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Current mood: jubilant
There's little much more I can say that the title doesn't already convey.
Monday, well possibly most importantly, for those of you who understand, Monday I took my first scheduled day off since April 2004.
So, I spent that well-earned day off at the New York City Bar Show at the Javvits Center. And what a time it was.
On paper, I went because I wanted to network... find a place to bartend so I have an established gig for when I quit my job with the State and go to nursing school. The reality of it, however, is that the Bar Show is not a place to meet bar owners, its simply a place to get absolutely plowed, 1/2 ounce at a time.
But really, why would I have any complaints about that?
Great time. Great company. Bigg and Firecracker, you two definitely rock! The only thing better would be if Bigg would forward me the pictures. C'mon, there's a pic of me with George Wendt!
Same time next year?
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29 June 2005
19 February 2005
The Count of New Haven's emissary visit to Lord Fairfield
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Current mood: curious
OK, odd title, I know. But, really, we have eight counties. We should have Counts. I could be the Count of New Haven. My family still has a seat on the House of Lords, and a Barony in Ireland. But anyway...
So I found myself in the second shire of the lands of Count Fairfield. And what an odd nation it is. There I met a friend of a friend, and emissary of Lord Fairfield. We had both expected to meet a common friend, but when that person failed to show, I found myself with the will to approach anyway. "Hey, aren't you... Yeah, so-and-so's friend. I'm Ëener." I'm glad I did. I won't mention the friend, at least not until I speak with certain Bridgeport detectives, or the statute of limitations runs out. But I digress...
So, I'm there, listening to a band, with my new "Kevin Bacon friends". The band tripped me out a bit. Their entire 1st set was actually the rotation from VH1 from this September. In order, I believe. I only know this because I was home sick for two weeks in September with some odd flu, and watched Insomniac Music Theatre nonstop. But again, I deviate from what I believe may have been a point.
And so I find it to be 11:00. Usually not a special moment, but at precisely 11:00 I came to an odd realization about the foreign land I was in. See, by 11:00, I was now smoking my 5th cigarette. Now, in my home county, one cannot smoke a cigarette in a bar, but in this strange land, one can. That alone would have been odd, but not as noteworthy as the next point. Apparently, in Lord Fairfield's lands, 11:00 marks another special occasion. At that time, the young female bartenders are compelled to remove their jackets and/or sweaters, revealing their midriff exposing tank-tops. Again, not particularly special on its own. But when half the female patrons of the bar follow suit, removing their outer tops, reducing themselves to what could only be described as underwear from the waste up, this I feel is something of note.
Maybe its not. Maybe I don't get out enough. I'm just not sure this phenomenon exists in my home County. Maybe I'm not going to the right bars. Maybe I am going to the right bars. All I know is, things are just a wee bit different across the County Line.
Current mood: curious
OK, odd title, I know. But, really, we have eight counties. We should have Counts. I could be the Count of New Haven. My family still has a seat on the House of Lords, and a Barony in Ireland. But anyway...
So I found myself in the second shire of the lands of Count Fairfield. And what an odd nation it is. There I met a friend of a friend, and emissary of Lord Fairfield. We had both expected to meet a common friend, but when that person failed to show, I found myself with the will to approach anyway. "Hey, aren't you... Yeah, so-and-so's friend. I'm Ëener." I'm glad I did. I won't mention the friend, at least not until I speak with certain Bridgeport detectives, or the statute of limitations runs out. But I digress...
So, I'm there, listening to a band, with my new "Kevin Bacon friends". The band tripped me out a bit. Their entire 1st set was actually the rotation from VH1 from this September. In order, I believe. I only know this because I was home sick for two weeks in September with some odd flu, and watched Insomniac Music Theatre nonstop. But again, I deviate from what I believe may have been a point.
And so I find it to be 11:00. Usually not a special moment, but at precisely 11:00 I came to an odd realization about the foreign land I was in. See, by 11:00, I was now smoking my 5th cigarette. Now, in my home county, one cannot smoke a cigarette in a bar, but in this strange land, one can. That alone would have been odd, but not as noteworthy as the next point. Apparently, in Lord Fairfield's lands, 11:00 marks another special occasion. At that time, the young female bartenders are compelled to remove their jackets and/or sweaters, revealing their midriff exposing tank-tops. Again, not particularly special on its own. But when half the female patrons of the bar follow suit, removing their outer tops, reducing themselves to what could only be described as underwear from the waste up, this I feel is something of note.
