Dear Reality,
I’m sorry to have left you in such a hurry on Tuesday but I had to take a trip away which included songs on repeat, writing numerous drafts that will never be posted, cheesy poems, and bouts of Jack in Box binge eating.
I’m back on terra firma now and I realize I need to be more honest with you and myself, laying out the facts, pulling off the covers of vagueness and dealing with my feelings. As Popeye once said, "I yam what I yam," and I’m a hopeless sap looking for a Dream Girl that doesn’t exist.
Three days in crush-ville has left me feeling incredibly stupid to have even entertained these thoughts. You’ve seen her. Do you blame me for having this one way crush? It’s not any one detail, but how it all comes together that makes her so beautiful to me. I even think her name is beautiful.
Recently, I've started to let myself look forward to the passing friendly smile or two I wanted and thought nothing of it when she returned mine except “Wow, so gorgeous and soo out of my league".
Last month I saw a picture of her online that I hadn’t seen before, and I swooned. I hadn't experienced that wide eye open awe in a long time but feeling it made me feel alive again.
So Reality, you could imagine how giddy as fuck I was when I had a couple interactions with her a week ago. I felt like the high school kid who was just acknowledged by the head cheerleader.
The crush was on and for three days I imagined it possible.
She did nothing to cause this of course, and I wasn't reading more into the situation than was there. I just had to leave you Reality, for those three days I woke up inspired and if I had put my coffee cup down on the tiled counter, slid the patio door open, I would’ve floated away like an escaped Mylar balloon.
Three days until I slapped myself out of it over the weekend, but by Tuesday I felt the blunt of stupidity that had started to build. I've been worn out and exhausted for the last two weeks and I then put myself on this roller coaster of swooning over her, until it crashed and it felt like the cars came off the track that day.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Wednesday morning felt like I finally got most of it out of my system after the rough drive home and a few hours of sleep. I'm surprised of how big of a crush (can it be even called that?) I had on someone I still don't know and a little bummed knowing that this is one girl I will never kiss.
Thankfully she will never know any of this happened.
* My awesome friend summed it up best for me
7.28.2005
In Burbank for dinner
Choice was between Fatburger and Fuddruckers to be decided by two out three of RPS.
Scissors - Scissors
Rock – Paper
Damn! She’s one up.
Paper - Paper
Scissors - Scissors
A volley of Scissors - Scissors were thrown down. I laughed at the silliness, but she was determined to kick my ass.
Finally I killed it Scissors over Paper and Fuddruckers was cooked to perfection, stuffed down our faces, with ranch spilt onto my shirt. Messy yummy.
We made a horrible couple in the past, work well as friends and are equals in RPS.
Scissors - Scissors
Rock – Paper
Damn! She’s one up.
Paper - Paper
Scissors - Scissors
A volley of Scissors - Scissors were thrown down. I laughed at the silliness, but she was determined to kick my ass.
Finally I killed it Scissors over Paper and Fuddruckers was cooked to perfection, stuffed down our faces, with ranch spilt onto my shirt. Messy yummy.
We made a horrible couple in the past, work well as friends and are equals in RPS.
I don't need a chaser
Tuesday evening started with my friend taking me out to try the Thai-American restaurant Toi on Sunset, which was good and it had the rock poster theme that makes look to it a Hot Topic eatery. Our waiter was cool to help make recommendations as to which direction to go on some the dishes we picked.Got home around 9 pm, showered and debated even going to Kiss or Kill. It was International Noise Conspiracy secret show night and I've read that not much love was sent towards KorK in general and that it was just too darn crowded/hot. I don’t feel liked I missed anything
Bang Sugar Bang was at their best and a small bunch of new people stuck around after International Noise Conspiracy to see them which is always cool. Seeing Matt play reminded me how when I first saw them over a year ago. All groups go through a transitional up/down phase and Matt's earlier hand problem was a down period for the band obviously. I imagine that we are now seeing a whole butterfly leaving the cocoon period with a new record deal and Cooper’s predictions/timeline Matt once told Corey and me about, this is only the beginning of an amazing year for the band.
After the set I took a hit off the infamous tequila gun and gagged partly because of this sinus thing I'm fighting and the strength of the stream caught me off guard. Went into the bathroom coughing like crazy to wash off some of the tequila I sprayed out and a stranger concerned, asked if I was having an asthma attack. I tried talking but nothing came out but more coughs until I scratched out "tequila gun shot" from my throat. “Yeah that will do it” he replied.Corey is quite amused because when I was waiting for the shot, he said I need a chaser, and I was “I don't need a chaser. I never use anything for a chaser.” At this point he went ahead to the bathroom and heard the whole hacking conversation with the stranger, but he didn't know it was me until he saw me walking out. I know I'm going to hear more of this.
Funny: Someone, who shall remain anonymous, really believed I was riding my bike home. 30 miles. On a bike. To Walnut. At 2 in the morning. So gullible.
Not funny: I was a little short with someone, already annoyed by the bartender.
Funny: Person No.1, very odd girl
Post Script: I try to check my issues at the door, and lately it has been a frustrating situation I find myself in, but KorK (the bands, the nice people I've meet lately, old friends) is like morphine for my wounded self and I love that.
tags: kiss or kill, bang sugar bang
7.27.2005
Old post No.2: part 3 - I'm a lot of things
[Another old draft I never posted from many months ago. Part 1 and 2 were deleted]
Part 2 recap: crazy time walking the dog, taking pictures, and being dragged around the Glendale Galleria.
Then I had Starbucks, went to KorK and it went all wacky after that. Too much caffeine plus cheap PBRs plus feeling a bit unlikable make for a strange acting Robert.
I was hyper, drunk, and craving attention and by the end of the night I was doing odd things for even myself. Fortunately things are cool, but maybe I need to step away from the seeing the bands thing.
