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buses are awesome

got on the bus this morning so it could pull me down the hill to work. sat down on one of the elevated seats right over the tires because it reminded me of that same kind of special seat on the schoolbus, especially special to me as a kid because i thought that curve was an exciting bonus footrest. it took me years to realize it was like that because of the tires. so i sit down and immediately regret that i haven't updated the songs on my mp3 player in a awhile. do i really want to hear that same brini maxwell podcast again? do i really want to hear the pipettes again? my regret did not last because the woman sitting in the seat in front of me whipped her head around and screamed at me "why are you sitting there! nobody can sit behind me! why do you want to sit behind me! move now!"

m is for massacre

this is probably not breaking news for you since it happened on saturday and got national coverage, but in case you weren't aware there was a massacre in capitol hill, seattle. not to divulge my address or anything, but let's just say if i'd been awake at the time, i would have heard the gunfire and since i don't live in philadelphia anymore, would actually have had a reaction to it.

since the people killed were part of the raver and/or goth scenes (and by the way the murderer was not raver or goth) my best friend who is goth has the whole friends with someone who's friends with someone who got killed thing. and i have the two workers at my natural food co-op got killed thing. it's just a total what the fuck. i wish raver peace and love could have killed the guy dead in his tracks. if a cop hadn't been close enough to get there just about 1 minute after the shootings started, pretty much the guy was set to kill everyone in the house, including the people locked in the bathroom who had ducked down in the tub after a gunshot went through the bathroom door. and the people hiding in the basement dialing 911 on their cells. and the people hiding behind the furniture in the living room. and the people...

while death is not a taboo among goth culture, i'm still betting actually dying pretty much is, especially when you're 14 or 32 like two of the victims or anything in between. how about guns are illegal forever then? it's easier to take someone down who's wielding an axe or machete than a gun, right? he killed and killed and killed then killed himself after the cop confronted him. details are still coming out and i almost don't want to know more. guns don't kill people. people with guns kill people.

update: more coverage here, here and here.

deep inside madonna

sitting on the bus peering into all available apartment windows i saw the impossible - a bucket of kentucky fried chicken lamp. the hypothetical "colonel" was clearly glowing and edison was clearly thinking this was not what he had in mind with the whole lightbulb concept. since i cannot find a kentucky fried chicken bucket lamp online, i must assume it is a one of a kind, likely created by a sassy and ironic vegan.

even though kelly clarkson is just about as mainstream as you can get, i still am excited she's performing on the grammy awards. being as she's a size 8 or maybe even 10, she never would have gotten a record deal without american idol and will always seem to me a bit of an industry outsider. i'll always root for her. it's sick but i will. i say put her up just before madonna to make madge's voice look maximally post menopausal quaaluded alvin and the chipmunks. i hope madonna falls down and cracks open then everyone will see there's nothing inside but sweaty spandex and loose change and a halfway made friendship bracelet.

that's hot!  well at least the shot himself in the head part, not the hurting and killing other people part.