giant germ.

i've been pretty much dead again. the flu and two ear infections (my third ear is, as of yet, unaffected). ill tell ya, man, healthwise, between sinusitis, hyperglycemia, colds, teeth-pulling, bronchitis, and now this nonsense (to say nothing of father and joeys' surgeries and whatnot) you can take 2009 and give it back to the indians. i mean, i dont WANT to use this thing just to bitch, but, i mean, it is what it is. wtfuck that's supposed to mean.

finished "when you are engulfed in flames" by sedaris yesterday....underwhelmed. Always, have his books made me laugh out loud, literally, even upon repeat readings. Not this one, not even once. Less about Hugh, more about his familly would be great. It also read as a bit self-referential and self-congratulatory, i thought. Usually sedaris utilises a more self-loathing approach, i thought, so that was weird. obvs, it had strong points, just few and far between. AH WELL SUCH IS LIFE.

i was thinking the other day about how whenever we were little kids our dad would tell us that only white trash uses satellite dishes. Whenever we were driving somewhere, though, lets face it, it was most likely up to where my mothers from, an area some (i.e., dad) refer to as hillbilly country, he would invariably point out each and every satellite dish and note the alleged white-trashness and likely neer-do-well tendencies of said dishs' owners. joey, of course, was very delayed in his speech...he did not begin to talk until he was four or five, if memory serves. some of his very first words? passing a satellite dish, pointing, and EMPHATICALLY yelling "why rash why rash!". Yes, "white trash, white trash", to the beginning speaker. daddy done brought us up right.

brown bear brown bear what do you see.

today as i was eating dinner nom nom nom my mother was watching survivor man, to which man vs. wild is far superior in my opinion but im supposing her usual infernal two and a half men or nails on a chalkboardesque cash cab were not on but anyways as he whoever he was (survivorman mm hmm) was meandering through the sahara, or whatever desert it may have been, eating grubs and setting fires (to warm the ground on the area he would be sleeping, obvs) i was reminded of the time at the oley turnpike dairy in which me, aforementioned mother, and presumably the little brother and seester witnessed an emu kicking a lamb, who had somehow found its way into the emu enclosure, to death. shit was brutal, in every sense of the word. one wonders what effect this had on us, as my sister is a would be dog murderess.

i'm sorry, but french onion poop is the funniest thing ive thought of in a while. fo realzzz!

currently crocheting a weed pipe cozy, cause thanks be to god it was not injured yet! four rows of lime green, then two rows of blue/white/purple/lime green vareigrated yarn. had to take a break from blanket making when i reverted to my old ways and inadvertently created an inadvertent triangle, which, as heather pointed out, though useless, is very aztec-y looking. ill post picturezzz when im done yayzzz.

we are the sons of no one.