Maybe its not. Maybe I don't get out enough. I'm just not sure this phenomenon exists in my home County. Maybe I'm not going to the right bars. Maybe I am going to the right bars. All I know is, things are just a wee bit different across the County Line.
13 February 2005
Odd night
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Current mood: melancholy
In Vino Veritas, sort of, except I almost feel sober.
I'm not sure why I feel the way I do. I doesn't really make much sense. The night just felt odd from the get go. 3 of the people I was with were drinking water all night. It was just that odd kind of night.
Went out to that place in the Valley. Sing a little karaoke, have a little send off for a friend who's moving down south (3rd send off really). Sang a couple songs I'd never tried before. Should have been a good night. But instead it was odd.
Seeing my friend move out of state shouldn't have been so huge. I don't think it was. We'd known each other about a year, nothing big. There'd been a harmless and pointless flirtation -- ladies, why is it that you flirt even when you know nothing could become of it, it confuses me -- but really, just a random friend; a once a week acquaintance, really.
So if that's not why I fell sort of odd at the moment, what is? I saw an old friend yesterday. She was in town from Germany for a couple days, so we caught dinner. Early tomorrow she'll be back on a plane for Colone. Won't see her again 'til July. But I talk to her online from time to time, and she's only away temporarily. That's probably not why I feel off.
I've been a bit preoccupied with another friend of mine of late. She's in a bit of legal trouble, and in central Europe (no, she lives there normally). Early Saturday I heard from her. She said she'd be going back to see her parents for a few the weekend, but left me with no information regarding her troubles. So, I worry about her a bit. But is that why tonight felt so off. Likely not, as I didn't even think about it until the drive home.
So what is the root of this oddest of feelings. You ever go out, and it just doesn't feel right? It feels like no one's quite having a good time. The idle chit chat is forced. I don't know. I just felt wrong. I sensed it the moment I walked in, and 4 hours later, I felt like I'd stayed far longer than I should have.
So, on the way home, I just thought. Every song sounded sadder than it should have, an although I passed the diner everyone went to after they left the bar, I had no desire to stop. It didn't foretell any better feelings than the bar I had just left. I came straight home, getting in about a half hour before even last call. And I type.
Think maybe I'll just go to bed, and hope by the morning things feel normal again. I'm a bit confused anyway, because I had Friday off, and by now I feel as I should be going back to work in the morning. How sad is it when a day off doesn't really feel like a bit of vacation, but instead just fucks with your mind. I don't like my job, but in a screwed up way, I think I missed it this weekend. Then again, ask me about it on Monday and I'll likely curse it as usual.
One last piece of the bizarre... at one point it the night I sneezed. When I did, my necklace of mahogany and hematite -- the one I wear most every day -- randomly exploded. My neck is not that huge. Very strange that it should just break like that. Little beads everywhere. If you believe in that kind of thing, hematite is supposed to absorb negativity. When it has absorbed more than it can bear, it is supposed to break. I thought I had pushed away all the negative people in my life. Maybe in the end, I broke it. All I know is I have to go to American Eagle or Aeropostále, and find something new. Life's too short to worry about the emotional stability of your neckware.
Current mood: melancholy
In Vino Veritas, sort of, except I almost feel sober.
I'm not sure why I feel the way I do. I doesn't really make much sense. The night just felt odd from the get go. 3 of the people I was with were drinking water all night. It was just that odd kind of night.
Went out to that place in the Valley. Sing a little karaoke, have a little send off for a friend who's moving down south (3rd send off really). Sang a couple songs I'd never tried before. Should have been a good night. But instead it was odd.
Seeing my friend move out of state shouldn't have been so huge. I don't think it was. We'd known each other about a year, nothing big. There'd been a harmless and pointless flirtation -- ladies, why is it that you flirt even when you know nothing could become of it, it confuses me -- but really, just a random friend; a once a week acquaintance, really.
