pets
I’m babysitting for Susanna’s cat while she’s away for the weekend. Wow. her cat (Ella) makes Moz look like the easiest cat on earth to deal with! Ella is like 90 years old, she has 3 legs, has kidney problems, is mostly incontinent yet suffers from both diarrhea and constipation, has no teeth and barfs a lot. Other than that, she seems like a pretty sweet feline!
Susanna’s house is really awesome–she’s a total neat-freak, so everything in the house is meticulously arranged and tastefully presented. Sometimes I think I’d like to have a place like that, but then I realize that I’m a total freaking heinous slob, and I find clutter somewhat comforting sometimes. It’s kind of funny, people at work think I’m a neat freak because i’m always cleaning the counters, wiping down the de-magnetizers and all sorts of anal-retentive stuff like that. I can’t explain it– I think it’s an OCD thing. When I’m at the counter, I don’t want to see dirt and fingerprints (the countertops are red formica and look nasty easily). The magnet blocks we use to un-do the theivery protection devices are ancient bricks of textured beige plastic with decades of dirt and grime caked into the nooks and crannies. After a day of de-magnetizing things, they are streaked with black dirt. Personally, the sight of dirty beige plastic really depresses me; I’ve worked in many shitty offices, and they are always furnished with beige accessories. Why is all office equi[pment beige? Is it supposed to be a neutral tone that is un-offensive? I find beige very offensive. It’s bland and lame. it’s like the lack of color. I remember being totally, deeply offended when a friend of my mother said she had me pegged as a “navy blue and beige kind of person” when trying to guess my favorite colors. AAAUUUGGHHHH!!! She was knitting everyone throw rugs, and if I had to step on navy blue and beige, I’d probably go insane. Colors are very important in my world.
Have some colors:
I think as a whole, Americans are pretty colorless. Americans don’t seem to like bright colors very much. Maybe it has something to do with the uptight WASPy culture that dominates. It probably stems from the same place in the gut as the dislike of dance music. Seriously, mention dance music to anyone, and they’ll pretty much always scoff. Dance music isn’t taken seriously at all, it’s gay Eurotrash shit. Americans love their cock rock. I find this really ironic since rock and roll was invented for, and most popular music has been about dancing for centuries. It’s only when the self-important Baby Boomers took over in the late 60s with their narcissistic inward-looking wank rock that all that started to change. Damn you, Jim Morrison! “American Poet” my ass!
