Don’t be a Chachi!

Today's post for Sunday Scribblings is Oracle.

Oracle-a person who delivers authoritative, wise, or highly regarded and influential pronouncements.

With youthful eyes I look upon the world
hoping
and praying
for a better tomorrow

Interview: being interviewed is a pain in the ass, end of story.

Adventure: I love adventures!! It's something new and exciting. I would love to have one everyday.

Shame: There are a lot of things I should be ashamed of, but I can only think of one- stealing money from my grandmother when I was... 6 I believe. Crazy how that popped into my head first when I thought about something shameful that I have done. I really haven't thought about it in years. But I guess now that my grandmother is gone, I feel a little more shameful for what I did. I did apologize and gave her the money back, but it still feels embarrassing getting caught.

So I borrowed two books from my roommate both written by Carlton Mellick III. My roommate got me turned on to Mellick books when she first let me borrow Punk land(that is also a book you should read).

(Got this from a fellow fan of the book.) In one of his most recent works, the aptly-titled Ultra Fuckers, Bizarro boss Carlton Mellick III presents another vivid look into the humdrum, monotonous future of humankind. Probably the shortest work of Mellick’s career so far, this book packs a powerful punch in 108 pages.

The herd mentality within the minds of so many people is an epidemic of disastrous proportions. Mellick proposes that through our own apathy, or fear of being different from the crowd, our lives are systematically becoming mundane and indistinguishable from one another. Perhaps we are just imitating life because innovative thinking hurts.

This work of fiction explores the very real and quite parasitic outbreak of suburban housing development and design. Married-couple Tony and Tammy try to find an address to a party in suburbia—while passing dozens of streets each having a modifier added to the name “Pueblo”—ending with hilarious results. The banter between husband and wife is entertaining yet disturbingly poignant. Tony becomes determined to take charge of his life and the world, hopefully making both better places to inhabit.

Mellick creates an intriguing parable: one man against the world, with all odds stacked against him, yet he continues to persevere. Tony embodies the qualities of what makes a true heroic leader. He is consistently challenged, but he refuses to conform. Nietzsche said it best when he wrote: “The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.” Both authors recognize the hardship and anxiety linked to what many would believe to be idiosyncratic behaviour. It is difficult to go against the grain, but it is also a test of your confidence and ability to think for yourself.

Ultra Fuckers is my newest favorite from CM3. It echoes elements of his successful work from the past, but provides an extraordinarily inspirational theme. I enjoyed this aspect of the book because it’s precisely what Mellick intended. He shows the reader that the truly redeemable characters in the story are the ones who don’t conform to trends simply because everyone else does.

So don’t be a “Chachi”—check out this ultra-cool book.


(Got this from a fellow fan of the book.)The latest endeavour of renowned Bizarro author Carlton Mellick III, The Egg Man, proves to be one of his most powerful and absurdly bleak pieces of work. In spite of the fantastic imagery (e.g. fetus flies and mega-brained egg men), Mellick sets many evocative themes in an eccentric Dickensian backdrop. However, unlike the works of Dickens, Mellick focuses more on the submissive nature of man towards the industrial machine, rather than an ambitious self-advancement through social class.

The Egg Man tells the story of Lincoln, a post-graduate seeking a successful career as an artist. As Lincoln’s story progresses, Mellick paints his dreary, desolate, post-industrial world around the central character’s story—edging closer to the ominous abyss of humanity’s future.

Life has become regulated through the power of our new leader—the corporate machine. Society has become business-owned and run, which is probably the least absurd notion in this story. Humans become cogs in the machine, whereas corporate death-squads are in constant battle for control.

While Mellick’s foreboding future sets some specific perimeters, I believe a worldwide corporate takeover would be more subtle, entrancing us, enchanting us, and enticing us. With the dawn of new technological gadgets and gizmos such as iPods, iPhones, and digital cameras, corporate companies keep us decadently satisfied. We are bought off, thus making us easier to control. As historian Howard Zinn writes in his “Declarations of Independence": “If those in charge of our society—politicians, corporate executives, and owners of press and television—can dominate our ideas, they will be secure in their power. They will not need soldiers patrolling the streets. We will control ourselves."

Ultimately, The Egg Man is a warning against reliance on (and adherence to) technology, which would slowly eradicate any form of intuitive or imaginative thought. The egg men represent that mechanization of the human being; we use our brains as information storage, but not information processing. The information we trust to our computers is used to keep us wired in, and part of the universal online network.

