July 2008 Archives
I feel the need to amend my prior post about the devilishness of other people's kids. We saw some friends in Alameda over the weekend and their daughter is just about the cutest thing ever. I didn't even mind when she started eating rocks. It may be that she was born just a few weeks before we arrived in the Bay Area so she feels closer than the snots that I encounter in my working life. Or she is just a better baby. Who knows.
The down side was that after the baby went to bed we broke out the wii fit for a little hula hoop action. I thought it would be great as I have mad balance skills and have been training in the circus for the past year. Instead it told me I was fat. Then it called my uncoordinated and that my actual age is 43. I had to watch in horror as my little mii character was plumped up before my very eyes. Fuck you Nintendo, I have been bingeing on Ben and Jerry's ever since.
I am glad to see that M. Elz is still obsessed enough with Fresnels to wax poetic about them after 10 years of working with them. When R. Rybkowsky first drew the lens on the board I was in love as well.
Clowns are scary and people really really really hate them. I totally get it, the make up, the being strange the propensity to stab themselves with balloon swords. Clowns are just flipping weird. I never really thought they were evil. I always thought that clowns were unfairly demonized because of their slavish devotion to the traditional costume and the result of an army of Bozo knockoffs.
Actually though, clowns are really evil.
And it is your children's fault.
I have spent the summer surrounded by kids, in my classes, at my job at the playground, and even on family vacations and I have discovered that there is a limit to the time I can spent with your children. Once past that limit any person, and clowns come up against that limit more than others, feels an irresistible urge to make children cry. I find it happening with me when there are hundreds of children around and they keep trying to get my attention, or ignore me when I try to keep them from killing themselves and all I want is to see one of their tiny faces ball up into a squash and start to wail.
Actually though, clowns are really evil.
And it is your children's fault.
I have spent the summer surrounded by kids, in my classes, at my job at the playground, and even on family vacations and I have discovered that there is a limit to the time I can spent with your children. Once past that limit any person, and clowns come up against that limit more than others, feels an irresistible urge to make children cry. I find it happening with me when there are hundreds of children around and they keep trying to get my attention, or ignore me when I try to keep them from killing themselves and all I want is to see one of their tiny faces ball up into a squash and start to wail.
We are settling back into the freezing cold winter that passes for a summer here, but here are some of the images from Goatfest 08!
We actually had a really lovely weekend, performing, seeing movies, working a bit. We were even going to go visit some friends when we got sideswiped by a douche. I don't use that word often, but when you sideswipe someone who is stopped (because someone in front of us had stopped) by crossing into oncoming traffic around a blind turn and then getting out of the car to yell at them for hitting you, you are a douche. Had he been a little angrier and nastier he would have been a cock-punch but instead was kind of whiny and yelly and a jack ass. So we missed the party and have to get the car fixed but we will be heading to the Lou on Friday to see my family and to take a wild and wacky road trip with the F-bomb's clan. Other than that I have been working on another friend's site, and watching my man titties shrink due to a still injured hand.
This weekend we will be out on the town performing our Independence Day Spectacular on the streets near Fisherman's Wharf. Just look for Clowndepdence!! Last week for pride we were Clownderwear!! I think we need to stop letting the F-Bomb pick our names.
The past week has been pretty crazy. After putting the Naked Clown site to bed we performed all Pride and then welcomed the F-Bomb's mother here for in-law-dependence!! It was really great to hang out and it made me at least miss my midwestern peeps. I also went to the chiropractor for my wrist. After acupuncture, a doctor, X-rays and two braces, finally someone just hooked me up to electricity and told me not to use my hand anymore.
On a completely unrelated note. Never use Window's Live Mail. Unless you hate yourself.
