Ok, I mean, Haujobb won handily, but still.
Anyhow.
I miss people who live on the west coast. But happy about seeing some of them tomorrow. As well as some PITTSBURGH people. I'm getting all ... meep.
Anyway, had a random dream about going to Chicago (to apparently go to an ex's party?), which was ok, then about going to see another friend at the apartment where he used to live when I was in college (but of course it wasn't the actual apartment he lived in, but whatever).
Also, I had a very long orange scarf. Ooooh-kay.
(1:33am)
Dagnabbit, I thought Judy had the mp3 of "Beautiful Day".
I woke up this morning with something totally unexpected next to me (no, not like that). I am suspecting I'm walking around half-asleep and not remembering it later. Which is weird.
On the drive home, I was thinking about the 4th (holy crap, is it really the 4th? Shit. It is) joint birthday party. When I got home, I found Mr. Jacobus had sent me email mentioning it! Frrrrreaky.
That's about it.
I can think of no way in text to fully express how this makes me feel.
(1:01am)
Got a Big Fucking Box from my mom today. Framed concert posters! Including
one from the concert I went to the night I got laid off. Hee. She kind of
looked at me funny when I told her that was why I wanted that one
especially framed, but I think she's kind of given up on trying to
understand. Which is for the best all around.
IMed with someone at work tonight who used "grok". Whoa.
(4:02pm)
People are so impatient at the post office. Punks.
PLOP= partial loss of pointer
(2:56pm) (ha!)
Finally watched all of Crooklyn last night.
Also, still working through the new New Order CD.
Now, for mailing.
Get me away from here, I'm dying.
(1:19am)
VH1 is showing a series of shows called "I love the 80's". While it's kind
of interesting to watch, I can't really agree. The 80's had a whole lot of
suck.
That is all.
(3:41am)
Ok, as much as I appreciate the whole getting-dark-early,
cold-and-dry-and-making-you-feel-like-wanting-to-kill-yourself element of
winter, I really just like summer a whole lot more.
I should move closer to the equator. Dammit.
(3:27am)
My hair is at the point where I need to have someone cut it, or suck it up
and let it grow. I'm not really sure which I want to do. One is really
easy, and the other is not all that hard, either. The question becomes: do
I want to be able to put it back? At this point, that is a kind of
attractive option. Bleh.
At some point, this might not all be so boring.
But I'm not promising anything.
(3:10am)
I am wearing the hat. Sadly, my head is not exactly a 7. I think it's more
of a 6 7/8, or something. Sigh. Still, it's close, so I don't look like I'm
7 and wearing my dad's hat or anything.
LOL = loss of light; laugh out loud
LOS = loss of signal; loss of shit
This evening had a gut-punch that punched me all night, causing the LOS on the way home. And here I was going to say something all uplifting about getting my hat today, but no. Suffice it to say that hormones were a contributing factor, in more ways than I intend to explain.
I mean, not as far as the hat is concerned.
Section Line Path Line Section Path Path Line Section.
(1:24am)
Struggling mightily to not open the Christmas gifts that arrived from AM
today.
Talked to a guy about Foundry switches for 40 minutes or so tonight; I am a dork. Oh well.
I like talking to people who know a lot of technical details. Well, sometimes. It's weird to go on instinct to try to figure out things which are technical, quantitative, and have a specific answer, but to try to use logic on things which completely don't. Dammit.
Well. Sort of.
(3:19am)
Aw.
(1:29am)
Sigh. All I want is some angry, politically-driven, funky funky punk music.
Is that so much to ask?
(12:49am)
Why the fuck did I know how RPF worked?
Not that I'm complaining.
(11:03am)
Curse you, wintry mix.
(12:26am)
I need to find a way to arrange the big pile of audio componentry I have so
that I can actually hook up the record player. Mmm, records.
I'd taken some Benedryl (cathair all over the couch) and fell fast, fast asleep after the first competition. Oh well. At least the jeans I was wearing aren't actually uncomfortable to sleep in. Had to hunt down my glasses. Heh. Tried to get a time to take Bitte to the vet; I think it's going to happen tomorrow. Zhang.
And that's it! Well, and dinner for Morriss's birthday in a little while.
I was all pissy earlier (that is, after finding a stupid letter from a collection agency for a DVD I returned to Blockbuster), but the guy at Blockbuster was actually very nice and helpful and it all came out much, much better than I had any right to expect. So, I will have a ca-hold one in your honor, Carlos.
(6:37pm)
Ah, going through a big pile of mail, paying bills, and doing laundry. Got
stuff to make more stuff tomorrow. Now, if only the stuff on Ebay would
sell.
(1:22pm)
Thank you, and good night!
Watched some taped teevee with Mr. Jacobus last night, as well as, yes, the commentary track on Ghosts of Mars. Pure gold.
Started watching A New Leaf, which reminded me I didn't remember any of it. But, sweet, sweet Matthau action. Er. As it were.
Finally realized in the shower what the opening of Mirah's "Sweepstakes Prize" is -- it's the opening of "My Girl". That had been bugging me for a while, but I never got around to trying to remember what it was if I wasn't listening to the song, so I was always distracted.
First: I had a dream that one of Judy's cats got hit by a car, but a lot of kittens came out of her. The cat. That is. And now Judy had even more kittens to get rid of. Fin.
Second: I was at the taping of some promotional thing/interview with Slumber Party (I blame this one entirely on Mike).
Third: I was playing some weird game. Wait. That was hitting the snooze button.
Thanks, Ann Marie!
(6:03pm)
Called in snow to work today. Was watching tv, when Trey came down, petted
Runty, then said, "Good idea!" and ran upstairs. He brought back a laundry
basket. Yay for laundry basket sledding!
(1:43am)
Also, Judy of course got me Mark Tens while she was in Canada. Imagine me
with little hearts floating and bursting around me.
(1:40am)
Brian Postow gets special goatee (more accurately, van dyke) dispensation.
Unless he's really an evil doppelganger! In which case, he doesn't need it.
Well, actually, I did just find the "pants, tres bien!" commercial for Piposaru 2001 and download it, so hey.
Pants! Tres bien!
So, anyway, two more things: 1) still uninterested in 24. 2) why are goatees still popular? Just grow a beard! Unless you are an evil doppelganger. Then, ok, you can have a goatee.
(3:16am)
What the? How did I just catch the keyboard that I knocked off the top of
the computer on my foot while carrying a full cup of tea? How?
(1:53am)
Also, been thinking about random things I haven't thought about in a long
time (with good reason, I have to say), thought about this one time I
thought I had to have a justification for not liking something, and while
the reason I came up with may have had a fair part in why I didn't like
this thing (ok, it was getting flowers, ok?), it was really just that I
didn't like it. That's all. Heh. Yay, being young and dumb.
Look around, do you see anyone for themselves like you see yourself?
So why do you still feel so all alone?
Yay, Liz Phair!
(1:47am)
Oh, and despite finding several pages where people compare elm and mutt and
go on and on about why mutt is better, here's the major advantage, as far
as I've been able to tell from 2 whole days of using mutt: default for mutt
is to not store messages on quitting, and to delete them. So,
yay, mutt, I guess.
(1:44am)
Went out Monday to get a giftie for Judy, but neither CDepot nor Best Buy
had it. I bet if I'd looked for it IN BALTIMORE, they'd've had it at
Soundgarden. But I didn't.
And then, my friend, you die. YOU DIE, YOU DIE!
Ok, you probably don't die. But I'm just saying.
Hee hee.
(6:20pm)
I almost want to alias elm to mutt, but I know that's just the easy way
out, and not the real way to go.
I haven't accidentally typed "elm" instead of mutt. Yet. Yet.
(6:01pm)
I had a dream about a kitten last night. I kept trying to put it in the
litterbox, and it kept getting away from me somehow.
Heard Kitty making angry noises in the basement, and went down to find her up on a windowledge, growling and making really funny angry noises at a cat that was sitting on the other side of the window, wacking at the glass.
Kitty and her swagger crack me up.
(12:21pm)
We got big lights and a smoke machine!
Tomorrow: Baltimore with Anil.
Oh, never mind. On the other hand, free food at work today. Yay!
(12:35pm)
I tried your birthday...I tried you mom's first name. I have the password
to your...
Last week at work, a coworker who is growing his hair out mentioned that the only problem with the process is that his hair is too big. Hee. He seemed pretty icked out by the suggestion that he wash it every other day, instead of every day. The shampoo industry has this country in its thrall! I tell you.
Yesterday was weird. I mean, fun. Parts of the day slid by and I don't really remember anything specific about them. I was busy and running around and doing something or another all day, except cooking. I was pretty useless to the cooking effort. Weird. I think we even had a vegan! Who didn't make a big deal about anything; the only reason I think he was one was because his turkey art was just a turkey saying "Vegan power!"
One of the funniest things was how the kitten kept disappearing -- except it was actually just that she was camoflaged by someone's black clothing. Heh heh.
The mushroom gravy was remarkably good. At one point I was out of the room when a CD ended, but someone put in Gang of Four, so it was almost like I had been there. Sweet!
I broke down and bought the Interpol CD Saturday night. I also got The Island of Doctor Moreau. That had come up in a conversation earlier Saturday: worst first date movies ever. Warlock and Andelusian Dog also came up, but I am not sure I need to get my hands on either of those soon. Sigh.
I should get new frames or contacts. I'm not sure which, yet. If it's contacts, there's the whole rigamorole of getting ones that aren't right for my astigmatism, and then having to go back and show the doctor how they rest wrong on my eye and have the doctor order the right ones....Hey. Actually, that's not so bad. Hm.
And there is always the semi-permeable option. Or new frames. It's just a pain to pick out new frames when you can't actually see how they look on your face, because you're 2 inches from the mirror because, duh, you can't see.
And by "you", I mean "me".
Also, I'm not sure there are any frames out there better than the ones I have now, anyway; I probably could pull off the hipster dark thick frames look, but I don't want to.
(11:52am)
Plan for today:
(1:13am)
Yay. I left the CDs I took to Judy's there by accident. Dammit.
I really like this skirt. Skirt + tights = the way to go.
I blame the urge to wear skirts in the winter on 12 years of uniform skirts.
Need to scrounge up something to eat, other than Pringles. Mmm. Pringles.
(1:10am)
Judy got me a very choice ceramic poop dog at the thrift store today. The
poop dog will house all my fine tiny collectables.
I need to clean my CD player, so I can walk around in my room without it skipping. Or touch my dresser without it skipping. Or yawn without it skipping.
Anyway, I will write about this other thing at some point when I'm not getting mad lag.
The thing I am talking about is a kitteny experiment. Bitte!
(5:24pm)
Also, not that this is something I have to struggle against every minute,
but I'm continuing to not see 8 Mile. Which is funny, because every
time I see the preview, I think how much better the song playing in the
background is than any other Eminem song I've ever heard.
(5:13pm)
What I have done so far today:
As you can see, it's been a very busy day for me. Aw, yeah.
(1:53am)
The Ring was pretty creepy. Someone get Ms. Watts some brown hair
dye, quick. Also the male lead is like the missing Wilson brother.
Serious.
