Wednesday, June 07, 2006 What happened to her body?
My housemates began work on a vegan human head made of seitan a few days ago, and yesterday we barbecued it in a backyard ceremony to commemorate the date. Jane and I decided, based on the ancient song, that it was "The Teacher's Head", even though nobody in the house has any teachers anymore.
A record of a black mass played in the background. For some reason, it included a musical interlude of "The Stars and Stripes Forever", which I know as another ancient song, "Be kind to your web-footed friends". It was very sinister, but not as sinister as the head itself. The barbecue sauce with which Josh basted it pushed it over the edge from an amusing concept to an object, actual and gross.
Evil was big all over yesterday. On the way in to work Tracy and I had heard that some schools had added extra security "Due to rumors on MySpace.com." Without dear old MySpace, morning radio news would just have to go off the air, because what the hell else could they possibly talk about? Iraq? They should just rename that whole darn country Bummerville. It's just not appropriate for the morning news, seriously.
So, this morning Tracy and I got out of bed early (although not as early as we'd intended) and drove out to Skateland for a morning news appearance with the roller derby league. Fox TV, no less. Fox 5 in DC.
Since 6:00 AM is a punishing time to head to the rink (unlike 6:00 PM [doors at 5:00] this Sunday. Tickets onsale now! Halftime show sponsored by Oh! Said Rose featuring Trixie Little and the Evil Hate Monkey and the Hampden Charm School Cheerleaders! That is a GREAT time to go to Skateland, and to buy a t-shirt.), attendance was low, and as time went by, more and more of the skaters had to leave. Eventually, it was me, Cheeta Torpeda, and Betty Beatdown trying to move fast and spread out so that we looked like fourty people. Justice Feelgood Marshall--America's Referee had to do his best to like seven refs. He also had to jump over the newscaster and another ref (both at once) on his skates, on camera. Pulled it off like it wasn't no thing.
Me, I'd had a crying fit in the parking lot beforehand, because, because, because, because....I'm going fucking insane. At the bare minimum, I'm going to be spending 19 hours of this week skating, coaching, or going to comittee meetings. Last week it was a triflin' 14, but of course, that doesn't count the 1,000 hours a week I spend on the fucking yahoo groups that all of roller derby relies upon for announcements, planning, and all the discussion that just can't until comittee meetings. I mean, seriously, Yahoo groups? Are we animals? Evidently. posted by Frenz | 6/07/2006 10:30:00 AM
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