Free Radio: It's Kind of Funny, I Like It. Here You Go.

I saw the guy who does this here show on Conan O'Brien tonight, and I liked him. Well, I hated him bu then I liked him. I hate the way his mouth moves, but he's not as smarmy and smartass as you think he's going to be just by looking at his mouth. He's actually fairly humble and charming. It's his character that turns out to be just like his mouth looks. And that's called COMEDIC ACTING!! I like it. I like that a lot. I am otherwise having a hard day's night, so this helps a little. This show airs on vh1, so everyone else has probably already seen it. But I haven't because I don't have cable. And even if I did have cable, I know I wouldn't be sitting around waiting for sketch comedy programming to come on. I would probably just be flipping through vh1 on my way to the Discovery Channel or, yes I'll admit it, Showtime. Anyway. Here you go. Free Radio:

The Noisettes

Alicia, thank you for introducing me to The Noisettes. And readers, you should be equally as grateful to Alicia. And thank GOD you read my blog, eh? I know. Oh..... Please be advised that listening to The Noisettes will make you want to drink whiskey and dance with yourself all over the living room. Also, a note to straight girls: frontwoman Shingai Shoniwa will turn you gay-- cautionary word I received from over on YouTube by one of the many commentors on THIS VIDEO:

Have You Ever Wondered What Ben and Shannon Talk About When They're Left To Themselves?

Popfresco.............................. Ben Garcia
ThinkofWinter......................Shannon Moore


Curtain Opens

popfresco@yahoo.com (1:01:44 AM): SO is the lotion wiped from your eyes?
ThinkofWinter (1:02:10 AM): sort of! damn that was SPICING me!
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:03:21 AM): I ust laughed out loud
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:03:38 AM): And it echoed off every wall in my empty apartment
ThinkofWinter (1:03:48 AM): you need furniture......
ThinkofWinter (1:03:51 AM): pause
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:04:01 AM): I was eating a pickle
ThinkofWinter (1:04:32 AM): I want to eat something too!
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:05:11 AM): pause
ThinkofWinter (1:05:17 AM): ok I'm eating a mrs freshy fruit bar from the dollar store
ThinkofWinter (1:06:06 AM): I've eaten, like, nine today.
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:07:58 AM): They're tiny I presume
ThinkofWinter (1:08:07 AM): yes
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:08:11 AM): yes
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:08:15 AM): pause
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:08:46 AM): I'm being very quiet
ThinkofWinter (1:08:51 AM): you can't hear the echo of cyberspace!!
ThinkofWinter (1:09:10 AM): no one can hear our laughter or our tears echo off the walls of cyberspace!
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:09:27 AM): I think the echo of cyberspace sounds like this
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:09:42 AM): pause
ThinkofWinter (1:09:55 AM): pause
ThinkofWinter (1:10:00 AM): (cough)
ThinkofWinter (1:10:04 AM): (sniff)
ThinkofWinter (1:10:06 AM): pause
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:10:09 AM): pause
ThinkofWinter (1:10:17 AM): okay, I just wheezed.
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:10:19 AM): ahem
ThinkofWinter (1:10:20 AM): a laugh wheeze
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:10:36 AM): That sounded terrible...Get that thing checked out
ThinkofWinter (1:10:48 AM): right
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:10:52 AM): right
ThinkofWinter (1:10:52 AM): along with everything else on my body
ThinkofWinter (1:10:59 AM): badoom cha!
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:11:22 AM): badoom boom
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:11:33 AM): I imagine an old man saying that
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:11:43 AM): Badoom BOOM
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:11:53 AM): Cha
ThinkofWinter (1:11:55 AM): haha... I pictured alicia
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:12:00 AM): That too
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:12:17 AM): Maybe an old man and Alicia together
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:12:28 AM): and then they start a tap dance off
ThinkofWinter (1:12:52 AM): I can picture that exactly
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:12:53 AM): to-ta-lee
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:13:14 AM): me to that's why I say it in words that I wrote just now click
ThinkofWinter (1:13:35 AM): exacgtly
ThinkofWinter (1:13:37 AM): what?
ThinkofWinter (1:13:44 AM): exaggggly


