I’m calling out to you brothers and sisters.
Brian Jonestown Massacre 15 July 2005 San Francisco Bottom of the Hill
Shouting out to you in the blogosphere.
Hello BJM - ers.
Anyone?
Bretty you don’t count and I’ll sniff your pseudonym out immediately. Besides, I’m making you come with me.
… even though we don’t leave for another 2 days. My brain checked out last week. I swear to God this has been the longest week ever, and it’s only Wednesday.
And Bridezilla, I mean my sister, is so completely self obsessed part of me wants to smack her down into reality. How long ago now?, six months she asked me to toast her and Groominator at the reception? Then last night when I touch base she says she has no idea what I’m talking about and ‘well, maybe there will be time’ so I asked her if she was high because she asked me herself ages ago and all she could do was her famous ‘duh.. uhh…’ play dumb routine.
And no, I’m not worried that she’ll read my blog because she has no idea what the fuck a blog is, nor has she ever been near a computer for more than a few minutes when she comes down to visit, plus she’s pretty much told me how weird it is that I’d write about my personal feelings and private moments for all the world to see. Little does she know that only about 6 people read my blog on any given day.
I’m done. Really. It’s not worth it to get angry. Even though, as I write this, I realize how angry I must sound. I recognize that it’s her day and it’s her time to shine. But I can’t help but feeling shitty that she has no awareness of the other people around her (like me) that love and support her. I want to take the high road here and just let the whole thing go. Guess I won’t have to rehearse that toast too much, since it’s a crap shoot as to whether I’ll be toasting anyone. OH WELL. ***big sigh***
So does anyone have any suggestions as to what we can do while in Vermont next week? We’re arriving 4th of July early. Perhaps it’s best just to do nothing but lounge by the lake for a few days and not type, not talk on the phone, not watch t.v and just do some canoeing and bbqing (I really wasn’t trying to rhyme there, but now that I see it, it’s cute, huh?) and of course, lots of drinky drinking.
Then we’re scooting off to Montreal on the 7th. I’m dying to see some live music, hopefully in a small, intimate venue that’ll knock our socks off. Any ideas?
Oh Anton Newcombe, it’s just 16 days until we are in the same room again. I heart heart heart you and your most awesomeness of awesome music.
… and makes me feel weird inside…
Ugh, what a depressing day.
Sundays have always been hard for me, I suspect because I am a super-perfectionist with unrealistic expectations of my own performance; a sure-proof recipe for failure.
That, and my arms still hurt and I’m not quite sure how I can go back to a job whose primary function traps me behind a computer monitor and chains my hands to a keyboard. And not in a free-to-write-anything-I-want kind of chained to a keyboard. But the Ctrl-Page Down-Tab-Tab-Tab-Tab-Tab-click-click-Tab-Tab kind of chained. It’s nasty and now, I realize, my body has finally rebelled in a way my mind only waxed poetic over.
Mmmmmm, but did we have some delicious grub last night at Queen of Sheba. I love Ethiopian food, and Queen of Sheba is The Best. Ask anyone who’s been there, they’ll vouch for me. Go there for lunch. Go there for dinner. Just go. I love eating with my hands.
Indulge me for a moment..
Just 24 days until the Brian Jonestown Massacre show in San Francisco. And because I’m so excited for the show and I’m such a freak, here’s today’s top 10 BJM tunes (in no particular order). Don’t look at it so much as my absolute favorite BJM tunes, but rather a smattering of the ones that are in high rotation in my head at the moment.
Plug in your Winamp, MusicMatch or whatever it is you use to listen to on-line music and get ready for some spaced out love grooves, k? Anton Newcombe, it’s just a matter of time until we’re together in the same room, you beautiful genius, you…
Anenome
You_Better_Love_Me_Before_I_am_Gone
Prozac_vs. Heroin
That_Girl_Suicide
Open_Heart_Surgery
Supersonic
If_Love_is_the_Drug
Cold_to_the_Touch
Miss_June_’75
Here_it_Comes
Mississippi St. was happening today. Here it is, mid-week, mid-day and the Mississippi Commons was jumping! I even called ahead for my burrito at Laughing Planet and I still had to wait ten minutes to get through the line. It’s a good thing their burritos are worth it. Personally, I opt for the bean and cheese, no pico (cuz the slightest taste of cilantro kills any enjoyment I have of a meal. Yes, haters, I know most people love cilantro and I recognize my aversion to it as abnormal… just step off!) but lots and chipotle salsa and even some extra habanero salsa on the side. Goodness, my mouth is watering just thinking about it.
I took Phoebe with me cuz she seems to have a bunch of excess energy she needed to burn off. I suspect it was because her little brother was at the vet getting his teeth cleaned, (North Portland Veterinary Hospital - you guys RULE!!) and when you’re a 6lb dog, that’s no small affair, and well, I think she was a little worried about him. Paula at Salty Dog watched her while I picked up my food. Thanks Paula! You’re a dear and I love your store and it was so nice of you to give bretty that big ass bag of samples to give out to the homeless dogs. Also, while I’m at it, a big shout out to Michael at Bridge City Comics. It’s always a pleasure to catch up with you. And I promise one day, haters, I will bore you all with my obsession with Wolverine, Lone Wolf & Cub, Super Manga Blast, Meatcake and about a bazillion other comic books.
