Superinky Fixations

Guess what we’re doing (again)?

I’m so excited I can’t really speak right now.

In fact, it’s so fresh and freakin’ new that I haven’t really even told anyone.

BRIAN JONESTOWN MASSACRE

And I bet you thought I was over them, huh? Maybe you were just hoping they were some sort of passing obsession of mine and that eventually I’d move on.

oh no haters. OH NO

Babies - it’s ON!! April 21st & 22nd. That’s 2 shows boys and girls. L.A. (I hate L.A… mainly because I feel grossly uncool and totally out of my element and to say I "hate" it is kind of strong and well, frankly I recognize that it’s more of a pre-emptive strike on my part and well, I don’t feel like talking about it right now anyway).

What’s it going to take to convince you of their brilliance?

Try this and this
for now and I’ll give you more later… whether you want it or not.

ANTON. ANTON. I’m coming!! Don’t you worry!

Anyone up for a road trip? It’s only 1,000 miles each way.

Hot Monkey Love

as submitted by loyal blog reader "mr".

Oh, and I know it’s been a while since I’ve blogged, so just to catch you up in case you’ve forgotten, I was trolling for wedding anniversary ideas and reduced myself to begging for ideas off the Internet. Hot monkey love, when it was all said and done, seemed to make the most sense.

mr will soon be receiving the grand prize. All participants, however, will be receiving something from me shortly. Thanks all for your delightful entries.

It’s Sunday, the worst night of the week in my opinion. My mood is foul. Did catch ‘V for Vendetta’ today and was surprisingly impressed. Though it strayed from the plot of the book, it was true to it’s spirit and intention. For my Hollywood-movie-conditioned-half-stoned-brain, it was rather effective in summonsing up my inner patriot… the one that won’t take it from the man.

Oh yes, and last night fellow hard partiers bretty & Rigo hit the town & caught not one, but two shows… because we are so hard core. First Federale at Acme. They do not have a singer, but rather, a whistler and a back up whistler. And then Sexy Pants at the Hawthorne Theatre. I can really see now why my young groupie friends love them so much. They were a hoot and sooo cute in their little shorts. Cmon Rigo and back me up on their sexypant-ness, k? Plus I hear this sort of rumor type thing about show they may do with a awesome cause. I like awesome causes.

If you get a chance to visit The Editors official web site, be sure to listen to "All Sparks". It’s a beautiful song and indicative of the rest of the album. In fact, give "Munich" a listen, too while you’re there. Oh yeah, you’ve got to actually click on the video to hear the whole song - otherwise it’s just a clip. It’s been out for a while, but a great listen if you haven’t heard it yet.

Woohoo! Whoop whoop. Sometimes, when I get all p.m.essy I start to thinking that I’ve sealed my fate in this ugly twisted way; that I’ve fucked up any chance of a decent career in education with my crap attitude, bridge burning and tattoos; that personally I’ve managed to ice out the wrong people and oh how I’ve let myself go and that basically I really don’t have much of any kind of life. It’s horrifically inane in it’s regularity and you’d think by now I’d get in sync with the rhythms of my body and recognize it for what is…. thankfully that’s not how I’m feeling at the moment.

It’s effing Tuesday bitches! And I mean that in the nicest most flattering way, you know that don’t, you?

At least I have the weekend to look forward to. BRMC. How nice of them to schedule their show on a the weekend for all us old folk with fuddy duddy day time jobs; how thoughtful of them to help me pretend like I am still a rocker. Ahh.

Here’s some yummy nuggets of joy: (removed by author)

Believe it or not, bretty & I are celebrating 8 years of wedded bliss this month. Have I got March Madness? Maybe. For sure not the kind of March madness that gets all hyped on tv…. not that I’m against that kind of madness. I’m for madness in general.

All I know is that we met 117 months ago and well, life is good. He’s my best friend. We like to do stuff together. We used to be fanatical estate salers; we were the people that woke up at 6:30am on SATURDAYS and hung out in line waiting for a shot to scour a dead person’s things. Our basement is still packed to the gills with crap I really don’t know what to do with, but it sure looks damn cool.

