becaus i've never made a drunk post to killoggs before,I'm totally doing it now. it's frickin past 3 oclock on a tuesday morning and I'm drubk as all hell because i'm totally way too cool to walk down to the castro for the halloween festivities and ended up getting totally wasted at a friends house in the inner richmond and watcing the first 10 minutes of The Blob (teh 2005 version) bfore deciding that it sucked and then watched that Exorcist: the Beginning movie (fuck, I can't evven add the italic HTML tags cos I'm too drunk) and MSTed the hell out of it even tho it did have its good points.
I made tonsa drunk mobile posts to flickr, wich are probably pretty entertaning, and I drunk IMed a bunch of people. wchi is prolly really entertaining too. I'm too much of a dork to put away my sidekick and laptop while getting wasted as hell.
I came home jst now and my rommate is asleep on the sofa with his laptop. so cute.
I'm frickin excited that Cecil is moving to SF tomorrow.
So, for the past couple years I have been recording an album with my band Reception Is Suspected. For those who don’t know me, I describe us as a rock band without guitars.
Anyway, some of my musician friends warned that I should expect “Post Album Depression.” Apparently the abundance of time I will have, now that recording is finished, will propel me into questions of existence and self-worth?
Nevertheless, I love our album (is that pretentious? I don’t care) and Chris Palazzo, who some of you know, floored us with the artwork.
If you want to hear or buy the album you can cruise over to our site www.receptionissuspected.com. Guess I’ll be in the corner reading Dostoevsky and Sartre. Ha!
(13:19:44) josh: you know what would be a funny idea
(13:19:52) kara: no
(13:19:54) kara: i dont
(13:20:11) josh: to look at the wild listings for contract work on craigslist like this one: "If you think you could have built the E-Bay site then your the person I seek." - some dude on craigslist
(13:20:15) josh: and save their info
(13:20:20) josh: and follow up a yeah later
(13:20:23) kara: haha
(13:20:29) josh: and see how they are doing on their new ebay site
(13:20:47) josh: "so, when will the ebay be ready, dude?"
(13:22:05) kara: haha
If your happy local caffe, which is good in all ways (not corporate, excellent service, low prices, friendly baristas who remember drinks, cheaper coffee grounds on Saturdays)
has introduced wireless at 1$/hr, which is pretty cheap relative to other spots,
AND THEY NEVER CHANGE THE PASSWORD, OR HAVE ANY IP TIME-OUT FUNCTION...*
Do you:
A. Say nothing, but pay every time unless you really can't
B. Say nothing and use the wireless for free until they get wise and then act dumb
C. Ask them if the wireless is on the honor system or what
D. Ask some questions about how much the wireless is used and what the profit margins are before deciding whether they need to know
E. Never use the wireless unless you're in a pinch and need it, because it's mostly easier to avoid the dilemma by going up the street three blocks to the apartment complex where there's an unprotected wireless network that belongs to a complete stranger
F: Something else?
*Update: Apparently they have some kind of time out function because the wireless turned off just as I finished this, about an hour after I paid for service... So maybe it only comes on when someone pays?
- everyone on mtv "real world: austin" have the combined iq of 12
- i think going as buckethead for halloween and mysteriously no pictures were taken, makes it even more spooky/mysterious
-"jarhead" might be good
- i'm bummed i have one day of unpaid leave for now, so i can't go to chicago, but also i don't know if i want to travel this weekend?
- i need to start posting on here again
- i really like that "laffy taffy" song
- r. kelly's "trapped in the closet chapters 1-12" dvd will be mine soon
- i am going to die and old maid
xo
My laundry cart is quite the all-terrain vehicle. I just pulled it across an intersection, as cars approached, and wondered if they could tell that for one instant I was the most beautiful thing in the entire world. They were looking upon it, and might not have known. This temperate weather might be the last we have here for many months. A breeze of the perfect temperature was blowing my hair across my face as I was crossing the road.
What if this was the last breeze like this that I ever felt? I thought about that and I hesitated to enter my apartment building. What if its the last breeze like this for six months? That's pretty bad too.
However, I had already confessed to my bartender that I am a true Weekend Worrier, and I might as well close that tab, take my clean laundry, and be on my way. It was nice to have a few drinks while it was washing out though.
Before I came to that magical intersection, and that magical moment of perfection and beauty, I happened upon a dumpster. A temporary dumpster was parked on my road. It was full of books. Tons of books all looked the same. They were all different volumes about Law and something or other. I meant to remember their title, but I've forgotten. Among the books was a terra-cotta pot, which I plucked out of the trash. A man was walking by. I waited for him to disappear from sight, and I tossed the terra-cotta pot up into the air. I laughed out loud when it crashed onto the sidewalk and broke into pieces and noise. The broken pieces will be there for days, but the shattering sound was perhaps mine alone.
The books made me think. Look at all of those words in a dumpster! Words are garbage. Humans produce a lot of garbage, words among it. And so I feel that I shouldn't be so ashamed at the amount of verbal garbage I produce myself. I took some notes tonight. Here they are. Let us see how fast they disintegrate into dust.
"Fucking garments. Spinning around just so I can eliminate the stink and the stains; the proof of my life and my body. Whatever. I gauge the levels of what I have to do to get by in the the situations that I deem important. Clean socks, clean undies. No smells or stains. Good enough."
"Eavesdropping: They exchange names. How useless. If only we had a distinct word for the role each person has played, large and small. No words. Only names. They repeat themselves like homonyms."
"Outside of Baltimore. Who cares? It all gets here eventually. What level should I be concerned about? The universe, the world, the country, the state, BALTIMORE. Here I am."
"My horoscope this week said to be a Tiger. I don't believe in horoscopes until they give me a license to do things I was already tempted to. Like drunks wait for good and bad events as excuses, I've looked around for signs permitting me to go ahead and fuck the roster of ineligible guys I've had my segmented eyes on. In the end, I do nothing, but at least the remorse is gone from my daydreams."
"Eavesdropping: True love and shit like that. This bitch is full of worldly wisdom. Shut the fuck up. All that matters from this conversation is that now I know he is separated, free for fucking. Glad I listened.
It must suck to be stuck in a conversation about love, I mention to him aside.
He is not interested in my wry comments. I can't play up my youth to older men. Futile. I look into his eyes with the same sorry jaded interest that his own separated wife probably shows. I wish I could chatter about such stupid shit like this girl. I can't. He just wants to fuck her. No shame in that. I listen to them and try to pick up skills. I don't want these skills."
A lot of guys call me "sister" lately. A lot of people seem to be afraid of me lately. I paid a dollar for my pizza tonight. Eye contact is a powerful weapon which I rarely wield. Weekend Warrior. Weekend Worrier. My nights must die young... and beautiful.
