The Bananaverse

I’m really into this song called “Flashdance II” by Matthew Good Band. I’m not really sure why, it’s just got this sound that I fully identify with today. I can’t explain it. Thank you, that is all.

I am home with a migraine and I was sleeping and I woke up to some screeching woman on the ananda lewis show and I just don’t like that she woke me up. I also don’t like that any time I ever see her ever she is wearing an outfit that is just horrible. and anyway. I just don’t understand. I’m going back to sleep now.

So, I was watching Days Of Our Lives earlier today (that whole home sick sleeping it off thing) and there is this whole baby switching storyline going on right now. There’s a guy who wants his son (he didn’t know about the kid), a family that has been raising him like he was theirs, and another couple raising the kid who really belongs to the first couple. It made me think (as best I can with all this medication coursing through my veins) about family and what that means to me. Dave Thomas passed away on like, Wednesday I think, and he was adopted and has a foundation that is all about this sort of thing, and it really started to make me think about family and what that means.

I’m adopted, and so is my brother, and I had a child who was placed in adoption too. I think I came out all right, and my brother, and I got to pick my son’s family, and the more I got to know them, the more sure I was I had made the right choice. I still think that. Anyway! I have heard from his mom that she gets “which one is your *real* child?” from people a lot. That sort of pisses me off. She said that she tells them “They’re both real children and they are both mine…” but I can’t believe it. I can see where my mom might get it, me and my brother were a long time ago and people didn’t really seem to understand. But like, I have known a number of other adopted kids and stuff, and in my world (which was pretty narrow at the time) it wasn’t treated like a big deal, some kids were and that’s the way it was. There’s still a part of me that I am curious about, though, the part that doesn’t quite fit with all the rest of my family.

I’m not really sure where I’m going with all of this, I just was thinking about family and what it meant to me, and how some people are willfully bloodyminded about how family is defined and refuse to open their mind to the possibility that a man and a woman and 2.5 children do not a family make. You’d think that people would realize that over time things have to change or we’d all still be-well, we’d all still be monkeys. I can’t figure out why people don’t understand. I mean, lots of other stuff has changed-for example, email and the internet and television and iMacs and cell phones and Star Wars and Coke and all kinds of other stuff. But nobody seems to not only realize that things can change, but they don’t even seem to be open to the possibility that things COULD be different. I wish that even if people don’t agree with how things are or are going, they at least recognize the change. grrrr. whatever. blah.

(I started this long ago, but didn’t post it till now. sorry.)

More tests, don’tcha know! (:

I am Pacman. I am an aggressive sort of personality, out to get what I can, when I can. I prefer to avoid confrontation, but sometimes when it’s called for, I can be a powerful character. I tend to be afflicted with munchies constantly. What Pre-1985 Video Game Character Are You?

And of course…

John Bender, the “criminal”, gets many peoples votes for favorite character. Why? It might have something to do with the quick and hilarious one-liners that come pouring out of his mouth. Bender’s a rule-smashing rebel, who doesn’t have a hard time finding trouble.And wouldn’t we all like to be a rebel sometimes!? But underneath his tough-boy exterior, he’s actually not all that bad, as his fellow breakfastclub members soon discover…

And then….

Cherry flavoured. Like iSteph, who incidentally is a ghost. I don’t want to eat her, but I think since it’s the same videogame we were meant to be friends.

Speaking of friends, I miss Liplash and Bambi. Desperately, terribly, profoundly, fundamentally, deeply, and all sorts of other words that end in -ly and tell you how lonesome I am with them so far away.

