The Bananaverse

Scooter’s sister was here with her two kids for a week. They left on Monday to go to Disneyland for another week. Her stepdaughter didn’t come. Nobody knows why, but I was sad she wasn’t here, because she always liked me. Not like the other kids don’t, but she likes me and isn’t “officially” part of the family (being only her stepkid), so I think she sort of realized we were kindred spirits or something. I don’t know. Anyway!

So the new one, his name is Nathan. And he’s not all that new anymore, I guess. He’ll be four this summer. He is trouble walkin. There’s no two ways about it. And he takes after Uncle Scooter in that way. He gets this look on his face which I’ve seen Scooter have, which doesn’t bode well for Verso most of the time. So we were walking down the street, Nathan on my shoulders, and Scooter said something, I don’t remember what, and Nathan piped right up, “No, Uncle Scooter! You are wrong. Her is right.” We had no idea what he was talking about, so Scooter replied with “How do you know who’s right and who’s wrong?” Well, duh, Uncle Scooter! “It’s my job! I say who is right and who is wrong, and you are wrong, Uncle Scooter, and her is right!” Smacking the top of my head with every “her” of course. So that’s that, I guess. It’s his job. Earlier tonight I disagreed with Scooter about something and JeffRo went “nuh-uh, her is right!” which gave me the giggles and reminded me I hadn’t posted it yet.

Additionally, he was looking at pictures in Scooter’s digital camera at Easter (I was showing him the pix I took) and I was asking him who everyone was. So we get to Scooter and I say “Who’s that?” and he says it’s Uncle Scooter. (NOTE: Last time Nathan was here, Scooter was lighting m-80’s or something and chucking them in the pond because the explosions that way are funny, and he was just lighting regular fireworks too, so Nathan called him Uncle Boom for awhile, going around telling everyone that Uncle Scooter says boom!) So I asked what does Uncle Scooter say, figuring I’d get “boom” as an answer. Nope! “What does Uncle Scooter say?” he replied with the loudest raspberry I’ve heard in awhile, certainly louder than I’d expect from a 3 year old! I almost fell out of my chair laughing, since about a week ago I said I was going to start calling him Scooter Hussein, responsible for gassing his own people. (It’s not all the time or anything, but when it’s bad, issa very very bahhhdah) How did Nathan know?

That’s what I like best about kids, for a little while you don’t have to worry about any of this other bullshit. You can just see things how they are before cynicism and being all jaded are your way of life. Before you realize that your parents are Santa, your dad doesn’t really know everything, and there are more beautiful women than your mom. Back when there really was a Mr. Hooper who ran Hooper’s store, and Snuffle Uppagus was still imaginary, and if there was ever someone who could do it, it was Super Grover. When it wasn’t easy bein green, but when it was roughest you could always go to the Land of Make Believe. When a typewriter could type itself, and the #1 song on your own personal chart was 1-2-3, 4-5, 6-7-8-9-10, 11-12! When being outside all day was the best thing there ever could be, unless you got a popsicle too. When fine dining meant a Happy Meal. When the highlight of the afternoon was waiting till it was hot enough to pop the tar bubbles in the street with your toes. When terrorism and Homeland Security (sig heil!) weren’t words you really heard. When your parents lived forever, and nobody ever went to school to shoot the place up. When being home by dinnertime was your biggest concern. When all it took was “you wanna be friends?” When you really could make it all better with a kiss and sometimes a band-aid. When there was no Fuschia Alert.

I guess really all growing up boils down to is having your heart broken. I don’t think people are accurate when they talk about the “innocence” of children. I think they mean happiness. Stomping in puddles makes me happy (which is good, there are lots and lots lately) and it is a very kidly thing to do. Kids aren’t stupid. They just haven’t been beat down enough yet.

I’m gonna stfu and go to bed before this spirals out of control. I’m really impressed with that big paragraph, though.

So I posted earlier that I was going to coordinate a cd swap amongst my friends, based on the one that I participated in recently. Well I got some feedback on my CDs, and so far two people think that they are great! I’m excited that it was a CD that went over so well. It’s a good CD, really. I think I’ll send a couple more out to the right people. (:

Anyway! If you are interested in a CD swap like I described below, then email me and let me know. I might be able to coordinate this soon. That’s it for now.