Old Secretary...

popfresco@yahoo.com (1:13:44 AM): how are you shannon send
ThinkofWinter (1:14:01 AM): um, I'm okay.
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:14:07 AM): period
ThinkofWinter (1:14:30 AM): oops I just called my voicemail with my FOOT!
ThinkofWinter (1:14:31 AM): on accident!
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:14:39 AM): Whoa
ThinkofWinter (1:14:45 AM): I hate nick
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:14:55 AM): I just pictured Keanu Reeves saying whoa
ThinkofWinter (1:15:09 AM): I just pictured nick saying "foot" and it made me mad
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:15:14 AM): I hate noick more
ThinkofWinter (1:15:40 AM): I just pictured one of the three stooges saying that
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:15:48 AM): Curly
ThinkofWinter (1:15:50 AM): like: noik noik noik
ThinkofWinter (1:15:56 AM): whoooa!
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:15:58 AM): yES
ThinkofWinter (1:15:59 AM): I mean YEA
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:16:03 AM): Keanu Reeves
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:16:19 AM): or Joey laurence
ThinkofWinter (1:16:28 AM): yea, that guy is way retarded
ThinkofWinter (1:16:42 AM): pause
ThinkofWinter (1:16:45 AM): (sniff)
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:16:46 AM): In Boston they Say RE-TAH-DED
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:16:55 AM): sniff
ThinkofWinter (1:17:07 AM): wow, and that seems to phonetically represent how actual retarded people say the word as well.
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:17:09 AM): You have a cold period send
ThinkofWinter (1:17:30 AM): I just pictured you typing an old typewriter like a secretary in an old movie
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:17:43 AM): THAT's TOTALLY ME
ThinkofWinter (1:17:48 AM): I know
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:17:57 AM): I AM AN OLD SECRATARTY
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:18:02 AM): secraetary
ThinkofWinter: I love how well we both type, really.
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:18:25 AM): ME TOO


On Film...

popfresco@yahoo.com (1:20:15 AM): Have you ever seen the movie BIG
ThinkofWinter (1:20:23 AM): yes
ThinkofWinter (1:20:27 AM): but don't forget to look her up.
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:22:53 AM): I just looked her up
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:23:45 AM): she looks butchy hot
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:24:14 AM): Like what's her name from Aliens
ThinkofWinter (1:24:21 AM): sigourney weaver?
ThinkofWinter (1:24:23 AM): yea....
ThinkofWinter (1:24:34 AM): or..... ally sheedy from high art
ThinkofWinter (1:24:41 AM): but hotter than that
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:24:46 AM): or what's her name from Some kind of wonderful
ThinkofWinter (1:24:55 AM): um........
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:25:31 AM): It's a John Hughes movie from the eighties
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:25:41 AM): with the guy with red hair
ThinkofWinter (1:25:47 AM): ohhhh.... riiiight
ThinkofWinter (1:25:49 AM): pause
ThinkofWinter (1:25:52 AM): sniff
ThinkofWinter (1:25:56 AM): ahem
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:25:59 AM): He was in Pulp Fiction
ThinkofWinter (1:26:04 AM): eric stolz?
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:26:12 AM): Stolz yeah
ThinkofWinter (1:26:13 AM): I don't know the girl, though, is she gay?
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:26:23 AM): Could be
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:26:51 AM): pause
ThinkofWinter (1:27:06 AM): I dyed my hair. just a little darker and warmer. Maybe she'll notice.
ThinkofWinter (1:27:21 AM): it kind of looks the same but at the same time, it kind of looks ewally bad.
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:27:52 AM): I bet it look great
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:28:18 AM): You should see Some Kind of Wonderful
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:28:50 AM): Where he gets with the butchy girl in the end
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:29:17 AM): even though he could of had whats her name from Back to the Future
ThinkofWinter (1:29:34 AM): sorry, I had to go look at my hair again and check to see if the stove burners were leaking gas cause my cats looked tired
ThinkofWinter (1:30:20 AM): I can picture the cover of the VHS.
ThinkofWinter (1:30:47 AM): how dare they make that decidedly gay girl straight to please 80s republicans!!!!

