I went to 80's night at One Eyed Jacks last night with brother Jon, and my friends Alec and Steve. At 11:30 I made the decision that I was going to be a curfew violator since I was having so much fun and it didn't look like anyone else was too worried about it. At 12:30 the police stormed in, the music stopped, all the lights went on, and everyone was getting kicked out. It was really weird because there was no "last call" or any announcement made. Everything just stopped and out we went to the streets of the French Quarter. So we piled in my car and I dropped off Alec and Steve around the Esplanade/Molly's area. After dropping them off I was driving down Esplanade towards the interstate when I got pulled over. The cop started off all "official" saying that he was from Kansas or something helping out the NOPD. He asked me for my license as well as where I was going and where I worked. I just told him that I was trying to get home, tried to look really scared yet cute, then we had a pretty normal conversation about the museum where I work and he wished me well on my trip home.
Going out in New Orleans is a lot different than it used to be.
when i am doing my ego-centric google searches, i get pretty fucking embarrassed that my band and name are associated with fuckwad killoggs titles such as:
fuck-myspace-com-n******s-site.estsite.org.ru - fuck myspace com ...
who makes titles like that?
what year is this and why do people think racist-idiot words like that are still funny?
to whoever created that trash: here's a big FUCK YOU. your free speech sucks.
last night i met some celebrity quake guy, some little guy who looked like he was seventeen but he was my age. i'd gone to jagermeister night at a dungeon bar with my manager, and the guy was his best friend and i felt obligated to talk to him, he looked real bored or something.
he told me about the finite math he does for arrow movement, and i don't know what that means. he only said it was finite because i asked him if it was like a fractal. i told him about my mice and he told me that he used to experiment on mice and rats at NIH and his stories were pretty incredible. i don't know if i feel offended or not, but i didn't when he was relating them.
there were genetically altered mice that had their dopamine inhibitors fucked with in some way, so that they were flooded with dopamine from birth. their growth was stunted and they were wildly active, they could jump at least ten inches in the air right out of their mazes and were always biting their handlers.
they injected a lot of mice with cocaine, but those stories weren't interesting to me. i wish i could remember them now, though.
there was the rat with a catheter in its carotid artery and one in its trachea, and this guy was all set to administer a dose of adreneline to it. he fucked up the amount and overdosed the rat a hundred fold. he said fluid started fountaining out of the trachea and blood was shooting out of the vein like nothing he had ever seen before, so he injected it with poison because thats what they do when someone fucks up.
he told me about killing mice too, and how theyd separate the vertabrae in one smooth motion with a closed pair of scissors and a little pull on the tail. i said that sounded easy and i think i could do it. he said i'd have to catch the mice first and i said no problem.
it was a very informative evening, i hope i see that dude around again.
I like the story, I like the script. I can't stand Orlando Bloom and Kirsten Dunst in these roles. (OK, I can't stand Orlando Bloom in any role but his goofy, effeminate self in Pirates of the Caribbean.) Susan Sarandon is good, as usual, but her performance reminded me of her equally neurotic character in Moonlight Mile. I suspect that there was some pressure to cast big box-office names, instead of more appropriate, lesser-known actors in the main roles. And the soundtrack didn't really work for me either. It's no Almost Famous, but it's still worth seeing.
