an invitation. hey my

an invitation.

hey my new york peeps!
where will you be august 12th and 13th at night?
well, I'll tell you where. you'll be cuddled up with me, and twenty other of your best friends, at a roof party in astoria. that's bloody where. from 2 am to dawn, we'll be watching the Perseid meteors (they come from Pluto!... I think.) and drinking the appropriate succession of alcohols until the wee hours of the morning.
we'll keep you posted.
thanks, matt, for the info.
love,
k

bad, bad, bad hiboux.

bad, bad, bad hiboux.

i am a bad person. i have not updated my site. this is because life is simultaneously dull and hectic, with random interjections of fun (drinking frou-frou drinks with charming j. lynam last night) . Thus, while life is both repetitive and rushed, finding interesting things to tell you demanding people is difficult.
perhaps i will scan some funny animal pictures from the contest here at work to amuse you until such time where i actually have something of value to contribute to the world.
would you like that?
cheers,
k

and a good time

and a good time was had by all.

well, well. hello again. it's been a while. erin and stephanie flew in on thursday like texas tornadoes and we thank them for the gust of hilarity and wacky wild fun they doused us with this weekend. there was a house-warming party, and it was enough like breakfast at tiffany's to make your humble little hiboux a happy chirping owl.

it really was a lovely party, attended with flair by our charming texas folk, bither-bee and smosher, maybo and her handsome friend trevor, the svelte claire and meaghan, max of course, several people named jesse (which through our steph for a loop..), chris "funny man" wiley, our own seastreet with slightly shorter hair, abby and a friend or hers, and a couple other charmers, laughers, and general good-timers. there was flirting (with other people's boyfriends, even! my, my.) there was mystery (that cigarette) there was some drinking, yes yes, and there was, of course, a late night trip to the diner for the last few die-hard party animals. i reiterate: good time, had by all.

other than that, here's are some highlights of the weekend, in relative order of hilarity:
- erin's new nickname is J-Master E. Stephanie remains D-Cup Daniels.
- genevieve is much craftier with a salt shaker than previously known, but krissa is just as gullible as expected.
- max's parents are puppets!
- Brunch, Saturday morning, at Locanda de Buongustaio:
Stephanie: "The airport in Japan, it's on an island, right? And they built this island on, uh.."
Krissa: "Rock and roll?"
- "In Kenya, we have these predatory birds, they're called hawks." - krissa, expounding eloquently on African Exotic Creatures, Coney Island, Sunday.

If you weren't a part of this weekend's high jinks, you missed out.

and now, for all

and now, for all your laughing needs.... "The Wombat Queen's* List of Most Underrated Simpson's Quotes!"

10."Son, when you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get."
9."Now son, you don't want to drink beer. That's for Daddys, and kids with fake IDs."
8."Lisa, if you don't like your job you don't strike. You just go in every day and do it really half-assed. That's the American way."
7."I saw this in a movie about a bus that had to speed around a city, keeping its speed over 50, and if its speed changed, it would explode! I think it was called, 'The Bus That Couldn't Slow Down.'"
6."You couldn't fool your mother on the foolingest day of your life if you had an electrified fooling machine."
5."Stealing! How could you? Haven't you learned anything from that guy who gives those sermons at church? Captain whats-his-name?
4."Marge, it takes two to lie. One to lie and one to listen."
3. "Maybe, just once, someone will call me 'sir' without adding, 'you're making a scene.'"
2."Marge, don't discourage the boy! Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals! Except the weasel."
and the alltime funniest underrated Simpson's Quote - straight from Chief Wiggum himself, IS:
1. "This is Papa Bear. Put out an APB for a male suspect, driving a... car of some sort; heading in the direction of, uh, you know, that place that sells chili. Suspect is hatless. Repeat, hatless."

*Yes. The Wombat Queen. Known to you charlatans as Raychul "The Soul" Giani.

days go by... I've

days go by...

I've been having a lot of quite disturbing dreams of late. Bear with me and tell me if you can detect any glaring Freudian overtones here....
Example: a few nights ago, there was a dream in which a former ex-friend, ex-roommate and general Bora (rhymes with..) developed sexual desire for me (as luiz and mom would say: I told you so...), and I found myself trapped in frightening baby doll head factory, and the Animals of the world were taking their blood-thirsty revenge on humans... and the whole dream was spent trying to escape these various ills (sexual advances from stuck-up former roommate, malicious baby doll heads, ravenous Animals) so that I could meet Max for the ice-skating he'd asked me to join him in.
Then, following night:
Was at another ex-friend's house, embroiled in the middle of a vicious land war between her infamously oft-crazy relatives (you know who I'm talking about), and who should I see in the living room but Marnix, as if he belonged there, and he was looking for me. And I dragged him into a safe room (free of warring simmerings) and tried to explain to him that I had so much to tell him, so much to explain, if he'd only promise he wouldn't leave I'd make everything up to him. But if he was going to leave, or if he was only in my imagination, then I had nothing to justify. Followed that emotional encounter by running into another room and having sex with a total faceless stranger.

My general confusion about these dreams is counteracted by the fact that life could not be moving smoother for me these days (love, work and health triangles are evened out quite nicely, an important equation to balance for general happiness).
So, I just don't understand what dark admonishing demons are trapped in the netherworld of my dreamscapes, trying to tell me something.... that I am afraid of the two ex-friends that roam at the periphery of my life? That I am still angry with them/afraid of their anger towards me? The return of the RI friend from NZ, in mid-July, and the hostile web-bad-mouthing of the ex-roommate, are these items still disgruntling me?
And marnix? That can of worms? recent changes in my love life? Fine, these person-related elements have been accounted for.
But here's the $64,000 question...
what in tarnation do we make of the possessed baby doll head factory? and the Animal revolution?
Perhaps, too much literary consumption of books like Kavalier and Clay, and Wicked, and of late, Carter Beats the Devil.
Any suggestions, comments, snide remarks are welcome on this rather personal tangent for my usually chipper website.
cheers,
krissa