Let's see if I can stay this time around.
See, last time I was here, it was right before I started to move to my boyfriend's house. A house where the internet does not flow free like the mighty Mississip', and I therefore had to work up to having internet
Of course, during the in-between days, I ended up getting The Sims 2...I've actually had internet for a couple weeks now....but yeah...Sims 2
I'm pretty sure The Sims wasn't meant to be a group activity, but after Leslie (my bf) had to put in all his friends, all of said friends crowd around the monitor and live vicariously through their synthetic counterparts.
Its a sad thing, really.
apparently the kind of sad thing that goes well with a happy face....
See, last time I was here, it was right before I started to move to my boyfriend's house. A house where the internet does not flow free like the mighty Mississip', and I therefore had to work up to having internet
Of course, during the in-between days, I ended up getting The Sims 2...I've actually had internet for a couple weeks now....but yeah...Sims 2
I'm pretty sure The Sims wasn't meant to be a group activity, but after Leslie (my bf) had to put in all his friends, all of said friends crowd around the monitor and live vicariously through their synthetic counterparts.
Its a sad thing, really.
apparently the kind of sad thing that goes well with a happy face....
Who-the-what-now? SuicideGirls? What....wait, isn't that the thing about the naked chicks and stuff? Yeaaaah, i remember that shit.
Hi, SG. I missed you.
Hi, SG. I missed you.
I havent forgotten this place, i swear 
So my friend Adam's band, Dropout Year, is having a show at the Brass Monkey, right? Now, anyone who has played at the Brass Monkey, or knows someone who has played at the Brass Monkey, or really, anyone who has been to the Brass Monkey knows it's not the best place to be. It's basically a dive in a shady part of town (yes, i know it's Fells Point...it's becoming a shady part of town). I don't really wanna go. None of us really wanna go. I don't think Adam really wants to go, but the local music scene, she's a fickle beast.
Anywho, because it's Adam, I go. I stand out in the freezing cold for a while waiting for Justin & Candace to show up....fine....i wanted to. They're my bestest friends, and I didn't want to go inside, as Ari & Irena are like baking soda and vinegar: As soon as the two elements come in contact with each other, some shit starts up. And you <i>will</i> be stuck with cleaning it up. Tonight was no different. So, they show up, we talk outside for a while, and start to go inside.
Now every show i've been to at the Brass Monkey (ok, i've only been to one other) has been all-ages. You had to pay a cover charge to get in, but you could still get in without an ID. I figure, "Hey, its a pop-punk band...they'd be lucky if someone over 18 shows up." Seems my assumption was a bit inaccurate. I'm turned away at the door as I don't have ID. Anyone who looks at me knows I'm over 18...not this guy. Whatever, i didn't really want to be here anyway, so I walk away.
Not much happens after that...i walk around with a bum for a while, finding somewhere to break a $20...i go to some pizza place that should be called "Not BOP", cuz thats what it was, spend $5 on food, and give the bum another $5. Yes, I'm sure he didn't need it, but I am gullible, and read too much Neal Gaiman, and believe that if I'm nice enough to the homeless, they'll invite me to live in their magical land under the streets, which, as you might have noticed, hasn't happened yet. I end up in Sound Garden which is the best record store in Maryland (don't tell people at work I said that). I stay there for a while, because Jamioquai's Travelling Without Moving album was on the stereo, and Ernest Saves Christmas was on the TVs. I was happy there. I read alot of interesting seperating cards....you know, the little cards in the shelves that serarate the bands...one I remember was for Him. There are two bands called "him" One is "Him" (as in "Who is that? oh, it's just him.") and the card said "Him. The Guy from Love .44, happy-dub-noodlefest". The other him is HIM (as in "The name of my band is His Infernal Majesty, but we call ourselves Him, cuz no one in their right mind would be caught dead saying 'I listen to His Infernal Majesty'") Their card said "HIM Kinda creepy goth crossdressing guy". That was funny. It's funny because it's true. I also happened to glance at the card for U2...its said, "U2 One! Two! Three! Fourteen! Learn Spanish before you speak it!" That was funny It's funny because it's true (for those that havent noticed, in the beginning of Vertigo, Bono yells "Uno, dos, tres, catorce" which is 1, 2, 3, 14 in Spanish. He had trouble reading the spanish book through the bug-eye glasses, i guess).
I end up staying for an hour, and buying a CD by The 5.6.7.8.'s cuz they rule, even though it was horribly expensive. Helpful hint: Don't get into the habit of liking foreign music...it only leads to poverty. I walk back to the monkey, free of bums this time, and can hear Adam wrapping up. I decide to stand and wait for them, cuz most of the people that are inside come outside after a band finishes their set, to talk about how much the band sucked. Instead the guy sees me and gives me an earful about loitering and how he could get fined $1,000 because i'm loitering. None of it was true, but i walked away because i didn't want to listen to him bitch at me, which was his intention in the first place, i'm sure, cuz he's really good at it. All i really did was walk around the block, discover a dead rat/cat in the alley, and a club which was playing "Hot Stuff".
Now my intention was just to circle the block until people came out, but luckily Ari came out and grabbed me upon my first orbit. More friends followed, and we finally ended up leaving. more stuff happened after that, both fun and not-so-fun, but this is long enough as it is, so i'll leave it now. If you're still reading this, i owe you a Christmas cookie....remind me later.
P.S. - I apologize for all spelling mistakes, but i'm eating "Cup Noodles" while i write this, and its hard to write with chopsticks tangled in your fingers.
