The Dusty Haberdashery

Free write

2006-07-23T23:40:00.000-07:00

so...i just started writing...and well...haha check this out.

It’s like all these lights man. Like a fucking evangelical holy spirit...and then you see it. The fucking ball gags, made out of twenty dollar bills. It’s fucked up. So I turns to Mikey right, and I says, “Hey mikey do you like it?” Like the commercial you know.
So anyway, there we are surrounded by the carnal papacy, me trying to bring a little humor to the situation, and Mikey just turns his head ever so slowly and with all seriousness says “Will you please be quite I’m trying to watch my programs.”
“FUCKING PROGRAMS! this aint no fucking "all our former glory" or some other macroon-eating stay-at-home-mom soaps, this is fucking sacrilege!!” I said.
“Sacrilege or not, what else do you think we are going to watch, being in the current situation that we are?”
“Well, you could fucking close your eyes for the good lords sake!”
“Well, I don’t see YOU shutting your eyes….hey see if you can hit that bag of chips with you foot. Try and knock it over here I’m starving.”
“Bag of fucking chips! Are you out of your mind….our Good lord is being taken to the curb by Mr. Money bags himself, in twelve different angles, all about our heads, and you want a fucking bag of chips. Did you not get your second breakfast today tubby or wa–“
It’s about this point that our little intellectual conversation is interrupted by the sound of metal on metal, the door was opening. A big cast iron number, with one of those little eye slits. The ones you always see in those movies with the mad scientists. And then, wouldn’t you know it…one of them pops its head through the doorway.
“Are we having fun gentlemen?” the question had all this dead space behind it like he expected us to give a lot of thought to our answers. He smiled with his eyes, I hate that.
“HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WE ARE DOING!!!” I shook my chains for emphasis
“Tut tut, no need to be rude…and to think I took all that time and effort to make you a special desert.” It was like Houdini himself was there because all of a sudden this creep with a bad comb over, too much gel, and the fucking smiling eyes pulls out two of the largest, most tantalizing, morsels of cake you ever laid your eyes on. I will admit I even caught my self drooling. Mikey was probably drowning over where he was. So…yeah, then that guys smiles again this time adding his teeth, Which was worse because it was one of those full face smiles—All teeth and the cheeks going right up under those fucking eyes, which were still smiling themselves.
And then he slithers.
Yeah like a fucking snake. No, no, you ever seek a gecko? How they move, on walls and stuff? That was this guy…creeping along the wall holding to slices of chocolate cake smiling…blinding white teeth and those fucking bright green smiling eyes.

And the tao flows...

2006-05-04T13:27:00.000-07:00

Currently Listening To: A.R.E Weapons- Into the Night

So (and i know i have said this before) but im going to try to write in this blog weekly if not daily. I want to keep writing, even if it is online, at least it is writing. So in comes the blog and outgoes my recent thoughts. cut n' dry.

I finished reading Jarhead. I saw the movie, and while on its own its pretty average...nothing too new and the acting wasnt the most superb. Yet it conveyed a message...at least it had that going for it.

The movie however comes nowhere near the scope of the book. I highly suggest finding a copy of it somewhere and reading it. Perhaps it is because i know people involved in the Marine Core or maybe my anti-war leanings made me so enthralled with this book, but i have trouble following that through.

Jarhead doesnt have any real agenda, no lofty goals. I belive Virgina Wolfe said something about good fiction being nothing more than a story about a woman holding a garden party. Ordinary people. Jarhead delivers this. Its a raw, uncensored look into the mind of a Jarhead. Before and After reactions. Startling revalations into the horribleness of War that i dont think we could get from a few talking heads on cross fire.

In the book, Swofford mentions that he realized that he wasnt fighting this war for his country, or himself, or his fellow marines. Just the collected intrerest of a few rich men.

Maybe we should consider that thought a bit more in regards to our current histroy, or maybe not. Afterall im just a commie-pinko who wants to take all your property and money.

heh,

well whatever im going to go eat ice cream.

later days.

Personality thinger.

2006-04-16T21:54:00.000-07:00

So i took this here personality test (meyers-briggs i think?) and well anyway...
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Your Personality Type
Extrovert/Intuitive/Feeling/Perceiving

You are a very creative optimist who never has a shortage of new ideas. You accept others as they are, like to be helpful, and are compassionate. Your freedom and independence are very important to you. Your well-developed insight into others and communication skills allow you to inspire those around you. You have a good sense of humor and love to have fun.