Both were really cool books. If your into the Bizarro genre or just wanted to read something new well these will give you a whirl from your normal readings.

Oh yeah, photo by Tim Walker.

Ultra Fuckers is ultra awesome!!

Today's post for Sunday Scribblings is Shame.

There are a lot of things I should be ashamed of, but I can only think of one- stealing money from my grandmother when I was... 6 I believe. Crazy how that popped into my head first when I thought about something shameful that I have done. I really haven't thought about it in years. But I guess now that my grandmother is gone, I feel a little more shameful for what I did. I did apologize and gave her the money back, but it still feels embarrassing getting caught.

So I borrowed two books from my roommate both written by Carlton Mellick III. My roommate got me turned on to Mellick books when she first let me borrow Punk land(that is also a book you should read).

(Got this from a fellow fan of the book.) In one of his most recent works, the aptly-titled Ultra Fuckers, Bizarro boss Carlton Mellick III presents another vivid look into the humdrum, monotonous future of humankind. Probably the shortest work of Mellick’s career so far, this book packs a powerful punch in 108 pages.

The herd mentality within the minds of so many people is an epidemic of disastrous proportions. Mellick proposes that through our own apathy, or fear of being different from the crowd, our lives are systematically becoming mundane and indistinguishable from one another. Perhaps we are just imitating life because innovative thinking hurts.

This work of fiction explores the very real and quite parasitic outbreak of suburban housing development and design. Married-couple Tony and Tammy try to find an address to a party in suburbia—while passing dozens of streets each having a modifier added to the name “Pueblo”—ending with hilarious results. The banter between husband and wife is entertaining yet disturbingly poignant. Tony becomes determined to take charge of his life and the world, hopefully making both better places to inhabit.

Mellick creates an intriguing parable: one man against the world, with all odds stacked against him, yet he continues to persevere. Tony embodies the qualities of what makes a true heroic leader. He is consistently challenged, but he refuses to conform. Nietzsche said it best when he wrote: “The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.” Both authors recognize the hardship and anxiety linked to what many would believe to be idiosyncratic behaviour. It is difficult to go against the grain, but it is also a test of your confidence and ability to think for yourself.

Ultra Fuckers is my newest favorite from CM3. It echoes elements of his successful work from the past, but provides an extraordinarily inspirational theme. I enjoyed this aspect of the book because it’s precisely what Mellick intended. He shows the reader that the truly redeemable characters in the story are the ones who don’t conform to trends simply because everyone else does.

So don’t be a “Chachi”—check out this ultra-cool book.


(Got this from a fellow fan of the book.)The latest endeavour of renowned Bizarro author Carlton Mellick III, The Egg Man, proves to be one of his most powerful and absurdly bleak pieces of work. In spite of the fantastic imagery (e.g. fetus flies and mega-brained egg men), Mellick sets many evocative themes in an eccentric Dickensian backdrop. However, unlike the works of Dickens, Mellick focuses more on the submissive nature of man towards the industrial machine, rather than an ambitious self-advancement through social class.

The Egg Man tells the story of Lincoln, a post-graduate seeking a successful career as an artist. As Lincoln’s story progresses, Mellick paints his dreary, desolate, post-industrial world around the central character’s story—edging closer to the ominous abyss of humanity’s future.

Life has become regulated through the power of our new leader—the corporate machine. Society has become business-owned and run, which is probably the least absurd notion in this story. Humans become cogs in the machine, whereas corporate death-squads are in constant battle for control.

While Mellick’s foreboding future sets some specific perimeters, I believe a worldwide corporate takeover would be more subtle, entrancing us, enchanting us, and enticing us. With the dawn of new technological gadgets and gizmos such as iPods, iPhones, and digital cameras, corporate companies keep us decadently satisfied. We are bought off, thus making us easier to control. As historian Howard Zinn writes in his “Declarations of Independence": “If those in charge of our society—politicians, corporate executives, and owners of press and television—can dominate our ideas, they will be secure in their power. They will not need soldiers patrolling the streets. We will control ourselves."

Ultimately, The Egg Man is a warning against reliance on (and adherence to) technology, which would slowly eradicate any form of intuitive or imaginative thought. The egg men represent that mechanization of the human being; we use our brains as information storage, but not information processing. The information we trust to our computers is used to keep us wired in, and part of the universal online network.