On the other hand, I'm actually in kind of a bad mood, but oh well. MORE JUNK OUT OF THE HOUSE. Sweeet.
Also, Kitty is just laying here all quiet, so, that's good, too.
(9:57am)
This has been a productive morning (sort of). I scored Halber Mensch
off Judy, because she has it and she hates it. Sweet!
(9:52am)
Goddamn, that is one loud kitten.
I was thinking I didn't have anything I had to do until this evening, then I remembered I have to do something at one. Crap.
(8:31am)
By the way, why am I up at 8:30 on one of my weekend days? I woke up at
like, 6:30. And went to sleep at like 2. Wack.
Found out last night that Welcome to Eltingville is actually going to be on next week. The commercial came on last night during Adult Swim, and I was like, that sounds famili....OH!
We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tight
That is something I very much need to get when(ever the hell it is) I move, for sleeping on. I don't want to have to get a couch, though.
Why am I all alert and shit? When I'd really rather go back to sleep. Dammit.
(8:00am)
Well, I'll be damned. Mission of Burma does that song! If I'm lucky,
Pitchfork's "best of the '80's" list will tell me who the hell did that
"walk by your house" song that's been driving me nuts for years.
A guy gets a flat tire outside of a mental institution. In the course of changing the tire, he loses all the lug nuts. He's sitting on the side of the road, cursing himself; he can't go anywhere now.
An inmate of the institution sees his prediciment, and yells to him, "Why don't you take one lug nut off of each of your other tires, and use them to hold on the tire until you can get to a service station?"
The guy looks at him, and is stunned. He says, "Wow, thank you! How did you think of that?"
The inmate looks at him from his window, and replies, "I'm crazy, not stupid."
(2:09am)
Have I mentioned how incredibly well this evening shift works with my
normal sleep/wake schedule? It's kind of depressing, but only because it
means I will never be able to drag-ass into work totally wrecked because I
went out to a concert during the work week. Because I can't make it to
concerts, getting off at midnight. But, on the other hand, I fall asleep
and wake up with time on either end to do stuff. Sigh.
Also, because I'm working schedules that only slightly overlap with people I like to chitchat with all day. That's the real tragedy.
Anyway, Anil came home and told me of how he pulled some guy off the girl he (the guy, not Anil) was assaulting at the Black Cat. Yay, Anil! Sadly, he didn't think to slip her his (Anil's) phone number. Now that's chivalry.
Also, I'd like to mention that I like some of the random mp3s I've gotten recently (from the web sites of the labels the bands in question are on, so cram it).
Sigur Ros, I never want to go to one of your concerts, but I'll listen to your CD almost any day.
Hee. How annoying is that? And yet, it's cracking me up every time I hear it. And yet, if someone said it to me, I think it would be kicking time.
Anyway, I'm digging how the evening shift folks like the pho for dinner, because it makes me happy. Pho pho pho. I even remembered to ask for only hot sauce (whatever weirdo is packing up the pho at the pho place gives you a little tub of hot sauce and hoisin sauce, mixed together. Ngah). So my pho was the proper color tonight. Aw, yeah.
Kitty just fell off of a chair. It was embarassing.
I dreamed I went to a grocery store and saw 2 people being sold as turkeys (yeah, I don't know, man), and decided immediately that I was now a vegetarian. I ran into an ex and we ended up at a hotel playing cards (not a euphemism). We were supposed to meet up later for more cards, but somehow it got planned for a day I was supposed to go to a minor league baseball game. So, uh, yeah. I slipped out and went to the game instead.
Three of us went back to my house after the game, and I was reading a book of Roger Ebert's movie reviews while we were sitting around. I noticed a movie with 6 stars, and pointed it out. Everyone else there was like, yeah, I've seen him do that before, give bonus stars to actors in the movie.
I fell asleep and had a dream involving one of the people I'd gone to the game with, about looking for a valuable lost manuscript that'd been hidden by its insane author under the ocean. It was sort of like It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World meets The Ninth Gate. The helicopter we were in crashed into the ocean, though, and I woke up after getting the other person to shore. Well, woke up in the dream (sheesh, nesting dreams).
I'd been asleep for a long time, I could tell, but everyone had stayed at my house. I kept trying to get one of them alone to ask how long I'd been asleep, but couldn't. We went to the grocery store, and I figured I could look at the expiration date on something there (since I got the idea I'd been asleep for months), but didn't get the chance.
(2:36am)
Shit! I have two albums by this one band, and it turns out the third one
(which I think I didn't get out of sheer laziness, or something) is the one
I want. Well, based on this one song. Man.
Oh! My bad. It's Mogwai. Never mind.
In the time it takes to make one mistake you're up and gone/And I'm so tired that I just watch you run/You always had my evidence/You clean your snowflake fingerprints/off the loaded barrel of my tongue
I wish I could find complete lyrics to this song, so I didn't have to transcribe them myself. Dag.
(12:57am)
New formulas calling you to move around.
(3:00pm)
Also, I think there were some zombies in my dream last night, but not many.
(12:39pm)
I seriously keep having dreams about motorcycling.
Though, in my dream last night, someone I know pulled me over (oh, man, hee), and I was supposed to be having dinner with the family of someone I was friends with in grade/middle school. Weird.
Well, I don't actually factually need anything different, but still.
Broke out the crock pot again. More soup.
(4:33am)
I just ordered 2 paperbacks for under a dollar, total. Too bad there's the
shipping cost.
But fifteen cents for a book I kind of wanted to read anyway (more, I like the author, really). Score.
(3:25am)
Listening to stuff that was played back when I went out dancing, I have to
say, unless you're stomping, you're not dancing.
I think my opinion on this has a lot to do with being of German stock.
(3:18am)
Also, probably going to hit Georgetown tomorrow afternoon, mostly because
I'm going to be in the area in, uh...6 or 7 hours from now anyways.
(12:56am)
Whee. Party was big drunken fun last night; I spent probably at least 20
frustrated minutes not being able to put Paul's hair into a bun. Hee. I'm
so uncoordinated.
Watched some of The Deep End this afternoon; that is, I managed to stay awake until Goran Visnjic made his first appearance. Heh. I woke up at the very end, too, but I'm going to have to watch it again.
Had a funny dream the other day about someone I went to high school with.
Other than that, um...yeah. That's about it.
Yes, I cleaned it up.
(2:19am)
There are times when I feel like "Should've Kept My Mouth Shut", by The
Beautiful South, is my theme song.
Minutes for a time, even.
Fleas and ticks are two of the few things I don't mind killing. YOU DON'T PAY RENT YOU LITTLE BASTARDS.
(4:23am)
I love this
song. (I don't know if the download is any good, but it's what I
found).
It's like exactly the song I bought the Blade Runner soundtrack for, only to find it was not there. Heh.
(3:58am)
Hee, Anil and I had a great idea for a domain name/web site earlier.
wheresmysoda.com
or
wheremysodaat.com
The advantage to the second one is that the actual web server could be named "yo", to yield a pleasing result.
Anyway, not completely clear on what the content would be, besides involving where the hell I've most recently left my glass of soda.
(2:21am)
Aw, "Inside Only Cat". Sniff.
(12:13am)
Though I'm a little sad about the schedule change, I am betting it will
usher in a new era of not being ass-tired at work. At least, until my body
readjusts my sleep schedule.
You can't hold down what can't be held down.
(4:11pm)
Imam scolded me today for not being mean enough. Dang.
(3:38pm)
Went to see Explosions in the Sky last night with Anil up at some place in
Baltimore. It was cool, and I dug them, except for the 2.5 hours of
standing in a packed room. Also, we seemed to be standing at the exact
place where everyone needed to get by. I wish they'd, you know, tapped my
shoulder instead of just pushing by every time.
Just got back from lunch at Mandalay. I like that when they make something medium spicy it's actually, you know, medium spicy.
(6:49pm)
No black and white, only blue.
(6:42pm)
Oh, spent some time Saturday reading about diabetes. There was a part about
why diabetics have poor circulation, which was enlightening, in the "oh,
well, sure, that makes sense and is a much simpler explanation than I
expected" way.
(6:29pm)
Travis
Morrison, I love you. Really, baby.
(5:45pm)
I also meant to mention about the Scheiße zombie idea that Anil and I
somehow came up with, but I'm not really sure what to say. I think it
started (after dinner, while we were just sitting in the restaurant) with
some kind of idea about making a zombie movie, and ... I really don't know
how we got to Scheiße. Except we also thought Rammstein could do the
soundtrack, and the theme song would be "Die Scheiße-Zombies kommt". Yeah,
the verb is in the wrong person. Sigh.
We were also talking about hunting and eating giant slugs, and how the advantage to using slugs for food is, if you wanted to start a slug farm, you only needed 2 slugs, and you didn't have to try to figure out what sex they were. Because slugs are easy. Heh.
(12:45pm)
I had a dream last night and all I remember about it is that I was wearing
the dog on roller skates t-shirt.
(12:10am)
Drank too much and stayed up too late Saturday night; was totally useless
at work today. Came home and tried to sleep before going out tonight, but
totally didn't. Watched part of a really bad movie on A&E. On the bumper
back from commercial, they kept announcing, "This is the A&E movie, on
A&E". Uh, no shit.
Anil and I met Josh and Emily at Ben's Chili Bowl for dinner; I can't believe I haven't been there before. It was pretty excellent, though, I should try the vegetarian chili.
Kiki and Herb were awesome. Highlights: "Major Tom", "The Wu", "Total Eclipse of the Heart" (aw, yeah), and "Johnny Mathis's Feet" (!!!!!!!!!!!!!). "When you don't have love, there is only...rape" (which was so wrong, but the delivery made it funny). Also, I scored the K&H CD, the last that they had.
Anil and I stopped at Blockbuster and got some movies; I got Strange Days and The Anniversary Party for ten bucks each; Anil got Final Destination, which we just watched. Um, yeeeeah. Heh. There are games on the DVD, one of which is a test to see if you are psychic. Turns out, neither Anil nor I are at all psychic. Who knew!?
Also rented City of Lost Children and Frailty. And, of course, am wide awake now.
Going to sleep soon, and I'm wondering why my head is full of gooey badness. Dammit.
Watched the Anna Nicole Smith Show for the first time ever with Judy tonight. Uh, yeah.
Looking forward to breakfast tomorrow, and Sunday, and might work next Saturday to make up time, but, honestly, I'd rather just put in a damn timesheet saying what I worked this week.
Next Saturday: reckoning. Also, hee! I hope the birthday present is as good as I think it is.
Also, I should go to Georgetown Tobacco or something and get fancy smokes at some point before then. I'm not sure why. It just seems right.
Hee.
(5:45pm)
Doing something I hate didn't even cheer me up! Man, I hate changing
sheets.
On the other hand (and the real reason for doing it), maybe I won't wake up with 3 pounds of phlegm in my lungs from breathing cat allergens all freaking night.
(5:31pm)
I am so worn out. I bet I don't even stay up to watch tv tonight.
(5:13am)
Why the hell is it at least 15 degrees colder in my room than the room next
door?
This song, as I've said before, has a point where it goes from black and white to color. That description almost covers this song.