Excuses, excuses. I just wanted to kiss someone's neck.
Part 2 recap: crazy time walking the dog, taking pictures, and being dragged around the Glendale Galleria.
Then I had Starbucks, went to KorK and it went all wacky after that. Too much caffeine plus cheap PBRs plus feeling a bit unlikable make for a strange acting Robert.
I was hyper, drunk, and craving attention and by the end of the night I was doing odd things for even myself. Fortunately things are cool, but maybe I need to step away from the seeing the bands thing.
Excuses, excuses. I just wanted to kiss someone's neck.
7.26.2005
Summer at Shatter Creek
Went to see Los Abandoned again at the Echo, and Summer at Shatter Creek were playing later that night so I stayed to check them out. I liked what I heard when first exposed to them a few months ago from some mp3 blog and they were perfectly scheduled first up.Dark, moody, but mostly enchanting. A guy behind a organ piano and a girl drummer. They would quickly sample his voice and/or her drums before each song and then play on top of the looped samples for a haunting effect.
Fit my mood this Monday while the fun of Los Abandoned was perfect for last week.
Skinny hipsters were not amused with the birthday party for for LA singer Lady P making alot of noise by the front door. Not much that SaSC could do but play and take it in stride, though quick flashes of annoyance were there.
I was sucked in and barely noticed.
SaSc website
SaSC myspace page
tags: summer at shatter creek
7.25.2005
old post #1
[I'm clearing out all the old drafts I never posted for some reason]
The Pasadena party was winding down so we bailed looking for somewhere to eat and after Corey shot down Fred62 we went out to Nova Express for some late night eating. Very funky space alien themed cafe where you can order pizza by the slice and it's served on a plate, and in our case, by a fittingly spacey waitress. I opted for a toasted salami sandwich. Quite Tasty.
Talked to Corey about him moving up to the Bay Area, which would suck for me since he is one of my best friends. Amusingly he learns more about me through this blog lately, so I leave little cryptic references that only he will get sometimes.
Midway was playing the next night out in Hawthorne for club burn @ the Rock-It Cafe. Looking online, this place is often described as dive-y, but it was clean, bright, with an okay sound system. Reminded me of a 90's version of Archie’s from Happy Days and Corey thought of it more of a converted pizza joint which fit just as well. Maybe it's different during the day or just dive-y by South Bay standards.
They played cool 80's music afterwards and a good group of locals were dancing away, having a blast. The music and atmosphere brought back memories of the roving Bat Cave or some other named that escapes me that a DJ would set up for high school kids throughout Bay Area suburbs. We found them great places to hook up with people, have a house party afterwards to get drunk and stoned, back when I did the latter.
We watched the group dance to Tones on Tail while this Old Cowboy who was bugging Corey earlier dances the late hours away with girls in the group. One girl I casually watched and made brief eye contact with when she looked around but she didn't seemed too bothered by me. (No it wasn't a "checking out" type of situation)
I should have a shirt that reads "I have a staring problem" just to make light of my little observing problem. Half the time I'm just watching the flow of a room or will observe in detail the way a girl will cover her legs with a jacket when cold, sometimes pulling the feet up on the booth seat, right leg underneath the left with her light weight leaning onto her left hip and giving the appearance of counterbalance with a dangling Martini glass in the right hand. The coat slips a bit revealing the upper edge of her white knee highs when she leaned forward, more smiling than laughing over some silly joke her friend said.
Doesn't everyone see the world this way?
The Pasadena party was winding down so we bailed looking for somewhere to eat and after Corey shot down Fred62 we went out to Nova Express for some late night eating. Very funky space alien themed cafe where you can order pizza by the slice and it's served on a plate, and in our case, by a fittingly spacey waitress. I opted for a toasted salami sandwich. Quite Tasty.Talked to Corey about him moving up to the Bay Area, which would suck for me since he is one of my best friends. Amusingly he learns more about me through this blog lately, so I leave little cryptic references that only he will get sometimes.
Midway was playing the next night out in Hawthorne for club burn @ the Rock-It Cafe. Looking online, this place is often described as dive-y, but it was clean, bright, with an okay sound system. Reminded me of a 90's version of Archie’s from Happy Days and Corey thought of it more of a converted pizza joint which fit just as well. Maybe it's different during the day or just dive-y by South Bay standards.
They played cool 80's music afterwards and a good group of locals were dancing away, having a blast. The music and atmosphere brought back memories of the roving Bat Cave or some other named that escapes me that a DJ would set up for high school kids throughout Bay Area suburbs. We found them great places to hook up with people, have a house party afterwards to get drunk and stoned, back when I did the latter.
We watched the group dance to Tones on Tail while this Old Cowboy who was bugging Corey earlier dances the late hours away with girls in the group. One girl I casually watched and made brief eye contact with when she looked around but she didn't seemed too bothered by me. (No it wasn't a "checking out" type of situation)
I should have a shirt that reads "I have a staring problem" just to make light of my little observing problem. Half the time I'm just watching the flow of a room or will observe in detail the way a girl will cover her legs with a jacket when cold, sometimes pulling the feet up on the booth seat, right leg underneath the left with her light weight leaning onto her left hip and giving the appearance of counterbalance with a dangling Martini glass in the right hand. The coat slips a bit revealing the upper edge of her white knee highs when she leaned forward, more smiling than laughing over some silly joke her friend said.
Doesn't everyone see the world this way?
7.24.2005
Listening to the lemons drop
Poor thirsty kids in Africa will never know the taste of lemonade made from the fruit dropping off my tree every few minutes.It must be the evening temperatures cooling off causing this expansion or contraction or some sort of mechanism that for this hour I've been listening as each yellow mass makes it way through the branches with a thudding stop onto the cement.
Reality Setting In
Spent this weekend
Realized a couple things this weekend: That I'm horribly out of shape and came back to reality about DG (a title, not a name), who has been on my mind ALL week, but it was wonderful thought while it lasted.
