Beautiful (Non-Aggressive) Love!

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Wednesday: A-Gurglin' & A-Whisperin'

Oh my sweet lovely blog-reading friends (however many hundreds of you there are): How today my heart does soar! It fills with fluid and then expands and then releases and then fills with fluid all over again! How lovely is the heart, especially when it is nudged along into growth, in this case because of a very pretty intern now sitting at the front desk. My god I am sweating and my hands are pounding as I type these lines. I'm looking right at her, well actually, I'm pretending to look behind her at the wall (at the framed "Teamwork!" poster showing three people scaling a mountain in subzero temperatures), like I'm deep in thought so if lets say she does look over at me she her eyes will fall upon someone deep in thought, a man with many gifts who happens to be pensive and contemplative. This is a very handsome person she will think! Oh man, she has a pretty sort of appearance and she is laughing on the phone. Cute little laugh. Oh, Sweet mother of pearl! Steve Coggins (Accounts) just walked by and made little eyebrows at me because he can propably tell that I am wickedly consumed by her already. He better not attempt to make a run at her too, particularly because he's married and has 4 kids, but you see my point. I am all a-twitter and a gushing! What do I do?? Do I just walk up to her? Maybe I'll borrow her stapler!!! Maybe after lunch I'll get up the gonads! Stay tuned!!

Step Off Sara Roth!

My Bad, A-Dog!

It's The Pits

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Get In My Van!

Thank You: A Thursday's Whispers

Hello Team! It is your humblest of humble Taffy Sunburst McKittrick here and I want to go ahead and inform you that I am missing the parameter of the datapoint. Ha, you probably don't know what that would mean. How could you because you don't work at a putrid day job like me or with me. I rolled in this morning and grabbed a cup of Maxwell House (that's all they brew here!) and sat down at the computer. I began tinkering and fingering the database, that's my job after all, and guess what: go on guess: I spilled my cup of coffee on the keyboard. Ugh!! It's times like this that I want to climb in my van and pull up to a street corner and ask the beautiful-est woman on that corner to climb in and run away with me. To a place where pony's gallop and billygoats graze and the sun blasts away. Enough of this madness!!!

Hey guess what Wednesday?:I have depression!

Man o' Man. It comes a-whistlin' off the plain, curling and blowing and moving and flowing like so much thick cloud. A grey paste that you cannot use to stick papers together with or that you'd cook with. No, this is a paste you inadvertantly apply to your hole body, as if it were lotion or unguent. Once it hardens well then you just sit there and think, now what? If you haven't figured it out my blog-reading friends, I'm talking about love. Hard love. Rock Hard Love Sensations. They are rippling like the first step of that dinosaur in the water glass.

Last night I came home from the terrible horrible unfortunate putrescent day job. I had hoped to talk to my friend but, big surprise, she didn't respond to my phone calls, emails, texts, or sexts (again!) which send your's truly into a tailspin of tallboys, microwave burritos, and some kind of chef show marathon. I don't know what it was. I was lost, alone, afraid. I did a lot of wondering and muttering, in that order. How do artists manage these terrible things like love and confusion? It is a question with no answer but I won't stop asking it. Ever.

Baby, whut do u want????

baby, whut do u want?? from Taffy McKittrick on Vimeo.

Well, I found the gal. She called me on Saturday night and said not to freak out but that she was sick and maybe it wasn't swine flu after all but that I might want to take a step or two back from her. I got the sense she didn't mean because she was ill but rather because she believed that I was crowding her, in an emotional sense. Fine, I thought, just fine. At this point I asked her to tell me how she thought our date went down last Tuesday and she said something about how she wanted me to "be less of a lady and more of a caveman" which I have no idea what that means. Probably something about being rude and misoginous instead of polite and tender and delicate. In any case, I didn't know what the heck she was going on about. Baby, I said, what do you want????

Sad, Sad, Sad

A Tale of Two Fridays

Glum bum sadness bubbling up and around me like so much thick gooey lava. Last friday, as I'm certain you recall gentle blog reader, was a banner day. A time of fervor and all-out excitement. This was codified in my tune "It's Friday, Motherf*cker!" which was like me roaring from the rooftops all about how grand it was to arrive at a Friday. Today. Well not so much. Sigh.

As you know from my song "Swine Flu Blues" I had a date the other evening. A first date. A glorious first date. Or so I thought. Or rather it was on my end. So to speak. I've called. I've emailed. I've left texts and sexts and there is no apparent response from the beauty lady who I dined with Tuesday night. All that is left, I presume, is my sadness and the memory of what happened over that hot artichoke spread. Magic was created there. A powerful and virulent magic that has never been matched. Where are you and why won't you call me back??????

I know you feel it too. Please call me back baby. :(

OMG! OMG! OM MF'ing G!

My day job is among the more challenging portions of a human being's day. I cannot take coming here and working here and breathing the same air as these people, some of whom are putrid in both a stereotypical and also empirical manner. I don't enjoy putrid people; I'll go ahead and be upfront with you about that. My supervisor in particular is a person addicted to pain-killers. This incorporates a lot of questionable judgement calls regarding all sorts of items from the high-level to the medium range and also the banal. Can I share with you that I am an artist and - yes, I know, I know, I am lucky to have a job in this button-hole economy - I don't want to have to go to work. I need to be laying in bed still with the dreamy state of dreamtime floating around my head like so many fat cherubs. This is the obligation that society has to pay to the artist: not making them work!

Swine Flu Blues!

Welcome to Wednesday: the Love Greet

Wow and big buttery wham-bam wow! What a day I had yesterday. It is still moving and cursing through my veins, reminding me that I am right here breathing in the ether and how good does that feel! First things first: I stayed home sick from work yesterday and watched The Legend of Benjamin Burton (the brad pitt movie) which I am still bamboozled and reeling from in awe-faced stupefaction. So amazing that I am going to start crying if I think about it. A sweet natured black lady takes care of brad pitt when he is old and then he falls in love with Cate Hudson when he gets younger. There's more to it than that but that is the general thrusts. It's all about living and dying and breathing and how it means that you become an artist through the magic of life. You never know what's around a corner. Sometimes it's a nice black lady and sometimes it is you dying. Man, I'm not doing it justice because it's deeper than that though. Whatever, just go see it!!

The other big thing was that I had a blind date last night!! I met her online through the internet. We hit it off a lot in ways that I won't go into because I respect her privacy but she just came back from Tijuana and had a little bit of a cold. I know, I know, I probably shouldn't kiss ladies who visit mexico when swine flu is bubbling around this planet but I wanted to kiss her bad. This could be the start of something liquid and lovely. And yes, there is a song coming about her. Keep your ears pealed!!!

"It's Friday, Motherf*cker!"

Fantastic Friday!

Greetings gang. The end of the work week has come to a blissful and eruptive halt, thank God! What a terrible time I have had working this week. Yes, I understand that I am grateful to have a job but I implore you to spend 1/2 hour doing what I do with the people here, who have maladies that range from 'smells like cheese' to 'blisteringly incompetent' and everything in between. Whatever, this is part of my life so this is part of my art-making. Everything goes in!!
New song in a bit.