Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Why, yes, life is exactly like that. However did you know?


Ah, the joys of our wondrous network of over-taxed collegiate bloggers. And, look, it only took three years of college to leave me vaguely stressed out.

Last night i came home miserable, which hardly surprised me — any day started off with a Venti Latté is bound to end up in tears or with me bouncing down the sidewalk like a Mexican jumping bean. Anyhow, my favorite two ways to cure misery are spending money and eating (yes, i know, it’s a very health set of habits). However, my attempt at the former was foiled by the bookstore ordering the wrong edition of the book i needed, so when i got home i was ready to do some serious binge-eating. At my disposal i had ice cream, ramen, pop-tarts, and all other manner of collegiate waste. Did i go for any of that? Nooooo. No, instead i decided to order a gastro-intenstinal nightmare sandwich with a side of cardiac arrest.


AKA : chicken cheesesteak w/extra cheese and a large side of cheese fries. Yes, you’re right, i could never be a vegan. Thanks for noticing.

Chicken cheesesteaks are a phenomenon i was just introduced to last year when i finally came off my vegetarian kick, and they’ve been one of the junkfood mainstays of my diet ever since. Somehow the two or three places where i obtain this death on a bun use incredibly lean and well cooked chicken, which is exactly why i don’t eat the beef variety: they’re nasty. However, the establishment i ordered from last night doesn’t use that lean, healthy chicken, but instead something i am currently referring to as “cheef.” Sure, it tasted nice and carnivorous on the way down, but not even a protective layer of deep fried potatos and cheese wiz could protect me from the wratch of cheef.


Said wrath basically is that over 24hours later my stomach is still twisted in knots in an attempt to cleanse itself from the greasy chow i crammed into it last night, and the only two options i’m seriously contemplating right now are an immediate switch to vegetarianism to placate my distressed digestive system, or a slightly more sinister plan than involves a lot of porcelain.

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Okay, so, we’re closing in on the last two songs, and I have a lot of people to thank for all of this, so bare with me for a minute.

First of all, i want to thank FryKitty for not only starting this whole shebang but for entertaining my various forms of insanity throughout the planning and implementation of the event (and for putting me on the cam portal at the last second … i think seeing my ass live on camera was a good reward for that, don’t you?).


Second, i want to thank all of the members of the Crushed List that encouraged me to participate in such reckless behaviour, especially Dane, Benjy, Liz, Cheese, Desh, Carton & Tony.

Third, thank you to Rabi for telling me (once again) that my music was worth her hard earned cash, even though i still refuse to accept it (or her cash).


Fourth, thank you to Mollie & Michael for inspiration and for strength and for two really good songs that i will play for you someday, i promise.

Fifth, thank you to all of my other sponsors who lit a fire under me to get this done even though i had no indication they even knew i played guitar before now: Tom, Martha, Nancy, Melissa, & Dave.

Not quite last, thanx and lol’s to supportcrime, Danica, Jerwin, Aim, Iza and fx for keeping me awake and enthusiastic from afternoon to midnight to afternoon again.


And, finally, Gina, who makes this all fun again and again and again.

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Some addendums to that post: 1) I typed “rabi” instead of “wockerjabby.com” into the hyperlink at first without noticing. 2) The entire coffee thing is moot because the mug is too hot for me to even approach. I can’t even sneak up on it. 3) You’ll note that i missed linking to Martha despite linking to the other two kiddies in my circle of awakeness, but that’s because i knew she was posting this really funny summary of me and my blog on her page shortly. I am still laughing. Still. Martha is definitely a daily read now; that’s what you get :p

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me: i think i’m having a contest to see what i do more: mention how bad at singing i am, or link to rabi

Martha: I’m trying really hard not to fall into that. By the time this whole thing is done I’ll probably just be posting links to Rabi. let her entertain them. ;)

me: LOL

I love it when LOL actually means what it says. Also, i think Martha might be running neck and neck with Rabi in the link department, but if you’ll excuse me i think i have to go snort some caffeine pills in a reenactment of a cocaine scene from Magnolia…

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Rabi and Martha both seem to like “colorblind” quite a bit, which is funny, because i think i never intended on playing it more than once. Or, maybe i had forgotten about it. Except, one day i found myself and my guitar in the middle of a field at Swarthmore and i asked Rabi what she might like to hear and she asked for “Colorblind,” and i halfway rewrote it while i was playing it, and after that i considered it a real part of my collection of songs the same way Rabi suddenly became not just a figment of the internet but a real friend. So, anyway, “Colorblind” was incredibly easy to record because it’s still exactly that malleable, and i wish everything in life would keep on being that easy.

My emotions flow out like sand in an hourglass filling up the past. They’re from a beach full of grains, like a pallet of colors, but this is what i’m left to paint with. I used all of my red to make a beautiful heart – that’s where it all started. And i lost the black and blue painting it to match you, and wiping out all the working parts. I had a rainbow of colors to paint our love, but now it’s just sand through my fingers. I’ll be lucky if i’m left with the grey sky that it was cast against to paint what lingers. I gave you my first times and I gave you my trust, and you just smoldered like a furnace. We were hot enough that all we did was combust, and ashes are all we’re left with. I had a rainbow of colors to paint our love, but now it’s just sand through my fingers. I’ll be lucky if i’m left with the grey sky that it was cast against to paint what lingers. The enormity of you and me made me colorblind. And now that that we’re through I’m scraping together all that’s left over of the colors i can find. I found a discarded green: the color of your envy. I’ve got white for my spotlight. ‘Cause you were center stage; you stole the applause from my life. And i’ve got just enough left over to paint a four leaf clover. Yeah, I’ll need all the luck in the world. ‘Cuz with all this black and white how will i ever find another beautiful girl?

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