So my friend Adam's band, Dropout Year, is having a show at the Brass Monkey, right? Now, anyone who has played at the Brass Monkey, or knows someone who has played at the Brass Monkey, or really, anyone who has been to the Brass Monkey knows it's not the best place to be. It's basically a dive in a shady part of town (yes, i know it's Fells Point...it's becoming a shady part of town). I don't really wanna go. None of us really wanna go. I don't think Adam really wants to go, but the local music scene, she's a fickle beast.
Anywho, because it's Adam, I go. I stand out in the freezing cold for a while waiting for Justin & Candace to show up....fine....i wanted to. They're my bestest friends, and I didn't want to go inside, as Ari & Irena are like baking soda and vinegar: As soon as the two elements come in contact with each other, some shit starts up. And you <i>will</i> be stuck with cleaning it up. Tonight was no different. So, they show up, we talk outside for a while, and start to go inside.
Now every show i've been to at the Brass Monkey (ok, i've only been to one other) has been all-ages. You had to pay a cover charge to get in, but you could still get in without an ID. I figure, "Hey, its a pop-punk band...they'd be lucky if someone over 18 shows up." Seems my assumption was a bit inaccurate. I'm turned away at the door as I don't have ID. Anyone who looks at me knows I'm over 18...not this guy. Whatever, i didn't really want to be here anyway, so I walk away.
Not much happens after that...i walk around with a bum for a while, finding somewhere to break a $20...i go to some pizza place that should be called "Not BOP", cuz thats what it was, spend $5 on food, and give the bum another $5. Yes, I'm sure he didn't need it, but I am gullible, and read too much Neal Gaiman, and believe that if I'm nice enough to the homeless, they'll invite me to live in their magical land under the streets, which, as you might have noticed, hasn't happened yet. I end up in Sound Garden which is the best record store in Maryland (don't tell people at work I said that). I stay there for a while, because Jamioquai's Travelling Without Moving album was on the stereo, and Ernest Saves Christmas was on the TVs. I was happy there. I read alot of interesting seperating cards....you know, the little cards in the shelves that serarate the bands...one I remember was for Him. There are two bands called "him" One is "Him" (as in "Who is that? oh, it's just him.") and the card said "Him. The Guy from Love .44, happy-dub-noodlefest". The other him is HIM (as in "The name of my band is His Infernal Majesty, but we call ourselves Him, cuz no one in their right mind would be caught dead saying 'I listen to His Infernal Majesty'") Their card said "HIM Kinda creepy goth crossdressing guy". That was funny. It's funny because it's true. I also happened to glance at the card for U2...its said, "U2 One! Two! Three! Fourteen! Learn Spanish before you speak it!" That was funny It's funny because it's true (for those that havent noticed, in the beginning of Vertigo, Bono yells "Uno, dos, tres, catorce" which is 1, 2, 3, 14 in Spanish. He had trouble reading the spanish book through the bug-eye glasses, i guess).
I end up staying for an hour, and buying a CD by The 5.6.7.8.'s cuz they rule, even though it was horribly expensive. Helpful hint: Don't get into the habit of liking foreign music...it only leads to poverty. I walk back to the monkey, free of bums this time, and can hear Adam wrapping up. I decide to stand and wait for them, cuz most of the people that are inside come outside after a band finishes their set, to talk about how much the band sucked. Instead the guy sees me and gives me an earful about loitering and how he could get fined $1,000 because i'm loitering. None of it was true, but i walked away because i didn't want to listen to him bitch at me, which was his intention in the first place, i'm sure, cuz he's really good at it. All i really did was walk around the block, discover a dead rat/cat in the alley, and a club which was playing "Hot Stuff".
Now my intention was just to circle the block until people came out, but luckily Ari came out and grabbed me upon my first orbit. More friends followed, and we finally ended up leaving. more stuff happened after that, both fun and not-so-fun, but this is long enough as it is, so i'll leave it now. If you're still reading this, i owe you a Christmas cookie....remind me later.
P.S. - I apologize for all spelling mistakes, but i'm eating "Cup Noodles" while i write this, and its hard to write with chopsticks tangled in your fingers.
I'm single
I hate being single
Alas, the snugglebunny and I are no longer "The Snugglebunny and I". It was a long time coming really. I could go on and on about why it happened, the good things, and the bad things, and all the things in between. Suffice it all to say: It was the distance. We still love each other, and no one is saying never again, but neither of us are in the situation to be happily nailed down. More of a "Umm...this isnt working. maybe later?" kind of thing. Thats really all I wanna say about all that right now.
Anyone who can tell me how to afford a buying a $300 minidisc player, the new Grand Theft Auto, the new Tony Hawk, a bunch of horror DVDs, renewing my subscriptions to Fango and 2600, and going to see The Grudge, The Machinist, and Saw, plus the usual lunch gas and tolls, all within the next month or so can consider themselves my new accountant and best friend.
Cuz those f-ing horror dvds we have on sale at the shop are sitting there all day, taunting me with their price stickers.
Working at Hollywood is neat. Learned to dread working with my boss real quick. Now dad wants me to get all these dvds out from work so he can copy them. He never watches half of the movies he copies, but he copies them anyway....whatever. I just feel like there's something to owning a dvd or cd....something more htan just having the movie or music. I'd rather buy a copy of it than have a burned copy. I seem to be in the minority on that.
Me and the conservatives are kickin it over here with our legetimately owned media.
The new SG dating thing is neat. It'll really be nice if it works. cuz i need a man. not to say that i'll turn down any girl i happen to fall for, but...
I feel like such a whore talking about how i miss Alicia, then turning around and being all "Cock....Now...". That was actually one of the many factors in us breaking up. I've never had a boyfriend before, and i don't want to nail myself down until i've had a boyfriend. God, being bisexual is so much harder than is seemed when i first figured it out. Bleh...anyway.
