tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30075902009-02-21T01:10:36.065-08:00I like long walks, especially when they're taken by people who annoy me. ~Fred AllenVoodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1044125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1149731854579372452006-06-07T18:53:00.000-07:002006-09-10T01:07:34.906-07:00

I've moved, kids. If you need directions to the new crib, email me.One! VDC

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When you hear a random popping noise that happens, not just one, but a few, and then hear another round of popping noise in a different pitch, and finally you hear police/ambulance sirens, it means that someone near your house was shooting a gun at someone else and someone else shot back.It's sad that I know that.It's sad that it happens at least once a night.VoodooUpdate: Told you.

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In a few days comes the opportunity to vote. It also is my opportunity to do some time for jury duty. Civic responsibility time, kids. So if you'd like to know, I'm a big fan of doing my part. But lately it's more like doing little things in the name of the big thing, and I'm debating if that's even enough to satisfy the masses. Once upon a time, I was supposed to be at a sit-in (building

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1149131825669433412006-05-31T20:15:00.000-07:002006-05-31T20:17:05.686-07:00

Okay after reading this I might: Get STUFF Out of Your HouseNot unlike my earlier post, “Editing Your Life,” I’m still obsessing over the ideas of cutting to make space for things that matter. Let’s talk about that in your house. I’ll admit that there’s a recurring theme to this post: DONATE THINGS. THROW THINGS OUT. If you’re the ultimate pack rat, skip this post. * Old clothes- You’re saving

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Now, how do you get to this point? Do you sit and plan it out? Do you let your visually impaired left handed cousin that you never met just have at it? Do you ask for the "Swirly Cone on LSD" Special? Do you give your stylist crack?If you have an idea how this was accomplished, you have to tell me. In the comments.PS: Hello Mini Weekender!PS2: If you give me a great comment, you win this! You

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1148618166085235212006-05-25T21:30:00.000-07:002006-05-25T21:36:06.096-07:00

So I'm at Yuck Mouth, Tootles and the Apostle's house last nite, and was watching Lost, el Season Finale. A few slices of pizza and a wedge of Mud Pie later, yes, THAT Mud Pie, I was shaking my head trying to put all of it together.I won't get into details here at this point, but crap. Now I have to think about it for a few months. WTF. I mean really.At any rate, life is nice these days at the

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1148277468509837602006-05-21T22:55:00.000-07:002006-05-21T22:57:48.520-07:00

Congratulations to Tapatio, Filter, Lil Man, Nani and Zoltan on the completion of their undergraduate degrees. Four years flies by real fast, don't it? It was a pleasure to work with you and definitely a joy to get to know each and every one of you as a member of my family.I'll be back tomorrow with more shizzo for you all. Now that life is easier for me, I can go back to blogging by day ;-)

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WAAAAAAAAAAAALT!DAAAAAAAAAD!I WAAAAAAAAAAAANT MY BOY!DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!1. Michael is a nut.2. Sayid is HOT.3. Jack is a sucka.4. Sawyer is romantic.5. Charlie throws Mary into the ocean.6. Claire feels the love for Charlie.7. Aaron is fat.8. Hurley grows a set.9. Locke is hardcore.That is all.VoodooPS: WAAAAAAAAALT!PS2: Lost Finale Episode will be HAWT. Thanks Tootles for hosting!

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1147757689226181662006-05-15T22:12:00.000-07:002006-05-15T22:35:17.626-07:00

Hello my kitties,I hear the thunder of footsteps returning from senior stumble that tells me that it's almost time for the seniors to graduate. It's only a few short days away, and I'm dealing with a little sadness over it, but hey, if I did my job, they will all fly. If I didn't, I blame someone else. JK. Good luck, class of 2006. I raise my non-alcoholic beverage to you.I'm looking forward to

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Okay, I know none of you watch Lost, which is perfectly fine with me yet not. I have no one to vent to after the show.Last week's episode featured Michael coming back to consciousness (very soap opera, you have to admit), Sawyer grabbin' some hips (that was hawt), and Jack's dad wanting to see his daughter (Claire, is that you?). See, the look on your face is that of WTF or if you're like me you

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Hello all,First off, greetings to Mr. and Mrs. Etchasketch. Congratulations on a wonderful wedding, and may you two embark on a journey that is filled with love, joy and chocolate. Sorry, I like to throw in shit for me too, but that's just where I am with my life. Everyone said I Do, there were plenty of pictures taken, a lot of dancing done, and it was quite lovely to see everyone again!Also,

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1146032380960782532006-04-25T23:00:00.000-07:002006-04-25T23:23:44.266-07:00

Sounds pretty serious, doesn't it. It does make me cry. Seriously. It's not a good thing to have to experience this. It's very sad. I see it so often that I don't know what to do.Flat asses.Yes, flat asses. It's unbelieveable how wack these things look. Here's a picture:Hold on, I just vomited in my mouth.FRESH! Isn't that the saddest thing you've ever seen? The poor saggy bikini bottom. Makes

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1145591544360228512006-04-20T20:33:00.000-07:002006-04-20T20:52:24.443-07:00

I bought a book yesterday - I know, when do I not buy a book - called Post Secret. If you get a chance you might want to check it out. It's about postcards people send this guy...they have secrets printed on them. And they are all kinds of secrets. Happy ones, sad ones, pervy ones.My mom is reading it now. Dad loved my Found Magazines, too. He's next on the must-read list.Anyways, I think I may

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1145423823319116352006-04-18T21:35:00.000-07:002006-04-18T22:17:03.396-07:00

Tonight I ran into a former student. She and I met over 15 years ago when she was a student in high school. Then I followed her to her college, and now I finally got to see her graduate. Now she's a dentist. Successful. Happy. Still looks the same. Life is good like that.BBC. What is the dehttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifal. You know, of course, that many of our hit shows come from across

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1145039898593756422006-04-14T11:37:00.000-07:002006-04-14T11:38:18.606-07:00

I saw this and thought it was hilarious, but then again, I'm on vacay for a day and this is as good as it gets. Now if only I can get a BRL sign that would be extra tight. Voodoo

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1144644749721761632006-04-09T21:18:00.000-07:002006-04-09T22:09:04.786-07:00

Vegas for most people involves serious attempts at frivolity on many different levels. Visitors either strive for excess or just happen to find themselves on the other side of the curve. Rarely are people there just to be there. There's always something to strive for when in Vegas.That being said, I will not in any way shape or form reveal the names and identities of those who went on said trip

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1144052779281411602006-04-03T01:07:00.000-07:002006-04-03T01:26:19.556-07:00

Thank you all so much for your kind reflections on burritos. I know the Silver Bullet has a sacred spot in my heart (as evidenced by my somewhat burrito enhanced cholesterol tests), as it does for so many of you in the world.At any rate, today's lecture's theme is Movements. I know it's Lent, and I'm not that great of a Catholic in the practicing sense, but it's also the beginning of Spring,

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1143446973891951952006-03-26T23:50:00.000-08:002006-03-27T00:09:33.930-08:00

The last few days since my post have been tough; I've been staying after work later than usual (but now that I think of it, those used to be my usual hours), trying to lend moral support to the students who were putting on a major production. I have found myself wanting to be a part of it all again, listening to the sounds of the theater, the music, the movement, the rush of it all.Despite my

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1143012817991730942006-03-21T23:30:00.000-08:002006-03-21T23:33:38.006-08:00

I am working on a project for a client (sounds cool huh), and I needed to take a break, so I went to grouphug.us. It's a pretty interesting site, and I'm never surprised about the things people will say/do when they don't care who's looking/reading/listening, etc.So I found the funniest farking thing on there. I immediately went to my buddy list to find out who's around so I can share it with

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1142923716979852852006-03-20T22:40:00.000-08:002006-03-20T22:48:36.983-08:00

Spring break is over and the kids are all back. It's nice to see them, honestly. This place is a farking ghost town when they're not here. But then again, everything shuts down when they're not here. It's not like we don't eat food or go to the bookstore when they're not here. Bastards.Anyways. I remember going to college so many years ago, and I LOVED spring break. It inevitably came when you

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1142715692368906902006-03-18T12:59:00.000-08:002006-03-18T13:01:32.396-08:00

Hi all,I'm struggling with leaving Blogger right now...I'm thinking to try a new blog engine that gives me a little more options. But it's hard, as you know I am a brand whore, to leave someone who's been good to me for so long and just up and leave.Does that sound familiar, bruce leroy?Anyways, here's the deal. I want to leave blogger for moveable type. Any thoughts? Questions? Concerns? I get

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1142314766191233512006-03-13T21:19:00.000-08:002006-03-13T21:39:26.233-08:00

I was eating lunch with Mango at Il Fornaio and we were enjoying ourselves. The food there is always good, and we love fresh bread, what can I say. If you ever get a chance, try the food; I think you'll like it.A family gets moved over to the tables next to us. I noticed that it's the same guy who was waiting by the hostess' table at the front of the house. He looks like the toy thief in Toy

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1142034724447322012006-03-10T15:45:00.000-08:002006-03-10T15:52:04.463-08:00

Well, this is only one, but it's called Cucurrucucú, Paloma and is from the movie "Talk to Her" by Almodovar. I don't know how many of you are into my foreign movie fetish (and to those of you who aren't but like to say they are so you look smart, and you know who you are, PLEASE!), but it's a moving movie that when I hear this song, the tears just flooooooooow.Not really but I'm stifling it back

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Books I'm Reading: Physics of SuperheroesThe World is FlatBooks on Deck: FreakanomicsMagazines to Read: TricycleMovies to Watch: Kinky BootsCacheFireflyShoes I Must Buy: Crocs, Beach in PurpleBornsMusic I Must Buy:Too much to mention. Any recommendations?Where I Want My Next Meals:Ristorante CamponeschiTamarineChez Papa BistrotLust!MacBook ProLove!ParisMango's Lust/Love:El CocheI think that's it

Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007590.post-1141601718759064722006-03-05T15:27:00.000-08:002006-03-05T15:35:18.773-08:00

I don't know about you but I'm kinda over the rain thing. I mean, it's good, right? Rain is a good thing. God knows that we need more liquid to come on down to make sure that our summers are good, that the fire season isn't dramatic, and that our snow pack is fabulous. Those are all things I've learned by watching the news, so make sure you know what you're watching these days, kids. Life is not

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