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Can't! Stop! Watching!

And laughing!

I think I need to get laid again soon- before my lady parts dry up and shut down completely.
** giggles some more **

So I haven't been blogging because I really don't have anything worth writing about. I don't like to write about the mundane-the ordinary doings of my day to day life. But really that's all that's been going on. Just going to work, cleaning the house and cat messes and so on. Well, I modeled in a fashion show on Dec. 20 so that was a nice break in the monotony. Here's a link to some photos of that- you may have to be a member to view it.- http://www.flickr.com/photos/zeeev/sets/72157611635822367/
My Christmas was pretty good- I got Target giftcards and money- always helpful. And for New Years Eve I stayed at home and avoided the crowds - which is pretty much all I did all year really.

This hermit shit really needs to stop.

Oh boy.....!

Kitchen Nightmares is COMING TO AUSTIN! mee-ow!

I wish I could elect Thai Tara for a makeover. I love them- but man are they a trainwreck on some days. Of course if they get a makeover I may not be able to afford to eat there anymore.
Still, with them being next door, if all of that was going on-maybe I could catch a glimpse of
** sigh ** Gordon Ramsay!

EDIT: It's prolly just a rumor, but man that would be awesome!
** continues drooling **
I totally want him to stand over me screaming at me about how filthy my kitchen is while I kneel scrubbing the floor with my toothbrush...OH YEAH!!!

Ooops! Did I just say that out loud....?

Well this is it... ready or not.

I'm sitting down taking a little break. Still have tons of packing to do, but I just needed to stop for a bit. I waited at the house from 8-4 today for the gas person to show up. He did finally and apologized saying that he tried to go to my place 6 times, but kept getting interrupted for gas leak calls. Was he the only one working today? Anyway, the stove and hot water are on now and the internet will be on Thursday. I got the kitchen countertop cleaned and the garage swept (though it it still pretty gross out there- lots of mildew and rat doodee all over.)

Well my mens and womens- I'd better get back at it. Just wanted to make one final post as a South Austinite. If anyone needs to get a hold of me, call my cell phone.

Plus I needed to let you all know one more thing.....
HUG has a show this Friday night!"

See y'all then!

From Austin Sound dot net.

This pleases me.


Hug - God Gasm (Big Block)
Sound Reviews

A Hug can be a dangerous thing - whether you attend a show or just listen to the CD, inevitably you find yourself at a destination that you never imagined…and not entirely sure how in the hell you got there. If you saw a warning sign that said, “a collection of heavily drug infected music...that reflects a severely messed up state of mind...AKA Sexland,”* you could have asked yourself several questions such as “what exactly is the difference between anal sex and a prostate exam? maybe they’re kinda the same, let’s go see” or “will being seen at one of their shows ruin any chances that I have for running for a political office? Maybe - sounds a little too dangerous to me.” They’re fair questions because in the world of Hug, things like a pee fetus, geriatric sex, and smoking pot for Allah make sense.

It’s not like they don’t tell you what you’re in for. The primary topic for Hug is sex – and the lens through which it’s viewed is drug-addled. It’s an absolutely delightful journey that treats sex like a fascination as opposed to a commodity. Listeners are invited to be both curious participants and voyeurs. Hug may be that freaky kid who stares at you from the back of the room, but at least he’ll tell you what’s on his mind and see if you’re up for it. And it’s ever so much interesting when it’s an epistle as opposed to an epithet. And Hug creates some stellar sex epistles.

The Hug-family is Scott, Blair, and Jack Hug plus two rather effervescent performance artists. The family-proper controls the keyboards, theramin, and guitars to create their lo-fi punk sound. The kin take care of on-stage bear-drag pseudo-masturbation and bountiful-woman strip teases. Just like their track “Picnic,” everyone and their stuffed animals are invited to partake of the cocaine, guns, and muffin tops. But even without the stage show, listening to GodGasm leads the listener down the same exact path—it’s as enchanting as it is eerie. So long as you find a certain enchantment in "Coche Bomba."

Out of all the albums, (and yes, I own them all) God Gasm is the most accessible - it’s definitely the only one that the FCC must begrudgingly allow air play. Which is a ticklish irony since it sports more tracks than their other albums. Jumping into God Gasm is “Lifeguard,” a track reminiscent of the Frogs for all the genitals surgically added in the most unusual places to the singing lifeguard. “Victoria’s Secret” is absolutely brilliant in its simple perversity. Whether or not Hug was aware that Victoria’s Secret was actually founded by a man who wanted to see his girlfriend wear slinkier things remains to be verified, but Victoria, for all her love of come-hither-lace and satin - Victoria’s secret is her penis. And there the story begins a different journey south-of-the-border. In true Hug-fashion, Victoria’s Secret takes you to a place that you never thought you could get in 3 minutes. But like all good drugs, every dose is sweeter.

