| On to greener pastures |
[26 Jan 2003|03:36pm] |
I got a call from Frank the chaos demon (okay, not really a phone call, but he sent a message through one of his old buddy's back in the Little Rock days) asking me to go help him set up a nice little thing in Washington. It sounds okay, and I've already watched all of the Passions again, so I think I'll take him up on it. He says DC might be the new hellmouth soon, but we'll see. Frank says there's all sorts of activity there, and plenty of room for someone like me with the flashy face (I don't like to show off much, but it will be nice to have the opportunity to utilize my skills).
And Frank says that the chaos thing is coming along real well, but that they really need more hands. I like doing the work, I guess, but all I really care about is whether they have good snacks and a nice place for kitten poker, but all big cities must have that, right?
Anyhoo, I've left some Snickers by the front door, and there is a lifetime supply of Kool-Aid (various flavors) tucked in one of the tombs. I ate all of the Mallomars. If you're ever in Washington, I should be in one of the graveyards. You can look me up! Or just ask around for places where they play kitten poker.
Have a great day! And don't let the First Evil get you all worried. I'm sure it's bound to turn out all right. Right?
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[25 Jan 2003|05:40pm] |
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Ate berry-blue Jell-o after watching "Everyone Loves Raymond." I don't love Raymond, but I sure love berry-blue Jell-o!
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| Cats and breakfast |
[23 Jan 2003|10:44pm] |
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Abba "Take a Chance on Me" |
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Sure is quiet around here today. I went and applied at the "Hotdog on a Stick" that someone said I should try out, but they said I might violate health code. I think it was an insult, but they were nice to me so maybe not.
And I still haven't seen too much of the gang. I've been cleaning up the mess in the crypt left over from the other night, but it makes me pretty bummed out because of all the tulle that's ruined now. It looked all pretty in here, like those beds you see on Passions that have that glowy filmy look. I think I might have to buy some more, and just not cook anything. That's all right because buffalo wings, peanut butter and Ho-Ho's are just fine.
I watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and I really liked it (Holly has a cat named "Cat!" and I think that if I ever keep one that I'll name it Cat too), but I couldn't figure out where the breakfast was. All Holly ate was a Danish at the very beginning. That's no breakfast at all! But she ended up with the nice poor man, and rescued the cat in the rain and that made me pretty happy. It's a very nice movie, not like that "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" I saw yesterday.
I wish I had Cat. Maybe I should go play poker.
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| Hi Clem! |
[22 Jan 2003|02:25pm] |
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Stan Getz "Girl Fom Ipanema" |
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I just wanted to thank Clem for stopping by. It was really great to see him, although apparently he's been scaring some young girls half to death with his game-face. While I understand he did it because Buffy asked him too, I just don't know how I feel about it. But wow, he sure is nice. Maybe I should take him some Screaming Yellow Zonkers.
Also, I haven't burned anything today, so that's good.
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| Man o man o man |
[21 Jan 2003|01:29am] |
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Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! |
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I'm really in trouble now. All I was doing was using the hotplate to fry some tater tots. Is that so hard? But I forgot! I mean, I was hungry but I had to watch Wonder Woman. It was the one where she was called back to Paradise Island because her mom was so sad, and wanted her to be there for this big party. But then the Nazi's kidnapped Wonder Woman's sister (did you know that her sister's name was Drusilla? Neither did I!). Steve of course was there helping out, but the girls, they all lost their special bracelets so they were defenseless! It was a mess.
But I forgot the tater tots! And it wasn't just that. I also mixed in some bacon, because I was really hungry, and then I threw in some Velveeta. But I forgot it all, and it caught fire, and then I tried to put it out so I threw my Mountain Dew on it, but the fire just got bigger!
I knew I shouldn't have hung that tulle. I knew it I knew it I knew it, but it really did look swell. It really softened up the place, made it nice. But now it's all messed up, and the whole crypt smells like burnt tater tots and I almost burned up the comfy chair, but I ripped all the tulle down before the fire got there, and now my fingers hurt. But the walls are even more black than they were before, and if Spike decides to come by he is going to be so steamed at me.
I had to throw away my only pot, too.
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| Ho-hum. |
[20 Jan 2003|09:00pm] |
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It's pretty quiet around here. Saw an old episode of the X-Files, but it was too gloomy. I couldn't really see what was going on, and when I could see it was pretty scary. I know people really like that show, but geez, can't they lighten it up a little? If they just added a little singing or some nice wedding scenes it would be a lot more fun to watch.