Traveling in Place
Finally made it out to the LA Live Steamers Railroad Museum in Griffith Park for free train rides on scaled down replicas of steam and electric engines. Can't beat free anything and this freeness happens only on Sundays before 3 pm.For your Disney freaks, the Disney Barn is also located here. (fyi: site is small world annoying).
Always open and free is Travel Town for full size trains and a less interesting train ride for two bucks. Still it is better than the original train on the pony ride side of the park, but not as scenic as the Tilden Park miniature steamer up in the Bay Area, where your dog can ride for for free too.Why do I know this?
Oh simple weekends to daydream, ride trains, listen to this song on repeat, and melt away without air conditioning.
7.21.2005
Los Abandoned @ Echo 7.18.05 + 7.25
Los Abandoned are playing one more early show at the Echo on 7.25 to test out new material plus new arrangements on some of the favorites. The show on last Monday was downright amazing.
Doors at 8 show 8.30-9.30 Free if over 21, otherwise 5 bucks.
They always nearly lie down during "Los Angeles", in every show I've seen, but this time they were completely flat for a couple minutes with nearly 80 percent of the large audience lying/sitting on the floor of the Echo.
Yeah I didn't because that had to be the dirtiest floor ever, that and I was sort of sitting on the stage already. I looked back and saw my poor friend getting stared down by the little ones because she also remained solitarily upright in the middle of the floor.
I lost the picture of that scene sadly.
tags: los abandoned
This one can be skipped
If the last post didn't make any sense (do any of them?), I might have not explained how incrediably tired I was yesterday when I wrote it.
In bed by 3 AM, alarm set to 4.45, I woke up to the alarm and jumped into the shower which alerted me enough 10 minutes later to noticed that it was only 3.45. I'm still a little confused when I checked the alarm (still set for 4.45) as to what woke me up.
Went back to sleep got up again at the right time, realizing the mistake of sleeping with wet hair and finished getting dressed. Had some coffee and dozed in out of sleep still sitting upright on the couch, hot coffee in my lap. Figured I'd get going before burning myself and drove to Anaheim to drop something off making it there by 5.50 am and arrived to work in Gardena at 6.20 am.
I'm surprised that with a little more than 1.25 hours of sleep I managed to work, carry on conversations (sounded a little drunk answering the phone though), wrote a post that made any sense, a really cheesy "dg" one I will not post here, and still not fall asleep on the commute home and becoming a sig-alert..
On an unrelated note:
I'm a little giddy from something I read out of the blue this morning.
You know, I did warn you about this post. The only significant part is the vague one at the end.
In bed by 3 AM, alarm set to 4.45, I woke up to the alarm and jumped into the shower which alerted me enough 10 minutes later to noticed that it was only 3.45. I'm still a little confused when I checked the alarm (still set for 4.45) as to what woke me up.
Went back to sleep got up again at the right time, realizing the mistake of sleeping with wet hair and finished getting dressed. Had some coffee and dozed in out of sleep still sitting upright on the couch, hot coffee in my lap. Figured I'd get going before burning myself and drove to Anaheim to drop something off making it there by 5.50 am and arrived to work in Gardena at 6.20 am.
I'm surprised that with a little more than 1.25 hours of sleep I managed to work, carry on conversations (sounded a little drunk answering the phone though), wrote a post that made any sense, a really cheesy "dg" one I will not post here, and still not fall asleep on the commute home and becoming a sig-alert..
On an unrelated note:
I'm a little giddy from something I read out of the blue this morning.
You know, I did warn you about this post. The only significant part is the vague one at the end.
7.20.2005
El lack of sleeping after El Cid
Tossed and turned and managed a couple bouts of sleep of no more than 45 minutes at a time. Maybe it was the late night eating to help drive the 30 miles home, tank heading towards empty, or that I'm still sick and should've been sleeping and not drinking. Oh well I had fun.
If I'd slept, I would've missed that moment when the words "swoon, swoon, swoon" filled my head. It was one of my random "last night was weird" moments of seeing someone again.
Stronger impressions of offering my last piece of warm gum to a really cool person I'm just starting to get to know.
I'll remember that So Unloved sounded amazing. Easily the best show that I've seen of theirs so far.
I had never been to El Cid before and was pleasantly surprised by the layout of the building. Walking down sets of stairs that switched back and forth until reaching the courtyard with built in booths and an upper terrace on the far end. Now intrigued to see it in the daylight.
Amused that Person No.1 couldn't remember my name and claimed they also knew my last name while Person No.2 that I just meet a few minutes earlier chimed in that they knew both, and did.
Last night was weird like a sheepish smile to a beautiful girl who didn't react badly (friendly smile back, nothing else), feeling left alone in the back of bus, or randomly parking in front of a piece of guerilla art.
Art by: Invader
Recent LA exhibit at six space
If I'd slept, I would've missed that moment when the words "swoon, swoon, swoon" filled my head. It was one of my random "last night was weird" moments of seeing someone again.
Stronger impressions of offering my last piece of warm gum to a really cool person I'm just starting to get to know.
I'll remember that So Unloved sounded amazing. Easily the best show that I've seen of theirs so far.
I had never been to El Cid before and was pleasantly surprised by the layout of the building. Walking down sets of stairs that switched back and forth until reaching the courtyard with built in booths and an upper terrace on the far end. Now intrigued to see it in the daylight.
Amused that Person No.1 couldn't remember my name and claimed they also knew my last name while Person No.2 that I just meet a few minutes earlier chimed in that they knew both, and did.
Last night was weird like a sheepish smile to a beautiful girl who didn't react badly (friendly smile back, nothing else), feeling left alone in the back of bus, or randomly parking in front of a piece of guerilla art.
