October 31st, 2005
Tonight, Toby Joe and I are off to see The Mountain Goats at The Knitting Factory. Toby Joe suggested that for Halloween and go to the show dressed as John Darniell’s stepfather. You know, carry empty bottles of booze around, wear a wife-beater underneath a terry cloth robe, threaten to beat the hell out of everyone who comes near me at the show. I know Toby’s sense of humor comes off as rather raw, if you will. But, holy crap, is do I ever find him funny. We are a match made in hell.
And if anyone finds his suggestion regarding my halloween costume offensive, let me tell you about the time he renamed my 6.5 year old laptop Terry Schiavo because I just will not let it go.
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October 28th, 2005
Every now and again, I am overcome by fits of inspiration. And if I don’t have somewhere to put them, they almost immediately turn into packets of anxiety. It’s what I imagine blue balls might feel like if there was such a thing and it wasn’t a term actually made up to make girls feel guilty enough to complete the deed. I don’t believe in blue balls, but I do understand the definition. That’s the way I feel a lot of the time when seduced by a new idea. And to further this really annoying analogy, I rarely ever get to climax.
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October 26th, 2005
A year ago today. Two and three years ago today I didn’t write. (I’ve been a slacker on the retrospective posts lately.)
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October 26th, 2005
I don’t know anything about milk. Actually, I know it’s white and it’s filled with mucous. I know that people love it. And I know that it upsets my stomach. I know that the cow offspring that naturally drink it have five stomachs. I know that sort of makes some sense as to why mine usually hurts when I drink it. I also know that part of why I don’t like milk is because when my older brother and I were kids, my father thought it’d be really funny to have us sample milk straight out of the cow while visiting a farm owned by a friend of the family. (You have never, ever seen two kids’ faces contort so quickly and horribly.) Milk was never the same again after that. I imagine the milk industry would take quite a hit had the great people of this nation sampled milk straight out of a cow teat. But I digress.
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October 25th, 2005
Many, many years ago, I stopped going to Domino’s Pizza. I can’t remember when it actually was. I want to say it was when I was still in high school but that was so long ago I barely remember that as well. Basically, it was brought to light that Domino’s was indeed run by a right-winged, crazed evangelical Christian. I don’t remember exactly what the CEO was accused of, all I know is folks where I came from referred to them as Evil. So I stopped going.
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October 24th, 2005
Did I ever mention I worked for Gay.com? I did. I worked there when we lived in San Francisco.
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October 24th, 2005
On Thursday, I came up with an idea. At the time, I thought it was a good one. I decided that it’d be fun to record the folks in my life and hand out snippets of each person’s voice. So, for example, whenever mentioning Gerry I’d put up a sound file of him speaking. In my head, this seemed like a fun idea especially considering folks often assign voices to people no matter what he/she actually sounds like.
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October 24th, 2005
About a month ago, I was sitting with Missy outside Spring Street Natural waiting for Toby Joe to get off work. An hour later, he showed up.
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October 23rd, 2005
The image below cracked me up earlier. I just had to share. Hoa is indeed a wonderful photographer. Most of the images I take with my Holga look nothing like this at all. They look like images of smeared brown paint.
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