We laugh a lot - at each other, with each other… hell, we even laugh at other people every once in a while, but in a nice way. Once he got me laughing so hard I actually peed my pants a little. My inner-editor just gasped ‘Oh my god I can’t believe I just wrote that’…. We’re not afraid to let it all hang out in front of each other. I mean, that dude has seen me at my worst, and he swears he just loves me more.

There’s no secret to being in a long term relationship. It’s pretty easy with bretty. We talk a lot. A LOT. We talk about everything and nothing and at great length. There’s no kids in the picture - just dogs, lots and lots of dogs. DOGS RULE, yo?

Somehow we just can’t seem to decide what to do for our anniversary. Why is this so hard?

This is where the contest part comes in.

Here’s my thought. This is a two-part contest:

1. Suggest something for us to do for our anniversary. It can be ANYTHING, like, for example, what we should get each other, where we should go, what we should do, etc… I’m down for any suggestions; tradional, unusual, funny, stupid, clever, romantic - ANYTHING.

2. Throw in a nugget of your wisdom.

Participants will receive a special something from moi. A token really.

GO!!!

***In order to receive a special something participants must be willing to submit an email address. This special something may involve Brian Jonestown Massacre, but then again, it may not. Details of the special something will not be discussed unless of course I feel compelled to talk about the special something in hopes to garner more interest in above contest. Contest will continue through the month of March 2006. Remember, all’s well that ends well and i say blah dee blah dee blah to your trip and if you’re not sure, yes, that’s a song lyric, but not from Brian Jonestown Massacre, but from another band I really like a lot and if you can guess who sang the lyrics blah dee blah dee blah to your trip then you will win extra double special points from Superinky Fixations fo shizzle. Peace out y’all. Eastside.

Reflections Las Vegas (please click on picture to enlarge)

Uh. Drinking beer out of a plastic football with a straw is damn near an hour of fun.

After a few minutes of heaving sucking, one’s ass feels remarkably sexier & is perceived as more attractive.

Or in my case, I was overcome with the desire to kick the beer football.

O.k. So I’m still processing our experience in Las Vegas. Note to self: don’t take America West again, unless of course, you’ve forgotten what it’s like to feel like a cow to the slaughter. When you’re told to be two hours early to the airport in LV, please take heed to those words.

I’m slow to fully appreciate the scope and breadth of just about all of life’s experiences. Seems like it takes me days before I realize I’m actually mad at something or someone and god do I ever hang on to emotions and yucky nasty blechy crap that only serves to make me feel bad. Ah, but that’s another entry.

Hell, I haven’t even completely unpacked, which is really pretty gross because every stitch of clothing I wore in Vegas is drenched in that yucky stale smell of cigarettes. BLECH.

Plus I’m absolutely sick sick SICK to my stomach because I seemed to misplace my diamond pendant… the one I never took off and cherished above all other pieces of jewerly but as the years wore on I started taking off every once in a while to wear other necklaces and now I can’t seem to find ANYWHERE. I just pray it didn’t somehow jump out of my (as yet unpacked) bags at the Spike and hide sneakily under the bed.

I’m at work so I don’t have any pictures to post at the moment, though there should be plenty there on Flickr one can click on if one feels the desire to to wade through a bunch of relatively uninteresting dreck.

My goodness, aren’t I just the picture of Joy this morning?

Trying out yet another new blog template. Hopefully this one won’t cut off the pictures & stuff on the right hand side. That was really bugging me and I just couldn’t work out how to fix it. Alas, instead of getting frustrated, I opted for something completely different.

Is anyone else watching trash t.v.? I’m so into Project Runway. GO SANTINO GO. Oh, but Daniel V you are so absolutely cute and Chloe, your clothes are to die for. Best. Show. Ever. Besides the Dog Whisperer, which, apparently, is already in reruns mid season (damn you Cesar… but I can’t stop loving you).