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September 20, 2004
Ahh. Jimmi.
Here's an article talking about recently discovered 'lost' footage of a Jimi Hendrix concert. Etc. It amazes me that someone would rather destroy raw footage than A) keep it or B) put some money into it. Especially of someone who turned out to be one of Teh Greats. Fuckos.
Posted by Kelli Little at 08:49 PM
Defining Noise
If I am loud, I am Teh Gibbon.
gib·bon: Any of several small arboreal apes of the genus Hylobates of southeast Asia and the East Indies, having a slender body, long arms, and no tail.
If I am silent, I am Teh Hannibal Lector.
Hannibal Lector: A cannibalistic psychiatrist.
This just proves my theory that men play unfairly.
Posted by Kelli Little at 09:19 AM | Comments (1)
September 14, 2004
Excuses
I don't care who you are. There is absolutely no excuse for losing your temper and throwing objects at a complete stranger.
If you try to explain it to me with 'perhaps he was upset about something else too' or some other poppycock, I will look at you as though you are completely daft. And stupid.
Because you are.
Seriously. If you cannot control your temper in public to a degree of civility, don't go into public. Go live in the forest.
Posted by Kelli Little at 08:24 PM
September 11, 2004
Ah. Yes.
Love Mayo.
Discuss amongst yerselves.
Posted by Kelli Little at 09:18 PM | Comments (2)
September 10, 2004
Goodies!
I received some goodies in the mail yesterday. These goodies are going to help me form the musical I've been playing with in my wee little noggin. It is a special musical, horray, and full of weirdness. So much that I dare not speak of it for fear the weirdness ease away without completion. Horray!
Hookers and beer tonight. An old, old -old- friend of mine may just be joining us. Horray for the oddness of life.
Oh. And I'm still working on the pictures thing.
Posted by Kelli Little at 06:59 PM
September 05, 2004
Morning, Noon, and Ungodly Nights
So. Here we are, in Flagstaff, and I with a moment to unwind and put a small little update on this humble little page. Yes, my darlings, I shall eventually put my recipes and pictures here too - I've got a little figuring out to do for that schtuff, however, so it might be a week or two.
Today we spent our time at Clear Creek, just outside of Winslow, AZ. I did not have seven women on my mind. I did, however, have a few beers in me - and trust you me, I was the second least drunk of the crew - enjoying a good ol' romp in some liquid algae.. Err, I mean cold water.
I also had the distinct pleasure of having carp nip at my shoulder and toes. Thems big fishes.
Got a burn, despite Sunblock 15 (and three reapplications), a little heat stroke, but it was beautiful and relaxing and fun. These are the things I need in order to garner enough strength to return to work every week. No pictures, alas. We climbed back to Mr. Fresh's crib, showered, ate, gave Mario Party V our best, watched a little Firefly..
... And now, it is bed time. I am an old, ornery cuss who, despite all attempts to have it otherwise, cannot help but be awake at 7 am, even if I crashed two hours earlier. But yeah, the sick stuff is still lingering, so it'd be best anyhow. Right?
Thus ends my boring update. Horray!
Posted by Kelli Little at 11:36 PM
Fix0red
Ok, thanks to Padraig's helpful comments and Joe's instruction, the comments/email thing is fixed.
How professional does THAT sound? Hee hee. Anyhow, more to come. Still working on my graphic, still fucking around in Flagstaff. Very pretty, lots of tolerable sun, etc. =)
Posted by Kelli Little at 09:41 AM