Art by: Invader
Recent LA exhibit at six space
forgot to mention
That I don't know how to bet profitably on horse racing, winning only $ 3.20 at the track Friday, which I quickly turn into a couple dollar beers and a hot dog.
I would also mention Coolio was boring as fuck when you're sober and probably wasn't that interesting 15 years ago either. Birthday Girl was a few levels below boozed out meltdown and stole beer from some guy who was busy taking a photo of his friends. The guy took it pretty well seeing how un-sly Birthday Girl was about it and it didn't hurt that Friend of Birthday Girl covered and apologizing (imagine pic of pretty girls apologizing and guy forgiving all).
The things you can get away with Boob-Power™, huh?
We left after the fourth song for ahouse kiddie party in Pasadena and found out later that Birthday Girl tore a ligament while grooving to Coolio.
Oh how did you hurt your leg?
Rock climbing? -- Bar fight? -- Running with the bulls?
No I was dancing to Coolio.
Such a gimp.
I would also mention Coolio was boring as fuck when you're sober and probably wasn't that interesting 15 years ago either. Birthday Girl was a few levels below boozed out meltdown and stole beer from some guy who was busy taking a photo of his friends. The guy took it pretty well seeing how un-sly Birthday Girl was about it and it didn't hurt that Friend of Birthday Girl covered and apologizing (imagine pic of pretty girls apologizing and guy forgiving all).
The things you can get away with Boob-Power™, huh?
We left after the fourth song for a
Oh how did you hurt your leg?
Rock climbing? -- Bar fight? -- Running with the bulls?
No I was dancing to Coolio.
Such a gimp.
7.19.2005
Timeless advice
No, I didn't write it. Having trouble uploading pictures from last night, so this is it for now.
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You asked:
"I am a foreigner, so I missed all the dating training Americans get during high school years ... what is the lady supposed to do on the first date???"
Two words... Blow jobs. Just so you know, American woman ALWAYS give blow jobs, or at least hand jobs, on a first date. ALWAYS. You stick by that rule little lady, and you'll always be popular with the guys.
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You asked:
"I am a foreigner, so I missed all the dating training Americans get during high school years ... what is the lady supposed to do on the first date???"
Two words... Blow jobs. Just so you know, American woman ALWAYS give blow jobs, or at least hand jobs, on a first date. ALWAYS. You stick by that rule little lady, and you'll always be popular with the guys.
- this is in or around Los Angeles
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7.14.2005
awesome
My friend Cortney is awesome because:
She puts up with my shit.
She can speak Swedish.
She makes a broccoli pie that everyone loves except me. Come on, its broccoli, Eww.
She used to let me drive her super fast turbo VW bug all around all crazy and shit in-between cars back and forth, flipping people off and then when they came on back up to me I'd cut them off and they would skid off the embankment and die and shit, which sucked for them but since it wasn't my car they busted her and she covered OG style for me, serving something like 3 yrs in prison and that was rough on her with the crack smuggling and stabbing of her cellmate who got up all in her shit and Cortney was all like "hey bitch why you up in my shit" and the Riverside resident former meth lab owner, said "What you say? You ain't taking my saltines" and Cortney had to stop the shit right there and fast, 'cause she has a street cred to protect and knifed that skanky dirty whore right there in the cell covering her mouth and staring into the bulging eyes of the dying girl.
"Bitches. Can't live with them, can't kill them. Well not legally" as she laughed maniacally.
Happy Birthday Cortney even though it was last Sunday, but we'll party old school style with Tone-Loc and Coolio tomorrow!
Yo bitch! Why ain't you walking?
Read the sign. No parking you dirty whores. Shit didn't your momma teach you anything but skanking your dirty whore ass around town like Paris Hilton?
She puts up with my shit.
She can speak Swedish.
She makes a broccoli pie that everyone loves except me. Come on, its broccoli, Eww.
She used to let me drive her super fast turbo VW bug all around all crazy and shit in-between cars back and forth, flipping people off and then when they came on back up to me I'd cut them off and they would skid off the embankment and die and shit, which sucked for them but since it wasn't my car they busted her and she covered OG style for me, serving something like 3 yrs in prison and that was rough on her with the crack smuggling and stabbing of her cellmate who got up all in her shit and Cortney was all like "hey bitch why you up in my shit" and the Riverside resident former meth lab owner, said "What you say? You ain't taking my saltines" and Cortney had to stop the shit right there and fast, 'cause she has a street cred to protect and knifed that skanky dirty whore right there in the cell covering her mouth and staring into the bulging eyes of the dying girl.
"Bitches. Can't live with them, can't kill them. Well not legally" as she laughed maniacally.
Happy Birthday Cortney even though it was last Sunday, but we'll party old school style with Tone-Loc and Coolio tomorrow!
Yo bitch! Why ain't you walking? Read the sign. No parking you dirty whores. Shit didn't your momma teach you anything but skanking your dirty whore ass around town like Paris Hilton?
Happy B-Day Parties
I'd told myself Wednesday morning that I would be taking a break from shows, lay low and such and try not to piss off people by "trying too hard". (This would be foreshadowing an upcoming post)
So I’m at The Whiskey that same Wednesday to see Midway, who are playing a semi-private party for a guy named Phil.
I'm not a "Friend of Phil", but I want to be.
Phil seemed super nice and all the people that he invited were just as friendly which says a lot in my opinion. One party guest even bought Corey a drink just because he thought Corey was a "Friend of Phil".
Colin was there being his oddball happy self and kept calling me Robert Dean Sausage, mostly just Sausage. Throwing in some pumping fists into the air as lead by Colin, it was a silly little group of us hanging out.
I imagine most of us can't rent out the Whisky and a school bus to drag your drunken friends around and avoid Sunset Strip parking, but I so would if I had the money.
