:: Just One Terror: Zavi ::

:: Saturday, September 22, 2001 ::

I am so sleepy.
It's 1:46pm, Saturday, September 22, 2001, and I'm home in KY. I stayed up till 7am and just got up. As I've already recounted part of my train trip to Jann and our brother Cedric, in IRC, this blog will be that log, editted for... coherency, I guess.
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Astron: 'Lo.
MistaCat: Hallo. I love the train.
MistaCat: I love the train so much. I want to live on the train.
* Astron comes back. "You cannot live on a train. It'd be odd and you'd be hard to find."
* MistaCat grins. I cannot live on the train because it'd be expensive and I don't want to *work* on a train. I met a filmmaker!!!
MistaCat: And a photographer from Portland! And a shaman! And a drunk guy! And fireguys! And a cop from Grand Rapids!
MistaCat: And Bill-the-cafe-guy who was so funny.
MistaCat: And the dragonlady, who ran the dining car.
Astron: The train was a madhouse, neh? :p
MistaCat: And I met the future President of the United States, currently 18months old. Alec Kinney.
Astron: No...no, I don't see an Alec as being president.
MistaCat: The train was wonderful!
MistaCat: It's not the Alec so much as the Kinney.
MistaCat: President Kinney just sounds right.
Astron: Even so. The Alec would have to be involved.
MistaCat: Or Kinny, mebbe. I didn't ask, and his mother didn't put her lastname on the survey.
Astron: Survey?
* MistaCat laughs.
MistaCat: Yeah, our Attack on America survey that we did on the 11th... I took all the extras with me.
MistaCat: Chris has the most amazing 120 SLR camera. I want one. It makes this huge clunking sound. She said it scares little kids.
Astron: A camera that scares little kids? What breed of whiney little kids are these?
MistaCat: Ohh, and I met Juda. Juda lives in Sandpoint, Idaho, and agrees with me that Idaho does not exist.
MistaCat: I don't know what breed of little kids. One that get scared by clunking sounds, I guess.
Astron: Juda? You trust a Juda?
Astron: Juda's'll lie sure as the sky is long.
MistaCat: No no. Juda rocks.
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migs_: hello
MistaCat: Hallo, migs_.
Astron: Why, hullo there.
migs_: how are u?
Astron: Giddy.
MistaCat: I'm in love, migs_. It's name is the Empire Builder.
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* Shalarn waaaves.
* MistaCat bounces around Jann.
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MistaCat: Well... bye, boring drifter.
MistaCat: Okay. I met a filmmaker. Robert Pascale.
MistaCat: He's from NYC.
Astron: It wasn't a very good drifter...it should practice more.
MistaCat: A photographer, Chris. She's from Portland.
Astron: Hullo Sharl.
*** Shalarn Quit (Read error: Connection reset by peer)
MistaCat: Her computer's not letting her restore a minimized IRC window, just letting her use AIM... she's restarting.
Astron: Bah...set it afire, I say.
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Shalarn: Computers are evil things.
* Astron whispers. "Set 'er on fire, Sharl. Just let it burn. It's for the best."
MistaCat: Returning now to my trip report, which perhaps I'll just post to the blog as a log... umm.
Shalarn: But, but it was very expensive.
MistaCat: Robert Pascale - Filmmaker from NYC - going from LA to NYC
Astron: That's ok. It'll be a 'spensive fire.
MistaCat: Chris - Photographer from Portland - going from Portland to NYC
MistaCat: Tom Owen - the drunk guy
Shalarn: Oh, did everyone go to sleep at night? Or were people still awake and available to talk to?
MistaCat: Some people slept... after we picked up the smoking car, in Spokane, there were usually people still awake, and hanging out in there.
Shalarn: Ooh, picking up a car. Ooh. Trains are so cool :)
MistaCat: We picked up several cars, "the other half of our train", in the words of one of the conducters:)
MistaCat: Unforunately, along with the smoking and the dining cars, we also picked up the dragon lady...
Shalarn: Umm . . . not the cool dragon lady?
MistaCat: Ohh, yeah, the model dragon lady! She's cool.
But no, this was a bad dragonlady;)
MistaCat: Dragon lady - the conducter of the dining and smoking car
Astron: Are dragon ladies commonly nice? I've not met any...
Shalarn: There's a model called the dragon lady . . . I think . . .
MistaCat: Ralph - the conducter of my car, and perhaps other cars
MistaCat: Bill - the guy who runs the cafe car
MistaCat: Alec Kinney - the future President of the United States
* Astron shakes his head. "No. His name's Alec. He can't be president with a name like Alec."
MistaCat: Gini - Alec's mother
Astron: And with a mother by the name of Gini...no, I just don't see it.
MistaCat: Frank - the extremely fat guy, one of the smoking car group
MistaCat: WhiteApache - the shaman/aromatherapy guy, half Apache and very cool
MistaCat: WhiteApache was also commonly found in the smoking car.
MistaCat: The smoking car was evil, it was all plastic. And the dragon lady didn't allow anyone to have any kind of drink in there, even water.
Astron: Maybe she'as afraid anyone with liquid could be an anti-smoking extremist aiming to drown people's smokes.
MistaCat: The fireguys - two firemen on their way to NYC because their taskforce had been called out to help
MistaCat: The cop from Grand Rapids - asked me if I was a cop
MistaCat: K. Venkatesan - the India Indian guy that Chris talked to a lot
MistaCat: Did I list Bill the cafe guy?
* Shalarn nods.
Shalarn: Coool . . why'd he ask if you were a cop?
* Astron comes back. "Someone mistook you for a cop? You? ;p"
* MistaCat comes back and grins. I was wearing my Baltimore Police Homicide Unit shirt. I was asked more than once if I was a cop.
MistaCat: I think the Grand Rapids' cop's words were, "What department are you with?"
MistaCat: One of the fireguys said, "She's a homicide cop!"
MistaCat: And "She's a police." But they knew better.
MistaCat: Let's see. Bill the cafe guy.
MistaCat: Juda - from Sandpoint, Idaho :p
MistaCat: He *agreed* with me, though. And he *lives* there.
Astron: I don't care. That doesn't make him an expert.
* Shalarn grins.
MistaCat: The pathologist's wife - well, she's a pathologist's wife. She was across the aisle from me.
MistaCat: I have the first day all typed up, but it's trapped on my laptop:( So I'll have to recreate it as best I can...
Shalarn: Eeek :(
Shalarn: Did you contact juggle for people?
MistaCat: I did I did:)
MistaCat: My contact juggling was quite popular with the people of the smoking car.
* MistaCat tries to remember if there are any other people to introduce, before she starts telling stories.
MistaCat: Juda and I watched Chocolat. We sat on the floor in the lounge car, cos the seats were taken, and Bill (the lounge is right above the cafe, in the same car, so it was Bill's) reminded us that he has seats. It was funny.
MistaCat: Then we hung out in the Spokane station. Watched them add the extra cars.
MistaCat: Got to see the inside of the smoking car, at that time. I declared it evil, because it was all plastic and clinical looking. And had tinfoil ashtrays.
MistaCat: And I caught sight of the dragon lady. She had fakely red hair, but the air about her that if you asked, she'd say it was natural.
MistaCat: Juda and I got back on the train, he sat next to me even though his seat was in another car. We talked a while, quietly because people around us were sleeping.
Shalarn: Juda is a waycool name.
* MistaCat nods. Juda is a cool name:)
MistaCat: Theeen. *Then.* The guy a seat head and across the aisle from us started having a seizure.
Shalarn: Eeek!
MistaCat: We watched, shocked, for a second. Then Juda and the pathologist's wife ran off to find help. I sat there and watched. To make sure he kept breathing. Didn't know what I'd do if he stopped, but, eh...
MistaCat: The pathologist's wife got back, without anyone. I went off to look. I got back, and Juda had come back with the dragon lady.
MistaCat: We re-enacted the seizure for the dragon lady. The guy, Nathan, had woken up by then. He didn't understand who we were talking about, even after we said, "You!" several times.
MistaCat: We *finally* got the dragonlady to go find the conducter of our car. We re-enacted the seizure for *him.* It took us forever to get *him* to call for help.
MistaCat: Once the paramedics got there, we had to re-enact everything for *them.* Then we all, the paramedics, Juda, the dragon lady, the other conducter, the pathologist's wife, and me, we all had to then convince Nathan to forget about how to get to Chicago, go to the hospital.
MistaCat: He said he had no history of seizure.
MistaCat: He was taking Neurotonin. I have to find out what that is.
MistaCat: The train was delayed a bit longer after he left. Juda and I talked about how we'd just participated in saving someone's life, but we'd never know if he actually did survive.
Shalarn: Hmm . . .
MistaCat: Then the train went on for a few minutes. Then it stopped for a few minutes. Then it *backed up* all the way back to the Spokane station and just sat there a while.
Shalarn: Weird . . .
MistaCat: They never explained that...
MistaCat: Then it went on, to Sandpoint, where Juda got off. I think I may have slept a little while after that, then stayed up till dawn, so I could see Montana. It had *snow.*
MistaCat: And mountains. *Huge* mountains.
Shalarn: Whoah . . .
MistaCat: Then I went to sleep... when I woke up, we were still in Montana, but it was totally flat.
MistaCat: I love the train. I love it so very much.
Shalarn: Trains are terrific.
Shalarn: I wanna go onna train.
MistaCat: We must go by train next year:)
MistaCat: I guess I must've met Gini and Robert around that time...
Shalarn: 'Kaaay :) Only . . . eee . . . time, and money. But yeah.
MistaCat: Robert is the blonde guy with the camera, cara. From the PDX station.
MistaCat: That camera is *so* amazing...
MistaCat: He had a laptop with him, too. A G4, I think. Made of titanium.
* Astron comes back and looks way up. "My mom takes Neurotonin. For note."
Shalarn: Ohhh, my dad thought he might be the producer guy . . . Lyn called my mom and told her about the producer, and my dad wondered if it was that guy.
* MistaCat blinks slowly at a site. This says Neurotonin is being used as an antiseizure medication.
MistaCat: What's she take it for?
Astron: It's an anti-epileptic drug. Primarily. Although she takes it for pain.
MistaCat: Well... well that's weird.
MistaCat: Cos the guy said he had no history of seizures. But that he hadn't been taken the Neurotonin when he was supposed to.
Astron: It tends to help with...neuro...neuropathic, I think. Neuropathic pain. Nerve damage and similar things.
MistaCat: I sat with Robert and Gini for a long time. Then Chris joined us. Chris is so very cool.
Astron: They make it pretty clear that it's an anti-epileptic, though.
MistaCat: I think he'd mostly doing stock film for Getty, now.
MistaCat: Bill. Was so very funny. He made really funny announcements. "This is Bill from the cafe, located to the centre of the train, in the car. I am delighted beyond my wildest dreams to announce that we are now selling the Empire Builder chilled roast chicken dinner."
MistaCat: Er, "center of the train, in the lounge car"...
Shalarn: BRB . . . contacts must go out . . .
MistaCat: Contacts are icky. I was thinking about how it might be kinda difficult to deal with contacts, on the train... I guess not really, though. Just take'em out when you're ready to sleep... unless you can't see enough to walk up stairs and get back
to your seat...
MistaCat: We all had two seats to ourselves. It was great.
MistaCat: Except for the metal bars between the two seats:p Robert was lucky, the metal bar on his seats wasn't raised.
MistaCat: I have to remember to take a pillow (I stole the pillow from the train;), a blanket, socks, and shoes that I can wear constantly, next time...
MistaCat: At St Paul and... someplace else, they announced that they were going to be picking up a lot of people. So we spread our bags out over our seats, and left the train;)
MistaCat: And no one stole our extra seats.
MistaCat: Chris and Robert and I talked all day... it was great.
MistaCat: And. *And.* There were *Amish* people on the train.
MistaCat: Hey... wake up...
MistaCat: I'm sleeepy. I should continue this tomorrow.
MistaCat: But I must remember Bill's Amish story. Everything WhiteApache told me.
MistaCat: And I must talk about Ralph trying to put me off at every stop. And my discussion with Tom.
* Shalarn grins at spreading out one's things so people won't take the extra seats.
Shalarn: I'd have thought it'd be really crowded . . .
MistaCat: It's so amazing. It's like you've got an instant family.
MistaCat: I thought it would be, too... but it wasn't...
MistaCat: Oh, and I have to talk about the fireguys. And the Grand Rapids cop.
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More later... I'm burnt out.
:: Coco Lennon 5:48 PM [+] ::
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It's time to leave. I guess we're going to Burnside for a while, then on to the train station--two days on a train. It's going to be odd.

