Mmmm Meat
April 30, 2006 at 4:08 pm | In General | Leave a CommentInstead of mowing the lawn, which needs it quite badly, I decided to do a little cooking. I prepared a stir fry to take to work all next week. It's chocked full mushrooms, green peppers, red peppers, tofu, cabbage, and some tomatoes. Mmmm. But what I really spent all afternoon doing was grilling.
I grilled some angus burgers, bratwurst (not healthy but TASTY), and chicken. I don't have to really cook until next Saturday now. The chicken has been cut into bite sized strips ready for re-heating and dousing with wing sauce–you know how I love my chicken wings. The brats are just right for a quick microwave & mustard covering. The angus burgers…well how can you go wrong with those?
I thought about having people over to enjoy my meat, but I'm not up for entertaining and it's MY meat. Mmmmeat.
Late Night Phone Calls
April 30, 2006 at 10:14 am | In General | Leave a CommentLast night my phone rang around 12:30am. It was Joshy Josh, here after referred to Virile Josh. He was on his way home from dancing with work buddies and needed to share the male point of view on said dancing. What ensued was an hour conversation with one urine break (because though friends we don't need to hear each other create water-like substance) which left me laughing so hard I couldn't return to sleep till 3:30am.
Sometimes that's just what you need.
In other news, I've reviewed my lease and it turns out that I'm a month-to-month renter now (which I hate) and will be given 30 days notice if I have to move.
In Memory of Charlie
April 30, 2006 at 10:14 am | In RockNRoll | Leave a CommentCharlie who passed April 24, 2006.
Musing on Blogs
April 30, 2006 at 10:12 am | In General, Philosophizing | 16 CommentsThe other evening someone questioned why I blogged. Isn't it so 2001? My reaction was a little along the lines of whaaa? This particular person then admitted to being a forum troll, which then caused me to think isn't that so 1995–but I was trying to be social and not start a fight so I said, hmmm.
But then, why do I blog? Well, it's to keep peeps updated on me. Though the postcards go out biweekly or so I don't take the time to write down every little thing on those. The postcards are usually either: Rock Fist Up–Life Mother Fucking Rules or Rock Fist Down–Totally got shafted this week. The blog has details. Messy, gory details. It's a place for the peeps to go and see how bad is Kansas this week? How many times did she black out and drive home? Is the pirate flag flying? You know the important things.
Some people are saying that blogs shouldn't last more than a few years. Okay. I've had this a few years. I've gone through some template changes and currently even thinking about getting my own webspace and running wordpress (oooo….a challenge!), but since I don't live anywhere near most of my friends I don't see this dying soon. If somehow magically I found a new job that allowed me to visit my friends on a monthly or bimonthly basis, well then this blog might die. Holy shit, if I visited all my friends on a monthly or bimonthly basis this blog would most certainly die–hell I would never be home and rarely actually working–my kind of job!
Do I care about this blogs popularity? Not really. That's not what it's here for. Back when it was called Cats, Dogs, Tree, Spanish Men I was number one when googling for gay naked Spanish men (don't ask why). Now I am less easily run across and happy about that. Sometimes I wish I had the readership of Justin, but those days are becoming fewer and fewer. I suppose it's growing older and becoming more comfortable about who I am (anger and all) and what I can realistically expect from my life. Today, for example I can expect to go to work where there may or may not be any patrons and get my haircut, which may or may not be stylish. I do not expect to hear from anyone besides possibly my parents and a random friend or too while they are driving to exciting places to do exciting things. That is life.
I've rambled enough. Look for a review of Apocalypse Now Redux on movie thoughts soon. And if you have time Joshy Josh pointed out a great thing in Mel Gibson's new film. Watch the preview: when you see the monkey hit pause and go back frame by frame to the people covered in flower.
Fuck You Live-In Josh
April 28, 2006 at 5:43 pm | In Philosophizing, RockNRoll | Leave a CommentI've decided it's mostly Josh's fault. My anger. My rage. My teen angst bullshit.
It gets to be Josh's fault because he's the one who picked at it. He's the one who poored salt in the fucking wound. He's the one who purposely did shit to further my anger. So Fuck You.
I dedicate one of my favorite songs to you:
I knew you wouldn't understand
Just what I'm tryin to do
'Cause you're not fuckin me
And I'm so glad that I am not fuckin you
I know it's my problem, there's nothing I can do
But I don't think there is no reason
I don't think there's no excuse for you
Well I've learned my lesson
Hope you've learned it to
And if the're gonna go and do it to me
Well I guess I'm gonna have to go and do it to you
I don't really care how much you cry
I hate you, fuck you leave me alone!
I hate you, fuck you leave me alone!
I hate you, fuck you leave me alone!
I hate you, fuck you leave me alone!
I hate you, fuck you leave me alone!
I hate you, fuck you leave me alone!
I hate you, fuck you leave me alone!
I hate you, fuck you leave me alone!
Why can't anything go my way?