Since I wasn't a "Friend of Phil" but just a "Groupie of Midway" I parked way up past Doheny and had to walk past the silly young punker/trashers (?) all dressed the same from whatever show at the Key Club. One young girl was yelling at a cab because she want to walk in front of him while he was driving. I commented to my friend that there is always one girl way too drunk, throwing things, or breaking windows as they stumble down the street in each group and then thought about how I used to date a girl like that many, many years ago.
Oh the memories. That crazy psycho ex-girlfriend held a knife to my neck while I was pinned down on a couch once, but that story is for a whole different post.
Mental Note:
Crazy girls: bad
Birthday parties: good
Speaking of which, Friday is the B-Day spectacular with Horse Racing, One dollar beers, Tone-Loc and Coolio at Hollywood Park in da'Wood. (Inglewood, fools)
Random things from last night:
Before Midway's set, they had these four girls perform a group salsa routine. Weird but fun to watch.
They handed out fake oscars to other birthday folks, kind of like runner up prizes. One girl decided to lie out on the stage floor, started tounging the trophy head for pictures. Dan T. gave this very drunk winner a birthday hug on her way off the stage and she seemed a little confused as to if she knew him or not, but he totally acted like he knew her.
So sly Dan. So sly.
So I’m at The Whiskey that same Wednesday to see Midway, who are playing a semi-private party for a guy named Phil.
I'm not a "Friend of Phil", but I want to be.
Phil seemed super nice and all the people that he invited were just as friendly which says a lot in my opinion. One party guest even bought Corey a drink just because he thought Corey was a "Friend of Phil".
Colin was there being his oddball happy self and kept calling me Robert Dean Sausage, mostly just Sausage. Throwing in some pumping fists into the air as lead by Colin, it was a silly little group of us hanging out.
I imagine most of us can't rent out the Whisky and a school bus to drag your drunken friends around and avoid Sunset Strip parking, but I so would if I had the money.
Since I wasn't a "Friend of Phil" but just a "Groupie of Midway" I parked way up past Doheny and had to walk past the silly young punker/trashers (?) all dressed the same from whatever show at the Key Club. One young girl was yelling at a cab because she want to walk in front of him while he was driving. I commented to my friend that there is always one girl way too drunk, throwing things, or breaking windows as they stumble down the street in each group and then thought about how I used to date a girl like that many, many years ago.
Oh the memories. That crazy psycho ex-girlfriend held a knife to my neck while I was pinned down on a couch once, but that story is for a whole different post.
Mental Note:
Crazy girls: bad
Birthday parties: good
Speaking of which, Friday is the B-Day spectacular with Horse Racing, One dollar beers, Tone-Loc and Coolio at Hollywood Park in da'Wood. (Inglewood, fools)
Random things from last night:
Before Midway's set, they had these four girls perform a group salsa routine. Weird but fun to watch.
They handed out fake oscars to other birthday folks, kind of like runner up prizes. One girl decided to lie out on the stage floor, started tounging the trophy head for pictures. Dan T. gave this very drunk winner a birthday hug on her way off the stage and she seemed a little confused as to if she knew him or not, but he totally acted like he knew her.
So sly Dan. So sly.
I love Wallace & Gromit
Who?
Wallace & Gromit!
You know "A Grand Day Out" (Nominated for an Academy Award 89), "The Wrong Trousers" (Oscar Winner 93), "A Close Shave" (Oscar Winner 95)??
I always fall asleep during the Oscars and those were shorts.
Totally understandable, did you see the movie Chicken Run?
Oh yeah, that was pretty good.
Well Wallace & Gromit is better.
click for a clip of "A Close Shave" (quicktime movie)
Click to the trailer page to see the preview.
Opens October 7th.
October is the coolest month to be born in too.
tags: Wallace & Gromit
Wallace & Gromit!
You know "A Grand Day Out" (Nominated for an Academy Award 89), "The Wrong Trousers" (Oscar Winner 93), "A Close Shave" (Oscar Winner 95)??
I always fall asleep during the Oscars and those were shorts.
Totally understandable, did you see the movie Chicken Run?
Oh yeah, that was pretty good.
Well Wallace & Gromit is better.
click for a clip of "A Close Shave" (quicktime movie) Click to the trailer page to see the preview.Opens October 7th.
October is the coolest month to be born in too.
tags: Wallace & Gromit
7.13.2005
some blurry photos from Kiss Or Kill
At some point I was at a show last night and caught the very end of Underwater City People.
Afterwards Celeste was silly.
The Atomic Missiles are now my new (non-pu$$ycow) favorite band to watch at kiss or kill.
1) Because they're great.
2) They have some of the best fans ever.
King Cheetah were playing at their best last night.
Bang Sugar Bang, amazing as always, and recently signed to SOS records (Adicts, the Exploited, the Toy Dolls) btw.
Jeff Penalty (Dead Kennedys) joined the band for a song.
1) Yes, I know I need a real camera.
2) My B-day is in October if you want to buy me a camera. An used one is okay.
3) Last night was weird.
4) More posting to follow.
Afterwards Celeste was silly.
The Atomic Missiles are now my new (non-pu$$ycow) favorite band to watch at kiss or kill.
1) Because they're great.
2) They have some of the best fans ever.
King Cheetah were playing at their best last night.
Bang Sugar Bang, amazing as always, and recently signed to SOS records (Adicts, the Exploited, the Toy Dolls) btw.
Jeff Penalty (Dead Kennedys) joined the band for a song.
1) Yes, I know I need a real camera.
2) My B-day is in October if you want to buy me a camera. An used one is okay.
3) Last night was weird.
4) More posting to follow.
7.11.2005
Moo
I'm sick and my slowed down state coats a reflective edge to my thoughts today.
So I share:
Browsing along the internets and I see how far people have gone in their life and I look back seeing how I've wasted time so much. It's amazing to me how incredibly lazy I was back then.
There are choices that I will never regret and just have to deal with the bad ones, but I worry now that I'm running out of time to hit some of my goals.
