textbook humor:

"If you stood in direct sunlight on Mercury, you would hear your spacesuit's cooling system cranking up to top speed as it tried to keep you cool. Daytime temperatures can exceed 800F.... If you stepped into shadow on Mercury or took a walk at night, with no atmosphere to distribute heat, your spacesuit heaters would strufflt to keep you warm. The surface can cool to -280F. Nights on Mercury are bitter cold. Don't go to Mercury in a cheap spacesuit."

Seeds, Michael A. The Solar System. 6th ed. Belmont: Thomson Brooks/Cole, 2008. Print.

thanks for the advice.

tx is an artist and poet.

he and i frequent all of denton's coffee houses.

coffee homes.

we always hug, but rarely speak. it's a nice relationship we have. despite our lack of socializing, we typically share a table. i pretend not to notice that he sings under his breathe... but i like it.

quite comforting for such a chaotic night.

coffee homes. how nice.

dear jason lee,
why would you ever leave me? i forgive you, but never do it again. come back, so we can rekindle our love.
love, mengtar.




ps... i saw jason lee.



in other news, i have officially escaped the icy grip of business calculus.

i'm home between classes drinking beer and eating cheese. the only other thing in the house is moldy bread, spoiled milk, and 4-day old red wine. this is my best bet at a well-balanced meal. diverse, albeit.



((not mine... but i need to start painting again))



momx had a birthday on friday. i made her a birthday cake. then ate it. we all loved it.









more fun with dogs!!!!!





i've been listening to a lot of npr, i'd tell you my favorite part, but my roommate is in his room yelling in a british accent. this is not out of the ordinary. this morning i heard another roommate "pleasing himself" in the shower. moaning and an "oh, you dirty thing" and disgusting and i almost threw up. i showed up to class 20 minutes early so i wouldn't have to look at him when he got out of the shower. no eye contact for a month.



TOMATO SOUP!



the beer is out of shot... don't worry.

this whimsical wonder is sitting behind the new coffee shop on fry street that i drunk applied for a job last week. i'm not sure if it's a hookah, furnace, or a lamp.



yeah, i'd say that i'm a pretty suite eff. haha. get it? whatever. you don't get it.



remember these guys?

from the cold war missile base? pretty awesome. lizards and skulls.

for life.



so mnax mailed me an unknown card/letter/package last week... i vaguely recall receiving a text message from him asking my current address. and i even more vaguely may or may not remember returning the text...

but i apparently did...

but that didn't stop him from sending my unknown card/letter/package to my brooklake address rather than the current...

guess i won't be getting that one...

nah, i'm scheming up a break-in.



and welcome back to town Consider the Source!



this is actually Little Big Horn, with Gabe the double-necker from CtS... but all is well. amazing show by both bands.





is it bballa in here, or is it just me?

my new hobby is neglecting my writing and making ten thousand drafts and never finalizing, reviewing, editing, or POSTING any of them... but here is an incomplete list of things i've done...



i found a snail on my patio. hello, my new friend. i almost captured him to put in a jar with a stick and a leaf... but i already cannot afford to feed the pets that i have let alone myself... so my apologies, dear comrade, but you must remain feral. alas, the recession remains.

that felt like poetry.



ingredients for wild rice hotdish... caffeine, beer, and a magical recipe box.



who needs clean dishes?



i prefer the smell-check anyway.



i call this segment, "cutting onions: remix"






fin.



i'm currently laying in bed at 5am after a sleepless night listening to my 30-year-old roommate throw up in my bathroom... this is why i don't shower daily.




mushroom fields forever




my vomit-witholding roommates didn't approve of the praying mantis sanctuary in the kitchen... so he was released to the wild.

doing astronomy homework:

"One reason astronomers object to astrology is that it has no link to the physical world. For example, precession has moved the constellations so that they no longer match the zodiacal signs. Whatever sign you were "born under," the sun was probably in the previous zodiacal constellation. In fact, if you were born on or between November 30 and December 17, the sun was passing through a corner of the nonzodiacal sign.*"

((following the asterisk, you can find this at the bottom of the page))

"*The author of this book was born on December 14 and thus has no astrological sign. An astronomer friend claims that the author must therefore have no personality."