Both were really cool books. If your into the Bizarro genre or just wanted to read something new well these will give you a whirl from your normal readings.

Oh yeah, photo by Tim Walker. Happy Halloween everyone!! Get mad drunk, trick and treat, and have lots of fun.

Life is like a box of chocolates...but don't keep the box

Today's post for Sunday Scribblings is Junk.

I have a lot of junk. Weeks old newspapers, months old magazines, ripped pages, candy wrappers, over filled trash bag, 2 1/2 piles of dirty clothes, half filled boxes, binders from 2yrs worth of school and that's just my bedroom. You don't even want to know what's on my desk(or around it for that matter). My life has been surrounded by constant junk. It's in my blood. I say that mostly because my grandmother was the exact same way. She collected cooking magazines, cook books, crochet books, Watchtowers, Readers Digest and the list goes on; and that's not even counting the various nick nacks she seemed to collect around her house. My mom however(well actually both of my parents) aren't like that. There not "pack rats" as one would say(being that is what my mom calls me). I can't help it. I find something and I swear I'm going to use it, but I don't. It sits there for weeks, months, sometimes even years before I actually just throw it out. I feel my pack rattyness is because of the way I grew up. My mom constantly moved so I lost a few things along the way. I guess this is my way of making sure that nothing gets lost. Just by holding on to it untill I'm ready to let it go. Or it could be that I'm really just a lazy slob. I haven't figured it out yet. Which reminds me of Girlosophy and what it said: get ride of the clutter!
Your immediate environment reflects your life. Clutter, dirt, or mess around you shows things are out of control.
Keep your personal space well ventilated, ordered, clean, and clutter-free.
Make it a sanctuary for total wellbeing. I don't think my life's out of control. Do you?



Ok I just want to know who the fuck thought it was a good idea to make a Karl Lagerfeld doll! I mean seriously people the guy has huge ego as it is, we don't need to make it any bigger. Seriously tokidoki, what the fuck were you thinking?! And on top of that the damn doll cost 190 bucks. 190 dollars for a mini Karl Lagerfeld! And people are going to actually buy this?! Fucking r-tards.

Here's a How To Make a Where the Wild Things Are Halloween Costume for all you fans. Can't wait till the movie comes out.

Wicked Lovely

Today's post for Sunday Scribblings is Bump in the Night.

I love all things that go bump in the Night. Here's a poem I found a few years ago on the internet that's all about things that go bump in the night:

Halloween Night is a festival of frights
Demons and Monsters disguised searching for their prey to bite
Wolves are howling at the moon with all their might
Haunted Houses are decorated in cobwebs and spooky lights
Inside a maze of scary rooms to terrorize the suckers out of their living daylights
The parade of costumed trick-or-treaters is a variety of sights
From girls wearing a diversity of gowns, To guys dressing in drag squeezing into women's tights
Be amazed, Be amused, Be afraid, Be seduced
Halloween is the night for creepy wonderment of spooky delights
And also playtime for all Things that go Bump in the Night.

I'm getting ready for Halloween. It's my fav holiday of the year. New title photo(One More Nightmare) is from Elizabeth May. Great photographer. And I put up my Halloween music.

Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr was a really good book and I'm planning on buying her second installment to the series Ink Exchange.

(Got this from a fellow fan of the book.)Wicked Lovely is another one of those books that I’d heard so much hype about, I almost didn’t want to pick it up, for fear that it would be terribly disappointing. I mean, the blurb on the cover is from Tamora Pierce! It fits, too; though Aislinn is a modern-day heroine, she’s much like some of Pierce’s strong female characters. Aislinn doesn’t let anyone else control her–she is very much in charge of her own fate, despite ancient faery curses working against that independence!

Anyway, Wicked Lovely does not disappoint. It is the story of Aislinn, a teenage girl who can see faeries. She’s always lived with the rules her grandmother has set to keep her safe, ignoring the faeries. If they knew she could see them, if the wrong faery found out, she’d be in grave danger.

Of course, keeping her secret may not keep her safe after all. She’s being stalked by two faeries. One of whom just happens to be the Summer King, Keenan, who has been searching for his queen for centuries. Those who are chosen as possible queens cannot escape; they either become Summer Girls, slutty faeries without a care in the world, or they try their chances at becoming the Summer Queen–and when it is discovered they are not, they are filled with Winter’s chill, vowing to try and convince other mortal girls not to try and become queen, despite the fact that the current Winter Girl can only escape and be free if another takes her place.

