What not to wear in the 80s.
2005-02-20 9:07 p.m.
I'm reading a page of the novel I wrote when I was in junior high, circa 1983. This excerpt really demonstrates what I thought was "cool" clothing. Embarassing, but funny.
Sock puppets.
2005-02-19 5:01 p.m.
After the whole DVD debacle last weekend the DVDs were exchanged for videos and I had the exact same problem. Sound but no picture. After some wire jiggling and head scratching (and a few expletives) I discovered that the video 2 input on the TV is toast. This good because it means I don�t need a new DVD player. This is bad because if I want two video inputs I need a new television. You see, I have: a Tivo, VCR, DVD, surround sound receiver and a cable box that all have to live together in perfect harmony. If I have to swap cables every time I want to watch a movie or do an exercise video it�s going to get old.
Part of me wants to buy a new television. Thoughts of plasma screens and high definition devices make me drool a little. But I really can�t justify the cost, especially since the TV works. I�m not afraid to admit this - I love my television. I�m completely addicted to it. I�m in awe of people that can actually lead normal lives without a television. One of my best friends is now sans television since her dog chewed through the cord. She�s leading a quiet Zen like life with books, yoga and music. I think if I didn�t have a television I�d go clinically insane. I�d end up making sock puppets so I could reenact episodes of Law and Order.
Winter Mix 2005
2005-02-18 6:36 p.m.
1. Love In a Trashcan -The Raveonettes
2. T-Shirt - They Might Be Giants
3. Terrorvision - Genitorturers
4. Scream - Billy Idol
5. E-Pro - Beck
6. Somebody Told Me - The Killers
7. Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day
8. I'm Not Okay - My Chemical Romance
9. Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet
10. Never Seen - The Immediate
11. That's Good - The Punk Group
12. An Honest Mistake - The Bravery
13. Be Still My Heart - The Postal Service
14. Let Go - Frou Frou
15. You're so Damn Hot - OK Go
16. They - Jem
17. Free - Blue October
18. First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes
19. Beautiful - Moby
20. Tower of Strength - The Mission
So has anyone else heard Billy Idol's new song? What the hell is he singing about? Is it a urination fetish song or am I reading too much into it? I just don't understand the whole lemon tree thing. Weirdness, but it still rocks. Please discuss.
My own twisted imagination.
2005-02-17 11:34 a.m.
I was trying to get some sleep but he was back. David the Assassin was sitting on the end of my bed cleaning his fingernails with a dagger.
"What are you doing here?" I mutter and pull the covers around my shoulders. "I thought we had an agreement."
He turns to me, smirks then goes back to cleaning his nails. He knows how to use a knife, his hands are quick. I should be afraid but I�m not. After all, he�s just a figment of my own twisted imagination.
"We had an agreement," he says finally. "but you haven�t been writing about me. You�ve been writing about wolves instead. Dirty animals."
He�s like the rest of my heroes with only a couple exceptions. Skin pale as the moonlight. Dark straight hair, a little too long for him to look polished. Thinly built but strong - very very strong. He�s handsome, like the rest. I can see a flash of fang as he smiles. He knows I�m watching him.
"I have a new idea for the story, a whole new direction," I tell him.
"Really? Am I in it?"
"Of course you are. That was part of the deal."
He seems pleased. Really he just seemed bored earlier. I guess there�s not that much to do in my head when I�m not writing, or at least, not writing about him.
My avatar, myself.
2005-02-16 4:05 p.m.
It's been awhile since I played with the Yahoo avatars. How do you like my wolf? They didn't have a dark and rainy background so I'm pretending with a cool snowy one.
I'm not stoned, really.
2005-02-16 9:57 a.m.
I met with my writing group last night. As usual it was fun and extremely helpful. It�s nice being able to force other people to read my writing, tell me how great it is then have them fix all my writing problems. I�ve been doing tons of writing lately. I�m working on a HUGE top secret project that should be unveiled in a couple of weeks. With all the computer work I find myself walking around looking like I�m stoned most of the time.
My eyes are completely bloodshot from staring at the computer and lack of sleep. My eye doctor has threatened me with glasses that I�ll have to wear over my contact lenses while I do computer work. Uh, didn�t I get contact lenses so I could avoid glasses? And what do I wear when I�m wearing my glasses? Do I stack them? Basically, I�m making myself go blind and not in the fun way.
In other news, I was just informed that Monday is a holiday. This is good because I probably would have showed up for work wondering where the hell everyone else was. Thank you, Washington and Lincoln.
Whose ink is it anyway?
2005-02-15 11:33 a.m.
This article is kind of interesting. Matt did my retro kitty tattoo on my ankle about six years ago. Apparently the tattoo he did for Rasheed Wallace was used in a Nike ad and he�s suing for copyright infringement. I can understand his frustration, he gets paid $450 for working on some art and then a multi million dollar company cashes in on it. So the question is, who owns your tattoo?
2 People have tried to sell me Viagra
You know you were thinking the same thing.
2005-02-14 9:28 a.m.
This weekend felt like it was too hurried. Drinks with friends, a romantic dinner, broken DVD player, writing, coding, bribery and finally dinner and an improv show last night. I wanted to support my buddies who were playing in the girls vs. boys show. It was a huge audience but a very shy and quiet one. As I�m an amateur player, I�m not supposed to shout out suggestions but a few of us did to ease the agonizing silences. I was fairly quiet and demure (I know, hard to believe) until the Ref called out "Tell me something that you�d give your sweetheart for Valentine�s Day!" and before I could censor myself or think rationally I screamed out "A hickey!" and thus had to wear a brown bag over my head for the rest of the scene. It wasn�t so bad. I even tore little eye holes in it so I could watch the scene. I never thought that my first brown bag would be as an audience member.
4 People have tried to sell me Viagra