Current mood:	happy
Current music:	Blue Oyster Cult - "Sally"

OMG peeps who am I? My brother's got demon-blood and I brought him back from the dead (and he may have been one of the main demon general's heirs (Azazel's, AKA yellow-eyes') and with all the death-smybology (that's not word or not spelled correctly; I know not now, and care not later, for I was the awesomest of awesome costume in general as ol' Ziggy Stardust---Ziggy Stardust, Subgenius like the awesome picture of the aweful in awesomest, the lord Bob intriplicate of now, perhaps not how the eld picture may have been later in the fable; you know how rumours get. It's all "Keeping up Appearances", not "May Until the Days Neighbor, and Who was Keeping them Tarantulas, Legally, Yet Not Revealling Them; and They had Not Bitten Anyone (even me as I was petting Chupacabra's soft underbelly [which is amazingly velvety-soft] (yes, as Brock Sampson would say; no South-American "S" would I pronounce in Chupa-cabras, though although pronunctuation would be historically correct, but in different regions; even older in Italian, and latin, I'd say) until they reveal them...

Blah, fuck this sci-fi, TV-show, grammatical, fanatical rant that this post might otherwise be. Until you like that kind of shit; in that case, so I'll post of bar-hopping morning-after post-morning beer madness!!! (Yeah, I drink like Dean Winchester in college if he went/graduated college, I know Sam went to college for a while to be a lawyer; a dream never to be due to destiny) ...and there I go with the Supernatural references. That's Dean Winchester in my icon, BTW, I added the "WTF"! to a screencap from the Reaper episode--waaay before "Reaper", cool though it be as a TV show.) I talk like a pirate when getting drunk or feelling the feeling of slowness of 10 minutes in a truly 2-hour-pre-Mum high, knowing you'll sleep most of the day so you extend Halloween as long as you can as weird as you can as it's the weird, creepy high Johnny the Homicidal Maniac (there was a guy at the Casbah last night dressed as Nny, and I was one of the only ones to call it, pseudo-goth Jonen Vasquez fanatic as I am) early-metal trip--to rockers, agnostic, or otherwise, Halloween can be a very important metal symbol, sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll, very important to the creative person, musician or writer, even as powerful as a belief in rock as some of Christianity...

Man, do I love rock more than the now-era-of-rock fans, even though they can hear cool old shit like Led Zepplin and Iron Maiden and The Misfits and still like the good shit? Whatever happened to good old-fashioned rock-n-roll? It makes me sad; we don't have anymore Blue Oyster Cults, no more Led Zepplins, Motley Crues and Judas Priests, there are still "modern" bands putting out good shit; but not like the music pre-2-decades-ago amazing amount of great rock-n-rollers boom; funny thing is, without just a few decades before that, without Elvis- who in the end hated the amazing sex-drugs-and-rock-n-roll-laden music he helped create- that wouldn't have been possible. That's controversy on who came up with the original style and how it evolved-suddenly and rapidly or a more predictable, less steep crescendo, symbolically, of course-and if fate, either way, would have made an Elvis due to culture's mood and evolution, regardless of whether there was an "actual" Elvis or not, but even some good imitation of it, male or female, the style and sex and, later, the drugs.

Before that, music wasn't like how it is nowadays. The phone is ringing and I'm not gonna pick it up 'cause I'm afraid it was a telemarketer or all the political people calling for me BY NAME 'cause I sign up for that political shit, to give me biased polls where I tell the folks, "NO REALLY? HE'S ALL BAD AND NO GOOD FROM ONE SIDE AND THAT'S NOT BIASED?! OKAY I'LL SAY WHAT'S EXPECTED FROM AN AVERAGE X-FILES CLONE-DRONE LIKE ME!!" God people nowadays are so stupid, they haven't read 1984 and would sell the Bill of Rights for a Swift-Boat-ad-snipe.

