Sunday, January 25, 2009

Fly, you Fools


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I'm feeling rather good these days. Honestly I cannot believe how well I'm taking this winter. Usually by this point I'm a useless heap, completely buried in blankets. Of course, February is just around the corner, which is the true test of winter sanity.

Then again, this winter has differed quite dramatically from the last one. No bone-crushing break-up depression, that looking back on, whoa, I was in a bad place.

Although my capacity for wine has grown slightly larger than usual. My tolerance is kind of in the scary levels. That and the "party store" (that's what we call them in the Michigan), has these fantastic deals on these monster bottles of wine. Quantity, not quality. And I'm not exactly the best at cutting myself off. A little more won't hurt...

But it is how I get through the winter gray and darkness. Not a drinking problem, more of a drinking solution. I'm an optimist at heart. I'm also rather fond of leaving all the lights on in the house. I know it may not be all that "green" of me to waste energy, but I'm not wasting it. I need all the light I can get.

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I have the troupe as well. We have three shows (+) the next three weekends running. Two weekends will be spent in Detroit, performing four shows at the Detroit D!rty Show, a huge event all about dirty things related to sex. Fetishes, pornography, a guy who poops paint onto a canvas (P@blo P00p-caso!), all sorts of stuff. And then me, doing my routine. A little nervous about it. yes, yes I am.

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And my heart has gone and done something stupid, like developing a little crush on someone. Its been a while since anyone has shown any sort of promise. So I'm trying to enjoy it as being merely a crush, something fun to day dream about, but sometimes I do take these things a little too seriously. And it seems I never learn my lessons, because, yes, another coworker. Brilliant! I'm a damn fool. Fool!

Anyway, it has future ex-girlfriend written all over it. And silly me, I'm kind of up for it. I think I just might be ready to go big, to get hurt all over again. Yes please, come into my life. Take what you like. Destroy me, please!

Enough about that.

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I did manage to pick up the guitar and learn some new songs. I haven't touched that one for a while.

Anyway, my Sunday morning is almost over, and I must be heading to work soon. Sigh.

Monday, January 19, 2009

I've Really Been into That


Boy wins!

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2009 seems to have kicked off on a somewhat rocky note. Little things keep popping up, minor nuisances that don't do all that much damage, but are really irritating.

Kinda like the leaky pipe/roof in the kitchen problem, which has returned again. Buckets and a garbage can rest underneath the cupboard collecting drips. Yogurt containers all up in the cupboards. A thoroughly soaked dish towel acts as a dam on the counter-top. And, of course, none of the water actually drips into the sink.

Landlord has done nothing, despite repeated calls. Me thinks if I stay in this town another year, I might look into a new place.

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My roommate threw me a curve ball the other day. Unintended, though it filled me with sudden dread. A thought that had not occurred to me. One day, she will move out. Of course she will. And then what do I do? We've endured a lot, and still get along really well as roommates. She's been one of the best, if not thee, and owe her a lot. Just saying hey, you're awesome.

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How many people out there use google as their spell checker? I totally do it all the time.

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Speaking of other internets, I joined up on that other super mega-awesome fun site, the Facebook.

And I'm totally hooked. That shit plugged in like crack in the drug receptors of the neurons of a crackhead. I can't go ten minutes without looking at it. I got it bad. Notification! Notification! I desperately gasp with anticipation as I await that little red flag in the lower right corner. Plus, I can totally trade Star Wars figures with my friends. Fuck yeah S. sent me Yoda the other day. I'm up to 70% of the figures. Shit is so cash.

I'm so over Myspace. Glad I only made a fake profile, well, actually real profile for my moustache. He's grown quite long (over a foot wingspan), and very unruly in his older months. Waxing is a constant chore. I can't eat food if I don't wax the stash, because all the hairs go directly into the food, and then into my mouth. Eating hair feels gross.

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Oh, and some authoring of certain "missed connections," on the other internets site, my other form of computer crack, craigslist, the innerauble depths of pure, raw humanity at its worst, well, ok, missed connections is a must, and in all my adult life, of a low numbered list of requests, I so have never wanted something more (almost) than someone posting a genuine (ahem) connection about me. Preferably female. But hey, at this point, any one showing an ounce of interest in me
, cool, fine, I'll take it.

So someone mentionend me in a mc (for short), as something like "we were sitting next to that queer mustache guy" at an mc aimed at my friend AR. I believed AR, in fact, wrote this. We had been at the bar one night drunkenly discussing our love for craigslist, and what little faith it gives us in humanity, and mostly about the mcs. (more internet crack! and paranthesis). Although she did not. The other guy we were with wrote it, and so I, didn't find this out until after I posted my reply, aimed at my dear, awesome friend AR, which apparently, in her words, "blew my Facebook fuckin' up."

I would like to believe it was my authorship. I do feel most proud of it. I know her well, and what would be the most obvious clues that it was her. It worked. I gave some hint it was me though, which prompted an email from a coworker, reading simply "j?"

So then my friend in Chicago decides to pen one about me, directly noting the obvious mustache, and of course smoking, outside of work. Tempting, but a twenty year old girl was not the wisest age for a man of my high standards. Although, I am in the beginning of my "dirty old man" years, of which I have looked forward to, secretly, for a very long time. That and the "smoking outside" reference was good, but no one in the public can really see us smoking in the new designated smoking area. Well, no public other than the small Village high school that looks in on our newly desiganted smoking area. Nice. But really, all that kids at the school probably smoke cigarettes already, not too mention probably more weed than I do.

