I know a small portion of the people on here, but I'm Angie - also known as "Carla's sister" or "salad shoes"
So, I was deciding what the subject matter of my first post should be, and I thought the best introduction would be of pictures from my "hella" recent trip to San Francisco with Carla.
We stayed in a shady hotel called "the garland", did a LOT of shopping around Haight and the Mission area, saw our cousin get married, got in the usual fight with one another, and were approached by an obscene amount of eccentric chaps.
Cousin Carlos, Cousin Melanie, me, Carla
familia
It's kind of offensive how bad I am at Dance Dance Revolution.
I couldn't figure out whether to put this under Journal or Post it. I was about to put it under Journal but josh's excessive reminders about posting got to me.
Last night I was laying on the couch with my girlfriend of three and a half years (Megan) watching City of God (excellent movie if you haven't seen it), and she leaned over and hugged me. A normal hug. Nothing out of the ordinary. But it affected me.
It was a strange feeling. I kind of viewed her outside of the mental image I have of the Megan that I know and love. I viewed her just as a person; As another human being. It suddenly struck me as extremely significant that this person has allowed me to share her space. Allowed me to share her body. I think it affected me because I was suddenly viewing our relationship from another perspective. In my normal view of our relationship, I expect her to love me. I expect her to be there. But when I viewed it this way.. it seemed more significant. It also made me think maybe I've been a little spoiled and maybe a little selfish. It's not that I think I'm an inconsiderate boyfriend or anything, I just suddenly felt like I hadn't really appreciated our relationship.
Anyone else had anything like this before? After posting this I feel like I just got out of a Promise Keeper's workshop or something. I'm going to go listen to some death metal and cleanse myself.
"He was wearing his pants down low, and you could see his pubic hair. He had a cigarette in his mouth the whole time, which he never ashed, so the ashes got all over his chest. He was disgusting. It was the best thing ever."
And so, Ben easily convinced me to make time on Sunday night, to go see Bobby Conn at the Talking Head.
Ben and I were both unimpressed by the first two bands. The Frequency were very high energy, with lights and everything, but I just didn't care for their sound at all. It was watchable, but not too spectacular.
I was simply not impressed by Slot Racer at all. Visually, I couldn't take my eyes off of the singers man-boob, jigging above his guitar. He was a witty one, and a decent singer, but uninteresting. Maybe if he went shirtless and put a tassle on that thing...
Bobby Conn's band came out onto the stage in track suits, tuning guitars and keyboards and an electric violin with obvious perfectionism.
The drummer reminded me of a fruitier version of Hank Von Helvete (who apparently got married this weekend) Even if they had set up their instruments and walked off stage then, the whole spectacle would have been worth watching.
There are SIX members in his band, and every one of them was singularly watchable. Both Bobby and the second guitarrist were skilled and coordinated. At one point, the guitarrist (with cheesy long hair and pointy red boots) played a solo for a few minutes that was pretty mind blowing. The mainly impressive thing about it was that these talented musicians could all be in a band that isn't too serious seeming.
The show was really loud, keyboards, electtric violin, harmonizing vocals, glam guitar, 70s funk beats, and general melodrama.
Ridiculously elaborate. I was enthralled.
Ben and I are both pretty much in love with Monica, the violinist. Although the band members were all individually interesting, her smile, musicianship, and poise was so magnetic that I couldn't look away. I was seriously very attracted to this girl, and I don't really like girls.
She was like a quirky art student girl, who had met her prince in the homely but inspirational Bobby Conn. There is something really special about musical relationships. So, I wouldn't want Ben or myself to seduce her away with our awesomeness, only to ruin the dynamic.
I had a corny grin on the whole time I watched the band.
I bought the CD, but am afraid to listen to it. Some performances are best in the flesh.
A lot of times, my favorite shows aren't even by my favorite musicians... one of the best shows I can remember before Bobby Conn is Peaches, of all things. Peaches simply put on a great performance, musical abilities aside.
Last night had the stage talent AND musicianship.
I spent the rest of the evening sitting with Ben at a table by Monica. We watched creepy fans engage her in conversation. I think we might have been even creepier, sitting there obviously staring.
so my dad's brother-in-law is this wild and crazy guy. in a certifiable sense. he's been developing this conspiracy theory centered around the azores and portugal for almost 30 years now. i don't really see what he's getting at, but he's a nut. along the way, he's obtained a phd in portugese history (possibly the most useless degree of all time), and has been deported out of every practically every country in europe.
he's all up in the public health system now, which kind of worries my family because they're trying to force lobotomy-inducing drugs on him, and it would be sort of sad to watch this guy devolve from mild-mannered eccentric to a drooling meat slab. of course, he could refuse the treatment, but there are consequences to that.
another thought that's been lurking in the back of mind is: what if he's right? i mean, conspiracies and dirty deeds are committed everywhere, all the time. what if he had spent the last 30 years obsessing over east timor? there's a lot of truth out there that the general public doesn't want to face, which creates a willingness to silence the eccentrics that run after it.