While there’s all of that faery drama going on, Aislinn also has some real-world problems. Like, her relationship with Seth. They’re very, very close friends, but nothing more. Aislinn might like to be more, and Seth’s always flirting with her, but he doesn’t date; he just sleeps around. Aislinn wants to keep their friendship, rather than being used and discarded like she fears.

Melissa Marr’s novel is brilliant. Her writing slowly but surely draws you in until you (like me) are reading under your desk in World History to finish it as quickly as possible, to find out what happens to the characters who seem so real! This urban faery tale is reminiscent of Holly Black, with faeries who aren’t at all what we see in those fluffy, pink cartoons and books for little girls. These faeries are beautiful, dangerous, dark, and terrifying, even the so-called good faeries.

This marvelous debut is dark, beautiful, and unputdownable. Luckily for readers who will be aching for more after finishing, the sequel (well, more of a companion book than a sequel; same world, different focus), Ink Exchange, will be out in April. I was lucky enough to snag an advance copy, and am in the middle of reading it, so expect a review here soon!

This was a good book and I'm so happy that it was picked for my book club. I can't believe I finished it so fast; I just got it Tuesday!

Finally, October is here!!

Today's post for Sunday Scribblings is First Kiss.

I could just tell the truth and say that my first kiss was wet. Why oh why does the first kiss have to be sooo wet? Even when you have a first kiss with a new person, every time it's wet. *sigh* But I like the poem and story a lot better than reality.

A kiss is all I wanted when I saw you. To touch your long black hair. To smell the death upon you. To feel your cool skin under my warm touch. I leaned in for your kiss, catching my breath. My mind screamed no, but my body... my body said yes. Your kiss stung at first. Then was sweet as honey. I felt my heart beat faster then slowed down. Your hand on my back holding me up so I wouldn't fall. Your mouth on my neck felt so right. The quietness is beautiful.

Last weeks was Cheese :Mmmm..... Cheese.

So a few things happened to me. Not last Saturday, but the one before last I saw a UFO. It was really cool then scary. I told my boss the next day and she said she heard about it too and that it was all over facebook. So I checked CNN and they said that NASA said it was a Rocket launcher. I say bullshit. There are aliens and the US government just doesn't want to admit it. Finally I can say I actually saw a UFO(not out loud of course).

I'm getting ready for Halloween. It's my fav holiday of the year. New title photo from Elizabeth May. Great photographer. And I put up my Halloween music.

One of my outfits that I made for school was in our fashion show. My concept was a lion and we had to make our own fur. I used yarn for the fur and denim. It was fun. Here's 2 pic of my outfit on my model.


I can put up the rest of the pics from the other students in my class. Just let me know if you want to see them cause they had great ideas fur faux fur!

Freedom is a beautiful thing

Today's post for Sunday Scribblings is Hungry.

What I am hungry for is freedom. Freedom to be me. Freedom to express myself. Freedom to live how I see fit. Freedom to be comfortable in my own skin. Freedom to see the world threw youthful eyes. Freedom from war. Freedom from hate. Freedom from people. Freedom from the ties that bind. That freedom is what everyone in this world craves. But only few ever taste it. Those who have it take it for granted. And those who only tasted a little bit of it longs for more.

I've tasted this freedom when I started college and was on my own in a big city; as well as when I traveled to Nigeria by myself. Now I want a new adventure. I guess I really do have itchy feet.

Someone told me that I was not special. That one statement hurt a lot. I never had someone say that to me. To me that's the worse insult you could ever say to someone. That's like saying they are a waste of sperm. That they should cut there wrist already. I do believe that I'm special and that everyone around me and people I meet are special in some way. And for someone to believe that the're not special or that people around them are not special, is a sad life to live. And I feel very sorry for them.

I want you, I want you so bad

Today's post for Sunday Scribblings is Tattoo.

I have 2 tattoos. One of a rose on my right shoulder I got when I turned 18 and the other, a rose garland, on my left wrist I got my freshman year of college. Aaah memoirs.

