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I have been told that the TMBG show I saw is fairly normal for them now.
And, no, I didn't hate the show. My friend was convinced I did. It just didn't seem like a show you would play to an entirely new audience.
A Connection Is Made
B. introduced to some man tonight as well, who apparently designed the programs for Last Fling, and is going to set me up with talking to him. Maybe break free from the library world. He told me I needed to network more, which, is my main problem. I can be cripplingly shy when around strangers. If I know I'm suppose to be shmoozy, it's a different story. Or if I want free stuff, I can be MEGA shmoozy. But, I'm the epitome of quiet artist guy.
Unfortuantely.
We Like To Move It Move It
I just saw the most fucked up They Might Be Giants show I've ever seen. Granted, I haven't seen them in a while, so maybe their shows have been like this for ages, but it was just odd.
Set up first.
Naperville. Last Fling. They Might Be Giants are the first band in a double bill of them and Soul Asylum. We're outside on "The Hill" which may or may not be called "Rotary Hill" now. It use to be the "Careful, or you might walk upon two people having sex" Hill. But then it got flood lighting and it turned into "Fuck. Now we can't have sex" Hill.
This is the most people I've seen turn out for a They Might Be Giants, first of all. And then they go into the most bizarre set I've seen. John Flansburgh comes out and convinces everyone to do the wave during the weird vocal part of the song Violin. Which then turns into John Lee Supertaster, followed by Why Does The Sun Shine? They busted out Birdhouse, which got people excited, but then they did a collection of stuff like Cyclops Rock and Wicked Little Critter. The theme song from The Monkees found it's way in there as well. They played some of the more normal show songs, like Ana Ng and She's An Angel, but the general vibe was just odd man.
A. and I loved it. The stage banter helped. It was also the funniest I've seen them in a while. They were yelled at for swearing. B. hated it. I told him to give the studio albums a chance.
Soul Asylum came on 45 minutes after they were supposed to. We left three songs in. I just don't like Soul Asylum. Although it was wicked funny to see, uh, whatshisface, the lead singer, jumping up and down only to get tangled in his mic cord and end up on his ass.
So, being able to say that I walked out on Soul Asylum is fun. We left B. to his free booze (the man OWNS Naperville as far as I'm convinced) and we headed back to A.'s. We stopped to pick me up a deep fried Snickers and A. some cotton candy on the way. It was like eating a hot chocolate chip cookie, but it's now making its way like wild fire through my gut.
Completely worth it, over all. Good to hang out with A. and B. I don't feel like I hang out with people enough. Need to get out more. Need to meet people. But where? Although, some strange girl pulled up while I was driving home (rockin' out to Kings of Leon) and she started waving frantically and shouting "HELLO!"
So weird.
I Feel....Naughty
Okay. I feel dirty. And granted, that's exactly what they probably wanted me to feel, along with giddy, horny and like a reborn teenage boy, but I just the opening to the 2003 MTV music awards. Madonna rubbing Christina and Britney was all good for me. The kisses were a little over-hyped, but I cannot complain.
I am a dirty man.
Glasses Are For The Weak.
Had to "republish" because apparently Explorer made my font super tiny. Hopefully it's fixed.
I'm very mad I missed Madonna, Christina and Britney making out at the opening of the VMAs. I knew I should have recorded the first hour or so.
Damn!
Yes. I Hate You.
One of my coworkers is leaving. One in a long line of people who, for better or worse, needed to leave this department. She was one who ended up being for the better. Using her cell phone behind the desk while working. Playing games behind the desk while working. And while she should have been held responsible, you can't put all blame on her, because she was never taught it was wrong. In fact, many of the supervisors did the same thing.
But she's leaving. No longer will I have the coworker who makes such off color comments to me that I can't tell if she wanted to go find a quiet place and make with the fun, or if she was just being goofy. She use to tell people she was going to marry me. And then she decided she didn't want to "hurt our work relationship." And now that she's quitting, will I end up getting phone calls asking me out? I don't need that. She drives me crazy. There may be parts of me that like the idea of getting some love, but those parts will not win the battle.