--Michael A. Seeds. The Solar System. 6th ed. p 26. Belmont: Thomson Brooks/Cole, 2008. Print.

hello good bye and back again.



with the exception of the Great Airport Fiasco of 2009, my trip to minnesota was a success.



this fucking bitch made me cry at the check-in counter. waving her arms in the air and pionting her finger in my face because i wanted to get off in minneapolis and ditch my connecting flight to st. cloud.



doesn't she realize that pictures of then was playing at uptown bar? hadn't she seen my cute outfit? lady, yesterday was haircut day and you DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE! never flying northwest/delta again. ever.



i now fly strictly korean air. i hear each plane has a spa.




but i eventually made it to minneapolis after several rain and storm delays.



and i eventually made it to uptown after several directional errors.

and pictures of then eventually went on stage after several slot-swaps and extra bands that were only okay if you don't pay a cover and the drinks are free and they're sucking your dick at the same time...

amazing. love them... plus they're cute.



i swear, momx is cute too... see?




cute. cute. cute. what's that, tx? run away to minneapolis with you so we can take long walks around lake calhoun at sunset and wear curious-vintage outfits of vests and boots?



only if cx can be there too... naked...






i swear, this was a MUCH better idea at the time... i had plans in my drunken taco-craving little head. also, i'm adorable.



we rock-starred it to st. cloud that night because i wanted to wake up at "home"... i'm a stubborn drunk. but didn't even know i missed waking up to the fog. how lovely.



momx has a way of gardening that makes our backyard THE most charming place in the world. you just want to get lost in like the movie FERN GULLY. so whimsical.



there was also my cousin's wedding, but all of the pictures are too drunken for words... except my dress. tell me you love me.



we stayed in hibbing ((birthplace of bob dylan and moi!)) at grammax's house where i have dew-feet.



look at these two! they must be friends.



this hill was a mountain when i was 5, i swear it! grammax would yell at us for rolling down it. then she would tell us to come inside and let us eat as many cookies as we wanted. but they weren't very good so it was usually one or two...



also everything in grammax's house is circa 1970 or earlier.

exhibit a:



exhibit b:



((love you, dadx))

i'm not sure which is harder, maintaining quality friendships that don't quite fit, or taking trips requiring a ride to the airport.



or maybe obtaining air conditioning into the upstairs bedroom of your 1960's house in a texas-august.



le sigh...



despite the stressors of friends bailing for airport rides ((again)) and doggie-care for the duration of my trek to the mother-land, it is still haircut day. and hair cut day was definitely a success.



i need a new screening process for people i willingly spend time with on a near-daily basis.



but what are friendships beyond excessive reliability and a handful of one-liner inside jokes?



not that i'm one to talk. i like to blame it on past experiences, but i'm really just a shady person.

i will ignore your calls.

i won't return your text messages.



i will bail on your parties... even if they're at my house.

i will fuck your boyfriend.

i will steal your drugs.

let's not even talk about guitars.

i rarely grow sick of denton and never get homesick... until that plane ticket is in my hand... and i realize that my airport ride isn't going to show...

despite the strength of any friendships.

it all comes down to...

the airplane ride.



((i hate airplane rides))

UGH!!! twitter won't even work from my phone right now and i have no idea what to do with myself!

in important news: today is haircut day. a very important day. the thought of this day has been the forefront of my mind for months. and it has finally arrived. t minus 3.5 hours to being mop-head free.



and check out those massive bags under my eyes. morning, sunshine! funny seeing you at this hour.

you're welcome.

last night, the locks on our house stopped working... well, more the keys than the locks...

so now i'm sitting in my unlocked and open house watching larry king interview a former member of the manson family...

alonealonealone

8/22 yahoo! crossword: 51. across: central minnesota city on the missippi: STCLOUD.

holla!



also, i have a pool table and a hairless rat... how do you like me now!??

fuck. i went to a party. i gave some drunks a ride home. i made out with a dude on the balcony while his girlfriend was asleep just inside the door. i'm not sure what happened after that, but it's six am and i have a guitar and i'm hungry.