I hope I'll be able to properly soak my ear in saltwater...

I just learned that Jann's cat Koko is a Three Muskateer. He's Three in One. Hehehe.

Jann says she might post while I'm on the train--that'll be very cool to read when I get home...

So... we're off...
:: Coco Lennon 4:37 PM [+] ::
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The forensics test says I got 17 out of 38 correct, which is strange because there are 59 questions. It says my average is 45%.
:: Coco Lennon 8:20 AM [+] ::
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Jann and her mother went to work. I packed. And watched LEXX movies. And talked to people online, and stalled. And talked to my parents on the phone; my dad asked if there is work out here, and my mom said I can't have my dog. Ha;p

My duffle bag is giantly large, and very heavy. I hope the train people don't reject it.

We went out to dinner for yummy food at the Oregon City Mc-place-I-can't-spell, and I gave the waiter guy my redwhiteandblue ribbon I was wearing, because he had an Air Force shirt but no flag-related thing. He was happy at that.

We played the Object Game, discussed Jerry Hall, unicorns, dragons, theories, Art Bell, and, um, we must have discussed other things. Jann and I ate cheesecake weirdly. Again.

Everyone should go here and audition for things.

My left wrist hurts. Quite a bit.

I want a Popple. I must find one, somewhere.

I'm not doing so well on this forensics test.

One would think I'd have more to say... but I don't. I'll have to make a lot of notes while on the train, and publish anything here. It'll be quite interesting, I hope.

The AAPA site isn't very helpful; it talks about PA training but doesn't specify what "on the job" training is like, and if you *have* to have proper training first. Eh.

Weather.com says... well, nothing very useful, for Chicago on Friday. Except that it's supposed to rain the day before and the day after. Grr.
3:24am
:: Coco Lennon 6:31 AM [+] ::
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I've got a random mug from the cabinet sitting beside me, with sea-salt water cooling in it. It says, in elaborate gold letters, "By Appointment to His Majesty The King of Sweden", and has a crest on it. Very cool.
:: Coco Lennon 4:29 AM [+] ::
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I slept late, which was cool. We watched a thing on tv about Elvis... it seemed so absurd, in between terrorism-related news broadcasts, they were showing a biography sort of thing about Elvis.

We spent the evening at Jann's grandparents' house; that was very cool. We ate ELK, of all things. Elk burgers. It was quite yummy. And corn on the cob, very very good corn on the cob. And strawberry shortcake, mmmmmm. Jann's grandfather taught us how to play pool, I got a minor lesson in chess, and we played MTG. Jann's uncle, who I wasn't going to get to see because he was out to sea or something and I was leaving last Wednesday, showed up, and had forgotten my name. He and Jann did a funny KidsintheHall thing that they do. We saw funny videos Jann's grandmother took in Sweden, and one she took on in the restroom mirror on the plane home; that one is absolutely hilarious. "The food is icky, I'm bored..."

My ear feels cool.

And now we're home, and my left wrist hurts, and the tv isn't showing Springer even though the official site says it should be. Pout.

I have to pack tomorrow. Well, today... as this is 12:49am, Monday, Sept 17. Ignore the blog's timestamp, it's still on KY time...
:: Coco Lennon 3:56 AM [+] ::
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We sat around. I read Alien Nation #1 and giggled at its presentation of Bryon Grazer. We watched a basketball movie... I ate too much. I added a tracker to my Springer blog, and people are already getting to it from weird search strings. I took photos of the cats, and Truffles-the-bunny, and Jann's parents' cars, cos there are interesting things taped in the back windows now. My ear feels like it's already healing, which rocks. My head kinda hurts. This is incredibly short.
:: Coco Lennon 3:44 AM [+] ::
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9:35pm-I'm sitting on the bus. I've been lugging my laptop around all day, for no reason purpose. We're on our way home now, so I decided to do my blogger entry.

First we went to Concordia, and missed the rehearsal thingy. We got a tour of the theatre, very very cool. I said, "It smells so good.", in the costume room, and everyone laughed at me, cos they said it smelled musty. I was told the spiral staircase up to the booth was a $500 kit, so that rocks.

From there, we went to Hawthorne. We ate at an Indian place, called the India Oven, I think. The woman who kept refilling our water glasses also kept frowning at us, and the other people who were eating there. I had a very yummy lemon drink, nimbu paani, which I must find a recipe for. And Jann had something that was mango flavoured, heheh.

Theeeeeen:
I got my left ear pierced; it hurt. Robbie, or perhaps Robbey, the piercer guy, was very cool, and nice. The needle, in his words, "got hung up on the scar tissue", because he pierced it in the same place as my old piercing was. Owie. It looks really cool, though, with a 14g captive ball ring.

The piercing place was called Metro Body Piercing. We bought some funny patches there, too, name patches from mechanics' shirts or something; I bought "Tim" and "Del", and another sort of patch that says "pre-cure process".

Then to A Shot in the Dark, for icecream. The woman there, frowned, too, so maybe I'm imagining frowning people. They had a book called Timmy The Timid Turtle, and it reminded me lots of Bayliss-from-Homicide. I need a copy of that book.

On the way to Concordia, I hung my arm out the window and gave the peace/V-for-Victory sign. One guy shouted, "Peace out!", another just kinda jerked his head at me, and a woman smiled and returned the sign.

So now we're on the 32 to Oregon City. But first we were on the 75 to Milwaukie, which is where the crazy lady was.

Yes, the crazy lady.

We saw her first the day of the attacks, and she was wearing the same thing and carrying the same things. I'd asked her if what she was wearing was crochet or knit, because I thought it was crochet but things are so much more often knit. She said it was crochet, and she'd done it herself. I think I kinda cheered. After a while, we realized she was talking to herself, animatedly. We couldn't pick out anything she said, though.

So tonight, when we noticed she was there again, I went and sat next to her, taking Jann's tape recorder. She ignored me for a moment, talking quietly toward the floor. Then she looked over my left shoulder and started talking about cigarettes. She used to smoke four packs a day, when she was married to her husband, and she was happy. Now she's quit. But she's been smoking some. And at $4.50 a pack, she should just borrow cigarettes from people. And she's worried that the WTC attacks were her fault, because her cigarettes are Camels and manufactured in the mid-east, if they'd been Marlboros or even Winston, she wouldn't be so worried. She used to not smoke, she used to live on rice and something I can't remember, when she did a lot of camping, and she was writing her book. I asked her what kind of book, she said science fiction. I asked what it's about, she said life on planet Earth and human nature. It took her four years to write it. It's done now, it's not published, she doesn't know whether to make it into a movie or a cartoon. I say I'd like to read it, she says she'll let me read it when it's all typed up. I ask if she knows who Valerie Solanis was, she says the name's familiar. I explain, in all seriousness, ready to pretend to be a SCUM supporter, that she shot Andy Warhol and she wrote the SCUM manifesto, which says that men are inferior to women, biologically inferior. She says, "She shot Andy Warhol?" I say yes, she says she's glad to know it was someone else, because she'd always been afraid that she'd killed Andy Warhol.