I discovered them in VersoSize just before Christmas. I was ecstatic! However, there is moratorium on buying yourself anything before Christmas like that, so I had to wait. Sadly, I got none for Christmas. I was a bit sad. However! Just after Christmas I found them at sears and now they are mine, all mine! They are fuzzy and blue and warm and soft and glorious. And they have feet! That rules most of all. So there you go. I made up little songs, too, about my jammies with feet and aren’t they neat, and all kinds of other stuff that bothered Scooter. but then I got them. All is right with the world. Except that we are bombing Afghanistan back into the Stone Age and that nobody has seen Cheney since before the anthrax scares and that the dude in the white house wasn’t elected by the popular vote and virtually everything in the US revolves around corporate interests and that the war won’t stop until the war supply contractors can declare profits and it isn’t even really a war anyway and who said that little johnny ashcroft got to read my mail anyway and why is it that everyone is totally ok with all the bullshit being rammed down their throats and I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the only bright spot in the news anymore is The Fix because there actually is someone else who thinks this is all sort of scary but maybe we should laugh about it just a little while and would you pass the Liquid Silk and the Erotic Chocolates because life is too short to let crap like this get you down and now that I think I have composed the longest sentence I have ever composed in the history of my own composed sentences I think I should stop.

So, I really like this song. I always have. About the time I was old enough to know the difference between fitting in and not fitting in, I realized I didn’t fit in. It took awhile, but I realized that I’m green, and it’ll do fine, it’s beautiful, and I think it’s what I want to be.

I happened to find a version of this song by Frank Sinatra, of all people. I still think that the Kermit version is the only way to go. I mean, I like the Chairman and all of that, but Kermit gives it a certain something. Maybe it’s just that I know Frank wasn’t really green. Anyway. One of the few things that I vividly remember of being small is my parents watching The Muppet Show with me. My parents split up when I was six so I don’t have a lot of pleasant memories that involve both of them. It’s a big one for me…this song still gets me now, after all those years. For those who aren’t aware, lyrics are below.

It’s not that easy being green
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold
Or something much more colorful like that

It’s not easy being green
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things
And people tend to pass you over
Cause you’re not standing out
Like flashy sparkles in the water
Or stars in the sky

But green’s the color of Spring
And green can be cool and friendly-like
And green can be big like an ocean,
Or important like a mountain,
Or tall like a tree

When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why
But why wonder why
Wonder, I am green and it’ll do fine, it’s beautiful
And I think it’s what I want to be

I have no voice. Well, I have one, but it isn’t working very well. The best I can do is whisper, which is (say it with me) bad for your voice. So I have carried my whiteboard all around with me today to talk to people. This sucks. If I could type it would go a lot quicker. blah! Anyway. I get to go to the doctor soon so then I will find out for sure wtf is wrong with me. I hate this. grrrrrr.

* Verso rars a sad croaky little rar

Here’s the list of stuff I said I had to write about before. I’m writing now. Here:

-FOTR
So I went and saw this. Saw it again last night. I dig it. I don’t see how they could possibly have put every single detail into the movie from the books so those that say they aren’t faithful are going to have to realize that most of the world won’t sit through a 12 hour movie. Just because you will, mister I-had-my-name-legally-changed-to-Gandalf, doesn’t mean the world will. And it’s been long enough since I read the books I couldn’t find fault with it. In fact, I have a friend who used to give talks on LOTR and be the resident expert on the subject, and he thought they did a good job. Most reasonable people realize that concessions must be made to make the movies a possibility and take that into consideration. I think they ruled. Without spoilers, here are two things you should know:
*Don’t sit too close!! Some scenes are very dense (lots going on) and you miss chunks of it if you are too close.
*Don’t get the large soda! it’s a three hour movie and you won’t want to miss any.

So there. Even my mom liked it. But you’re only getting half the story in the movie. Read the books. Or just read the first one and The Hobbit, or whatever. They are good. Go now. (:

-No Dissasemble!
So Liplash was supposed to have surgery. It was this post-cancer surgery that sounded really traumatic. He had to go all the way to Indianapolis (traumatic enough in itself) and have surgery. But he got there and they didn’t have to do it after all. He has to have all this followup work done anyway, blood tests and cat scans and chest x-rays. If he was a consultant type person who wasn’t home a lot they would recommend this surgery, but he does not lead a rock n roll lifestyle so they said he didn’t need it. He came home on the Greyhound bus, and called me from every stop. The only one I really remember is “Hi…we’re in Lexington…I don’t even know what state this, we’re in, but we’re in it. k, bye.” He called from every stop they made, but then didn’t call when they got home! They got home on New Year’s Eve and so I called them and hollered DISCO PANTIES!!!! over the phone and we had nice little happy new year stuff and hung up. It was fun to get to talk to them but not as neat as last year. Last year we went downtown to go see some strippers but they were closed so Liplash stood outside the strip club and called me and we said happy new year over the phone that way too. So I guess that’s almost a tradition now, two years in a row we said happy new year on our cell phones. (:
-Christmas Music
I made a killer CD of all different Christmas music. Some really cool songs and some sort of “I guess I should have this” songs too. It’s a nice CD, and since it’s mp3s my one CD is like, a truckload of music. I dig that too.

