Aggro Femme

So here I am, up at 3:45am when I have to be up at 6am for work.

I had a dream that involved the inhabitants of a nursing home, a very large foot, I mean car-sized, work, my mother, a girl I haven’t thought about in years, and John Travolta. For some reason we all decided to take a tour of some sort of underground aquarium, and there were bengal tiger-sharks and such other weirdness. Apparently we were discussing how we shouldn’t be there over girl-I-haven’t-thought-about-in-years’ loud milk steaming noises, talking about how we’ve found clues that have led us to believe there’s a killer on the loose. Then John Travolta pops up, scaring the crap out of us, and we find out it’s true. Then I wake up. Hi Nature, what’s new.

I finished the book I’ll be reviewing fairly soon, and read some Dylan Thomas. I’m not sure if I want to start Johnny Cash’s autobiography, a novel by Kathy Reichs (she’s the inspiration for a show I watch called “Bones” about a forensic anthropologist) or a Kay Scarpetta novel by Patricia Cornwell. I have so many books going anyway. Annie Dillard, some current affairs thing, Donald Miller, “Manic Depressive Illness and the Artistic Temperament,” which is good, but reads like stereo instructions (five bucks to whomever gets that reference… not really, but c’mon, play anyway).

Let’s try this sleep thing for a few more hours, shall we?

My friend Sari (yes; a real-life geographically proximal friend!) posted a bulletin at Myspace that I stole, filled out, and will X-post here.

Write fifteen statements, intended for different people. Never tell which one is to who- things you’ve always wanted to tell people.
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1. I know you love me, even if you won’t say so.

2. You’re the most amazing man in the world.

3. I’ve read every single one of your posts on LiveJournal.

4. You’re my hero.

5. You and I get along so well because we know we both need our space.

6. I miss you SO MUCH. It still hurts like hell sometimes, even though you’ve been gone almost ten years.

7. I hate what you did to me.

8. You’re self-absorbed. I still love you, even though you’re an asshole.

9. You’re my best friend.

10. I admire you.

11. It hurt me so much to see you that way, that I never saw you. I’m so, so sorry.

12. You weird me out, and that’s a difficult task.

13. I’m sorry.

14. We just can’t talk about anything anymore.

15. You’re wrong.

I dreamt that I was living in a communal house with several children, a few of younger ages, and most were boys of my own age, though in the dream I was somewhere around 12 or 14. The house was set up like a mall, with shops where we all worked. A playground mentality was prevalent, as the boys took every opportunity to express their dislike with me, but I knew they felt exactly and deeply the opposite. I said and did things everyone found most peculiar. I wanted to fly, and they insisted I couldn’t. I wanted to wander off on my own, and each time I did I was told of the trouble I’d be in. I was told I was fat, but the smallest clothes in the “mall” fit me well. None of this phased me. But the weirdest thing was that the younger children were forced to nakedness in hopes that it would help us all concentrate on our humanity, rather than that we were males and females. And I felt the most urgent need to hurry around the “mall” to find clothes for them.

I prefer to analyse my own dreams, so I’ll think on this a bit and see what I come up with. In the mean time all of your analyses are welcome and appreciated.

While this blog isn’t exactly set up for forum-esque discussion, it is highly encouraged.

I updated my movies page with a HUGE list of all the movies that I own, that are in my room at the moment. If I want to add the rest, I will. You have plenty to read as it is. I’ll probably do music next, because books is going to be a terrible chore.

I’ll be posting a couple of book reviews soon as well. They’ll all be published via this main blog, but they’ll be categorized for all you bibliophiles who’d like to just get to the good stuff.

I added a new books page, and will eventually post inventories of my books, music, and DVDs, etc. The books page will include reviews of what I’m reading or have read, lists of books I have, and books you can buy for me. Music and Movies will include the same lists. Get your wallets out.

Also, there’s a very short FAQ about Aggro Femme on the About Aggro Femme page.

What you now see took me FIVE HOURS. Thanks to Hunter for helping me with the script and header image, synapsomatic for the image of the trees itself, and Michael for helping me stretch it over the ugly I-can’t-get-rid-of-the-header thing.

No one ever remembers my birthday.

After six years on the internet, it’s about time.

Welcome to aggrofemme.com.