The Bananaverse

When I was very young, before my parents split up, we moved into the house I spent the first half of my childhood in. We had this record (an actual vinyl LP) that had Crocodile Rock on it. We were just moving in and there were boxes everywhere still, but my dad had hooked up the stereo and we had radio stations and he put this record on and I really liked Crocodile Rock (I don’t know why it appealed to a four year old, but whatever) so my dad put it on and me and my dad and my mom holding my recently acquired baby brother all danced around our basement which had avocado green carpeting (at least it wasn’t shag!) with some sort of hiLdeous brown pattern on it and we had a really fun moment of enjoyment and happiness through the minefield of cardboard and stuff that wasn’t supposed to live in the basement.

I have Elton John: Greatest Hits in right now and that song came on and all these years later I remembered that moment vividly all of a sudden, and it made me a bit teary-eyed to have that memory sneak up on me like that. Now I feel a bit better having gotten it out of my head so I can think of other stuff now. Like Benny And The Jets, which is playing now. He played this on the Muppet Show. That was really cool, and that makes me happy, not so sad, so I feel slightly better, but not a whole lot because that was the other thing I did a lot of with my dad, watch the Muppet Show. “You all look like stolen cars!” and when all the miscellaneous muppets popped out of the backstage going “BENNAH!”, that was lots of fun to watch.

Thank you, that is all.

Since I didn’t update when I said I would, I’m doing it now. I updated on Sunday before I went to have beverages and dinner and stuff at Casa del J. It was sad. I had some good food and stuff, but J insisted on continuing to fill my margarita glass and like a fool I just kept drinking them. Ack. I came to my casa with Jeffro and Grak and they watched South Park while I slid to the floor and slept. Then I started to snore. This caused much amusement, from what I understand. Then I had some vomiting to take care of, and eventually I ended up making it to bed, even though I still haven’t figured out how. SO! The next day, Monday, I had an interview in the MORNING, so I pulled it together and made it there, and now they want to hire me I think. Damn. Another one of those “good news bad news” sort of things, I just don’t know if it’s worth it to me to have to ride the bus out that far and back again, but it’s only 4 days a week. It doesn’t pay great, but it pays better than the other one that says they’d hire me. It’s not what I want to do, or even close, but it’s a paying position. I just don’t know. urgh.

Monday: I interviewed and had to go to Hillsboro for it. I managed not to throw up the whole time I was there, which was nice. I hurled before I left, and then again when I got home, but I held it together while I was there. I drank some orange juice and didn’t even make it through the tiny little cup before it made me hurl…when it appeared in reruns, it was still cold. That was a really odd sensation. I don’t know what it is about the act of throwing up that makes the weirdest ideas pop up in my head, but they do. Truly bizarre. Then JeffRo called me and took me out for Pho to help me on the road to recovery. Pho is not quite food, but more than nothing, and it was really nice to get something in my tummy that wasn’t rejected.

Tuesday: My throat got a little tickly, the same day as JeffRo (imagine that). I don’t know what caused it, but we both started to not feel so good. It wasn’t a big deal, just a bit crappy. Drank some more orange juice and that seemed to be helping. JeffRo dropped by in the afternoon, I had one interview in the AM which I really want to get, and then JeffRo took me to Vancouver for my PM interview, after which we tried to get lost in El Couv, but we managed to make our way to Bianp’s house and she amused us briefly, but mostly we entertained ourselves listening to Traven and exBianp play Mario Golf because it made Traven say things like “OK, when it finally comes up, don’t move it!” and other such amusing bits of advice. It was too funny. Eventually JeffRo and I were killpeople hungry so we decided it was time to leave. We came back and goofed off at my house for awhile and then JeffRo eventually had to go home.

Wednesday: Yesterday was Scooter’s parents’ anniversary, but they had already made dinner plans, so we had a bbq here for them that night. They came over with Scooter’s friend Josh and we did bread and vinegar and oil and stuff. It was really good. I’m considering starting the Atkins diet soon and I’ll miss that a LOT when I’m on the first stage. I’ll be able to do it for a little while though, I think. It should be interesting to see what happens, I just need to draw a line because I’m tired of feeling the way I feel. urgh.