(4:11pm)
Ok, also going to see 28 Days
Later... because I'm a total sucker for epidemic apocalypse stuff.
(3:41pm)
Holy moly. I didn't realize Alan Cumming was going to be Nightcrawler.
So seeing X-Men 2, or whatever it's going to be called. I mean, ok, I was going to anyway, but...ALAN CUMMING, people.
Hee.
(3:14pm)
All my cells are idiot savants.
(I am betting it's not "idiots savant" because that's almost impossible
to sing. Only one EP! Sigh.)
(8:55pm)
That makes 2 days in a row I've watched movies with Billy Zane and Thomas
Hayden Church (yesterday, Demon Knight, today, Tombstone). I
didn't place Zane in Tombstone until the ending credits. The hair
threw me off!
(5:51pm)
I bring you tidings of things to jam into your mouth.
Ginger. Altoids.
(3:03pm)
I just figured out what this soap smells like: a freakin Strawberry
Shortcake doll.
(1:05pm)
Need to pay car insurance, and, uh, register car. Watched The Ninth
Gate last night with Anil. It was much better than I expected it to be,
though not as much better than I expected it to be as Formula 51
was.
I'm pretty sure that sentence made sense.
Bloog, MVA.
I think Sleater-Kinney is sounding better and more together on this tour than they did on the last one. Tonight was quite possibly better than last week, but 1) we were really close to the stage (despite the guy with the sort of large noggin who was right in front of me) and 2) we were in Baltimore, which generally makes things better. Also, they were more chatty than last week, which was fun. I'll have to compare the setlists.
Anyways, as a side note, the openers were Quix*o*tic. One (I think only one) of the members was also in Slant 6. Who I saw open for Fugazi at the first concert I went to (not counting concerts with my mom, when I was 11, and which were all country concerts. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Well, ok, there sort of is, but I'm not getting into that now). Which was at UMD at College Park. Yeah, I realize I'm the only one who cares.
Felt glazed after about 3, and when I left at 4:30, the sore throat I'd woken up with had returned. Trey got home about 20 minutes after me, and between the two of us, we couldn't even muster up enough energy to go see a movie. Or go rent a movie, for crying out loud. We watched Fooly Cooly, which was excellent, then we watched it again with the director's commentary.
I was planning on going to a party tonight, but I can hardly summon the energy to think about folding laundry. Oh, ok, I'm so not going to fold my laundry tonight. Clearing out stuff I only sort of want from my amazon.com wishlist basically took the last of my strength. It's 10:23 on Saturday night, and I am going to go to sleep. This is what happens when you wake up at 5 am, and I don't really like it all that much. Zhang.
Finally got cracking on using the exercise room stuff at work. I meant to use one of the bikes, but someone else was in the room, so I went for the treadmill instead. Yay, treadmill! It was all I had hoped running inside could be, and more. The only problem was that the speed of the treadmill determined how fast I was running; that didn't occur to me, for some reason. I did a 13 minute mile, which is kind of embarassing, but, I figure, not too bad for someone who hasn't run in years and is mostly out of shape. Also, now I have a goal: get it down to 10 minutes by January. Which, I admit, I'm picking as a goal because I think it's actually not going to be that hard. Heh.
Also, and importantly, an opportunity has come up for me to get the day off for a party in the near future; it was the one thing I'd overlooked when choosing the new schedule. But, as it is, it should work out extra-swell.
(5:57pm)
Looking forward to next Sunday. I hope the Recher show is as incredibly
good as the 9:30 (yeah, it was 2 days ago, I'm still thinking about it.
Shut up. They were ON).
Also just mentioning that finally it sounds like the Bangs production isn't totally shitty (for their new EP, that is). Yay!
(9:39am)
I had another dream about riding a motorcycle last night.
(8:54am)
So, my plan for last night/this morning worked. That is to say, go to sleep
early and wake up relatively early, so maybe getting to sleep tonight won't
be hard.
Also, I'm planning on going grocery shopping, and hoping it won't be crowded. I think today is a day for cooking.
(No, nothing specific. I know what I mean.)
(8:48pm)
Sweet Mary and Joseph. Formula 51. I think I hurt myself.
Let's review:
Also, the soundtrack was pretty awesome.
Also, in what is becoming a somewhat disturbing trend, Mr. Jacobus and I plumbed the depths of FYE. As it were.
(3:05pm)
Also of note, this from my mom: "Your father is good at picking out frames
for things...except he really likes the bamboo."
(2:34pm)
Just because this always bears repeating:
"And the final step is to say to yourself, 'Are you nervous? Are you ill
prepared, still? Well, fuck it. Do it anyway. 'Cause you're the man.'"
- William H. Macy
(1:43pm)
Also, just mentioning that I'm such a dweeb that I wrote down the setlist
last night. I had a pen! I had paper! I...sigh.
(1:40pm)
Netti fritti con volante.
(10:12am)
Another zombie dream last night. It was intercut with this weird Real World
taping kind of thing.
Also, when you turned into a zombie, you became bright blue. Part of it was at the hospital where my mom used to work. Had the thing again where running didn't seem to get me anywhere any faster than walking.
Actually, before that part of the dream, I had a dream about buying CDs from someone who was a spy or something, and was following me around. Heh.
(1:09am)
Aw, yeah. I rely on your oxygen.
The Quails, also quite good.
Uh. I fixed my watchband today?
Man, I was in a funk after about noon today, but I'm in a much better mood now.
You don't have to call me darlin, darlin! You never even called me -- well, I wonder why you don't call me -- why don't you ever call me by my name!?
I ditched off 495 at Old Georgetown, because it was just ridiculous. My mom had called to say she was sort of near my house, and was going to stop by. I told her I'd be home in 30 or 45 min, then realized that was nowhere near the truth. I tried to call her back, but she'd shut off her cell phone. I...just don't understand. Well, I mean, sort of; I would shut off my cell phone if I thought of it more often (hee), but I actively want to be unreachable sometimes (not that I'm burning up the minutes any more of late than ever). But. Oh, I'm not even going to worry about it. She only ended up waiting for 45 minutes. 187 (on a cb-4 tip) to 410 to 29, done and done. Probably twice as far as the distance on 495, in less time. Must. Move.
(11:33pm)
I have absolutely no excuse for not knowing what day it is, but I am that
tired right now.
The dress thing tonight was a complete and total blast, which caught me by surprise. Not that I expected it to suck, but trying on three dozen dresses, on paper, sounds like torture. Tonight, it was much, much fun.
The bridesmaids' dresses are very, very nice (yay!), and Ann Marie's dress is downright beautiful. It's plain, but looks great on her.
Also, I got a set of 16 glasses to replace the one that got broken the other day (I mean, I couldn't get just one, see...they were in a set of 16) for a mere $9. They were marked $12, but were on sale! Kick. Ass.
Not that I really need more drinking glasses. That is beside the point. I got so many of them, and so cheaply!
After the fairly brief agonizing over dresses, AM and I hung out and chatted with her former boss. I realized again how much I miss Baltimore. Man.
(7:51pm)
My cat's breath smells like cat food.
(3:32pm)
I think I am going to have some chili.
(2:45pm)
Project Pitchfork walks a fine line of melodrama, most likely
inadvertantly.
(12:10pm)
Went out with Anil and had dinner last night; we were going to try to go to
the Greek place I keep meaning to go to in Rockville, but it was either
closed, or we were looking in the wrong place. So we ended up at Black's,
in Bethesda, which I actually like a lot. I wanted to get tuna, but with
the whole overfishing thing, didn't. Anil got a very tasty, probably 70%
butter, fish stew. Speaking of overfishing, I was hoping to get rockfish,
but, sadly, this was not to be.
Anyway, had a weird dream last night that Ann Marie, Jon, and I went to stay with my mom for Christmas; she still lived in the house AM and I grew up in, but she'd remarried for some reason. It was a very tall man named Isaac. Who didn't trust me at all and yelled at me for no good reason for things I'd been told to do, or basically just to yell at me. My mom got a foosball table for whichever one of us wanted to take it, so I told Jon and AM to take it. I don't remember anything else I got.
From there I went right to a camping picnic type thing, and someone wanted me to kill a kitten, by burying it alive. Apparently, it had worms or something. I was very upset, and the kitten kept coming out of the ground, and someone kept making me rebury it. Ngah.
True, and false, in that order, but it's just running through my head at the moment. It's the way I get by.
(1:24pm)
Also, Katie Holmes needs to fire whoever keeps getting her roles in shitty
horror-suspense movies.
(11:42am)
Sigh. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
But also, after going out last night, I found out I'd only watched the second half of Dawn of the Dead (which explains why it started so abruptly), so Anil and I watched the whole thing last night.
Had a dream this morning that a ghost was trying to haunt me, but ended up driving some other people nutty instead, which was kind of almost worse.
I liked The Crucible. I wasn't expecting to.
I do, however, love the schoolkids putting on Ben Hur commercial for AMC.
(5:29pm)
Mary Tyler Moore show on DVD! Finally!
Next thing I'm waiting for: Bob Newhart show. Doo doo da doo da doo doo doo!
(1:34pm)
I had a dream last night that I was at my folks' place, and my mom had a
huge kitchen, and had set it up really poorly. I was bitching at her about
it, and about how awkward it was to get around in the kitchen the way she
had it set up, and how she could do it differently, even though I knew full
well she wouldn't change anything. Also, I was on roller skates.
Then, I was back at home and something was wrong with the TiVO. I was telling Trey about it, and he said I was obviously just doing something wrong. He was hanging upside down in the basement, watching football.
I wasn't, though.
I watched Big Trouble in Little China (which I didn't realize was a John Carpenter flick) and The Dark Crystal tonight. I hadn't seen the latter in many, many years. I still remembered Aughra. I was afraid of her the first time I saw the movie. Now, I want to be her. Heh. Of course, I was like 8 the last time I saw the movie.
(8:17pm)
How can you not love the
Runty?
Even better is that the Runty will have a pirate scar near her eye, on the same side as me. But I bet hers will be more visible.
I sent some mail today, but it might not have actually gotten sent. Damn you, not being able to ssh out from work. Damn you to hell.
And the new car gets like 35 miles to the gallon, which I like Very Much.
(8:17pm)
I am happy to report that today was much better. Work mostly dragged,
punctuated with bouts of busy-ness. Had a fun dinner with the IC Gaming
Coalition. Poor Runty got stiches above her eye last night, and is now
wearing a non-glamorous plastic collar. Poor Runty! Sniff.
Listened to Parliament on the way home, and was extremely glad I got that tape. It's pretty awesome. I'm also digging the Stone Roses tape I got, which kind of surprised me.
(9:27pm)
I can't even believe. Damn.
Pardon me. This very melodramatic music I'm listening to is really getting to me.
(9:10pm)
I'm feeling angry about waste today. Someone got me something that I liked
and she did not like at all; I accidentally left this thing at her
apartment
a while ago. I doubt ... I'm not sure what I doubt. I just remember how
happy
I was when I got it, and think now what a waste of her money it was.
Unless, of course, she sells it on Ebay. In which case, not everyone loses.
