who ever thought up that crazy idea? MUSHROOM TRIPPERS, THAT'S WHO!!!

paul and i were watching this great program on animals who enjoy getting fucked up on various natural substances (except the monkey segment, who were slugging sluggish tourists' forgotten tropical concoctions--unnatural substances but "made with natural flavors" just like froot loops.) and there was a part of this show on a mushroom that grows under the snow way way up north (like by the pole?). anyway i forget the name of the mushroom, flyanonin or flyagogin or something that starts with flya, and the reindeer eat it in fairly large quantities until there's no more. the people who live there eat it too when they can find it and, as the teevee reports (ha) gives them feelings of airy weightlessness. they figured if they were feeling it, the reindeer were too, and began to "hallucinate" the reindeer flying through the air. hence, santa's flying fleet is born in the reveller's phantasmagorical fantasy land, an unknown realm of ice and snow, santa's magical mystery tour.

i bring this up in reference to terry's 'holidazed' as he mentioned that yes there is tradition behind various this n thats and how it's all lost and commercialized. although i learned the above tidbit from the teevee, i really enjoy the fact that flying reindeer are someone's mushroom trip, carrying santa on a trippy journey in a freaky suit, fiddling around other people's houses and eating craploads of cookies. sounds like fun. i'll stop blowing sunshine up everyone's ass now, cause xmas gets me down too, but traditions can be made without buying or buying into all the boolsheeit. i hope. okay, now i'll stop.

matthew, who showed me the way to a new musical heroine in the beautiful, illustrious miss dolly parton. she is ebullient and warm and she makes me happy.

that is all. sirs and madams.

yeah, mine was strange. my dad is strange, my mom is strange. my stepdad is morose, my stepmom is on crack. my grandparents are sane and sweet, and so by necessity get trampled by the madness. but lest it seem not so, i am thankful for my family. the whole insane frickin lot of them. they're just so much more fun to be around when not gathered. last week i didn't really want to move far away (flagstaff was our flavor of the week last week) because of my family, now it's like, hey, there's jets, and there's once a year or so, and that's a-ok. hope everyone else had a better day. next year i think i'll go to a shelter or the salvation army, where the inhabitants are much more civil to one another and generally cheerier about life than some members of my family. good grief.

yay, more peeps. where are the wendies and zacharies so's i don't have to scroll so far down for to see me? biatch! wow biatch and snatch have many similiar letters. if you combine their differences you get bisn. as in bisnitch. bisnatch? snbiatch? i am on to something, yes?

"knock it off. a jackelope is fuckin ridiculous. and you know it."