But she's leaving. She's been here two years, and (this is the point of the whole thing) they're throwing a party for her the size of a 50th year anniversary. Multiple cakes and pies. Gifts. Fruit trays. Food. Money. Two years. She's been here two years. And they're giving her a party that dwarfs what they did for my 10 year anniversary, which was nothing. But not being petty.
My coworkers are mad at me that I'm not donating to this party to end all parties. They told me that I WAS going to donate, and I told them otherwise. I am poor. I have no money. They found out that I was taking MF out for her birthday to go see Eddie Izzard and they threw a fit. "But you don't have a DOLLAR to give to N.?" I told them no. They don't seem to understand there's a basic difference between a friend I've had for 10 years and a COWORKER who I worked part time with for 2 years. I'm not friends with everyone. I have my friends and I treat them well. I have my coworkers and they go away at 5 o'clock.
Comp This
I have nothing remotely interesting to say today, but wanted to put something up here. I'm sure no one needs to read how I wrecked my stomach with a healthy combination of a quickly drunk slurpee, vegetarian sausage & green peppers, some poori bashi and some chocolate crepes. NEEDLESS to say, I do wish I hadn't eaten that much.
So, here's a comp CD I made a while back. Kinda sad. Kinda solemn. But it's still being played in my player.
And This Is Their Story
01 -- Svefn G Englar -- Sigur Ros
02 -- Red Headed Stranger -- Willie Nelson
03 -- He Needs Me -- Shelly Duvall
04 -- Don't Change Your Plans -- Ben Folds Five
05 -- Say Yes -- Elliott Smith
06 -- And She Was -- Talking Heads
07 -- The Lady Is A Tramp -- Frank Sinatra
08 -- I've Got Dreams To Remember -- Oh Susanna
09 -- I'm Looking Through You -- The Beatles
10 -- Run On -- Moby
11 -- Lost Cause -- Beck
12 -- Love Stinks -- J Geils Band
13 -- Snail Shell -- They Might Be Giants
14 -- Time Is On My Side -- Rolling Stones
15 -- Girlfriend In A Coma -- The Smiths
16 -- Sleepwalkers -- They Might Be Giants
17 -- Get Me Away From Here I'm Dying -- Belle & Sebastian
18 -- Another One Bites The Dust -- Queen
19 -- Here's Where The Story Ends -- The Sundays
20 -- Mr. Blue Sky -- E.L.O.
Oh and SR recommended I pick up the Hot Hot Heat album. He was right. That's a damn catchy song.
The Word
Books I've read, and their appropriate rating in the grand scheme of useless information no one actually needs:
Why Girls Are Weird: ****
It was a quick read, but dragged in the middle for me a bit. I was concerned they were going to mirror High Fidelity without mentioning it, but apparently I didnt' give the writer enough credit. In the world of novels, it's probably a "chick" book, but is a good read none the less.
Chaos Bleeds: *****
This is a novelization of the new Buffy game coming out in a mere few days (Huzzah!). And, honestly, I thought this would have made a better seventh season storyline than what actually happened. It delivers on the promise of seeing all the old bad guys again. It was funny, and far more entertaining than what ended up being the final few episodes of Buffy. I can't wait to play the game now.
I Love My Geek Heritage
Buffy Album Hits Stores This Month
I had no idea.
Bloody Good Fun
Unrated Friday the 13th goodness? I'm all about it.
To My Love
I love you my sweet air conditioning. What did I do wrong that you have left me here at work, alone, sweaty, and thinking I actually showed up to a school gym, urine smell and all? Was it something I said? Was it something I did? I would never willingly hurt you. I love you too much to do that. I love that I can make a room so cold with you that I need to stay under covers. I love the feel of you when you first greet me at the door. I love how you embrace and get shivers, welcome shivers across my skin. It's these things I think of now that you've left me here. I can change. Do I not tell you enough that I love you? I love you. I love you. I appreciate you. I worship you. I'm sure if the Amish knew what they were missing that they'd readily give up their lifestyle. I'm sure of all these things.