I dug it, though. It was one of the nicest things I've gotten as a gift.
She said her name was Blah Blah Blah!
(5:33pm)
I think this will be the winter where I actually start to use the crock
pot. I was shopping today, and suddenly got the urge to make chili and
stew. I think I'll leave stew for next week.
(5:25pm)
Man, never trust a habanero.
(12:16am)
Spoon, ripping off David Bowie (intro to "Changes", on "Someone
Something")? I still am loving it.
Ding dang. Kill the Moonlight is fantastic.
(8:22pm)
One last thing: I am in for The Truth About Charlie. Tim Robbins,
Marky Mark (hee), chick with a British accent, and not being able to trust
anyone plot. Aw, yeah.
(8:01pm)
Yeah, though I have no complaint at all with Edward Norton's performance,
he didn't quite fit for me. Still, it was good, and I'm still peeved with
Harris. Heh.
Ralph Fiennes came MILLIMETERS (milimeters, people!) away from nailing the "You owe me awe" line. So. Close. My frustration was palpable. To me, that is. My only complaint with Mr. Fiennes in this flick.
Other than that, Paul and I hit a $3.99 cassette bonanza at a place in the mall. The soundtrack to Top Gun, only, this time, it ALSO had the oldies that the original soundtrack (yes, I had it, duh) lacked. For $3.99. The most painful thing I had to pass on was Trucker Jukebox #3, because it only had one song I really wanted.
Got some groceries, came home, cooked salmon, made guacamole (which wasn't as hard as I expected -- I always figured it would take things I didn't have in the house to make it, but, really, the only thing it has that usually isn't around our kitchen was avocadoes), going to read the end of Red Dragon, putter around.
(11:55am)
"I don't dig the Stripes, but I'll go for Har Mar"
-Spoon, "Small Stakes"
Ok, Spoon, you win. HEE!
I learned something Saturday evening, in the middle of drinking most of the beer Judy bought (sorry, man), and before watching Popcorn: calendula is made from marigolds.
I finished most of Red Dragon, and am about to leave to see it with Mr. Jacobus. A few thoughts before seeing it:
And I am off!
(10:04am)
Oh, dear. CMJ this year:
Aislers Set, Bangs, Black Heart Procession, Blonde Redhead, Cex, Cigarbox
Planetarium (holy smokes), Enon, Essex Green, Har Mar Superstar, Mark
Eitzel, Long Goodbye, Love Life, Pocket Rockets (whoa), Sigur Ros, Slumber
Party, Ted Leo & the Pharmacists, Victory at Sea.
And that's just a quick rundown. Man. I will begin thinking about if I really want to go or not. It was a pile of fun a few years ago, even though we only drove up and did stuff on Saturday.
(9:51am)
I had a dream last night that I was playing a video game. It was a
full-immersion type of thing, where you became the character, blah blah. It
was pretty neat. Basically, you found yourself at the beginning needing
somewhere to stay, and run into a door to an apartment at a shopping mall
(? I don't know, man), and someone unlocks and opens the door for you,
because
they know who lives there. Also, they, uh, give you a drug. Anyway, the
person
who lives there comes home after a while, and lets you stay with her. Then
you
wander around the mall, running into people to fight, and come home at the
end
of the day. Sometimes, when you beat someone, you get a kit, where you put
together your next enemy, or a new ally. The kit is small, then the little
figure you make turns into a new character, animate and life-sized. At one
point,
I found a bunch of kittens, and brought them home. Some of them turn into
fish.
We kept them in the toilet, since there's no fish tank. There's really no
explanation for any of this.
Anyhow.
(12:09am)
Kitty has a super-power. She has all along, and I just now realized it. It
is this: shedding roughly the same amount of hair as a Shetland pony does,
daily. She's amazing!
Anyway, at one point, I was back in my dorm, which reminded me of both the upstairs of the grade school I went to, and the hallway of my dorm freshman through junior years.
There was more, but I forget it.
(8:35pm)
Among the things I love is the operation booklet enclosed with a car.
(8:19pm)
Dear God in Heaven, I could spend obscene amounts of money getting
furniture from Design Within Reach
If I were insane or a millionare, that is.
(6:15pm)
English Beat goodness.
It's really an old shirt. Heh. I like hiding stuff beneath boring shirts that are mostly just to keep me warm in the air conditioning.
(6:39pm)
Holy moly, I forgot how much I liked Einsturzende Neubauten. I want to see
them again in concert. With the spinning thing and the gravel on the metal.
Aw, yeah.
There is just something I find so very sexy about German. The language. No, I'm totally serious.
Also, I wish I could've seen New Order live, circa Power, Corruption, and Lies. Because, well, I love that album. And I wouldn't want to bother any other way. Because Bernard Sumner can't fucking sing. And I am so, so not behind a New Order with Billy Corgan. Just, no.
From my head to my toes/To my teeth, through my nose/You get these words wrong/You get these words wrong/Everytime/You get these words wrong/I just smile
Losing 100 lbs would most certainly change my life, but not in a good way.
Unless it meant that like, my head and spinal column were being kept alive in some kind of crazy nutrient bath. But, again, that would be life-changing.
I have to admit I haven't watched the one for Ghostbusters yet.
(10:16pm)
I dreamed last night that the cast of Sports Night had replaced the
management staff of my first post-college job. Heh.
(1:51pm)
While last night was supposed to be bad movie night, we ended up watching
good movies (Amelie, Ghosts of Mars with the commentary
track, and Tank Girl. Ok. Maybe not good movies, but movies that are
not, say, Popcorn. But that's only because I haven't gotten my copy
yet.). There are things I'm still noticing about the car, and it's actually
kind of fun.
Watching Monster Garage, and I can't decide if it's cool or lame. They're making a Zamboni out of an Impala SS. Sadly, a new model. Hee.
(4:39pm)
Oh, also, "Natural Disasters", Enon.
(4:34pm)
YAY!
(6:05pm)
Wow, I'm going to buy a car tomorrow.
(5:13pm)
FOUR ROLLS OF DOUBLE-PRINT MAYHEM.
It's just like, isn't the reason this is special to the people it is special to because they are involved? I just don't get it.
Sorry. I'm really really tired. Tomorrow: checking out automobile for possible buying.
In another part, the sun was going to do something that would've basically destroyed the earth, but no one was completely sure that it would happen, or when. I was wandering around in a sort of a street festival, looking for people I knew in case it did happen. I think it ended up happening. The only person I remember finding is Ann Marie. Freaky.
(3:47pm)
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks! Hee!
(1:32pm)
I had a long and plot-free dream last night. It was weird.
(6:28am)
Man, I hope this is not a wisdom tooth thing.
(1:03am)
Hand: forced. However: investigating cars tomorrow.
(9:31pm)
See what lookin pretty cool will get you.
I don't care that the riff for this song is totally ripped off from "Brown Sugar"; it's still a catchy riff, and, sadly, the lyrics mean a lot more to me than the lyrics from "Brown Sugar".
Well, where "mean a lot more to me" = "make me smirk more".
(8:27pm)
I'm playing the "is my car going to stop in time" game. I can't say it's a
good game.
I'm also playing "cat's ass directly in my face" and I am going to come out strongly against that one.
(12:48am)
Eh. Got my ten bucks' worth of Spoon.
I have a cat hanging on my left wrist. It's kinda weird.
Also, my parking brake went out Monday. Not. Happy.
(2:28pm)
Wow, just had a weird memory, brought on by nothing, as far as I can tell.
How very odd. Here I am, the game warden of love.
Also, apropos of nothing, I have a cat's foot down the back of my pants. Wau!
(2:13pm)
Cuz all you need is a pretty song/if you want to sing, tell me what you
want to sing, and I'll play/Yeah, I'll play/Speed it up or slow it down, if
you want, we'll change the sound/We'll play/Yeah, we'll play/Anything you
want, all we want from you is a word or two
-Beulah, "If We Can Land a Man on the Moon, Then Surely I Can Win Your
Heart"
(2:08pm)
Oh, I have to admit: One Beat totally crept up on me. I wasn't
digging it much, the first few listens; after some quality time with it, I
liked a few songs. Yesterday, driving around aimlessly, I realized that I
didn't dislike a single song on the album. Which sounds like damning with
faint praise, but it's not, really. Even on The Hot Rock, there's at
least one song I skip almost every time I listen to it. And while there are
some songs on One Beat I listen to twice in a row, there are none
that I consistantly skip. That's pretty impressive.
(1:13pm)
Ratty has taken up residence in Jon's old room; he is causing all sorts of
trouble when I'm trying to use the computer. Well. Mostly, he's hitting
keys on the keyboard. Dagnabbit.
(12:48pm)
So I broke down yesterday and ordered Popcorn. It was $2.88! How
could I lose?
...oh, right. I already have! Heh. Still, come on, $2.88.
(6:35pm)
Also, the other day something occurred to me, regarding my sleep problems:
it's all self-perpetuating, like impotence. Sigh. Not that this helps in
any way, but it was kind of funny.
(6:15pm)
This is a Black Cat-heavy week for me. Aw, yeah.
I have to see if Black Eyes rock my world in as devastating a manner as they did the first time I saw them.
Here's hoping!
(3:07pm)
I would like to one day get a greyhound.
Also, vaguely related: my eyebrows are brindle.
(6:29pm)
For some reason, the last stanza of a poem I had to memorize in 7th grade
just popped into my head.
And if I should live to be
The last leaf upon the tree
In the spring
Let them laugh
As I do now
To the old forsaken (?) bough
To which I cling.
At the time, I didn't realize how funny it was. Heh.
From judybats.net: every single person in the Chicago and Baltimore/DC areas loves the Judybats. just ask someone!
The thing is, it's apparently true: I went to see them in Baltimore at Fletcher's like 2 years ago, and the place was freaking jammed. I was shocked, and charmed. Though, pretty much the only song everyone sang along to was "Saturday", which, while being a great song, is not my favorite Judybats song (that would be almost every song on Pain Makes You Beautiful. Shut up. I'm not melodramatic; it's just a fantastic album.
Shut up.)
(7:56pm)
Had dinner with Imam and Morriss, which was a lot of fun. Target bedtime:
9:30pm. Which, for years, I tried to convince my parents was too early.
Well, of course, at the time it was. I mean, I didn't have to get up until, like, 7am. Criminy.
Anyway, I miss having a cube, in which to put stuff, and also some of the people I used to work with.
(4:08pm)
I'm tired of being tired all the time.
(9:44pm)
"Love Is All Around" is a song I would like to remake, as well.
(5:26am)
I had yet another in my series of dreams about finding a house and moving.
(5:51pm)
I'm more excited than I should be that I could get 3 of the Moloko albums
used or new via Amazon.
BUT! WOOHOO!
Do you like my tight sweater?
(6:46pm)
I am still extremely jittery from the 2.5 cups of coffee I had earlier
today. Yes, I used the coffeemaker. Yes, I washed the hell out of that son
of a bitch first. Yes, I'm vaguely wondering if the mold did something
wacky to the coffee, anyway.
Also, yes, I dumped the grounds out as soon as the coffee was finished brewing this time.