[from here, written at home]

She talked about Warhol for a while, saying she liked him, and she was him for a while, and she was afraid that sometime when she was depressed, she'd killed him. I explained that he didn't die in '68 when Solanis shot him, he died in the eighties. And I think she got worried again. She said she'd done a show in Andy's honour, she gave everyone in the front rows flashlights with strobe things, and it was like something Andy'd do, "So it was boring." I asked her if she knew who Oscar Wilde was, and she said, "Oh, yes, he's someone you could really get depressed with, too." I said yes, he depresses me daily. She said he was cute, but self-centered. I agreed, sort of.

I can't really remember anything after that. We talked more, and she finally got off the bus. I stumbled back to sit with Jann, and laughed for a while, then told her about it all.

Now we're home, watching bits of Dr. Strangelove again. My ear's sore, meh. It looks cool, though.
10:33pm

:: Coco Lennon 2:05 AM [+] ::
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We didn't do anything today, cos Jann's sickish:( ::huggles Jann::

We watched Kansas City, and ate things, and I found out I can buy rabbit pasta online. Jann watched Miss Congeniality, and I kinda paid attention to it.

I talked to my mom for a long while, and ordered things from Amazon. Yay.

I found a yummy-sounding pizza place in Chicago, thanks to these guys.

I need to learn about football, by December.
:: Coco Lennon 2:37 AM [+] ::
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I just remembered; I had a dream lastnight that I was in some house, with some other people, and our-friend-who-we-call-Cedric showed up, and my mom and someone else hid him in a room. They were going to dye his hair blue, but I wasn't supposed to know that. They had blueing and several other odd things, and I wasn't allowed to get to them so I could say, "Don't use any of that weird stuff, I've got blue dye!" It was odd.
:: Coco Lennon 6:01 AM [+] ::
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Cooool, I go to blogger.com at 1:20am and find that Neil Gaiman's Journal is on the just-updated list.

I think "I picked up lots of fallen sunflowers and propped them against the side of the house for no real reason other than they looked nice like that." is very profound.

I'm glad I blogged earlier, cos, like Jann, I don't really remember today, either. Unlike Jann, I don't have the excuse of having slept through some of it.

Wait, yes I do, sort of. I slept through most of Dr. Strangelove.

We went to McMinamen's, and they said we could only stay till 10pm, cos of liquor laws. So we only had appetizers there, we had dinner and dessert at Shari's. Thinking about it, though, we probably could have just said yes, we're 21. He took our word for it that we're 18...

Amtrak doesn't allow pets, but they allow service animals. I wonder if I could bluff my way into Lucy being a service cat. Sigh. I wonder if my friend-in-KY will still be getting Gillian for me.

I, um. Didn't call Rob Boggs. Arg.
:: Coco Lennon 4:38 AM [+] ::
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Plans:

I leave Portland by train (Amtrak), Tuesday.

I arrive in Chicago on Thursday, and sadly don't get to stay long enough to go to a Springer taping. My uncle picks me up, and we go to his and my aunt's house for the night, in northern Indiana, then he drives me home to Kentucky. It's very, very sweet of him and I thank him muchly.

I have to go buy another duffle bag, so I can consolidate my luggage into three bags. I came here with four, but the train only allows three. Eck.

And my ear still isn't pierced, but I hope I can get that done quickly. In Hawthorne, I think. Stupidly ignoring everyone's reccomendation to go to Black Hole...

Powell's is mean for not having a cheap paperback copy of Homicide: A Year on the Killing Streets.

Neil Gaiman has friends in NYC. I hope they're all okay.

This blog is amazing.
:: Coco Lennon 11:30 PM [+] ::
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I... I really don't know what to say.

I'm not leaving yet.

It's so weird.

I've said "It's so WEIRD!" ten million times today.

I was lying in bed, trying to commit my dream of a gay funeral with a nicely placed combined gay pride/American flag and a bad man, to memory, and the door opened. I half-opened my eyes and saw Jann's mom. She said something to the effect of, "Ashley, there's been a terrible tragedy. Two planes crashed into the World Trade Center..." I sat up, I'm sure I looked surprised. She continued, saying that all flights had been canceled, and she'd talked to my mom, and I should get up and call her. I did, and it took all day to get to in proper contact so we could discuss my options... which are bus and train. Bus lines aren't running in the Northeast... the train from here to KY stops in Chicago, which would be cool.

Jann and I went to Hawthorne to talk to people. We asked them this set of questions:

[quote]

1. Are you from Portland?

2. Do you know anybody in New York, Pennsylvania, or Washington, DC?

3. Where were you and what were you doing when you found out?

4. What was your first reaction?

5. Who do you think did it and what was their motivation?

6. Will they attack the West? If so, what will they hit?

7. Which news station do you turn to?

8. What should the United States do, retaliation and security-wise?

9. Do you think President Bush is doing what he should be doing?

10. What can we do as individuals?

11. How does this effect your life directly?

[endquote]

We interviewed Sky, who just rocks.

I looked into a piercing place and asked about prices; I think they said $20.

I feel pretty blank. I need should answer our questions, as I haven't done that yet. I need to sleep, so I can call Rob Boggs and go to the travel agency.

I found a cat I need. I named her Lucy.

I must remember to type up some of the interviews, tomorrow...
:: Coco Lennon 4:21 AM [+] ::
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My ear. It's still not pierced.

Perhaps that can be remedied tomorrow.

I can't believe I'm leaving so soon... Wednesday.

Oh! 9/11! Perfect!!

We did nothing... sat around, Jann studied katakana, I reviewed a bit of Esperanto that I already know, then we watched Princess Caraboo and Drop Dead Gorgeous, which shocked me by having Mo Gaffney. Then a couple episodes of LEXX. ::bounce:: I love LEXX.

While I really love it here, I think I'll be gladdish to be able to watch Homicide, the X-Files, and LEXX again...

Sleep...
:: Coco Lennon 4:44 AM [+] ::
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I... I am so completely blank...

We had much fun at the Faire yesterday; I think I won't say more about it, except that one of the other knights complained that the Black Knight (Patrick) was drinking, and someone shouted, "Of course he's drinking--he's French!" And the mystery man yelled at the Black Knight, "Is your armour Givenchy or Chanel?" And I bought a blue bottle of cream soda, which I called "blood of some kind" because when Jann was drinkign Dragon's Breath, "cream soda" sounded pretty... boring.

And my nose is sunburned.

And today, picked Jann's friend Kanako up, then went to Burnside. We went to the Church of Elvis, and got accused of being Scientologists and Canadians. Then we went to the Saturday Market, where I bought amazing honey and asked several different potters if they know of Bybee Pottery in Kentucky. Only one of them had heard of it. Then on to a little shop that had several old Japanese toys and a few He-Man toys. Then we split up, Kanako and Jann going to Powell's and Jann's mother Sonja and myself walking all around looking for Rainbows. I finally asked some people who were sitting on the sidewalk under a walk/don'twalk sign, and one of them directed us right to it. Yayay. I bought a rainbow bracelet with "Cancer" on it. Then we walked back to Powells, and met in the Japanese section. Kanako found a very cool how-to-write-katakana book for kids, for Jann, and I found a novel written in Esperanto ("Koko krias jam!" by Ferenc Szilagyi), and an Esperanto dictionary. Kanako gave Jann a lesson while Sonja and I went to take photos of the Armory. Then back to Powells, then to McMenamins for food, where they were playing Bowie song after Bowie song, which rocked. I questioned the wossit, the server guy, about it. Jann quotes that conversation. We ate cheesecake weirdly, did Jann and I. That was hilarious and fun. Then we came home, and finished watching Masters of the Universe, and now we should be watching X-Men, but I'm being very slow about this entry... which is now done...
:: Coco Lennon 5:05 AM [+] ::
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Got up at 7am. Have photographic proof.

Went to a renfaire, was Delirium, gave a big pink magic ballalloon to a bard, bought a beautiful bag from the bag lady who is usually at the Saturday Market.

Am exhausted. Must remember to talk about the mystery man, and will describe his clothing now lest I later forget: ash-gray/blue dress jacket, white dress shirt, thin black 50's tie (the kind detective Munch wears), a jewelled red cat collar around his left elbow, jeans with five inch cuffs, hiking boots, mirrored sunglasses, earrings (more than one in each ear), a gold watch, and he was carrying a slim attache case. Like... secret service for aliens, or something. Was great.

Very sleepy. Must transfer day's pics from camera to computer and empty bags and such... ehhhh...
:: Coco Lennon 1:21 AM [+] ::
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I had the weirdest dream. I'll get to it.

We carried a shelf up here from the garage, and Jann put alla W books on its top shelf.

Then we went to a Russian restaurant, where strange Russian guys sang things in Russian. I had beef stroganoff, which was not as good as the beef stroganoff my mom makes, cos it had tomatoes or something in it...

