Out of my Deppth

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19 September 2011

Good evening you wonderful loves of my life.

Has it only been a day since we last spoke? Or since I last spoke at you? Who knows?

I promise to punctuate tonight’s posts with the songs shuffling through my music player. It’ll be just like you’re here with me.

“Yes, I am blind.” -Morrissey

Mr. Steven Patrick Morrissey may be blind, but at least he never spoke like a swashbuckler. (As far as I know.)

Some of my astutest (most astute?) readers may be aware today is a day commemorating the verbalizing of vagrants del mar. Yes, today is talk like a pirate day.

“By the end of the evening I was saying no doubt.” -The Cribs

No doubt I cannot stand this day. Someone actually spoke at me as if they were a pirate today. If you are thinking this is a good idea, let me remind you why it is never a good idea to celebrate talk like a pirate day aloud.

  • You are not a pirate (my apologies to our pirate readers, especially Capt. Edward Trenchmouth)
  • I am not a pirate (my apologies to myself if I am, in fact, a pirate)

Get your booty out of my face

 I am currently listening to “Luzerne” by The Trolleyvox, which is an album I reviewed when I was a reviewer at SLUG Magazine in Salt Lake City, UT. (The curious reader can even see an example of one of my reviews here. I will neither defend nor deride my insufferable, hyperbolic prose. If this review whets your whistle just search the site for “Joey P. Richards” and find some more.) However, the song on repeat-peat-peat-peat in my brain all day is “Love You Like a Love Song” by Selena Gomez & The Scene.  

In summation, I hate talk like a pirate day (so much so I refuse to write it properly), love Selena Gomez and am “holding out for that teenage feeling.” (Neko Case)

"I don't care, if forever never comes."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My hair reflects my mood

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18 September 2011

Happy night time beautiful friendlies.

I have participated in a conference during the past two days. I am exhausted.

This morning, my brain was being hard on myself. It kept telling me I am talentless and unskilled and every decision I make is wrong. Sometimes, my brain forgets it went to college (university for our readers in the United Kingdom and elsewhere) and then graduate school and has made some smart decisions (like asking GF on a date and creating Cone Alone).

I sometimes have moments where I feel every step is a misstep. I sometimes feel every syllable I could ever utter is immeasurably wrong. I sometimes feel I am unacceptable company for anyone and everyone.

I know these moments pass, but they exist.

I don’t think it helped that my hair looked like this earlier this morning.

My hair is here.

My hair has not changed.

Lay down your bird-ens

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17 September 2011

Hello sexy readers.

I want to go to an avian church. That’s right. A church for birds.

Every service would begin with the caw to worship and the pastor proclaiming, “Let osprey.”

Does this wing true?

Changing the hi-definition of marriage

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16 September 2011

Hello after a brief hiatus friends and lovers and loves and patron saints of porridge and knick knacks.

My eyes feel like a tiny person has been punching them with her or his tiny fists.

I went to Richmond, VA for work and used a lot of energy and stayed up too late and got stressed out. So now, I’m sitting in front of the television watching some woman from Florida sing Dusty Springfield’s “Son Of A Preacher Man” on a program I believe is televised karaoke and I am confused.

The woman just walked off the stage. GF said she is “too stiff.”

I just learned the show is called (I am not making this up) Karaoke Battle USA. So far no one is fighting, but I am hoping the battle begins soon.

Here comes a quote from judge Carnie Wilson: “I just love you and adore you with all my heart.” I have a friend in Utah who loves Carnie Wilson but I assume it is because she (my friend) has never heard Carnie Wilson speak in this manner.

Fortunately, GF could take no more of the show. We are now watching the conclusion of the third season of Fringe. In true fashion, GF has gasped at the show’s twists several times in a few moments.

Television. I think I would marry a television.

I thought I was going to have a lot more to say about marrying a television, but I don’t. I really should screen my thoughts.

How about a TV dinner and a movie good looking?

“I passed the flower shop. Lord knows I meant to stop.”

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11 September 2011

Good evening lovers.

If you have not heard Scott Walker’s “Mathilde,” do so right this moment.

Try not to be overwhelmed by the horns. Try not to get caught up in the swirling emotion.

That’s right, I’m giving my first listen to Scott Walker’s Scott.

Oh my non-existent deity. “Montague Terrace (In Blue).” My my my. I think my brain, heart and spleen are going to explode.

“The girl across the hall makes love. Her thoughts lay cold like shattered stone.”