I watched the family guy last night... 

That show makes me feel so nervous. Like when you feel bad for fist fighting with a friend, you know kind of feeling: guilty but strangely satisfied. 

Anyway, this video is the funniest thing ever. This Bryan Adams song used to be "our" song. The "our" I'm talking about was my freshman in high school boyfriend. Does lameness know any boundaries?

Just saying. 

I'm pretty sure you can click on this to see it bigger. 

Stone washed jeans. Sienna Miller is rocking stonewashed jeans with tight ankles. I will never slither into a pair of those devil pants again.

I vividly remember my first pair. They had zippered ankles and a high waist. Basically these pants were capable of making any body shape have a camel toe and a pancake ass. I was young and stupid. I even wore them to a dance where I danced to Guns-N-Roses newest song, Paradise City. This is one fad that haunts me. Normally I dance to the beat of my own fashion drum. Junior High was the one exception. I actually remember being pissed that my Mom wouldn't let me wear spandex to school. I am so ashamed.

Note to self: Thank Mom for being strict, uncool, and unreasonable.

I really pray that this fad never takes flight. The mere site of stonewashed sends me to a place of small boobs, strict parents, and rejection.

One of my readers wrote in and sent me their very own smoke break, I'm a day late but I've been shooting a lot of pics lately, and I'm super backed up with the editing! Anywhoo, this made me life a bit easier. Even though I didn't know who Jack Keruac was...now I'm intrigued. Thank you to Gary in Pheonix

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."   

    - - Jack Kerouac, On the Road

    Like all of us, Miss Quille deserves a day off – especially a Friday in Sandpoint now that the lakes of North Idaho are almost warm enough to not quite jump into yet….atleast not sober.

    My nomination for surrogate smoke break is the late, great American writer Jack Kerouac.

    He’s been on my mind a lot lately since I too was blissfully de-corporatized a few months back.

    What would Jack do faced with the uncertainty of no pending paycheck?

Other then some short stints working as a railroad man and fire lookout tower

desperado, Jack wasn’t much for the 9 to 5 grind. He mostly read, wrote and drank so

when the girlfriend scolded me the other day about doing nothing for the entire month of May but reading, writing and drinking, I took it as a compliment. She was not amused.

    I like this girl so she was either going to have to come to grips with my lifelong fascination with Kerouac or I was going to have to somehow get Kerouac added to Oprah’s Book Club. Anyone who has ever read his semi-autobiographical novels like On the Road, Dharma Bums, Desolation Angels, Big Sur, etc knows that Kerouac and Winfrey don’t run in the same circles….not in this life or the next!

    Drastic measures were called for. I made her use up two sick days and flew us to San Francisco for a four day weekend crash course in all things Kerouac. We browsed City Lites Bookstore, ate cheap in Chinatown, napped on the grass of Washington Square, made love in the cute, little San Remo Hotel, enjoyed coffee and croissants at the smallest cafes’ we could find and yes, pub crawled through North Beach meeting an array of bizarre characters which could rival the best the 219 Lounge could muster on even its nuttiest night.

     We’ve been back for a few days now. I still read, write and drink although some days I switch it up and drink, write and read. As for the girlfriend, she spilled her purse in the grocery store yesterday….a Jack Kerouac paperback spilled out too.

     Thanks Jack! Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.  

Listen up as my reader weighs in on the Susan Boyle phenomena...

So I don't get it. 

I am so sick of the Susan Boyle phenomena.  I am not even sure I get the whole thing.  I mean sure she is talented.  I definitely agree she has talent.  When the youtube video was first sent to me (one of the 5 forwards of it I got).  I thought to myself.  Yes this lady has talent.   She was overlooked for her mono brow and meek attitude, but good for her.  I really never gave it much more thought.   I really don't understand who is buying up show tune albums these days. Who are you buyers of albums that have songs like "I dreamed a dream" and the like?   Also, although the song was never a favorite of mine, I now hate the song, I have heard it so much.   It is still stuck in my head.  Apparently Susan Boyle had a hard time coping with the fame (and probably losing).  I personally found the coverage of her repulsive.  I mean give it a rest.    She waxed the brow - get over it.  But seriously, she is now hospitalized for emotional distress and fatigue, next she will go to rehab.  Maybe she should fly across the pond - she sounds like she would fit in perfectly in Hollywood. 

~Eugene, Oregon SOS (sick of susan)

Dear SOS,

I don't know what the fascination with her is all about. I'm pretty sure the reason that she didn't have any record deals is because she had a mustache. I never considered the fact that she sings show tunes.

You bring up an interesting point. 

Susan makes for interesting tv. in the context of a competition. But I don't see the same people who pass her forward around running out to buy her record.

I think her popularity is due to the fact that she is the first cat lady to make it big...

I'm a dick.

~SQ