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| *sigh* |
[20 Jan 2003|11:15am] |
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I thought I heard Clem for a minute, but I guess not.
Geez, I sure did like Clem. I wish that I'd come around, although I'd probably just get mad. But since he's me and I seem like a pretty decent guy maybe not. Just think, we have all the same interests, right? Do you think that our video tape collection overlaps? Maybe he has all the Passions on tape for Spike too. That'd be pretty funny, I guess, but which ones would we tape over?
I've been thinking about decorating the crypt again. Maybe if I just did it a little bit at a time, I wouldn't notice. Or Clem wouldn't notice. Or the other Clem...darn, what a mess.
Anyhoo, after my adventure down at the 7-11, I'm pretty glad to be back home. They had lots of (oldish) hot dogs there, and I drank half a YooHoo that somebody left after making a phone call, but even though I'm out of Pringles and Tostitos and liverwurst and SnoCaps it's better here in Spike's crypt. I did find a really old can of Mr. Pibb in one of the tombs (it still had a pull tab!)--but I think I should save it for when I get really thirsty.
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[20 Jan 2003|12:08am] |
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The end of "The End of the Affair" |
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Caught the end of "The End of the Affair" (whoops! too many "ends") and boy is it sad! Deborah Kerr was really good, but I don't know how I felt about that other fellow.
Life sure is cruel. It sure is.
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[19 Jan 2003|07:33pm] |
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Did you hear Clem? I thought I just heard Clem.
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| I don't know what to do! |
[19 Jan 2003|07:20pm] |
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Nothing...What if Clem catches me? |
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I don't have any money, I've eaten my last Cheez-it, the kittens have all run away from me and I'm all alone! I tried to crawl into the luggage thingie under the Greyhound bus that was going to Washington DC, but some security guy shook his big bat at me, so I ran away.
It's pretty darn scary out here... Did you know that rats live in dumpsters?
(so I snuck back into Spike's crypt, and I'm trying to keep real quiet in case the other me comes here looking for, um, me. I've been playing a quiet game of solo Scrabble, but I just keep winning. It's no fun if I'm all by myself. Is "Triscuit" an acceptable word? I don't have a dictionary.
And what do I do now that I don't have any money? I'm pretty sure I can't get a job. Especially after those kids made all those mean comments about my skin. Gosh, this just keeps getting worse. I'm really.....um, well, huh. I don't know, but it's bad.
Spike would know what to do.)
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[19 Jan 2003|10:37am] |
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Do you think anyone would notice me if I just hid here behind the 7-11?
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| Golly, what a pickle. |
[18 Jan 2003|09:04pm] |
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It seems that there's another me running around Sunnydale. I can't quite figure out how this kind of thing happens, but I suppose it means that one of us is the real Clem and the other is a big faker. My guess is it's me (not the other me, me-me), because I'm always lousing things up for everybody.
I've heard of these kinds of things happening in Sunnydale before, but I never thought it would happen to me, and now, well, I have to admit I'm a little sad.
It's not like I've been having scary dreams or anything, or even suspected that there might be two of me. But sure as anything, there was the other me looking at me looking at him in Spike's place. Spooky and kinda weird--my ears are much more bendy than I remember.
So I guess this is it. I have to find my way back to wherever it is that I was supposed to go when I got lost. I'll miss the Bugles, of course, and all of my friends, although they haven't really been around much lately.
Maybe it's better this way.
You think they have cable where-ever it is I'm supposed to be?
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| Wow. |
[18 Jan 2003|06:28pm] |
I did not know that Milton Bradley and Hasbro were the same company. Well, whatever they are, they sure do make some nice games.
Since I was feeling nostalgic, I picked up Yahtzee and Operation this afternoon at the store. I remember I used to play Operation when I was just a little demon. Gosh, that was great.
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| A social call! |
[18 Jan 2003|12:49pm] |
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Wow! That was so great! I was just sitting here, thinking about how to warm up the crypt a little (throw pillows on the tombs? Some creeping bougainvillea along the north wall?) and Frank, this chaos demon I used to hang with in Little Rock showed up! I mean, he was really just looking for a place to move into and heard that Spike had vacated this crypt, but geez, it was good to see him. He almost gored me with his antlers when he saw me in the corner hanging some tulle, but after we recognized each other it was great! He's on a diet now, so he would only drink mineral water and began telling me about the cholesterol content of the Pringles I was eating, but we had a nice chat anyway.