In relationships you may turn intimacy into an all-encompassing pursuit. You are very aware of what those around you are thinking and doing. Your people skills allow you to make friends instantly and make almost anyone comfortable. You tend to idealize your relationships. You like your relationships to be very intense--you want to feel everything. The warmth and affection you give others is very deep and genuine.

Famous People of Your Type:

Franz Joseph Haydn, Samuel Clemens, Will Rogers, Buster Keaton, Theodor "Dr." Seuss Geisel, Mickey Rooney, Carol Burnett, Paul Harvey, Elizabeth Montgomery, Bill Cosby, Dom Delouise, Dave Thomas, Martin Short, Meg Ryan, Robin Williams, Sandra Bullock, Robert Downey.

Occupations Suited to Your Type Include:

Actor, artist, clergy, consultant, entertainer, entrepreneur, personal service provider, journalist, marketer, media specialist, mediator, recruiter, sales person, business owner, teacher, and writer.

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Id like to point out that one of people listed under the famous people section is none other than Dr.Seuss. fuckin' A. haha.

i thought it was cool.

Dr.Seuss, that guy is amazing. He wrote children's books, yes, but they also provided satircal social commetary (Butter Battle Book, Lorax, etc.) And doing it though the guize of childrens literature is fantastic. I ask you, who can trust more the innocent matter-of-fact wisdom of a childs perspective or the opinons of someone who has been chewed up and spit out by the endlessly churning machine of society and progress.

All i am saying is that i trust the person who keeps asking questions, rather than giving me answers.

The above statement is begging me to leap on a tangent about education, but perhaps i shall leave that for another day.

in the meantime you can gripe and moan and ill be over that-a-way overturning rocks with my nephew.

Oh and without futher a-do...Music time:

Yip-Yip (Dualing Synths. Interesting eletronica/indrustrial/noise schtuff)

Belaire
( A Little Pop-y, A Little Indie, A Little Awesome. Plus they do a cover of a Kayne West song [through the wire] which gives them bonus points.)

2006-04-08T22:31:00.000-07:00

"To live would be an awfully big adventure." - Robin Williams (Hook)

right on.

FREE is coming out next week...be prepared.

well im off...to write, and battle pirates.

peace.love.happiness.

Grizzly Headaches

2006-04-03T07:14:00.000-07:00

Listening To- Architecture in Helsiniki- Scissor Paper Rock

So...yeah. I really think i did a number on my lower back (?lumbar?) playing fumble rumble yesterday. Whatever though, im sure it will heal, and i had a hell of alot of fun.

I also saw Grizzly man.

Now i dont know if you have any experience with this film or not, but let me just tell you right now that while the film itself is very interesting the actual "Grizzly Man" is, well, a bit of a whack job.

There is one sceen where Tim (Grizzly man) is angry and overwhelmed that adult bears were eating their young, and so, he decides to stick around and "help them"

- i really loved the comment made in the film that it seems like tim has forgoten there are predators...because he has. These bears were STARVING. Enought to eat their own young. That is a clear sign to me, as well as it should be to anyone else, that you might not want to stick around too long.

There was also a sceen where he had tampered with a stream to provide a place for samons to run. excuse me...YOU DONT DO THAT. Tampering with nature in the first place is what got us in this god afull mess...tim needs to realize that letting things take their course in nature is what to do...nature knows what its doing...its pretty experienced.

Please don't misunderstand me hear. I can realize that Tim thought he had a noble purpose...but he was ovbiously disillusioned by a perfect utopian view of nature. I love animals. Im a vegetarian (would be vegan if i wasnt up a school, where its hard enough to be vegetarian). But i certainly dont belive i can go into the wild and befriend animals. I can respect them sure, but there is still the boundary of "if they were hungry enough they could and would kill me."

Its horrible that the bears are being poached for sport and profit...but you have to CHANGE SOCIETY before you can stop that. Running around pretending your lord of the bears isnt going to help...if anything it will bring more harm to the bears by teaching them humans are not to be feared.

sorry about this rant. Tim's actions got under my skin. anyway in conclusion i would say see the movie. Its very interesting, and i would love to hear what you think.

2006-03-25T08:11:00.000-08:00

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Thoughts and superpowers

2006-02-23T04:00:00.000-08:00

"A God that wants you to kill is a God that wants you to Die"

This is something my friend's mom said on the topic of "Just" War...

*shrugs* i dunno its just a very nice sentiment and i wanted to share it and hopefully make you think.