I've only got 800 things i'm gonna be for halloween now. Elton John, Dweezil Zappa, Buckethead, Hagrid.
I'm totally gonna end up not doing anything, Thats how it usually is, anyway, Besides the fact that I currently have $15.53 to my name. Oh wait....found a dollar.
I'm hungy, and there's $16.53 burning a hole in my pocket, so i'm cutting this short. Short...pheh....thats something my journal entires will never be,
If you've read this whole thing I owe you a cookie. Remind me later.
P.S, Help in finding a decent black fedora for my overly Swayze-esque head is greatly appreciated. Seriously, my head is pretty big. Its proportionate though..i swear.
I hate being single
Alas, the snugglebunny and I are no longer "The Snugglebunny and I". It was a long time coming really. I could go on and on about why it happened, the good things, and the bad things, and all the things in between. Suffice it all to say: It was the distance. We still love each other, and no one is saying never again, but neither of us are in the situation to be happily nailed down. More of a "Umm...this isnt working. maybe later?" kind of thing. Thats really all I wanna say about all that right now.
Anyone who can tell me how to afford a buying a $300 minidisc player, the new Grand Theft Auto, the new Tony Hawk, a bunch of horror DVDs, renewing my subscriptions to Fango and 2600, and going to see The Grudge, The Machinist, and Saw, plus the usual lunch gas and tolls, all within the next month or so can consider themselves my new accountant and best friend.
Cuz those f-ing horror dvds we have on sale at the shop are sitting there all day, taunting me with their price stickers.
Working at Hollywood is neat. Learned to dread working with my boss real quick. Now dad wants me to get all these dvds out from work so he can copy them. He never watches half of the movies he copies, but he copies them anyway....whatever. I just feel like there's something to owning a dvd or cd....something more htan just having the movie or music. I'd rather buy a copy of it than have a burned copy. I seem to be in the minority on that.
Me and the conservatives are kickin it over here with our legetimately owned media.
The new SG dating thing is neat. It'll really be nice if it works. cuz i need a man. not to say that i'll turn down any girl i happen to fall for, but...
I feel like such a whore talking about how i miss Alicia, then turning around and being all "Cock....Now...". That was actually one of the many factors in us breaking up. I've never had a boyfriend before, and i don't want to nail myself down until i've had a boyfriend. God, being bisexual is so much harder than is seemed when i first figured it out. Bleh...anyway.
I've only got 800 things i'm gonna be for halloween now. Elton John, Dweezil Zappa, Buckethead, Hagrid.
I'm totally gonna end up not doing anything, Thats how it usually is, anyway, Besides the fact that I currently have $15.53 to my name. Oh wait....found a dollar.
I'm hungy, and there's $16.53 burning a hole in my pocket, so i'm cutting this short. Short...pheh....thats something my journal entires will never be,
If you've read this whole thing I owe you a cookie. Remind me later.
P.S, Help in finding a decent black fedora for my overly Swayze-esque head is greatly appreciated. Seriously, my head is pretty big. Its proportionate though..i swear.
Update? WTF is this "update"?
Sorry, y'all, I've been busy.....which is a lie. Anyway...
So, check this out, right? my parents have a tendency to open my mail. 2600 magazine, a hacker(ish) magazine i get comes in a brown envelope, which my father promptly opened right in front of me. They have a few excuses, but still...thats way not cool. I figured, one day i might order something that i dont want passing by the x-ray machines. So, i decided, while i'm at the post office mailing away the cds from the mix trade, I'd get a p.o. box, at least until i move out.
So, i go in, fill out the form, show my forms of id, the lady disappears for a while, and returns a few minutes later with a number and a set of keys. Seems like a simple enough, operation, yeah?
Two days later, i get a call on my cell saying that they need to talk with me about my p.o. box. Well, i knew nothing i might have ordered would have come that fast, if i even had ordered anything...which i might have. So, naturally, i was curious, so i call back fairly quickly.
Turns out, they some how ended up giving me someone else's box, and they want to move me to a different one.
How in the hell does this happen?
So, the guy asks me if it'll be a problem. this conversation is taking place at, like, 8 in the morning, which is a bit past my bed time, so i'm only half awake. So, i say, "yeah thats cool." He asks again to make sure its ok. "Actually, come to think of it, it might, i'll have to call you back." I remember that i already subscribed to something for the box...*cough*Hustler'sTabooMagazine*cough* and that now i'm gonna have to change the address before they send the magazine. He agrees, we hang up, i sleep.
So, i send away the "Hey, i need to do this, how do i do that?" e-mail, which i'm supposed to wait 2 business days for a reply to. No problem.
This morning i'm in IHOP for a late "night" breakfast with my friends and supporting characters in my story, katie and steph. So i get a call. I don't answer it, cuz i don't like answering strange numbers, i was listening to my pretty new Fantaisie Impromptu ringtone, and i'm usually in bed at this hour anyway. The message was of the post office guy saying that hes going to "go ahead and move me" to the other box since he hadn't heard from me.
In review: The post office sucks....so does having a cold.
