The Domestics

What exactly is my vision for my future? "Go to school, graduate, get a career, get married in my mid twenties, enjoy that for a while, buy a starter house, have a kid or two, make the most exciting parts of my existence that new 60 inch flat screen we can finally afford and saving up for a trip to Disneyland."

O_O

(Insert long string of uncontrollable laughter here.)

The American Dream!! Mmm, pie.

I'd end up like the dad in American Beauty, if I'm at all lucky. (I Don't know... that cheerleader girl was pretty hot.)

Death by comfort zone!!!

But alas, I know better, don't I? We'd all like to think we do.

It's all about conquering fear.

Fear of supporting oneself without a college degree.

Fear of being alone.

Fear of failure.

Fear of success.

Fear of being judged or criticized!

Uh oh, my cliche is showing. *blush*

So what exactly does my future look like? There's quite a bit I want to get done in my life, I are a serious artist! srsly.

I'll have accomplished a lot by the time I've died. I'll make sure of that. Unless I get hit by a bus tomorrow or something.

Mom, if that happens, please sue DART. I wouldn't want you guys to be stuck with my apartment lease.

And Stoney, should that happen, please show a picture of me to Ebony every Christmas and tell her how I loved her so. Tell her how I held her when she was a baby, and that I will always be with her in her little kitty heart.

Reese, please take Cici, my beloved seal recently turned pirate. Do not let his whiskers get chewed up any more by cats, they're already in awful shape.

Donate the rest of my belongings to any charity of choice, but not the battered women's shelter, they deserved it.

Ack, how did this turn into a will?

Back on topic.

Aside from the many different projects (both currently known and unknown) that I would like to complete in my lifetime, one of which I'm starting on now, my main goal is the assembly of musicians as cracked in the head as I am. I've touched on it before, but here I will go into full detail. The best way to start turning plans into something tangible is to get them written down and known to the world.

The name 'The Domestics" is an easy enough indicator of what we stand for. (And I'm keeping the name, even if a band or two you've never heard of currently have the same one. I will actually do it justice, assholes.)

We all go crazy for movies like Fight Club, Office Space and American Beauty. Life was never meant to be a monotonous struggle to avoid discomfort. Any more than a baby bird is meant to stay in its nest forever. That bird will either fly or break its neck on the ground below. (Actually I think baby birds might be a little more durable than that, and mommy birds probably take precautions to avoid such a thing, but let's ignore this for the sake of analogy.)

Like so many before me, I would rather die trying than die hiding. And what am I trying to do? Wake your asses up like an impatient child on Christmas morning. There are so many damn presents to open! Why are you still sleeping!!?

Being yourself is the most fulfilling endeavor you can ever undertake. I was given this challenge one warm summer night in Oregon when I was gifted with the name Iris. No way I'm letting you down Sunrise.

The Domestics' aim is to be your voice, your inspiration. Your permission to conquer fears. The Domestics' purpose is to bridge fantasy and reality. Those crazy heroes who take stand for what they truly want in life need not live only in the movies.

What on earth is my obsession with a schoolgirl outfit? Could it be that I'm a lesbian pedophile? While that's always a possibility, it's not the reason behind my love for the image. The schoolgirl represents my place in society as a young girl. It is my ironic tribute to that which I yearn to transcend. It symbolizes an awake mind in the sea of sameness. Plus it's just a lot of fun to dress up like a schoolgirl.

The business man and the housewife represent the same thing. It is beautiful in its simplicity.

Right now I'm working on finding musicians with a similar insanity who are willing to dress up like a business man and a housewife. I am absolutely positive these people exist out there somewhere.

I could go on for hours into every littlest nuance and daydream regarding this topic, but I feel that I've summed it up adequately.

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This Blog Will Change Your Life. Maybe.

Yo!

Today is the 20th anniversary of the day my mother scheduled to get me surgically extracted from her uterus. Celebrations were yesterday. Such a strange thing to celebrate, I fear I may never quite comprehend the inner clockwork that is the psychology of the Modern Western Society. Should all that have been capitalized? I don't pretend to know.

Back to the story; though the younger male Tinley doesn't have quite the natural gift at planning birthday themes his mother possesses, he really tries, bless his heart, (Because it sneezed?) the theme itself was a fantastic one, however, lunch at Blue Mesa doesn't quite top a safari, or having your entire family dress up like The Addams Family. I'm leaving Janet in charge of my 21st.

I was very touched at my gift:

(Ignore the terrible lighting, I'm only dating a photographer, I don't pretend to be one.)

I also received Skybox's album, Arco Iris. It fits in perfectly, very well done.

I went in to get it notarized today.

The 'Universe' had its own amazing gift for me on this holy day. I felt this pressing distraction and energy, like a headache, only backwards. As if my head was putting pressure on the air around me. You'll never understand what I just said, that's OK, unwrinkle that brow and let it go.

Could not sit still, could not concentrate on anything that would normally hold my interest. So in a flailing of awkward intuition inspired frolicking, I wandered the Barnes and Noble as if I were on some caffeine-inspired mission. Though I had no caffeine in my system. After some time of this, I, in a moment of romantic passion, (of the platonic variety) hopped onto a stool and gazed around until something caught my eye. The humor section!! I wandered over to it, feeling a repelling force every time I walked in the wrong direction. Finally I stood in front of a single bookshelf, knowing in my heart that this was indeed the right one, and the right side. Eagerly I peered about the selection, searching for the item which was apparently calling to me. And there it was! Glowing with an unearthly light, angelic music coming from some unseen location. OK, you got me, that part didn't actually happen, but I was excited nonetheless. It was so aptly named: 'This Book Will Change Your Life'.

Google it.

Now here is the part where I explain its significance:

The Iris I dream of someday becoming is about ten times bolder, ten times wittier, ten times more spontaneous and ten times more completely and totally liberated from fear of social repercussions. It's a necessity to my plans. I was excited enough about the book itself, until I discovered there was a website to accompany it. On this website there is a section called 'The Cult' A very large listing of blogs posted by other Benrik followers doing the daily tasks. This serves me many, crucially important purposes all revolving around social networking of a certain type I could never before give a name to. I have found where I need to be.

If you so desire, you may follow me on my new Benrik blog, I intend to start it tomorrow.

http://www.benrik.co.uk/content/profile.asp?userID=32840&u=5731252

Everything is unfolding nicely once again.

Tomorrow will be an eventful day, I know I will have much to share.

Namaste mah homies.