Thursday: Today I hung out with Jeffro for awhile, we went on a Kleenex quest and discussed the joy of kleenexes that would blow your nose for you. eNex! That’s what I called them. We got lotiony ones so they feel better on Ye Olde Snot Locker. Yeah. He took off to Kim’s (Scooter called her The Other Woman!!) and watched thursday night tv there. I was into ER tonight, but I was angry for awhile that they were going to write Dr Corday off. I was going to be upset that they would ditch her just because she doesn’t have a husband anymore. But they didn’t. She’ll come home next week, I guess. That’s cool. TV needs more chicks that can take care of themselves. It was one of those episodes that was pretty cool, but really hard to watch sometimes.

Friday: I got up this morning to watch Peter Gabriel on Today and I got harassed out of bed by Scooter. That wasn’t much fun, but it made me get up so I guess that’s a good thing. Today I don’t know what’s goign to happen, so I’ll have to update this later. I dunno what’s up tonight or anything, but I guess I’ll find out. Hopefully it’s something good….

Yesterday was Liz’s daughter’s birthday party. I went and had a lot better time than I should have. I knew three of the people there (and barely tolerate one of the three), and that was less than half, so I spent most of my time sticking to Liz and finding out what she needed help doing so I could occupy myself with that. Then at long last Jeffro arrived so we could have our own party. After a bunch of giggling and some vomit and some various varieties of Schnapps, we ended up playing this game called Peebo or something. It was fun, actually. And I’ll write more on it later.

The Most Beautiful Thing

Snarfing down a plate of fries.
Trying to adjust the stick.
Scoping out the gorgeous guys.
Speaking for me when I’m sick.
Bitching about flabby thighs.
Shopping for a rubber dick.
Watching Canada at its worst.
Being comfy in my head.
Leaving home without your purse.
Farting with me on your bed.
Bitching out a clueless nurse.
Cheering for Emmett, Mike, and Ted.
Watching flicks with goopey eyes.
Calling up delinquent friends.
Watching Doreen smoke a fatty.
Laughing so hard we need depends.
Dancing to “My Baby Daddy”.
Trying to find a job that pays.
Introducing me to your ‘mos.
Whining on your “big pants” days.
Wearing proudly my old clothes.
Going out and finding whores.
Describing for me heavy-flow.
Getting shocked by Eric’s doors.
Explaining why Josh hates your mom.
Defending my ass on the Com.
Doing Jello shots downtown.
Trying to make your hair stay down.
Driving with me in the rain.
Keeping me alive and sane.
I’m glad that I have you around.
You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever found.

JRG 9/20/02
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Dammit Jeffro! You made me cry. If you read back through my lj, you’ll see that I wrote once about how it would be cool to be the inspiration for some sort of cool creation. I don’t really think I’ll be the subject of a world famous song (although there is one that still haunts me), but this is so much better. (:

What revolution, you ask? Well, I don’t know either. JeffRo and I watched Orange County earlier (well, it ended like 15 minutes ago) and Lance (Jack Black) says that. It was pretty funny, even though I don’t like Jack Black. It was really entertaining in a “Dude, Where’s My Car?” sort of way. Definitely a rental. I would have been pissed if I’d paid full price in the theater, but as a rental it was funny.

Then JeffRo got his digicam on and we stood in my hallway taking photos. At one point I aimed the camera at my tongue and I went to take a picture and JeffRo said it was all fucked up, “just a big pink blur and your little hoobie-noobie….what the hell is a hoobie-noobie?” We giggled deeply at that for awhile and then took a couple more pictures of the hoobie-doobie dance (heh) and then he went home. We did our nails too. I have an interview tomorrow so I put on some sensible nail polish and hopefully I won’t have to do too much touchup work tomorrow or repair any chipping. Nail polish should last at least 24 hours. Sadly I have some that doesn’t and it tends to piss me off. One of these days I’ll go through all my nail polish and make note of how long they last in everyday wear. I’m going to ditch everything under two days, cuz…damn.