I've been listening to alot of Mindless Self Indulgence alot recently. Not sure why. It also doesnt explain my latest mix cd:
john williams - 20th century logo fanfare
squirrel nut zippers - bedlam ballroom
tom waits - russian dance
super mario bros. theme (jazz plumber trio remix)
john williams - cantina band
the ventures - walk (don't run)
the who - pinball wizard
cake - going the distance
bob dylan - suterranean homesick blues
leon redbone - when you wish upon a star
outkast - bombs over baghdad (RATM remix)
terry s taylor - operator plays a little pingpong
slim whitman - indian love call
shadows fall - welcome to the machine
rockapella - what i got
rancid - timebomb
red hot chili peppers - love rollercoaster
peter gabriel - i have the touch (robbie robertson remix)
peter gabriel - steam (oh, oh, let off steam mix)
modern english - i melt with you
live - white, discussion (sam sever remix)
lakeside - fantastic voyage
ladytron - playgirl (tobis neumann mix)
There's alot of potential cool band names in the game Dark Cloud 2...Lunatic Wisdom Labs, Electric Seasame, Futuron 800....awesome game too.
Special thanks to HD Loader for finally making the PS2 hard drive seem like a worthwhile purchase.
Being bisexual sucks...in many ways....and not all the good ways either
Working at Hollywood VIdeo now. the Event Tech job wasnt enough work, i need money. Its neat. pretty fun, i guess. could be alot worse. plus i get free rentals. thats ubershibby.
Sorry this is such a weird random entry.
Sorry, y'all, I've been busy.....which is a lie. Anyway...
So, check this out, right? my parents have a tendency to open my mail. 2600 magazine, a hacker(ish) magazine i get comes in a brown envelope, which my father promptly opened right in front of me. They have a few excuses, but still...thats way not cool. I figured, one day i might order something that i dont want passing by the x-ray machines. So, i decided, while i'm at the post office mailing away the cds from the mix trade, I'd get a p.o. box, at least until i move out.
So, i go in, fill out the form, show my forms of id, the lady disappears for a while, and returns a few minutes later with a number and a set of keys. Seems like a simple enough, operation, yeah?
Two days later, i get a call on my cell saying that they need to talk with me about my p.o. box. Well, i knew nothing i might have ordered would have come that fast, if i even had ordered anything...which i might have. So, naturally, i was curious, so i call back fairly quickly.
Turns out, they some how ended up giving me someone else's box, and they want to move me to a different one.
How in the hell does this happen? So, the guy asks me if it'll be a problem. this conversation is taking place at, like, 8 in the morning, which is a bit past my bed time, so i'm only half awake. So, i say, "yeah thats cool." He asks again to make sure its ok. "Actually, come to think of it, it might, i'll have to call you back." I remember that i already subscribed to something for the box...*cough*Hustler'sTabooMagazine*cough* and that now i'm gonna have to change the address before they send the magazine. He agrees, we hang up, i sleep.
So, i send away the "Hey, i need to do this, how do i do that?" e-mail, which i'm supposed to wait 2 business days for a reply to. No problem.
This morning i'm in IHOP for a late "night" breakfast with my friends and supporting characters in my story, katie and steph. So i get a call. I don't answer it, cuz i don't like answering strange numbers, i was listening to my pretty new Fantaisie Impromptu ringtone, and i'm usually in bed at this hour anyway. The message was of the post office guy saying that hes going to "go ahead and move me" to the other box since he hadn't heard from me.
In review: The post office sucks....so does having a cold.
I've been listening to alot of Mindless Self Indulgence alot recently. Not sure why. It also doesnt explain my latest mix cd:
john williams - 20th century logo fanfare
squirrel nut zippers - bedlam ballroom
tom waits - russian dance
super mario bros. theme (jazz plumber trio remix)
john williams - cantina band
the ventures - walk (don't run)
the who - pinball wizard
cake - going the distance
bob dylan - suterranean homesick blues
leon redbone - when you wish upon a star
outkast - bombs over baghdad (RATM remix)
terry s taylor - operator plays a little pingpong
slim whitman - indian love call
shadows fall - welcome to the machine
rockapella - what i got
rancid - timebomb
red hot chili peppers - love rollercoaster
peter gabriel - i have the touch (robbie robertson remix)
peter gabriel - steam (oh, oh, let off steam mix)
modern english - i melt with you
live - white, discussion (sam sever remix)
lakeside - fantastic voyage
ladytron - playgirl (tobis neumann mix)
There's alot of potential cool band names in the game Dark Cloud 2...Lunatic Wisdom Labs, Electric Seasame, Futuron 800....awesome game too.
Special thanks to HD Loader for finally making the PS2 hard drive seem like a worthwhile purchase.
Being bisexual sucks...in many ways....and not all the good ways either
Working at Hollywood VIdeo now. the Event Tech job wasnt enough work, i need money. Its neat. pretty fun, i guess. could be alot worse. plus i get free rentals. thats ubershibby.
Sorry this is such a weird random entry.
if i don't update by the time my snugglebunny gets back from Hurricaneville, Florida, i'll be in trouble.
Helpful tip from Velve:
When calling customer service/support, or whatever, for a large company, and you're stuck in the "press ___ for ____...press ___ for ____" machines, and all you want is a human, heres what you do...Hang up. Then call back, and try not pressing any buttons (imitating a customer with a rotary phone), let the message play through. Many times, after a few runs through, it'll kick you to a human.
I'd hate to admit it...but Otakon was awesome.
For those that don't know its a huge (2nd largest in the country, i think) anime convention held every year downtown at the convention center. My gf dragged me to it this year. I always knew i had the makings of an anime geek, i just never found the right way in. The only anime things i'd seen in the past were "Princess Mononoke" and "Grave of The Fireflies", neither of which were enough to force me into the the scene.
Now, i've bought the Gravitation dvd; i'm looking forward to Full Metal Alchemist on Cartoon Network later this year; the other day I rented Cowboy Bebop: The Movie; I've bought Bujingai: The Forsaken City, which is Gackt's (Japanese rock star) PS2 game; and I'm also planning costumes for next year's Otakon. Someone, save me from myself.