(4:42pm)
I can't get around it: nothing makes a better grilled cheese sandwich than
individually wrapped slices of American cheese. Oh, man.
(1:18pm)
Ew. There is a certain Stephen King story I am thinking of at the moment; I
think it's called "Grey Matter". It's about this guy who gets ahold of some
bad beer, and it turns him into this horrible blob that eats rats and beer
and stuff.
See, I am thinking of that, because, um, this coffeemaker. I thought I'd cleaned out the grounds last time I made coffee. Which was many, many months ago. All I'm going to say is, I never thought a coffeemaker could smell like a mushroom.
Yeughgh.
On an unrelated note, I had a dream where I had enlisted, and was in some kind of special troop (there were only like 5 of us), and we infiltrated this house, and got sort of ambushed by two Germans in the basement. One of the Germans shot me in the foot; the slug went all the way through, and looked not unlike a butterfly earring back with a hunk of lead on the end, when I picked it up to examine it. More troops from the side I was on arrived, and shot the guy who'd shot me (I was the only one left of my group); the other German shot me in the butt (no, really), and went down from fire from my group. He and I had been talking about something, and he said he was one of the two kinds of Germans. I asked him what he meant, and he said something that made no sense, and that I should ask someone else what it meant.
In any case, he died, both of the places I got shot stopped bleeding (though my ass still hurt, my foot did not). I had to track down some people in Baltimore to give them stuff that one of the people in my group who'd been killed (or was just missing, either way) wanted me to give them. It ended up Judy knew them, and everyone was calling them by nicknames, and I got angry and yelled that being known by your internet nickname was stupid and lame...in a room full of people who went by their internet nickname. Heh. I realized this, and then said, "Oh, I don't care. You people are lame, and I don't care that you know I think that." Then I left.
I lived in an apartment by the Bay, and close to that was a restaurant. A couple tried to get me to sleep with them, and I ran away. Well, crept away, what with the hip-butt-wound. I was thinking, Ha! Now I know what it feels like to be shot.
Etc.
(2:30am)
Come on, fhqwhgads. I see you jockin me.
(No, I'm not kidding.)
(1:55am)
It was the same, but different. Evens versus odds. As it were.
(11:11pm)
Went to a wedding today, which was nice, though I have come to realize I
don't understand the whole getting married in a big ceremony thing. It's
like all the things that I try to avoid: dressing up and wandering around
dressed up, and public speaking, and some other stuff (kissing in public,
for one. Hee). Had a headache so headed home after the wedding, rather than
to the reception. Went to dinner with Trey, which was very nice. Had a big
hunk of skirt steak, with a lone tomato as a token vegetable.
Anyway. Have a scheme cooked up for Monday with Mr. Jacobus, got a Sunday paper, and went to the grocery store earlier to pick up brekkie ingredients. I just have to figure out if I'm going to make pancakes or french toast. French toast is better, but I didn't get another loaf of bread. I did get bacon, though. And lettuce, and tomatoes. Aw, yeah.
Also, fudgie bars were on sale. Hooray for fudgie bars! Even the lady checking my groceries said, "Oh, these are the best, aren't they?", and I had to conceed that I agreed.
Yeah, we'll never forget.
What won't we forget, again?
(6:01am)
Mentionable goal for this weekend: straighten out sleep schedule.
I'd give honorable mentions, but it would be too long. (And also include things way out of my weird-ass range, like "King of the Road", Roger Miller, and things no karaoke place would have, like "Spit on a Stranger", Pavement.)
(I'd also...well, not like to comment, but feel compelled to, uh, mention that I typo'd "If You Could Read My Mind" as "If You Could Ream My Mind". Sigh)
(9:55pm)
In "full circle" news, I chatted with a dude who had connectivity through
the company that I worked for between 2000 and 2001. After a little
inspection, the problem he was reporting seemed to be due to something
outside of my control, which I ran by my friend at said former company to
confirm. I remembered one of the more-fun elements of my last job, namely,
making really dorky jokes, and having someone laugh at them, just because
they
were dorky jokes. Which makes me say, "hee".
Also, I vaguely thought, "Why didn't I take a job at the noc there, and move out to Seattle?", and thought about why, and thought about what a dumbass I am. But, in the end, it all worked out, because, hey, AOL isn't out in Seattle. Or something. Among other things.
Anyway, went and looked at a car in Fairfax. Eh. I opened the trunk, and found 1) a spare tire 2) 3 more used tires. Sweet. Oh, wait, they weren't on rims. They were just TIRES IN THE TRUNK. Sigh. They also had a 5-speed Ford Contour, which I was pretty shocked to be told existed at all. I am going to keep looking, and try not to buy something old and giant that gets 12 miles to the gallon. Like a 1965 AMC MARLIN FASTBACK.
Had dinner at Connaught Place with Imam and Judy. Tomorrow is my Friday, for real this time.
Also, in a shocking turn of events, I was on a winning team in a game of foosball. In all honesty, though, the other person on my team did most of the winning, but I still looked like I was kicking ass, which is all that really matters. Between Monday and today, the break room sprouted a foosball table, you see.
Because, yo, if it'd been an air hockey table, I'd've been able to break it off all on my own. Word.
(9:39pm)
But the only time I know/I'll hear David Allen Coe/Is when Jesus has His
final Judgement Day
Thank you, that is currently going through my head.
(6:49pm)
Go, me, I did something I meant to do 2 weeks ago. Sigh.
(5:22pm)
Ah, well, no new car for me. At least, not that one. Heh.
Aw, yeah.
(2:30am)
Uncertain emotions force an uncertain smile.
(10:57pm)
Something that bugs me is the deal about September 11th. Yes, it was a big
deal. Was it the day Everything Changed? Not really. Except there wasn't
one day that went by in the last year that there wasn't some news story
associated with the event. You'd almost think there was something we were
supposed to be distracted from. Hm.
I mean, besides the fact that many, many people in many, many countries could have a bitter laugh at the irony.
I'm feeling mean today. I think it has something to do with hormones.
And, well, also because of...yeah.
(10:53pm)
Please stop talking about September 11th please stop talking about
September 11th please stop talking about September 11th.
Now that that is out of the way, I did some good old DTE loopback tests today.
Hey, would you say I'm on the rebound? Watch me fall at the speed of sound.
I'm soft, but I'll be all right.
Ba da ba! da da bum! Hee.
(8:47pm)
Tonight's fortune cookie: Someone thinks you are wonderfully mysterious.
Sure, yeah.
Though I do have a cover of "Disguises" done by The Jam running through my head.
(12:23am)
Hell, yeah, I'm going to try to sleep in tomorrow. This has not been a good
sleep week for me.
I think everyone should try what has become my favorite breakfast, but sometimes I forget there are people out there who don't like even slightly spicy food. Because, damn, that is some fine and tasty Saturday-morning-at-work-is-ok-with-this-stuff kind of food.
Today saw 2 things of great beauty. One was a gem from Mr. Sawez. I have no words to describe the beauty.
The other was something delivered unto me by Google image search. It's no one I know, nowhere I've ever been, but it's 31 glorious pages of photos from the mid-70's. It's like the lost photo album my parents never showed me, because all the people in it were no longer in their life. Also, many of the captions for the photos are unintentionally humorous. Like, just funny.
That's all. Oh. I might buy a VW Fox, especially if it stays cheap.
Fox! Hee! Any garage I might then put it in I would need to call "the henhouse".
(2:29am)
What I'm listening to now is I'd Rather Be Asleep Right Now.
I'm considering going in to work early. I must be stopped.
Fuck me. I'm going to look at cars on Ebay.
Looked at a place we will probably be renting. It's kind of groovy, but in a new rather than funky old way. Eh. Whatever. I'm kind of bummed to have to commute to my life, but, really, the commute home is killing me.
It is so sad and stereotypical how much I am digging several of the tracks on How it Feels to be Something On, by Sunny Day Real Estate.
I want to change everything/I want to change everything/I want to blame
everything on
-Sunny Day Real Estate,
"Every Shining Time You Arrive"
I mean, this is really melodramatic shit, but it sounds so good. Seriously!
Though I really do like that line.
There was a store in the mall with chairs, and, of course, I wanted one or two of them. I went on a lunch break to visit one of the chairs I wanted (to see if anyone had bought it, thus releasing me from wanting to buy it), and it was gone, but I searched for it past the time my lunch break was over, and, in running back to the lab (embarased, especially after being disdainful of the guy who was always late and always doing something other than his job), running got to be very hard, and I was crawling, and sometimes able to sprint -- but only if I saw someone doing something wrong, and yelled at them.
Anyway, I also got lost, and didn't make it back to the lab before I woke up.
(7:33am)
And there's always something better to do/Some place better to go/Someone
better to know/Something better to see/Something better to be/There's
something better to own
-Tsunami, DMFH
(9:27pm)
I've been feeling really anti-social the last few days; I think it's
rebound from being nice to the guy who showed up in the wee hours of the
morning the other day.
(3:32pm)
Also: Robotic arms equipped with lasers telepathically controlled by
monkeys. To come: orangutan tactical nuke force, macaw elite SCRAM-jet
pilots, and the lemur ninja army.
(1:16pm)
Trey and I were sitting on the couch last night, watching a litle TV, both
on the cliff overlooking sleep. I had the TiVo remote, and at one point,
Trey said, "AHA! You were asleep!", because I'd neglected to fast forward
through the commercial break. Hee! Trey hadn't slept in 33 hours, but I'd
had a Benedryl, in addition to the rock climbing, so I'm not sure who'd get
the handicap there. Still. Hee.
(1:33am)
Holy shamoly, it's September.
Went rock climbing today (well, Sunday, since it's still today for me, since I haven't been to sleep yet). It was piles of fun. Next time I go, hopefully, my arms won't give out so quickly. Last wall, YOU SHALL BE MINE.
Ended up going to TV John at the GH tonight; they weren't serving food, except from the fryer. Had some onion rings. I wasn't hungry until I started eating! Dammit.
Sounds like Cole Porter, sir.
(5:07pm)
I would like to mention that I fell down the stairs last night before I
even started drinking.
(11:34am)
So I napped yesterday, woke up around 5:30, and then was stuff. I was not
anywhere near the drunkest person at the party, though I was by no means
sober. I have yet to go to sleep, which is saying something, namely: I was
not as bad off as years past. We went to see if the papusa place in Wheaton
had the chorizo/chile/eggs thing going on (they didn't, but still tasty,
and I doused the eggs with bottled chile sauce, so it was almost as good...
a little vinegary, instead of vinegary and hot). I really would like to go
to
sleep, but only if I fall immediately asleep.
The hallucinating yesterday was extremely odd; I'm not positive I disliked it, though. It was from prescription drugs, man!
I met the doggies; Grendel is happy. Dulcet was scared of me. There was some happy news. We did some shots. A neighbor came over. It ended badly, but only for him. And, hey, who knows, maybe it wasn't badly for him.
Her name was blah blah blah. Mr. Everett and I are planning on a photo shoot eventy for sometime towards the end of September, hopefully. Which, in fact, would be really good weather for it. If you are anyone other than me, which, it turns out, most people are. So hey! Luck is with us there.