So if that's not why I fell sort of odd at the moment, what is? I saw an old friend yesterday. She was in town from Germany for a couple days, so we caught dinner. Early tomorrow she'll be back on a plane for Colone. Won't see her again 'til July. But I talk to her online from time to time, and she's only away temporarily. That's probably not why I feel off.
I've been a bit preoccupied with another friend of mine of late. She's in a bit of legal trouble, and in central Europe (no, she lives there normally). Early Saturday I heard from her. She said she'd be going back to see her parents for a few the weekend, but left me with no information regarding her troubles. So, I worry about her a bit. But is that why tonight felt so off. Likely not, as I didn't even think about it until the drive home.
So what is the root of this oddest of feelings. You ever go out, and it just doesn't feel right? It feels like no one's quite having a good time. The idle chit chat is forced. I don't know. I just felt wrong. I sensed it the moment I walked in, and 4 hours later, I felt like I'd stayed far longer than I should have.
So, on the way home, I just thought. Every song sounded sadder than it should have, an although I passed the diner everyone went to after they left the bar, I had no desire to stop. It didn't foretell any better feelings than the bar I had just left. I came straight home, getting in about a half hour before even last call. And I type.
Think maybe I'll just go to bed, and hope by the morning things feel normal again. I'm a bit confused anyway, because I had Friday off, and by now I feel as I should be going back to work in the morning. How sad is it when a day off doesn't really feel like a bit of vacation, but instead just fucks with your mind. I don't like my job, but in a screwed up way, I think I missed it this weekend. Then again, ask me about it on Monday and I'll likely curse it as usual.
One last piece of the bizarre... at one point it the night I sneezed. When I did, my necklace of mahogany and hematite -- the one I wear most every day -- randomly exploded. My neck is not that huge. Very strange that it should just break like that. Little beads everywhere. If you believe in that kind of thing, hematite is supposed to absorb negativity. When it has absorbed more than it can bear, it is supposed to break. I thought I had pushed away all the negative people in my life. Maybe in the end, I broke it. All I know is I have to go to American Eagle or Aeropostále, and find something new. Life's too short to worry about the emotional stability of your neckware.
02 February 2005
And I'd hoped this would be the good year
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Current mood: disillusioned
Reading Pete’s blogs, and his references to the Lizard Boss – God, I haven’t heard that in years since I listened to the WigMaster religiously – reminded my of my own waddling superior. But, if I get into that here, I’ll be writing for days.
So, this year has opened up in an interesting form. A watermain break on the Saturday of the blizzard has rendered 2/3 of our office space non-usable. 8 employees are dislocated, phones and computers destroyed, and we no longer have a bathroom.
So today I decide actually I need to use the bathroom, so I go to the public men's room. Big mistake. Not only because of its publicness – those of you who know where I would know that I generally deal with only the scummy underbelly of human life – but because when I went in, I discovered that "the office" was already being used for a random urinalysis. Bloody lovely. I so fucking less than 3 my job!
Its just been like this all year, and its only February. Every stupid thing that can go wrong just does. 2 of my favourite co-workers – the kind of people who actually make the place bearable – are leaving, and I found out I'm dreadfully under-qualified for any of the jobs I thought of as my ticket out.
So, I don't know. I'm grumbley, I'm aware of that. My current pattern is work 5 days, commiserate with my other disheartened friends about 4 days, talk to my friends in Europe about once a week, and once a week go out and commit random acts of drunken self-destruction. I've gotten to the point that if I can drag my ass to work on Thursday I feel like I've accomplished something that week.
I'm pathetic.
I need a change, but I'm not sure what it is. I looked into going back to school today, that turned into a roadblock. I don't exactly have $16,000 in disposable income these days. New Dimensions is a crock. Its great if you're independently wealthy and want a degree in Business Management only. If I was that wealthy, I'm sure I could "buy" a BSBM from just about any school I wanted. I'm about this close to inventing a degree for myself. Nobody checks anyway. At 28 years old I could easily have a bachelors by now. I could have a doctorate by now, but I needed to get a job some time ago.