Anyway! I get to interview tomorrow for DirecTV DSL tech support which may or may not be a good thing. I haven’t quite decided yet. It pays more than the other customer service job I applied for, which is ok. It’s further, which is less ok. They are sort of neck in neck right now since I dont’ know anything about the DSL job. So I’ll have to see about that. Mostly I need to see if I can run down my Social Security Card, because I never keep track of that shit and of course I need it now. Crap. Off to bed with me!

Jeffro dropped by earlier and took me out to lunch on his lunch hour. We went to Tayco Bell. I had some Naychos and he had a burreyeto (ok, he had a quesadilla, but that doesn’t sound as fun as burreyeto). We just sat and giggled and talked and slacked and stuff. It wasn’t for very long, and it wasn’t exceptional in any way except that we went inside Tayco Bell this time instead of driving through. But it was really nice. We had a lot of fun doing the most lame thing, and it was really nice. That’s pretty much it.

It would be cinema, I know, but JeffRo and I have come up with the term ‘cinemo’ to describe gay movies. We just watched Big Eden, which is a fantastic glorious wonderful beautiful touching squishy amazing movie. It’s sweet without sappy, poignant without maudlin, all that kind of stuff. It treads a fine line, and I liked it very much. I have a couple of minor plot point beefs, but all in all it is orders of magnitude better than that steaming pile of ‘Drift’ we rented the other night. Jebus it was awful. There aren’t words. I told Liplash I wouldn’t even rent movies that sat next to Drift on the shelf. I won’t go into it much more here, but you get the idea. There’s a special place in hell reserved for that guy. Anyway! Big Eden is fab and you should see it. That’s all for now, pretty much. blah.

I’m sort of ashamed to admit it, but Jeffro taught me how to play the Pokemon card game. It was sort of fun, till he thoroughly kicked my ass. That usuerly cos exta!

Anyway, we goofed off today and went to worship at the Temple Of Lloyd and saw some interesting things and went to see Vicky (see other entries today) and hung out at my house. It was fun to get to goof off and it made me feel a bit less miserable on this most bloated of days.

Tomorrow I have an interview. I’m not terribly excited about it only because it’s with an agency, but it pays almost half again what the other place that wants me will pay. Which is good, but it’s an agency which is usually not as good. More on that later, it’s all like late and stuff.

Tomorrow (well, later today) I am not turning on the TV. Not once. Not for a full 24 hours, just to make sure I miss EVERYTHING. blah. I don’t need it done for me on tv, I can mourn and reflect and be thoughtful all on my own, I don’t need Peter Jennings or some sort of animated title saying “looking back” or “one year later” or whatever to tell me how to feel. I’ll look up the quote, but there’s one in LOTR when Gandalf is gone and the elves sing of him and Legolas says that he wants to tell them what the elves are singing, “but the grief is still too near”. That’s what I think about tomorrow. Off to get some beauty rest for my interview. that will be fun…

It’s a rare friend indeed that will go shopping at Victoria’s Secret with you.

Twice.

For thongs.

Last night Jeffro and I discovered a moth that had been let into the house. Attempts to herd it toward the door failed. I got an aquarium net and trapped it against the wall. Jeffro slid a magazine underneath the net and took it outside to set it free. I had turned off the porch light to keep from attracting further winged creatures of the night, so he takes this magazine/net combination outside in the dark. I could only see his outline, and he was trying to be quiet because it was late. I see him fling the net and the magazine apart, arms wide on my walk. Then he waved the net around wildly to be certain the moth was released. He brought the net close to his face to confirm the moth’s newfound freedom, and he immediately started to do a dance that words fail to describe. He came inside and told me that the moth had clung to the net until he brought it up to his face, at which point it hurtled out of the net and bounced off his nose. Also, keep in mind that this entire…um, event…went down in total silence. “I gonna kesh a flyyy wiss my eyyyyyee!!!” he tells me. It was really amusing. I just wanted to capture this memory before I lost it forever, because watching this happen made me lose it last night. (:

“The boundaries of my language are the boundaries of my world.” -Ludwig Wittgenstein

This makes me think of just how small some people’s worlds must inevitably be.

I would like everyone to please go to Exhibit 13 right now and watch that film. Blue Man Group is behind it. I was very touched by it, and I think that it’s one of the nicest tribute/rememberance/??? things I’ve seen so far. Not sappy, not trite, not overdone. Just right.