Yes my friends, I have goals that I'm meeting and more that I'm aiming for. It's not just day dreams, band name dropping, love sick memories of crushes and bitching on this blog.
Well, not always.
I'm doing a fair job of handling my responsibilities and I haven't felt so "me" in years. I'm writing and drawing, though I don't think my painting will be like it was in high school, but that's okay, I now have sculptures on my mind.
I have family now and a few great friends with a social group to boot in a town I hardly know with so much to discover. Being single in Los Angeles is also scary but that in itself is big and just means some of this will be a self discovery of the city and of me.
Yeah.
Come say hi:
I think I'm going to hit LACMA - free after 5 - sometime this weekMon: don’t bug me, I’m sleeping – go to the viper room, or come over with soup. Baby me, I’m sick ;)
Tues: Kiss or Kill @ The Echo
Wed: something or another
Midway at The Whiskey - not pay to play
The Randies at CSU Fullerton 8 bucks + unlimited carnival rides
Thursday - something or another
Friday: Hollywood Park for a B-day party + betting on horses + Tone Loc and Coolio
Midway at the Scene
So I share:
Browsing along the internets and I see how far people have gone in their life and I look back seeing how I've wasted time so much. It's amazing to me how incredibly lazy I was back then.
There are choices that I will never regret and just have to deal with the bad ones, but I worry now that I'm running out of time to hit some of my goals.
Yes my friends, I have goals that I'm meeting and more that I'm aiming for. It's not just day dreams, band name dropping, love sick memories of crushes and bitching on this blog.
Well, not always.
I'm doing a fair job of handling my responsibilities and I haven't felt so "me" in years. I'm writing and drawing, though I don't think my painting will be like it was in high school, but that's okay, I now have sculptures on my mind.
I have family now and a few great friends with a social group to boot in a town I hardly know with so much to discover. Being single in Los Angeles is also scary but that in itself is big and just means some of this will be a self discovery of the city and of me.
Yeah.
Come say hi:
I think I'm going to hit LACMA - free after 5 - sometime this weekMon: don’t bug me, I’m sleeping – go to the viper room, or come over with soup. Baby me, I’m sick ;)
Tues: Kiss or Kill @ The Echo
Wed: something or another
Midway at The Whiskey - not pay to play
The Randies at CSU Fullerton 8 bucks + unlimited carnival rides
Thursday - something or another
Friday: Hollywood Park for a B-day party + betting on horses + Tone Loc and Coolio
Midway at the Scene
7.08.2005
Swoon
Saw a new picture of someone today and I just swooned.
I like it when that happens.
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I was a weird kid in the mid 80s.
As a freshman/sophomore, I was listening to everything from cheesy new wave hits of the early eighties, getting into old Clash, Ramones, Talking Heads, and early Metallica (thanks to an older brother) when they were just a local band you could bump into at the local comic store.
One band that I fell in love with then was Prefab Sprout with Paddy McAloon's amazing, though at times incredibly cheesy and sappy, love-sick lyrics put to this jazzy indie pop music which understandably never found a US audience.
Read more
Go ahead and listen to their second album Two Wheels Good on Amazon (link) but you probably won't like it based on the samples. Read the reviews first and keep an open mind.
Anyhow, I use tell people that if they wanted to understand me, you would have to understand Prefab Sprout. Still true.
tags: prefab sprout
I like it when that happens.
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I was a weird kid in the mid 80s.
As a freshman/sophomore, I was listening to everything from cheesy new wave hits of the early eighties, getting into old Clash, Ramones, Talking Heads, and early Metallica (thanks to an older brother) when they were just a local band you could bump into at the local comic store.
One band that I fell in love with then was Prefab Sprout with Paddy McAloon's amazing, though at times incredibly cheesy and sappy, love-sick lyrics put to this jazzy indie pop music which understandably never found a US audience.
One of the most beloved British pop bands of the '80s and '90s, Prefab Sprout has had a minimum of chart success in the United States, where they're all but unknown outside of their devoted cult following, but singer/songwriter Paddy McAloon is regularly hailed as one of the great songwriters of his era. Critics regularly compare McAloon favorably to Elvis Costello, Paul McCartney, and even Cole Porter, but the self-effacing and publicity-shy performer modestly prefers to let his increasingly rare albums speak for themselves.
Read more
Go ahead and listen to their second album Two Wheels Good on Amazon (link) but you probably won't like it based on the samples. Read the reviews first and keep an open mind.
Anyhow, I use tell people that if they wanted to understand me, you would have to understand Prefab Sprout. Still true.
tags: prefab sprout
7.07.2005
Venice sights and sounds
I saw a man on a tricycle talking about closing some real estate deal.
Work never ends for some.
Two girls walking their dog, stopping to chase each other on the lawn I was standing at.
Passersby, walkers, bicyclists, tourists wondered as to what I was looking up at in the air. They would look up, see my kite and I secretly wished I was just pretending to look at something.
Homeless interaction. Watch a couple guys walk back and forth and happen to follow them on my way out. One sees a half cigarette lying on the ground and stops to point it out to his homeless buddy.
Homeless No.1: Man look at this.
Homeless No.2: What?
Homeless No.2: Oh man come on.
Homeless No.1: No look, what a waste.
Homeless No.2: Man don't pick it up, come on.
Homeless No.1: No. I'm just saying that someone started one and threw it away. It's not even half smoked.
Homeless No.2: I'm walking.
They both start walking again.
Homeless No.1: Granted it's a Virgina Slim but it's still a waste.
Homeless No.2: Yeah. (pause) Man that dog is huge!
Work never ends for some.
Two girls walking their dog, stopping to chase each other on the lawn I was standing at.
Passersby, walkers, bicyclists, tourists wondered as to what I was looking up at in the air. They would look up, see my kite and I secretly wished I was just pretending to look at something.
