Archive for July, 2004

Real Puppy News

Last night I dreamt all about puppies. This message broke my heart because I love Labs. Gnu-wave beasties need not apply:

>> Hi everybody, I need your help finding me a home. The other day a
>> person named Lara found me running in the street with a wire wrapped
>> around my neck. She is very nice but does not have room in her house
>> for me. There is a chance that if she takes me to the animal
>> shelter that I may be “put to sleep.” ( I told them that I wasn’t
>> tired! ) So I need to find someone that will love me. I am a little
>> girl, lab mix, around 6 months old, I love to play and give kisses
>> and I get along good with other animals. I also love to snuggle at
>> night, ridding in the car, and I am also a quick learner, she has
>> been teaching me to sit. I promise to be a really good girl, so if
>> you or anyone you know would like a friend for life just e-mail Lara
>> at
This weekend, off to the shore with the parents. My stepfather’s thick Brooklyn accent on the phone was the most calming thing I’ve heard in ages.

July 30, 2004 at 3:17 pm Leave a comment

15 Pounds of Crazy in a 10-Pound Bag

I have a housemate and dog-free house. Hooray. I can eat raviolis in my underwear on the living room floor and dance to the Thirteenth Floor Elevators. More fun than a bag of crazy!

Speaking of crazy, I think that American Idol or some reality show should come discover our “talent” at the store. Some dude up in the jazz dept. was singing Earth Wind & Fire in the loudest falsetto I’ve ever heard. He was more Mr. Bill than Philip Bailey. At the same time, another Ritalin-deprived gentleman was having a seizure to The Secret Machines, which makes me like them even more.

July 28, 2004 at 2:10 am 1 comment

A Diversion

Ned Raggett from I Love Music took a trip to Venezuela. His account was so interesting (at least to me), I decided to post it here:

July 27, 2004 at 1:02 am 1 comment

Raised By Bees: It’ll be waiting for you.

I haven’t posted here in ages because I’ve been so busy with Plain Parade and the Dumpsta Players. Then I just got a bit of sad news tonight from someone I’m just beginning to know, and it makes me feel like not writing about my stupid personal life, that it is just too trivial in comparison to what he’s going through, my rock critic psychosexual dreams and my stupid rock shows and my High Fidelity dispatches and my angst and my hair and my need for even more dresses. In respect to his wishes for privacy, I can’t reveal the details here, but because he says that this silly-ass blog inspired him to start his own, tonight I dedicate my silly-ass shit to him.

Also, I’m sorry that I’m just seeing your comments now. Movable Type was down for a few days and I didn’t realize until I tried to post yesterday.

July 26, 2004 at 9:20 pm 10 comments

Good News, maybe?

Fingers crossed.

Since the last time I worked there, I walked away with one of my best friends, perhaps I have a shot? When it comes for me and jobs, I’ve learned to expect very little.

July 16, 2004 at 3:36 pm 7 comments

Quote of the Day

We are not a jam band. We are a rock/funk/pop band.

They should have said: Are we not a jam band? We are Devo!

July 15, 2004 at 8:39 pm 3 comments

Would You Like to Buy A Bag of Crazy?

Entry title courtesy of one of Joey Sweeney’s throwaways.

It’s a banner week for crazy men yelling at random women. Today, this insane man was following a couple through the store screaming at them, and since it happened just as I was coming off break, all that I was able to understand is that Crazy McCraze was angry that “he was getting her high.” Even if they were shooting up right in front of the Roots display and everyone, somehow I don’t think this guy was the one to question anyone’s drug use. Perhaps he was mad that they didn’t share their imaginary drugs with him.

July 15, 2004 at 8:22 pm 1 comment

Things are never good, things go from bad to weird.

That’s my favorite Lou Reed quote and it applies this week.

Some news about a really awesome woman named Axi Nue (formerly Kate Carter) from the Ladyfest Philly list:


Hey ladies-

I don’t know how many of you have already heard that Axi, the artist formerly
known as Kate Carter, has been pretty sick for a while. I just thought
now might be a good time to tell y’all.

After months of feeling overall shitty, she finally went into UPenn Hospital about three weeks ago. They discovered a tumor on her lung. Her mom flew out from Arizona that night and has been at the Cocoa House ever since.

After two very frustrating weeks, Axi was finally diagnosed with Poorly Differentiated B-Cell Lymphoma, a cancer of the lymph system which, fortunately for us, is usually curable with chemotherapy. She’s supposed to start chemo today.

July 14, 2004 at 10:50 pm Leave a comment

Work Force Block of Stupid

Customer: I put in an application last week. Did you guys call me?

Am I psychic? Am I his answering service? How the fuck would I know? Does he have a telephone?

Then dude asks me to check for him. If he’s that dumb, I don’t want to work with him.

July 13, 2004 at 10:15 pm Leave a comment


Last night I had a dream about Alyssa. Alyssa was one of Lisa Fleishman’s best friends in high school. She was brilliant and fucked up and perpetually abandoned, so she made you want to reject her at the outset so she couldn’t feel like a person who could be abandoned (to paraphrase Marc Spitz in How Soon Is Never). She was adopted and never knew her real parents (or at least didn’t as of the last time I had unpleasant words with her in 1993 or so). Her adoptive mother sent her to Deveraux, where they sent brilliant fucked up kids in the ’80s. This was also in the dark days pre-Prozac, where they just pumped you up full of any old thing if you skipped school or mouthed off to your parents too much or just showed too much sadness or anxiety. She was the first of my friends to be prescribed Lithium.

She lived in Bensalem, where you were a JAP or white trash, so she had a lot to be angry or depressed or anxious about. Everything revolves around your car and how much money your parents make.

July 12, 2004 at 10:18 pm 3 comments

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