Sleep. Post. Sleep. Post.
Ahh, shit, post.
Got back a while ago from checking Stormy, Astrid, and Toxiss (sp?) down at the DP. It was a slow night, but it was fun. Stormy reps with the total star vibe. It's enjoyable to watch her perform.
We were down at DP the day before too, kicking it with the artist formerly known as SG Nala and dancers named Malice and Adan, all talented and lovely of course.
If you had told me 2 months ago that my main bar hangout would be a strip club, I either wouldn't have believed you or feared for my sanity. But , it's pretty cool. The music is hot, the dancers are cool and fun to watch. The bartenders and DJ are cool. And with notable exceptions, I'm generally a good boy. So it can't be so bad, can it? Just hope someone smacks me upside the head if I start going from dive bar hanger-outer to creepy strip club guy. I know taoshen's got my back, but dancin' ladies, feel at liberty to do the same.
Oh yeah, and my car is possessed. I rented a Sebring convertible (free upgrade) and the windows spontaneously roll down themselves, accompanied by a ding with no lights flashing. I haven't figured out if the spirit is benign or malevolent. I have figured out that it's National's problem. I'm taking that back this weekend. Not like a effing convertible is worth a damn in Portland, where the weather is currently changing hourly.
I've been a slack bastard when it comes to my company. Need to put some more time in. But all the work we have to do sucks right now. Shoring up infrastructure, balancing the accounting books. zzzzzzzz
Speaking of which, I need to take my ass to bed. Later.
Ahh, shit, post.
Got back a while ago from checking Stormy, Astrid, and Toxiss (sp?) down at the DP. It was a slow night, but it was fun. Stormy reps with the total star vibe. It's enjoyable to watch her perform.
We were down at DP the day before too, kicking it with the artist formerly known as SG Nala and dancers named Malice and Adan, all talented and lovely of course.
If you had told me 2 months ago that my main bar hangout would be a strip club, I either wouldn't have believed you or feared for my sanity. But , it's pretty cool. The music is hot, the dancers are cool and fun to watch. The bartenders and DJ are cool. And with notable exceptions, I'm generally a good boy. So it can't be so bad, can it? Just hope someone smacks me upside the head if I start going from dive bar hanger-outer to creepy strip club guy. I know taoshen's got my back, but dancin' ladies, feel at liberty to do the same.
Oh yeah, and my car is possessed. I rented a Sebring convertible (free upgrade) and the windows spontaneously roll down themselves, accompanied by a ding with no lights flashing. I haven't figured out if the spirit is benign or malevolent. I have figured out that it's National's problem. I'm taking that back this weekend. Not like a effing convertible is worth a damn in Portland, where the weather is currently changing hourly.
I've been a slack bastard when it comes to my company. Need to put some more time in. But all the work we have to do sucks right now. Shoring up infrastructure, balancing the accounting books. zzzzzzzz
Speaking of which, I need to take my ass to bed. Later.
Enjoying a fine Memorial Day. The weather in Portland is pleasant today. I just got back from New York as well, and hit them streets fairly hard, but not hard enough. I need to go there sometime by myself and do some deep clubbing, like way off into the house set, jungle set, etc. I love my hip-hop and R&B, I just want to be a part of some music that's overwhelming.
The break in NY was well needed, mad stress in general going on in the day to day. I had forgotten what a filthy city that is though. Jeez, the air is a misery up there. Breathing this fresh local air is spoiling me.
I wrote a song Friday as well. I've got the lyrics and the idea for a melody but the latter probably needs work. It's called "Someone Else", and it's about wishing that you were, well, someone else. I don't wish I were someone else, I do like who I am and would only make the most minor tweaks given the opportunity. Even so, sometimes, I imagine it'd be nice to temporarily be someone else. Someone cooler than you. Someone freer than you. Well, I think it's a good topic for a song regardless. I will see if I can get something done about it (the song that is).
The break in NY was well needed, mad stress in general going on in the day to day. I had forgotten what a filthy city that is though. Jeez, the air is a misery up there. Breathing this fresh local air is spoiling me.