-Christmas Plans
We were supposed to do this whole “it’s our first Christmas in our new house!” thing. We didn’t. Imagine my surprise. We spend the whole day with Scooter’s parents, all of us going to see his grandparents for dinner. It was the second Christmas (and I have had quite a few, thanks) I ever spent without my parents. It broke my heart to do it. The worst part was having to tell my parents that I wouldn’t be there. I was a mess for almost the whole day and awhile before, too. Scooter and I had a nice Christmas ourselves, but it was only about two hours. So out of all of Christmas, I had two nice hours of the Christmas I was promised.

-Christmas Nostalgia
I miss the following:
My aunt’s Chocolate Crinkles, my brother always taking stuffing but never eating it and knowing that he doesn’t like it but taking it anyway, stocking stuff that was sort of silly like underpants and socks and razors, eating christmas dinner at the kids table, Ye Olde Turkeye Roastere, playing Avoid Your Grandma, playing Bones after dinner, my uncle asking Christmas trivia questions, getting to tease my cousins about everything, finding out what my cousins got for christmas, comparing notes on my own gifts, the old card table we used to eat at, the nice dishes, getting a wine glass even if it’s for soda, my other uncle, squishing all together for the family photo, and a bunch of stuff that I can’t remember. (sigh)

-Uncle Dan My mom’s Uncle Dan passed away. Every time this happens it reminds me how much I miss my family. This along with Christmas made it really hard not to go see my family because it reminds me how much I miss them and how far away it feels like I am sometimes. I’m sure I’ll go off on this later, mostly because if I get into it right now I’ll just cry and I don’t want to do that.

So I like this site, as I have mentioned before, and here’s one good example of why:

Great News! Osama bin Laden Is In _______!Well, U.S. forces are once again closing in on Osama bin Laden. Well, you know, “closing in” is such a fuzzy term. Despite “reliable reports,” we JUST missed him in the caves of Tora Bora, outside Kabul, near Baghran, in the Pakistani city of Peshawar, near Ghazni, and also at Maulana Fazalur Rehman’s house. And THAT’S just in the last two weeks. He’s either dead, alive, in a cave, buried under a cave, in the hills, over hills, over dale, over the river, through the woods, climbing every mountain, or possibly fording every stream. All we really know for sure is that he’s on the run. Unless he’s holed up somewhere.

Institution: Rumor Fatigue
Severity: 1,000
Points: 3,450

Thank you, that is all.

(NOTE: Unless you are me or my brother, this won’t make any sense to you.)

Sitting in the backseat of the freshly Armor-Alled thunderbird, on the way back from Karen’s house for something and listening to that song, and you saying that it was by Crowded Chouse, which is 42 levels of cheese. Dad being really entertained when the stepmonster got to her car and she turned the wrong way like she was going to the old house instead of the new one.

couple of things:

-This book is brilliant! I know you don’t believe me, but this book is better than Catcher In The Rye. No, really! It is! Just listen… (Heard in Fred Meyer earlier tonight by a guy holding up Dr Seuss’ “The Foot Book”. No, I didn’t get to hear the explanation.

-They’re just breasts. They do not render me incapable. (Me explaining I am perfectly able to take the garbage can to the curb, in the dark, in the rain)

So there you have it. No tests this time, sorry.

So what? They’re fun!!! And it seems that steph and I are an endless feedback loop…I find some to take and she takes them, she finds some and I take them…woop!

What Kind Of Pokemon Are You?

So there’s one now. I like that it says ‘blow shit up with alarming force’. I wish it said something about how I’m all cute and stuff too. (:

ooooh, and here’s another one sneakin up on ya!