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I'm so right fuckin' posh I don't even need a damn bloody microphone!

OH waaiieiwoow another friday, tonight I decided once and for all that Orlando Florida is NOT a rock and roll town, so and decided to play electroclash and chicago house... which worked not surprisisgnly much better.... A good DRUNK time was had by all... MY TAB IS STILL ROCKIN BABY!!! THATS HOW WE ROLL!!!1111-32984-=23 n4-320320-2

i'm the exact antithesis of any functionaly sane writer, the more I write, the more my writing becomes anethema to any thing considered even remoteely inteligable.



Great Scott I hope this works out Dept: Was contacted in england by a former client for some help w/ some software I had helped design for the past 11 years, (long story short, boss + job = the suck, so I resigned)... anyways, I'ts been ruff in the jobhunt bizniz, but I mentioned I'm freelance and they are contacting me about doing work in the near future for them, which means they would fly me over, set me up in a nice hotel + PUB (HELLS YEAH), and I'd charge 30% less than my boss, which is still a nice change purse for moi, and besides my boss doesn't have any more employees he's such a jerkoff, and he can't even leave the office if he had to.

I'm sending a prayer email to Jesus, Buddha, Allah, and Shiva just to cover all of my bases. (William Blake, and Henry David Thereu both claimed that all religions were univeral anyways). Sooooooh anywho.

Hmmm.... I owe Loki money, so I guess I'll just hope for his good graces, oh wait, call James Campbell, that's mythology. (But there is, power in myth) (nerd wink).





From the I can't sleep, it's 6:58am EST Dept:, more entries about buildings and food dept: Wen't to gf's house to pick up a crap keyboard who's arrow keys don't all work because gf spilled beer in my M$ keyboard... a week later no less than when in a zombie like stage she filled both aprroximately $270 USD worth of medication I get for free because I'm unemployed still and don't have insurance, and the last of my Aveda moisturizing cream with saline solution and her contacts no less... even her mother suggested that I kick her out...

The fun part of that adventure was throwing around a set of "smart bells", and playing piano. I can't read sheet music (hell I can't even read tabulature for guitar), rather I sort of play on an instinct basis... So I sort of free-form played piano for about 30 minutes, very sparse Erik Satie type work, with lots of empty spaces, and the third petal pressed down all the way to get that reverberation sound... I know modals, so I think it was in a Gothic modal, but I can't be sure... apparently Keith Jarrett plays in the same way, and just makes it up as he goes along. In the words of Robert Goulet: Do yourself a frickin' favour and pick up a copy of Jarrett's La Scala which is all improvised live punchuated by Jarrett's loveable squaks every now and again he's so into it... the first track is 21 minutes of bliss.

Had some wierd rootbeer that hat something like 44grams of sugar in it, which sort of freaked me out... since I'm on anti-panic meds because the flying saucers are trying to beam messages to my brain under my tinfoil hat.

Had to suffer through some recent article review about how Effexor, the drug I take to remain more sane, causes people to kill themselves, which isn't true.

Suicidal people take Effexor. Suicidal people sometimes kill themselves. Logistically those two statements can not be connected in any specific way, nor due to the nature of the reasons why people commit suicide can it be studied with any certainty. Doctors (at least good ones) just do the best they can. Anyways, I tried to argue my way out of that one, becaus gf takes said med, but that got nowhere but blank stares.

Parte thee Second: Somehow the topic of coffee came up, and apparently mom who is this uber-hippie, everthing au-natural nothing that didn't sprint out of the earth of its own acord in a firey blaze in abashment of the rages of Orc. Anyays some connection was made to Mexico which as far as I know has never been on any coffee menu I've ever drank from (don't drink coffee remember that panic problem)... And this careened into a talk about farming out laybour to Mexico, which isn't really happening anymore, its more going to Pakistan and India... but at least that is a service, like IT and such. In Mexico it was basically intercine transvfers like GM Dalmer Chrysler sending parts to Mexico and then Mexico sending them back, and they were calling that trade.

