My most rated R entry ever (R for gruesome pervs!)

Last night I had a rough dream after being so frustrated with work and my disappeared entry.

[dream]
I was preparing to meet a person who I have not seen in a long time due to conflicting emotions, drama, etc. You get the idea. It was for a real party that is happening this weekend and I was going through the usual ritual of pulling together my best duds, self-esteem, and crab dip.

I wake up the morning of the event, with a very curious condition. I had a long piece of noodly-flesh extending from the corner of my inner eyeball. It was about 2 feet long. I wasn't freaked out. I thought, oh one of these, and I went to pull it, but it yanked the skin around it and it was sensitive. I thought that I probably shouldn't cut it off because, a. it might hurt, and b. cutting off those little skin tags can cause cancer, so I tuck it behind my ear, and rearrange my hair to shadow it a little bit. I also thought it was a good idea to have some wine before I arrive, to mellow a bit.

Well before long I am at the party, with my wine tucked in a trenchcoat (so much for cute duds!), a little hammered and people are NOT responding lightly to my eye-noodle, even tucked behind my ear all casual-like. So I start to sketch out a bit, and only look down and let my hair fall in front of my face when said person arrives. He is drinking a fruit smoothy and has just come from the gym!

I think we talk at some point, and he seems unphased by my noodle, but nothing exciting beyond that. [/dream]
how funny my issues.

how come all the ironic things happen at midnight?

I gotta go to bed. I know I won't write it again- (just got lost when I shifted and appled and hit the Q) later. Its the universe's way of telling me to shut up. or not share.

Peace blogland. I leave you with this simple message: Revenge of the Sith is Awethome!

It's not a habit, it's cool I feel alive

okay. its not cool. I am blogging about activity on another website! AND cat photos. I need help. HElp? Symptoms include abuse of exclamation points in comment areas and elsewhere.

but here's the last. for a while. I promise. its cracking my shtine up! Don't forget to see styro's comment. HA!

More Reasons I HEART Flickr.

+ this group can happen. Please notice the crow.

+ You can make up any topic you want. (please join!)

+ Then I joined this group where I found a discussion topic that matched my sentiment completely:
I feel my whole(life) I have been searching for you, bad sign group

+ I think I need to join this group.

Stay tuned for the hopefully-award winning summer playlist.

Fire, Firefoxes, & Flickr- the new fotohut

Successful weekend of BBQing. One day, I will be able to man my own fire. When I light it, I have such an accurate vision of being engulfed by flames that I just throw matches into the grill and turn my head. Neither a safe or effective approach.

I have become a severe Flickr addict. Its such a bizarre website to me. I am working my way around it okay but after a bizillion hours I still click on "home" when where I really want to be is "photos". I love choosing favorite pics by other people. I go through photostreams, and suddenly, I see the one, magic composition, and I know. "ahh.[click + to faves]". It's more gratifying than those shopping magazines. Plus some of the comments are very hilarious from people giving unwanted constructive criticism, to inaccurately pointing out things in a photo.

Unfortunately, I use Safari, and Flickr doesn't like it. It shuts me down in swirling vortex mode. I am considering Firefox. I hear its great, but I really hate changing browsers. I'm a stubborn surfer. Any user comments on it?

theres no place like blogspot or typepad

I have recently subscribed to bloglines and I have been lurking on the Blogtimore website and while they both offer up convenience, they take away from the reading experience of going to that blog website. You know getting out of the house. My biggest gripe is that it doesn't seem to feature pictures and I am reading a passage about a picture and I am struggling to understand. And all that pretentious CSS! Geesh!

I have to compare the experience of going to a mall verses hanging out at a friends house. I like to go to Anonymous Coworker's strangely furnished green office space or to eebmore's yellow Mnt. Vernon Apartment that is always being rearranged, or Atomic Book's little store that is so clean and cute that I had to rip it off for myself.

Are we not festival guys?

DEVO kicks off their 2005 tour. Photo courtesy Flickr: Eskimo.

