Tuesday, August 09, 2005

For the time being, call me Marvin

Once again I'm feeling like Marvin. I hate when I'm a paranoid andROid, c'est la vie. I'm going camping tomorrow for a few days so maybe being out in the peaceful woods will cheer me up. Maybe if I stalk and kill something...and eat it even. hehe Nah, I could never eat something that once had a face. Except fish, but they haven't got any feelings. Thank God steaks are born at the supermarket in those convenient shapes with the foam and plastic wrap. I remember the day when my cousins kid at 4 years old figured out the chicken one eats is the same chicken that runs around. We were having a family party and he comes running into the kitchen "Hey, there's a pig in a box!" We're like, wtf this kid on eh? He hauls us outside to the deck...right to the lecheon... Back ground story: Isaiah once had a pet pig. It got sick when he fed it a stick of butter. He now lives at the S.P.C.Y. where he will one day pick up his baby pig. "See, in the box!" "But Isaiah, that's food." "No it's a pig, see it has a face!" So my brother breaks off a piece of skin, and eats it. Isaiah has a 4 year old epiphany and starts crying. Suddenly he becomes a vegetarian and even when his mom cuts up meat in to tiny little pieces he'd still pick them out.

Back to the lecture at hand. Lately I've been in pretty good spirits but it seem I easly become frustrated or I become Marvin (or I get frustrated then I become Marvin). For those of you who know, I never get frustrated. The normal run of things I have the patience of a mountain. Yet, my paranoid andROid phase seems to be fleeting. But the frequency is alarming. I think I need a vacation, or a beer...or a beer on vacation. (That is me on the vacation, not the beer) Actually I know what I really need, but we won't go there. There may be some ladies in the house. Know what I'm sayin??? hehe.

So anyways, camping this week and then KamPing on the 27/28 th.

Marvin

-A 4ish Alexa Rose Roberts "I'm a meatatarian."

On a side note, I've stopped reading the Resturant. I recently picked up "Porno", it's the continuation of Trainspotting. It's written as a novel instead of the collection of shorts that Trainspotting was. I'll finish Resturant after because it's too heavy to take camping and I think I'll blaze thru Porno. Picture the cover, it shows the face of a blow up doll under the title in giant letters. I keep having to explain to those who stare that it is not in fact a porno (which to be precise is a movie) but a novel.