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Very very busy. End of monthiness + magazine copy due next week + New Year's = little time to keep up here. I'll post as soon as I can. j.s. |
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Friday, December 23, 2005
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 Yes, that's Nancy Reagan and Mr. T. Merry Christmas kids. |
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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
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250,000 superballs bouncing at once down a San Francisco street can't fill the aching emptiness I feel in my heart... But they'll help. [May take a while to load...but it's worth it.] j.s. |
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
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Okay, you can stop pinging now. I'm here. And it's weekend recap time. - Friday - Luis and I headed over to Casa de Ed for his Keg Beer X-mas party. Good times. Caught up with some folk I hadn't seen in awhile, got to meet Ed's new girlfriend who seems as cool as he'd been describing. Then Luis and I bailed out of there around 11 and headed downtown. For reasons unknown, Mercury Room seemed like a brilliant idea, so we started there. And, aside from a really cute keyboardist in their funk cover band, we were so very, very wrong. I did notice something though. The majority of the honkies dancing in there were way off beat. Like, not even close to anything even resembling the syncopation. It was as if, in their internal soundtrack, they were dancing to a drum-n-bass remix of Hank Williams Jr, spun at 78 speed. Now I ask you, how fucking hard could it possibly be to find the beat of "Car Wash?" I mean c'mon... So, after tiring of watching the epileptic muscular spasms of the rhythmically challenged, we wandered over to Dean's, had a drink or two there. Then headed back to Luis's place to watch some Ali G. - Saturday - My grand plans for the evening involving the Basquiat exhibit were once again dashed, through no fault of my own. I had to go to the Galleria to get the battery in my watch replaced you see. (Required a specialty shop, and I didn't feel like searching one out.) And the Saturday before Xmas + Galleria = Arkham Asylum. As it turned out, it would take the watch people 2 hours to replace the battery. 2 hours. In that place. So I climbed up onto the roof of Galleria II (yes, really) and briefly contemplated liberating several Santa-costumed mannequins from the window of Neiman Marcus and hurling them down at exiting shoppers below. Despite the irony, I thought better of it, and instead wrapped my scarf tightly around my neck, hid in a quiet corner with my green tea, and read Foucault's Pendulum. Which I suppose was just as good. I suppose... Later I caught up with a few friends, played cornea straining amounts of MarioKart, and then had a couple beers over at Barry's Pizza. A place which I will never return to, since they have what is best described as a shrine to the Yankees over their fireplace. Fuck Barry's Pizza. Anyway, after getting dropped off back at Luis's place. I headed over to [TGFTP's] X-mas party which was...interesting. I haven't had to use my +3 Shield of Drama Indifference in a very long time...but it had to be dusted off and cowered behind there quite a few times. Turns out it still works. Good thing too. Wait, I suppose that sounds like I had a "bad" time there doesn't it? Not true. Despite one or two incredibly awkward moments involving her fiancee (which is understandable, since I'm obviously not among his favorite people), I actually had a really good time. And after an hour or so everything was fine between he and I. I just had to let him snipe me a little. All's fair... Anyway, I hadn't seen [TGFTP] in a couple months, so that part was especially nice. What I didn't get to do was catch up with the few people that I actually knew there very much, as most of them headed out an hour or so after I arrived. Unfortunate. Perhaps next time...at their wedding if I were to guess. So instead, I busied myself by being as charming as I know how to be, which is pretty damn charming if I do say so myself. Dispensed lots of fashion advice, NFL predictions, and more than my fair share of musical suggestions. Left about 5, (I'd felt a weakness coming on), and went home. I heard later the party went on until 9ish. *grins* Those kids... - Sunday - I went out to Katy to watch the games with my Dad. Caught up with Danny for dinner at Alfredo's. (Brats & fries make excellent hangover removal tools. Who saw that comin'?) Then had to pick D. up from the airport from his North Carolinan/Georgian adventure. Dropped him off at home and then came back to my place for a quick change before the magazine party at Hue, which proved too much for me to handle after going out every night since Thursday. Stuck