By Nous

                            March 30, 2005

NOUS AND NAUSICAA, LIKE BIRDS OF A FEATHER

My latest celebrity fascination is Alison Lohman, who did the voice of
Nausicaa for the 2005 release of the movie with the same name.
NAUSICAA OF THE VALLEY OF THE WIND!
She's a cutie pi, which means she is a cutie who keeps going forever
and ever and there's no end to her.
So now let me ask you.  Is this week starting out nicely? Is the day a
beacon of rainbow light? Or hast thou entered cursed territory? That
is to say, Miss Bronwen, how are you doing?
I'm going to call you Miss Bronwen from now on.
Is that okay with you?
EXCELSIOR!

FEDORA BLUES

I've lost my fedora.
Quit frankly, I think it's been stolen and YOU are the thief.
Your friend wore a fedora to Homecoming? Well, I never have the
guts Ito wear hats to those events. It seems you have to either
be a badass or an eccentric to pull that off at a formal event.
I'm both, of course. But I prefer the classic leading man outfit:
Nice black and white suit, hair slicked back, with a beautiful blond
in my arm. And the tiniest hint of cigarette smoke about me.
Oh, I didn't mean to say that brunettes weren't beautiful. You know
Jean Harlow was a brunette before she went platinum.
Yeah, and Ginger Rogers got her hair dyed blond by mistake and liked
it. But she started out a brunette, yes she did.
At any rate, the brunettes outnumber the blonds.
For example: Jane Wyman
Example: Teresa Wright
Example: Cary Grant (Oh, sorry. Just because he gave Howard Hughes
many blowjobs doesn't make him a woman [it sort of does])
For example: Audrey Hepburn.
Well, I admit, I don't think she's that hot, but many people do.
For example, Kati thinks Hepburn is the hottest little creature in
the world, long neck and all.
Actually, long necks are kind of cool.
I'm talking about The Land Before Time X.

ASTROLOGY

Apparently, though, Lohman is a Virgo and that don't sit well with
a Saggitarius. She's too narrow-minded and I'm too unreliable.
Oh, you're a pisces? That's actually another sign that doesn't mix
well with a Saggitarius. I'm supposed to find you too introverted
and you're supposed to find me too impulsive.
But we get along great.
I get along with anybody so long as they're not quick to judge.
I like friendly folks.

THE DAY GROWS

Man, today is going to be boring. An uneventful time waits for
me just outside the door, but outside I will probably go.
I'm probably going to have to relieve my boredom by going to the
library again, only to find that there is too much going on
around me. And the book I checked out last week will not get
read.
Did I tell you what I did in the library parking lot when I saw
a car with a Betty Boop bumper sticker?
I like Betty Boop okay. She's a cool gal. I've got a Betty Boop
calendar. But why I felt compelled to do what I did I can't be
sure.
Well, I sat in my car for fifteen minutes writing a note to the
owner of that car in which I told them how much I loved their
bumper sticker. I even wrote a little poem about it and added
it at the bottom.
I left the note in the car door of the black Ford and drove away.
These are the little things I do to keep from going insane. How
ironic it is that they are the very things which are driving me
over the edge.
Life is irony.
Hm, I put my fingers in the wrong place and instead of typing
"life," I typed "kufe," which is a cool word. I now decree that
not only is "kufe" a word, but that it means "the things I do to
keep my sanity [connotations: irony; slang: vagina]."

YOUR 6TH GRADE YEAR BOOK

"Roses are red. Violets are black. I am the first one to sign your
crack." <3 Taylor.
"Rachael; I hope I'm like a bra: supportive in every way!"
My these are strange signatures you have, Friend. But let me say
that I want to be like a bra.
Hold on, now! If you're suggesting I would like to grab boobs, I
want to let you know that's not what I meant at all!
I would love very much to be someone that you or anyone else could
rely on. But I'm much too -
What's that word?
Unreliable.

I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT BRAS

I practiced with my friend yesterday. I guess we're going to try
and put something together and find someplace to play, which I've
never done.
Yes, I wish you could come see us, too, but it's a long drive from
your country to mine.
At any rate, all we're doing is learning some of my songs right
now. Did I tell you what he said about my songs?
"Nous, you say in songs the things I can't get out of my mind."
Then again, he's insane.
Nous is what everyone calls me, by the way.
Hm? Oh, I can't be sure of the origins. The artist name for my
songs is Nous. My friend has been calling me that since eleventh
grade. I call him Sloth. Are you interested in all this name
business because I have no idea why I'm telling you.
What? You love me? Little old me?
Ugh, little and very old me. That's not a good image.
I think of a tiny gremlin or something, little and old.
And me.
Yeah, I'm not old, I know. I meant it as "little ol' me."
There was a sign near here that said, "God Bless the Good, Old
USA."
Two hundred years old and still aging! We're just now teething,
though. And learning to insult our elders.
You know, I know there's no way I could get any more insane. It is
logically impossible. Look at where I've hit! But I'm growing more
insane with every day. So I'm faced with the fact that logic seems
to have no meaning AND I'm losing it.
One of those things has to cancel the other one out, but neither
does. They co-exist and I am not assisted in my downward descent.
That's life I suppose.
Or kufe, I should say.
Should I? Yes? Thank you.

THE MISSING LINK

You know, Friend Who Doesn't Exist, I'm probably going to put
everything I've told you here on the Rants part of my site.
Oh, that's right, you've never been.
Hm, I don't know. I wouldn't want you exposed to completely raw
and uncensored dementia.
I'll tell you what. I'll give you a link to one part of my
page and see if you like it. It's really fun and easy to go through.
This is actually a hidden part of my site, so feel honored.

http://www.geocities.com/ravenousguitar/raven-awk_awk.html

Okay, from there, there is a link near the bottom right hand side
of the screen. Two actually. One is "Nous' Life." Go to that one.
It's ridiculous, by the way, so enjoy.
Oh, no, that's not really me. None of that is real. Everything is
a lie. Ludicrous.
And, actually, that section leads you right to the main page, so
I guess my plan is foiled.
That's my site and it's adorable.
Self-absorbed, disillusioned, self-pitying ravings.
Oh, yeah the Nous of the World shirts.
Started out as a bumper sticker idea, but I figured I'd have to
make it really big to fit it all on there, so I settled on the
shirt idea.

IRISH I WERE IRISH

I walked to the kitchen to get my breakfast, imitating the walk
of James Walker, who -- in case you don't know -- is the friend
of a lifetime.
But yes, I was imitating his walk and it was strange and sort of
fun.

THE END PART III

Really? I've never watched Dream Street Live. Actually, I don't
even know what it is, in case you can't tell.
At any rate, have fun watching it. I guess I'll go to the library
now or something.
Goodbye.
musicite has signed off forever