Yesterday I woke up way late for work. I should have stayed late, but I had an overwhelming urge to get a haircut and go buy some new pants. So I went into to DC after staying at work kind of late, and got my hair cut at my usual place. Ben called and wanted to go shopping as well, so I chilled at Visions and talked with Brad, Sara, Tony and Adam. Ben took awhile to get over to Visions, so we missed out on the shopping. I headed home.
On the way, I was driving past my friends Joe, Brian and Allen's house and decided to see if any of them wanted to eat/go to this show later. Brian was there, and he was not against ditching the plans he had made with his roommate, who is also his co-worker AND the guy who stole his fiancee (long story). So Brian and I talk about mail servers and then go to pick up Scott. Brian says he can help me out with my mail server configs, and we fiddle with that before eating.
We eat and then go back to the Farm, and who is there but Manbeef! We tell him that we're heading to the Warehouse Next Door to see Crestfallen & Mannequin, so he wants to come along. We get there a bit late, I flyer, we check out Crestfallen- it's nuts, kids hanging from lights, waving beer bottles, pouring beer on the Crestfallen dudes, one song Chris from Mannequin sang and one song a random dude from the crowd sang. It was fun but a bit retardulous. Denman from the Warehouse was a bit bummed, I could tell. But not every show can go off without a hitch.
Brian left to drive his neighbor Katy home, who was TRASHED. She called me while they drobe back to ask if I liked Ethiopian food. I hung out with a few friends, then me and Manbeef bounced.
I got a call from my work friend who said he was at the Black Cat and that we should go by. So we executed an illegal turn and headed over there. We hung out for awhile, talked with various friends - thursdays at the Black Cat are pretty cool, I'll have to come back. Matt brown mocked me for drinking a Jager Bomb, Sean looked tired, a guy artist who was the basis for a character in Party Monster hit on me, then we met an irish guy who just got out of a coma he got from being wounded in Iraq.
He showed us his three bullet wounds and his stab wound. He also bought us all carbombs and whiskey shots. He tried to avoid going home with this girl who was there with him, and he succeeded! He also expressed his love for Japanese cinema, and we talked about that for awhile.
Eventually, last call came around and we headed out, but it was a good evening.
The only one who will be skipping out of work early today so that he can go see Harry Potter? Who's already bought his ticket online, so he won't be disappointed by the show being sold out when he gets to the theater?
exhausted at work all day. went home and tried to nap but it was unsuccessful. I woke up at 10, got stoned, hit the ottobar, had like 4 or 5 beers, got in some arguements with people, blasted Christina Aguilera in the ghetto while driving home, crashed out, woke up and saw a huge roach in the bathroom, which I ignored, and then made it to work only 2 minutes late
also penis tattoos are not my thing ok, dont get offended if I tell you that because I probably didnt want to see it in the first place and if its what you want to do then go ahead
Screw K1ll0ggs, man, half the people who got heads have never even posted on there before. It's not that I care, particularly, but it does seem like almost an intentional slight to not offer us heads - we've both been posting on there for years, I know several of the people in real life, I guess because I'm not female or don't play in a metal band I'm not cool enough for it.
Posted by Michael @ 06/04/2004 12:07 PM CST - fleksibelsau
For the past week or so, I have been battling my upstairs neighbor for hot water supremacy. Every morning, I wake up at 5:30am and stumble into the shower. I usually get about 1 minute of hot water before it disappears because the bastard upstairs gets in the shower at seemingly the same time as me every morning. Trying to correct the problem, I usually crank up the hot water, which works for about 30 seconds before I am blasted with scalding hot water. Now imagine the little dance I do every morning. A few days ago I got so mad I screamed "MOTHERFUCKER!!!!" towards the ceiling, hoping they could hear me.
It wasn't until this morning that I realized that the problem wasn't my neighbor. My neighbor was probably counting sheep at 5:30. Turns out my plumbing takes about 5 minutes to reach a stable temperature. What I thought was the sound of my neighbors shower upstairs was actually my own plumbing, so I've been cursing through the ceiling at no one.
Maybe this isn't funny to anyone else... but I laughed to myself when I realized what a total idiot I am.
Alice at the Galaxy Hut told me last night that if I would hang out at the bar and talk to drunk people that drunkenly talked about buying my art, that she would charge it to their credit cards, let them take it home right then, and give me cash for it.
She rules. I love that woman. She kept saying. "Yeah. Money talks. People mumble."
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there were also these guys standing right behind me and i overheard one guy say "that's the artist right there!" and another guy said "geez. I'd like to say hello to him, but I just don't know what I would say."
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there was also this rockabilly kid there who had a perfectly shaped flat top pompadour thing attached to his forehead and he told me that he liked my art and this bearded drunken fellow I was talking to next to me said "well why don't you buy one then. I mean seriously. You'll probably spend $100 on beer tonight. Look at that one there. It's only $100! You spent at least that much on that stupid fucking haircut."