For the first time that I can think of, Hug offers us a taste of their political leanings on God Gasm. “Smoke Marijuana” is a bouncy track that flips between reggae and rock but the main amusement is the call to smoke marijuana for Allah and for the USA. It seems like everyone would win on that one: a little more pot just might make world-politics a bit less strained. “Introduction” is part of the pre D-Day speech from Patton that plays more than just a little ironically given the context of what's about to unfold. In a commanding voice we are told: “Be seated. I want you all to remember no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country; he won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country…All real Americans love the sting of battle…The very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.” “Don’t Shoot the President” is another political deviation but it rollicks along mainly due to the chorus, “don’t shoot the president, shoot, shoot the president.” Parse it out as you see fit. Hug has also made sure to coddle anyone who took the brown acid with two tracks composed of a perpetual chant of “nothing bad is gonna to happen to me.” It’s an appropriate First-Aid kit for a band who credits the origin of their work as the product of too much LSD.

Most folks may not feel compelled to mention the intermission but good intermissions always make me squirm in delight. “Intermission” is particularly fantastic break in the 20-track God Gasm. I won’t ruin it for all my intermission-lovin’ peers but it is very fine, very fine. “Better than Meat” is a Hug confessional love song from their 1998 self-titled album that starts off with drooling for underwear and ends in a single line about cunnalingus. “Fucking a Fat Fold” worked for the Family Guy so there’s no reason to get testy or prudish about it now. It’s a distinctly funk-sound for a distinctly funky fucky topic. “Sexland” is a Hug version of a Barry White invitation: “You can come whenever you want, you can come for the rest of your life, welcome to Sexland.” And no matter what side of the fence you believe yourself to be on, it’s a compelling solicitation.

Overall, I’d have to say that this is my favorite Hug album to date. It’s well worth the dough for the CD and if you ever get the chance, check out a show. Granted, GodGasm won’t make an appearance at my family gatherings, but if I ever need to weed out any cookie-cutter music lovers, Hug will be my first line of offense.

*Combination of commentary on Drug Gasm & a song from God Gasm.

- Zoe Nicol

***** " ....bountiful-woman strip teases." sounds a whole hell of a lot nicer then "naked fat chick." or "hideous dancer" which is how I've been described before in the past.
I want to meet this girl and shake her hand.

Well I've finally decided.

Air's "Talkie Walkie" is one of my favorite albums of all times.

I can NEVER get tired of listening to it.

I do need to check out their new one, "Pocket Symphony" though.
Last night as I was getting ready to go out to my performance at the HUG show I received a phone call from my Dad in Florida. My grandmother had passed away. My "Ma-ma" is gone and I will never see her again.

She'd been living in a nursing home in Pensacola since my Dad had moved her there from San Antonio in the spring of '02. I had not seen her since she'd left-nearly five years ago. Plane tickets are expensive and now I feel guilty as shit for not having tried harder to save money to go see her at least once in those 5 years. And the last time I'd spoken to her was on Christmas day.

I guess I'd been feeling so down in the last several days, weeks and months because it's like as if my soul knew that this was coming up. She'd been in poor health, had had several strokes over the years and was partially paralyzed on her left side. She'd also suffered from a bowel condition that made it necessary for her to have a colostomy bag. She was one month short of her 87th birthday after all.

After I'd finished talking to my Dad, who actually sounded cheerful and told me, "Don't be sad, she is in a much better place. She has been ready to go home for the longest time now. She was so tired." I finished getting ready, met up with Phyllis and Matt and went to Room 710 and proceeded to have the most surreal experience ever. I gave the most bizzare (but the best for a HUG show,) performance ever and my grandmother had just died. I am her legacy- I look like her too, and my knees barely hurt at all.

I may have to miss performing for HUG in the Make Austin Weirder Fest show at Lovejoys next Sat. eve. due to my grandmother's memorial service. My Dad is having her cremated in Pensacola and is bringing her remains to San Antonio to be buried next to her husband, my grandfather, "Pa-pa." who died in 1969. There will be a memorial service as he put it, "sometime next week." Meaning probably Saturday Feb 10. I don't want to sound selfish but I don't want to miss this next HUG show or the Valentine's show. I need the normality and the hilarity because seeing my grieving crying family is going to be rough.
For reasons that I cannot explain, I've been avoiding writing this. Maybe it's
because the memory is so bleak it
invokes an image of me dropping my heart like a rock into a dark dry well.
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