Anyway, my worst month ever ended, in true fashion. We (me, alicia, and her brother) got stuck on North Avenue because the trains stop running at midnight. North Avenue is not the place to be, unless you're looking for heroin, or..say...heroin...unfortunately, we weren't, I had to call my father to come pick us up, and he was not at all happy...infact he was way more upset than usual...that was the first time in years that i'd hurt myself...thankfully i didnt have a knife handy, and i bit the crap out of my arm. i broke out a couple days later in a few spots i bit. Dunno why that was, but it was annoying. anyways....
The next day brought in a new, better month in grand fashion. I went to the greatest concert i've ever been to (which isnt many). L'Arc~en~Ciel, a rock band that is huge in Japan had their first ever concert outside of Asia at the convention. They had all kinda of beautiful lighting, pyrotechnics, and wacky stage antics. I enjoyed them to the point that they've mysteriously appeared in my "Favorite bands" list. If anyone cares for a better discription of the concert, see Alicia's LJ entry on it.
Finally got a new phone. Its was a cheap one, but i had to pay full retail, so that was my only option. Its not that bad, anyway. Samsung a650. At least i can get games and stuff. and the sound qulity seems good enough so far.
"Silly is your natural state. Serious is just something you have to do to get to silly again" -Eric Myers (father of Mike Myers)
Helpful tip from Velve:
When calling customer service/support, or whatever, for a large company, and you're stuck in the "press ___ for ____...press ___ for ____" machines, and all you want is a human, heres what you do...Hang up. Then call back, and try not pressing any buttons (imitating a customer with a rotary phone), let the message play through. Many times, after a few runs through, it'll kick you to a human.
I'd hate to admit it...but Otakon was awesome.
For those that don't know its a huge (2nd largest in the country, i think) anime convention held every year downtown at the convention center. My gf dragged me to it this year. I always knew i had the makings of an anime geek, i just never found the right way in. The only anime things i'd seen in the past were "Princess Mononoke" and "Grave of The Fireflies", neither of which were enough to force me into the the scene.
Now, i've bought the Gravitation dvd; i'm looking forward to Full Metal Alchemist on Cartoon Network later this year; the other day I rented Cowboy Bebop: The Movie; I've bought Bujingai: The Forsaken City, which is Gackt's (Japanese rock star) PS2 game; and I'm also planning costumes for next year's Otakon. Someone, save me from myself.
Anyway, my worst month ever ended, in true fashion. We (me, alicia, and her brother) got stuck on North Avenue because the trains stop running at midnight. North Avenue is not the place to be, unless you're looking for heroin, or..say...heroin...unfortunately, we weren't, I had to call my father to come pick us up, and he was not at all happy...infact he was way more upset than usual...that was the first time in years that i'd hurt myself...thankfully i didnt have a knife handy, and i bit the crap out of my arm. i broke out a couple days later in a few spots i bit. Dunno why that was, but it was annoying. anyways....
The next day brought in a new, better month in grand fashion. I went to the greatest concert i've ever been to (which isnt many). L'Arc~en~Ciel, a rock band that is huge in Japan had their first ever concert outside of Asia at the convention. They had all kinda of beautiful lighting, pyrotechnics, and wacky stage antics. I enjoyed them to the point that they've mysteriously appeared in my "Favorite bands" list. If anyone cares for a better discription of the concert, see Alicia's LJ entry on it.
Finally got a new phone. Its was a cheap one, but i had to pay full retail, so that was my only option. Its not that bad, anyway. Samsung a650. At least i can get games and stuff. and the sound qulity seems good enough so far.
"Silly is your natural state. Serious is just something you have to do to get to silly again" -Eric Myers (father of Mike Myers)
So, I was watching this episode of The Outer Limits, called "Invisible Enemy". It was super cheesy, as expected, with Adam West starring, and "Atomic Bazookas" to add to all the cheesiness. Its was about a team sent to explore Mars. All the usual scary stuff happens, and they figure out ther there are "Sand sharks" living in the ground of Mars. They swim around in the sand/dirt, and eat anything that it feels on the surface. The cant move through rock though, you're safe on rock. Soon, i recognise the premise, some one the scenes, and situations. Tremors! The people that made Tremors, toootally ripped off this episode of The Outer Limits! Silly people
This is officially the worst month of my life...at least that I can remember. First of all...my leg infections (yeah...gonna tell that story...i swear....) Then, last...Tuesday? I was driving home from Best Buy, with my shiny awesome new CD case, when some kid rear-ended me. I was stopped, waiting for someone to pull into a parking lot...he says he was changing lanes and didn't see me. The damage isnt much...bumper is bent 90 degrees downward, and the back left fender is all cracked up. it still works, and all. The best part is, theres no way it could be turned around into my fault. and all....still....insurance companies are noooo fun.
See, you'd think tha'd be enough, wouldn't ya?
The next day, i'm working in DC, taking down a stage in front of the capital building. i put down my black jacket, and my purple bag with some of our (the company's) stuff, thinking, "oh, it'll be ok here, its with more of our stuff!"
of course, its not there when i look back. $15 metro card, check card, keys, license, cell phone, $400 mp3 player, good headphones, and 2 of my favest accessories in the whole wide world gone.
I had to hitch a ride back to baltimore with a friend, then get mommy to drive me back to DC with my spare car key. Then we had to change the locks on the doors.
so not fun.
Oh, yeah...and I have a fear of phones...IIrarely evr even call my girlfriend. Making 4,000 calls to strangers wasn't the best way i could think of spending the rest of my July...
Fortunately, said "girlfriend" will hopefully be here by the time I update this thing next! She's in Pittsburg now,. sh'es gonna hop a plane here on sunday. Soooo can't wait!