I wrote a song Friday as well. I've got the lyrics and the idea for a melody but the latter probably needs work. It's called "Someone Else", and it's about wishing that you were, well, someone else. I don't wish I were someone else, I do like who I am and would only make the most minor tweaks given the opportunity. Even so, sometimes, I imagine it'd be nice to temporarily be someone else. Someone cooler than you. Someone freer than you. Well, I think it's a good topic for a song regardless. I will see if I can get something done about it (the song that is).
Descending into the realm of high dorkage for a moment. . .
I wanted to build a program that spidered the SuicideGirls journals and found out how many SGs people had in common. So there could be someone that's way on the other side of the proverbial room that likes the same SGs you do, and you'd have something in common right out the gate.
But hell, I'm not doing any of that right
now. If somebody else wants to, go ahead, just let me know that you did it so I can go see. *laugh*.
Thank God it's Friday. I love Friday evenings, even quiet ones at home. They're so full of promise. The whole weekend ahead. And the sleep so long. Phone call, gotta bounce.
I wanted to build a program that spidered the SuicideGirls journals and found out how many SGs people had in common. So there could be someone that's way on the other side of the proverbial room that likes the same SGs you do, and you'd have something in common right out the gate.
But hell, I'm not doing any of that right
now. If somebody else wants to, go ahead, just let me know that you did it so I can go see. *laugh*.
Thank God it's Friday. I love Friday evenings, even quiet ones at home. They're so full of promise. The whole weekend ahead. And the sleep so long. Phone call, gotta bounce.
Buzzed mayhem this evening with a colleague I hired in to this project. I was down at my current favorite bar (Acme, SE 8th and Main) having some beers. The thing I like about Acme is that you never know what's going to happen. That cuts both ways, as some dude got on stage doing a skit about Baconface The Barber that made no fucking sense. I don't mean to hate, I just was wondering what the hell he was talking about. Kiwis, mangoes, and bad drawings. Confusion.
We also went by the Vault, a martini bar here. It was cooler since they took down the "we like the cars, the cars that go boom" mirrors. Don't get me wrong, that song is classic in its illness, but it doesn't belong on art mirrors. I guess someone bought them. Then we hit the Low Brow Lounge for beer and politics.
I got pulled over on the way home for gunning through the last yellow-turned-red light before I got home. The cop was really nice though and just gave me a gentle scolding. By the grace of God, the people who've treated me the worst prejudicially are the cab drivers of New York City. I haven't had much beef with the cops here or anywhere to date (knock on wood).
It was a good night. And the weekend is nearlly upon us. Cool..
We also went by the Vault, a martini bar here. It was cooler since they took down the "we like the cars, the cars that go boom" mirrors. Don't get me wrong, that song is classic in its illness, but it doesn't belong on art mirrors. I guess someone bought them. Then we hit the Low Brow Lounge for beer and politics.
I got pulled over on the way home for gunning through the last yellow-turned-red light before I got home. The cop was really nice though and just gave me a gentle scolding. By the grace of God, the people who've treated me the worst prejudicially are the cab drivers of New York City. I haven't had much beef with the cops here or anywhere to date (knock on wood).
It was a good night. And the weekend is nearlly upon us. Cool..
My knee hurts.
I feel like I can be as boring as I want here. I don't know why. One would think I'd want to be all clever and try to impress some SG so much that she's happy to do my luuuv bidding. But *shrug*, I think I'll just write about my knee. And work.
More coding. . . business is picking up so I've got to stay on top of it. Really tired, mentally. Want to go to an island. Can't begin sentences with pronouns.
And I'm obsessed with Reese's Cups. I should be ashamed that their advertising campaign works so well. I see some ad and then a week later, I've got a bag of Reese's Cups. So sad.
I feel like I can be as boring as I want here. I don't know why. One would think I'd want to be all clever and try to impress some SG so much that she's happy to do my luuuv bidding. But *shrug*, I think I'll just write about my knee. And work.
More coding. . . business is picking up so I've got to stay on top of it. Really tired, mentally. Want to go to an island. Can't begin sentences with pronouns.
And I'm obsessed with Reese's Cups. I should be ashamed that their advertising campaign works so well. I see some ad and then a week later, I've got a bag of Reese's Cups. So sad.
I'm sitting here watching Date With An Angel and writing code. It's actually a funny movie in a bubble gum kind of way. The 80s hair and clothing is distracting, but the execution of the premise is fairly interesting.