OK, I'm running away on a bizarre tangent. What was I saying? I don't know. Don't mind me. Maybe I just need to grab a slice of pizza?
Current mood: disillusioned
Reading Pete’s blogs, and his references to the Lizard Boss – God, I haven’t heard that in years since I listened to the WigMaster religiously – reminded my of my own waddling superior. But, if I get into that here, I’ll be writing for days.
So, this year has opened up in an interesting form. A watermain break on the Saturday of the blizzard has rendered 2/3 of our office space non-usable. 8 employees are dislocated, phones and computers destroyed, and we no longer have a bathroom.
So today I decide actually I need to use the bathroom, so I go to the public men's room. Big mistake. Not only because of its publicness – those of you who know where I would know that I generally deal with only the scummy underbelly of human life – but because when I went in, I discovered that "the office" was already being used for a random urinalysis. Bloody lovely. I so fucking less than 3 my job!
Its just been like this all year, and its only February. Every stupid thing that can go wrong just does. 2 of my favourite co-workers – the kind of people who actually make the place bearable – are leaving, and I found out I'm dreadfully under-qualified for any of the jobs I thought of as my ticket out.
So, I don't know. I'm grumbley, I'm aware of that. My current pattern is work 5 days, commiserate with my other disheartened friends about 4 days, talk to my friends in Europe about once a week, and once a week go out and commit random acts of drunken self-destruction. I've gotten to the point that if I can drag my ass to work on Thursday I feel like I've accomplished something that week.
I'm pathetic.
I need a change, but I'm not sure what it is. I looked into going back to school today, that turned into a roadblock. I don't exactly have $16,000 in disposable income these days. New Dimensions is a crock. Its great if you're independently wealthy and want a degree in Business Management only. If I was that wealthy, I'm sure I could "buy" a BSBM from just about any school I wanted. I'm about this close to inventing a degree for myself. Nobody checks anyway. At 28 years old I could easily have a bachelors by now. I could have a doctorate by now, but I needed to get a job some time ago.
OK, I'm running away on a bizarre tangent. What was I saying? I don't know. Don't mind me. Maybe I just need to grab a slice of pizza?
31 January 2005
The Continuing Tale of Buddy Bartender
So its Saturday... about 10:00 p.m. I'm at my friend's new place, after having just busted my ass helping him move at a whirlwind pace. (We unpacked a full, stuffed, UHaul truck in 59 minutes to get it back on time.)
So we're sitting around, and my phone rings. I take a look... "Incoming Call: M______ D_______". So, I turn to my friend, "It's my buddy that owns the bar. Oh, he left a voicemail, you gotta listen to this!"
So I check my voicemail on speakerphone so my friend and his wife can hear just how pathetic Buddy Bartender is.
"Hey! Its M____. Yeah... I haven't heard from you in a while. What're you up to. If you're not doing anything, why don't you come on down. I'm workin' tonight."
Now at this point, I'm thinking 'Wow, is it pathetic or what when the bartender is calling individual patrons to come down on a Saturday night', and the message continues...
"Yeah, we should hang out."
Really, when your friend asks you to hang out, are you paying him $4 a beer?
"Oh, and we should talk about the Benefit. Yeah, its all set for the 27th. Yeah, so if your not doing anything, you should come on down. Gimme a call."
So, I did offer to help him with the benefit. I don't know what help I can give him. I've got his media hook-up all set, but what's to promote when he can't even get one band I'd actually listen to?
So I explain this to my friends, about the benefit, and what a loser he's become, and how we sort of abandoned his bar, and then it hits me...
The voicemail was crystal clear, no background noise whatsoever. No band, no noisy patrons, nothing. Nothing at all.
So we're sitting around, and my phone rings. I take a look... "Incoming Call: M______ D_______". So, I turn to my friend, "It's my buddy that owns the bar. Oh, he left a voicemail, you gotta listen to this!"
So I check my voicemail on speakerphone so my friend and his wife can hear just how pathetic Buddy Bartender is.
"Hey! Its M____. Yeah... I haven't heard from you in a while. What're you up to. If you're not doing anything, why don't you come on down. I'm workin' tonight."
