Source For George Harrison Images

When my sister got me up this morning, actually from my noon-time nap, I thought something pretty bad had happened. And it had. For her anyway. I'll admit it. I'm not that big a Beatles fan, mostly because of my Marilyn Manson ways. But it was a little shocking to find out that George Harrison died today, and Jade thought that I was next....? I felt better because I was out of Tulsa's air pollution, not because I'm ready to die or anything!! Sheesh! Still, I thought that I should do something for George Harrison in some way, so I got on AOL, after the Nintendo war, and FTPed three pictures. Two classic ones, and a more modern one, which I'm assuming was taken more closer to the day of his death.

If you want to use these pictures on your weblog/site/profile, feel free to, but because I made them into JPEGs myself, they're technically copyrighted to me, and I'd appreciate it if you'd ask before you steal. You can use my bandwidth on AOL too, I really don't care.

In Memory Of George Harrison

February 25, 1943—November 29, 2001

AIDS Project

We all know someone with AIDS, right? No? How do you know? I know several. Daniel has AIDS. His daughter might have AIDS. She was never checked. The others that I know haven't gone public with their AIDS, so I can't exactly go into too many details.

Anyway, starting in December, a lot of us who love and care about someone with AIDS is going to link to the National AIDS Foundation. I have a lot of people who I care about who are going to die from AIDS. I came back to Tulsa because of one of them. And my nose is plugged right now.

Home Sweet Hell

The snow storm that hit Chicago a week ago finally made it to Tulsa last night. It was like watching a bad movie all over again. Needless to say, I need my Allegra, because I can't breathe here. I sound like that guest star on South Park from this week. Kyle's cousin Kyle... It's sick, but hey, I didn't do this for me. I'm not mad at anyone because I'm back here, actually it's kind of nice to sleep in my own bed, but still. I wish that we could move to Chicago forever. Not just for Thanksgiving, or a birthday. Jade smothered me with kisses when she picked me up at the airport this afternoon. I have to admit, I liked that kind of attention. I got some good pictures of Carrie when I was in Chicago too. She's changed alot. She was shocked to see me there. Or at least this me. The first thing she did was say: "...You grew....[points at my legs] But you shrank [points at my gut] too! Wow! You look... GREAT!!!" That made my day. I'll post Carrie's pictures when I get done with this post. I have to tell the joke that she emailed me today.

There was a local radio station doing a contest to see in the callers could make up a word that wasn't in the dictionary, but could be used in a sentence that would make logical sense. The prize was a trip to Bali. The first caller called in with his word: "Goan" After looking up the word, and finding that it wasn't in the dictionary, the DJ asked how the word was used logically in a sentence. The caller replied: "Goan fuck yourself." Shocked, the DJ quickly cut off the call. Several callers later, there still wasn't a winner. Finally another caller came up with a word that wasn't in the dictionary: "Smee". When asked how the word was used logically, the caller replied quickly: "Smee again! Goan fuck yourself!"

I still laugh about that. Leave it to Carrie!! Now, on with those pictures!

Home

I don't know how much this has circulated the internet, but I didn't go home last night with Jade, Dave, and the rest. I want to stay in Chicago. I wake up warm here. I can breathe without my nose-pills, which is good because I forgot them. I don't wake up everyday thinking that I'm going to die any minute. I feel healthy and happy here. But still.... I broke Jade's heart. She thinks that she's a failure, and that's my fault. It reminds me of that story that James wrote, about the two doves. One dove was able to get out of the cage one day, and enjoyed his freedom and happiness to the fulliest. But the other dove couldn't get out of the cage, and couldn't enjoy that happiness. So the first dove went back into the cage. Just to show his loyalty to his friend. I think that's what I'm going to do. Jade thinks that she's a failure as a mother, and, well, that's just something that I can't let her think right now. It's bad enough that Marcus has been punching her in the nose everytime that she gets close to him, without me pileing on "failure" thoughts. So I'm taking my money and going back to Tulsa. Where I need to be. For Jade's sake.