Frank was a little disappointed when I told him that I thought there was already a big evil guy (girl? I can't tell-- no-one keeps me informed anymore) in town; I think that he was planning on starting a new chaos campaign in Sunnydale. But he told me that Spike had gotten his soul back. How come nobody told me? I knew that Spike had some big errand to run, but gosh, buddy. I would have been there to support you.
Anyhoo, Frank told me about the goings-on where he'd been. It sure did sound exciting. He said that he had been in Rwanda a few years ago, and then started this Heaven's Gate cult in San Diego with this guy named "Do." But he said that last one was really about his stock portfolio as he'd invested in Nike, and they had a corporate sponsorship going with the members. I was sure impressed, but really I thought it sounded kinda harsh. I'm just glad to be here in Sunnydale. If I need some excitement, it's never far away, but at night I can come back here and settle in with "Sleepless in Seattle" and some Raisinets.
After we talked a bit Frank decided he wasn't going to stick around. He said he had heard that Washington DC was looking like a good place for a chaos demon, and that he had an "in" with some guy named Rumsfeld. I didn't want to admit I'd never heard of Rumsfeld--Frank always makes me feel kinda unworldly.
But it sure was nice hanging out with an old buddy. I hope he drops me a postcard.
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| People are so cruel |
[18 Jan 2003|10:33am] |
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I can understand that I'm not a Cary Grant, but geez, do people have to be so mean?
I went for my 2:00 am snack and was standing in line at the 7-11 for some nachos and a can of "Whoop Ass" (which makes me feel funny to say, but it really does perk me up), and these kids came in to buy some Smirnoff Ice. They were having fun, horsing around I guess, but when they saw me they starting laughing and pointing. "What the **** is wrong with you, dude?" " What a freak!" and "Holy mother-f***ing s***, that poor b*****d is completely f***ed-up! And what about those ****ing ears?" That last one really stung.
I picked up my chin and told them it was a "skin condition" and it wasn't very nice that they mock the differently-abled, paid for my nachos and walked out proudly. But I felt pretty vulnerable after that. I would love to give them a good what-for.
Spike would have kicked their butts back in the day.
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[18 Jan 2003|01:14am] |
I watched The Philadelphia Story tonight. Gosh, I love that Kate Hepburn. And that Cary Grant, my. Those were really the Golden Days of Hollywood, huh?
Ate fried chicken with a Jones Soda. Followed with Moon Pie.
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| Passions recap |
[17 Jan 2003|07:40pm] |
Jessica warned Charity that Kay is evil. I'm pretty sure that Charity won't listen though.
And I'm worried because Antonio is still unconscious. I can't believe I have to wait until Monday to find out what happens next. Where's Spike? I've got all these Passions episodes I've recorded for him, but the inner sanctum is getting a little cramped now.
I miss you, buddy.
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| New snacks |
[17 Jan 2003|06:54pm] |
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John Denver |
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I just found these in the store the other day. They're not as good as Bugles, but they have a pretty satisfying crunch.
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| Sigh. |
[17 Jan 2003|05:32pm] |
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Barbra Streisand |
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You know, I just wanted to dress up the place a little. The colors of this new journal-thingie were so, kind of, well, depressing. But this whole color code thing is hard, you know? You get one color right, and then the rest go to pot. It's been more than I've had to face in some time.
But I feel confident in my choices of a red/orange mélange. Lively yet soothing. I hope Spike likes it when he gets back, although his choices in colors are always so, well, dark.
Maybe I should try to dress up the crypt to surprise him. I was thinking he might want to go with a Passions theme. I'm going to run out to Target and pick up a few things. I really like the new Philip Starke collection.
I miss him.
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| Well, here I am. |
[17 Jan 2003|04:21pm] |
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It's pretty quiet around here since Spike ran off last year to go on some really important errand, or something. He never canceled his modem hook-up and when digging up some Cheetos out of the back of some computer place, I found this nice old Mac Quadra in the trash. So, here I am!
I miss him though. The gang just doesn't come around anymore. I wonder why? I mean, you know, I'm okay, right? For a demon, I'm not so bad. I wonder where Dawn's been? She was always fun. That last time I watched her for Buffy, we had a great session of Battleship, although she seemed a little preoccupied and kept forgetting which holes to put the pegs in. Maybe that was the whole "Key" thing, which I never quite understood.
Anyhoo, they're running a Dick Van Dyke marathon now, so gotta run.
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