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Monday, July 27, 2009

What's In Your Mole Skin?
or random tidbits from a fractured mind committed to scraps of paper scattered around the room, in pockets, in books...

Okay, so I'll admit I'm not the best housekeeper..HAHAHahahaha!! Even I couldn't say that with a straight face.

I am the WORST housekeeper. For real. I...HATE...TO...CLEAN!! Now that's not to say I don't like a clean house. I do. I just stink at the actual act of sanitizing. I can alwaysalwaysALWAYS find an excuse to get out of the tedious task.

That said...

I was cleaning our bedroom (yeah, how about that?) when I ran across all of these little strips of paper with random thoughts, observations and ideas for this here blog or my facebook/twitter status. The worst is when I'm in the car. I scribble all sorts of things... band names, new songs, vacation ideas...on whatever writing receptacle may be at hand. Odd how I seem to get the most inspiration while driving and unable to write things at length, because of the whole having-to-pay-attention-to-the-road thing. In classic Murray fashion, I put them on my dresser to wither and die a long, painful death without using their inspiring words in an attempt to entertain.

Some of them are actually amusing. Let's take a look-see at the pile o' scraps...

First up: Sodomy J. Balltickle

Ah, yes. That was a fantastic made-up bawdy name uttered by Jon Stewart about ... oh, six months ago!?! (You see how I keep things? It's an illness in need of a 12-step program)

Moving on:
Here's a sheet with four completely unrelated scribbles.
A list of the four words in the English language ending in "dous". Do you know what they are? Here's a hint: one of them is hazardous. and (which I actually did talk about, I believe. Website K-Schnikes recommended.)
But wait, there's more on this sheet: SXSW (3/12-21) Music Badge $550 thru 9/26
And lastly, a note about writing about all my scraps of paper, etc...fittingly scribbled on this scrap of paper.

*Pineapple sage ? (I guess I saw it in someone's garden. Don't know if I want it for ours or...what.)

Don Tetto (Columbian on Myspace) and Birds on Wales* (I believe these are bands from this year's SXSW found on a blog which I found interesting at the time. Have I looked them up on MySpace...NO!)

Salim Nourallah "Constellation" new CD "So Down" "The World is Full of People" (The fabulous producer of Rhett's latest has music of his own worth a listen. Have I purchased them on iTunes...again, NO!)

Criminal Mimes Cerebral Flatulence Beer Bong Buoy ?? (Oh wait! A guy at work gave me these for my list of punk-rock band names, which I haven't added to the list. go figure.)

A sad note about my elderly neighbor who passed away. Aw. I'm going to have to actually write about that later.

Two Twitter Very Short Story ideas:
1. The interviewer asked "Where do you see yourself in 5 yrs?" The Reaper raised his boney finger to his chin, paused and said "Management".
2. The Career Counselor said, "So..your job just isn't satisfying anymore." Across the table the Reaper nodded.

The Weiner family: Peter, Fonda, Ivana, Ima, Iva, Harry and Eaton

And lastly:

"They're so fat, they won't stay wrapped... We're not talking about our waitresses." (An actual conversation in reference to a ginormous sandwich wrap we bought at the cafeteria. Thought that would make a great slogan for sub shop.)

This plethora of posthumous papyrus brings me to my next point. You may have picked up on the fact I belly ache about stupid crap. My latest being a lament about never having paper around when I need it. Enter Geo, my lovely, pragmatic and ever loving, patient hubby with a solution. A Mole Skin notebook made famous by the likes of Ernest Hemingway and other notable authors.


It's small enough to carry in my purse allowing me to jot at will anytime, anywhere keeping my ideas corralled in one place between the covers of its lovely leather binding. this successful? Let's see what's in my Mole Skin, shall we?

Well, there are actually a half dozen pages of blog/status blurbs which were posted. Not bad. There are set lists from three Old 97's/Rhett Miller shows this summer. And then the back portion is filled with lists of Bands/songs I heard on the radio and books to borrow from the library. Oooo, hey! There's a gift card stuffed in here, too! Bonus!

So I guess the Mole Skin experiment is working out okay.

Now if I can only figure out how keep a pen around...

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