They Egged Every House on My Street Last Night - Including Mine.

Asshole kids. Washing egg off brick is a kick in the pants.

Rosebud

The Union Forever

It can't be love

for there is no true love

It can't be love

for there is no true love

Sure I'm C.F.K.

but you gotta love me

the cost no man can say

but you gotta love me

Well I'm sorry but I'm not

interested in gold mines, oil wells, shipping or real estate

what would I liked to have been?

everything you hate

cause It can't be love

for there is no true love

It can't be love

for there is no true love

There is a man

a certain man

and for the poor you may be sure

that he'll do all he can

who is this one
who's favourite son
just by his action has the traction
magnets on the run
who likes to smoke
enjoys a joke
and wouldn't get a bit
upset if he were really broke
with wealth and fame
he's still the same
I'll bet you five you're not alive

If you don't know his name

You said the union forever

You said the union forever
You cried the union forever
but that was untrue girl
cause It can't be love
for there is no true love

It can't be love
for there is no true love

Last night I finally watched Citizen Kane for the first time. It’s phenomenal (of course) but the most enjoyable part for me was discovering that the lyrics from the White Stripes song “The Union Forever” are taken from the movie. I have previously expressed my deep affection for that band and especially for the White Blood Cells album so I was quite tickled to realize that the song I would sing along to in college was actually about Charles Foster Kane/Orson Wells/William Randolph Hearst. The bulk is taken from the song the showgirls sing (see picture) but there are lines picked up from different places in the movie. Neat.

You learn something new everyday.

Calling all Troups

I haven’t been able to think of anything to write about these past couple months. More accurately I haven’t tried to think of anything because I usually don’t have to. Last night Keith was over to help me carve pumpkins and listen to me kvetch about this unfortunate block. He said that the post about my candle of the month was one of his favorites and that actually came out of a facetious off handed suggestion. “Wow Colleen. Your candle shopping process is so fascinating. You should blog about it.” Blog about it I did! And what a glowing success! (No candle pun intended)

This is where you come in. I need your suggestions.
Many of you know me well so pick a topic or story I can really run with.

-For some reason the idea of Lance Bass having a book deal upsets me greatly. Out of Sync, Really? I feel sorry for the editor (ghostwriter) who had to pen this piece of shit. Just look at the cover shot! What a fag.

This is What Sad Looks Like

I'm sorry I have not been posting but I have been pretty busy and preoccupied lately. Hopefully I'll think of something to post soon. BTW, the last two posts were taken down cos they were only ment to be temporary for venting.

Hadass sent me this picture. This speaks volumes to anyone who has ever tried to wash a cat. Not an easy job.

As you know I am unapologetic when it comes to my love of felines. I think they are hilarious.

Kate is the new Sister Wendy. Remember her? No? Ok.

You all know my good friend Kate Ryan from her witty bon mot comments here on Aut, Colleen or you may remember her as the helpful sales associate at the nautical themed children’s clothing retailer Kids Ahoy! several years ago in Savannah. Well, now you can all see her being accosted by a roving camera crew and coercing her to articulate her feelings about the Museum of American Folk Art in New York. What a daunting task! Especially for someone with their MFA. Click on the link and she is Kate R (obviously) and as an added bonus click on Mike R and you can see one of the fabulous Ryan boys in action.

http://nwhyc.com/reviews.php?catID=4&vid=99

Sadly, Sheila the butt sex girl was not in attendance and therefore could not be interviewed.

Speaking of butt sex, I am reading Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer and it is SO dirty! Like Marquis de Sade dirty. Its really good though...

whatever. etc.

This morning I woke up unexpectedly on my couch – again. Lately I have been sleepwalking which is a significant manifestation of cumulative stress or general abnormal preoccupation that comes and goes in me. This peculiar way of waking pretty much sets the tone for the rest of my day that follows – or more accurately, falters - thereafter: I am a girl who can’t concentrate lately and so my posting has been less frequent and lacking of, well, me.

I like to make my postings consistent to keep interest consistent otherwise my friends and family would stop checking daily like I am constantly flattered they do. As a result I would have to be sending out emails saying “hey guys! I wrote something witty and worth reading! Check it out. Love me again!” To keep that desperate situation at bay I will post some brief thought evoking or at least pleasant (exempli gratia: the cute kids and the pigeon thing) item. So, to buy me some time I offer you this:

Who do you like more, Maureen Dowd or Arianna Huffington (Dowd is the Jessica Rabbit looking redhead)? I check out the Huffington Post daily and just finished Dowd’s tongue in cheek book "Are Men Necessary?" and try to read her twice weekly New York Times op-ed column.

They are both heroes of mine for their intelligence and uncompromised femininity in the male dominated world of American politics. If you are not familiar with either you can just decide who you think is hotter which is a valid judgment of character in my warped superficial opinion.

Cute Kid Time

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