fell asleep again in front of MTV, countin down at the bottom

My big accomplishments planned for my day off today: purchasing a blender for smoothie & protein shakin', a new, more spacious poopbox for monsieur poopoohead, ze laundry, not buying a new dress like previously anticipated because who the hell feels like even attempting trying on dresses on the first day of your (COUGH) more progress on short story with illustrations (more illustration practicing!) maybe drinking some whiskey to keep myself from whining about the first day of my (AHEM) and maybe, just maybe, some fun unplanned events will occur as well, like making plans to go see Robyn in June with Chris.



PS: WHAT A CREEPY DREAM LAST NIGHT.

Mr. Rudy Eugene

 

Aaaaaalright, everybody can calm down. oh I know, how exciting, we've seen our first overly publicized cannibal telephone'd all over the social bloggosphere, but let's be honest with ourselves, we knew it would happen somewhere as loco as Miami... heat, bad acid trip, and 'excited delirium' sounds like the perfect recipe for some face nomming. Certainly doesn't sound as terrifying as THESE. (my bowels hurt.) 

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 Edit: 5/31, 10:15pm: 

 On the Saturday morning before he would make headlines for chewing off a man’s face –– before he would come to be known tragically as the “Miami Zombie”–– Rudy Eugene held his Bible and kissed his girlfriend goodbye.
Eugene’s on-again, off-again girlfriend said he woke her up at 5:30 a.m. to say he was going to meet with a “homeboy.” She said she found it strange he was rummaging the closet so early in morning. He didn’t name the friend or say where he was going.
He planted a kiss on her lips and said, “I love you.”
Shortly after, he left the central Broward apartment he shared with her.
“I told him be safe and I love you too. When he walked out the door I closed it, locked it and went back to sleep,” said the girlfriend, who spoke to The Miami Herald on Wednesday but asked that her name not be disclosed. She said that she thought it unusual that he was leaving the house so early, but didn’t press him on it.
An hour after he left, Eugene called her cell phone. “He called me and told me his car broke down. He said, “I’ll be home, but I’m going to be a little late. Then he said, I’m going to call you right back.” That was the last time Eugene’s girlfriend heard from him.
Around noon Saturday, she said she felt uneasy. She got into her car to search for Eugene, thinking he might still be stranded somewhere. She drove through North Miami and Miami Gardens, familiar neighborhoods Eugene frequented to visit with friends and family.
“I was worried. I couldn’t do anything. I just kept calling the phone,” she said. “I left messages saying, ‘Rudy, call me, I’m really worried.’”
She said Eugene never told her where he was going that morning, and she was surprised to hear reports that he’d been in South Beach in the hours before he attacked a homeless man, Ronald Poppo.
As a matter of fact, she said, the previous day he told her he didn’t want to go to South Beach because of the heavy police presence for Urban Beach Week. Eugene, who had been arrested in the past for possession of marijuana, told her he didn’t want to get arrested.
By Saturday evening she still had not heard from the man she calls “my baby, my heart.” She turned on the TV to watch the late night news and heard an unreal story: A nude man near the Miami Herald building pounced on a homeless man, chewing off his face. The man with pieces of flesh hanging from his teeth was shot dead by police.
“I thought to myself, ‘Oh my God, that’s crazy,’ she said. “I didn’t know that it was Rudy.”
All day Sunday she placed phone calls to friends asking if they’d seen Eugene and again she searched North Dade streets for her boyfriend.
At 11 a.m. Monday she got the call from a member of Eugene’s family.
The caller shouted terrible news into the phone: “Rudy’s dead, Rudy’s dead.”
“I immediately started to scream,’’ she said. “I don’t know when I hung up the phone, I was hysterical.”
But it was not until the afternoon, when she left her home to grieve with the rest of Eugene’s family in North Miami Beach, that she heard even worse news: The man everyone was calling the Miami Zombie was her boyfriend.
Her reaction: Utter disbelief. “That’s not Rudy, that’s not Rudy,” she remembered saying aloud in shock.
 “I’ll never be the same,” she said.
The man being depicted by the media as a “face eater” or a “monster” is not the man she knew, she said. He smoked marijuana often, though had recently said he wanted to quit, but he didn’t use stronger recreational drugs and even refused to take over-the-counter medication for simple ailments like headaches, she said. He was sweet and well-mannered, she said.
Eugene’s girlfriend has her own theory on what happened that day. She believes Eugene was drugged unknowingly. The only other explanation, she said, was supernatural — that someone put a Vodou curse on him. The girlfriend, who unlike Eugene is not Haitian, said she has never believed in Vodou, until now.
“I don’t know how else to explain this,” she said.
She and Eugene met in 2007. While in traffic on a Miami street, Eugene pulled up next to her car and motioned for her to roll down her window.
She did. “I thought he was cute. I shouted out my number to him and he called me right then. We clicked immediately.”
Their five year- relationship hit rocky points over the years, and they would separate for months at a time, then reunite again. She said their problems were mostly “communication issues.”
She said Eugene worked at a car wash and wanted to own his own business some day.
During their time together, she said, Eugene would sit on the bed or on the couch in the evenings with her to read from his Bible. He carried it with him just about everywhere he went, she said, and often cited verses to friends and family.
“If someone was lost or didn’t know God, he would tell them about him,’’ she said. “He was a believer of God.”
She cries often, she said. Eugene’s clothes and shoes are still in her closet.
“Something happened out of the ordinary that day. I don’t want him to be labeled the Miami Zombie,” she said. “He was a person. I don’t want him to go down like that.”
He was never violent around her, she said.
But according to police records, Eugene became violent at least once in his past and was arrested on battery charges. In 2004, he threatened his mother and smashed furniture during a domestic dispute, according to records from the North Miami Beach Police Department.
The police report says Eugene “took a fighting stand, balled his hands into a fist” and threatened one of the officers who responded.
Police had to use a Taser to subdue him.“Thank God you’re here, he would have killed me,” Eugene’s mother, Ruth Charles, told officers, the police report says. She told the officers that before they arrived, her son had told her, “I’ll put a gun to your head and kill you.”
On Wednesday, Charles said that despite the incident, she and her son had a warm relationship.
“I’m his first love...he’s a nice kid...he was not a delinquent,” she told Miami Herald news partner CBS-4 at her Miami Gardens home.
Charles told the station she was speaking up for the first time to defend her dead son.
“Everybody says that he was a zombie, but I know he’s not a zombie; he’s my son,” she said.
She said the man who ate another human being’s face was just not the son she knew.
“I don’t know what they injected in him to turn him into the person who did what he did,” she said, making the motion of someone putting a syringe into the crook of her arm.
A friend of Eugene’s since they were teenagers told The Herald on Wednesday that Eugene had been troubled in recent years.
Joe Aurelus said Eugene told him he wanted to stop smoking pot, and that friends were texting Eugene Bible verses.
“I was just with him two weeks ago,”’ he said. They were at a friend’s house watching a movie and Eugene had a Bible in his hand.
“He was going through a lot with his family,” Aurelus said, and jumping from job to job.
“Rudy was battling the devil.”
Miami Herald staff writers Elinor J. Brecher and Scott Hiaasen contributed to this report.
(SOURCE:  http://www.miamiherald.com/2012/05/30/2824778_p2/girlfriend-face-eating-man-was.html)