Then on to A Shot in the Dark, our coffeehouse. I ordered a vanilla latte and some icecream, "But I don't want the icecream till I get back." And I walked, alone, to a used clothing place called Red Light. Bought a Portland patch ($2), and a gray no-sleeved hoodie thingy out of their $1 bin outside... and the reallycool guy behind the counter gave me the plastic rod from the receipt paper roll, because he'd run out of paper and couldn't give me a receipt. Walked back to ASitD, and the nice lady brought my icecream. That was reallycool, that she just saw me and brought the icecream. ::bounce::

On the drive home, I leaned out the window and sang at people. First I sang, "Gus, is the cat, at the theatre door... his name as I ought to have told you, before, is really... Asparagus. But that's such a fuss, to pronounce, that we usually call him... just Gus. His coat's very shabby, he's thin, as a rake, and he suffers from palsy, which makes his paw shake. Yet he was in his youth, quite the smartest of cats... but no longer a terror. To mice. Or to rats." And people gave me funny looks. Then I sang various parts of David Bowie's Andy Warhol. Then, "Been saved again by the garbage truck, I got somethin' to say, y'know, but nothin' comes, yes I... can't remember the lyrics now..." Some guys laughed and pointed at me, for that. Then I think I went back to singing Andy Warhol, and at a stop light, a guy in a pickup looked at me mockingly and said, "Enjoying the big city?" I wish I'd thought to say, "I'm from Indianapolis!"

Now we're here.

And, my dream. I typed this up right after I woke up;

Jann, Carl-who-turned-into-someone-more-like-my-own-dad, and Sonja, and myself were walking along, and suddenly there was Truman Capote.
Me: Is that Truman??
Capote: [turns around and smiles] Capote, yes!
Me: Ohh! I must take a picture!
And Halston was following Capote, so I tried to get both of them in the frame...
And Capote posed, but all these other people with cameras congregated, and I kept getting in their way. Fake Carl kinda pulled me away and turned my head to the ground, and I never did get my picture.
Jann and someone else and I went with Halston into a little restaurant/cafe sort of place, Sonja and Fake Carl now gone. I don't know who the someone else was.
Halston said something to make me mad; I can't remember what it was. Jann and the someone else went on into Studio 54, which was next door. A waitress in the cafe was looking at my modified copy of The Andy Warhol Diaries. I started yelling at Halston that we were going to be more famous than they ever were, that no one remembers them anymore. He just kinda smiled and refused me entry to Studio 54. He left, and I started begging the waitress, saying I *needed* to get in. She smiled and said, "I'll just ignore you."
I thanked her very happily, got my copy of Andy back, and ran over into 54. I looked around, noticing doors, and people. Some sort of announcement system said something about Andy Warhol being in a room. I looked around desperately, trying to figure out how I would find out which room. I wandered over to a sort of staircase, and Jason Alexander looked down, and waved me up. I went up the stairs and into a room marked "Reo"... and there was Andy with thinning hair, in a wheelchair. His face looked much better than usual, less pockmarked and no pimples. And there was Jann, and the someone else, and Jason Alexander. I sat down on the floor, started pulling things from my denim backpack, and said, "Halston made me mad and I screamed." I pulled my tape recorder out of my backpack and held it up to Andy. "This is *my* wife. Not named Sony, unfortunately." He gave me a sort of blank look. I think we all kinda sat around a while, then Andy was walking around a bit. He put on a big wavy/crimpy long red wig, then sort of lounged on a bed. He looked just like a woman from the back, and I told him to be still so I could take his picture. He did, and I did. Then he turned around and he still looked like a woman, so I took another picture. And I kept wanting to ask him if Pat Hackett had the unabridged version of his Diaries, but never got the chance.
:: Coco Lennon 1:26 AM [+] ::
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Today, we didn't eat at a Russian restaurant. And there were several things I didn't buy, but several more that I did.

Firstly; I call the state ME. I am informed by a slightly unnerving woman that dieners are pathology assistants and that the state ME uses them but doesn't employ them; Multnomah county employs them. I have to call Rob Boggs on Monday, and perhaps *he* will know what the qualifications are for dieners.

Secondly; we walk to a bus stop, listen to some guys saying odd things, which I see in my notebook I did not make notes of.

Thirdly; we wait for a very long time in the very hot sun, near smelly dumpsters, for the next bus. We listen to an annoying woman talk a lot. Two girls get on the bus, talking about David Bowie. I run over to them when they sit down, and talk to one:
Me: Why are you talking about David Bowie??
Her: Whaaat?
Me: You said David Bowie, why did you say David Bowie?
Her: Ohh... we were talking about something my brother said... he confused Bowie with Billy Idol.
Me: Ohhh.
Then we say a few more things about Bowie, and I contact juggle, and she is jealous.
I return to my seat, and listen to the strange lady babble at the driver some more:
"She walked in and said, "Boy, I feel funny." and then she walked on over, and that was all she wrote. She passed away right in the door."
"I'm gonna sit back, shut up, and let you drive." This she said as we were turning into the Clackamas Town Center parking lot. Jann and I both whispered, "It's about time."
And I listened to the girls at the back of the bus, the one I talked to and the one she was with. The one I talked to was interviewing the other.
Her: What's going on in your life right now?
Her2: Whaddya mean, what's going on in my life right now?
Her: What's going on in your life right now?
And a bit later:
Her: How many CAT scans have you had?
I thought that was a very odd question.
And then there was the guy who said, "I'd like to get out of it, that's what I'd like to do. More medication, more medication... it gets old after a while."

Fourthly; we eat Indian foot and watch really cool girls ice skate.

Fifthly; we go to Wizards of the Coast, buy nothing, and get tournament info. Tournaments every Friday. Yay. And not-yay, cos we won't have time this Friday.

Sixthly; we go to Gifts from Afar, and buy things. I bought a spiked hemp choker thing, which is really cool and cost less than it would if I'd bought the spikes to make it. I had been planning on doing so. Also; a Cancer symbol pendant. And a Sweden keychain, for Jann's mother.

Seventhly; Shutterbug. They did not have 110 film, but they did have 120. How weird is that?

Eighthly; Hot Topic, where I had to ignore ignore ignore She-Ra and Labyrinth shirts and just get the Delirium shirt. I am so very happy:)

Ninthly; Made in Oregon, where they did not have any patches, but did have shortbread cookies. They are yummy.

Tenthly; across the walkway to a... a sports store, the name of which I forgot. I got two Ravens shirts for $14.99, yayayay. Thought about getting a Nebraska shirt, but didn't.

Eleventhly, which is always a good number; back to the food court to find Jann's dad. He took us to Hawthorne...

First to Powell's. I bought the Portable Oscar Wilde, 1981. There are letters in it that make me cry. Also got five things of Gumball Poetry.

Then to our coffeehouse, A Shot in the Dark. They are very, very nice there, and gave me icecream with my chocolate decadence. We talked about theories and played MTG. Jann won.

Then back home... and here in this room, where we are watching, umm, The Mind Snatchers, I think it's called. Christopher Walken, 1972. Chris Walken, as he was known to Andy. Very scary.
:: Coco Lennon 4:57 AM [+] ::
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We didn't go to see Rush Hour 2, nor did we eat at an Ethiopian restaurant, but we will some other time.

We went to the library to pick up Princess Mononoke, and I bought four books. Can't remember what any of them are right now. Heh.

Then we went to the ME's office; they haven't got a morgue. Deputy ME Jeff Mayer directed me to the *state* ME. Gave me the number. So I've got to call them tomorrow. Thanks, Deputy ME Jeff Mayer.

Then on across the street to the tv studio! It was amazing. We had a tour--it's--well, it's just amazing. They have all these editing suites, and they'll teach you how to use them. And you can use their equipment. And, and, and. Whine.

Theeen we walked back home, past this nice guy who welcomed me to Oregon City and said, when I explained that a diener fetches bodies from the freezer and makes the first cuts, "Ohh, well, yeah, oh, okay." It was rather funny.

Then we watched Princess Mononoke, Star Trek, Star Trek, Seinfeld, Princess Mononoke, and Andy Warhol's Dracula. In that order.

And we ate yummy things in between all of that; a somewhat spicy pasta thing and chips with a bacon cheese dip. And I ate a lot of marshmallows. And icecream.
:: Coco Lennon 3:29 AM [+] ::
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It's funny to see all the timestamps saying 5am when it was only 2am... I haven't changed the clock thingy...

We sat around most of the day, then went to see Tim Burton's Planet of the Apes, which was cool. And there was a preview before it for a new Barry Levinson film. ::huggles Barry::

Then we went to visit Jann's aunt and her cats. Fin was very sweet and purred on me, but only after he'd acted very cold to me.

Aaand then we went to rent videos; the video place actually had Andy Warhol's Dracula! Yay.

Then on to Dairy Queen for corndogs, because for some inexplicable reason we both felt like corn dogs. The batter was very yummy, but the hotdogs themselves weren't very good... ohwell.

And now I'm adapting The Nightingale and the Rose for audioplay sort of thing.
:: Coco Lennon 3:40 AM [+] ::
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We fed ducks and geese, and a goose snapped at me.

We went to Powell's, where I didn't buy Project Blue Book, The X-Files Lexicon, or the Sandman Companion, but did buy Alien Nation #1 the Day of Descent. And security told me to put shoes on! Arg! So I wasn't barefoot all of today:(

Out of all the books Powell's has, you'd think they'd have Outwitting Tomorrow, by Valiant Thor. Or things by Dr. Stranges. Grr.

We walked around Burnside for a while, and found the most amazing building, a former armory. I *need* it. It's *perfect!*

Then we walked around a neighbourhood and met a cat named Myles...

Then we came home and watched Speaking Parts, which is very, very odd, and Return to Oz, which is somewhat scary.

My mind is fairly blank, except for the girl who said "creamsicle phantom of death", in Powell's. That was very funny.
:: Coco Lennon 5:22 AM [+] ::
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I forgot to write about the guy who jumped out a window while we were walking around Concordia, days ago.