Now at this point, I'm thinking 'Wow, is it pathetic or what when the bartender is calling individual patrons to come down on a Saturday night', and the message continues...
"Yeah, we should hang out."
Really, when your friend asks you to hang out, are you paying him $4 a beer?
"Oh, and we should talk about the Benefit. Yeah, its all set for the 27th. Yeah, so if your not doing anything, you should come on down. Gimme a call."
So, I did offer to help him with the benefit. I don't know what help I can give him. I've got his media hook-up all set, but what's to promote when he can't even get one band I'd actually listen to?
So I explain this to my friends, about the benefit, and what a loser he's become, and how we sort of abandoned his bar, and then it hits me...
The voicemail was crystal clear, no background noise whatsoever. No band, no noisy patrons, nothing. Nothing at all.
20 January 2005
random thoughts of the drive home (with 11 hour delay)
I will try to keep this honest and shut off the filter called sobriety. So, I will now attempt to make this post in vino veritas after the fact.
I think at this point I'm going to say that, contrary to the opinions of those who knew him before me, Charlie isn't actually a douchebag. He's kinda growing on me as a person. But that doesn't change the fact that as a KJ, he sort of sucks. I don't see any reason to tolerate that anymore.
Which brings me to "Buddy Bar-Owner"... The longer I know him, the more I think he kinda is a douchebag. He's maybe more like the friend that you know is a bad person. I had a friend like that a while back, he was a great friend, but really not a good person. The fact that my buddy owns a bar is no longer a reason to go to a bad bar. If he had a shred of integrity, and could keep to a promise, maybe. But then again, I wouldn't be going to see him at his bar at that point, I'd be going to work, or going to see Firecracker at work.
So, we made a good choice. Open Mic was a better scene. Cool to see Old-Friend-Bassist-Dude. Cool to see Firecracker's "brother". The rest seemed cool people, and although I hadn't known then for years, I felt pretty welcomed. Maybe next time I'll make the attempt to sing. Might check out Friday's show.
Have to admit, the competition for Firecracker's attention was a little thick. Maybe I'm only bothered by it because I was one of the competitors. Its sad that there are scores of guys who'd like nothing more than to have her to themselves, but at the same time are just the wrong guys. And so they are the endless stream of big brothers and Stanford Blatches, who but for the wrong time and place...
Human self image is such a strange thing. Why is it that we only see ourselves as being good enough, good looking enough, worthy of a certain level of person, and really understand our wants and value at a time when it no longer matters. Its funny how no one is out of your league when your no longer playing. But I have the feeling that if you were to come out of retirement, all the old insecurities would just come rushing back.
OK, I lied. There was another part from the random stream of thoughts as I drove that I think I'll have to cut. Another time perhaps, but not here right now. Sorry, I guess "indeed my hypocrisy knows no bounds."
Currently listening :
Nobody's Home
By Avril Lavigne
Release date: 15 November, 2004
I think at this point I'm going to say that, contrary to the opinions of those who knew him before me, Charlie isn't actually a douchebag. He's kinda growing on me as a person. But that doesn't change the fact that as a KJ, he sort of sucks. I don't see any reason to tolerate that anymore.
Which brings me to "Buddy Bar-Owner"... The longer I know him, the more I think he kinda is a douchebag. He's maybe more like the friend that you know is a bad person. I had a friend like that a while back, he was a great friend, but really not a good person. The fact that my buddy owns a bar is no longer a reason to go to a bad bar. If he had a shred of integrity, and could keep to a promise, maybe. But then again, I wouldn't be going to see him at his bar at that point, I'd be going to work, or going to see Firecracker at work.
So, we made a good choice. Open Mic was a better scene. Cool to see Old-Friend-Bassist-Dude. Cool to see Firecracker's "brother". The rest seemed cool people, and although I hadn't known then for years, I felt pretty welcomed. Maybe next time I'll make the attempt to sing. Might check out Friday's show.
Have to admit, the competition for Firecracker's attention was a little thick. Maybe I'm only bothered by it because I was one of the competitors. Its sad that there are scores of guys who'd like nothing more than to have her to themselves, but at the same time are just the wrong guys. And so they are the endless stream of big brothers and Stanford Blatches, who but for the wrong time and place...