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this is a bad attitude free zone.

 

check yours at the door.

looked at life from both sides now

no, you're not alone... you're in our talons now and we're never letting go

mow-mow

apparently when we were parted by mileage, Maverick laid where I slept. he is notoriously known to geek the hell out. 

my eight years of soccer paid off --- we play stealthy moves against each other.

toothbrush talk

(gown with backwards words to others, reflected in mirror)

"God, I used to hate that nightgown. 

Other people have to look at it,
but they can't read it."  

"That's the point.

Self-affirming."

"Well, so you really need

that written on your chest?
You don't already know it?"

"No, I don't already know I'm a 

precious 

wondrous

special

unique 

divine
rare 

valuable 

whole
sacred 

total 

complete 

entitled

worthy and deserving person.

I don't know that." 

(not quite) back from outerspace

Still completely jet-lagged... my flights were delayed and re-booked due to tropical storms in North Carolina. Leaving my dad at the airport in Bradley, we both were super sad, but at the same time, so jazzed that I really seem to have my head in the game (of Life!) totally positron. Did get to spend my layover in Charlotte talking with a 28 year old lady from Savannah at an eatery drinking a couple beers and catching a bite to eat at the bar... laughing and gabbing away, and a really cool Scorpio in her fifties sat down and joined in - bought us a round of shots... and were all off to our planes afterwards. Didn't get home and settled in till 1:30am and probably caught a mere three hours to begin the daily grind anew after five days of peaceful, easy feeling.

homeward bound

after five fabulous days in the northeast, its time to be southern bound.

b-l-i-s-s-f-u-l

I'M HOME IN SOUTHWICK, MASS AND IT IS BEAUTIOUS!
missed the north so much. perfect weather, lush scenery, HILLS, ahhhhh.

dammit!

