Name: Luin
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Friday, November 25
At long last...

It has been a season since I've seen or heard from my brother. This is the problem with being related to him. He is brilliant, he is a traveler, he has ethics. My brother is living on a mountain in Honduras helping a small village to thrive.

Today I broke down in tears, because someone he knows sent me pictures of him. He is my beautiful boy...but he so much more than I could ever have wanted him to turn into.

I also got some news about him. He walks four hours each day through the jungle to get to one of his villages - all he wants for Christmas is a machete so that he can cut through easier, his house is across a ravine from the other village, so he goes across on a cord high above he water. He is farming and teaching children how to sing.

I miss him so much.

People often think my brother and I are dating (before they know we are brother and sister). They always say "It's amazing. I wish my kids were as affectionate and loving as you two are." Spend 10 years living in other states, other continents, other worlds, they'll love eachother.


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Friday, November 4
More Cowbell

Oh the hillarity. Mr. Walken, how I love you.

Blue Oyster Cult on Behind the Music (4-9-00)

Announcer: After a series of staggering defeats, Blue Oyster Cult assembled in the recording studio in late 1976 for a session with famed producer Bruce Dickinson. And, luckily for us, the cameras were rolling.

Bruce Dickinson (Christopher Walken): Alright, guys, I think we're ready to lay this first track down. By the way, my name is Bruce Dickinson. Yes, the Bruce Dickinson. And I gotta tell you: fellas.. you have got what appears to be a dynamite sound!

Eric Bloom (Chris Parnell): Coming from you, Bruce, that means a lot.

Buck Dharma (Horatio Sanz): Yeah. I mean, you're Bruce Dickinson!

Alan (Chris Kattan): It's incredible!

Bobby (Jimmy Fallon): I can't believe Bruce Dickinson digs our sound!

Bruce Dickinson: Easy, guys.. I put my pants on just like the rest of you - one leg at a time. Except, once my pants are on, I make gold records. [ the group laughs ] Alright, here we go. "Don't Fear the Reaper" - take one. [ exits into the control booth ]

[ the group begins the song. Bobby slaps the drums, Eric jams his guitar, and Gene bangs on a cowbell. ]

Eric: [ distracted by Gene banging the cowbell ] Okay! Wait! Wait! [ the group cuts off their instruments ] Bruce, could you come in here for a minute, please?

Bruce Dickinson: [ stepping out of the booth ] That was gonna be a great track. Guys, what's the deal?

Eric: Are you sure that was sounding okay?

Bruce Dickinson: I'll be honest.. fellas, it was sounding great. But.. I could've used a little more cowbell. So.. let's take it again.. and, Gene.

Gene Frenkle (Will Ferrell): Yeah?

Bruce Dickinson: Really explore the studio space this time. I mean, really.. explore the space. I like what I'm hearing.

[ the group starts the song again, as Gene bangs more wildly onto the cowbell ]

Eric: Okay, wait! Stop! I'm sorry. Bruce, could you come back in here, please?

Bruce Dickinson: [ stepping out of the booth ] Fellas.. now, we just wasted two good tracks! That last one was even better than the first!

Eric: Well, it's just that I find Gene's cowbell playing distracting! If I'm the only one, I'll shut up.

Buck Dharma: It was pretty rough..

Gene Frenkle: You know, I could pull back a little. If you'd like.

Bruce Dickinson: Not too much, though! Fellas, I'm telling you - you're gonna want that cowbell on the track!

Gene Frenkle: You know what? It's fine. Let's just do this thing.

[ the band starts the song once more, with Gene banging the cowbell right next to Eric's ear ]

Eric: [ stopping the song again, fighting Gene ] Come on, people!

Bruce Dickinson: [ running out of the booth again ] That.. that doesn't work for me. I gotta have more cowbell!

Alan: Don't blow this for us, Gene!

Bobby: Quit being so selfish, Gene!

Gene Frenkle: Can I just say one thing? I'm standing here, staring at Bruce Dickinson! And if Bruce Dickinson wants more cowbell, we should probably give him more cowbell! And, Bobby, you are right - I am being selfish. But the last time I checked, we don't have a lot of songs that feature the cowbell.

Bruce Dickinson: I gotta have more cowbell, baby!

Gene Frenkle: I'll be doing myself a disservice, and everybody in this band, if I don't perform the hell out of this.

Bruce Dickinson: Guess what? I got a fever! And the only prescription.. is more cowbell!

Gene Frenkle: Thanks, Bruce. But I think, maybe if I just leave.. and, maybe I'll come back later, and we can lay down the cowbell. [ starts to leave the studio ]

Bruce Dickinson: Aw, baby..

Eric: Gene, wait! Why don't you lay down that cowbell right now. With us. Together.

[ everyone agrees ]

Gene Frenkle: Do you mean that, Eric?

Buck Dharma: He speaks for all of us.

Gene Frenkle: Thank you.

Bruce Dickinson: Babies.. before we're done here.. y'all are gonna be wearing gold-plated diapers.

Alan: What does that mean?

Bruce Dickinson: Never question, Bruce Dickinson! Roll it! [ exits back to booth ]

Eric: [ ready to lay the complete track down ] 1, 2, 3, 4.

[ the band starts up again. Close-up on Gene as he bangs the cowbell to freeze-frame with graphic: "In Memorium: Gene Frenkle: 1950-2000" ]



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Sunday, October 30
Percival

Let me take this time to tell you about a very important man in my life. Percival is always there for me, under any circumstances. He come over to me, look at me with that cute little look and dance for me. He's the best. Can always count on him to cheer me up.

I love it when he twirls. I love it when he nibbles on my finger. I love it when he goes off, just aimlessly looking around to entertain himself. I really must take a picture ad post it. You'll fall in love just as fast as I did.

Thank you Percy for being perfect. You are the greatest fish ever.

(If anyone is looking for a really wonderful pet, a male betta is beautiful, cheerful will learn to recognize you,and yes, they do dance.)


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Saturday, October 29
Here's what I hate:

I hate men who cant make up their minds. Do they want me (not physically) or don't they. Can they just make up their minds? I fucking hate this hot and cold shit.

I hate men who need to lead women on. If you dont want me, then dont pretend you do. Don't make me think you do. I know I am not a goodlooking girl, you don't need to make me think that there is a chance and then crush my hopes. I get that enough as it is.

I hate people thathave to shove their happiness down other people's throats. I am delighted for you, but am miserable and alone. Don't make me suffer through your happy life.

I hate friends who try to tell you the things you want to hear and not tell you the truth as they see it. If I like someone, dont tell me all the reasons you think they like me. It gets my hopes up and its not fair.

- For the men in my life who dont know what they could have had.


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Saturday, October 15
Beer?

It is almost unanimous. College students like beer. But why? Why beer? Why not the harder alcohols? Why not whiskey? Every shot of whiskey has as much alcohol as any can of beer, just imaging a shot the size of a can of beer. Just imagine how drunk that will get you!! I will never understand that.

I am a Jameson's girl myself. That's right. My irish parents raised me right. Why am I the only person at a party with an arm wrapped around a bottle of good irish whiskey? Why don't I even need to protect my whiskey at parties.

I think it is because students are pussies.


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