I admit it. I geeked out when I heard the Pixies were coming to NZ.
I'm in love with a girl. Well her music anyway.
When I saw this, I thought of the painting by JW Waterhouse of the Lady of Shallot. The painting was based on a poem by Tennyson, something I read a long time ago. I remember finding the picture and begging my mother to buy it for me. I always thought the story of the lady was so sad and beautiful at the same time. Unrequianted love and all that. Proving sorrow can be pretty too.
I have a bad tendency to misread every second thing. I was walking through Real Groovy while Nik said her goodbyes to her former workmates and saw this at the corner of my eye.
Except I read it as "Little Miss Stillborn". I started choking with laughter.
I know its in bad taste, but I really want my version of the t-shirt.
I saw these pictures of my grandfathers funeral years ago. They wrapped his body in white sheets. Wood surrounded below and above him until you couldn't see the white sheets anymore. And then it was lit. People kept the fire going for about 3 days, continually fueling it until there was only ashes.
I think that thats beautiful. I want to die in heat and the night. I don't want to have a service. I'd rather someone sneak my ashes to the sea and lit some fireworks. I'm not sure I want to be remembered. I'd take anonymity any day.
Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley: Sergeant, I didn't get to shoot!
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: That fucking sucks, Trombley. Did your recruiting officer tell you you'd get to shoot people?
Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley: Fucking A he did!
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: See, Trombley asked about shooting people. I asked about pussy. The guy told me I'd get to go to Thailand and get all kinds of strange. What'd you ask about, Brad? Brad probably saw that T.V. commercial, the one with the knight that fucks up the dragon that turns into the Marine.
Cpl. Walt Hasser: Woo woo! Dress blues with a sword!
Cpl. Josh Ray Person: Fucking dress blues commercial man. That got so many fucking dudes. Now look at us: Trombley hasn't killed anybody, I'm half a world away from good Thai pussy, and Colbert is out here rolling around fuckbutt Iraq hunting for dragons in a MOPP suit that smells like four days of piss and ball sweat.
I've been trying to inflict on everyone Generation Kill. It's possibly the best tv I've ever seen. Based on real people and real events, I'm in awe of both the production and the real people behind this story. After watching this, I had to review my thoughts on a lot of issues revolving around the Iraq war. The show is such an odd mixutre; on one hand I'm disturbed about the behaviours that are instilled into soldiers, but on the other, you really get a sense of brotherhood in the most fucked up situation possible. It's not for everyone, but nevertheless, everyone should see it.
On Friday on the way home, I bumped into Tara. She looked tired and unhappy and I guess she was a little. I was happy to see her but knew we weren't ever going back to the old friendship we used to have.
And then she said to me, "You look really happy. Are you in love?".
The thought that went in my head was "WTF?". And then I said no, not love. But I am happy. I listed my happiness down.
"money, power and leaving."
Kinda glad she didn't ask about the leaving part. I hope life gets better for her. Despite everything, I still want things to be good between us and it will be again. Just takes time I guess.
