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Who Do You Want To Be?

"Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?

Oh boredom is so terrible, it's like a dread disease
Nothing could be worse
Than when there's nothing on T.V.
I'd rather be a cowboy than to stare blank at the walls
I've been reborn so many times
I can't remember them all (and I say)

Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?
(Just like someone on T.V.?!)

I think I'll be a teddy boy, I think I'll be a hunk
I think I'll be a tough guy and I think I'll be a punk
I might just be a fashion star
All dressed in frilly rags
Or perhaps I'll cross the other side
And walk around in Drag!

Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?
(Just like someone on T.V.?!)

Do you like to be just like a rock
In the middle of the sea
Do you want to suffer by yourself
In a pool of blissful misery
Do you want to feel like a saint in artists' clothes
With a rosary in your hand
Do you wanna be crazy like Van Gogh like a
Stranger in a strange, strange land

Would you rather push the buttons
And be feared by all humanity?
Or perhaps you'd like to be a bum
Do you wanna be stupid, just like me!"

I LOVE THEM
I LOVE THEM
I LOVE THEM

I said this before, and I say it again.
They are one of my main inspirations for EVERYTHING!

My sweet sweet Oingo Boingo
A Danny's still making awesome movie soundtracks, thank you!

Here's a Little Digression

I elaborated this strange theory with a friend about the new phenomenon called "Fusion Food", Which is basically cooking food in any way you like, mixing styles and making strange ingredient combination you never though would taste good together.

Our theory was that those silly mixes were inspired by pregnant women's cravings. So they would keep them all in a large barn, each in her own cell compartment, waiting for them to crave some silly food combination like a banana pizza, and then make a recipe out of it.

Apparently it's working.

Falling In Me

Oh!
Oooooh...
OOOOH?!

When I don't know what to say I go Oh!
Maybe I twist my head a little. Left or right, it depends, it has different meanings, I am very subliminal, I may be plotting to rule the world with a head twist and you just don't know it.

These last nights were strange, right before I fall asleep, when I'm turning in bed, I get the feeling I'm falling.
It just happens.
I get very scared because I think I'll hit the ground and get hurt, then I get relieved to find I'm laying in my bed. I don't wake up because I wasn't really asleep, this all happens in a semi-conscious state, it's weird and it never happened before.

I'm basically falling into myself, this sounds like a metaphor for something.

Hurray for Decay

Oh, and I just found an Edward Gorey kind of artist:
Pachyderme
All... In french!

Could Keep On Forever

Ahh, look at my latest great idea, never though before by the human race, so great it makes your head spin around, it's big big big, but hard to accomplish successfully.

Making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
so on...
so forth...

I Wish They Would Just Fly Away

I'm trying hard to kill a fly that is flapping its wings near my Mac. I'm clapping away into the atmosphere. I'm missing again and again, which makes me look like an asshole giving a random applause to something. Maybe I'm applauding my failed attempt of squashing the little bugger.

Someone is laughing hard outside, as if this person knows I'm here very occupied being owned and humiliated... Crazy, stupid, mischievous flies.

Why are they attracted to this Steve Jobs creation?
Mac heat? Is it different from Windows heat?
Should we make a test just to check this theory?

We Can't Live Without Public Waterclosets

I was talking to a friend of mine and we ended up reaching a strange, curious question.
She said that when she was slightly drunk, and went to the bathroom, peeing usually makes her feel a little more sober. It makes her feel better and more conscious.
I never though of that, but I wrote it down in my notebook so I could make a little research. Thet reminder note was later found by another friend, while we were enjoying lunch, completely out of context: "Does going to the bathroom makes you more sober".