Wish I were more happening… I mean, I walk down Mississippi, my very on neighborhood mind you, and gosh, sometimes I just don’t feel cool enough. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, it’s a personal problem. I take Portland Hipster Aloofness as apathy and sometimes flat out disgust. Secretly, though, I make myself feel better by convincing myself I’m far more interesting than the beautiful poseurs that traipse up and down the streets of Portland, and the only reason they ignore me, snub me and sometimes scowl (OK, that might be a bit of an exaggeration) is because inside they are empty and see something inside me that makes them uncomfortable with their own Being. Or they’re just haters.
These last few nights my arms have gone numb and I woke up in pain, arms tingling and throbbing. It’s so obvious my body has completely revolted against my job. See, this is my problem: I stay in jobs I loathe far longer than I should, burning out in flames until I can’t see straight. Wanna hire me?
Who else is excited for "Land of the Dead"? Have I ever mentioned how much I love zombie movies? I mean, in an almost sickly perverse way I love them. Zombie movies speak to me. By the way, if you must know, that link for the Land of the Dead, it’s for an unrated preview, all graphic and stuff, so if zombie violence bugs you, well, think twice, k? I say BRING IT.
Ok, thank you MerchPimpMikey for reminding me about yesterday’s BRO fundraiser. I know you’re all the way over in VT, but you have this weird way of knowing what’s going on in my neighborhood sooner than I do… it’s a little creepy but I luv ya for it.
Bretty & I spent a lovely evening at Wild Abandon. Our waitress was gorgeous (bretty can back me up on this one) and friendly and the food, well, it was super yummy. OYSTER SHOOTERS haters, and plenty of them.
Hey, I noticed that if you still want to support Basic Rights Oregon and get some good grub while you’re at it, Equinox is offering to donate 15% of their total sales on Thursday, June 23rd! Please, go there and have some Horns of Diablo and think of me. Also, Ken’s Place is doing the same thing, but I’ve never heard of it before so I can’t totally condone it, though they must be pretty ok if they’re donating a percentage of their sales to BRO.
Chow down babies.
I love dogs. I love dogs. Dogs are love. Love is dogs.
Love dogs!
Dogs love.
Dogs = love.
Love them.
Dogs. Love + love = dogs. Dogs.
lovedogs.
LOVE DOGS
Unfortunately, we didn’t have sex. I’ll admit, though, it was really hard to get beyond his emaciated body in "The Machinist". It’s not just thin and gaunt, but starved, sickly and kinda creepy. Still, I haven’t come across many creepy, sick and depraved flicks I haven’t liked. "The Machinst" is no exception. It’s still worming its’ way through my consciousness. When you’re ready to talk about it, let me know. Then, of course, Batman. Ah Batman. Oh beautiful mysterious strong dark handsome chiseled hard-bodied rich and powerful Bruce Wayne. What can I say that hasn’t already been said? Let me try. I liked Ducard’s (Liam Neeson) facial hair. It was elegant.
You should see it outside right now. It’s gorgeous and eerie, electric quite literally. Everything is yellow and there’s all kinds of lightening and sporadic droplets of rain. Lots of warm wind. It’s neato.
There’s nothing left inside me at the moment. Or maybe I’m just so full nothing can get out. Just 14 more days until we depart for Vermont and our vacation officially begins. Well, actually, just 12 days, what with my sister’s party on the 2nd. Must create profound and moving speech for event which will bring tears to the eyes of all riveted listeners and go down in posterity as Best Wedding Reception Speech by Older Sister of Bride EVER. I have 12 days.
Wtf? Am I supposed to vote on this ridiculous ‘Hit Me One More Time’ show or just agonizingly sit through it and pretend to cheer on Tommy TuTone singing Blink 182 or The Knack covering Jet’s "Are You Going to Be My Girl"? My god how I loved The Motels "Only the Lonely" and how many hours I spent singing "Wishing" and "I Ran" by Flock of Seagulls, but, but…, oh haters, I’m sorry, but it pains me to look at them all now. Though Vanilla Rob Ice or whatever his name is now, not much of a singer, but I’m strangely drawn to him. JUST KIDDING. But his tattoos are kind of sexy. C’mon!
I guess I just don’t understand the premise and I’m too lazy to change the channel and too fatigued to start fretting over some tsunami that may or may not (and as of this moment the warning has been CANCELLED babies. By the way, did you know the English language allows us to spell "cancelled" with one l or two? I happen to prefer two l’s cuz I think it looks prettier) happen and why the hell does the media instill this fear within us that just serves to add to already stressed and empty lives? EH?
Why am I not turning off the television? Oh, but next week - Wang Chung and Howard Jones! Um, you know, back in 1985 I was in the 3rd row for the Howard Jones show at the Schnitz. Oh yeah?!? You think I’m a big nerd? Well, that very same year I saw The Cure’s Head of the Door tour. And somewhere wedged in between the two, Frankie Goes to Hollywood.
smell ya later haters. There must be some mindless drivel on the tube to distract me until I’m too tired to keep my eyes open.
My Chihuahua Phoebe has a weight problem. She’s pretty and a little chunky, kinda like me.
Boys good enough to eat (the short list) aka I am in touch with my inner perv or I should really get some sleep before I start getting really bizarre:
