LURADIO

“it wasn’t the sausage,” they say.

~(in a sweet, patient voice) “hey son, what shape is that?”
“a triangle, dad”
“no shit, wiseass, your mom’s retarded uncle could have told me that. when you answer a question, answer it fully and completely. jesus…close your eyes and go to sleep. you are so much more intelligent when you’re unconscious, cause you know i’d rather be tried by twelve than carried by six. right, i bet you don’t even know what that means…”~

i usually try not to recount my dreams here, cause god knows what they mean (getting my ass kicked by a skunk? what the hell was that one about?) but i was a little shocked that i remembered this one so vividly. i can piece together where each part came from, but still, can’t quite make it out…and i thought you weren’t supposed to have kids in dreams or something(?). regardless, I am in the air right now, flying in an airplane filled with business-types and fellow college students. what a pathetic bunch. i need to get my life together and turn cool with the quizickness and not just be one of these people (oh wow, xanga/livejournal action up hurrr). yeah, cause my boy is going through all kind of ill shit (bad ill shit, not “incurable” ill) and i am *EDIT: NOT* there to help him out. so here i am halfway between home and home, but a couple thousand miles away from home and i get all “thoughtful” cause I am listening to “knuck if you buck,” which can lead to nothing but introspection for a privileged kid. (can i get taken in by homeland security for listening a song that has a OBL simile? jesus i hope not). k, i’m listening to klein mbo now. can’t harm anyone with that, right? it’s dance music, but not of the intelligent variety, so i should be safe. Speaking of intellimusic, or lack thereof, i offer nothing in the way of substantial commentary, but laughed junk should be getting some new songs soon.

next update: probably in a few hours, cause we know what Santa Clarita, California, United States, offers in the way of intellectual stimulation. get ready for links to a grip of sweet quicktime clips of skateboarders doing amazing tings!

p.s. really though, if you see your offspring kicking the seat in front of it, tell it to pull up its pants, wipe the snot, and lean back.

p.p.s. three “its” will be at my house for a coupla days during these holidays. so not down with it.

post flight update: the it that was kicking my seat was actually a grown ass man! shoulda administered some harm, but the last few minutes of the flight were filled with the liveliest of flight attendants showing off the liveliest of chest hair while the liveliest turbulance ever tossed the plane’s salad and it giggled. yuck.

(note: i do not use the term ‘lively’ as a dis.)