around long enough to say hi to my editors, have a drink, get invited to another party they're throwing this Thursday (sigh), and then headed home and crashed. I was also suffering from the Chinstrapped YardGnomes playoff loss to Luis's "Jalapeno Poppin' Lockers," so that might've had a detrimental effect on my night as well. Yep. Our season's over. Ah well...it was a good run. -Monday- Took the day off as I had to go to court at 2:00 for an expired registration sticker. And I'm so glad I did. There was this awesome Little Old Lady there. Here's a rough transcript of her case. Courtroom scene LOL: "I'm 82 years old!" Judge: "So I see." LOL: "I'll be 83 in February God willing!" Judge: "Uh. I hope so too?" LOL: "Well then of course I have a handicapped sign! Why the heck did that policeman still give me a ticket?!?" Judge: "Well, it wasn't personal. You see, to the government you're just a number. For example, in our office? You're number 2400. Did you know that?" LOL: "Hmmph! I thought I was a '10' young man." Judge & courtroom erupt into laughter, none more so than the 6' 1 Leo in the back corner. She hobbles toward the back of the courtroom after her ticket is dismissed and the same Leo, still grinning like a cheshire cat, leaps up and opens the door for her. She smiles up at him and pats him on the elbow. LOL: God bless you sonny. And may God bless little old crotchety Texan ladies. So anyway, after the judge dismissed my ticket as well (apparently he likes Jeeps, what can I say?), I caught up with Luis and K. and headed over to J. and Gwen's place for their X-mas/Engagement gathering, which was good. I hadn't seen those kids in quite a while. Played more Mario Kart, which seems to be the theme of this holiday season, watched a little Family Guy, then took off. Got back home around 11ish and crashed after finishing Foucault's Pendulum. And finally, I think my iTunes is depressed. I have it set to random, but it's played nothing but dark, morbid, painful and wrist slitting music for the past few days. I just tested this theory and it went from: A Perfect Circle - "3 Libras" to Jealous Sound - "Recovery Room" to Red House Painters - "All Mixed Up" to Cursive - "Sierra" Must be the holidays. j.s. |
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Goddammit THIS was genius. Although I suppose it's fitting; it is MIT after all. The high scores...Avogadro's "mole" number, Newton's constant...brilliant. Yes, I'm quite aware of what a dork I am for thinking such things are awesome. Thanks. And, in similar geekiness, I'm at a loss to understand why it is I like Minus the Bear so much. Pretty generic stuff. I think it must be the song titles. "Monkey! Knife! Fight!" "Get Me Naked 2: Electric Boogaloo" and my favorite, "Absinthe Party at the Fly Honey Warehouse." Yeah I know. I'm really not very cool. j.s. |
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Wednesday, December 14, 2005
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Hi there. We're halfway into the week, so I think a weekend recap is a bit unnecessary at this point. Plus I'm really not sure of all the details, so I'd rather not. I can say with 100% assurance that the magazine party was a bit on the lame side. Although I still have a chip on my shoulder about comedy clubs after I was fired from one long ago. The girl that I worked with in the front booth was stealing. I was not. (Irony break: Her name was Karma.) Anyway, there's not a whole lot going on...mostly because it's a Wednesday, the day before payday, and I'm trying to lay low this week. With the exception of this Saturday, which promises to be filled with hours and hours of randomness. And, speaking of random, I can't believe that I've gone this long without downloading any of the old Fishbone songs that I used to have on tape. Actually I can...now that I've listened to them. Lyrically, those guys were just awful. "Black flowers have lost their way!" "May your dog's colon be familiar with the warmth of your breath!" "M-m-m-m-m-my daddy's a drunk..." and my favorite, "I LIKE TO SWIM!" But damned if I don't still dig their sound... *shrug* :::RED SHIFT::: I love all of the Dinosaur Comics that involve T-rex's raccoon and cephalopod neighbors. No, I don't understand why. :::BLUE SHIFT::: Folk Implosion's "Natural One," which just came on my iTunes, is still awesome. And judging from the audio content of this post, I appear to be trapped helplessly in some kind of early 90's musical vortex. Next I'll be extolling the virtues of The Lightning Seeds, Hüsker Dü, and The Dead Milkmen... Which makes me kinda happy to think about actually. 90's! Yow! =] j.s. |
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"Red Stripe toasting o'er an open fire. Jack Daniels nipping at your nose..." The "Xmas Party Season Opener" is tonight at the O.C. See you there. j.s. |
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