jazz hands.

i think i found my new favorite place to hang out. it's a mcmennamin's bar called six arms and they have kick ass beer, a laid back atmosphere and a-MAH-zing (penny from happy endings, anyone? no? no? ok. fine. whatever.) a-MAH-zing cajun spiced tater tots which everyone knows is a part of a complete and balanced diet. and before you say anything, yes, i've been here for a while and yes, i have been drinking since i arrived. but you can relax, mother. i have been pacing myself because of this jerkoff of an ear infection(s). plural. mother nature is playing a game with me and she does not fuck around. it's been almost two months. i swore i wouldn't but it may be time to go van gogh - homegirl needs to know that i don't play around either.

though if i did cut off my ears in an otitis media induced rage, i'd only be hurting myself and the new slash old musical artists i've finally come to embrace. i'm talking specifically of jazz artists. yes. jazz. or as speakers of my native tongue would say, "yazz". how did this happen? well. it started slowly and benignly enough with a mild obsession with ella fitzgerald. (and by mild, i mean, extreme. that woman is god as far as i am concerned.) and then it rocket-manned into a full blown addiction with artists such as oscar peterson, wynton marsalis and thanks to my friend ryan, charles mingus. what the eff, man? it's like i don't even know who i am anymore. all day i want to listen to thelonious monk. occasionally i throw in some blues from john lee hooker to switch things up, but jesus! it's like the person who dyed her hair blue and listened to tool and pierced her lip against her mother's wishes doesn't even exist anymore!

some things have remained the same at least. for one, my love of drums. i am going to buy THIS before the next year's end. and for two, my love of puppies. only 68 more days until i get one of my own. fairly certain his name will be otto. as in otto from a fish called wanda. or eric. as in eric idle from monty python. good god, i'm obsessed with that quintet. no wonder i never get laid.

with that, here is your found item of the day: