Saturday, February 21, 2004

what am I listening to..?
a strange ringing in my ears... probably from too much caffeine and too many Comtrex...


awww...

here's the cute kitten and puppy post!




Friday, February 20, 2004

what am I listening to..?
cat and dog snoring and dreaming...


sorry, kidz...

you'll have to wait for the soft, cuddly puppies and cute little kittens...
how about...a cute little, eight legged hermaphrodite piggy-wiggy, all done up by The Victorian Taxidermy Company Limited, of London! The perfect centerpiece for that hard to decorate corner of your dining room... or perhaps, just the thing for little junior's nursery! Why, just think of the nightmares this could spawn in your little imp! He'd be fodder for the shrinks for years on end! I want one!
Actually, if you are at all interested in beautiful taxidermy, take a stroll around their site. This isn't you typical deer head on the den wall stuff, these are museum quality mountings, complete with habitat, encased in some of the most wonderful furniture quality displays. Amazing stuff. Reasonable prices, too.
see you later.




what am I listening to..?
David Sylvian - "Gone To Earth"


last word on the subject...

or maybe not...
I'll try to keep it brief and simple... I don't know as I've noticed people flocking to the goth side of life... maybe stumbling into it is more appropriate. I think that, speaking from experience, like any interesting, different and daring style, it has it's fair share of experimenters and weekenders. Which is cool. You don't know until you try. Like many other "unique" subcultures (argh... the dreaded "s" word again), it's evolution has been influenced by those who drift in and out, taking advantage of fashion trends, new music, an interesting and somewhat daring lifestyle. Those folks have only helped it grow out. It is sort of the "web" that Erin described. The funny thing about "goth" is that, unlike other subcultures (shit... I said it again...), it hasn't caused it's own destruction by constantly becoming a caricature of itself. That may sound feckless, but think about it. It has nothing to do with reinvention, it is blatant caricature. The more outlandish it becomes, the more mainstream it becomes. There's no stopping it. Most things begin to die when they start to undergo this process, television programs are constantly falling prey to this; a stupid sitcom shows up on TV and, for some unfathomable reason, becomes the hit of the season. Now the producers, writers, actors and the lot are trying to figure out why they have a hit on their hands. They don't know, can't figure it out, so they approach the next season trying to duplicate the effect of the first. They can't just throw the same crap out there and hope it will work, so they take the basic idea and try to improve on it by distorting it, stretching it this way and that until it turns into some gross, mangled, vaguely recognizable mirror of the first season; and then it starts to die...
Much like Baron Von Frankenstein's creature, in which he sought to duplicate the perfection of mankind, only to create some horrid reflection of it, which ultimately brought ruin to all. The goth culture is not like that. It never really evolves, yet it never stagnates; it sort of just rolls around, absorbing and growing, spitting out and ebbing, but it never really changes. I can't tell you why. I can't tell you why I approach my life in this way. It's just what I'm supposed to be. It's sort of asking me why I like jazz. I can't tell you, because I don't know myself. I just do.
Well, that was neither brief nor simple. Sorry.
Now I need a drink to clear out my head. I need to take a break on the subject for a while.
I'll be back later, maybe we can talk about being Wiccan!!!!!!!! No, bad idea... maybe we can chat about puppies...
nice soft puppies... cuddly puppies... and cute little pink nosed kittens...
later.



Thursday, February 19, 2004

what am I listening to..?
Frolic - "In Winter"


I'm much better now...