I made my research but I could only find unverified answers, here was one I found interesting, because it was the only one that talked about loss of alcohol through urine:

We lose about 5% of alcohol through urine. I think that the feeling of urination just frees our minds to think on other things and relax but no major "sobering affect is realized. As soon as you consume alcohol, it enters the bloodstream. The Blood-Brain layer is the lining of epithelial cells that lie near the blood capillaries. Alcohol enters this layer within 30 seconds from its entry into the blood. When this happens, it interferes with nerve cell communication, blurs your vision and disrupts your speech. Five percent of alcohol that was absorbed by the blood gets out of the body through urine. Alcohol interferes with the release of vasopressin, a hormone that aids the kidneys in conserving fluid in our body by concentrating the urine expelled. The average time taken for the expulsion of alcohol via urine is 20 minutes. But long term use of alcohol upsets the fluid balance in our body resulting in the clogging of waste within the body which in turn proves to be the cause of renal failure, heart attacks and brain damage.

Vuuuuuuuuuuush!!!!

Sometimes my mood wave becomes a tsunami.
And, in times like that, I just want to do
EVERYTHING

Fat is Good

When I eat my slice of bread,
I like my butter well spread:
It has to fill
its entire surface.

Isn't it sad?
Without butter till the borders.
A buttered bread will
always be useless

Look At All Those People

When I'm Thirsty I Drink Coffee

For me there is really nothing that compares to drinking a cup of cappuccino in the evening, especially when it’s cold. It’s not the taste, it’s the whole process of choosing a cup, waiting for the water to boil, pouring it in the cup and mixing everything with a spoon.

Then I sit, I have to be seated because I feel that drinking while standing it’s a waste of good coffee, I can’t quite explain it but it is not fulfilling when it’s drank like that.

I really enjoy choosing a cup, it has to be an interesting cup, not pretty, I mean, yes but it is not essential, it just has to provide some kind of feeling, a vintage feeling, an old feeling, a nostalgic feeling, a contemporary feeling.
Here in my country house we have a lot of different cups:
The white ones with green dots (not really white, now they are more like yellowish, time doesn’t always heal). Most of them have a crack somewhere. They give me a nostalgic feeling, strange is I’m remembering a life I never had, the life of my father and his siblings while they were children. All I know comes from silly anecdotes and family friends’ stories.
The white tall ones that have very thick clay body. They make me feel cosy and rustic, they remind me of tavern hot chocolate mugs in cold winter, the thick body of the cup allows me to grab it with both hands. I love to curl on the sofa like a child and grabbing it close to my mouth as I take small sips while watching something on tv, preferably with rain and thunder outside.
The thin rounded yellow ones with a children’s book illustration on them. My least favorite, what I like more about them is their interior. They have a smaller base so when I make my coffee in them it always looks more than on the other mugs because the same quantity reaches a taller point. They are the best to be microwaved.
The colored low tea cups. I don’t like tea so every tea cup is a coffee cup for me. They are very bright and colorful, look brand new and make me feel chic and french, they are the most suited to be sided with buttered toasts, it is a typical full breakfast cup!

I don’t like drinking coffee in glass except café au lait in tall tube glasses. Nor in plastic cups, I consider it pure murder!
How can one little kitchen utensil provide such exquisite pleasure?

But Home is Always... Home

Clickie here :)

France Put a Smille Upon My Face

Oh Wait! The Madness!

Can't go away without describing what happened to me yesterday. I had one of the worst nights of my life in terms of sleep, but one of the best Nature shows ever. Nature doing its best 12 consecutive hours, a sight to see, I'm afraid I'm terribly delighted by thunder storms.

The thunder began around 7 p.m and I was blown away, every 20 seconds I saw a fluorescent zig-zag line cross the sky, an electricity root, I stood paralyzed staring at the darkness.

I went to sleep at 1 a.m... Or so I though! The storm didn't stop, explosions of sound bursting everywhere. I felt one hitting our house's lightning rod, I curled in bed. Suddenly, the lamp on my bedside table made a sound and light sparks came out of the socket, it flashed near my head and if I wasn't half asleep I would certainly have screamed or made an identical pointless sound.

Amazing! Dangerous! But Danger is always so fascinating!
And here I am writing on the living room's carpet. Hearing more thunder, could this be happening again?

Dear Tita

If you are reading this, I updated.