Eccentric Flower:199809/danish to manson to starr
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twenty-four september ninety eight eleven a m danish to manson to starr I want a Danish. I didn't have breakfast; I usually don't because my stomach wakes up after I do, and all I can stand first thing in the morning is coffee. But my stomach is up early, and it wants a big sticky gooey sugary pastry. Preferably one with a tangy filling for contrast. Lemon. I want a lemon Danish. It may be the cold weather, which always boosts my appetite. Last night I brought out the blanket. My significant other uses a blanket basically year-round - no matter how hot the weather, she'll get cold while she sleeps - but mine comes out only as weather permits. I like having covers with some weight to them, actually, but I greatly dislike sweating in bed. These two blankets (why do we each have a separate blanket? Because we fidget and the blankets are small) are old and ratty and at their best - meaning they're about to fall apart. I love my blanket, but not as much as the cat does. This morning, when he could finally get into the bedroom (this is the Other Cat, not Inu herself), he immediately went to the blanket and walked out a spot for himself and curled up in it emphatically. I bet I'll find him in exactly that position when I get home this evening. - - - Reading Entertainment Weekly on the subway, my weekly dose of fluff and gloss. It notes that at the MTV Video Music Awards (heaven help us), actress Rose McGowan, who is apparently dating Marilyn Manson, arrived wearing nothing but a leopard-print thong and a sort of fishnet drape which covered the front of her body only - and not especially well. Her response, though, was surprisingly frank: trying to be more shocking than Manson makes its demands. "There's not a lot of options besides nudity at this point," she noted. Manson was dressed comparatively demurely, in a shiny gray suit, also leopard-spotted, with a huge red fake-fur collar. Very Elton John. Although, you know, Manson's actually been stealing from David Bowie lately. All the reviewers of his new CD say so ... so I decided I had to succumb to pressure. Yes. I bought a Marilyn Manson CD. And you know what? They're right. I understand his previous stuff didn't sound like this, but Mechanical Animals is mostly taken right from Bowie's heavy drug-rock period. The big difference is that Bowie never used this underpinning of loud white noise and fuzz and burned-out junk - sort of like glam meets grunge. Actually the glam is more up my alley than the grunge. It's a good album but I can only listen to it one track at a time - the relentless noise and the heavy depression gets to me after a while. But there is something here. This is not just a shock-rock stunt. - - - Actually the most entertaining thing in this EW is where they review the Starr report as if it were a novel. They give it an A-, ultimately concluding it's multi-genred satire. Apparently it rates better when taken as a novel than as a porn site - as mouth organ reported last week, my friends Jane and Jim reviewed it as such on their site, and concluded that it failed to deliver the goods.
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