Basically, it's the Killoggs cell cam script with a several modifications... It allows people anywhere to submit cellcam photos to the art show. The images will then show up at the gallery AND on their web site. All the images are saved in a database and then displayed randomly.
At the actual site they will be displaying these on video screens, along with cell-cam themed art pieces created by well-known artists and photographers.
Check out the site and look at the images already submitted. If you want to submit, email pictures to submit [at] sentonline.com.
It was fun to be involved in an art project again, even if my role was technical.
b24arcode: IS this like some weird conspiracy to lure me back to Killoggs with all these posts recently: racism, retardation and stupid punny songs.
Fuck, I want to post so bad. It's going to be like when you've stopped masturbating for a few weeks, and like, when you start it up again it's like 6 times a day and you're calling in sick to work. js: hahahaha js: killoggs has been choice lately js: haha white trash much? b24arcode: I haven't the slightest idea what you're attempting to imply. I can't even begin to consider how to begin thinking about how to answer that question. b24arcode: Only white trash would ask a question like that. js: i luvv you b24arcode: that's gay coming from a retard such as yourself. js: yes
So I guess it worked. Just this once. Like falling off the wagon. I'll get right back on. Once the move is over, I'll return to posting (and hating)
In the meantime, a few observations:
Pokey [excerpted out of respect].
AnotherBen and Kiche You two have turned into a couple of pussies since I've been gone. You're boring. Where's the hate?
Woody Ditto, you're Josh's little dick-bitch now. What's wrong with you?
Ed Dude, I never realized what a huge fucking douche/dildo you were until I stepped away from the log. I'd appreciate it if you refrained from claims that you were "carrying on my torch"
Milky You appear to be hell-bent on incoherency. Keep at it, champ, you're doing fine.
Julie Thanks a lot for bringing up my failed engagement, you dumb cunt. Nice to meet you, too.
Ben You know why your editor doesn't like Fappy? Because it's crap. Too bad I didn't realize what crap it was before I had it tattooed on my back. Keep serving up the shit, Ben, I'm sure it'll work out for you, someday.
Wade I'm sure it was pure chance that the dog chewed up her nuvaring. Are you ready for fatherhood? You might want to make sure that any and all other relationships are closed out first. Those overcharge fees can really get you.
Texas Frank Or Wade or Rinaldi or Sesur or whatever. You're one sanctimonious cunt, man. You've got the kid-glove treatment here so far. That ends now.
Sesur Hi, I'm Brandon. You're a faggot. Your free ride is also over.
Cecil I can't figure out if your Ka-wai or Kuh-weer.
Marcia Here's a tip: Don't dress like a hooer when you go to the liquor store, and maybe you won't have your hooer-ass grabbed like one.
Shauna
js: added a new head today js: shauna b24arcode: Although... Wait. Shauna? Sounds black. Are you sure you want to load Killoggs up with all these coloreds? js...
AngieMic Jagger has a song about Angie, it's much better than you are, on any level.
Kara More like cracker. Aren't you glad no one trusts you with babies? I mean, after you found your lost car, it would have been a tad suspicious to call the fire department to help you unlock the door to rescue the baby skeleton trapped inside.
Linus Seriously, you need to think about the layered black mildew cake attached to your shower curtain. Your mildew has mildew on it. That's sick. That's the result of neglect from a sick, sick mind. But, whoa, I guess there's no time for cleaning when the Teen Titans are on Cartoon Network. If I hear the Decembrists again, I'm going to stab you in the eye.
Reggie Kill Bill Sucks; Baseball sucks; The White Stripes suck; Loretta Lynn sucks.
Jeremy Death metal and hugs don't mix. A real S.O.D. would have bitchslapped that bitch for even attempting to hug him. Then, he would have injected pigs blood into his testes, and then ejaculated the mixtue of semen and pigs blood into her flapping mouth while strangling her and feeding her ruffies. This introspective shit is sickening.
Nelson Rick-lite. You're half the man your brother is. Considering who your brother is, that's bad news for you.
Rick Hates the Jews; Might be a homo.
Pinky While at first I thought that she was a real cunt, I'd like to correct my initial supposition. You are the demiurge who imposed form upon the world of cunts.
Kiche Passed over for the lead in Napoleon Dynamite because
he's a jew - not because he's a librarian.
AmyMILF or Wack-job? Or both? You are the Ref. We'll have the actual decision after a brief word from our sponsors, sanity and coherence.
Luster Get a job.
Amanda Get a divorce.
Shelly Poetics is not your bag.
Abby "oh no my dog ate my glasses?" Are you sure it wasn't "Oh no, my dog stole my glasses and then posed in them for my Killoggs head?"
