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Baby Moen

But not full of piss and vinegar, more like chocolate and brewer's yeast.

About Me


I sure am a hyper little thing.

My Interests

Can express myself in writing but not so much in speech. Am bored at work and apparently lost usage of pronouns. Cuss like a sailor, dance like a jackass, look at you like a new species of insect. Very fancinated as of late in (what else) the abstract images of nocturnal devices, praying mantises, Mexican brass votive images for altars and 17th century diagrams relating the distribution of the humors.

I'd like to meet:

Don't you FUCKING talk to me unless you have a DVD of Lost, mint chocolates, tickly hands for my back and exactly 3 Dead Guy stouts.

Music:

Polka.

Movies:

Too long of a list, sparky.

Television:

OPB forever

Books:

hoo boy. Maybe you should look at my last profile.

Heroes:

My dad. My grandparents. Elizabeth Wurtzul. Queen Elizabeth. Joan of Arc. Mary Queen of Scotts. Frieda. Need I go on..

My Blog

Can you help me with my old treasure collection...

Three Super 8 cameras, 2 with handles, all different models. One with film, one one with a lamp, 2 take simple AA batteries. Tiny bit of rust/corrosion in the battery area of the handled cameras....I ...
Posted by Baby Moen on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 08:10:00 PST

Listin’, just like Walker

New Year, cha-cha-changes and other randoms: 1. I have a year to fully immerse myself in the big, rowdy, dirty, and smoky dance halls, venues, and dive bars I love so much before they become clean, s...
Posted by Baby Moen on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 03:25:00 PST

Oh, thats only like, 50 percent accurate

Would you believe me when I told you that I've danced wildly to this song for years without ever really knowing about the "masturbating" line? Well, I have. Thanks, Prince!! Darling Nikki I knew ...
Posted by Baby Moen on Sat, 29 Dec 2007 04:31:00 PST

Even if you dont believe in prayer.....

....It doesn't matter. It will still help if you would please pray for my grandpa Moen (my dad's dad). My sister tells me he's not doing so well. Cancer is such an awful monster.... Why should it take...
Posted by Baby Moen on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 10:38:00 PST

Say the wrong thing....

Say the wrong thing say too much, all around about your own experimental isolation tank (and what's in the water) speak in jagged animal fits that confuse listeners that cause riotous expressions to ...
Posted by Baby Moen on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 09:40:00 PST

I got tagged again...

And I have some time right now, as well as no end to wierd things, so I can list ten again: 1. I own four rats. I AM Willard. 2.  I was born with a too-small pallet, two uvulas (the hanging thi...
Posted by Baby Moen on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 08:10:00 PST

An ending, a beginning

I was up- amazingly- at 3:22 this morning. At about four, Ash and I padded outside in our bare feet to look at the lunar eclipse...it was red and black, and after a few minutes, the left side of the m...
Posted by Baby Moen on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 02:43:00 PST

Restless 3 o' clocks

One needle multiplied by ten for soft-colored patches on all these good-girl projects and then one thick, camel-eye tool with fishing line as thread and we'll make like story number one in Splatterpu...
Posted by Baby Moen on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 09:55:00 PST

The Corrosion on the Razor's Edge

At a certain age different for all you learn to laugh with your whole being intactyou open your hand and blow the particles of sandawaywatching them twist up far and dissolveyou hear of your old advis...
Posted by Baby Moen on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 04:30:00 PST

Just desserts, or death desserts...whichever...

The big industrial weekend show was 80 bucks, so that was a no-go. I didn't even realize I was missing it until later, but then again I was at Bad Brains, so it's all right....even though we didn't sh...
Posted by Baby Moen on Tue, 29 May 2007 10:17:00 PST