We were walking along, with the girl called Blue, and I was smoking a clove cigarette. And suddenly this guy jumps out a ground-level window and says, "Do I smell cloves?" I say, "Yes, you want a drag?" He puts the screen back in the window, says, "Yes please," and joins us.

It was very cool, until the girl inside the dorm yelled at him because he'd quit smoking months ago...
:: Coco Lennon 5:03 AM [+] ::
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I wish to apologize most... um... something elegant there, for not updating lastnight. I was up till 5am, posing evil questions to Cedric. We didn't do anything, anyway, and Jann wrote about it...

I'm stiiiill barefoot.

There was a party today, to which many people came. I didn't know any of them. Well, I sorta did, because I'd met all but two of them before, but, eh. And Sonja made yummy food, and I need to get the recipe for the cake. Very scrummy cake.

I forgot to ask people The Question! Ack. Oh well.

There's an apartment in the paper that I'm going to call about tomorrow, because it sounds interesting and is likely within walking distance not only of this house, but of the ME's office, too. And a an amazing tv studio.

Carl drove us to the ME's office, but it was closed; we somehow did not notice that there is a tv studio across the street from it... then we went to feed ducks and geese, and got barked at by a part pit bull dog; why are we meeting so many pits latey?

We watched the last half of an episode of LEXX (Brigadoom). T'was great. ::sings:: We may die but we must fight, let us act this very night, we are the Brunnen-G...
:: Coco Lennon 4:55 AM [+] ::
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Ooooookay. I'm still barefoot. We went to the mall, met a part pit bull puppy who bounced all over me and bit my ear, then went to Hot Topic, where I spent too much money. I got two Sandman shirts--they're the same, but they were only $4... wow. They're Dream. I'm wearing one. They also had a Delirium shirt, which was $19, a Labyrinth shirt at $16, and a SHE-RA SHIRT! at $19. Wowowowowowow, She-Ra!!!

I didn't get any of those, though. I need more moneyyyyy.

I did get a Sandman sticker and a TMNT patch, whee.

Then on to get food, then to Wizards of the Coast to get talked to by a MTG expert. He talked funny, but answered some questions, so that was cool. They were having a tournament, which we meant to go back and watch, but ended up having to come home for dinner, instead...

We went to a magazine back issue shop after that; it was very very cool. I got two copies of Fate, wanted the issue of Out that has Lili Taylor on the cover but didn't feel like looking for it, and would have gotten an issue of Entertainment Weekly if they'd had the one I wanted, the one my Springer blog might be mentioned in.

Then on to A Shot in the Dark, a coffeehouse. I had very bitter coffee, and Jann and I shared a jellycinnamonroll thingy while we played MTG. She won.

As we were leaving, we asked the two people behind the counter which person they would marry if they had to; Danny DeVito or Naomi Campbell. After having Naomi explained to him, the guy said her. The woman made a cute face and said, "Do I *have* to decide?" We said yes, and she said, "I don't wanna marry a girrrl..." But ended up choosing Naomi anyway.

As we walked toward Powell's, we asked other people this same question; one girl said, "Naomi." immediately, the girl she was walking with also said Naomi. A guy said Naomi, then Danny DeVito because of the money. I offered him a third choice, David Bowie, and he said, "Oh, definitely Bowie." We then asked two more guys; they needed both people explained, then both said, "The girl, definitely." Then one of them discussed Andy Warhol with Jann, which rocked. And that reminds me; Jann said that somebody in Hot Topic said, of our specially-designed copy of the Andy Warhol Diaries, "That's a really cool thing to do to a book, mind if I steal your idea?" So that rocks.

We went our seperate ways in Powell's--I didn't find any interesting gay fiction, and then I didn't find any interesting paranormal books. Jann found books she really wanted, though, yayay:)

We came home, had dinner (which included alien brains), then went with Jann's mom to walk a dog.

Then we went to Haggen, a grocery store... I found Wonka Xploding Chocolate, which I didn't get because I hadn't brought my wallet, but I need to get it sometime...

I need a word other than "then"... eh. Then we came back home again, looked through some MTG cards, Jann put a couple videos on hold, at the library, then blogged... well, now blogged. And I'm done now, so, um.

::grins and wanders away::
:: Coco Lennon 5:17 AM [+] ::
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Ohhh, I totally forgot; we went to a cafe sort of place, before going to Concordia the first time. And I've been barefoot all day. I've been barefoot since I got off the plane. Yay.

And, my blog of tonight is rather incoherent, I think. Go read Jann's blog.
:: Coco Lennon 4:28 AM [+] ::
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G'night.

What?

You say I have to write in my blog?

Oh. Oh, right.

We visited Concordia to meet people Jann knows, and we learned how to play MTG. Some nice people helped out. Then we took the bus to Lloyd Center, and ate things, and I got an account on this weird free Internet kiosk. We wandered around, found the phones, then talked to the nice man at customer service, who told us that The Piercing Pagoda was a kiosk and every place he knew of in the mall used piercing guns. He called Hot Topic and asked if they use needles, and they said they don't do piercings. But they were still in the binder he had, listed with the piercing places. I think I said, "Oooo, Hot Topic! I have to see if they have Sandman shirts." And he said something about them having "Sandman stuff". I decided that was promising, so we went to Hot Topic... and they had no Sandman stuff. They did, however, have Laaaabyrinth shirts!!! I decided not to spend the $16, though... maybe later, right before I leave... the clerk guy in Hot Topic said they used to have Sandman things, but they didn't sell. So they shipped them out again, but that the Hot Topic in Clackamas might still have Sandman things *on clearance.* *Clearance!* SANDMAN!! So I think we're going there tomorrow. Then we took the wrong bus back to Concordia and hung out with Jolee a bit, then took a very long walk with someone I shall call Blue. She's as short as I am, which rocks. Theeeen Jann's dad picked us up and we drove all around... places... Burnside? Yeah. Where weird people are. There was a guy with green hair, a white hospitalish-clinicish coat, and one of those four-pronged cane thingies, on a streetcorner. I found Embers, which looks to be a sort of gay restaurant or club or something. Got lotsa cool flags hanging outside. Didn't find Rainbows, though, arg. Then we drove back into Oregon City, and found the medical examiner's office. Yaaay. That makes me happy. ::pauses:: I wonder how many people are that happy when they find the medical examiner's office?

And now we're sitting here, being sleepy. I prolly forgot lots of things... bleh.

Shower, now, and sleep...
:: Coco Lennon 4:24 AM [+] ::
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First, my notes made while on the plane:

[quote]
August 29-2001-5:20pm--In the air. Wow. This is amazing.

The pilot keeps saying "...to, uh... Portland." Like maybe he can't remember where we're going. And the plane's shaaaking, ack.

He says there's ten miles visibility, temp 74f, in Portland.

I'm sitting here barefoot.

We found out that it would cost anywhere from $3.99-$10 a minute to call Cedric from the airfone, so we're not going to;)

TURBULANCE LOTS OF IT

5:55pm, after lots of shaking and the pilot having the attendents put the carts away "until we find some smoother air", and having us put our seatbelts back on, I'monna try to sleep...
[endquote]

"TURBULANCE LOTS OF IT" was typed with one hand, because the other was clutching Jann's hands, cos I was scared. And I didn't sleep.

I wasn't barefoot in the Cincinnatti aeroport, but I was at the Portland aeroport... then on to Concordia to meet people, then home...

I'm looking at my notes from the flight... the in-flight safety information video and the seatbelt sign thing both said "flotation", but the tray said "floatation"... so who knows.

Flight attendant: She [indicates another flight attendant] probably didn't ask you, she's only asking the men. Do any of the *women* on this plane need anything to drink?

Flight attendant: Did you watch the movie? ((Blow Dry; a movie about mostly non-gay hairdressers))
Me: No.
FA: You didn't watch the movie, Miss Hair??
Me: I was--I--I was--
Gavin, the guy sitting next to me: Scared.
Me: Yeah.
FA: Scared?!
Me: The plane was shaking!
FA: [scoffs at me and walks away]

That was odd.

I'm, uh... sleepy... which is odd, cos it's only nearly 4am my time... yeah... ummm, the blog is still set on KY time... perhaps I'll change that, later...

I forgot to bring the charger for my camera. Arg.
:: Coco Lennon 3:47 AM [+] ::
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Wow, we're leaving. In about an hour. Three hours to the aeroport, then four hours on the plane, then there. And I'm getting a headache... ack. I think everything's packed. My bags are bulging. I think maybe I haven't packed *too* many things I don't need, except maybe for most of the clothes. I didn't even pack very many books, which is not like me.

Must go eat something and, and... figure out if I can carry my bags...
:: Coco Lennon 12:11 PM [+] ::
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::looks down through her posts:: Did I actually *say* that we're leaving tomorrow? Or, well, today, since it's 2:32am and we fly out at 4:50pm. Well, we are.

And, ::peers at Jann's blog:: it's two weeks. And I can't believe it, either. The time went so much faster than last year, which is really weird, because we did *less* this time...
:: Coco Lennon 2:41 AM [+] ::
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More about the Burger Boy, lastnight.

Okay. We drove in, complained that the parking lot was practically empty, then walked in, continued to complain that the place was empty. We tried to decide which booth we sat in last year, decided it was one of a certain two, and that it didn't really matter. We looked at menus, decided on food. I sat there and practiced contact juggling, and the waitress, the cook, and a couple of people at other tables watched. And the cook brought someone to me and asked me to perform, so I did. Hehe. Then we ordered... Jann had french toast, Lyn had coffee and pecan pie, and I ordered... a steak, an order of bacon, and some Italian dressing. Waitress: A salad with Italian dressing-- Me: No, just the dressing. Waitress: Okay. [stares at me for a moment, makes a funny face, then laughs] Lyn: She knows she's weird, you don't have to tell her.