do i learn to play it or sell it for food?

step back in time with me:




((vogue))




cx out-accessorized me by at least 5.



if we were in a fight on facebook's sorority life, she would have won, dealt critical attacks, and taken $8000. what a bitch.



i went to karaoke instead of watching cx walk out of the bar nekkid. now who's the bitch?



is that an authentic barack obama commemorative plate?



yes, yes it is.







poor marley had his balls chopped off.



and now we bring you my "dear diary" awkward and embarrassing moments. lucky you.



i've had a crush on a particular door guy for... about a year. and while i frequent his bar, our conversations were limited to music, general rocking, and the occasional drunken hug. also, he was there when my dad read me the night before christmas last christmas eve. more random than awkward.



he called and we hung out last week and i basically fell in love with him... which doesn't say much, as i could fall in love every day if i only had the time. then comes my epic downfall... as a complete bitch and an internet junkie, i need to update my twitter with a pros/cons list about the events of the evening... but instead of texting it twitter, it was sent directly to him...



dear seventeen magazine,
i was soo embarrassed!
love, mengtar



but he still calls a week later to tell me that his band is playing the next night. band was great, except for the whole his-drummer-is-my-ex-fiance thing... that was awkward. i found some old friends and we all hid downstairs.



i won't be hearing from him in... umm... ever.




this is our "is that a pecan tree?" pose. are you buying it?






ART FUSION! this is shep as a van gogh!



meet jx.



jx is a regular at rubber gloves and usually needs a ride home by the time the night is done. he used to be a pro-skater, but then he went crazy.



now he is OCD and will only wear red shoes... vans to be precise.





he gave me a tour of his house, and walked around telling crazy stories, none of which i remember. he probably thought i was just as insane running around his house asking about different paintings and trinkets and snapping ten thousand photos. i'm over it.




he had a million music devices. i never really asked if he played any of them or if they were just there...



or if he records or whatever.



i'm over it.




i felt like we should have been listening to old time radio. feel-good public addresses by fdr.



i like throwing peace signs in every photo i take... i'm not sure it's really working for me though.



i don't remember his dog's name, but it had something to do with star wars... jx continually referred to him as being the only black man in the universe... but i don't remember any black people in star wars. told ya, crazy.



i'm over that too.



adieu.

don't worry about the format... and i think the winners are:

rink venture
eventual rink err
run less rat-like


kx said:

I NEED YOUR HALP

mengtar said:

again?

kx said:

Yeahh

mengtar said:

does it involve photos? because i just got back from running...

kx said:

I need a new screen name

and I can't think of anything. I don't want to to have my name in it, but i want to it be kind of short and catchy... like LiveLavaLive. that is catchy. GO! ;] ...oh, you didn't hear me... GO!

mengtar said:

i'll come up with a good anagram

kx said:

Amy says I should use the word tact

mengtar said:

never nutrik... baahahahaha

kx said:

oh... okay

mengtar said:

i like anagrams. my blog alias is an anagram

kx said:

NUTRIK?

mengtar said:

it's a work in progress....

kx said:

okay. Don't stop working... :D

mengtar said:

veer rink nut. like... "Veer, Rink-nut!" first, you would have to start calling people rink-nut...

kx said:

I am looking for something a little more immediate. think... seth cohen

mengtar said:

venture rink. rink venture. what's your middle name

kx said:

EX

mengtar said:

who the fuck is seth cohen?

kx said:

i dont wantttto use that. OC BABY!

mengtar said:

BAAAAAHAHAHAHA... sorry... eventual rink err! hahahaha that's fun

kx said:

Sometimes I feel like you don't take into consideration anything I say... and simply go on talking about whatever you want for selfish pleasure.
Love, kx. hahaha

mengtar said:

wow... like a book. lurk Neaten River. let's pretend there's a neaten river. ever-lankier runt! never run ratlike!

kx said:

im pretty sure these words could possible get me forever kicked off of youtube

mengtar said:

what?

kx said:

who knows

mengtar said:

that doesn't even make sense.