Some coworkers specultated inside job. Luckily AR spilled the beans to me about who wrote it, and thus some rather funny text messeges were exchanged.

People still tell me about it. Like one of my stalkers. Who sent a message on myspace to me, with the link to the mc, and said she wanted to break that girl's legs, and send her an envelope full of anthrax. With a sweet coda of "happy new year."

Yeah, i whine about not getting attention from women, but then realize I want "Quality" attention, i.e. someone I would like to engage in the sex with.

I didn't even realize that was a very angry message. I was high on the weed, of course, and thought, "oh hey, cool, no need for violence, just a joke, etc... and of course replied, "happy new year to you!" Ooops. Girls don't like it when you disrespect their scorn. It makes them get madder. Her roommate cleared it up. In a very long talk. long.

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I've also managed to keep my sanity this winter, so far. Despite a few trials here and there, I think things will work out. I've only had a couple minor tweekouts, early nights where all I crave is sleep, to get away from the gray. But overall, I'm weathering the weather rather well. And drinking a lot. I mean, A LOT. Red wine, its how I get through it.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Where I am at


My robot has returned to life. Thanks to the ingenuity of the roommate's bo-hunk, who knows a thing or two about soldering wires. Thanks to you!

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My life is somewhat busy these days. Its odd for me, with all my cherished laziness, to admit it. And while at times during the middle of the winter season I just really want to collapse in a heap in my awesome new bed (A birthday gift from the parents) and not leave the room for days on end, so far so go. I'm not actually feeling the winter blahs. There are things to occupy my time.

For one, I'm pleased to announce, I have finally factored the Public Library into my routine. I've had a library card for years on end, but have finally made it a point to get there once a week. And thus lovingly the library has kept me in movies, music and even an occasional book. And on my toes with each of those products having separate due dates.

I'm not nearly going out as much, which we call hibernation up here in the cold north. Though somehow the steady stream of old friends and old loves coming to town, nearly weekend after weekend has provided ample opportunity to drink entirely too much, as we are also prone to due in the cold north.

Hibernating, or hermit-ing. Its been pretty nice.

Musically, things have taken a turn for the worse. The band has ceased all operations since the drummer moved out of our old abode. I still miss that house, and frequently day dream about winning the lottery and purchasing said house. I guess its a minor break, though we all seem to have other projects keeping us just busy enough. I miss it though, and have finally picked up my accoustic again, despite breaking the strings and requiring new ones, which i will venture out today for.

Work has been tolerable, to a point. Lately the three of us in the basement, the ones that matter anyway, have been playing a sort of game of "new music," where we all try to bring in new and interesting music, and discuss it at length, and sometimes even find ourselves singing along to it.

The boss is constantly challenging me with new things to cook, and create, (i.e. dumping her work on me). And the O pr@h beast has reared its ugly head again, in the form of reruns, which inspired all hell breaking loose last weekend, and me making a metric shit ton of a certain product that is my responsibility. Thanks again, O great one. Despite the challenges, it is officially the slow season, so I'm kinda glad I have new things thrown my way, i.e. actual work to be done, rather then the clever "how the hell can I make this day last 8 hours" game, which is quite bothersome mid February.

The Troupe and I are doing well. Two shows coming up in the future, both on the road for the first time, in Detroit. One at a pornographic convention of sorts, and one at a punk rock collective. Both should be eye-opening experiences. And I will also be perforMAN-ing again, a little too soon than I expected, in Detroit of all places. Whoa. I foresee more sewing in my future.

And as for the future, well, who knows. There has been a potential offer of sorts, not quite officially on the table, but being formulated and thought about much on both ends. Yet another attempt of my friend down south, who may be looking for a new manager of sorts for a restaurant she runs, to get me to move down there... Though this potential proposition could be a good thing, it has some cons that might complicate the matter. More thinking is needed.

And I won't even go into the love life. Nothing but dust and cobwebs in that department. And that's just fine.

Things are good. Things are good.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Off to an Odd Start

So. Yes, I haven't been updating at all, despite renewed promises. Not that all two of you are totally worried in the slightest. I will say, happy New Year to all of you. May 2009 be totally 200-Fine. Anyways, after far too much libations, um, well, I kinda disabled my laptop, due to poor design, and occasionally being drunk while using it, and, sort of dropping it, and thanks to the battery cord finally snapping off of the battery.

After a horribly long phone call to the fine customer service people of Best Buy, a new battery will be here in my abode in 5 to 8 buziness days.

Horribly depressing, because suddenly being stricken computer-less after being plugged in for a year, well, shit, I'm kinda freaking out right now, and am totally using the roommate's computer, without permission, so this is going to be short.

(Roommate - I am totally not downloading porn, I swear.)

Funny how dependent they get you on this technology shit. I feel I must go camping soon, to get back in touch with the nature.

And gasp, I'm actually reading a book these nights, because I forsook most of my technology because I had a laptop to do it all for me.

Oh how delicate my reality is.

I miss my goddamn robot!

(Robot is slang for computer)

Ok, beyond that all is well, and in 5 to 8 buziness days I shall have my robot back (hopefully) and I still will totally only update four times a month. Realistically.

Hope you are all well and good and beyond good.