(1:09pm)
Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick, I am TIRED. I am going to nap, hopefully all
afternoon, for tonight is the Plastic Party the V. I'm still not sure what
I'm going to wear; I wish it were warmer. Hell, I might end up in my
wetsuit. I'm not sure yet.
Is it wrong for me to want a Monte Carlo? Because, well, I really, really do. Want one, that is.
I am going to tip forward out of this seat I am currently in, and just fall asleep by the time I hit something that stops my fall. GOD.
(6:46pm)
I may not go out enough to read the City Paper every week, but that's what
the interweb is for.
Aquarius
Have you sworn any sacred oaths lately? Or are you more comfortable with
short-term promises and fleeting sensations? Have you made any brave
commitments that will ask you to go deeper and farther than you've ever
dared before? Or do you prefer the cheap excitement of bouncing along from
surprise to surprise without any game plan? Have you cast any magic spells
on yourself to release your subconscious mind from the old fixations that
sap your power to pursue your dreams? Or are you still too fidgety to begin
your life's work in earnest and too terrified of maturity to give up the
obsessions that have both entertained you and driven you crazy all these
years?
Pices
To all of you with McJobs, I proclaim: There's no excuse for you not
getting a real job by next March. Start dreaming and scheming about
how to make it happen. To any of you who suffer from the enervating
effect of McAmbitions and therefore aren't bursting with energy every
morning, I declare: Let the McFire in your belly die out. Then hunt
down some better fuel and ignite a fresh blaze. To those of you
who've risen to a position beyond your competence, I say: Don't
tolerate McSkills in yourself. Demand that you live up to higher
standards, or else find capacities you'll be more motivated to excel
at.
Both of these are, in the way of horoscopes, vaguely relevant.
(6:24pm)
A final thing about today. I didn't get lunch, because, uh, I'm lazy, and
didn't feel like going out and getting lunch, basically (and everything
lunchy in the vending machine scares me, frankly). So, I'm starving, and go
to the kitchen to fill my water bottle as I am heading out for the day, and
there are 2 sandwiches left over from some meeting (you know, that kind of
meeting, where they have lunch brought in). One of them was tuna salad
(bleh!), but the other was turkey and bacon with lettuce and tomato and
cheddar. I put it in my bookbag, went out to my car, took the cheese off,
and scarfed that bad boy down. Er. As it were.
And it was good! I'll let you know if I die.
(5:54pm)
Also, spent most of the day working on something that, all in all, is
pretty insignificant, but I am drawn to for some reason (well, I know the
reason: no one else cares much about it, since it's not really production
yet, and because it's a bunch of T1 circuits. Both of these things make me
search through the tickets for these circuits, and spend stupid amounts of
time on them. I actually got one of them back up today, so, yay, I guess).
On the other hand, I dig it, so it doesn't really matter, unless someone in authority tells me to drop it, and work on something else. In which case, I would.
Sometime this weekend, AM and I have a date with Target. I have to pick up another Square Pets picture (should be the last one, unless there's more than 4 in a set), and a skirt that only comes in size 7 or 9 (well, other sizes, too, but those are the ones I care about). THANKS, TARGET. I tried on the 9 the other day when I was there with Anil, but it was slightly large. Meaning, the 7 will be slightly small. God. Dammit.
(5:46pm)
While I am, in fact, digging this weather, I much preferred the "holy shit,
I'm melting into my seat sitting in 495 on the way home because my car has
no airrrr connditioninggggggg" weather that was going on.
I'm just saying.
I'm also just saying, in a random fit of full disclosure, that among the things I ordered last night from Amazon were Invisible Touch, by Genesis (yes, the crappy, sellout version of Genesis), and All Over the Place, the actually very enjoyable album by the Bangles.
I also got some punk, so, I'm still, you know, "keepin it real". Mmmmmyeah. Whatever.
(5:35am)
After a long, complicated dream (including mysterious trips to a penthouse
suite at some hotel I was staying at in another city, masquerading to
protect myself in a weird female-controlled society that someone kept
explaining parts of as we went (so I could've been doing something totally
wrong without knowing it at any time), a death threat, a vaguely stormy
breakup and almost immediate reconciliation, as well as meeting Elaine from
Seinfeld (look, I don't know, man)), my alarm, with sitcom
predictablility, goes off right before the logical conclusion of the dream.
At least it is still raining. And I don't mean that in any mopey way. I just like rain! Shut up.
(9:24pm)
Ok, as I quasi-expected, I actually just had to listen to this album
and read the lyrics. Always the way, eh?
(8:23pm)
Woke the hell up and dragged my sorry, tired ass to work this morning. It
takes 4 days to get on the auto-wake at 5 schedule, and 3 to get off it.
This, clearly, is no coincidence. I'm sure I could do it in 2 if really
pressed. Fuck me.
Anyways, mentioned ye olde evente Friday to a co-worker while outside in the freaking rain smoking (I...really have no good excuse, for the standing outside in the rain. I think it was to get away from GODDAMNED CNN, but that's just a theory. I am thoroughly tired of this summer of kidnapping hype. Where are the goddamned hour-long features on ALPACAS. HARD-HITTING ALPACA COVERAGE. THAT is what America wants. Well. That's what THIS American wants. Sayin). He seemed kind of leery. On the other hand, I kind of hope he comes.
It took over 2 hours to get home today! Sweet! On the other hand, I had plenty of music to keep me happy. I had underestimated for years how much I dig "Save it for Later", as well as other sundry English Beat songs. I came for the "Mirror in the Bathroom", I stayed for the "Twist and Crawl"! And the "Too Nice to Talk To". But that takes some of the punch out of it, no?
Also, Learning to Crawl has this sound about it that I can only identify as this weird sound unique to the early-mid 80's, a languid clarity, definition of the different instruments, or something. I'm not sure, and quite possibly am saying it wrong.
Finally, more of the songs on One Beat are growing on me (not like that, ew). I like "Sympathy", because the "ooh ooh" makes me think of "Sympathy for the Devil", and that makes me giggle. Also, the horns on "Step Aside": NICE. And "Oh!" is just plain infectious.
So, yeah, that's what happens when it takes me 2 hours to get home. Too much thinkin time.
Also, last night, I had a dream that Noah and I found a house to buy on Ebay.
There was also something about CDs I needed to get, but I forgot most of that part.
(1:10am)
Monday, at the Bass Pro shop (which, in fact, had live bass, as well as
tons of other crap, including a much-sought-after-by-me 1 liter lexan
bottle), I was confounded by an end-aisle display of salt licks, variously
flavored. One was acorn-flavored (supposedly), and that pleased me;
however, why was there a persimmon-flavored salt lick? Hell, I
don't even know what a persimmon tastes like (except for that one vague
description in a Lee Young Li poem); how the hell would a mid-atlantic deer
know a persimmon, and crave a salty persimmon reverie? I mean, really.
(12:35am)
Goddammit.
Stupid not being asleep right now.
I have a not-good idea of when I got to sleep last night, after reading; I found myself on the couch in the morning, after (I'm sure) waking up at an ungodly hour in my bed, and migrating there. I then went (as is becoming habit) to the couch in the media room (it's not really the basement, see...it's the antebasement, but not really), where I fell asleep again (probably around 8am), and somewhere in there had a dream that one could only categorize as desperate and erotic. That's what I get for reading The Ice Storm before going to sleep.
Anyway. Pillows smell like drool and sloughed-off skin. And, sometimes, when you're lucky, shampoo that almost makes you cry with nostalgia from what seems like 45 lifetimes ago, back in college. But in the good way.
I really dig this song, and I only just now realized what gets spelled. Also, they end with S. Shout out! Well, probably not.
However, the new album (once again) is not displacing The Hot Rock.
Because, man. It came to me when the time for me to hear it could not have been more right. And it still gets me. KA-BOOM!
As a side note, I must say I'm highly disappointed how (flattering, tight, shiny) vinyl pants are currently not readily available. Fuck denim! I want synthetic garb, available at minimum effort. I even braved Hot Topic! And while they did have a sweet vinyl necktie, they could not supply me with vinyl pants. Neither could any of the other places Anil and I went today. This might end in a trip to Georgetown, which is never a good ending. Except when you get tiger stripes.
Dammit.
(2:41pm)
It occured to me yesterday that "tangerine" and "nectarine" were fairly
similar in sound, and wondered why they chose "tangerine" for that song.
Though, I have to admit, it sounds better with "tangerine".
I, personally, prefer nectarines.
(12:48am)
I watched an episode of Charles in Charge the other day, and it
wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. Though, really, the name of the show
cracks me up. I'd forgotten it was a show sponsored by Scholastic.
Oh, and by the way, the theme song is currently haunting me. Dammit.
Our wrongs and our rights!
I want Charles in charge of me. That's just creepy, man.
Indeed.
(11:00pm)
One of my dash lights (which have been out forever) keeps coming on, and
staying on for a random amount of time. I'm not sure what kind of analogy I
can draw between that and my life. Also that it keeps happening when I'm in
Beltsville, I won't comment on. I mean, further than that.
On the other hand: Real Genius (the movie I was trying to remember I wanted last Tuesday): acquired.
(5:40pm)
"Having nothing to do" for me can either mean sitting on my ass all day, or
having in the space of 20 minutes plans for the whole day.
There is definitely something to be said for living minute-to-minute, in a way.
ALSO, I got the stuff I ordered from KRS today, and I was afraid they were going to send me a free (since I'd ordered over a certain dollar amount) CD that I already had, but they sent me a totally different one! Super sweet!
I must now go immerse myself in the new SK.
Had lunch with Judy at Legends and went to the Wheaton Target, where I got some disgustingly cute prints and Dr. Seuss boxers for Anil. We then went to DSW and I got some excellent shoes, though the shoes I really wanted, they did not have in my size. Dammit. On the other hand, I now have shoes I dig. That I am now wearing. Aw, yeah.
(12:29pm)
I had another dream about you last night.
In other parts of the dream, I fell asleep in a bathtub (which was actually pretty pleasant); went to a concert where the performer (Neil Finn) was sitting across from me in a folding metal chair, and there was only one other person in the audience; the show was in NYC, and I left midway through to get some food, and ran into Eric Gandt. Who was trying to convince me that there were museums open at 8 pm on Sunday night, and he and I should go to one.
I woke up this morning at 5:15, and thought, why didn't my alarm go off? and was halfway out of bed to get ready to go to work when it occured to me this was the first day of my weekend.
Been listening to In The Mode on the way to and from work the last 2 days. Had it for a while. I dig it.
I need more music without lyrics, and with big-ass heavy beats.
(8:17pm)
Also, had a dream the other day, the end of which was me leaving for work.
I was trying to lock the front door, but got my keys caught between the
door and the frame, as the door closed. The keys got crushed, and
shattered into pieces, and pretty much all of the dream that I remember (I
know there was more before it, but oh well) is kneeling down into the
slightly opened front door, picking up the pieces of the keys, and saying,
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck goddammit," and being very upset.
(8:12pm)
Rilke's "Duino Elegies", as translated by Stephen Mitchell, read a little
like
T.S. Eliot to me.