So I got into the whole NAFTA thing, which the media made such a furror over (the media is NOT liberal, its strictly conservative... just follow the money)... And so any mention of NAFTA or GATT being a bad thing makes you look like you want to call the guy from the movie Frankenhooker and re-animate o'le Vladimir Lenin to take over... Anyways, it was only given to the economic review board about 48-24 hours before the bill was due to pass, and despite a desperate time frame they still recommended it was a horrible bill which would have disasterous results.

It of course passed. GO TEAM USA! Regardless GATT has even worse results and it's completely shielded from the public, (I don't remember if you recall how protesters had to protest about a block and a half away for the Bush speach...) Nice Job USA! GATT covers all of Canada, US, Mexico, and South America. GOD ye Help us!

All this was met with a blank stare as if I had just explained the actions of the Nucleon Spinor in quantum physics.

Well she liked my piano playing at least. I could spend an entire day playing piano, it would relax me into a coma, note to self, when I move into a condo, get baby grand.



Temporal Finale Dept: Watched seemingly a Cannes like indulgence of movies wif gf and Kitten to my Glitz, you know her as thee famous mrs_medway
, some twice which led to little sleep. I'll focus on the the main attraction Party Monster (2003) DO NOT, under any reason get the version made of the same name from 1997, unless you have a painful indulgence for self serving boredom.

Anyways, the movie is multiple-watching great if you love utter camp crazy kids going wild, not in a gee i wish it was me sort of way but in a good god, im glad that's not me way. There are two things I will discuss here which unnerved me about the film A: Macaulay Culkin, is slightly sexy as a newyork GayBoi... I have no problems w/ my sexuality, but it's frickin' Macaulay Culkin.... My Girl, Home Alone... etc... I have no problem w/ Punky Brewster's current status of Hottie, because that seems so long ago... but... Macaulay Culkin, richest kid star ever... hung out w/ M. Jackson, creepy.

Second beef... I have never never liked the idea of Club Kids, a friend of mine from Jamaica Queens (who for you Chaplelle Freaks, actually dated a girl from Marcey Projects, he would drop her off at the station, but not at the projects! D'oh!!!), anyways, I still feel embarassed about being a Raver kid in 1991/1992... then a baggy pant wearing skater in 1993-1994.... I wasn't a glow-stick raver, or even a pacifier raver, but there was enough of that to go arround. But I would have an out of body experience and kick my ass if I ever dressed that way. These days I like to dress in consignment shop vintage rock and roll fare, or something that begins with Theory and ends with New York.

Okay so then you have Club Kids, who basically take the theme of dress up to the social extremes of mania... add to that copius use of the drug Special K (not the cereal mrs_medway , the animal tranq, a8nd ecstacy... etc... These are the people that would be pelted by raw cabbaged by the murdered commundards during the 1930's revolutions in Germany... YIKEROO...

Still it's a great movie and all, but I just don't like club kids... to me, a pair of Statue of Liberty earings are NOT an accessory. I'm not going to damn them to hell because I preach that whole tollerance things and besides I just admited I slightly had the hots for Macaulay Culkin, and anways, the phrase "we're here, we're queer, get used to it" can best be answered by Lisa Simpson's quoth: "You do this EVERY year, we ARE used to it."

Current Mood: Zombie Like
Current Underwear Situation: Sans
Current Song: The Smiths - Headmaster Ritual. (PS Manchester is apparently as my UK friends say a horrible place, worse than Birmingham, sorry, I've been there and it's grim up north).

"Beligerant goons, run Manchester Schools" - The Smiths.

Ps. How soon is now can eat my statick, I hate that song. How do I know that Morrissey is Human, and needs to be loved? He doesnt really make that evidently clear.





In this film, that's no fun, as the sweety honey treasure darling sugar cone. - Tok Tok - Missy Queen's Gonna Die.