Sunday, December 30th, 2001
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2:14 pm
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If you're looking for me, you better check under the sea....
No, wait -- check here! RubberNun.net is now blog-powered, thanks to Greymatter.
See you there, kittens!
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Thursday, November 15th, 2001
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9:29 am - TTFN
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Oops. I blogged myself.
It's still a little rough, because I don't know what I'm doing design-wise, but I think I will like the whole blog situation better than the whole LiveJournal situation.
Toodles.
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8:10 am - Don't cross the streams.
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In these uncertain times, it's comforting to know that we can count on brand identity to make us feel secure. The CIA, always looking to do its part, has created a Terrorist-Busters logo. No, they don't appear to be joking.
But what a relief to know that we will now be protected from demon-possessed Canadians and other evildoers Go, America!
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Wednesday, November 14th, 2001
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1:27 pm - bend me, shape me, piss me right off
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So, in the interest of my long-term health and fitness, I've been going to the gym. Aside from a few sessions with a trainer, I've mostly relied on self-motivation to drag my ass to Powerhouse and work my muscles 'til they cry. This tactic has had varying degrees of success. So I figured I'd give my willpower a jolt by taking, once a week, one of the many fitness classes the gym offers for free to members. Today was my first such class.
"Body Basics" was described on the flyer as a yoga/ballet/stretching hybrid. Cool, I thought. What it in fact involved was sitting in progressively more uncomfortable and improbable positions on the floor (no mat) whilst listening to Indian chanting, interrupted by the faux-blissful barkings of a middle-aged, bony communard with ass-length graying hair. Hearing "Forehead on the floor, Amy!" as I apparently failed at one particular contortion does not send me skipping gaily down the path to enlightenment. What makes hippies so fucking smug, anyway?
So now I am sore, and not in the vaguely empowering, ass-kicking-workout sort of way. More like the slept-overnight-on-concrete-steps-in-the-cold-cold-rain sort of way. I predict this situation will worsen by morning.
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9:20 am - the critics' darling
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Tuesday, November 13th, 2001
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1:47 pm
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8:08 am - that's an in-joke, you know
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Friday, November 9th, 2001
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2:11 pm
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Bad Beatle news -- Stu Sutcliffe's sister says John was the one who kicked him in the head, leading to his eventual cerebral hemorrhage. Why she kept this quiet for nearly 40 years is anybody's guess. My theory is, she's low on cash. I do wonder if she refutes the band-got-jumped-outside-a-club story that has been the official explanation for Stu's unfortunate head injury. I don't wonder enough to actually buy her book, however.
I guess I wouldn't put it past the angry young John Lennon to kick someone in the head (he always had a bit of a temper), but I also know it's fairly convenient and simple to accuse a beloved dead guy of a horrible deed in order to fatten one's bank account.
Also, she says they were lovers, which probably surprises no one. For more on John Lennon's possible (probable) man-loving experiments, everyone should see The Hours and Times, an intelligent, well-acted imagining of what may have happened between John and Brian Epstein during a Barcelona getaway in 1963. The film is so fascinating and subtly romantic, it made me wish they had gotten it on. Mmmm...desperate bathtub sex....
Ian Hart's protrayal of Mr. Lennon in that film is so spot-on, he was hired to be John again in Backbeat, a woefully underrated little movie about the Fabs' Hamburg years. Except for the baffling casting of Sheryl Lee (the chipmunk-cheeked ingenue behind Laura Palmer) as moody German art chick and muse Astrid Kirchherr, it captured the ugly, beer-soaked, speed-fueled, stripper-fucking early years of those adorable moptops so accurately, it might as well be a documentary. Well, OK, maybe not. But it's still pretty great. Plus it contains the most amazingly bizarre, pretentiously German-accented line probably in all of cinematic history, when Astrid explains to Stu her devotion to her about-to-be-jilted main squeeze Klaus Voorman: "Klaus und I haff been lovers since ve vere bohrn." Seriously, say it repeatedly and it just keeps getting freakier.
Even worse Beatle news -- George Harrison still fighting cancer. Poor guy. Three kinds of cancer in four years, plus that horrible stabbing incident. Alas.
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Thursday, November 8th, 2001
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3:01 pm - holiday gift ideas
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Help support the women of Afghanistan by buying their beautiful handmade crafts. The money goes directly back to the Afghan women (living in Pakistan as refugees) who made these purses, shawls and linens, to help provide them with food, medical care and education.
You can also buy a swatch of burqa to pin to your coat or backpack or what have you, to remember the women and girls who were the Taliban's first victims.
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Wednesday, November 7th, 2001
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11:54 am
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Tuesday, November 6th, 2001
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1:36 pm - belly rubs for the soul
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11:48 am
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8:28 am - That one set of footprints was from big, floppy shoes
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If you're looking for vacation fun next February,Clowns for Jesus is having a conference in the Show-Me State. Note: balloons will not be allowed on the community center visit. Be told!
Or perhaps you'd prefer some juggling.
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Monday, November 5th, 2001
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8:30 am - Oh, for fuck's sake
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So, here's a good argument for taking airport security out of the hands of private contractors who cut costs at the expense of national safety -- dude very nearly gets on a plane with seven knives, a stun gun and a can of mace in his bag, even after security stopped him at the x-ray machine for having two knives in his pocket. And he had a one-way ticket. And it was United, who should know better by now, right? Hello?
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Sunday, November 4th, 2001
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6:55 pm - New York Fucking City, Baby!
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At last, pictures from our recent trip to New York. Also, pictures from Sister's trip to New York. We had no idea she was there! Ha, small world, you know?
I was hoping to have extremely intelligent and insightful things to say about post-attack Gotham, but I don't. We didn't go anywhere near downtown. All the stores and offices had American flags on their doors, but, hell, so does every building in Chicago. I was expecting some sort of vibe -- terror, resignation, whatever -- that I just didn't feel. Perhaps I was wrong to expect it, or I just didn't go anywhere that I would have felt it. But other than being able to get good seats in restaurants, I didn't notice anything different about New York this time. Maybe that's a good thing. Or maybe the whole country is so steeped in bad vibes that it doesn't really matter where you go. Bleah, who knows?
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Saturday, November 3rd, 2001
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5:57 pm - dangerous words
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So, a few weeks ago, Ari Fleischer told Americans that we need to "watch what you say." Apparently we also have to watch what we read.
By the way, do you feel safer yet?
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Friday, November 2nd, 2001
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5:25 pm - holy shit!
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Updates on the Holy Shit page, including a New York souvenir and the Dollar Store tidbits I picked up a couple weeks ago -- the Mime Christ and the totally gay Last Supper. Enjoy them, won't you?
This weekend, I'll put up the other New York pictures. They're so great, you'll wet yourself.
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Thursday, November 1st, 2001
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1:19 pm - you can call your ass a turkey, but that doesn't make it Thanksgiving
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This article kicks ass! Read it, won't you? If only I could print it up as leaflets and hand it to every dingus who tells me that opposing this undeclared war is "naive."
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Wednesday, October 31st, 2001
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12:44 pm
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8:40 am - give til it hurts
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Hey, if you gave money to the Red Cross after Sept. 11 thinking that you were helping the families of the victims, looks like you got suckered.
Oh, and because most people spent their charitable wad for the year on groups like the Red Cross, all the non-terror-related organizations that are usually underfunded anyway like your local soup kitchens and women's shelters are really hurting for dough.
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