Hate You-Reel Big Fish
Fucking Hell
April 28, 2006 at 5:38 pm | In General | Leave a CommentThe good news just keeps rolling in. The house that I'm living in is going on the market. Anyone care to purchase an investment property complete with renters?
Anger Management
April 28, 2006 at 3:18 am | In Philosophizing | Leave a CommentAnyone who knows me knows that I'm an angry person. Why am I angry? Various reasons. I'm a lot better now than I was 10 years ago, but I still get angry. Tonight was one of those nights.
Why was I angry tonight? Well, that's complicated. But it comes down to a couple of simple things:
1. Not being invited out–and having to invite myself
2. Being shunned practically from the get-go and then questioned why I was quiet.
3. Not feeling wanted or important by person who was talking to me.
4. Left for skinny chicks.
Should I post this? No. Will I? Yes.
I have to say there is something therapeutic about driving 100mph.
Hair Behaving Badly
April 27, 2006 at 10:36 am | In General | Leave a CommentVacation means not doing what you normally do and relaxing. So when on vacation in Key West I didn't brush my hair. At all. This has caused some problems. First it took me the better part of a day to brush all the tangles out, but more seriously my hair won't behave anymore. It isn't exactly going nutzoid, but it's passive aggressive I'll do it, but I'll do a shitty job is really getting to me.
Sushi Tuesday I attempted to sport straight hair, maybe 60% was straight the other 40% crazy wavy. Grr. And the days that I decided to go curly/wavy…strangely limp. Perhaps I just need a haircut, well I know I need a haircut, perhaps I'll get a haircut. Acupuncturist Robin gave me a stylist recommendation and her hair was cute, so I'll check that out. The only person who has cut my hair so that I love it is Cara back in Larryville, thus I'm a bit hesitant to try anyone else. We'll see. We'll see.
Romance
April 26, 2006 at 5:45 pm | In Philosophizing | Leave a CommentSo in this weeks The Week there is an expert from this article. I saw this and immediately thought of MF Chris and his demand for romance in his life. I took it to him at Sushi Tuesday. He hasn't read the whole article, but initial thoughts were rather negative about the bases of the article. Or at least I interpreted them so.
The conversation worked back around to an earlier one where I had quoted a friend saying to ask to be romanced was very selfish. Chris has shared this with his circle and the response from them is something along the lines of, "my god…the millennials are cold and cynical." Now that's a little harsh. First I didn't say that being selfish is a bad thing. Everyone should be a little selfish, but with most things too much is just ugly. Second, don't judge an entire generation based on this as it was said in relation to purposefully asking to be romanced.
Basically I want it to be known that I don't dislike romance. In fact I like romance. Romance (my personal definition) includes holding hands while watching tv. It includes going for ice cream just because. It includes buying flowers for no reason. Getting something that you know the other person will like. A lot of these traits can be applied to friendship as well-what sets them apart is the physical aspect that will most likely come post romantic gesture. (I'm talking rabid rabbit sex here.)
On the flip side, I would never ask for any of this as that wouldn't be romantic. And that's what selfish about Chris request for more romance. If you ask for it it negates the purpose–kind of like forced volunteering.
Pulling a Saeri
April 26, 2006 at 11:32 am | In RockNRoll | Leave a CommentLast night was sushi night. I love sushi night. It's the evening that no matter what I do I'll probably be between 10 and 15 minutes late. Jasmine's will be loud and the fish tasty. And then Waterworks of course. Yeah sushi night.
However, last night went a little, well Saeri. I was a little late (parking and every red light on Thomasville Road I swear). I enjoyed my tako sashimi, MF Chris cried not so good (but he was a little lit). The conversation was held at near yelling due to background noise-back to the romance discussion (will say more on this later). Then going to Waterworks.
Waterworks was nice and empty when we arrived. Bartender Lauren was there, I gave my belated birthday wishes and apologizes for not celebrating it with her. She gave Chris shit for being gay (which he isn't). I laughed and like the drunken ass that I am made it into a running joke which I was later chastised for.
Bartender Lauren was sitting with Acupuncturist Robin. I demanded to know who Acupuncturist Robin was and of course made a new friend. How could I not she had a RAZR. Her friend Film School Justin showed up and we discussed film school and his ex-girlfriend. Chris injected more about relationships (again more on that later). And then it was decided: different bar–well this was after a shot of vodka something or another.
So Finnegan's Wake it was. Chris went home like a responsible adult. Not me. Oh no. I went to Finnegan's where I ran into Meegan & Julia, along with meeting NOFX Ian (idealistic to a fault 23 year old) and several other fun/interesting people. I had more vodka drinks. This was a bad idea (especially since I stared the evening with Sapporo). I went to the bathroom. And then I fell. I skinned my knee like an idiot. The irony was I had stopped drinking at this point and was actually getting ready to head home. Or is that coincidence? Anyway I hereby decree that I'm seriously not doing this during the week anymore.
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