I think Quakers follow something along the lines of: Harming another living thing is essentially harming God himself

i can't help but agree. (including all the little creatures we would like to see as beneath our notice!! ;> )

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Dirty Elbows

2006-02-11T00:16:00.000-08:00

Soooo these guys are awesome.... Good Clean Fun

and if you are of the World Inferno/Friendship Society liking, i recomend these dudes as well

Gogol Bordello

theres a Muther-Truckin 80's party tomorrow and i tottaly got my raybans...its gonna be bitchin dudes.

i wanted to dress as Joe Strummer, i know not that 80s but my friend Jordan was going to go as G.G Allen and ive always thought it would be hilarious to see Strummer and Allen at a party together.

Well im out like hair metal

peace.love.happieness

Football, Hugs, and Granola

2006-02-05T23:03:00.000-08:00

*as I write this Munchie (the hampster i am currently taking care of) is sitting on my shoulder and im drinking soy milk so i really feel like a hippie pirate...yearrhhh?*

anyway so yeah....superbowl...Steelers won! whoooo! *pumps fist into the air* Now, for thoes of you who dont know me, im not the biggest football guy, but over these past few semesters ive gotten a little bit into to it. so yes i did sit down with my friends with mass junk food and watch (which turned out to be a pretty dissapointing game) the superbowl. So yeah we are sitting around watching the teams make pretty bad plays (untill the end when things started to pick up) and my friend Michalena (i sure hope i spelled that right) is looking up strange holidays.

It turns out my Birthday is not only National Granola day (see the above asterix statement) but also National Hug Day!!! how appropriate is that?? so basically no matter how hard i try i keep falling into that same old sterotype...oh well...Granola is fuckin' delicious and so are Hugs. Dammit. and...and...SO is FOOTBALL!!! WHOOOO

so uhm yeah i lost the point to this post somewhere but does it really matter?

Peace.Love.Happieness

"All the world is a stagedive" -World Inferno/Friendship Society

Le Sigh

2006-02-01T09:31:00.000-08:00

So my dorm room is in a state of utter mess and it smells bad too...and i would really, really, REALLY love to clean it up but im taking 18 credits and when im not eating or sleeping i seem to have to be reading, or writing, or do some kind of work. Now im not saying that all i do is work, because i dont...but i do do my fair share and occasionally i like to slack off and play Legend of Zelda: Windwaker, ya know because all work and no play makes chris a dull boy and all that.

So basically if everyone reading this could maybe start a fund, and scrape together some funds for a Mark 5 Class X Battle Robot with the optional Magma-death laser and vacum function....it would be much appreciated...and id probably give you a hug. Maybe two...if your lucky!

Chuck-E-Cheese IS for 8-year olds

2006-01-29T18:28:00.000-08:00

So since my roomate (kevin), mike, and i all turned 20 around the same time our friends decided to throw us a birthday party at Chuck-E-Cheese and now our room is equipped with a gumball machine and a My Little Pony snow cone maker. Now im not gonna pretend like i didnt have fun...because all in all i did. But (and i dont know if anyone has had the pleasure of going to chuck-e-cheese) but there is this underlying seediness. I belive my friend Andy put it like this: Its hard seeing thoes parents there, who probably arent the best parents, see them taking their kids to Chuck-E-Cheese. A-La Clive says: " HEY KIDS! I KNOW I JUST SPENT FIVE HOURS BEATING YOU, BUT HEY! LETS GO TO CHUCK-E-CHEESE!!" Kids: "YAAAAAAY!".

PLUS not to mention the fact that this place basically boils down to a giant childrens casino.

but yeah, it makes a unique (and kinda fun) 20th...i mean its much more pleasant than being attacked by a wild pack rhesus monkeys armed with soggy noodles. (cause that would kinda suck...alot.)

Soooo...im gonna go play with a hampster now, c-ya'll later

peace.love.happiness.

Two-Stepping is not for 8 year olds

2006-01-18T12:39:00.000-08:00

So im back...if your still reading this leave a comment it would be nifty!

Note the above, because noone wants to see a little 8 year old get roundhouse kicked in the face!!

and also who ever thought two-stepping was cool must have never seen a palsy patient skank...

in closing hardcore kids are silly, and sceen kids are even sillier (thats why from now on i will go to all shows dressed in polo shirts and khakis)

20th= Endless mike and the beagle club and other delightfull hippie/folk-punk bands *double rock fist*

P.S on a completely different side note D.H Lawrence is a god.