I say all of this and could go on and on ad nauseum and how Mulder and Scully are personifications of the non-conventional-thinkers' skeptical view of religion and scientific approach to "paranormal" activity and conventional-thinkers' faith view of religion, and suspicious (unless religion-area-based-acceptance of it as a non-heretical religious paranormal activity) approach to paranormal activity, but I ought to sleep and quit viewing things done by a primarily FIRE CHART'S owner's drunken and ANGRY (see: fire mentioned earlier) state and how approached, not angry but very much aurically charged to hex whomever pissed me off at the time, because it's a bit nature and nurture I think, because my father was very scarily passive-aggressive or perhaps even bipolar/manic-depressive, and I was treated very badly by my peers who for a while, at least, I was much more intelligent than for that time, if not all the time, regardless of actual sometimes-pointless-to-me motivation and actual effort put of my intelligence and efforts outward. I could be more understanding of emotions and others and others' emotions if I put effort into it, I'm sure--I certainly have compassion for animals and the innocent or out-gunned, but in actually talking to people and explaining that compassion, I fail. I can write it all out beautifully but it's very hard to tell others about it, and even about my thoughts which can be very deep and/or strange for a lot of people, I'm a little autistic in those ways, which is certainly not meant as in insult to either party. I'm mostly Sagittarius which explains me to a T-philosophical thinker, righteous justice warrior, and creator (creative) types; and party-animal, athletic dancer, jokester-socialite types.

Geez, I sure can get into thoughts and off-track. Usually I don't tell people those thought patterns; like we'll get off track but an hour later I can pick up exactly where I left off even when I'd never had a similar convo, from lemurs to leprosy. Anyways, everyone "normal" and not gets that way when stoned; that's how you tell the aliens, is if they act any different than how the rest of us when drunk and high--they're not all hungry and havin' to rock out and piss, sometimes at the same time. Man. ZEEEEEEBBBBBAAAAA NEEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHBBBBBAAAAA!!!

Okay, enough Pearls Before Swine. All I was gonna say in the beginning was how great it is to rock out to Blue Oyster Cult and how you can only understand Devil's Haircut by Beck when drunk and high. Futurama made a joke about Devil's Haircut: so Beck's talking to Bender when he joined the band, and he's talking about songwriting--he says: "It's like when I wrote Devil's Haircut...wait, what's that song about?" lol He guest-voice-appeared there a few years before he joined The Cult that his father belonged to (and Tom Cruise and John Travolta belong to, which ruins Saturday Night Fever a little for me), which he avoided for so long--he even changed his last name to his mother's instead of his father's. It's true, look it up. Beck Hansen. Anyway, I miss Futurama. I's kill for them to make more episodes of it. I'm sorry, but as a geek (they made a whole Star-Trek-devoted ep. of Futurama!), I find Futurama a lot funnier. Man, that was an old move production company or something! Futurama! I saw it at the end of Frankenstein Meets the Space Monster. (Which is one of those great, great old cheesy '60's sci-fi cult movies, they showed it on AMC at 4 in the morn' on Halloween or something, but I'm proud of them to put something that crazy on, it's great.)

But anyway...man, I'd tell more Futurama jokes, like that one about the old hippie van and the bong under the seat (or in the dash or something, I can't remember), interestingly from the same ep. with Beck in it. That might be my fav. ep. of Futurama, but I dunno, they had one with an Al Gore voice cameo and one with a giantic ball of garbage poised to destroy Earth, the planet tha made 'er... all good memories. Argh. I be a pirate. I was the only one that dared to talk like a pirate on Talk Like a Pirate Day, weirdness be damned. Yar.

Okay. I could go on and on and I think that happens when I don't talk to people enough, even when they aren't listening...but I shouldn't. I'm sure I might have forgotten something, but oh well. I miss Animal Crossing!! Sis, you still have that or did you lose the player (to somebody...no names be I statin') or something? Who else finds that game cute, entertaining, fun, and enough challenge to not make it a total snoozefest? I remember I had a character in there, and outside my house I had a sign that said "Mi casa, su casa!" and of course to leave a message or what-have-you as customarily...ah, I could go on about that too. It's Thursday already!! I have to at least be awake at 9 for NEW SUPERNATURAL! WOO! So...yeah I'll set my alarm at least.

Tootles peeps! ~J.~ ^_^