than I was yesterday or the day before. Said malady has finally decided to locate itself in my throat and eyes... so I sound like a frog when I talk and my eyes look like I've had a good, day long cry... sort of the wounded Spaniel look...
gee, if I was one of those Emo creeps I'd go hang out in a coffee shop somewhere and try to pick up some sympathetic little Emo chick... but, in reality, I probably look like some jones'd out old goth creep... whatever.
It's weird how your body reacts to things in the depths of a fever. I spent most of yesterday and yester'eve in bed, tossing and turning until I got fed up and reversed my position - I put my pillows at the foot of the bed and that's all it took. Amazing. Let's see, that would put my head to the north... must be some sort of Feng Shui thing.. maybe I should rearrange the bed chamber.
*insert five minute break here...*
Well, that was fun... I just had to go outside and chase Tiger the Cat around in the dark. She squeezed out the back door as it was being closed and that is not a good thing. She is down to eight lives after an encounter with a car some years ago, I really don't want to go through that again. I am very sure that she is the reincarnation of someone that I knew, there is someone behind her eyes that I just can't figure out. Maybe in time I will. She's starting to get old looking, her fur is starting to get a little coarse and spikey and it takes her forever to wake up. It's funny to see her padding around with her eyes half closed in the morning. She's used to going to bed with me around the same time every night and when I stay up later, she stands at the bottom of the stairs and waits for me. She sleeps all night between my legs, or sometimes on my chest. She snores. And dreams. Her tail flicks back and forth and she makes the strangest sounds when she dreams. Sometimes her feet jump around. Maybe she's dreaming about chasing the flying squirrels. Or maybe she's having some strange astral event when she sleeps, some latent memories of the far, far past, when her ancestors roamed wild and free in the world. Maybe she dreams of pacing around in the shadows at the outside of an ancient campfire, waiting for the humans to finish their meal and fall asleep, to creep in the light of the dying embers to steal a scrap of meat that fell to the ground. Or maybe she dreams she's flying... cats can, I assume, have the same lofty dreams we people do. There's no knowing what goes on in her mind... I can only dream along with her.
Well, my children, all this talk of sleep and dreams is making me tired. I think I'll finish off that bottle of Claret I opened this weekend and head off to Nod myself.
I bid ye all good'eve.


Tuesday, February 17, 2004

The Mystified Taxi Company, San Diego, 1973...




I used to hate it when I dropped you off in the early morning…
You would disappear into the darkness at the top of the stairs.
Never would you turn around to wave good-bye,
Or smile over your shoulder.
Sometimes you made me feel used,
Other times you would make me feel like your garbage can,
We would both stand sentry as you walked up into your private darkness.



what am I listening to..?
snot gurgling down my throat...


sorry...

that was pretty fucking graphic, wasn't it..? Well, guess what..? I really don't give a flying one...
I am so fucking sick I can't believe it... I haven't slept since Sunday night. I sat up all Monday night with mucus running down my throat and hacking my brains out, which is pretty much what I spent the day doing. I stayed home from work, thinking I would sleep my way out of it, but all I did was manage to doze off for about fifteen minutes. I feel like crap. My throat is killing me, my head is pounding and my skin feels like a wet blanket stretched across a bad dream. My eyes feel like the cat pissed in them and even my hair hurts... damn. I couldn't even go the the basketball game tonight. First one I've missed all season.
This blows. I've been taking over the counter drugs all day trying to dry my sinuses out so I can sleep tonight, but to no avail. I think I'll have a glass of wine, maybe that will kick start them. Or at least help me sleep. I really don't want to take another day off work. I go nuts staying home, even when I'm sick.
I watched four DVD's today: House on Haunted Hill and The Last Man on Earth, both starring Vincent Price; 1984 starring John Hurt and Richard Burton; and, one of my manic favorites, Requiem for a Dream with Ellen Burstyn, Jared Leto, Marlon Wayans and uber hottie Jennifer Connelly... not exactly a movie I would recommend for someone in the throws of fever delerium, but, hey, what the hell.
Hey, thanks to everyone visiting the Children of The Night Cafe on-line experience, we're really racking up some hits! Got a nice notice and link on the Creepy Classics home page!
I can't believe that I'm even sitting here typing this, I'm so spaced out from the drugs and no sleep... maybe I should stay up more often, huh?
Oh, Raven, welcome back from the void! I agree with your comment one hundred percent, but I have to say that, it's been my experience that being an old goth is, I think, a little more accepted by the younger crowd than most people would think. I was always a little leary about going out to the clubs in full regalia, thinking I would be pretty embarrassed and ending up skulking in the dark corners, but the younger goth kidz are pretty receptive. They almost treat me with a little respect! Go figure! I've hung around with the skaters, the hard-core bunch and the emo crowd and they are all prissy little fuckers... they don't like to see someone my age having the same kind of fun they are, but the goth kidz are pretty open minded. Actually, the goth kidz are always the most polite, well spoken and intelligent of the lot. The Bloodhound and I worked security at last year's Monster Mania Con and the place was crawing with the dark kidz. They were always the ones that said "Excuse me...", "Please...", "Thank you..." when they asked us questions about the Con, it was the Day Walkers that were the obnoxious lot. Nuff said about that...
Well, I'm going to go try to crash whilst listening to the game on the wireless... If I can't sleep I'll be back...
later