Cats Are Crack:

popfresco@yahoo.com (1:31:05 AM): how are georgie and ROBERT?
ThinkofWinter (1:31:16 AM): pause
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:31:25 AM): I want to say BILL?
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:31:53 AM): --BOB!
ThinkofWinter (1:31:57 AM): nemo
ThinkofWinter (1:32:03 AM): nemo bartholemeow
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:32:03 AM): NORTON?
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:32:12 AM): BERTrom
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:32:27 AM): NEMO!!
ThinkofWinter (1:32:30 AM): norton bertrom robert the third
ThinkofWinter (1:32:40 AM): neeeemohhhhh, yes.
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:32:40 AM): the third
ThinkofWinter (1:32:45 AM): III
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:32:51 AM): iii
popfresco@yahoo.com: CATS ARE CRACK!
ThinkofWinter: pause.
popfresco@yahoo.com: ahem.


Getting Sleepy...

ThinkofWinter (1:38:35 AM): ericstolzoneword
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:38:38 AM): exaggly
ThinkofWinter (1:38:48 AM): yea except I say it that way sometimes when I'm sober
ThinkofWinter (1:38:52 AM): because I have adnoids
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:38:53 AM): erixstoltzoneword
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:38:57 AM): exaggly
ThinkofWinter (1:38:59 AM): or something that's too big
ThinkofWinter (1:39:05 AM): which is what SHE said
ThinkofWinter (1:39:10 AM): noick noick noick
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:39:12 AM): sopper
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:39:21 AM): HA
ThinkofWinter (1:39:25 AM): it's a SOPPER out there!
ThinkofWinter (1:39:28 AM): I picture a rainstorm
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:39:34 AM): That's what she said
ThinkofWinter (1:39:46 AM): ahhhhHA
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:40:04 AM): My pickle just went flying
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:40:23 AM): I'm going to get a nother one
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:40:25 AM): hold
ThinkofWinter (1:40:31 AM): yes, I'll hold
ThinkofWinter (1:40:45 AM): BEATLES MUSAK
ThinkofWinter (1:40:59 AM): "ahhhh, look at all the lonely people" (humming.... no words.)
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:41:19 AM): ok, what?
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:41:41 AM): thank you for holding, may I help you?
ThinkofWinter (1:41:48 AM): ahh, yes
ThinkofWinter (1:41:52 AM): I would like to know
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:41:56 AM): yes?
ThinkofWinter (1:41:57 AM): if....
ThinkofWinter (1:42:04 AM): your refridgerator is running???
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:42:08 AM): yes--
ThinkofWinter (1:42:10 AM): then you better go catch it!
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:42:11 AM): my what?
ThinkofWinter (1:42:12 AM): !!!!!!!!!!
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:42:17 AM): yes?
ThinkofWinter (1:42:17 AM): click
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:42:20 AM): I will.
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:42:25 AM): wait...
ThinkofWinter (1:42:30 AM): no, I hung that shit up
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:42:31 AM): my what?
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:42:37 AM): oh.
ThinkofWinter (1:42:42 AM): pause
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:42:51 AM): I'll go catch it


The End......

ThinkofWinter (1:49:06 AM): remember, before the meat machine.... new york
ThinkofWinter (1:49:13 AM): goodnight
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:49:16 AM): new yo...rk
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:49:26 AM): snoreing
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:49:30 AM): new york
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:49:33 AM): snoring
ThinkofWinter (1:49:33 AM): that's right
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:49:39 AM): new york
ThinkofWinter (1:49:40 AM): goodnight
popfresco@yahoo.com (1:49:44 AM): nite




FIN.

