This guy needs to talk to vegemitelover about how to achieve his hairstyle aims. He was aiming for “cool Jack White indie fucker” but got “orange county mortgage broker who cheats on his girlfriend” instead.

The office of the psychotherapist I visited this morning is in one of those medical/service complexes, quite near my house. As an odd bit of coincidence, it’s next door to the pediatric group I went to as a child. The pediatricians have moved since I was their patient, but it’s the same group.

This caused a combination flashback/funny as I walked along the line of doors to mine this morning. As when I was a kid, there was a “WELL PATIENTS” door and a “SICK PATIENTS” door, to avoid mixing up kids who were infected and otherwise. They’ve since added a third door, marked “RASH PATIENTS”.

I vividly remember the different colored doors, and the odd feeling as a child when I had to wait in the “sick” waiting room. I guess now they’ve also made a category for those children who are full of spitfire and thunder, ready to buckle their swashes and take on the whole fookin’ British Navy me hearties, yes, for the RASH PATIENTS who dare to.. ?

I minced delicately down to the next office, where unhappy adults consider their situations for an hourly fee.

My head is now slightly smaller.

With luck, within a few months it will be tiny.

last time around again as same as this worrying at the knot never unties it, someone brought me gifts but left banging around in here hoping there’s more than this water that tastes like metal, chest tight and mouth dry for hours wondering what hit him it’s better than just being numb but that’s a tough call I think she had something to say but couldn’t last time around again as same as this running through thoughts that oughtn’t be thought press head on the sink it feels cool, feed the animal she doesn’t care about your issues didn’t think the car got that bad a tap but better check it out perhaps i should just be quiet but my own noise is all i’ve got, drawn to the worst possible ideas like they were sugar, last time around again as same as this making an unattractive display but not as bad as it could be, sure we’re all friends here I have it about half done take a whack at it, you know you never wanted to spend time one on one with me anyway, everything clear enough in retrospect but now we’re too far in, last time around again as same as this

I just realized who this guy is that H and B ran into at the swap meet, and who raved at them about strange things.

He’s the nutball who used to work at the Apollo Bookstore years ago when it was on Newport behind Coast Music at 18th. He often dressed in a similar costume, but even more extreme. Frequently he would be in a full Scots Guards uniform from the 19th century, or a WWI soldier’s uniform, while on duty at the book store. At the tender age of 14 or so I was constantly lectured by him on the joys of being a “scotsman”, and of military reenactment, and how it was manly to wear a kilt, etc.

This has to be the same guy, just aged appropriately. Mustache is now gray but I’d recognize the manic grin and the tamoshanter anywhere.

He bought it and he said we had to use it, so everyone just lied from then on. It’s not enough to like the guy, I’d have to appreciate his music and that’s just too much. I’ll be talking to myself a lot today. Why anyone would want to deal with the front end I have no idea.

It’s not a competition, and I agree with her about that. We’ve all just got our own troubles. I did my best to be easy on the guy but he was obviously lying. He shot himself; there wasn’t any indication of trouble beforehand, or any treatment, or anything. That, my friend, is a seriously dangerous recipe. Otherwise, we’d just be hanging out behind the softball field experiencing the cusp of adulthood.

Rock ‘n’ roll has nothing on The Kreutzer Sonata. I can’t believe she doesn’t know what a library is. Here’s a fishbonker for someone in the scene.

We return again to the theme of the eternal return.

cynicalbug is an evil person and presents this mousse recipe:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/cynicalbug/1811.html?style=mine

“Courtesy” stimps I present you with , a disastrous collection of brain donors giving each other advice on basic common sense they never learned.

I’m not sure which person it was the hooked me, the one who couldn’t think of any recipes with potatoes in them, or the one who wanted a home remedy for pneumonia.

I think the Taliban is going to win, ya know.

“Not everyone knows what it means to whisper,” said Paula Stephens, the school’s principal. “But everyone knows what silence is. We’re starting with that as our baseline.”

I think they should replace the traffic light in the cafeteria with electric shock headbands on all the kids and just MILGRAM IT UP while they’re at it. I’m not sure which thing is more disturbing: the bizarre EduSpeak from the principal, or the mild complaints from the parents. I’d be down at that school with a lawyer and/or baseball bat if they did this to my kid.