Homeless interaction. Watch a couple guys walk back and forth and happen to follow them on my way out. One sees a half cigarette lying on the ground and stops to point it out to his homeless buddy.
Homeless No.1: Man look at this.
Homeless No.2: What?
Homeless No.2: Oh man come on.
Homeless No.1: No look, what a waste.
Homeless No.2: Man don't pick it up, come on.
Homeless No.1: No. I'm just saying that someone started one and threw it away. It's not even half smoked.
Homeless No.2: I'm walking.
They both start walking again.
Homeless No.1: Granted it's a Virgina Slim but it's still a waste.
Homeless No.2: Yeah. (pause) Man that dog is huge!
Escape from work
Skipped out of work early not to hit the Warped Tour as planned but since a project had to be finished that day and I finished it up and bailed early regardless, not feeling bad about it at all.
Well if I wasn't going to have fun at the Warped tour, might as well go fly a kite on the beach instead.
First I treated myself to Tito's Tacos in Culver City for the tacos. I wasn't even hungry but whatever tacos make me happy. Then I drove down to Venice finding parking plentiful by the south end of the shops and headed towards the Venice Pier which appeared further than it actually was. Called my brother in the Bay Area and rubbed it in that I was at the beach while he was stuck working, because brothers do those petty things to each other all the time.
If it wasn't for those stupid tacos I might have caught an early dinner at C&Os. If you have never tried C & O Trattoria (C & O) located at the start of the pier, you're missing out on gigantic half portions and super yummy garlic rolls. Oh well walked up the pier with a watery mouth instead.
I watched the surfers chit chat while waiting for a decent size wave to come in, but without a zoom on my phone they were too far to take any pictures of. A quick moment of panic when my treo frozed and I didn't have anything small enough to reset it. Fortunately found a twig on the outside of the railing that worked surprisingly well. (yes I'm now aware of the little thing on the stylus now).
Walked all the way to the North end of the shops watching the vendors smile at anyone one who passed by hoping for a "donation" in exchange of goods. I used to think that it would be easy to set up shop along the strand, but standing in the sun for ten hours would kill me and how do you get something to eat or use the bathroom if you’re selling by yourself?
Strolled through the crowds with water bottle in one hand (Californians carry water, tourists don't) and my kite in the other. European tourists and cute girls everywhere, with far less trashy folks that you see on the weekends so it wasn't too annoying.
Found the perfect kite flying spot with a wide open lawn and shade from the palm trees. I was going to take more pictures, but really it's just sand and water, isn't it? Use your imagination.
A few more pictures can be found here
Well if I wasn't going to have fun at the Warped tour, might as well go fly a kite on the beach instead.
First I treated myself to Tito's Tacos in Culver City for the tacos. I wasn't even hungry but whatever tacos make me happy. Then I drove down to Venice finding parking plentiful by the south end of the shops and headed towards the Venice Pier which appeared further than it actually was. Called my brother in the Bay Area and rubbed it in that I was at the beach while he was stuck working, because brothers do those petty things to each other all the time.
If it wasn't for those stupid tacos I might have caught an early dinner at C&Os. If you have never tried C & O Trattoria (C & O) located at the start of the pier, you're missing out on gigantic half portions and super yummy garlic rolls. Oh well walked up the pier with a watery mouth instead.
I watched the surfers chit chat while waiting for a decent size wave to come in, but without a zoom on my phone they were too far to take any pictures of. A quick moment of panic when my treo frozed and I didn't have anything small enough to reset it. Fortunately found a twig on the outside of the railing that worked surprisingly well. (yes I'm now aware of the little thing on the stylus now).
Walked all the way to the North end of the shops watching the vendors smile at anyone one who passed by hoping for a "donation" in exchange of goods. I used to think that it would be easy to set up shop along the strand, but standing in the sun for ten hours would kill me and how do you get something to eat or use the bathroom if you’re selling by yourself?
Strolled through the crowds with water bottle in one hand (Californians carry water, tourists don't) and my kite in the other. European tourists and cute girls everywhere, with far less trashy folks that you see on the weekends so it wasn't too annoying.
Found the perfect kite flying spot with a wide open lawn and shade from the palm trees. I was going to take more pictures, but really it's just sand and water, isn't it? Use your imagination.
A few more pictures can be found here
7.06.2005
I assume nothing
She: It will happen
Me: I hope so
With a raised eyebrow I think, "Are we talking about the same thing?'
Me: I hope so
With a raised eyebrow I think, "Are we talking about the same thing?'
7.05.2005
Pu$$y Cow
At the party I was at on Sunday night, Jason from Midway cautiously asks what I thought of Pu$$y Cow having seen them on last Thursday for my second time. Jason just got back from Sweden so the Midway show that night was the first chance for him to experience them.
I'm paraphrasing of course:
I think they're great. I mean it's really just a bunch of ringers with Joe who was born to be loud and in front of people. But the thing is, they're really, really great, and that’s the funny part.
Jason talks how they are the biggest thing coming out of Kiss or Kill right now, and I agree with his point about them having this strange quality about that on a basic level every one gets them. It's fun. I think now that it doesn’t even matter how old school punk you are (I'm very not) that you know this band already has its own sound based on all their individual talents and influences.
I tell Jason that they very well could get the biggest deal or become the maybe the first kiss or kill band people hear about, based on talent and the word of mouth from every one who has seen them. After four shows, people who haven't seen them are saying they are great.
And they are.
It was considered also one of Midway's best sets in a long time by many in the crowd. While not the biggest audience like a KorK night, but I swear every single person was singing along the whole time. I was standing in front and there were times when the audience seemed louder than the band. Amazing.
Underwater City People put on another excellent show beforehand. The new song is one of the best songs I’ve heard in a long time and that mp3 in the right hands could make them on of the biggest flavors in the blogsphere.