Dear Diary, I Had This Terrific Metaphor Dream!

I dreamt again that I was someone else. A woman. Again. This time she had thick, course and curly hair pulled back with pins. In the mirror-- why am I always looking in the mirror?-- her (my) face was thin, pale with high cheekbones. A frowning mouth. Something else. The flesh of my torso had been pulled back like curtains, and hanging there from delicate tubing and tangles, was my heart. Outside my body.

But before this. You know how an infected wisdom tooth feels? That pulpy, aching wound feeling you can't stop torturing with your tongue? This is how my chest felt. And inside my mouth. I kept choking on and spitting out the pulp of my body. The taste of blood was..... real. And there was a man wobbling around whose head was taken off his body, but he was holding it on as best he could. Had we both just gotten off the floor?

Back to the mirror. I am trying to stuff my heart back into my chest and holding the thick slices of skin and muscle into place under a corset I am forcing onto my body. It burns and aches, but I know that I will heal under there, so I pull it tight. The wire cuts a bit. But I guess that doesn't really matter, compared to my gaping front. And it's over. The last thing I remember is wearing a dress, a cotton dress with a big, sculpted skirt, over that corset. And when I came back to the mirror and peeled it all off, it looked as though my chest was healing. My breasts looked nice. My face was so strong.

Oh, the chemically tampered mind in sleep..... all those everyday fears evaporated terrors hazy.... but then, in the gray, balmy cool of my dream nightair, there they are: stars in the fucking horrible acts played out so vividly that I awake hurting everywhere. Or maybe I was time traveling again.

Nick would probably secretly find me stupid for saying that. I think he was always secretly dissapointed that I was a kook and not the right kind. Not his kind. Not dark enough, not seious enough, not smart enough. But no, I'm-- you know, living proof goddamn fairies exist or something. Not an intellectual anymore. I never was. I'm so much happier accepting that I'm not.

I think I want to start painting. And learn guitar. I think I could write better songs on guitar. And Jon said some people can't even play that G chord! You know what was funny about him? When he kissed me, it felt like love. Even if it wasn't. I wonder about those people. The ones that can kiss you like they're in love with you when they're not? FASCINATING! It really is. I wonder if I'm that kind of person? Because that's what I need, really. That weird chemistry to make me forget that I lost that one.

There is no craft to this. That makes me sick. I tried to do some CSS layout work today on the new home for the fiery state hotel, but I was having trouble and got frustrated. I work so much better with IFrames. But I used to go hours on that shit until I learned it, until I got it right. And I miss that. Maybe I'll work on it again now. Soon, this blog will have a home completely conceptualized, designed and constructed by me. And I didn't even go to school for that, son!

Dave says son. It's funny when he says it.

Oh, I forgot, I was going to post a conversation Ben and I had last night on AIM. I just rediscovered AIM. Grandma doesn't understand all the new whoozits and whatzits of version 9.387, wtf if going on over there? I couldn't even figure out how to IM someone, and then a telephone started ringing. Wha?

Okay, so the post right on top of this one will be Ben and Shannon AIM Conversation #1. Thank you and goodnight.

oh, look at all the lonely people

paul mccartney, you might have had many

faces in mind, but the song would not have been

so lovely if you had seen them all naked and groping,

desperate bodies, flashing wounds and juices,

wondering, 'do I even taste like me anymore?'

no matter, no matter, no matter--

I can't even write a song, it's so fucking tragic.

what are we looking for?

Freddie Mercury asked the same question--

Oops! I'm sorry.

I let out this terrible laugh when I cannot come

because I am thinking of you--

talking to me about intuition.

About not wanting me anymore.

About not meant to be.

I know

you probably want nothing to do with this ache--

must be so ugly, and you wish it was never so sweet.

Jesus Christ,

I wish the same of you, but I keep sprouting tears--

pulling at my hair to wash your goddamn feet.