"Marjorie? Never heard of her!"

plans, plans, everywhere a plan

my constantly evolving revolutionary idea to relocate to Chicago in the near future is slowly solidifying (either Nov, Dec, after the new year, after the next snowbird season, not sure yet) saving up enough to cover a few months rent at the very least, because I've got a lot of catching up to do in my midwestern homeland... already have childhood friends excited at the prospect! get to visit my relatives BY MYSELF (ooh) and you know, live my life finally, really and truly, for myself. [don't bother entertaining the idea that any of this has to do with you, you moved to the one city I stood in countless times growing up - from the highest points of two of the tallest skyscrapers - legit telling myself I'd end up there, in my neverending quest of defending freedom of speech --- so have at that, awkward Connecticut boy. and stay away from me.]

anyways. dialogue between my mother and i, upon reacting to such a doe-y wide-eyed scheme:

Mother: Talk to me about your plans...at least we have good friends who live/work there....they can be on the lookout for nice affordable areas for you to live. And (had to throw this in)...hoping you look into going back to finish college. [my own sidenote: watch out, if you know my mom you'll be forced into extra workload, *drumbeats after a joke*]


Muah: I'll do whatever I can afford to do, and what I think I can handle, when I can handle it. It's called my life for a reason, and I'm not going to feel guilted into doing something I don't know if I can afford, or have a hard time believing in anymore (working at Central's newspaper allowed us to uncover all the hidden fucked up truths about it, and that every college is just all about the money.) it would have to be a super special institution in my eyes at this point, and if they were willing to help me out financially in some way (or even working on the campus) to NOT have a giant student debt, then yes, maybe I would consider. It just isn't the right climate at the moment. I can't throw myself into school when I've been barely able to write anything. A lady who wrote a book to help writers with writers block had a block for 14 years. I pushed myself hard in school from the very beginning to the very end, and unfortunately, I sunk myself my last semester. Mom, I'm not trying to be an ass, but we're very similar in the sense that we have ideas that roll off the tongue easily and sound doable instantly, but the reality of things, are...well... the reality of things! Every right-minded person knows this country is fucked and unfortunately need all the green to stay afloat, and having had sunk, need to build up more to stay up and out of the water. I need to save money. Because really? After having kicked my ass for the longest time, I would like to enjoy life a bit, live with my rent paid for a few months, take some improv classes, visit old friends and family back where I grew up, and do things that make ME happy. Hopefully I meet like-minded people who want to create and whistleblow the shit out of all the royal pains in the asses that are MAKING OUR LIVES SO DAMN DIFFICULT in the first place!

Mother: I totally understand and hear your frustration, and agree that it's your life, and that you need to save up some money. I'm not trying to argue with you...just hoping that you go to finish at some school for something that you really want to do. Chicago is fine...you'll be closer to your aunt & uncles & grandmother & cousins. And I'm sure you can get more grants than loans (like the Pell Grant) to finish out a degree...be it journalism or if you fancy something else. When you get to it...when you can handle it. Forget the past now...stay in the present...and work towards your future. That's all. Love, Mom.

I'm just a giant goofball, and that's how I'll always be.... so there. World. That's it. Signed, me.

time waits for no one.

going to listen to the soulful and take pictures of the early stages of the supermoon by my lonesome.

R.I.P MCA

Today we lost a great musician and activist... my favorite Beastie, Adam Yauch aka MCA. Our generation was born singing their late 80's hits (like a video of my brother when he was four or so running around our small house in Ohio screaming Fight for your Right) very tragic loss to throat cancer at the age of 47. (there are those who smoke like chimneys that I wish wouldn't... really....) when I texted Chris about it, he said we should erect a Brass Monkey in his honor. Dunno about the brass part, but sculpey clay painted a brass color may work!

it seems to me they be on the same team

US, UK, France, Spain and Portugal, Germany, Slovakia, China, Palestine, Kosovo, Ghetto World (which is most of us now) --- STAND UP!

a tip'of-the-merlot, to you!

this represents my mood right now: SOOO GOOD!

kitty window sleepover with robot and elle the elephant

my cute lil' sir, being a lil' sleepy sillyhead.

Maverick has a thing for mavericking around the house, finding mischief... he's like a young boy playing in the garage with a broom thats supposedly a lightsaber, thus he's also been dubbed: George Michael.