Alright, already!! I have received a second request to update my journal. The first came from the lovely Isobel, God rest her internet soul, and the second recently came from a stranger to me, but a friend to all mankind, Coco. She was kind enough to comment on my journal, which, as you all know, means she is of the highest ilk. So at this double behest, I take keyboard underhand and post yet again.
I got a graduate assistantship at the Education and Social Science library at the big university in town. This is very pleasing as it cuts my out-of-state tuition in half and pays me $16.00 an hour. Better yet, Ill have something more impressive, and just as Hassellhoff-esque, than lifeguard to put on my resume. Grad school is back in full swing, as the kids who got together at the Pink House in Cleveland can tell you. I spent the better part of that Saturday doing research in the library in Brunswick, Ohio.
Ill continue my tale of trials, travails, and trimphs at Cedar Point soon.
I got a graduate assistantship at the Education and Social Science library at the big university in town. This is very pleasing as it cuts my out-of-state tuition in half and pays me $16.00 an hour. Better yet, Ill have something more impressive, and just as Hassellhoff-esque, than lifeguard to put on my resume. Grad school is back in full swing, as the kids who got together at the Pink House in Cleveland can tell you. I spent the better part of that Saturday doing research in the library in Brunswick, Ohio.
Ill continue my tale of trials, travails, and trimphs at Cedar Point soon.
Got back from camping in Brown County, Indiana on Sunday and went to see Year of the Rabbit at the Cowboy Monkey last night. I think it was the best show I have seen in over a year, when Shiner played at the Blackbird in Portland. Of course it could be that I'm just jonesing for good music and my tolerance is way down...
CedarPoint IV: Nerf Chess
So space cadets, as you recall, last I left you, after spending a goodly amount of the day at the park alone and ugly, I had just spotted a group of individuals bearing an uncanny resemblance to Suicide Girls and their minions. Ambuling up along side the Alpha Female taking the point (fallenicarus), I strolled three or four steps along side her. "I've been looking for you all day," I said as chipperly as only a 38 year old virgin can say. "No you haven't" was her inarguable reply. On any other day, such a rebuff would have sent me slinking away with my tail between my legs. (Side note: its a vestigial tail. What I would give for one that grapples.) But this day had already seen me sink to new depths of forelornment and desperation. (Side note 2: I could add depravity to that list, but I believe Ill save that for the Dirty Talk Board with the title fun on The Scrambler with a corn dog.) Feeling I had nothing left to lose, I said, Sure I have. I was supposed to meet you all at 9:30. fallenicarus said, oh, it's you. She announced my presence to the group. Much merriment, laughter, and introductions were had by all. As we walked I had a lovely chat with Stirfry concerning the days events and other roller coater venues in other locales. The group was walking back to join some others at the pavilion and it made good sense to join them. As we arrived to the prescribed location, I realized I had gone to the wrong pavilion/meeting place in the morning. I felt like quite the moron. My only hope now was to guise my stupidity as being fashionably late or as a man of mystery. Who is this man who needs not hang out with pretty, younger women who get naked for the internet? Alas, my buffoonery shown through yet again, I believe.
CedarPoint IV: Nerf Chess
So space cadets, as you recall, last I left you, after spending a goodly amount of the day at the park alone and ugly, I had just spotted a group of individuals bearing an uncanny resemblance to Suicide Girls and their minions. Ambuling up along side the Alpha Female taking the point (fallenicarus), I strolled three or four steps along side her. "I've been looking for you all day," I said as chipperly as only a 38 year old virgin can say. "No you haven't" was her inarguable reply. On any other day, such a rebuff would have sent me slinking away with my tail between my legs. (Side note: its a vestigial tail. What I would give for one that grapples.) But this day had already seen me sink to new depths of forelornment and desperation. (Side note 2: I could add depravity to that list, but I believe Ill save that for the Dirty Talk Board with the title fun on The Scrambler with a corn dog.) Feeling I had nothing left to lose, I said, Sure I have. I was supposed to meet you all at 9:30. fallenicarus said, oh, it's you. She announced my presence to the group. Much merriment, laughter, and introductions were had by all. As we walked I had a lovely chat with Stirfry concerning the days events and other roller coater venues in other locales. The group was walking back to join some others at the pavilion and it made good sense to join them. As we arrived to the prescribed location, I realized I had gone to the wrong pavilion/meeting place in the morning. I felt like quite the moron. My only hope now was to guise my stupidity as being fashionably late or as a man of mystery. Who is this man who needs not hang out with pretty, younger women who get naked for the internet? Alas, my buffoonery shown through yet again, I believe.
Went to a Grrrl Power music fundraiser/awareness thing at the Cowboy Monkey last night. 12 bands played twenty minutes each. The only stipulation for the bands was at least one song had to be a cover of a female-fronted band. I have to say, the music was a litle too pop punky for my tastes, but it was for a good cause. This group is holding events all over the midwest to teach young ladies how to skateboard, drum, fix cars, and the more. Kind of an empowerment thing and I my guess is it will help a few with esteem. Very admirable in my book.