Human self image is such a strange thing. Why is it that we only see ourselves as being good enough, good looking enough, worthy of a certain level of person, and really understand our wants and value at a time when it no longer matters. Its funny how no one is out of your league when your no longer playing. But I have the feeling that if you were to come out of retirement, all the old insecurities would just come rushing back.
OK, I lied. There was another part from the random stream of thoughts as I drove that I think I'll have to cut. Another time perhaps, but not here right now. Sorry, I guess "indeed my hypocrisy knows no bounds."
Currently listening :
Nobody's Home
By Avril Lavigne
Release date: 15 November, 2004
13 January 2005
Self destruction
Archived MySpace blog
Current mood: groggy
Hung over... still.
I made the mistake of deciding to call in sick while I while I was still out. In a way, I guess I knew I needed a day, but the effect was sort of giving myself permission to get fucking retarded. I remember last night, but it is a bit blurry.
In my cloistered (right word, I think) existence, I build up, then go out and release. Unfortunately, if I'm not out drinking, I'm working, or at home doing absofuckinglutely nothing. I should build a macro of the 5 or 6 email accounts, PHP boards, and other websites I check religiously in sequence.
If I'm not in front of my computer, I'm watching some Discovery Channel program about building or rebuilding cars or bikes. I'd really like to get out there and actually try some of this stuff, but I don't have the budget to start such a project. So, I sit around thinking how cool it would be to do this or that thing to my Golf. I could probably do most of it myself if not for the lack of tools and facilities. So I wonder how ridiculously expensive it would be to have it done, and usually resign myself to completing the mod only in Photoshop. (The rallye stripes look awesome on the jpeg, but will probably never make it on my car.)
So I have all this pent up desire to be constructive, but all I get to do is think about it. I need a change. My job is frustrating, and my life is becoming equally so. So, once a week, I go out and unload it all, and have a good time (I think), and realize the next day that I really didn't. What am I doing?
Maybe I need to find a better down time. What does a 28 year old guy do to unwind. I've thought about it. Of the evening entertainments out there, is there one better suited for me than drinking? I'm fairly certain my liver hopes so. I really want to bartend -- all the fun, less alcohol consumption.
I'm losing focus, both in this blog entry, and in my life. Am I where I want to be right now? Do I know where I'm supposed to be? A year ago, I was living this same life, but I found it fun; I really felt like I was living. Now, I feel like I'm buying time, going through the motions. But what the heck am I waiting for? What great thing is going to happen to give my life purpose?
And will I survive until then?
Currently listening :
Audioslave
By Audioslave
Release date: 19 November, 2002
Current mood: groggy
Hung over... still.
I made the mistake of deciding to call in sick while I while I was still out. In a way, I guess I knew I needed a day, but the effect was sort of giving myself permission to get fucking retarded. I remember last night, but it is a bit blurry.
In my cloistered (right word, I think) existence, I build up, then go out and release. Unfortunately, if I'm not out drinking, I'm working, or at home doing absofuckinglutely nothing. I should build a macro of the 5 or 6 email accounts, PHP boards, and other websites I check religiously in sequence.
If I'm not in front of my computer, I'm watching some Discovery Channel program about building or rebuilding cars or bikes. I'd really like to get out there and actually try some of this stuff, but I don't have the budget to start such a project. So, I sit around thinking how cool it would be to do this or that thing to my Golf. I could probably do most of it myself if not for the lack of tools and facilities. So I wonder how ridiculously expensive it would be to have it done, and usually resign myself to completing the mod only in Photoshop. (The rallye stripes look awesome on the jpeg, but will probably never make it on my car.)
So I have all this pent up desire to be constructive, but all I get to do is think about it. I need a change. My job is frustrating, and my life is becoming equally so. So, once a week, I go out and unload it all, and have a good time (I think), and realize the next day that I really didn't. What am I doing?
Maybe I need to find a better down time. What does a 28 year old guy do to unwind. I've thought about it. Of the evening entertainments out there, is there one better suited for me than drinking? I'm fairly certain my liver hopes so. I really want to bartend -- all the fun, less alcohol consumption.