This, this is good.
I love the Mark Ten.
Mark Ten is like the Magic Hat of beer, only harder to find.
(9:34pm)
Tomorrow: that which I call Friday. Also, I am enchanted by the thought of
performing "You Never Call Me By My Name" karaoke. I have been singing it
(among other things, including "You Belong to the Night") to myself the
last day or so.
The house today was not too exciting. It smelled like cigarette smoke, which is very unpleasant to live in. On the other hand, the realtor who showed us the house seemed, to me, pretty damn cool.
(9:02pm)
Thanks for the warning; I think we have another reptile on the premises.
Alternately, who told you you could do it like this?
The grounds at UMD are lovely.
What kind of person doesn't know how to look for things in a library, or doesn't like to figure out how to find what they're looking for in a library? Or doesn't like to just go read random interesting-looking periodicals in the periodicals room?
I spent a lot of time on the UMD busses when I was in school. Sometimes, just to be in something with a motor.
(11:27pm)
Have I mentioned recently that my sister is awesome? I should. No reason.
I mean, except she is.
(8:55pm)
Had an oddly rewarding day at work today; stayed late, and am leaving early
tomorrow. MULTIBALL!
Didn't get to go look at places tonight, but we're scheduled to go tomorrow afternoon. Wanting. To. Get. This. All. Over. With.
But, yeah! Nothing really exciting.
It's just like this. Everything is like this. There is always the drug dealer, waiting in the parking lot of the rehab clinic.
(12:38am)
I also note that Lair of the White Worm has a commentary track (!!).
(12:08am)
Had a fun time watching Cowboy Bebop again, remember telling someone
that the chick in Pitch Black is hot. Heh. I've had parts of "Fuck
the Police", and "Gangster, Gangster" running through my head the last few
days. Ice Cube will swarm/Over any motherfucker in a blue uniform. It's
catchy, what can I say?
Lambda Expressway has been doing a decent job of getting me to sleep recently. Stopped at Best Buy and picked up some CDs and DVDs there, as well, today. Ordered (finally! Man) the new SK online a few minutes ago.
That's...kinda about it, I guess. Heh.
Except there are TONS of Rhino compilations I want now. Bloog.
And even if it doesn't have a clip of Mr. Chompers saying, "You OWE me a fucking taste!", the soundtrack to Permanent Midnight is swell. It's been too long since I've listened to a lot of beep boop music.
Also, got a copy of Lair of the White Worm, which I saw ages ago, and remember as awful in every way, but nothing specifically about it, for eight bucks.
Also saw something on DVD that I didn't know was on DVD but that I want, but can't remember the name of. Dagnabbit.
(3:43am)
So, I just typed BNR, instead of BR, and I have to imagine that means
something...Break, No Resuscitate. Or something.
(2:08pm)
People should decide just not to get into accidents any more.
On the other hand, one of the things I got as loot is one of the most cute things I will ever have the guilty pleasure to wear. It's a few steps away from the Lain bear thing, but they're not big steps.
I mean, it's just a shirt. But still. Aw, yeah.
I was thinking, while sitting in backed up traffic, wondering why people use their grubby fingers to point things out on a computer screen, when there is (more often than not, in this day and age) a built-in, ready-to-use pointing device, specially made for pointing on a computer screen. It can even highlight text! And it doesn't leave oily residue on on the CRT.
But, anyway, I grow tiresome. And, no, I don't mean "tired".
Also, saw something on CNN today about the best bird ever, the eurasian eagle owl. Apparently, it brings down all manner of small game, AND SOMETIMES DEER. This is my favorite bird, and it should take on the snakehead fish in a cage match. SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY.
Came home, grumpy because of something some piece of work at work pulled, but also letting it roll off me because it's my Friday. I was irritated for my own sake, then told myself I was more irritated because of the disrespect of what the guy did implied to someone else, then realized, no, my first selfish instincts were right, though my secondary ones, also right. Just I was deluding myself that I was angrier because of the slight to someone else. I was angry because, well, that is one piece of work.
Also, starving because I'd had a bag of chips for breakfast, and that was about it. Watched a little TV with Anil, went to Silver Diner in Rockville, then TRU, where we found all manner of exciting things, including, but not limited to, a pimp bear, Where the Wild Things Are action figures on deep discount, a walrus, a birthday present, and some other stuff. I was trying to convince Anil in a half-hearted way that he should dress up as a car, but it was too expensive. Dude, plastic gas pumps is all I have to say. Also, saw a "Chicken Dance Elmo" which still is making me feel funny inside. Funny uh-oh, not funny ha-ha.
We unburdened ourselves of our loot at home, then went and saw Goldmember, for lack of anything better to do. It was ... I'm glad I wasn't expecting much.
Got back and I'm making food I'm not hungry for, and waiting for a call so I can go to DC and pick someone up. Bloog. Pretty exciting stuff.
Um. I wish I didn't have to work tomorrow. Wow. I really wish that. On the other hand, it's my Friday. I still wish I didn't have to go. Heh.
Though, it'll (hopefully) be a good time to read.
(8:49am)
The former bandleader from the Rosie O'Donnell show is being stalked by a
homeless British woman.
I fucking hate you, CNN.
(8:46am)
ALPACAS!
(6:31am)
I had a very vivid dream in which I got a phone call from Ms. Gibson, who
was apparently in Italy. There were other things (like, I think I was at a
school dance with a date, at one point), but I don't remember them as
clearly.
I was on a cordless phone (I have to guess at her house), and asked her about one of the buttons on the phone, and for some reason her answer was hilarious. I wish I remembered it.
I'm really excited about the tenor of my dreams lately. Well, I mean, not excited, but they've been pretty enjoyable, and not a zombie in sight.
In news that isn't really news, I need a haircut.
The difference between us is so fundamental.
FanTASTIC. This article warms my little shriveled heart.
(7:46am)
I had a very pleasant (though dweeby) dream last night. Heh. At one part, I
was walking arm in arm with someone down the hill from Shannon Drive
towards Shamrock Ave, then down the alley in back of the house I grew up
in.
Wow, compound prepositions!
Also, I think I was supposed to be in a movie in this dream, but that was secondary.
Hee. The way it comes off in the song is not as bitter as it reads; it comes off with a smirk instead of a sneer, as mild deperation that comes from mild exasperation. Or maybe that's just how I'm hearing it, because that's how it's been in my head when I've thought the same thing.
(12:47pm)
Under some guy on CNBC just now, they had "DJ NewsWire". I was astounded.
However, it just turns out that DJ stands for Dow Jones. How disappointing.
Also, though I had a sandwich for breakfast, I am ragingly hungry.
Had a good time tooling around, and got to the MVA. There were people outside talking about a political thingy, and I realized I was going to be acquired as a target and was right. One guy talked to me for a good 15 minutes or so, but it was kind of interesting, and, hell, like I said, I really had nothing that he was keeping me from doing anyway. I took some literature, and, I think the thing is, a lot of what he was saying appealed to me, but was sort of conundrum-y. Basically, if you don't think people see this all already, how are things going to change before it's too late, kinda thing, I guess.
Anyhow. Returning the plates was laughably trivial. I was considering, on the drive over, going and shopping for some stuff, but after I got back in my car, I really didn't feel like spending any money. So I just came home.
On the other hand, I'd forgotten how close I am, politically, to "crackpot".
(10:49am)
Tiiiiiiny pickles/Iiiiin the brine!
I'll be here all week.
(9:49am)
Wow, it is really frikkin gorgeous out today.
I got to sleep around midnight last night after sleeping late, after staying up really late Sunday. And woke up at like 7. I'm now convinced that my sleep schedule is more fluid than I realized. In a way.
I didn't do two things yesterday that I normally have been doing every (or almost every) day recently, and it was kind of interesting.
But not in bad ways. Just weird.
The show Saturday was very good. The second band rocked my world in a way my world has not been rocked in some time. Too long, in fact.
(5:53am)
Some really weird timing things happened last night, but are not really
important. On the other hand, the commentary track on Ghosts of Mars
is quite charming and funny. Had a good time at dinner (eating outside with
no one else eating outside = score) and watching some movies, including
part of Sleepwalkers, which I MUST OWN if it is on DVD.
Part of it has to do with the almost dream-like nature of so much of the last year for me. I don't necessarily mean dream-like...maybe what I mean more is "surreal", in the sense of outside of my normal frame of reference.
Or something. In any case, I really can't complain too much about the last year, honestly.
(10:53am)
I hear that, travelling twice the speed of sound, it's easy to get burned.
On an unrelated note: eggs, chorizo, and red chile sauce was really good for breakfast.
On a second and farther unrelated note: I should get moving on this one thing, just vaguely worried it's a trick.
On a third note, I...forget.
(7:20pm)
Listened to Kristen Hersh and English Beat on the way home. "Hope" is a
fantastic song. My back hurts, and I should do laundry.
Trey is watching TiVo'd stuff. Anil got home from Kung Fu and is doing laundry. All is well with the world.
(4:24pm)
Raced home (as much as possible) after class. I slept on the couch last
night, after 2 Benedryl and an Ambien finally put me down. At 3. Had a
wind-up alarm clock, but forgot to pull out the little tab to make it go
off. Sigh. Still, wasn't too too late.
Watched tv while trying to go to sleep last night; CSI (which either I swear had a commercial for some lame CBS show featuring a song from Deltron 3030 (!!!!), or some flashing light like Pokemon that made me hallucinate that song), then, when Trey got home, some Sports Night and News Radio.
Rocket Fuel malt liquor. DAAAAMN. That crizzappy taste, kickin it upstate prison style.
I keep getting pages of a phone number in 323; called it today to find out it was some coroner's office. Erm. Yeah.
(2:48am)
GOD, I just want to get to SLEEP. The combined powers of many things I have
ingested tonight haven't done the trick. GODDAMMIT.
Ahem. I've even tried laying down on the couch, which usually does the trick. Sigh.
Oh well, tomorrow, class, then working Saturday.
The new commercial for Geico, with some chick frollicking with the Geico gecko while "Sometimes When We Touch" plays in the backgroud. Oh. Man.
It's very mid-20th-century American male writing. So far, not too bad.
(6:56pm)
Also, I was racing the clock this morning, but not in the way you're
probably thinking.
(6:32pm)
Also, holy crap, can I just say I was grinding my teeth like a son of a
bitch last night, and, again, couldn't sleep? Though, I did figure one
thing out about why my room was so hot, and have fixed it. GO, ME!
Correlary to this is that I can redo the thing I undid when it gets cold again, so my room will be warmer. Supa sweet.
(6:00pm)
At lunch today, it occurred to me I might've written something stupid or
damaging last night; I swear the second thing I thought of was NDA. Dear
God.
Also, on the way home, saw a bumper sticker that said, in all caps and big text "JESUS DIED FOR ME". After a second or two of looking at it more closely, you could see a lower case, much smaller print "& you". Uh, thanks. Was the store out of the "Jesus died for my sins and all I got was this lousy bumper sticker" or something?
On the other hand, I'll be done this book, nooooooooooooo, dammit.
(9:58pm)
Anil: Pop goes the chicken!