Brad Crone's Disease? Eh? Where I'm from, it's called incontinence. We put the incontinent in Diapers, where I'm from.
Neal S. Virgina is for lovers, but Seattle is for fags. It's funny that you moved from the fag part of the French Quarter to the fag capital of the world.
neilbert Well, there's not anything I can say about Neilbert that he doesn't hang himself with everytime he posts here.
darrylx Here's a question, Darryl: What do you get with when you cross a racist, amateur anthropologist with bipolar disease and shovel it into a big pile of librarian shit? You.
Bradley and Boudet The Elementary Homophobic Bosom particles. One day Bradley and Boudet will collide and annihilate emitting a Strange-Texasfrank and two Up-Sesurs.
Myriam Wow, I really regret recommending that she be added as a head. But, lacking an expensive, private-school education, how could I have been expected to make a good decision or any decision at all? I sure am glad that highly-educated people are there to guide us all through life. We'd be lost without them in mud huts with thatched roofs and the like.
Breckany Looks like Gollum, Had dirty feet like Gollum, smelled of fish heads. I had to throw away my sheets afterward. She answered a question for me that had long nagged at my heart: Would I fuck Gollum? No, I most certainly would not.
brianbibbly Haha! I'm Brian! I'm everyone's pal - especially to your girlfriend when you're away.
Buzz Maybe if I jam a catheter up my urethra I'll be able to decipher the meaning behind your comics. It'll be easy to catch up on your oeuvre, now that you're dead.
Cecil Horned-rim glasses past 30 are desperate.
Cricket You are your own banner of shame. Did you really need Ben to confirm that you smell?
Courtney Enjoys raking the leaves fallen from her autumnal trunk.
Craig Going on 4 years of interactions with this guy, yet he continues to make my skin crawl.
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I would never accuse anyone of being a child-molestor.
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EmilyLikes Death Metal. Maybe Jeremy and Emily could start a Death-metal family. Like those punk-rock moms you see dredging the Alley off of Belmont. That's wouldn't be PATHETIC at all.
DeneeShe's like Killogg's very own Toni Morrison, if it were possible for Toni Morrison to suck more, and if Toni Morrison wrote books about over-the-hill lesbian, black robots who killed their cheating husbands but escaped punishment instead of writing books about over-the-hill lesbian, black women who killed their cheating husbands but escaped punishment. My point is: Toni Morrison sucks; Denee sucks even more.
Evan An SLC punk in NYC. Stop slaving over the deltas and get a real job.
Gen "Oh, I'm so attractive and enticing! Look at all the men who desire me and write letters to me! I'm so much.... much! Sure, unless I ambushed him next to the tour-bus after a show a real flesh-and-blood man wouldn't sock me in the jaw unless I bit him. But, I'm desirable! I'm desirable! I'm desirable! I'm a real catch!"
GeoffIf you had a soundbyte it would either be:" "Two Nickels on the Dime" was the best album of this decade!" or "Business up front; party in the back"
HuddoLives in HUD housing, Doh! You're poor. (yeah, yeah this one sucked)
Jeff Emails me like once every six months with creepy questions about equally creepy girls. Has been on the receiving end of a Hot Carl.
Joseph I once wrote a short story about Joseph in college. It centered around his anus and a bellows trick he picked up from another story by the Marquis de Sade. I got an "F" on my story in my creative writing class after the instructor found out that I was merely describing an event that occurred at one of Eli's parties.
Katie No Comment. I haven't the stomach.
Laura Where has the boob camera taken you now, Laura? You're a real Bontecou.
Loren If lj's server farm were a real farm, all the animals would be dead or at least in the wrong pens. Josh would have fallen down a well and died. Even though the well would be right beneath the kitchen window and he cried for help for over a week while you listened in silence, sipping your morning coffee and spreading copious amounts of butter on your toast.
Mark Algorithmics is not your bag.
Michelle I, honestly, don't have anything to say about you. Sorry?
Seth I often confuse you and Cecil for the same fairy.
Talice You need to grow up and play real music, you child.
Teresa Oh, thanks for the call. Oh, you didn't call? Well Fuck you!
Wil Wil, I try to name-drop you a parties, and I get branded a loser. I'm not a loser, thus you must be a Big Boner of one to cancel out my charm so completely. Also, you played some gay guy in this Lifetime network movie, were you really acting? I mean, really?
Will Once sponsored me for my confirmation. Sponsors are supposed to keep their hands on your shoulders while you're blessed and confirmed. For some reason, I had to keep swatting his hand away from my ass.
Zack You think you're Kid606. More like Kid SucksonDicks.
art Hates his customers.
IM: This is the summer of Brandon damnit! b24arcode: Not quite yet. We haven't kicked it off. IM: there's only so much coke in supply b24arcode: Luckily, we have connects. IM: sniff, they've all moved to meth down here