P.P.S oh and so is staging a ninja vs. samurai fight in front of the study room...because we tottally did that.

peace.love.happiness

Rockin' Awesome to the max

2005-11-23T21:46:00.000-08:00

Hey kids, im back in b-town for a few days.
Hanging outs??

uuuuuuuuuhm, i dont have much to say...i saw some old friends at Easton's Bonfire dealie and then i went bowling. (too much excitement??)

im off to bed now, i gotta work tomorrow. (-sigh- money is such a bitch...i dont really WANT it, but people keep expecting me to have it, and more importantly give it to them...whats up with that??)

Advice of the day: try living dead broke for a few months, its acctually really nice and alot of fun!

peace.love.happieness

A Fuzzy Yellow Scrap

2005-11-20T22:22:00.000-08:00

Dear Father,
I'll be okay. I promise, I'll
be okay
Dad.
There is this bottle of
Jameson's in my hand, and
Dad
my sleep hasn't always been
soft pillows, satin sheets.
But,
you gave me this torch.
And its not so dark.
Dad-
I know, I know
Take care of myself.
My shoes may be
Ragged, rough,
stained with smoke.
My jacket had to be patched,
the other week.
That red? Right there
on the shoulder?
I think its blood
or maybe lipstick -
multicolored, multifaceted,
each shade smiling.
I would buy you some coffee,
Dad,
but
I think there is a hole in my pocket.
Or maybe that's just what
I tell myself-
Dad,
but you gave me this apple,
and im not so hungry.
My bed doesn't have,
Dad,
Ninja Turtle sheets, comic book
scattered bed spread. There is
no nightlight for you to
turn on
Dad.
My He-man sword is laying
dusty in the corner next
to a tattered, yellow, winnie-the-pooh Doc Martin.
And
your fists aren't firm
like tree trunks against
your hips, because
you found me on the roof again.
I can feel your fingers
grasping at thin air again
Dad.
I know you want them here,
except, im too big
Dad,
to climb your shoulders so
I can try to catch the clouds again
Dad.
But you gave me this jacket.
And its not so cold.

'Nuther lonely night with Cat

2005-11-18T23:34:00.000-08:00

Another saturday night, and i ain't got nobody. I got some money cuz i just got paid, but how i wish i someone to talk to, Im in an awfull way.

oh Cat Stevens...Why do you rock so hard?

The Living Dead

2005-11-15T08:44:00.000-08:00

Now-a-days,
the ways of relationships seem to
drip
plastic. Perfect
kenandbarbie faces reflect
but
eject
the notion of love. Of
this I think when
sitting, with drink,
glancing over my pre-nup.

Have paper and pens,
held by aloof hands attached
to business suits
replaced
hands on hands
and the hearts wild dances
and thoes lances of laughter?

Is this the age the absolute
takes root?
Calmly gives our souls the boot?
Or maybe this point is mute.

When you read this, or
hear this, ignore this, or
fear this, write dear, Mr. Girardot this--
throw your hands up and sneer at this
or just steer clear of this...

id hope at least
you kiss your significant other goodnight.

Chris Girardot
11/15/05

The shower of shame

2005-11-13T08:45:00.000-08:00

Ugh...well, yeah.

i want to give everyone a hug.

peace.

The beginings of a poem

2005-11-10T13:24:00.000-08:00

so heres what ive been workin on...tell me what you think...the masses that read this. :)

I.
Gumdrop parachutes must be
hallowed out with your teeth.
A delicious process, practically
euphoric. Except
for the gum cancer.
This is why Giants breath billows
out in noxious clouds
between
chipped yellow teeth.
And also why, way in the back
of their caves,
children are chained and crying. 'Cause
every Giant knows
children are an excellent source of gum drops.

II.
White stallions named Fury
and cloud, pound the ground carrying
knights to save the day.
Whipping back, Giant's heads
go groaning along as the lance drives home.
Tripping back, Giant's plummet with
gum drop parachutes
shaking their fists,
and smilimg knights pick up a well placed
pebble.
'Cause every knight knows
Children have good imaginations.

2005-11-09T10:23:00.000-08:00

mmm i had a good sleep today.

and then i woke up and an inkcartridge was on my desk. (score!)

but

then i remembered i had mike order one for me, so it wasnt as cool anymore.

now im waiting around till Comp. Lit at 2...it might rain today. (i should go play in it)

peace.love.happiness.

Orange Fangdoons

2005-11-07T22:59:00.000-08:00

So ali-ali showed me this hur blogy thingy...and i said neat-o gang and signed on up.

these are my thoughts right now:

.Midget Tobagoners

.Wizards with silly hats

.9:30 Classes

.Choco-Peanutbutter Pie ( MmmmMMmmmmM)

more later...

peace.