I just bid on a melodica on eBay. I was all "ooh, musical instrument! Must buy!" I need to stop with that.....someone needs to out-bid me.
The music of the day is: The new Polyphonic Spree album, Together We Are Heavy
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Spacemonkeys vs Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood (A Fistful of Peanuts).mp3 --an awesomely chill dub mix of C.E., with lots of bass and melodica
The quote this time, is just a joke I heard.
So, a popular bar installs a robot....
....stay with me here....
a professor from the nearby college goes up to the robot, and it speaks to him
"What is your IQ?"
"150", the professor replies. The robot strikes up a conversation about quantum physics, and string theory. "This is so cool," He thinks to himself, and decides to test the robot. He walks to the door, turns around, and walks back to the robot.
"What is your IQ?"
"100", the professor replies. The robot strikes up conversations about the local sports team. "Wow, this is really cool!" The professor walks to the door, turns around, and walks back to the robot.
"What is your IQ?"
"50", the professor replies, The robot responds.
"So, you gonna vote for Bush again?"
This is officially the worst month of my life...at least that I can remember. First of all...my leg infections (yeah...gonna tell that story...i swear....) Then, last...Tuesday? I was driving home from Best Buy, with my shiny awesome new CD case, when some kid rear-ended me. I was stopped, waiting for someone to pull into a parking lot...he says he was changing lanes and didn't see me. The damage isnt much...bumper is bent 90 degrees downward, and the back left fender is all cracked up. it still works, and all. The best part is, theres no way it could be turned around into my fault. and all....still....insurance companies are noooo fun.
See, you'd think tha'd be enough, wouldn't ya?
The next day, i'm working in DC, taking down a stage in front of the capital building. i put down my black jacket, and my purple bag with some of our (the company's) stuff, thinking, "oh, it'll be ok here, its with more of our stuff!"
of course, its not there when i look back. $15 metro card, check card, keys, license, cell phone, $400 mp3 player, good headphones, and 2 of my favest accessories in the whole wide world gone.
I had to hitch a ride back to baltimore with a friend, then get mommy to drive me back to DC with my spare car key. Then we had to change the locks on the doors.
so not fun.Oh, yeah...and I have a fear of phones...IIrarely evr even call my girlfriend. Making 4,000 calls to strangers wasn't the best way i could think of spending the rest of my July...
Fortunately, said "girlfriend" will hopefully be here by the time I update this thing next! She's in Pittsburg now,. sh'es gonna hop a plane here on sunday. Soooo can't wait!
I just bid on a melodica on eBay. I was all "ooh, musical instrument! Must buy!" I need to stop with that.....someone needs to out-bid me.
The music of the day is: The new Polyphonic Spree album, Together We Are Heavy
&
Spacemonkeys vs Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood (A Fistful of Peanuts).mp3 --an awesomely chill dub mix of C.E., with lots of bass and melodica
The quote this time, is just a joke I heard.
So, a popular bar installs a robot....
....stay with me here....
a professor from the nearby college goes up to the robot, and it speaks to him
"What is your IQ?"
"150", the professor replies. The robot strikes up a conversation about quantum physics, and string theory. "This is so cool," He thinks to himself, and decides to test the robot. He walks to the door, turns around, and walks back to the robot.
"What is your IQ?"
"100", the professor replies. The robot strikes up conversations about the local sports team. "Wow, this is really cool!" The professor walks to the door, turns around, and walks back to the robot.
"What is your IQ?"
"50", the professor replies, The robot responds.
"So, you gonna vote for Bush again?"
"I was sad, but Joe made me smile. He's sweet that way. I wanted to say something nice about him since I always make him listen to me complain about everything. I know it drives him crazy. He's really unselfish. I hope you can visit some time before next spring." -Alicia's journal
See, now that makes it all worth it
I'm sure at least most of our problems are distance-based. That, and she's crazy. I dig crazy girls, i dunno why. I wuv my Alicia. Anyway....
Some time during the big 4th of July deal, my dad told us this story, about him and my cousins' dog, Charlie, the boxer.
So, it was summer (last summer, i guess). Charlie was following dad around Aunt Carol/Uncle Steven's yard, like dogs do. So he jumps in the pool..and so does Charlie. so, dad comes back up after a while of being under water....and he looks around "Where the hell is the dog?"
He looks down, and Charlie is standing on the bottom of the pool, looking up at dad, like "What....the fuck.....little help here?"
So, dad reaches down, grabs Charlie, and throws him out of the pool, in a giant wave of dog and pool water. Charlie hasnt gone in the pool after that.
My recent viewing/obsession of the film "Party Monster" have inspired me to find an MP3 DJ program i'm actually comfortable with for a change. Something to make my mixes sound better. That basically meant I beat matching.
I had PCDJ for a while, but I wasnt too impressed. Native Instrument's Traktor was cool. None of it was really what I was loking for...and, doesn't it figure, the thing that worked out best I already had. Sony/Sonic Foundry's Acid. So, i don't think it came out too bad for my first shot. Of course, anyone who wants a copy, I'd be glad to send 'em one...not that you would
My foot is getting better....I swear, one of these daays, i actually will tell the story. Maybe I'll write it in here later...tomorrow or whatever...or maybe I'll shove a quarter up my nose...
we'll see....
"Whenever you have an efficient government you have a dictatorship" -Harry S Truman
See, now that makes it all worth it
I'm sure at least most of our problems are distance-based. That, and she's crazy
. I dig crazy girls, i dunno why. I wuv my Alicia. Anyway....Some time during the big 4th of July deal, my dad told us this story, about him and my cousins' dog, Charlie, the boxer.