Atlanta was experiencing a bit of hurrican Arlene, so I was unable to document any of the shows via pics. Dev0, Pixie$, and White $tripes were good. I am not a festival person- even if its not raining. I did get to see many varieties of "festival guy" [picture this Lulu eightball-style]. they include:

•peaceful guy who likes to rock his face off in the sun drinking until he passes out.
•Festival girl who likes to use her "woo-hoo" rally cry alot and has dried-up dirt all over her legs.
•Festival bro. he's everybodys friend. is a fan of EVERY kind of music and tries to hippy dance with you.
•Endearing mega-fan who is in the front row with his mom wearing a dry-rot t-shirt of the band, catalogging all the songs in his mind. He also sings really loud. he is best to be near for his positive ampage.
•fratface festival dude who has no idea who the band is, but notes the quality of the crowd for some excellent head-kicking while surfing. He always stands behind me with his buds who have a pvc pole with a mast of underwear to be located by. (After the first go up, I turned around in my clear rain poncho with the ferocity of, what I could tell in his eyes, his mother about to beat him for the first time in his tender 19 year old life. I asked if he even knew who the band was. He said yes but the crew disappeared.)
•Can't take it no mo' aging rock fan who can't handle the above types and wishes that some bands won't do an encore in order to move back and get another $lushy so they give pitiful claps.

I prefer to be in my room listening to the record being an annoying combination of all of them.

Points of Interest

I didn't even know that legistlation like this could get passed! It seems like it could really open up the bohemian floodgates.

White $tripes on Fresh Air discuss Loretta Lynn, adopting other musical styles, and God. Jack seems like a truly tapped in creative genius. So that if I were to draw a comparison of the BJM and Dandy Warhols being at polar ends on a spectrum- he would be in the middle, fighting his demons, fighting bad luck, and coming out on top. Now thats what I call well-adjusted.

Now enough music-related posts for a while. Off to Atlanta.

D1G

Momentary 3 bars on the dsl connection prompts me to squeeze this entry in:

After reading this entry, and speaking with a number of people who have seen the documentary, I decided I needed to see what about it was evoking so much hatred or enjoyment. I have recently been getting into BJM through one of their greatest fans, and we both watched it last night. I usually fall asleep within 10 minutes of a movie, but I had that 2 DVD zombie action on.

I did have to stop myself somewhere in the second window full of extra footage. I thought the documentary was done pretty well. I have to wonder how this 23 year-old director could have such foresight to know that such a divide and different path would develop. I mean to capture all these quintessential moments on film- like BOTH moments when EACH songwriter shared that very private moment of screening the album in the car for the other. She had to be riding somebodys shotgun, ya know? And if thats the case, then she is probably out to paint some people in a certain light- even if its years gone by. Either way. Amazing. I'm glad she was there.

Anyway you can see its won them a link. Free music with a option to support. Is that not what I was just talking about yesterday?

Verizon DSL

So I have this internet service provider named Verizon DSL. Every coupla months or so our modem and/or wireless router act up. I go through the process of unplugging and waiting and rebooting and restarting and all the steps they tell you while you wait to speak to "REPRESENTATIVE" (I always yell it right away at the automated voice response lady).

Well its time. It may be a coincidence that it happened right after a series of power outages. It may be a coincidence that my housemate has just unloaded a shitload of bands cds and junk right into the corner on top of the cords and stuff. Either way it no worky and it makes me very very mad.

I get on the line last night with the tech support person who is reading from an outline that I could write. I know exactly what he's going to ask me, and I know I am being the bitchiest person on the planet when I speak to him but thats only because I know in the series of questions they will always return to the same farking questions.

A part of me has some remorse for this customer service agent, because I too have worked CS in so many places, that I feel entitled to act bitchy to someone who is not definitively helping me or giving me some course of action- instead of waiting for me to leave or hang-up. In my CS days, I am sure I had the table turned where I thought, "I am getting paid $5 an hour and I know this woman is a bitch and I am going to intentionally piss her off". I have even been called a bitch before when I worked in coffee- that one I believe was undeserved.

When my troubleshooting buddy asked me for the fifth time if I have any filters or phonelines in use because our line indicated some interference. I moved toward apeshit. I said, "I am going to tell you this one more time, we haven't done ANYTHING different from yesterday when everyone one of our operating systems worked beautifully. Do NOT ask me that question again. Got it?"

He did get it for a while. He put me on hold to process the order. He was so darned polite. He apologized for the waiting and all and I mentioned that it was okay cause I was just designing a website. We then got into a friendly conversation about how great style sheets were.

until dsl.d

How to successfully market your product- music.

