Room For Jello

“Here we are as a people proccupied with screwing each other, in more ways than one, and does it bring fulfillment to the soul or happiness? No, it does not.”- Jello Biafra

Just a little link to a video clip from a documentary about one of our favourite spastic ranters.

I often get through days at work by humming (or singing under my breath) "Pull My Strings", "Let's Lynch the Landlord", "Holiday in Cambodia", and other Dead Kennedys tunes. Sometimes I throw in "Karma Police" - Radiohead, or "London Calling" - The Clash, or "Hindsight" - The Headstones. One way to deal with being treated like a retail service robot.

Someday I might tell you about my lifelong fear of landlords. It involves a long set of stories and starts when I was only 2 years old - my second earliest memory is of being evicted. I don't really know what happens to people when they get to be in a position where they can look down their nose at someone and pretty much do all kinds of things to completely screw around with their daily life and existance - but I don't like it. "Renter" is one of those words with the same kind of vibe as "trash" or "welfare".

Presently, you should see the army of earwigs I have in this damp basement. I found one in my showergel scrubbie this morning. I don't know what's worse, roaches or earwigs. I mean, with roaches you can turn the lights out and when you turn them back on, they all have appeared for the party and you can step on them. No, but that's not very veggie is it? Hey, it's been awhile since I did that. But these earwigs, what with the pinchers and climbing in crevices and falling in my kettle and climbing in my cereal box and sitting in the bathtub...did I mention the pincers? The only thing worse I can think of is giant centipedes. I'll take spiders anyday over giant centipedes.