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About Me

Blue-eyed devil. Come on over to the Bird in Hand Tavern (the smoking lounge and wetbar in our basement). I'll make you a really stiff vodka & tonic or serve you a chilled bottle of Pabst. We'll listen to The Sweet, Sparks, and Wings on our turntable. And, then I'll tell you to get the hell out when I've had enough.

My Interests

Collar nor crown. Virtue alone enobles.

I'd like to meet:

"I'm so sick of myself. I'm not funny or clever anymore. Just a broken record. I think folks like us have read and researched the fun out of everything. Fun is a conspiracy created by the trilateral commission to distract the population from the misery they should be wallowing in... or is it [that] misery is a conspiracy to keep us from fun?" --Mrs. Buk

Music:

I've heard some.

Movies:

I've watched some.

Television:

I've forgotten some.

Books:

I've read some.

Heroes:

I've destroyed some.

My Blog

For those about to remember rock.

In no specific order and omitting some which have been forgotten. Wire, Television, Suicide, The Roches, Elliot Smith, Flying Luttenbachers, Magma, Glen Stlyer, Bobby Conn, US Maple, Lake of Dracula, ...
Posted by Mutter der Staubsauger on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 10:37:00 PST

My silent scream sounds like this: !!!

This latest post to Mrs. Buk says so much with out saying it all. How've I been? How do you think?Yes! Yes! Yes! I need to have some down time. I think I actually told Matt I was going to either a) cu...
Posted by Mutter der Staubsauger on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 11:23:00 PST

The silverfish and me

Yesterday, before the sun came up, I killed four silverfish. And, last night, before bed, I killed another. Do I hate silverfish? No, actually, I have a huge degree of respect for the silverfish. Ego-...
Posted by Mutter der Staubsauger on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 09:44:00 PST

I swear! They are trying to slowly kill me!

Matt and I packed the girls into their new Radio Flyer wagon to hit the new indoor flea market in the old Hill's building. Let's start on a positive note--actually, two of them. I love flea markets. I...
Posted by Mutter der Staubsauger on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 07:29:00 PST

My yellow dinner.

Fried Chicken, macaroni & cheese, and corn on the cob (straight from Tractor Steve's). Only a tall glass of lemonade would have made it any better.
Posted by Mutter der Staubsauger on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 10:03:00 PST

Curses and Cusses

From this day forward, I am trying to make a valiant attempt to stop swearing so much. It might fuckin' kill me.
Posted by Mutter der Staubsauger on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 06:02:00 PST

The good ol' days-- whitey with a sunburn

Well, you thought I was just a paste-y white girl, huh? Thought I was trying to be all goth when I had a chunk of skin cancer taken outta my arm? Guess what? Not only do I fry in approximately two sec...
Posted by Mutter der Staubsauger on Thu, 17 May 2007 05:59:00 PST

Green Stamps-- schmeen stamps! or I'm so green! or

Here's what I am really interested in (today): Green Stamps or more precisely, S&H Green Stamps. Remember them? That magic dial above the cash register in most grocery stores? The stamps would str...
Posted by Mutter der Staubsauger on Sun, 06 May 2007 08:07:00 PST

Love is patient.

My banjo sits in the corner... waiting for me, silently. No-no, don't you touch it just 'cos it's idle... or I'll break your fingers. My banjo sits in the corner... waiting for me, silently. (pause) S...
Posted by Mutter der Staubsauger on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 05:46:00 PST

White gloves and party manners, you jerk!

Yes, yes! It is true. I am an official graduate of the White Gloves and Party Manners course. Never heard of it? Well, I think that's because I don't think it's existed since 1978. Every Saturday morn...
Posted by Mutter der Staubsauger on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 11:11:00 PST