I'm losing focus, both in this blog entry, and in my life. Am I where I want to be right now? Do I know where I'm supposed to be? A year ago, I was living this same life, but I found it fun; I really felt like I was living. Now, I feel like I'm buying time, going through the motions. But what the heck am I waiting for? What great thing is going to happen to give my life purpose?
And will I survive until then?
Currently listening :
Audioslave
By Audioslave
Release date: 19 November, 2002
09 January 2005
And the night played on...
So I went out last night, to my buddy's bar, to see a couple bands. The headlining band was awesome. The opening band was good for a group of 14 and 15 years olds (who books 14 & 15 year olds???). Didn't stay much past the 1st song of the 3rd band; I was just beat from the day and the week.
Generally a good show, and a good night out; the Guinness was flowing pretty freely. But the interesting point of the night came on about 12. That's when I had to say to myself, "Who invited the hookers?"
I love watching people, seeing what kinds of people come to places, and what crazy things that actually costume themselves in before they arrive. And these three where great. With their entourage of "Vinny the Super-Guid'", "Paco the Busboy", and the 2 old gay dudes, these three evoked questions such as “Is that a skirt or a belt?”, “Can human hair actually be bleached that much or is she an albino with a bad perm?”, and “Gee, when I’m not looking, does my mom actually dress that bad?”
They were a sight to behold! Makes me wish I had a camera-phone.
Earth is a fascinating place.
Currently listening:
Brethren
By Ink
Release date: 2004
Generally a good show, and a good night out; the Guinness was flowing pretty freely. But the interesting point of the night came on about 12. That's when I had to say to myself, "Who invited the hookers?"
I love watching people, seeing what kinds of people come to places, and what crazy things that actually costume themselves in before they arrive. And these three where great. With their entourage of "Vinny the Super-Guid'", "Paco the Busboy", and the 2 old gay dudes, these three evoked questions such as “Is that a skirt or a belt?”, “Can human hair actually be bleached that much or is she an albino with a bad perm?”, and “Gee, when I’m not looking, does my mom actually dress that bad?”
They were a sight to behold! Makes me wish I had a camera-phone.
Earth is a fascinating place.
Currently listening:
Brethren
By Ink
Release date: 2004
16 December 2004
Insomnia
Archive of the first MySpace blog
Current mood: awake
Why am I awake? Not that 1:00 am is so late, but soon it will be 2, then 3, then before I know it time to get up, and I won't have slept yet. This time tomorrow I'll be leaving the bar. Fun, but even worse for my sleep patterns. Enough whining.
I've spent most of the night fighting MySpace. Either their servers are over-taxed, or my internet connection is ungodly shitty. Either way, I've been minorly tweaking my profile under the most annoying circumstances. I've practically memorized the text of the page cannot be displayed page.
Got a PM from a friend yesterday pointing out my last Profile picture (since changed, but still online). Apparently a common acquaintance of ours, "CC", was looking at someone else's profile, and recognized me from their friends list, and felt the need to inform my friend (who's not a MySpace user). I was confused by this. Am I a topic of demented gossip? Was this done to make fun of me. Should I not have put a picture of my face up? Oh well, whatever, I guess in the end it gave me a story to tell.
I'm still trying to figure this whole MySpace thing out. I'm not sure what I'm doing here, but I kinda feel like taking advantage of it. Put a little formless thought on electronic paper from time to time. The biggest question has been, in a world where image can be completely constructed from scratch, how do I want to represent myself? My profile lends itself to a lot of that question. What is the face I want to put out to the world when I don't have to use my own face?
I'm trying to define myself, and coming up short. Am I the car I drive, the clothes I wear, the music I listen to, the people I hang out with...? Maybe the answer is more "yes" than any of us want to admit. I think one's greatest asset is their personality, but how does one's personality get expressed in the absence of socialization. Its like trying to converse with a door; without feedback from the door, does the door find me interesting?
1:30 - I'm realizing that I'm still writing because I'd rather be talking. This is very one-sided, and I fear the door indeed does not find me interesting. My inboxes are empty, most people I know are in bed, and I feel alone.
