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Jen-tle Giant

Yes, I DO Mean What I Say and Say What I Mean.

About Me

Well, if you know me, you know me. If you don't, well, maybe you shouldn't.It all boils down to this:"Wherever you go, there you are."Dig it for what it is, while it is, but get out before somebody gets hurt.IF YOU ARE SOMEONE I DO NOT KNOW AND WISH TO ADD ME TO YOUR "FRIENDS" LIST, PLEASE SEND A MESSAGE FIRST SO I CAN DECIDE WHETHER OR NOT I WANT TO BE IN CONTACT WITH YOU. It's bloody rude, to be honest, to assume that I will automatically add you because you ask. As it now stands, there are exactly 6 people with whom I am not associated outside of Myspace on my friends list, and at least 2 of them are bands. THIS DOES NOT MEAN I WILL PROMOTE YOUR BAND, YOUR COMEDY ACT OR WHATEVER IT IS YOU DO BECAUSE YOU ASK ME TO, EITHER! I've been overrun with folks from obscure areas of the country who ask me to add their band as a "friend" or other singers/songwriters/promoters, earthworm farmers, sheep fuckers and the like. It does get irritating, especially when faced with some guy in a cowboy hat who hasn't bothered to read how violent country music makes me. It's just plain dangerous, to tell the truth! Please extend this courtesy, as I will do the same. Thanks.

My Interests

Hand drums (steel, djembe, bhodrun, darbukah, etc.); bass guitar; acoustic guitar; singing; literature of all kinds; stupid jokes; Goofballs from every walk of life; Possibility of starting a new project; weightlifting; kickboxing; planting trees on my land; learning to play the bagpipes if I can ever find a set of them I can afford; Going home to NYC; Trying not to vomit when overhearing people kiss ass.

I'd like to meet:

The asshole who came up with "No Child Left Behind" so I can bitch-slap him from here to next week. Come to think of it, there are more than a few bitch-slap-worthy assholes in history I'd like to meet in a VERY dark alley while carrying a cue-ball in a sock. These lovelies include: the moron who designs parking lots in New Mexico; the inventor of the speed-bump; the genius who dreamed up the car stereo sub-woofer; the first mime; whoever decided what "ladylike" meant; Richard Nixon; the idiot who talked the Bush dynasty into taking over the country; the first crooked Republican; the first televangelist; the inventor of shitty pop music; Billy Ray Cyrus, Travis Twitt and all the cheesy-ass country music stars that recorded the really cheesy-ass country music that people insist on playing everywhere you fucking GO in New Mexico; whoever decided that New Mexico should be a state; Mike Bloomberg; Giovanni Verrazano for destroying Staten Island; most of the Republican Party over the last, say, 30 years; Anne Coulter; the stupid bastard that decided England had the right to fuck with Ireland; Elton John; Elvis; Frank Sinatra; Nancy Sinatra; Anyone named Sinatra; and, of course, whose ever idea it was that "Silver Spoons" and "Full House" would be good comedy in the 80's.

Music:

Anything but fuckin' country music. It makes me want to rip somebody's spleen out & beat them with it.

Movies:

Monty Python (all); Mel Brooks (most); The Marx Brothers; Drowning Mona; X-Men (1 and 2); Harold & Maude; Braveheart; Gladiator; All sorts of movies. I don't have 3 days to type them all. Suffice it to say I like comedy and movies about fighting (no, not Stephen I'm-A-Tranquilizer-Junkie-And-Can-Only-Make-3-Word-Movies Segal, or even Jean-Claude Van Dammit) - mostly sword & shield, archery, Fuck-the-Monarchy-type movies.

Television:

I don't bother.

Books:

Anything well-written enough that doesn't compel me to mark up the entire text as though I was the editor. Basically, I like fantasy, science fiction (to a point), comedy and mysteries. Anyone caught weilding a soppy romance novel (aka the right-wing version of porn) should be strung up with barbed wire and shot in the stomach.

Heroes:

My kids (yes, I have 2 awesome boys); my dad; my brother; my sisters (including those who are sisters not by blood but by choice); Tina McLoughlin; Tara McMunn (formerly of The Ultra 5, the Maneaters and Zero Child); Angry Irish people

My Blog

Urgh.

Okay, so I over-did it again.  The body decided to rebel against my best efforts to try to get as much shit done as possible this morning.  I've consumed about 4 huge cups of coffee and half...
Posted by Jen-tle Giant on Sat, 11 Nov 2006 12:12:00 PST

FUUUUUUUUUCK!!! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Fuck fuck fuckity-fuck. Tyler Durden had the right idea. Why isn't it legal to just beat the shit out of anybody who aggravates you? Why isn't it legal to go around the country and beat the shit out o...
Posted by Jen-tle Giant on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 06:48:00 PST

A week and a day.

In a week and a day, I will prepare to return to New York, too late to dry a wonderful friend's tears after the loss of someone she loved very deeply.  Throughout all of the pain & suffering ...
Posted by Jen-tle Giant on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 11:47:00 PST

Sometimes, you just have to make the substitution.

I had the compulsion to listen to "Typical Situation" from the Dave Matthews Band just now.  However, "Gabriel's Mother's Highway Ballad #16 Blues" by Arlo Guthrie does just as well.  Seems ...
Posted by Jen-tle Giant on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 10:55:00 PST

Packing Brutality!

It's amazing how much SHIT you can finally throw out when you move.  Old bank statements, stuff attached to past relationships & divorces that are no longer at ALL significant, even old ticke...
Posted by Jen-tle Giant on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 12:21:00 PST

Someday never comes.

On Halloween, I told my ex-husband that the truck is rented as of November 15th, so he'd best spend as much time as he can with his kids.  The evening was pleasant enough, and we had a long talk ...
Posted by Jen-tle Giant on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 02:01:00 PST

No, fuck YOU.

Male puberty sucks.  Take it from a Mom who's just starting to experience it and doesn't really have much patience for it anymore. I do not tolerate disrespect.  I never have and I never wil...
Posted by Jen-tle Giant on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 09:08:00 PST

Bleagh.

Fucking dryer.  It's taking forever to dry our clothes so we can go hang out with Ron, Marianne & Zed in Albuquerque today. Got VERY little done (hey, at least the Lethal Nest of Hangers next...
Posted by Jen-tle Giant on Sat, 04 Nov 2006 12:22:00 PST

I know they just want to play, but...

that doesn't make it any easier when your back & legs are already shot from trying to pack & clean at the same time and you have to dump a fucking Rubbermaid bin full of water because the...
Posted by Jen-tle Giant on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 07:55:00 PST

To quote Groucho Marx...

"I wouldn't want to join any club that would have me as a member." I think I really must be losing my mind.  This much time alone has really seemed to take its toll on my mental state.  So m...
Posted by Jen-tle Giant on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 10:24:00 PST