Starting looking for it on the mp3 blogs after UCP’s album release party slated for August 30th. I’m not saying I’m going to put it there btw.
tags: pu$$y cow, midway, underwater city people
I'm paraphrasing of course:
I think they're great. I mean it's really just a bunch of ringers with Joe who was born to be loud and in front of people. But the thing is, they're really, really great, and that’s the funny part.
Jason talks how they are the biggest thing coming out of Kiss or Kill right now, and I agree with his point about them having this strange quality about that on a basic level every one gets them. It's fun. I think now that it doesn’t even matter how old school punk you are (I'm very not) that you know this band already has its own sound based on all their individual talents and influences.
I tell Jason that they very well could get the biggest deal or become the maybe the first kiss or kill band people hear about, based on talent and the word of mouth from every one who has seen them. After four shows, people who haven't seen them are saying they are great.
And they are.
It was considered also one of Midway's best sets in a long time by many in the crowd. While not the biggest audience like a KorK night, but I swear every single person was singing along the whole time. I was standing in front and there were times when the audience seemed louder than the band. Amazing.
Underwater City People put on another excellent show beforehand. The new song is one of the best songs I’ve heard in a long time and that mp3 in the right hands could make them on of the biggest flavors in the blogsphere.
Starting looking for it on the mp3 blogs after UCP’s album release party slated for August 30th. I’m not saying I’m going to put it there btw.
tags: pu$$y cow, midway, underwater city people
I'm fatter now
I can't look at another hamburger or hot dog without having to unfasten my belt.
Face stuffing, belly rubbing, Heineken drinking, blabbering foolishness = too much fun.
The Old Towne Pub on Saturday was slow starting but it picked up by the time the water gun fights erupted. Made sure to fill myself with a couple burgers, a slice of pizza and a few cheap drinks while enjoying New Fidelity, Rainman Suite, Get Set Go in their experimental line up with 2 guitars, a viola, and iPod musical back-up. Playing later was New Maximum Donkey and unconfirmed until the last minute The Dollyrots.
I don't remember talking much, but listening to a lot to random stories of touring, watching the bands and just observing people. Thought how some people are even cuter in the daylight.
Sunday, after doing usual house cleaning went out to Sherman Oaks for house party. Plenty of food, beer, drunken badminton tournament, and an optional Wes Anderson costume theme.
I had a great time and meet a bunch of new people, always less of a struggle with my shyness after a few drinks, but I think I'm also just getting better with practice. It was worse when I was high school younger. Back then I hated to make reservations over the phone or even call a store to see what time they closed. Good thing the internet wasn't around or I would have never forced myself to do such simple things.
Around midnight had Corey drive my still drunk self for my first Sunday night at Canters/Kibitz Room. Wasn't there long enough to count as really hanging out but saw some more folks from the Kiss or Kill set who are always there. Observed that some people are just as cute day or night.
Chatted for an hour with a couple people and smiled at the rest, and then crashed on Corey's couch and had strange dreams, trying to process conversations and thoughts that will always be left unsaid.
Face stuffing, belly rubbing, Heineken drinking, blabbering foolishness = too much fun.
The Old Towne Pub on Saturday was slow starting but it picked up by the time the water gun fights erupted. Made sure to fill myself with a couple burgers, a slice of pizza and a few cheap drinks while enjoying New Fidelity, Rainman Suite, Get Set Go in their experimental line up with 2 guitars, a viola, and iPod musical back-up. Playing later was New Maximum Donkey and unconfirmed until the last minute The Dollyrots.
I don't remember talking much, but listening to a lot to random stories of touring, watching the bands and just observing people. Thought how some people are even cuter in the daylight.
Sunday, after doing usual house cleaning went out to Sherman Oaks for house party. Plenty of food, beer, drunken badminton tournament, and an optional Wes Anderson costume theme.
I had a great time and meet a bunch of new people, always less of a struggle with my shyness after a few drinks, but I think I'm also just getting better with practice. It was worse when I was high school younger. Back then I hated to make reservations over the phone or even call a store to see what time they closed. Good thing the internet wasn't around or I would have never forced myself to do such simple things.
Around midnight had Corey drive my still drunk self for my first Sunday night at Canters/Kibitz Room. Wasn't there long enough to count as really hanging out but saw some more folks from the Kiss or Kill set who are always there. Observed that some people are just as cute day or night.
Chatted for an hour with a couple people and smiled at the rest, and then crashed on Corey's couch and had strange dreams, trying to process conversations and thoughts that will always be left unsaid.
7.02.2005
bevmo/target = meat market
theriverproject.orgFriday night I invited myself over to my friends house to avoid driving home. Heading East was not an option so I instead drove out to Atwater Village again and walked my friend's dog along the eastern edge of the LA River watching the golfers hit their balls into the trees. Looked at my watch and realized that I would still be on my commute for another 30 minutes instead of strolling at rivers edge on a beautiful summer afternoon.
I had agreed earlier to wander the aisles of Target with friend for usual Target crap and then Beverages and More in search of Purple something beer. I used to shop at one of their first stores in Pleasant Hill (barely...it was more Walnut Creek) which was helpful since many a work parties were held in the apartments across the street. If you haven't been there before, they have everything that could possibly get you drunk at great prices.
The closest Beverages & More (I will not call it BevMo) was at the infamous La Brea Target as noted in many Missed Connection posts on Craigslist. Now I understand why. It was a little wax museum weird with all the damn good looking people who shop there, but I guess good looking people need shampoo and deodorant too.
My local Target might be filled with normal, average folks like me, but least I don't have to pay for parking to buy mouthwash.
7.01.2005
Plans for this July 4th weekend ??
For the first time in months I have a whole three day weekend to myself and even with the plans listed below I still feel like I should be doing something grand, big, something exciting. help.
Any ideas?
Any ideas?
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