That and I figured out that JeffRo and I have bluetooth connectivity. Not like, our phones or computers or whatever. Our heads. He was sitting next to me on the couch and it was like we had fused into one big fucked up brain. Too creepy. Eventually he took over the loveseat and left me to the couch, but it proved my theory: If we’re close together, the weird Aloobalah Twin thing is just even more scary.

Latest trend? Running everything through a Fred Schneider Filter. Which led to the sentence:

Jon Stewart doing Fred Schneider doing Eminem.

If that’s not the world’s most messed up sentence, I don’t know what is. ahhhh! (and I just meant the voices, btw)

YOU ARE THE LOVECHILD OF BETTIE PAGE AND COREY
FELDMAN!

Which Celebrity Lovechild Are You?
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So I got a call this morning from a local but unknown to me number. I answered it, and was the recipient of a cold sounding greeting telling me she presumed that I would not be meeting with them today at 9 (it was about 10 after). I apologized, saying that I had thought I was to be there-she interrupted me, saying they would be continuing to interview OTHER candidates, thank you, and hung up!

I was sort of surprised by this, and then the more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that I was right. So I called the number I had for the woman I was interviewing with (different from the number that had called me) and asked her to confirm the appointment I had with her, I have it down as tomorrow. She said she did too. I explained to her what had just happened, and she apologized. I told her thanks, but no thanks, and cancelled my appointment for tomorrow.

Yes, it was for an interview.

It was a part time job that was far away and didn’t pay well at ALL. I don’t know how I ended up applying for part time anyway, but it doesn’t matter now.

That’s all. It just pissed me off to be treated like that.

March 2003:

Days in month: 31
Days with rain: 27

April 2003
Days in month: 30
Days with rain: 20 (according to local weather guy)

Keep in mind this is only the 23rd.

And that this is only Portland. I came from a part of Oregon where they keep kids inside at recess if it’s raining, and it was so rare that I can’t really remember more than a few times that it actually happened.

Today, day 20, makes me wonder why I left.

Then it dawns on me: 7-11 and movies and cable and traffic and bars and more than one grocery store and tv and 24-hour anything and restaurants and plays and lots of other things that resemble civilization.

so today is Dre’s birthday!!! OK, well, yesterday was, cuz it’s like two now. but me and JeffRo took him out and showed him a good time (I kept asking him if he was having fun and he said yes) and he did “Baby Got Back” for karaoke and I did Sweetness by Jimmy Eat World and JeffRo did a song I can’t remember. So then we took Dreness home after realizing he was with us and had to get back to his hotel and so we took him home and I walked him up to his room but then I lost the elevator and I looked for it so long that JeffRo called me. I was mostly chatting with Dre though, and I hope he knows that I do really enjoy getting to hang with him, even if it’s few and far between moments. He’s super cool, and that’s not the Trevor Happy Kool-Aid talking, it’s really me. Dre is smart and funny and nice and interesting. I hopee this trend continues.
(:
I am a little fucked up now, so I’m gonna go to sleep.

Dre and JeffRo and Chris are pretty cool for enjoying my singing.

k, bye…

-Verso

The song “What’s Yor Flava?” by Craig David makes me feel like I should be taking my clothes off.

Thank you. That is all.

SO!

I got another MeFi CD today. From time to time, there is a CD swap organized. Basically it breaks down like this:

1. People are mixed up into groups of six.
2. You make a CD of whatever you’d like: theme based, just “I love these songs today!” or whatever.
3. Make five copies and ship em off to those on the list.
4. Enjoy getting five other CDs of stuff you may not have heard before.

That’s pretty much it. Cost is hard to determine, it depends how good a deal you get on CDs and if you label them and stuff. I got cheap CDs and used cardboard envelopes for the outsides. I used padded envelopes from Target, and spent three bucks to mail them.

I think I’m going to try to organize a personal swap amongst all my friends. I love this stuff! I have gotten two cds so far and I’m excited about getting both of them since I’ve only heard three of these songs before I got them on these cds. It’s so cool!

Anyway! If you know me, expect to hear about something like this from me soon.

I took the SpongeBob Quiz at Shut Up