Then we had lots of fun with the insane lady. And eventually we ordered pie (strawberry for me, apple w/ icecream for Jann), and I had a milkshake... a very large, very scrummy milkshake.

I haven't taken pics of the napkins the insane lady wrote on... and my dog chewed on them a bit, overnight...:p Arg.

::looking at the napkins, piecing them together:: Oh, cool. "Judy Diane McNew 08-28-01", and then her phonenumber. I didn't realize she'd written that. The rest is mostly her name written as it would be in 11 languages. She was explaining how it would be pronounced.

As for today, we sat around, watched tv, ate, watched more tv, and packed.

I'm hoping to go barefoot to the aeroport, and on the plane, and into Portland. That would make me very happy.

We've put up the gallery, now. I'll try to add to it when we get to Jann's house, or the next day, or summat.

40 minutes till the last episode of XF I'll see for two weeks; and the last-for-two-weeks of Homicide was on earlier, the first of a two-parter. Fortunately, I've seen it. Jann hasn't, though, and she likes the guest star... pout.

Gotta make sure I've packed everything I need, now...
:: Coco Lennon 2:30 AM [+] ::
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I was still barefoot that whole time, btw. Still am.
:: Coco Lennon 5:16 AM [+] ::
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Gone to Burger Boy at midnight; back at 3am.

We met an insane woman at the Burger Boy. An actual nut.

It was so cool.

We didn't have a tape recorder, because we were stupid and didn't take one. So we could only take notes. Notes, and explanations...

[I'm gonna be just like a sailor, I'll have a man in every town.]
This is a direct quote from the crazy lady, one of the first things she said. The very first was, "I need a shoulder to cry on." She said this as she was walking toward us, and again after I said, "What?" If she hadn't said that, I would have said, "Why are you carrying a cup of coffee from somewhere else?" I have urges like that sometimes.

[the crazy woman at BB]
Well, this is an obvious note.

[the kids, jail, "funny farm"]
She kept saying she went to jail, and "I went there for the 13 year old and the 17 year old, and the police handcuffed me to a pole and far as I know my only crime was talking to the 13 year old..." And she sort of said that she'd recently escaped from the "funny farm", in quotes because those are her words.

[To be a Viking you'd have to have 40D jugs.]
This was said by the man that the crazy woman was trying to pick up. She questioned it, apparently not hearing him, and Lyn finally said, "He said your tits aren't big enough to be a Viking."

[Things have to be done in accordance with schedule.]
The crazy woman said this, and I liked the wording...

[Mouse's Ear]
A club in, umm, TN, I think, that the crazy lady said she wants to take Jann & me to. Heh.

[hot Italian stallion by the name of you-know-what.]
She said this, and Lyn cracked up, saying, "His name was you-know-what??"

[Jeremiah, "I believe him because he cried."]
She said something about believing the prophet Jeremiah, "because he cried."

[Diane Capone]
I asked for her name, she said, "What do you want it for?" I said, "Gimme a fake one." So she gave me that one. She later gave me her full name--Judy Diane McNew, or something like that.

[Al's great-g-g-g ::pause:: niece]
Al Capone.

[orange juice", I can't cook that]
Crazy lady: I want greasy scrambled eggs-- Cook: [nods] Her: Greasy potatoes-- Cook: [nods] Her: And a glass of orange juice. Cook: I can't cook that.

[Roger Bolton on April '68]
She said she was with Roger Bolton in '68.

["Me & Bobby McGee"]
This is what reminded her of Roger Bolton.

[Cherokee most intelligent people God ever created]
She said that.

[Your words ain't no better than mine]
She said that, too.

[I ain't got no 777 on my forehead!]
And this.

[bumper snicker]
She kept saying bumpersnicker instead of bumpersticker.

I've got some napkins she wrote on... I'll have to take pics of them or something. I'm so incredibly tired. I'll write more tomorrow.
:: Coco Lennon 5:12 AM [+] ::
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We went to Berea, the Crafts Capital of Kentucky. We went to the Boone Square Minimall, which is owned by a rather insane woman. I bought four books, a video (Tin Men; yay Barry Levinson!), and a tshirt with an aeroplane on it. It says "Glasair" and is cool. I think Jann bought two CDs and a verycool Escapee shirt...

My grandparents were there, but they didn't seem to be in the best of moods. They gave me money to use in OR, though, so that's sweet.

When we'd quit the minimall, we headed for the coffeehouse, Berea Coffee & Tea. We had sandwiches, which were surprisingly good. I had a strange tasting milkshake. There was a little girl there, wearing a shirt with a little picture of a Maltese... very cute. I took her picture and she looked at me like I was crazy. We met Don Graham, who works at (owns?) Appalachian Arts and Craft Shop. It is his birthday, so we said happy birthday. Happy birthday, Don Graham!

After eating, we wandered down the sidewalk to look at the bulletin board. Nothing of particular interest, but Don Graham opened the door right next to it and let us into his shop. It rocked.

Don Graham: I'll show you what's really bad... look at this... [shows one of those liquid squishy balls, with skulls inside] Isn't that gross? But the little kids like'em. Me: [wandering over to see what he's showing Lyn] OH COOL! I want one!! Lyn: Little kids like this one?

And they had lots of Bybee pottery, yayayay.

Then we wandered into the Boone Tavern Gift Shop, which was not very interesting.

And then we came home, Jann dozed in the truck...

So now we're home, sleepy, and waiting to go to the Burger Boy, which is a local restaurant open 24/7. Except on Christmas, I think. And I'm trying to put up a gallery page.

And I was barefoot *all day.* Even in the coffeehouse. I'm happy.

Heheh; my grampa: Where's yer shoes? Me: In my bag. Grampa: [pause] Oh. Good place for'em.

And now I work on the gallery page...
:: Coco Lennon 10:03 PM [+] ::
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Oh, and we met a pitbull named Bronson, a mini Schauzer named Faith, and a sweet American Cocker Spaniel named Thumper.
:: Coco Lennon 4:23 AM [+] ::
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We took Remmy to Cumberland Falls, to show off his blue and purple, but first we stopped at the original Sander's Cafe and took touristy pictures with effigies of Colonel Sanders.

We wandered all around at Cumberland Falls, and I was surprised to see that not very many people commented on a blue and purple and white dog. It was odd.

Let's see... Jann took lots of wonderful pictures; we've got to put a gallery page up. I took off my shoes and wandered around, and my dad didn't tell me to put them back on, which was odd but cool... we got icecream, I got 67 cents back in change. We went to the gift shop, where my total was $11.67. I decided that the 67 meant I hadn't bought too many things.

We got a rusty thing.

Then we ate sandwiches in a little stone park thing, and Remmy dug a hole.

Then we came home and were drowsy for a while... Jann started watching Before Night Falls, cos it has Michael Wincott in it. Michael Wincott is cool.

The new episode of LEXX was... very, very weird. Kai is, once again, motivated. And was that the Time Prophet in the cryochamber?

We're getting up early tomorrow, so I should've been in bed an hour ago. Oh well...
:: Coco Lennon 4:10 AM [+] ::
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We just named the futon Lucien. LOO-shen. After an eighty-year-old black man who just recently shocked the cities of Stanford and Crab Orchard by marrying a white woman.

Apparently the cities of Stanford and Crab Orchard have forgotten what year this is. Or what planet we live on.

We watched Jazzin' for Blue Jean, and we watched LEXX: Gigashadow, and we watched Robot Wars, and we watched BattleBots. Tut Tut is cool. And this little spikey dude that slammed a huge robot against the wall. Jann likes Rosie the Riveter, and Tricerabot, cos they're from Oregon.

We didn't learn how to play Magic: The Gathering, but we learned how to spell duly.

I stapled things to Andy.

I had a very strange conversation on AIM... I'm PeleStardust. I don't often get strange IMs... s'fun when it happens, though;)

[quote]
Sugar0131 (12:11:05 AM): yo fat boy you tickelish go eat some lickerish
PeleStardust (12:12:31 AM): What?
Sugar0131 (12:12:36 AM): yo fat boy you tickelish go eat some lickerish
PeleStardust (12:13:17 AM): Your spelling is atrocious. It's "licorice."
PeleStardust (12:13:31 AM): Why are you msging me with such strange sayings?;p
Sugar0131 (12:15:26 AM): yo fat boy you tickelish go eat some lickerish
PeleStardust (12:16:10 AM): Can't you say anything else?
Sugar0131 (12:19:28 AM): :KLAsDJFA
Sugar0131 (12:19:32 AM): I LOVE YOU
PeleStardust (12:19:41 AM): What?
Sugar0131 (12:19:44 AM): jafj
PeleStardust (12:19:51 AM): Are you stoned?
Sugar0131 (12:19:57 AM): jackie drink?
PeleStardust (12:20:18 AM): "Jackie" is a cool name. Jackie Bouvier wore a swastika.
Sugar0131 (12:21:58 AM): im a porn star
Sugar0131 (12:22:07 AM): ever see mr hollands orgy
Sugar0131 (12:22:12 AM): thats me
PeleStardust (12:22:13 AM): Well, I'm a porn director.
PeleStardust (12:22:24 AM): I directed that!
Sugar0131 (12:23:42 AM): shut up
Sugar0131 (12:23:47 AM): slave monkey
PeleStardust (12:23:51 AM): So which one were you?
Sugar0131 (12:26:31 AM): THE ONE WITH THE HUGE MOLE
Sugar0131 (12:26:37 AM): U KNJOW WHAT IM TALKIN ABOUT
PeleStardust (12:27:48 AM): Well of course I do.
PeleStardust (12:28:19 AM): "Mole" is a very strange thing to call it, though.
Sugar0131 (12:28:27 AM): mole poop
PeleStardust (12:28:41 AM): Hmm?
[endquote]

I didn't find "Mr. Holland's Orgy" on IMdb, but I suppose there are probably a lot of porn movies that don't end up listed in that database.