Audiofile has announced a great musical internet competition- a legal mp3 summertime playlist. The prizes aren't slouchy either. I have already started collecting some music from these guys who have managed to post some mp3s online. Record sales tip: Free mp3s turn into 80% of my music purchases they leave me hungry for more- uh its like what radio used to do! Does anyone disagree? Why are all these bands so stingy, pretentious, and repressed? (ouchies!)

In other news, I'd like to thank to all the sissies who freaked out on the first day of hot weather and cranked up the ACs. I freelanced today and I finally had to cut out after the guilt of developing sitcom ideas and learning artillery names with some of the creative team for an hour after the power was out. I walked home to my sweltering apartment where- surprise! also no electricity. First I don't get paid. Then I am left sweating. Rotten eggs! They called me back a couple hours later- back in biz.

Did you just call my midget friend Shorty?

I just checked my movie source to see what this bootlegged movie I picked up at D.E. Jones for $1 was all about. I was reviewing it to see if it was worthy of the sidewalk sale. Heck no!

Of course, not if you go by the review- it calls this 1980 release of movie trailers a stinker. I dunno maybe its because I should be working, but I think this is hilarious, almost on par with the untouchable funniness of Strangers with Candy!

It gives Bi11 Murray top-billing, but he only appears once I think. Howard Hessemen had a not so funny skit, but an incredibly gut-wrenching gag. And you can't forget Buddy Hacket. I asked my mom for a video of his one christmas and it just never amounted to his performance in A Mad(3x), World, and the thing I originally loved him for, the driver in the snapple commercials. He had a great zing face.

Some memorable scenes include: Ma and Pa take their talking pig, Francis to New York. A western where a stranger with something mysterious clenched between his fingers rides into a town full of Hindus who believe that the cow and the cowboy are sacred. "welcome to bacon county", "billy jerk goes to oz", and naturally the title-revealing skit "Dark Town After Dark", which was later picked up for a musicians album title, but I don't want to spoil the joke.

file under > file

I have recently become aware of some strange filing systems I have. Back in the days before I stored errything on my computer. I had a reallly ugly metal 2 door filing cabinet that managed to hurt me each time I walked by it or opened it (sharp metal edge). Occasionally I would get something I wouldn't know where to put it, so I created a manilla tab called "future". Things like my Southwest application to be a flight attendant, my international courier info packet, and my USTA official guidelines went in it. It always looked funny against my "insurance", "banking", and "scams" folders.

Nowdays, these manilla tabs have been reconstructed in the form of Mailbox subfolders. I have one called "Receipts". Naturally, all my online purchases go in there as well as new registrations to websites. In addition, my email has become the forum of some very heavy emotional discussions lately. And I get tired of looking at them as my last received email, so they too make their way into "Receipts".

By the way I have never met the Walkm3n. I am confusing them.

The shield does not shine bright today.

My hands smell like a dirty dish sponge and I can't get rid of it.

I think I am going back to bed.

simple playsures

Today I was listening to my party shuffle while wielding my new sword at work, and 3 of my favorite tunes came on secessively(?), you know, in order:

1. Wilc0- "I'm a wh33l"
2. Walkm3n- "W3'v3 b33n had"
3. Sl0an-"Iggy N Angus"

And I get so excited when number 2 comes on, as if its not in my power to play it over and over as I oft do with new favorites. I highly recommend this one- not for it's good sad-song value, but for the singers ability to reflect on his life maturely and make fun of himself (in lyric) while sounding like a harlequin in a music box. See me age 19 with some dumb haircut from 19...60.* I know the music is going to wear out on me before the words. I met these guys some time back and was unfamiliar with their work thank goodness, or else it would have been a repeat performance of the time I met some post-pavement dudes, that went like:
[introduction]
him:"how ya doing?"
me:"you too"**

* sorry for quoting lyrics. I think its really annoying.
**sorry for unabashedly name-dropping and being so semi-star strucked. ITS really annoying.

They are making a sword for me with an engraving "CSS=BFF"

thats right. I went down to Chinatown (uhh, in another city) to a little-known shop where this nice varekai or samurai (some kind of Asian warrior) made me run up and down a lot of stairs and punch concrete and eat strained hashish and seaweed until my brain could understand that making a clean web page is not a thing to fear. In fact the old ways (*tables*) are a headache and take you away from your chi (*divs* or cheeba-cheeba). Granted, I am no P class="assassin", but I am not afraid to look at it.