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wWednesday, September 15, 2004


I'm having the weirdest day in the library today. There was a man on the payphone behind me in the corner as I sat on the computer and listened to his conversation.

"Hi? I need help. I haven't had a job in two years and I went through my life savings. I need to talk to someone.

Yes. Depression.

Can't I see someone before October 1st?

No? Okay, Bye."

-click-

"Hi? I need help..."

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Now I am sitting next to a military man, a slacker is sitting a seat over next to him wearing camouflage pants.
"Are you in?"
"No."
"Then why do you wear them?"
"They're comfortable."
"I've been wearing them for six months over in Iraq. They're not so comfortable."

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Strange things are amuck at the Circle K. Too much tension in here, so thick you could cut it with a knife. I kept checking the back of my head, thinking the poor distraught man on the phone was gonna go postal on us as I sat here and updated my blog without a care in the world. I should have cares. All these people around me care. I have put off caring for awhile. It hurts too much when you care.

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I updated Jybil the film blog today.


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wWednesday, September 08, 2004


A Tribute to Pain

Pain is real when you get other people to believe in it.
If no one believes in it but you, your pain is madness or hysteria.
-Naomi Wolf

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
-Dorothy Parker

If I had to choose between pain and nothing I would always choose pain.
-William Faulkner


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I missed the North Shore on monday.
Did anyone tape it for some strange reason??
Yeah, shannon doherty was on it.
Sometimes i really do love me some bad TV.

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This made me sad. The origin of the universe splatted in the desert.

After three years in space, the capsule returned but the parachute didn't open.
Perhaps someone/something out there doesn't want us to know The Truth...

This six-year Genesis project cost $260 million:
"The capsule held billions of atoms collected from the solar wind during a
mission that was designed to reveal clues about the origin and evolution
of the solar system."


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so...what should i say today, except that i absolutely had too much fun this weekend.
today, this lady needs a definite break.

two things that made me laugh today, seeing how i haven't checked email in weeks:

I. "JOKE: To beat the summer heat I shaved my balls. Now it looks like my penis is balding.
If my penis gets a beer belly and razor burn, we'll be twins!" -tv head kev

II.


other than that, it's time i officially settled down and rejoined the workforce again.
it's been a great summer, folks. one i will definitely always remember.
i was in dallas last week babysitting my nephews, and i tell you what,
they are the darned cutest things that i can handle in 3-year-old form.

so anyway, met some new people this weekend, hung out with some old friends,
had some great conversations and introspections, and probably proceeded
to get a little too day drunk a couple of times this labor day weekend.
but hey, i had to take a break from all my labor, right?

yesterday, i walked to the comic book store that's right by my house.
thought of my good ol' pal BigSleep666 that i haven't talked to at all recently.
i haven't even read his blog lately cuz i'm really never online anymore.
but anyway, if you out there have any inkling of a fondness for box office movies such as Spider-Man,
Captain whatever, and especially such great ones as American Splendor and Ghost World,
check out the original graphic novels at your local comic book store Austin Books.
New comic books are usually delivered on Wednesdays, but Labor Day offset this weekly event
until Thursday this week. I hope you can contain your anticipation.

I learned a new word this week:

Main Entry: quaff
Pronunciation: 'kwäf, 'kwaf
Function: verb
Etymology: origin unknown
intransitive senses : to drink deeply
transitive senses : to drink (a beverage) deeply
- quaff noun
- quaff·er noun

Seeing how often i frequent the bars, i ought to have known this little word.
Thank you to Merriam-Webster Online for all my quick definition look-ups.

Does somebody want to write my resume? Anyone? Yes?! Thank you very much.

This is what I think of resumes: HEY! THIS IS ME! I'M GREAT I'M GREAT I'M GREAT. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LEARNING ABOUT ME RIGHT NOW?! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. THESE ARE JUST WORDS ON PAPER. WORDS.

Interviews. Well that's like 'dating' in the working world. And I hate dating. Dating is like interviewing. People pretend they're greater than they are, have no flaws, and that you should want to be with them more than they want to be with you. Same thing..."Why should I hire you?" "Why should I work for you?"

I wish somewhere it would all tally up somehow. You know, like no guesswork. What would life be like without guesswork? You know, you just offer your bloodtype, zodiac sign, and IQ or something, and they just say yes or no. You have a hard salary range and benefit requirements and it's all matched up somewhere in some big computer. Perhaps that's socialism and I should watch what I'm saying, as Big Brother is reading my blog
right this very second. Shit, I'm going down. I did watch some of the Republican National Convention...and then continued to watch how Jon Stewart chopped it down afterwards. Man, if Jon Stewart were a woman, he'd be me. Now, i don't really know what that means. but i don't think it's even supposed to make sense.

I showered today. And washed my hair. It's a big day for Jill.

I correctly knew the difference between a simile and a metaphor,
AND I correctly guessed two trivial pursuit questions.

I got a CD in the mail from my friend Luna today, and it made me very, very happy.
But no, I have not listened to it yet.

I am currently at the library, and my one-hour computer time is almost up. Glad to know there are people in the world out there (you are still all out there, aren't you??) and if anyone has a job for me, it's time.
I'll sell my soul to the devil capitalism for another few more years.

Maybe I should work with kids...and keep their eyes open to the world around them.


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