Molly Zenobia 2.0

Our priorities are skewed. Since when in our history as a country or state has it ever been a good thing to put discrimination into our constitution? While we’re at it, why don’t we make interracial marriages illegal again too? Cause that got us real far.

Why not spend all the money thrown into California YES on 8 into something that will help people? REALLY help people. Like… to families loosing their homes, or to help people in their community with unemployment. Putting Prop 8 before the real issues of this country makes me sad.

maybe that’s why people have more faith in the virtual.

Ever feel like Winnie the Pooh would make a good mate?
Have you ever
thought damn, that yogi the bear is one hot mo fo?
Or maybe you’re really REALLY into Bill Plympton cartoons. If so
there is hope yet for you:

http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/10/30/2405987.htm

What happens when virtual domestic violence comes into play?
Check out the woman who killed her virtual husband: 

 
http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_3060543.html

Honestly though… are people going to be able to marry inanimate
objects/characters when gays cant marry in California? Cause that’s just sad. 

So in light of all this, I’ve come up with a few virtual come-on lines:

they might work well in a virtual bar, over a virtual drink…

“You’re wearing my favorite pixels tonight.”

“Your X, Y, and Z axis are smokin’”

 
“If I told you you had nice connection points, would to render them against me?”

“Hey baby, wanna keyframe to my place?”

“Mind if I grab you by the control handles?”

“Do you have a USB in your pocket? Cause I can see myself in your operating systems.”

“Wanna plug-and-play?”

“Can my touch-pad be your interface for the night?”

“Can my joystick be your interface for the night?”

“Hi, I’m new to Ruby, can you give me a tour of your code?”

“I’ve gotta joystick with your name on it.”

“I’ve gotta touch-pad with your name on it.”

“Do you have an HID in you? Would you like one?”

“Wii me if I’m wrong, but is your name 11000011001000000111?”

“Let’s put our I/O together and see what pops up.”

“I’ll show you my modem, if you show me yours.”

“How about we memory-map your input to my output?”

“My embedded system is all about me, but tonight I can make it about you.”

“My micro-controller is hard-ware for you baby.”

“Your soft-ware makes me hard-ware for you.”

That’s it for now. But if you use any of these on me, I’ll slap your hard-ware so hard you’ll forget your motherboard.

love,
~molly zenobia

This one really got me this morning. Just wanted to share.

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and just for fun, Les Misbarak…

Come on you old pest fetch a bottle of your best. What’s the nectar of the day?

I love him, but when the night is over
He is gone. The river’s just a river
Without him, the world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers
I love him, but every day I’m learning,
All my life I’ve only been pretending!!!
Without me, his world will go on turning
The world is full of happiness that I have never knownnnnnn!!!!!
I love himI love himI love him…
But only on my own…
(sniffle)

lalala
~molly

48 film festival, translation? NO SLEEP.

I love living on the edge.

My cousin asked for my help in this national film festival to do the score. He was given the theme spy, and in one weekend had to write, film and edit, then in less than one day I had to do the score.

Needless to say I hear a millions things I would do much differently, blah blah blah, but there isn’t enough time to think about it, let alone do it.

Besides I was already overwhelmed playing violin parts, when I can’t play the violin.

It’s up on facebook if you want to check it out.

http://www.new.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=45997090585&oid=58868865936

e-mail me if you can’t get there, it might be because you need to be on it, or a friend, or something like that.

mollyzen [at] mollyzenobia [dot] com

Congratulations to my cousin Josh. (i’m so proud

~mz.

Those of you who have my album November Antique know that it came with a stencil.
I have a new usage for it the past few days: 

 a little bit of cinnamon on a cappuccino. 
keep sending my your ideas.
~mZ 

LOL

Well I’m headed out the door to the LA premier of the documentary,  The Memory Box.  

If you have a moment check out the progress of my web-site and let me know what you think:

~till later

~mz 

Last night after recording I went to a pub with a large group of miscreants.  We then shut it down by partying “too late” and moved the party to a house where one of my delightful new friends decided to dress me in ‘couture’ she was given from the designer earlier that day.  One of the shirts was gorgeous… and very see-through.  (sorry noone took a photo However it did prompt my friend to grab my boobs and ask “ARE THOSE REAL?”  LMAO

That was a good one.  I’d never heard it before.  

I laughed, and she said, ‘No really… it there any silicon in there?’  

No. No there is not.  And there will never be.

HERE HERE! 

~mz.  

I’m about to go out for lunch with Matt Malley. I’m still working on the coffee I made the other night. I didn’t know how much I was making and I don’t want to waste it. ?

I’m thinking about bringing in some new songs. This complicates things as we’d already picked three songs. My indecisiveness is backed by the feeling that every decision I make right now is the most important one ever… that every move I’m making will influence my future. Cause who defines themselves by such a small body of their work? Three songs. *sips coffee*

It’s hard to not see it that way right now.

I’ve been hanging out with old and new friends. I was sitting outside sipping wine when someone said, “It’s not good for a child to have two parents of the same sex.” I couldn’t believe someone would put their face behind that. They can’t think that. I’ve met a whole shit-load of people who are fucked up… straight parents… I’ve also met together driven people whose parents are GAY. One is not better than the other. It’s about the quantity of time you put into your kids. But they were serious, so many of them think that they’re serious. It reminds me of sitting down with one of my uncles friends. But my uncle is another story.

I’ve been incessantly filling up journals. I filled the last page of one last night. My hand is trying to keep up with my brain. It makes it harder to sleep. It feels like there is so much to do. And so much that is ACTUALLY happening. unbelievable.

holy shit. I might actually do this.

it’s about that time. till later~

~mZ

Tina Fey as Sarah Palin

 enjoy,
mz. 

mid process. 

MUTINY!!  

certain shows seem to be quite the challenge.  fuck ego.  you’ve just got to suck it up.  there is such a funny parallel while singing about my little broken hearts while i’m sitting in front of guys saying, “duuuude the was awwwesome,” “are you watching the game?”  ”I love boobs!” … okay I’m not certain about that last one… but it would not have been surprising.  in those moments it’s all about the music, cause what else do i have to lean on?  when i show up for the music is shows up for me.  an audience my music seemed to be drowning in brought out several at the end to talk about how they loved it and buy cds.  i was surprised. 

that all reminds me of another boob story… but that’s for another time.