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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

For Gina, Who Talks Me Through Things

Last night while I was standing outside listening to my ginafriend over the phone, I saw something in the sky. It was dark, and slow-moving, and unnaturally big. I guess I was hoping for something to make me shiver, something filled with aliens. But no.

I guess what I mean is, I'd like to be scared by something that isn't real, an object or creature completely external to myself and what exists in this world. Maybe the experience would shock me out of my awkwardness way down in here, where I live. It's rough, sometimes, to be a human.


Blogger ing said...

I can't sleep!

11:51 PM

Blogger Ahvarahn said...

funny. and i often have the alien thought, and i can't sleep either.

1:58 AM

Blogger Mone said...

mhm... are you afraid of spiders?
Just wonder ;)

7:01 AM

Blogger matty said...

sleep. ...big deal.

i can't stop eating.

i feel fat.

fatty fat fat

(and blimps do scare me --- I mean how do they float and what happens if one lands on you)

it is hard to be human, but it is even harder to be me. wait. i'm human, right?

oh, and i've no computer.

6:08 PM

Blogger josh williams said...

That same blimp visits Indy every May it flys, it spends the entire month flying around the Speedway where they have the Indy 500. I do not like this blimp, only because I have not been invited to ride along. If I win the lotto I'm going to buy that damn blimp and ground it for good!
Props to Gina, she good people.

7:06 PM

Blogger purplesimon said...

It reminds me of that Simpsons episode where Homer wins the chance to go up in the Duff Beer blimp. He sings that song:

"Hey there blimpy boy, flying in the sky so fancy free."

Cracks me up. I think it's Lisa the Beauty Queen episode.

On the UFO note, I thought I used to see them a lot when I was a kid, until I realised it was the army training camp about 30 miles away. Shit me up for years though, these orange blogs in the sky at 3am! Not suitable for kids of 4-years old to see!

purplesimon out...

6:34 AM

Blogger ginab said...

You can't, yeesh! If I could locate them, bandits who light fire-bombs--boomers--boobs, I can box them up and send them your way. They'll scare your hands off your wrists, or at least if you're a dog....

And they entertain all night, blasting with surprise.

Or instead I could just not send them.

9:41 AM

Blogger sage said...

Maybe you need to watch the video of the Hindenburg landing. That should make you very afraid. Like Josh, I'd love to have a chance to fly around in a blimp.

4:48 PM

Blogger jungle jane said...

Indeed. Humanness can be tiring.

I usually step on my bathroom scales when i want to frighten myself.

6:36 AM

Blogger Ahvarahn said...

get better
be well

3:22 AM

Blogger ing said...


Can't sleep AGAIN! It's a warm, foggy night. I love San Francisco, the rattling dog collars, the metal gates. I feel safe here.



I'm afraid of snakes, but I'm not afraid of spiders, not really. Although I'd prefer not to have one crawling across my face, I like how spiders hang out in the corners, in the shower. . . they seem like guardians.



It's the curse of the hot cookie.



Gina is the best people ever, and she listens to me, even when I'm distracted and saying nothing!

When I buy my blimp, I'll take you for a spin. You'll love it. We'll float up to Matty's window and spy. He'll be sitting in his armchair, drinking a diet coke and listening to Goldfrapp.



I used to live near a small airport. My brother could identify the planes by the sounds they made, sort of like birders can identify birds by their songs.



Please don't send them. I'm going to read some more Russian lit to help me sleep. The bombs will only distract from the Tolstoy.



You look perfect to me. Give away the scale.

3:29 AM

Blogger ing said...


Thanks for that! It's not so bad being alone when I'm sick. I feel like my friends are looking out for me. It makes being sick kind of fun.

3:31 AM

Blogger ing said...


I missed you! Yes, I've seen the Hindenberg vid. Terrifying and beautiful. Odd.

3:32 AM

Blogger Biff Graybell said...

Hey, I finally learned how to leave a comment!! This story reminds me of a short story by Chuck Palahniuk called "Civil Twilight". Its about how people always have to have something to be afraid of. Well I'm just glad I figure out how to leave a comment, now all I have to figure out is how to put a photo of myself on my profile.

2:03 PM

Blogger ing said...

Hey, Biff, I love your name! Have you ever heard of Chip Bradley?

To everyone else: hop over to Biff's and say hi! He's a really good writer and he reads Amy Hempel.

6:38 PM

Blogger Spinning Girl said...

Ah yes, our eyes are ever skyward.

6:26 AM


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