How are you? Yeah? Mmm hmm. See how I am acting interested, but I am just waiting for the follow up story on your rash? No? I can’t help you. Go down the hall and make a sharp left.
Franny is learning about the Holocaust. She is reading a book about some little child who fled Germany, and on Thursday she is hearing a Holocaust survivor speak. She didn’t really get the whole thing, why people were running here and there. Over their oatmeal I told them about LAMPS MADE FROM HUMAN SKIN and sewing pregnant women shut and whatnot. We talked about tattoos and armbands.There’s your context.
“…then they all formed together to make one super-robot, and the Jews flew to the moon. And that’s why your sister has a hairy butt,” I finished.
“Hum,” Franny said. “Ugh.”
“So be nice to this lady on Thursday, because she has probably seen some crazy shit and if you are quiet she might tell you,” I said.
In other news, apparently Ruby and I are going to the school auction this year! She was supposed to go out of town, and she is my only date I will go with, but her plans changed, so voila. Now I can wear my ridiculous-assed silver zebra shoes I got when I was in Canadia last month. Things are a lot better than when I was still running it. Now I can just show up and eat. Ruby is a former chair and makes a good date. Snark powers activate! Shape of: Bree Van de Camp.
As an “interesting” side note, I can trace that 2008 auction post I linked as The Last Time I Was Sane in 2008. I think I was still faking it for a while, though. Can you see the cracks? Or just a sailboat? I am glad 2008 is over. You know something? I hardly remember it. 2008, I mean. I know some stuff happened because there are pictures. It’s a good thing I have a goddam diary. Do you have faith in me, since I have proven I can endure? I am on the QT and not making weeping vagina noises here.
Last night I dreamt that some bad dudes were out to get me and Strudel. They developed a plane that was completely agile and almost soundless. There was a demonstration in the town square, which was the town square from Back to the Future, complete with broken clock tower.
The plane was bobbing around and it destroyed a tree. This was the demo. I hid Strudel in a house nearby, and one of the guys found me and was like “BRING THE PLANE HERE.” Really, a plane? You are in front of me, could you not just kill me, like, manually?
All I could think in the dream was “This is why we cannot have nice things!”
I have a portrait of the Lusitania on my back and when I flex it CRASHES.
Fucked up dream, yo. Is it bad that I can’t see the 2008 cracks? I was pretty whack back then also so there you go. Thanks for the update, FINALLY, now I can stop obsessively checking your website. OR CAN I???
Time has been zooming for the past couple of weeks. I did post on The Queen’s Scullery, but that’s not everyone’s cuppa. HELLO HELLO DORRIE
At first read, I thought they had developed a PLAN that was completely agile and almost soundless, and it is perhaps a sign of my own cracks that it made perfect sense to me, and I could not make sense of the plane that suddenly showed up in the next paragraph.
But everything you said rings true.
Oh phew, I thought I left off the “e.” I was left asking myself, “Have I failed?”
Too bad Franny doesn’t have the option of going to one of the concentration camps – seeing parts of it with your own eyes snaps it into reality better. I wish my spawn had been old enough when we went. I will bust out the lamps of human skin and the pictures I took in Austria when she reaches that age. I remember sitting down with a friend in high school to watch Schindler’s List. She was WTFing, and had to ask me what the holocaust was. Thank you, public school system.