Maybe I'm depressed. On reading this, I think I sound depressed. I'm about ready to delete the whole thing, but I probably should post it. Moreover, I should post something else another day, when I'm in a better mood. The contrast would be good to see.
Didn't go to work today, and I think the isolation is getting to me. Tomorrow will be better. I'll be at work, I'll see people. Plus it's Wednesday. I go out on Wednesday nights. (Sometimes I feel like an old man, my life is scheduled in such an odd way.) Get to see some friends, have something to look forward to during the day. I really hope Charlie isn't a douchebag tomorrow night.
1:45 - Stopped caring so much about what the door thinks. If all of MySpace thinks I'm the biggest jack-ass ever to turn on a PC, I can deal. If the people who do know me from outside of here can't figure out why I'm a douchebag tonight... well... I hope they'll get over it. I've been very angry at many things lately. When that stops, maybe I'll go back and express myself in a happier way.
Its been the better part of an hour that I've been writing this, hopefully it doesn't take nearly that long to read. I'm going to end this here, mainly because I don't know if there's a size limit, or if this will even post when I'm done (remember my connectivity issues of tonight).
If you made it this far... thanks for listening.
Current mood: awake
Why am I awake? Not that 1:00 am is so late, but soon it will be 2, then 3, then before I know it time to get up, and I won't have slept yet. This time tomorrow I'll be leaving the bar. Fun, but even worse for my sleep patterns. Enough whining.
I've spent most of the night fighting MySpace. Either their servers are over-taxed, or my internet connection is ungodly shitty. Either way, I've been minorly tweaking my profile under the most annoying circumstances. I've practically memorized the text of the page cannot be displayed page.
Got a PM from a friend yesterday pointing out my last Profile picture (since changed, but still online). Apparently a common acquaintance of ours, "CC", was looking at someone else's profile, and recognized me from their friends list, and felt the need to inform my friend (who's not a MySpace user). I was confused by this. Am I a topic of demented gossip? Was this done to make fun of me. Should I not have put a picture of my face up? Oh well, whatever, I guess in the end it gave me a story to tell.
I'm still trying to figure this whole MySpace thing out. I'm not sure what I'm doing here, but I kinda feel like taking advantage of it. Put a little formless thought on electronic paper from time to time. The biggest question has been, in a world where image can be completely constructed from scratch, how do I want to represent myself? My profile lends itself to a lot of that question. What is the face I want to put out to the world when I don't have to use my own face?
I'm trying to define myself, and coming up short. Am I the car I drive, the clothes I wear, the music I listen to, the people I hang out with...? Maybe the answer is more "yes" than any of us want to admit. I think one's greatest asset is their personality, but how does one's personality get expressed in the absence of socialization. Its like trying to converse with a door; without feedback from the door, does the door find me interesting?
1:30 - I'm realizing that I'm still writing because I'd rather be talking. This is very one-sided, and I fear the door indeed does not find me interesting. My inboxes are empty, most people I know are in bed, and I feel alone.
Maybe I'm depressed. On reading this, I think I sound depressed. I'm about ready to delete the whole thing, but I probably should post it. Moreover, I should post something else another day, when I'm in a better mood. The contrast would be good to see.
Didn't go to work today, and I think the isolation is getting to me. Tomorrow will be better. I'll be at work, I'll see people. Plus it's Wednesday. I go out on Wednesday nights. (Sometimes I feel like an old man, my life is scheduled in such an odd way.) Get to see some friends, have something to look forward to during the day. I really hope Charlie isn't a douchebag tomorrow night.
1:45 - Stopped caring so much about what the door thinks. If all of MySpace thinks I'm the biggest jack-ass ever to turn on a PC, I can deal. If the people who do know me from outside of here can't figure out why I'm a douchebag tonight... well... I hope they'll get over it. I've been very angry at many things lately. When that stops, maybe I'll go back and express myself in a happier way.
Its been the better part of an hour that I've been writing this, hopefully it doesn't take nearly that long to read. I'm going to end this here, mainly because I don't know if there's a size limit, or if this will even post when I'm done (remember my connectivity issues of tonight).
If you made it this far... thanks for listening.
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