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Schools (Other):
BABY JAIL
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Occupation:
kick me in the balls-$1
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Affiliations:
Gimme Action, Panty Raid, Tales Of Blarg, Desperate Times, Jank, Hot Tub
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Hobbies and Interests:
Comic books, adult diaper/garter belt combo, old men, bloopers, coffee, haunted houses, BEAR magazine(esp.the issue with Buddy LaRue), renardation, making crap, Stanley, JoeyRamone, WWF Snackdown:bitches that know how to eat.
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Favorite Books:
Flannery O' Connor, Ring Lardner, James Baldwin, Zora Neale Hurston, Michael Chabon, Kozinski, Cookie Mueller, Pleasant Gehman, Carson McCullers, Murakami, TrumanCapote, Brautigan, Lynda Barry, Malcolm Gladwell, LeRoy, autobios, tons of comix:kaz, bagge, dori seda, clowes, hernandez, etc
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Favorite Movies:
My Best Fiend, Bad News Bears, The Jerk, lots of 70's movies, What Ever Happened To Baby Jane?, The Ice Storm, Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf?, Over The Edge, Grumpy Old Men, any movie based on a Tenesse Williams play(Night of the Iguana, etc), Meatballs, Little Darlings, Paris Texas
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Favorite Music:
Blood&GutsPepSquad, Prince, the Germs, Joan Jett, Black Flag, X, Teenage Head, Soup, Nerves, Wipers, Jag Offs, Tina bands, Lil Richard, Stevie Wonder, Red Kross, Exploding Hearts, Ramones, Angry Samoans, the Bananas, FANG
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Favorite TV Shows:
Freaks & Geeks, What's Happening!, That's So Raven
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Zodiac Sign:
Aquarius
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About Me:
Staying true in a sea of human garbage
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Who I Want to Meet:
Somebody to serenade me with ukulele accompaniment (preferrably while in some form of watercraft). Funny ladies. Somebody to suck out the poison.
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Being A Friend (Salsa Version)"! That
shit was tight! I can't believe we
actually got around to doing that - and
I can't believe it stayed on the Latin
Charts for 65 weeks!
about them. She the 'Real Janelle' .... I mean
the lady aint even dead yet and there have
already been songs written about her. Janelle
and I only crossed paths like once or twice we
remained fanzine penpal buddies back in those
golden years. I was always impressed at what a
talented artist and clever writer she is. She is
that kinda punk girl who is kinda scary and
awesome at the same time. You might be a bit
afraid of her, but you still want to make her your
friend. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside
to know that she is still rockin' in the "Free" world.
Keep hope alive! I am glad that we found
eachother again on the friendster machine. XO R
oakland...we used lots of food stamps
to make the kind of shit you see on the
cover of microwave t.v. dinner. boxes,
but that shit tasted better. im talking
about pot pies and pigs in a blanket
(you know the baby hot dogs wrapped
in a suculent bisquick crust)
any ways besides that we made fun of
lots of busted people and walked
stanley a lot...no you dont know that shit
was hella wild..! now im just counting
down the days till i go back to oakland
to hang out with her and leave this funky
city where the guys all look like Tom
Waits (new bore leans), yeah its
strugglin here.
I guess the point of all this is to let yall
know that Janelle keeps it real. for real
loitering on telegraph avenue and
brought me to the cockroach cafe down
the street to hang out with the punx. we
were both 16. there were riots in the
streets and adventure in the air. janelle
took advantage of me in the tunnels
under the university with a couple 40oz
of king cobra and life was never the
same after that. i was from new york city
and knew nothing of her slick berkeley
ways. later she got mad at me cause i
kissed someone else and one day she
and her lunatic girlfriends threw rocks at
me while i was walking down the street.
we got over that one and wrote lots of
letters to each other for years. she
would draw little cartoons about the
creepy guys who came into her comic
shop. the first time i ever wrote for a
zine it was for tales of blarg! now we
hardly ever see each other but i still love
her and harbor secret fantasies that one
day we'll run off into the sunset together
with the smoking popes and blatz
playing in the background
took that van up to the berkeley hills and put my
vcr and tv in there and ran an extension cord to
some outlet and watched better off dead until the
sun came up? that was so awesome... yeah,
dude!
lies. i don't know why. sometimes i
cry myself to sleep. maybe she's like
the government, like the army where
they break down your identity into
little pieces and put you back
together as a tool for their fiendish
intent. if i ever do anything evil,
you'll know who to blame. i'm just
her little derek zoolander. and don't
believe a word she says, especially
when she starts in about the green cat.
fart and then ask whoever you're with
"do you smell pumpkin pie?" or "is
that baking bread I smell?" and then
they get all excited thinking about
those wonderful scents and take the
biggest smell of fart ever. works
every time. thanks jananay!