Steph: Cuz the chicken goes pop!
Quick, name that tune!
(6:34pm)
From today, some surprising, and some disheartening things.
Surprising: It took LESS time to get home from Herndon, leaving at 5:30 or so, than it does to get home from Manassas at 4. By this, I mean no fucking congestion where there usually is mad congestion on my way home (the spur to, well, 29, which is where I get off the Beltway).
Disheartening: I find it disheartening that, in general, when I get to go to tech classes (that aren't in-house at work), I'm usually the only female there. When I was at ICI, and got sent to class, if there was another female there, it was someone I worked with at ICI. There was, in fact, someone else who was XX there today, but she was a Juniper employee, and a copywriter, not a router dweeb. Sigh.
Also, so, ok, I got there early for class, and sat in the lobby, reading (I highly recommend Iain Banks, especially if you're feeling misanthropic, or something). 2 other guys also got there before the office opened, and proceeded to (guy one) dick around on his Palm Pilot (beep! beep beep! beep beep ba deep!) and (guy two) listen to mp3s on a portable mp3 player (at least, that's my best guess as to what he was doing).
While, in theory, and for the most part in practice, I like technology, and it's not like I'm saying people sitting around waiting should be social (because, I mean, I was reading, and didn't actually want either of them to necessarily talk to me, since I was, you know, busy), both of these things strike me as awful. I think it's mostly because I'd rather read than whip out something that beeps in public.
I object less to the portable mp3 player, because, hey, music, but, again, something I'd be loath to do in public, because headphones always look funny on my head.
LOOK AT ME! MY THING BEEPS IN PUBLIC!!
(6:19am)
It keeps happening, the waking up in the middle of the night, and only
getting fitful sleep afterwards. Le dang.
The last few nights have seen very fragmented dreams that I don't remember enough of to bother mentioning. Except there was one with a very hairy baby.
I'm not sure what song that's from, and I'm too lazy to look it up right now.
(6:23pm)
Woke up this morning around 6 to find a big-headed schnauzer outside my
door. Hee! Yay for Anil for finding it at Otacon.
(3:05pm)
She blinded me...with science.
On the other hand, I was also thinking about how air shows are a little like NASCAR, and I have no feelings one way or the other about that.
(1:02pm)
I notice I write more and more. I think it means I'm spending less time
doodling while on the phone.
(7:23am)
Wait. The Orioles are under .500, and they're in third place?
Well, hot damn. A mere 15 games back! Heh.
(6:43am)
Watching an episode of Sports Night yesterday, there was a part
where Natalie wants to make a list, and Jeremy is saying something about
how women always want to make lists. I find it hard to believe that Jeremy
isn't a compulsive list-maker himself.
But, uh, yeah. Lists are good.
(6:25am)
It's my Friday, but there's only Sunday before I have a week of class then
work Saturday. HowEVER, MSM show next Saturday night. Awesome.
I think my plan for tonight is to go home, take a nap, and head up to Columbia. I'm hoping it'll be good.
I had a pretty good dream last night about going back to grad school with Stacey Adams. We both had dogs, and were roommates in this weird old-timey dorm. I dropped my car off after the roadtrip to get to school, and got KITT from Night Rider as a loaner car. For some reason, I stripped some paint off it, and it was a Saab underneath. Hee! I took a picture for proof.
There was a small part with a conspiracy surrounding man-eating plants, but it was, well, small.
Anyway, there was one part where I lost my keys, and even though we looked, we gave up before finding them. The next morning, the campus police had found my keys, and put them in my mailbox with a note with pictures of Saabs on it.
I went to buy books, and got this awful shirt that had leather things around the wrists, that I didn't realize were there until I put the shirt on. I made plans to cut the sleeves off. I had a blister on my heel and popped it.
Then I went to walk around in the college town. I ran into someone I currently work with, and had a beer with him. We were on this balcony, looking out towards the edge of the city, which was this impressive Old South type of deal, with some rivers coming into the city. I looked back towards the center of the city, and couldn't believe there weren't high-end apartments to take advantage of the price they could command for such a view.
Then, unfortunately, I woke up. My insomnia is more powerful than the Ambien, once again. I'm sure I dozed between 2 and 5, but no more dreaming.
(6:35am)
Fucked. Up.
They're both right!
Anyway.
(4:20pm)
I have that good sweaty feeling.
Shower, then go pick up stuff for Greg's birthday. Very belated. He already had some of the stuff I'd gotten him for his real birthday, so I promised him some other stuff. I'd gotten him Legauvalin, which is what he got me for my 21st birthday. Heh. I finished off the bottle last night. Good stuff.
Also, I need soda.
The bottle, meaning the stuff I got for him in February this past year, not the stuff he got me for my 21st birthday. Just to clarify.
(1:19pm)
After stuffing myself with chow last night, I came home, watched some TV,
then went to bed. This was what we would call a "mistake". I usually don't
eat very much before going to bed, or soon before. Laying down resulted in
burning. Got back up, ate several generic antacid tablets. Didn't really
help.
Watched Anil play GTA III for a while, drank a bunch of water in hopes of
diluting stomach acid. Went back to bed around 2, after realizing there was
no way in hell I'd get enough sleep.
Got back up at 5, decided I was right, called in, watched Anil theft some more autos grandly. Took the second Ambien I've tried, watched TV for a while, regained consciousness at ten. So, like, 4 hours. Maybe I'd be better off with a basket of puppies, after all.
I'm not quite sure what to do with myself today.
Also, tasty.
(2:37pm)
Things that win today:
(7:35am)
I have that "there are monsters, there are angels" song by Voice of the
Beehive (I think?) in my head.
(6:27am)
I had a dream last night that I was with my grandmother, I think on an
airplane (?), and I asked her what my mom wanted for her birthday.
Er, yeah.
(6:12am)
Things I counted as accomplishments yesterday, even though I know they
weren't:
Woke up, still didn't really want to go, but took a shower, and ended up evacuating two cats from my room. Bloog.
(8:14pm)
I never read in bed when I think I'm not going to be able to sleep. Only
when I know I'm going to drop off, and wake up hours later.
Reading on the patio-thing we have is much better. Or, on the couch, with some tea or something.
(7:24pm)
Man, someone with the sugar sure doesn't want me to get Together
Alone.
In America, first you get the sugar, then you get the women, then you get the power.
Just sayin. I can't even get it at Amazon, let alone any CD places near me. Even when I bought it, it turned out there was a different album in the CD case. Honestly, man.
(5:13pm)
The Mac works, but it needs lots more memory and also a CD burner.
The Orioles running on the side of the cup I'm drinking from all have panty lines.
Watched The Others, but in this post-Sixth Sense world, wasn't all that surprised at the end. Curse you, Sixth Sense guy. The Others was better.
Um. What else. I feel weird. I don't want to go to work tomorrow.
Need to go look at houses.
After I move, I bet it won't be worth it to get cable, unless one of us also gets a TiVo. The TV will be used for its rightful purpose, which is watching old tapes, and new DVDs. Which I guess means I have to get a DVD player. DAMMIT. I mean, cable won't be worth it because I've already seen like all the episodes of Law and Order. There's no way around it. It's true.
"Plainclothes Man", Heatmiser, is running through my head.
Someone takes a photograph/a picture while their sweetheart laughs/a perfect moment in a flash of light/counting down from three to one/that's exactly what you've done/and I'm so unsurprised/I remember, I remember why I dream in black and white
I woke up this morning at 5:30, went down to the living room, and turned on the tv to get me back to sleep.
I think I'm going to go pay bills. I wish...that I had stamps.
Kitty sheds a LOT.
(8:37pm)
I have "I Took Her Love for
Granted", by Hefner, going through my head.
Other than that, I was driving to get something this evening, and thought about how nights my dad didn't work, and my mom worked overnights, we'd all pile into the car and take her to work, and stop for Slurpees (which AM and I would have to put in the freezer, since we couldn't finish them at 11 pm, when we should've been in bed, anyway), and how we'd go to pick her up the next morning, and go to Friendly's for breakfast. And how that was the total proof I had that my parents loved each other, driving one another places when one of them was tired.
Well, I mean, not total proof, but it was something. Not something, but something thoughtful, something to kiss someone goodnight when they had to work that night, and see them in the morning, and smile. The same thing applied when my mom drove my dad to work. Waiting for him to finish his shift, AM and I would play in the pharmacy a little, that little hallway off the main hallway, but not the cold room with the IVs and stuff. My parents were so beautiful then. That's the way I always like to think of them. Well, and young, too.
(6:02pm)
Interesting. I was just reading through some old fortunes from lunches
eaten while I was still at Intermedia, and one of them was, "Don't always
think for the worst and hope for the best". Huh.
Still not as prophetic as "You will soon attend a party where strange customs prevail".
(5:33pm)
I forgot how much I question my own judgement, sometimes. Heh.
I had this fucked-up dream last night that I was in some kind of dorm, and they were saying they couldn't allow me to keep my TV. I was like, I haven't even plugged it in! I argued for most of that part of the dream with the RA, but the outlook didn't look good for the TV.
The other part of the dream, the first part, was even more fucked up than that. An ex asked me over to talk, except the ex wouldn't get out of bed with the new person they were seeing, so I had to talk with my back turned.
Baugh. Anyway.
(1:00am)
Quickly, two shirt-related thoughts.
That's about it. I'm going out now.
(8:18am)
Thinking about last fall, I'm looking forward to fall. Hell, I'm looking
forward to winter. Though, I don't expect it to be very much like last
year, especially since I've had a car to drive and all, so driving's not
new like it was last year. I'm looking forward to change, as always, most
of all.
(7:55am)
If there were one thing that were slightly different about me, my life
would be vastly different.
Depending on the thing, it would be vastly easier. Or harder! Heh.
I'm not talking about my hair, here. Or my hate for Rush. Though, that, too. And thank God.
Aw, yeah, it's FRIDAY. Well. For me.
(10:47am)
Sometimes, calling what you think is the number of a NOC puts you through
to the president of the company.
(7:36am)
Actually, what I meant more than it seeming weird that people don't know
injokes for groups they don't belong to (duh), was how language shorthand
develops. Yeah, that's more it.
But it was the thinking about the jokes that made me think about that. I just got distracted from my real point.
The bag is up, and it is glorious.
The thing...on the thing.
FEEL THE POWER OF THE PREPOSITION. AND, UH, THE SUBORDINATE PHRASE.
I was thinking about how there are some jokes that I and other people I know have been telling or referring to so long that it seems weird that people might not know them. Or something. Like the earth dog thing, or the mostly water. Um. Anyways.
(1:20pm)
Which show do I want to go to tonight? The free punk show that ends early,
or the show at the 9:30 that will probably go until midnight?
See, the problem is, I want to go to both.
Dig-dang.
(12:44pm)
I have "Information Travels" by
DCFC runn
ing through my head.
No reason, I just was listening to it while getting dressed this morning.
(8:56am)
You were in my dream/You were driving circles around me.
(6:16am)
What I did yesterday: absolutely nothing (huh! Good God, y'all). I crawled
out of bed, and ensconced myself on the couch, and watched all