So, it was summer (last summer, i guess). Charlie was following dad around Aunt Carol/Uncle Steven's yard, like dogs do. So he jumps in the pool..and so does Charlie. so, dad comes back up after a while of being under water....and he looks around "Where the hell is the dog?"
He looks down, and Charlie is standing on the bottom of the pool, looking up at dad, like "What....the fuck.....little help here?"
So, dad reaches down, grabs Charlie, and throws him out of the pool, in a giant wave of dog and pool water. Charlie hasnt gone in the pool after that.
My recent viewing/obsession of the film "Party Monster" have inspired me to find an MP3 DJ program i'm actually comfortable with for a change. Something to make my mixes sound better. That basically meant I beat matching.
I had PCDJ for a while, but I wasnt too impressed. Native Instrument's Traktor was cool. None of it was really what I was loking for...and, doesn't it figure, the thing that worked out best I already had.
Sony/Sonic Foundry's Acid. So, i don't think it came out too bad for my first shot. Of course, anyone who wants a copy, I'd be glad to send 'em one...not that you would My foot is getting better....I swear, one of these daays, i actually will tell the story. Maybe I'll write it in here later...tomorrow or whatever...or maybe I'll shove a quarter up my nose...
we'll see....
"Whenever you have an efficient government you have a dictatorship" -Harry S Truman
Well, that certainly cheered me up
Tonight was certainly a contrast from last night.
Starting with 5:30, when I picked up Katie.
We rushed to the little fireworks tent in hopes that it was still open...it was. I still had me haul from a few months ago, but I felt that it wasn't enough.
$40.40 later, we were off to my Aunt Carol's house for the evening's festivities.
The whole time, Katie was telling about *name withheld at subject's paranoid request* and how she's so totally smitten with him. And i really cant blame her at all, from the description, i'd totally want him too.
So, we get there. Sit around talking with Uncle Steve, then Aunt Carol comes home as the crabs are served.
I dont like crabs...at all...so i totally didnt eat any.
I adore my Aunt Carol and Uncle Steve. They're a total trip. I haven't met one person who doesn't like them. They are the funniest people on the planet. They got married....jeez, i couldn't have been far past 12 years old then. Aunt carol is dad's sister, and uncle steve has been my dad's best friend for a looooong time..I've called him uncle Steven since i could call him anything. He was also a bacholer into his 40s...he just never found the right person. The wedding...the only one i've been to yet, was great. Stevie pulled the ring from a box of cracker jacks.
Anyway! The evening continues on with my father deciding to set off a "test rocket"....
10 "test rockets" later, the burgers were up, which i inhaled, and continued on with the night. A bit more talking and "test rockets" quickly turned into the night's main event. Bottle rockets continued, and the neighbors of the neighbor of my aunt started setting off his own fireworks! His were waaaaaaay better than ours. He had a ton or mortars. I bought one, just to test them that year. Plus, they're expensive!. The guy easily had $1,000 of fireworks over there.
Soon we were coordinated with his fireworks and ours alternating.
Then...far away, across the fields (This is out in farmer-type area, btw. all flat open fields.), someone else join in with their own!
So, 3 personal fireworks shows within a 1/4 mile radius, all of which were visible/audible at all points in between. , and none of which were at all wimpy/legal
Meanwhile, my father and uncle steve and getting increasingly drunk/hilarious.
At one point, my mom and katie had gone off to smoke pot, which really made katie very happy (in more ways than the obvious). She told me in the car later, though she wasnt supposed to. mom was afraid that I'd be mad. not at all, it made Katie happy, and thats cool.
My leg didnt really hurt the entire night, which ruled. We had to stop and change my bandage at one point though, the one i had was all soaked through.
On the way home, Katie had told me all about how much of a great time she had, and that was really cool.
Then Alicia and her brother, and i, a billion miles away, set off out friendship pagodas together. That was neat.
Now, she is watching Pirates of the Caribbean for the first time.
So, yeah....hooray for the 4th of July, and hooray for lengthy, choppy anecdotes that don't really mean a whole lot to you, cuz you weren't there.
Perhaps the next time, finally the details of my leg, and the tale of the dog that can't swim. Stick around for that one, its great.
"I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth." -Umberto Eco
Tonight was certainly a contrast from last night.
Starting with 5:30, when I picked up Katie.
We rushed to the little fireworks tent in hopes that it was still open...it was. I still had me haul from a few months ago, but I felt that it wasn't enough.
$40.40 later, we were off to my Aunt Carol's house for the evening's festivities.
The whole time, Katie was telling about *name withheld at subject's paranoid request* and how she's so totally smitten with him. And i really cant blame her at all, from the description, i'd totally want him too.
So, we get there. Sit around talking with Uncle Steve, then Aunt Carol comes home as the crabs are served.
I dont like crabs...at all...so i totally didnt eat any.
I adore my Aunt Carol and Uncle Steve. They're a total trip. I haven't met one person who doesn't like them. They are the funniest people on the planet. They got married....jeez, i couldn't have been far past 12 years old then. Aunt carol is dad's sister, and uncle steve has been my dad's best friend for a looooong time..I've called him uncle Steven since i could call him anything. He was also a bacholer into his 40s...he just never found the right person. The wedding...the only one i've been to yet, was great. Stevie pulled the ring from a box of cracker jacks.
Anyway! The evening continues on with my father deciding to set off a "test rocket"....
10 "test rockets" later, the burgers were up, which i inhaled, and continued on with the night. A bit more talking and "test rockets" quickly turned into the night's main event. Bottle rockets continued, and the neighbors of the neighbor of my aunt started setting off his own fireworks! His were waaaaaaay better than ours. He had a ton or mortars. I bought one, just to test them that year. Plus, they're expensive!. The guy easily had $1,000 of fireworks over there.