Sooo I did it again. I had sex with Dom and it was bad. Actually I think it was worse than the first time because this time I was sober. I didn't know it could get worse, but apparently it can. So I decided to just give up on that, but as usual the Universe said no... or maybe my unconsciousness is at it again in the self-sabotage department, who knows. But anyway Friday he asked me for 20 bucks to pay his phone bill. I laughed in his face so hard. I'm like "dude I should be asking you that. Not the other way around." And so apparently since I touched his penis I'm now officially his girlfriend. I had a feeling he would take it that way. Over the weekend I was talking to the greenman because apparently he likes me too. He was going on and on about how we should be friends with benefits and all that crap. I was like "dude, you have a baby and a baby mama. I don't want the baby mama drama." As we continue to talk(or him just talking and me just not really listening) Dom comes out of the store and precedes to walk towards me. And I'm thinking oh no! Please don't let him do what I think he's going to do. And at last he did. He started yelling at the greenman and saying something in Spanish. All I picked up was novio. I had to laugh a little but I told him that I am not his girlfriend and if he doesn't stop I'm going to tell his brother. He stopped, but he watched me from the door of the store. Monday Dom's boss(lets call him Boss man) asked if I wanted to hangout and I said ok. After he got off of work he bought beer and we went to his place. Funny how he lives over a corner store too. We talked, he showed me picks of his jeep and his daughter and then he made a pass at me. I thought that hangout time means exactly that hang out time. You know drink a few beers, shoot some pool; ya know hang out. But apparently to men hangout time with girls means penis touching time. And apparently I did not get the memo! All the while I was trying to watch the news he kept on touching me and I'm like "lets just be friends." He's like "we can be friends. We'll keep it a secret." And I'm like "what happens in the dark will eventually come to light! Besides I like Dom." And He was like "why have the young when you can have the experience?" Mind you he's 34. I know I like older men, but I'm new to this game so I prefer guys who are 2-3yrs older than me. When I get more experience I'll shoot for the 10yr marker. But thank god my roommate texted me, because he was starting to get physical(apparently saying lets just be friends, emphases on the word friends, does not mean keep your hands to yourself to men.) I texted her with the words help! I'm at Boss mans! Call me. Thank god she did. She asked what I was doing and I said "I don't know." Thank god she could tell I wanted to leave. So she told me to tell him that I have to go home because she's locked out and I have to let her in( which was true). Then he was like " give me 10mins." And I said "I have to leave. We can be friends." Do you know this fool rubbed up against me, twice! Jr. was very happy to see me(This I must tell all women because I know I can't be the only one falling for it. BEWARE OF THE HUGS FROM MEN. ESPECIALLY ONES THAT WANT TO GET INTO YOUR PANTS. THEY ARE NOT HUGS. THEY START OUT AS HUGS, BUT ONCE THE MAN HAS PASSED THAT THRESHOLD(past your elbows, were you can't push him away), THAT "HUG" TURNS INTO 2 THINGS: DRY HUMPING OR THE RUB(were he rubs up against you). EITHER WAY, HE WILL AIM FOR THE VAGINAL AREA AND JR. WILL BE SOOO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!). I finally backed away from him grabbed my purse and left. Dude I seriously could not get out of that place fast enough. I had to smoke 2 cigarettes on the way home because I was so in shock(man I'm one naive fuck). Tuesday was a doozy. I was talking to Doms older brother and he told me that Dom's a virgin or better yet was a virgin(Doms brother doesn't know that we had sex yet and I'm not sure if I want to tell him either). My mouth literally hit the floor. This explains soooo much. The sex, the weird obsession with me(my roommate is now calling it fatal attraction and asks Dom if he seen the movie every time she sees him), the wanting 4-5 kids. I took his virginity. Now he wants to marry me and have 4-5 kids!! This is what I get for touching the penis, especially a virgin one. His brother told me he's been here for 2yrs. And I'm like " if that's the case, why hasn't he gotten laid yet? If he new English he would have no trouble." His brother still wants me to teach Dom English and "teach" him a few other things. But in all honesty, I have know clue about sex. Yeah I know all the technical things about sex but when it comes to.... shall we say pleasing the other person in bed, I have not a clue. Thus forth why I'm attracted to older men(and women). They have more experience than I do. So now I have Dom after me even more because he's convinced that I'm the one and that he loves me, even though I told him he barely knows me and he only knew I even existed for 2 months. Now I know why people don't want to do virgins they get all clingy. Yeah, this is what I get for touching the virgin penis.