Later in the evening he told me about the '59 edsel he was restoring, about how it sucked being 5'4", and about how I should come see his Rockabilly band, but I'm a huge dick and everything I replied with were things that would hopefully end the conversation cos all I could think about was the full pint of Guinness that was sitting in plain view only feet away just over his shoulder that I could see but couldn't get to; it just sitting there, that frothy black goodness that he was standing in front of, blocking my happiness with his "Hey PonyBoy, they killed Johhny." stories.
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I also met a friend of Katie's that said "Hey. I think you're dating my friend Katie."
and I said, "Noooo... I don't think I am, anyway."
She seemed nice. I would like to hang out with her and Katie one night. Would that be a date?
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My aversion to painting has finally worn off, and I think I'm ready to start it up again. Got some new comic ideas too. I think I'm gonna stay home and draw comics all weekend.
I also got to thinking today that I want to learn how to play a piano. I took piano lessons when I was a kid, and my mom TEACHES PIANO LESSONS, but for some reason I never learned. I just played guitar. I think the piano is my favorite instrument though in terms of it generating an emotional response. Maybe just because I grew up with them in the house tho and I associate a lot of my childhood memories with them. I don't know though. I wonder if anyone gets all sentimental about certain drum beats?
Okay, so this is a review of the latest installment in the Harry Potter film series.
I went in with great expectations. The reviews I have read have been almost unanimously positive. Everyone's been saying that Chris Columbus (who moved from the position of director to producer) did a great thing for the franchise by stepping aside and choosing Alfonso Cuarón to direct Azkaban. Columbus, they say, was too "boring" - too "faithful" to the books and neglected to make the story his own. Cuarón, on the other hand, "streamlined" the story and added his own flair - for example, Hogwarts looks nothing like it did in the first two movies. Although it did look awesome, it didn't look right.
So the movie? Man, if I hadn't seen the first two movies, I would be going on and on about how good it was. But y'know what? I'm in the (apparent) minority of people who appreciated the first two movies precisely because they did follow the books so faithfully. A lot of the things I loved about the book, Cuarón glazed over, or skipped entirely. They were obvious, and I missed them.
This movie had what has been described as the "best quidditch match" yet in the series. Bzzzt! Wrong. It sucked. First of all, I realize that it WAS played in a humongoid thunderstorm in the book (as it was in the movie), but it lasted maybe two-three minutes in the film. Bogus.
Gary Oldman didn't get to play the psycho nearly enough, but for those who don't know the story but might see the flick, I won't explain it any more than to say it was a case of the director glazing over yet another important (to me) part of the story.
Bottom line? If this is the first HP movie you see, or if you haven't read the book, you'll be amazed. The CGI is amazing - Buckbeak is totally believable. The pace is fast, as promised. It's a damned entertaining flick. But if you've read the book, or have seen either of the first two movies, you may come away a little disappointed.
I did.
On a scale of 1 to 5, I want to give it a four. But it's more like a 3... maybe a 3.5.
Today I went to Fells Point using the work Jeep Laredo while I was supposed to be working. I ate a huge slice of pizza and a Coke, and bought something I'm obsessed with. It's called the BadtzMaru Boomboombox. It's a purse that is shaped like a boom box. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. "I've seen those stupid things before". Yeah, I bet you have. But have you ever seen one that has actual SPEAKERS attatched to it so it played cds and tapes for REEEEAAAALL??!! WOAH! I KNOW!! It's awesome. The quality is actually strikingly clear and it gets super loud. I walked down Broadway like some kind of asshole blasting some rock and roll. I can't wait to formulate my events around my Boomboombox. According to mood, weather, etc. I'm looking forward to early morning walks to work when all the other commuters are sleepy-eyed and I'm hoppin' down the street to some SLAYER. Take that dreary Baltimore! I think the Boomboombox is something that anyone who ever feels down should have. Havin' a bad day? That's alright. Just throw some Descendents in your Boomboombox and trot down the street like you own the damn place.
It rules now but I have this strange unsettling feeling that I'm gonna over do it with my Boomboom box and all my friends will all get sick of it and me, and we'll be history. I'll probably be cradling it in my sleep one night and Kara will sneak in and "cut the cord". Ah well, until then, LONG LIVE THE BOOM!
Oops, and oh yeah, this is my first post, I'm Ang and I have a question mark for a head.
I'm sorry most of you are minorities. But-- I wish you degenerates would leave me alone. I don't have a ride, money, or a cigarette for you. You are really making your respective races look bad. I wish I could say it were not true. But the 300th time you bother me after only 5 white people have asked me, it's hard for me to say race isn't an issue. Get a job. Stop smoking the glass dick. Stop "keeping it real." I've already given you enough money by paying taxes for: your welfare check, your food stamps, your free legal representation, housing and feeding you in jail, and wasting police resources every time the cops come when you threanten me after I calmly (or not, it's my choice after enough inconveniences) say "I have nothing for you, Leave me alone. Get the fuck away from me and don't talk to me." Learn what me yelling that means. When the cops come, you've already earned your quarter. If you can't find a job or waste youir welfare, suck cock for money like every other degenerate does. If you have a gold tooth, hock it, don't bug me. Tattoos, well you wasted your money.
Thank you and have a short life! Please don't breed!