Come back to me. Come back to my workplace with me. It's 90 degrees in here right now, and I can't help but think of you. I miss you. I love you.
M.
Proper Grammar Makes Jesus Cry
I use "and" and "so" a little more than is normal for starting paragraphs. My English teachers would be crying.
Attack Of The Hamster Ovaries
My medicine has made me all sorts of sick this morning. That's what I get for taking it late at night, instead of around 7 PM when they tell me to take it.
But, I hate injecting myself with needles. Needles are the devil's work. Along with bees and coffee. Why would I want to inject something into me that makes me feel the way I currently do? It's an interferon, and the main side effects are depression and flu-like symptoms.
What they fail to mention is that those "symptoms" are like the super flu. It hits you out of nowhere, and you wish you were dead. Chills. Fever. Burning melting eyes (that's the worst one. You NEED your eyes). Achey joints. It's like drinking a flu concentrate. You dope yourself up on Motrin or Tyelnol or what have you, but it's no good. You still have been kissed by the flu of death.
And to make it even more fun, and it's only proven why I should never research things, I learned my medicine is made from hamster ovaries. Yeah. You heard right. Hamster ovaries. How did they discover that hamster ovaries were the cure for my problems? And who is laughing hysterically as a vegetarian, who won't even use gelatin, now has to inject himself three times a week with ovaries?
Oh, cruel fate. You mock me.
Where Is The Line?
So, MF's birthday is in December, and she wants (or at least EH planned) a night out of dinner and dancing. I thought it would be fun to dress up all shnazzy and pimpin' (word to YOUR mother). But, I learned that stuff like that is in the hundreds of dollars area. And, I just ain't made of that kind of money.
So, I went to a fabric store today, and learned there are all kinds of these "patterns" to make your own "clothes" including suits and zoot suits and all the fun stuff you can't afford in real life if you're a slave labor artist type.
My question is, if I make my own suit, am I cheap or am I artistically fashionable?
It's Not As Easy As It Looks
I am a vegetarian.
And as such, I believe that I should come clean about something. I cannot cook some of the basic items that vegetarians are known for. If I were Dracula, tempeh and polenta would be my mortal enemies. I would hiss and curse and escape to my vegetarian coffin waiting for the sun to go down. Wait. I've confused my metaphors.
I cannot cook tempeh. Or, maybe I can cook it, but the way I cook it has never lived up to the way I remember it that first time I had the Tempeh Bagel sandwich up at the Earwax cafe. I can't remember how it tasted, but I vaguely remember falling to my knees and holding the sandwich lovingly. It was my new idol. But ever since, the taste of tempeh has paled in comparison. I cook it one way it tastes like what vegetable oil would taste like if it were a solid. I cook it in soy sauce, and I'm eating a salt lick. I cannot win.
And polenta? If you consider making a healthy mush out of it, than I'm like the Emeril of the polenta world. I haven't tried baking it yet. I feel that may be my saving grace. It's hands off. But, I've tried frying it, and it becomes a nice browned mush in the frying pan. I've tried making it thicker, and it crumbles that much easier.
Sure, there are vegetables I don't like, but I feel these are my failures as a vegetarian laid out plain. I may have slipped and consumed gelatin unawares. I may have drank some energy drink not realizing just WHAT Taurine is.
But I will try again. I MUST overcome the grains! They are not the boss of me.
Don't Give Up
How do you make a comp CD for someone for their birthday, when you're not sure what songs to put on there, because you don't want to make her cry? Or do you put the songs on there you know she'll probably enjoy and come to the realization that she's stronger than you give her credit for, or that maybe she actually needs a good cry?
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