Soon we were coordinated with his fireworks and ours alternating.
Then...far away, across the fields (This is out in farmer-type area, btw. all flat open fields.), someone else join in with their own!
So, 3 personal fireworks shows within a 1/4 mile radius, all of which were visible/audible at all points in between. , and none of which were at all wimpy/legal
Meanwhile, my father and uncle steve and getting increasingly drunk/hilarious.
At one point, my mom and katie had gone off to smoke pot, which really made katie very happy (in more ways than the obvious). She told me in the car later, though she wasnt supposed to. mom was afraid that I'd be mad. not at all, it made Katie happy, and thats cool.
My leg didnt really hurt the entire night, which ruled. We had to stop and change my bandage at one point though, the one i had was all soaked through.
On the way home, Katie had told me all about how much of a great time she had, and that was really cool.
Then Alicia and her brother, and i, a billion miles away, set off out friendship pagodas together. That was neat.
Now, she is watching Pirates of the Caribbean for the first time.
So, yeah....hooray for the 4th of July, and hooray for lengthy, choppy anecdotes that don't really mean a whole lot to you, cuz you weren't there.
Perhaps the next time, finally the details of my leg, and the tale of the dog that can't swim. Stick around for that one, its great.
"I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth." -Umberto Eco
so, yeah, i was in the hospital, and damn my leg hurts, all oozing pus and blood. Wish i was still in the hospital at this point.
i'll tell about that later, that's not what concerns me right now. I'd rather whine about my personal life, and be the blogger i always hoped i'd never be. Hopefully I'll still skip the "meaningful" hard rock song lyrics and/or bad goth poetry about things dying in nature, as they do inside me
Alicia said tonight that she doesnt care about what I say to her. I'm quite sure/hoping its a product of her deadly mood swings again, but it still hurt.
The girl scares me to death on a regular basis with her mood swings. She acts totally suicidal, I'm confident that she won't actualy kill herself, but this is more because she says she won't be able to do it right, and that she'd just look stupid. I can only wish i were paraphrasing incorrectly, or that i was taking it out of context...but i'm totally not at all. I love her....alot. I care so much about her. But it's totally starting to wear on me. Everything i try to do to cheer her up, she pushes away, and it makes her more upset. Her totally attitude is that: life sucks, the bad things far outweigh the good by in infinite margin, and it will never get better. It absolutely kills me to see her like that.
I ask...i beg for her to get herself to a psychiatrist...but she refuses. i tell her that she's manic depressive, or something to that effect. She quickly reminds me that i am not a psychiatrist, and follows with saying that she can't be fixed, that it would be a waste of time trying, and that it's too expensive (the latter is quite understandable though).
Anyway, she usually end up going to sleep, or going out somewhere, and comes back all normal. only to be set off again within a few days, at the most.
I almost seems like her life scale is: Super happy things = good
just neutral living life things = bad
anything bad = wanting to die.
She's going to hate me, and think i hate her, for writing this in public. But i've wanted to for a long time.
What should I do with this poor girl, eh people? I love her dearly, and care about her more than anything. But, it seems more often than not, she doesn''t wat to be loved or cared for. she doesnt feel like she's worth it.
And now my foot feels tight. like its swelling again. Which is the opposite of right.
and i feel absolutely horrible for saying all the above mentioned things. I love yer so much, and she tried soooo hard to make me happy n the hospital, and then i do this to her. i suck
this is officially a really bad week for Velve F.
I'll have a quote later..maybe
i'll tell about that later, that's not what concerns me right now. I'd rather whine about my personal life, and be the blogger i always hoped i'd never be. Hopefully I'll still skip the "meaningful" hard rock song lyrics and/or bad goth poetry about things dying in nature, as they do inside me
Alicia said tonight that she doesnt care about what I say to her. I'm quite sure/hoping its a product of her deadly mood swings again, but it still hurt.
The girl scares me to death on a regular basis with her mood swings. She acts totally suicidal, I'm confident that she won't actualy kill herself, but this is more because she says she won't be able to do it right, and that she'd just look stupid. I can only wish i were paraphrasing incorrectly, or that i was taking it out of context...but i'm totally not at all. I love her....alot. I care so much about her. But it's totally starting to wear on me. Everything i try to do to cheer her up, she pushes away, and it makes her more upset. Her totally attitude is that: life sucks, the bad things far outweigh the good by in infinite margin, and it will never get better. It absolutely kills me to see her like that.
I ask...i beg for her to get herself to a psychiatrist...but she refuses. i tell her that she's manic depressive, or something to that effect. She quickly reminds me that i am not a psychiatrist, and follows with saying that she can't be fixed, that it would be a waste of time trying, and that it's too expensive (the latter is quite understandable though).
Anyway, she usually end up going to sleep, or going out somewhere, and comes back all normal. only to be set off again within a few days, at the most.
I almost seems like her life scale is: Super happy things = good
just neutral living life things = bad
anything bad = wanting to die.
She's going to hate me, and think i hate her, for writing this in public. But i've wanted to for a long time.
What should I do with this poor girl, eh people? I love her dearly, and care about her more than anything. But, it seems more often than not, she doesn''t wat to be loved or cared for. she doesnt feel like she's worth it.
And now my foot feels tight. like its swelling again. Which is the opposite of right.
and i feel absolutely horrible for saying all the above mentioned things. I love yer so much, and she tried soooo hard to make me happy n the hospital, and then i do this to her. i suck
this is officially a really bad week for Velve F.I'll have a quote later..maybe