First off, the angel can't talk. She just make weird singy noises and bird-like sounds. Then, every time she looks at someone who's looking at her, they get all giddy and happy. She scares easy, being frightened by things ranging from people screaming to hamburgers. She's really clumsy (not used to walking I think is the idea). She keeps trying to kiss the lead guy for reasons I don't quite get. other than a dude probably wrote the movie. But when she kisses you, you fall asleep.
The execution is really like two parts angel , two parts benificent and powerful alien, and one part elf-child. Even so, there's something authentic in it. Not that I know what it would be like, but the otherworldliness was well done. Something in that is interesting to me, and it's not Emmanuelle Beart, pretty though she may be. And it's certainly not the "hey, can you believe electronic instruments can make sounds like this?" 80's ass score and soundtrack .
I like the idea of someone with a kiss that could put you to sleep (in the non-euphemistic sense of course). It seems like it would be a good sleep.
First off, the angel can't talk. She just make weird singy noises and bird-like sounds. Then, every time she looks at someone who's looking at her, they get all giddy and happy. She scares easy, being frightened by things ranging from people screaming to hamburgers. She's really clumsy (not used to walking I think is the idea). She keeps trying to kiss the lead guy for reasons I don't quite get. other than a dude probably wrote the movie. But when she kisses you, you fall asleep.
The execution is really like two parts angel , two parts benificent and powerful alien, and one part elf-child. Even so, there's something authentic in it. Not that I know what it would be like, but the otherworldliness was well done. Something in that is interesting to me, and it's not Emmanuelle Beart, pretty though she may be. And it's certainly not the "hey, can you believe electronic instruments can make sounds like this?" 80's ass score and soundtrack .
I like the idea of someone with a kiss that could put you to sleep (in the non-euphemistic sense of course). It seems like it would be a good sleep.
Time for the shameless plugging of my remix for this ACID Contest I did. Feedback, good or bad, is welcome.
I've never done a remix before except in the deep, cobwebby, and vaguely citrus-scented recesses of my mind.
I plan to do more as I learn what the hell I'm doing.
So anyway, listen please! and if you have a strong opinion, vote! Thanks.
I've never done a remix before except in the deep, cobwebby, and vaguely citrus-scented recesses of my mind.
I plan to do more as I learn what the hell I'm doing.
So anyway, listen please! and if you have a strong opinion, vote! Thanks.
In the ongoing quest to not be afraid of y'all. . .
I finally decided to join SG.
The Cherry Tarts show last week put the thought in my head. I've known about them for a while and it seems up my alley despite my relative strait-lacedness. When my buddy mentioned that he was a member and had met cool people, I figured it was populated with more than SuicideGirls and their adoring fans, or more accurately, folks who are more than adoring fans. So I took the plunge.
Went by Devil's Point last night to see Stormy and a couple of other gals dance. It was cool actually. The strip clubs here in Portland are really more show-places than brothels-lite. It's a different vibe than I'm used to, but it's cool. Even when the women are completely naked, you may appreciate that they're hot, but it's not a panting, lecherous den of iniquity.
It's too bad that much of the other nightlife here kind of sucks. No offense, PDX, just saying I haven't found a cool spot yet to hang out, and certainly not to dance. Well, except for Acme, kind of. I really like the staff there, we'll see how it goes.
Nice dancin', Stormy. Your colleagues were lovely and talented as well. Check y'all later.
I finally decided to join SG.
The Cherry Tarts show last week put the thought in my head. I've known about them for a while and it seems up my alley despite my relative strait-lacedness. When my buddy mentioned that he was a member and had met cool people, I figured it was populated with more than SuicideGirls and their adoring fans, or more accurately, folks who are more than adoring fans. So I took the plunge.
Went by Devil's Point last night to see Stormy and a couple of other gals dance. It was cool actually. The strip clubs here in Portland are really more show-places than brothels-lite. It's a different vibe than I'm used to, but it's cool. Even when the women are completely naked, you may appreciate that they're hot, but it's not a panting, lecherous den of iniquity.
It's too bad that much of the other nightlife here kind of sucks. No offense, PDX, just saying I haven't found a cool spot yet to hang out, and certainly not to dance. Well, except for Acme, kind of. I really like the staff there, we'll see how it goes.
Nice dancin', Stormy. Your colleagues were lovely and talented as well. Check y'all later.