Cedar Point III: My Neglected Prostate
So there I was all alone and with every care in the world. An island of solitude in a sea of Woodstock 94. I decided to find a place to have dinner. I would turn this desire into a mission of finding company. My big idea was to poke my head into every place serving alcohol to see if any SGers were living up to their (now realized phony-bologna) reputation as rummy fish. In one restaurant, I made every conceivable effort to explain to a lovely, but very foreign hostess that I did not want a table for one (again), but rather wanted to make a quick walk-through to see if my friends were in attendance. Luckily, a conscientious bus boy, a true Good Samaritan knowing bus boys grave reputations, happened to be walking by, overheard, and okayed my request. How a bus boy gets this type of authority Ill never know. He must have a big penis. Of course, no one I might accuse I mean guess, of being involved with SG was inside, so I ventured back into the throng of screaming kids that was the outside. Fighting back tears and beer farts, I looked for the put-put train tracks. I realized that laying my neck across the track and then having the train run over me was probably not going to pop my head off. However, if the train happened to cross by four or five times before closing, perhaps it would serrate away my melancholy. Thats when I saw girls with loudly died hair, piercings, and SG name tags. Upon relection, of the three, I think it was the hair that was the big give-away.
So there I was all alone and with every care in the world. An island of solitude in a sea of Woodstock 94. I decided to find a place to have dinner. I would turn this desire into a mission of finding company. My big idea was to poke my head into every place serving alcohol to see if any SGers were living up to their (now realized phony-bologna) reputation as rummy fish. In one restaurant, I made every conceivable effort to explain to a lovely, but very foreign hostess that I did not want a table for one (again), but rather wanted to make a quick walk-through to see if my friends were in attendance. Luckily, a conscientious bus boy, a true Good Samaritan knowing bus boys grave reputations, happened to be walking by, overheard, and okayed my request. How a bus boy gets this type of authority Ill never know. He must have a big penis. Of course, no one I might accuse I mean guess, of being involved with SG was inside, so I ventured back into the throng of screaming kids that was the outside. Fighting back tears and beer farts, I looked for the put-put train tracks. I realized that laying my neck across the track and then having the train run over me was probably not going to pop my head off. However, if the train happened to cross by four or five times before closing, perhaps it would serrate away my melancholy. Thats when I saw girls with loudly died hair, piercings, and SG name tags. Upon relection, of the three, I think it was the hair that was the big give-away.
All right, I've been procrastinating about finishing this Cedar Point Serial. I will have one or two installments to finish it up soon. I promise. I just have been too depressed to do anything other than make sickly sweet comments on the boards. Goddamn broken heart. After 7 months I thought I was fine. In one (relative to seven months) short afternoon/evening, everything is ripped apart again. Even Portland's abundance of cute alterna-girl eye candy and getting decent falafel and burritos for the first time since December doesn't quell the pain. Maybe Miso soup tomorrow will help.
back in Portland for one day now. So many cute alterna-girls I can hardly stand it. Haven't seen as many in Illinois in one year as I have in one day back in Portland. Now I just need to convince someone of this ilk to date me, an endevour I have yet to accomplish in my life, regardless of my own long-held thrift store/rock venue proclivities.
Back to my Cedar Point story. After 5-6 hours of quiet, contemplative solitude at an amusement park, I ran into a group who I thought might with SG. Figuring it might be a faux pas to ask if they were from the website (figured maybe SGMidwest might be trying to keep the whole thing incognito) and not knowing the secret handshake, I cryptically asked one of the young ladies if she was from Kalamazoo. This was the best I could do under duress. I had remembered one person with died black hair who had statedon the boards that she was coming to CP. In her profile she was listed as living in Kalamazoo. That was the best my Random Access memory could conjour in the space of a few moments. Of course she was not from Kalamazoo and she and her cronies wisely scampered away with a look of "Die f*cker, f*cker die, die, die, f*cker, die" on their faces. (side note: I am insecure and read too much into things). I started back down the long trail of loneliness and elephant ears.
Back to my Cedar Point story. After 5-6 hours of quiet, contemplative solitude at an amusement park, I ran into a group who I thought might with SG. Figuring it might be a faux pas to ask if they were from the website (figured maybe SGMidwest might be trying to keep the whole thing incognito) and not knowing the secret handshake, I cryptically asked one of the young ladies if she was from Kalamazoo. This was the best I could do under duress. I had remembered one person with died black hair who had statedon the boards that she was coming to CP. In her profile she was listed as living in Kalamazoo. That was the best my Random Access memory could conjour in the space of a few moments. Of course she was not from Kalamazoo and she and her cronies wisely scampered away with a look of "Die f*cker, f*cker die, die, die, f*cker, die" on their faces. (side note: I am insecure and read too much into things). I started back down the long trail of loneliness and elephant ears.
For a long time I thought my excursion to Cedar Point might be a bust, at least in terms of meeting other SGers. I came a little late, went to the wrong pavillion which served as the meeting place. Long story short, from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. I was on my own. I had a good time doing this, mind you. I went on the rides and played old pin ball games. Also, there is something very satisfying about walking around an amusement park smoking cigarettes and drinking beer in front of little kids. I eventualy did run into the others.
I think I'll make this in serial form, so:
More to come later!!
(off to Portland tomorrow. Be nice to go home for the first time in 7 months
)
I think I'll make this in serial form, so:
More to come later!!
(off to Portland tomorrow. Be nice to go home for the first time in 7 months
) Try this again while only half drunk this time.
Went to a show at the Canopy Club the other night. There was a dude performing there and he was alright. I will say this though: I don't care hard core one thinks they are, rotting teeth is nothing to strive for.
There. That makes much more sense.
Went to a show at the Canopy Club the other night. There was a dude performing there and he was alright. I will say this though: I don't care hard core one thinks they are, rotting teeth is nothing to strive for.
There. That makes much more sense.