The following is our sort of permformance art script for what we're going to do on the plane to Oregon... the above will provide a clue to only one of the lines.

[quote]
[get people to switch seats; then argue for a while about Saddle River. Jann wants to visit it during their trip to New York, as she has relatives there. Zavi says that Saddle River is in New Jersey.]

Jann: You know what? You. Just. Suck!
Zavi: [shocked, sadly] I don't wanna talk to you anymore ((or "no more")), you-are-mean. [turns away, pulls laptop out, writes for a while]
Jann: [leans over] The thing about Homicide is, this is what we *do.*
Zavi: What makes you say that?
Jann: The prophecy, perhaps.
Zavi: You.do.not.know.that.word!! The protoblood allows to do only as *I* instruct!
Jann: Are you stoned?
Zavi: Jackie drink?
Jann: No. Ray sees me. I will be good.
Zavi: Ray is gay as a brick!
Jann: No he's not. He's straight.
Zavi: [sarcastic] Oh, right, he's straight as a spiral staircase.
[Both snap to attention, looking at the seat in front of them]
Jann: Resume normal function.
[end]
[endquote]

Cool points to anyone who gets all the references.

I'm listening to a track by Puff Daddy, because it's the music to a David Bowie song with rap lyrics... it's... scary. I don't think I like it. I will listen to Extremis with Gillian Anderson instead.

Ohhh; last year, we ordered sandwiches in a coffee shop. The waitress walked up to the table with our food and said, "Where does this stuff go?" We sat there boggled for a moment, and my dad said, "That stuff goes here..."
:: Coco Lennon 3:45 AM [+] ::
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::frowns at the tv:: I've *seen* this XF.

We went to Wal-Mart, where I balanced a giant box of Pizza Rolls on my head while reading from 14,000 Things to be Happy About. We're editing it, because it's eleven years old. We're also numbering the entries, to make sure there really *are* 14,000.

A little girl said, "Oh my god, look at that girl!!", about me, as we walked away. Jann and I cracked up, and when I turned round to look, the girl's mother had put her hand on the girl's head and turned it away from us. Hehehehehehe.

We went to the skating rink--didn't see the evil manager/owner guy who lectured myself and another friend. A girl complimented my hair muchly, and later asked me for fifty cents... I didn't give it to her; I wish I'd thought to say, "Ummm, do a dance, and I'll give you the fifty cents."

We shot bad guys in a game called Area51. That was fun.

Then we took pictures in the Polaroid photobooth, then in the old old old photobooth; that strip of photos is on the main site now...

Then we came home, and Jann watched basketball... then we watched another of my favourite episodes of Homicide. The Hat. Lily Tomlin guest stars, and sings opera. She's very cool.

Ummmm, I hafta move all the books from the floor back onto the silver shelf... yes. Arg.
:: Coco Lennon 3:15 AM [+] ::
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We watched all of LEXX: Eating Pattern, yay. "Everything dies, sometimes."

We sat around all day; Jann got auditions. Yayayay!!

Had scrummy burritos for dinner, yum.

Lyn bought a futon at a garage sale, so we dragged that into the office (where we're spending most of our time), and dragged the bench out. The futon is much much much more comfortable.

We looked through my dad's highschool yearbooks, and found cool looking people, with cool names. We liked the name "Denton Spoonamore" and decided he must have been really nice. We decided that William Ross Cutrell was evil. Dad said it was the other way round, that Denton was a hood.

But he also said that he himself and a couple other boys stole a tree from someone's yard. So I don't know if he's reliable or not.

Brought the silver shelf in, but haven't put the books back on it. So they're in fallen stacks next to the desk.

I recieved totally unexpected Sleepy Hollow posters today, a late bday present from a friend. Very cool:)

Looking through a scrapbook, I found scary school things from when I was in kindergarten and first grade. And a paper, dated 4-19-89, that says, in my printing (which was rather more clear back then than it is now);

[quote]



Ray sees me.
I will be good.
He might n ride a mile.
She is going to a tree.



[endquote]

::shrugs:: Iii don't know.
:: Coco Lennon 1:56 AM [+] ::
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::sits there, looking completely boggled:: I read an article in Entertainment Weekly about blogging because it mentioned Neil Gaiman. And it linked to my Springer blog. I, um. Wow.
:: Coco Lennon 5:11 AM [+] ::
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::looks at Jann's blog:: Oh, yeah! The unmarked helicopters! That was weird.
:: Coco Lennon 3:45 AM [+] ::
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Oh, and I think my bellybutton is down lower than most peoples'.
:: Coco Lennon 3:35 AM [+] ::
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You know the broken microwave I mentioned? Of course you do. Well, it turned up on Homicide, in the home of a murder victim. That probably isn't a good sign.

We finished I Shot Andy Warhol, and LEXX: Supernova, and watched the whole of Kalifornia. I love Kalifornia. And I love LEXX. And Kai said, "It is what I want." He says, later and often, that the dead do not have wants, interests, or motivation. Arrrg.

We wrote things on my silvered shelf. It is still drying.

Found a site that sells Mini Fruity Gels at a reasonable price, but the shipping is $5.50. Arg.

David Duchovny has a funny looking mouth.

I... let's see. We didn't do anything today either except sit around and watch movies, which was fun.

We need the microwave back so we can have microwave popcorn...

I talk too much.

G'night;)
:: Coco Lennon 3:32 AM [+] ::
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The microwave is broken. Did I say that yesterday? Well it is.
:: Coco Lennon 4:07 AM [+] ::
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There, I just put the second coat on the shelf.

And I spraypainted a spider to death.
:: Coco Lennon 4:03 AM [+] ::
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Jann just said, "We have strange motives for the things we want." And we do.

We think sitting in a DeLorean and listening to music would be cool because people would stare.
:: Coco Lennon 3:45 AM [+] ::
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What did we do today? ::stops a moment to think:: Ah, yes.

Absolutely nothing.

Hehe.

Well, we sat around, I painted a shelf silver, and we made little videos. And watched the first half of I Shot Andy Warhol, which we have to finish so we can watch Kalifornia, cos they have to go back...

We went channel hopping again, and we got yelled at a lot.

I am sleepy.
:: Coco Lennon 3:30 AM [+] ::
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Wow. 6:21am, channel hopping over, and I'm finally going to go to sleep. Jann went to sleep about twenty minutes ago...
:: Coco Lennon 6:25 AM [+] ::
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"go find you ... for you"... of course...
:: Coco Lennon 4:58 AM [+] ::
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Oh, but I *liked* She. But it was stupid anyway. If I wasn't in the middle of a very strange conversation about... well, I'm not really sure, but I'm being a gay guy who is obsessed with David Duchovny. If I wasn't in the middle of this, I'd go and find you the review of She at RinkWorks for you.
:: Coco Lennon 4:06 AM [+] ::
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::chants:: She She She She She She She...

We're watching She. It's very stupid.

We watched Chocolat. It wasn't stupid, but it made me want chocolate, and I've run out.

We've still got to watch I Shot Andy Warhol, and Kalifornia.

And now we're going to go play online Sink.
:: Coco Lennon 1:54 AM [+] ::
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::looks at what she said about reading AYotKS:: At the current rate of a page an evening, it's not going so well.

J. Adam Milgram. The really cool guy talking about aging, that Jann mentioned. He rocked. He was very cheerful.

My fingers *still* smell like cumin.

Can any Newfoundlanders tell us if "Brud" means anything in particular? Especially when paired with "Parsnip"?
:: Coco Lennon 1:28 PM [+] ::
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We were just discussing what we did today, and besides cook, it seems that we did nothing. I've started reading Homicide: A Year on the Killing Streets again, and I think I may actually finish it this time.

I cleaned out under my keyboard and found two Orioles baseball cards (Jeff Ballard and Mike Devereaux), and some odd notes, such as "I will not lie and say that when she fell down I did not proceed to kick the crap out of her.", "Kai is the opposite of death.", "$18,000 almost 3 fish school", and the weirdest:
[quote]
"I don't want it now, it's all weird and wet now."
"I thought you liked weird and wet."
"I, I do, but not in cookies..."
[endquote]

Weird things end up under my keyboard.

We cooked dinner; Peas Pualo, naan, and chicken tandoori, for which we first had to make garam masala. It was all yummy, and my fingers still smell like cumin. We were in the middle of everything and realized the yoghurt was sour, so Lyn drove me to Kroger... I ran through it barefoot and found that they didn't *have* any plain yoghurt (what??). So we went to Wal-Mart, where I bought two cans of crabmeat, the yoghurt, and some Swedish Fish, which are yummy. Several people glanced at my bare feet, then at my eyes, then turned away really quickly. It was really weird. And a girl in an escaped convinct tshirt said she liked my hair.

We watched half of Supernova, and we might finish watching it innabit. Tim Curry's so good. Eva Habermann is so very annoying. Kai is yummy. Gigarotta is hilarious. "NO GOOD! TOO SALTY!"

I wanna find gummi ants. Or make them.

