Never mind.
Some poor potential blogger tried interviewing me last night on IM. Late last night. Early this morning. My brain was not functioning. So I hope he or she saved the log, because I casually clicked the window shut even while thinking, "I should save this."
My responses, which I'm trying to remember, were much less coherent than the re-creations here. I may have said, "That'll put marzipan in your pie plate!" for no particular reason at some point.
Them: So, it's mostly black guys who read and comment on your site?Me: Um. . . well, there's Jason, and George stops by sometimes, and Ronn and j. brotherlove every once in a blue moon. . . not really, no.
Me: Maybe if I didn't insult O-Dub and Darmon whenever they stop by. . .
Them: So you post about stuff like the Colin Powell - Harry Belafonte thing?
Me: The what now?
Them: The links are to sites that you read regularly?
Me: When you say "regularly". . .
There was more. I might even remember enough scraps for it to be worth mentioning.
Tony came up, but I started a rambling answer about posting photos of women, then realized most of the women here might actually like it more if I did. And then there was some odd business involving Kate Dillon and size issues, which may have made perfect sense to me at the time, but on reflection makes me wonder if the free clinic has therapists available on Saturdays.
I did feel guilty enough to actually, you know, read some of the people I've linked to. While having the IM chat. I cannot multitask properly even when wide awake. If the child ever does start a blog or post a transcript, ignore the bit where I say, "Oh, that's what Neo meant when she mentioned side effects of birth control pills. I'd been too embarassed by my ignorance at the time to ask."
And I did admit I'd only read about the Powell-Belafonte thing at Die Puny Humans. Leading to the question, "Is that another black blog?" To which I replied yes, not realizing that sarcasm does not travel well in this medium if you don't use smileys. And I fucking hate those things.
Think towards the end of the chat, everyone was black. Including Rachel Lucas and Dawn Olsen. And possibly Rebecca Blood, although I might have been thinking of LuCyFurr, who to my knowledge doesn't actually have a blog, and created a composite. . .
I trust this serves as a cautionary tale to anyone thinking of IMing me.
I may just uninstall the software entirely.
Update: Honestly compels me to point out that there might, possibly, have been one Goose Island Honker's Ale involved in addition to sleep deprivation. Two, max.
Then someone came in through the back door, which I'd left open because it was unseasonably warm, and forgotten about -- clearly, I've lived in Minnesota for too long, and will probably put a key under the Batz Maru welcome mat next -- and finished off several more. There's no way I could have had that many.
It would have made me say very silly things.
Wait a minute...
I'm a guy?
I'm not a black man, but I could pretend to be if it would make you feel less guilty.
If it's any consolation, my parents called from Hawaii last night after I had a few too many and I started rambling to them about dead squirrels and Harry Belafonte.
We should do a drunk IM convo some time. It would make for interesting blog fodder, at least.
Jason, yeah, you and your wife Bellinitra were supposed to go to Vancouver, because the Medical Board assigned her there for her residency, but your passport didn't arrive in time. . .
I may have got some details wrong.
Michele, I should point out that the words "sleep it off" are not in my body's vocabulary, so anything posted today is pretty much what you'd get in a drunk IM convo.
How did dead squirrels work into this?
Dead squirrels was totally a non sequiter, which I have plenty of when I'm drunk.
I was trying to convey to my parents the story of how my son was caught outside peeing on a dead squirrel.
I think I'll take some aspirin now.
Oh yes Jason I feel for you and your wife in the whole residency process. Here I thought B and I were alone in the process...now I remember you and your secret wife have it too.
I think you need to get on irc...
Martin, I can barely read/follow irc transcripts after the fact. And that's sober.
Michelle, I may have announced the upcoming birth of you and B's child.
Your third, in fact.
I think I shall make some coffee.
Michele, can I bum an aspirin off you?
Sign me up for the dead squirrels. Is it okay to hope that you inadvertantly scarred that kid in some way? I'm in one of those moods.
You must write very well, since I keep reading despite the fact that I can barely parse the pop culture items, have never seen the Buffy show, and have never heard Tori Amos as far as I know.
Perhaps it's the service you render in excerpting the rightist blogs so I don't have to read them, but actually, I'm rather incurious as to the opinions of foaming-at-the-mouth yts, so it must be that you write well.
Um, I have no clue what the appeal of this place is. You might want to check your oven for gas leaks.
And (visiting your site) where did you hear about Shirin Neshat? One of the museums here had an exhibit with six of her films, but I think it closed a few weeks back. . .
My oven is so never on, so it couldn't be that!
Re:Shirin Neshat: one of the photographs from women with guns series was on the cover of some art world mag I saw in a store. Now I think the juxtaposition of woman/gun/farsi writing/ is too too obviously sensationalist, but it worked well enough that I picked up the magazine!
I'm not too keen on her videos, tho I'm not too keen on video per se. Also I saw her interviewed (a diaologue with Shazia Sikander, whose work I admire very much), and she spoke in such Identity Politics Cliches that my skin crawled, which ( must admit makes it harder for me to take her work seriously.
Drapetomaniac, you realize that now I'm going to have to track down that interview. . .
Think I mostly liked the music in the videos I saw. Except the one with the Philip Glass soundtrack. But this is probably due to bad pseudo-relationship with a woman who loved his work. Transference? You're soaking in it.
Babbled a bit about Shirin Neshat here: http://www.uppity-negro.com/archives/000436.html#000436
That entry also has an Arabic Donald Duck comic book cover.
There is a reason I rarely re-read those things.
Man, nobody ever tells lies about me.