kx said:

i have to go to hooby oloobby -.- bye

broadcasting LIVE from my newly internetted and cabled abode!

verizon hooked us up monday afternoon... ari consumed some vital pieces of the remote control by monday evening...



le sigh...




luckily, the lady at the verizon plus store gave me two additional complimentary remotes... in case it happens again... apparently these sorts of things happen quite frequently.



so excellent. two free remotes. my new roommates won't kill me... now how to program it...



no! i don't need help... it's obvious... that i have it... or will get it soon... whatever.



and now for my photo tour! welcome to 1704 denton, tx!



k-hox said:

we should hang our leashes next to eachother.

mengtar said:

okay.

k-hox said:

you know, because that would just be cute.



later we made soup together and hung my paintings.




ari, some days you are more work than pleasure.




twu called me...

twu said:

mengtar, i'm happy to tell you that we have accepted your application! do you have any questions for me?

mengtar said:

yes... now what? what do i do? whom do i contact?

twu said:

let me give you some contacts. do you have a pen?

mengtar said:

yes... umm... i can grab one... but just so you know, there is a band practicing in my living room...



i was supposed to clean my room for the rest of the photo-tour, but... well... didn't. so this is the end of your tour. i charge you 3 tokens.




shalom, my boisterous friend! you will likely meet an untimely death soon. if ari, doesn't eat you, please don't leave your shell on the wall, it kind of creeps me out...




fire ants? no problem! especially if you have a giant upside down clay pot! sweet, thanks.





ari, we are going on 5am, please show them out.

on the field... from la crrrrrosse, wiscooonsiinn... theee baaaluuuueeee starrrrss!!!!!



blue stars had a show in dallas last night, and i was lucky enough to be able to catch their show and rehearsal. beautiful things. there are three remaining members from when i marched... and it happens to be 75 per cent of the quad line. love love! and damn can they throw down!

also, we beat pr.

define:unstoppable force (n):


FCO!

dear mengtar,
we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted for the 2009 fall semester at the university of north texas.
love, mr. eagle.

about damn time.

a week of boys, bugs, and mostly chaos.

the wasp nests are gone, but have been replaced by fear factor cockroaches. my count is six, four being spotted in daylight. ew ew ew ew ew

i cope by trapping them under cups and calling for backup.



tanner escorted me to the bathroom after a spider the size of a watermelon ninja-ed about k-hox's balcony.



i have cyborg spiders holding me hostage in the back and buzzing kamikaze cicadas entrapping me in the front

meanwhile, i lost the charger to my camera battery ((again)), and the G1 can only half-capture the fear.



to escape the bountiful supply of household critters, your hero/refugee took ari to the dog park to relax into a book... where a squirrel taunted her with nut-shells. he hung acrobatically staring me down and dropping nuts on my face... my phone doesn't have a zoom... but he's there... on that one branch...

my drum corps and my baseball team are both in town this weekend and i can't afford to see either of them. if blue stars don't house in denton on monday, i'm busting up a starbucks.

monday is also the day i get INTERNET in the new house... the critter house... which means i can live-blog all of my excursions and you won't miss any tears or details or demeaning comments from my roommate about how i can't expect him to solve all of my insect problems because he needs to sleep because he has to be up early to go to his big-kid job even though i bleached his nasty refrigerator and cleaned the blood in the hallway and got rid of the ant colony in the kitchen and OH YEAH I'M NOT THE ONE THAT PISSED IN THE BROKEN TOILET!

((breathe))

thorough assassination!!!! and repair?

i rescued this guy from the inside window of jupiter house. then i realized that he no longer has air conditioning and will probably be eaten, ran over, or stepped on...



sorry, dude.

that is some intense backyard foliage. you're welcome, ari.



but dadx is inevitably out of town and unable to coach me through my most recent crisis...



don't freak out. there are ten thousand wasps in my backyard.



don't freak out.



they're in eight separate nests.



count them.



above and below are up-ins between the patio-covering and the house.



a bit retro, i know.



i need to go home depot



to consult a backyard expert



on eight-nozzled aerosol cans of wasp killer.



don't freak out.