babysitting stupidpunkgirl meghan is babysitting a two year old. scary. so far she has brought it to the piercing shop and broadway records to see rich. had her hair dyed pink at denny's watched porn with meghan and learned how to do the metal sign with her hands when meghan says "rock and roll elizabeth!" and taught how to say son of a bitch! she'll be interesting when she grows up...yes indeed... 010321 ... silentbob we went to evans house and saw danielle's baby she can imitate a turtle, a fish, and indicate that she is one and find evans nose. danielle told me that her dad had been laid in the bed i was sitting in and her dad told me it wasnt true. she also told me that evan was a load that was meant to be swallowed. i couldn't stop laughing. 010322 ... raze the first time, we watched the shitty roland emmerich remake of "godzilla". the kids kept imitating the voice of a minor character because they thought he sounded funny saying the sea monster's name. "go-jilla," they said. "go-jilla." the second time, we watched "titanic". they both cried when jack died. the romance didn't do anything for me. i thought the most moving part of the whole film was the orchestra playing while the ship sank, trying to calm passengers who didn't even know they were there, playing "nearer, my god, to thee" as a desperate prayer, dying with their violins and cellos still in their hands. something about the sad dignity of it all stayed with me. i read something a few years ago that presented an alternate reading of the film in which jack is either a woman forced to pass as a man or a trans man, and rose is gay, and i kind of want to watch it again with that in the back of my mind to see if it doesn't flip everything on its head. the third time, we watched "austin powers: the spy who shagged me". that's probably one of the things i'll go to hell for. my sisters were eight and five. they never should have been watching something like that. but they wanted to see it. and they'd seen and heard worse shit around the house. they thought it was hilarious. they acted out the post-coital scene between felicity and fat bastard. i thought i was going to die. imagine an eight-year-old girl saying, "you want some chicken?" and singing the "baby back ribs" song in a perfect grizzled scottish accent. i always told them a story before bed, with stuffed animals representing each character. they had as much say as i did in where things went. there were bears and dinosaurs and killer whales that never killed anyone. when their parents were home they'd call up after a while and say it was time for bed. my sisters would both shout back at the same time, "five more minutes!" but when the gatekeepers weren't around, our stories could last forever. 211114 what's it to you? who go blather from