February 12, 2004

“They do more damage with their hysterical reactions than the actual incident could ever do.

I fucking hate hysterical people. I see them on the news all the time. Usually at disasters, trial verdicts or political rallies. Screaming and yelling. I really think these people should be plucked from society, put on a boat and sent to an island far away. We’d all be better off. They contribute nothing. Some people dream of a world with no hunger or no wars. I dream of a world with quiet people where crisis is met with silent, salty tears and a little sniffling.”

Robert Sedlack
The African Safari Papers

You read these kind of books when you take recommendation from the Tool or Chuck “Fight Club” Palahnuik websites. OK books. Violent. Misogynist. Easy reads. On the bus. The above point is noted. I am no stoic, complaining often, but hopefully I am never hysterical. That would be embarassing.

posted by Thea at 3:46 PM

February 11, 2004

The tedious. The repetitive. The life.

Bus ride. This morning. Broken bell. Ring the bell. To get off. Broken bell. Lit up. At every stop. Nobody moving. No indication. When are you getting off? Hey. I want this stop. Some advise. Unsolicited. Get up. Before the stop. It’s not that hard.

Claustrophobia. In the office. I think. I am having a panic attack. I cleaned out the office today. Door open. I need some space. I have to breath. No boxes. On the floor. The girl. In the office. Next to mine. Quiet. Breathing. Calming down. Repeating. It is OK.

There are places. Factories for bands. I saw one today. It makes me wonder. What do these factories produce?

Baby Fea. Rubbing off on me. The cat. Russell. Sick. Doctor. Medicine. Baby Fea. Contagious. Something different. He is fat. Obesity Therapy. For the cats. Oh, brother.

Went for a walk. Snack. Bed. Repeat.

Do you think that you could read an entire book that is written like the above BLOG?

posted by Thea at 9:25 PM

February 10, 2004

It is 8:30 p.m., I am still at work and I just finished rewriting “Repetition”. It was a long day, after going out last night to see the Volta Sound (fucking great). I am looking forward to going to bed. I have to read through the book again and add some shit about television. I am also definitely going to change the ending of the book. Thank you Tim. I owe you. There will be more tomorrow. I have to get out of here.

posted by Thea at 8:40 PM

February 8, 2004

I had to leave the room during Alicia Key’s caterwauling. Somebody should hire some of these professional singers a singing coach. Who was that country lady who just sang? Yeah. She missed a few notes. You’re flat, sister. You are flat. Laurie just changed the channel. She could not take it either.

The weekend, regretfully, passed too quickly. It seemed like I always had something to do and I never stopped moving. I am still editing “Repetition”. I should be done this week. If I push. The New Salem Witch Hunters were excellent last night. Big ups to everybody who made it out and shame on those who stayed home. I know, it seems like a Cleveland, OH institution like the New Salem Witch Hunters will always be there. But, you know, things go away. I don’t take rock and roll for granted. Not anymore. No way. Rock and roll is disappearing. Alright. I am watching “Curb Your Enthusiasm” and then I am going to bed. I will tell you about it tomorrow on the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show Starring Baby Fea (yea!).


posted by Thea at 8:59 PM