I'monna go try to do cop voices now, byebye.
:: Coco Lennon 3:26 AM [+] ::
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Sunshine Lollibot!!
:: Coco Lennon 3:10 AM [+] ::
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Jann just said to me, "I caught a funny typo of yours..." And it seems that I said "during her shirt" when I meant to say "shift". So, um. Sorry 'bout that;) Thanks, cara:)
:: Coco Lennon 2:43 AM [+] ::
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We went to Youthfest at Renfro (tickets, $14), and saw PUSH and Overglow, they were goodgood... Collin, of PUSH, was very nice, and so was... the guy whose name I can't seem to find, of Overglow, but here he is;

...wearing my hat. Hehe. I threw it onstage. He put it on, then after the song, said, "Do I have it on backwards?" I said, "No." He said, "When you get this hat back, you will not want it. You don't want a hat that a performer's worn through a set. You don't even want to be in the vehicle with Overglow after a show."

The singer and the drummer signed my hat:)

We had icecream ($3) and a funnelcake ($2.50). Someone in the queue at the concession stand said, "I just want to run at a mat and bash into it."

During PUSH's set, one of the guitar guys said, "This next song is so new that my old set list says, "New song."" And Collin said, "Well what does the new set list say? What's the name of the song?" And the guitar guy said, "I don't know." It was funny. Then Overglow had a new song, too, which they called "New Song"...

The Overglow singer guy said, "I need to tie my shoe, gimme a minute." Then another guy talked for a while. Then the singer came back and said, "I just killed a wasp on stage, I've never killed anything onstage before, now I feel kinda guilty."

A girl in pink said, "Oh my gosh, I cannot feel my neck!"

I saw two barefoot people, and felt kinda guilty for not being barefoot myself.

Heh, now Jerry's come on and I've gone blank... "Your brain shuts down, your IQ's droppin'..."

A guy named Cody, who was wearing a bright yellow SECRUITY shirt that Jann liked, actually recognized contact juggling as being from Labyrinth. He seemed rather boggled by me saying, "That wasn't Bowie, it was Michael Moschen. Bowie played the character, but Moschen did this." when he said, "Have you seen the movie Labyrinth? David Bowie does that."

We went to Fazoli's after the concert; Italian food, even fake Italian food, is scrummy. The paninis are good. And I made a shiny thing mine.

Two people at the concert asked about my flashlight--Cody and the guy from PUSH who paints one fingernail black. He said, "Okay, I have to ask, and I'm not leaving until I get an answer. What's the flashlight for?" I said, "Ummm, to look cool. And if I need to bash anyone, I can. And I didn't know if it would get dark..." He agreed with that, and I went on, "And who knows how late we'll be out, I might need it." Then when I noticed his fingernail, he said, "It's my trademark. It's my flashlight."

We watched the last half of I Worship His Shadow, as Jann reminded me... and Battlebots, which *rocked,* because of T-Minus and Sunshine Lollibot, and Hazard, Hazard was cool... and there was a special about Rocky Horror, that was very cool. I love Richard O'Brien. And, umm, watched The Naked Chef. Jamie Oliver is adorable. And now Jerry's on, the volume turned down (which is *not* the way to watch this show), and people are yelling at eachother, as usual.

Bowie at the Beeb is on soon... yaaay.

My ears still feel funny. And I think I'll go find something sweet to eat.
:: Coco Lennon 2:41 AM [+] ::
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::reads Jann's blog:: He mumbled. The doctor.

And, yes! Kai sang!! There are more verses to Vaiyo A-O. I'm amazed. And 790 is homicidal, it's so weird...

And, the minifruitygels; whine. We'll have to order them online now...
:: Coco Lennon 2:40 AM [+] ::
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Hrmmm. Went to the doctor; I didn't like him. He smirked suggestively. I wouldn't want to be in a room alone with him. He was, however, very tall and very German looking. I had to be very careful not to actually say, "You're very German looking."

He said that my ear was about to rupture. He said to take antibiotics, drink a lot of water, and not smoke. Oookee.

Why is it my mind goes blank when I sit here looking at a blogger window?

We bought lots of food from the deli at Kroger, and I bought frog boxers and a stripey shirt (Lyn cringed at them, heheh), at W*M, for sleeping in. The cashier, someone Lyn and I know from elsewhere, was upset with us for not going to W*M during her shirt more often. It was cute.

We made a carrier for the Andy Warhol Diaries... still need to make a clasp to keep the covers together...

We watched the new episode of LEXX ("You are Kai. You are dead.") and my second favourite episode of Homicide...

Hehehehehe, we had a Saddle River argument in front of lots of people at Wal-Mart--cool points to anyone who recognizes it.

Jann: Saddle River is in New York.
Me: Saddle River is in New Jersey!
Jann: It's in New York.
Me: It's in *New Jersey.*
And on and on and on, and then...
Jann: *Saddle River is in New York!*
Me: Saddle River is in Idaho!
Jann: Saddle River is in New York!
Me: Saddle River is in *New Jersey!!*

That's fun;)

Nearly time for the X-Files, my ears feel funny, and I'monna make a sandwich. Night-night.
:: Coco Lennon 2:26 AM [+] ::
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Ooo, and we ate boston creme pie and butter pecan icecream, to celebrate Alexandria Zahra Jones' birthday, and apparently my mother's, too, because her's is in April and this is August and they start with the same letter.
:: Coco Lennon 1:48 AM [+] ::
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::comes back from a shower, and, thinking a bit more clearly, decides to babble a bit more on this blog::

I somehow forgot, for the duration of my last entry, that we watched half of the first LEXX movie, I Worship His Shadow, and then To Wong Foo. How I could forget Bugbomb coming out of Thodin's nose, or Naomi Campbell wanting to be prettier than Wesley Snipes, I have no idea...

I love LEXX, it's so awful. "Hail, Thodin of the Ostral-B Paar, Winner of His Shadow's Award of Merit..."

There was a very strange doll at Wal-Mart. It was a man. It said "Steel Max" on the box. When you press the doll's left nipple area, he says, "Eeeeeeoowwwwww, goin' turbo!" and "Yes!" and perhaps "Yahoooo!", neither one of us can remember for sure. It was very odd. While I prefer suggestive candy, suggestive dolls are fun, too;)
:: Coco Lennon 1:34 AM [+] ::
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I still haven't got my voice back, but it's kinda better than it was this morning. I could only whisper.

We went to Wal-Mart to buy food. I burned my feet on the asphalt, then froze them on cold tile...

We watched the Wild Thornberries, and Can't Cook Won't Cook, and, and, *and,* SNL.

"Mango... my mango!"

That. Was hilarious. And we wouldn't have noticed these wonderful candies if not for that:

"Mango Flavor Mini Fruity Gels"

They remind me of skin.

Lyn said, about them, "All you have to do is put your mouth around it and squeeze with your fingers, it pops right out."

Yes. Of course.

I just love suggestive candy.

:: Coco Lennon 12:09 AM [+] ::
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::sighs:: *There.* It's *working.* Okay. It's 2:26am, and Jann's gone to sleep now, so I'm sitting here keeping Remmy--my Maltese--from bursting into her room, and wondering why my CAPS lock key was spazzing out. Er. *I'm* wondering why my CAPSlock key was spazzing out. Remmy isn't.

As can be read in my Wearing Today blog, my voice is disappearing. I can't seem to say "you have the right to have an attorney present" without stumbling or saying "president" instead of "present".

The three hour ride to the aeroport was uneventful, except for nearly being hit by a semi. That was scary.

The cashier lady at Starbucks was named Angel, and she was snarky. And the iced latte wasn't very good.

Kids are cool. A girl named Linley and her little brother Lucas talked to me for a while, in the aeroport, before they had to leave for their flight to Utah.
Lucas: Do you play hockey?
Me: Nnnoo. Do you?
Linley: He does. I play hockey if he wants me to. Do you play basketball?
Me: Nno, I don't play any sports.
Linley: Not even skating?? You *have* to go skating!
Lucas: Do you play baseball? DO YOU PLAY BASEBALL?
Me: Nnoo, I fall down if I skate. I don't play baseball.
Lucas: Do you like syrup?
Me: [turns to Linley] What? What'd he say?
Linley: You know maple syrup?
Me: Ohhh, 'do I like syrup'. Yeah!
Lucas: But do you like pancakes?!
Me: Yep!
Lucas: Do you like makeup??
Me: What?
Linley: Makeup--you know, blush and lipstick and...
Me: Oh, yeah. Yeah, sometimes. I like eyeliner.

I wish I'd thought to say, "What, to eat?"

They also admired my hair and oooed at my contact juggling. Linley could do a cradle hold for a couple seconds, which most adults can't seem to do.

When they left, I sat in a chair, upsidedown, with my head on the floor for a while, watching people. No one noticed. There was an announcement about reporting "any suspicious or unusual behaviour to your nearest law enforcement officer", and I wondered if sitting like that counted as unusual...

Theeen the plane taxied in and the tunnel thingy connected and I waited for Jann to walk off... and we have a blurry video of us hugging. Heh.

We hung around the wrong baggage claim for a while, finally found the right one, got the body bag Jann packed, and left, once we'd found the Level Cherry, row 32.

We listened to music and read things and talked and I babbled too much about Homicide, then we stopped at Papa Leno's in Berea--great place to stop if you ever happen to be in the Crafts Capital of Kentucky.

Got home, sat around, did things on the computers, watched Primetime Glick and Homicide, ate icecream, and fought with this site.

And now I'm going to watch the X-Files:)
:: Coco Lennon 3:12 AM [+] ::
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Ah! Is it working now?
:: Coco Lennon 2:24 AM [+] ::
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Arrrrrg.
:: Coco Lennon 1:36 AM [+] ::
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Well, apparently it's being mean to me, too.
:: Coco Lennon 12:55 AM [+] ::
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Is blogger just being mean to Jann, or me too?
:: Coco Lennon 12:52 AM [+] ::
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