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Small get together over at Smich and Union Jack's abode this evening - thanks to both of you for having me over - I had a lovely time.
Tomorrow I plan on being very lazy, getting a little housework/laundry taken care of, and essentially doing fuck all. Woo!
Busy night last night - met up with Miss A. at Danny's, after that headed over to Happy Village to meet up w/Miss Kathy, Laura and John...from there it was on to Exit...where Miss Kathy was hit on by Justin Timberlake. (ok - not really Justin Timberlake...but definitely of that ilk).
Something really bloody weird happened last night...I had a thought all of a sudden (Reader: Egads, Miss Lis! a thought? what's next - an idea?) - it was one of those weird thoughts that just pops into your head randomly...like when you're in the middle of doing your taxes your brain is all full of numbers and forms and loathing for the government and suddenly think, pudding, I want pudding - something like that...so I was sitting at Danny's waiting for Miss A. to show up, and I was thinking about how Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie are brilliant together as actors, and Stephen Fry is a great writer, but Hugh Laurie, who is equal to Fry in acting ability is just a phenomenally crap writer...then out of nowhere I thought to myself "Tonight (something I'm not disclosing at this time) is gonna happen" and then I thought to myself, well that's just silly, there's no way of predicting that, and it seems HIGHLY unlikely - anyway -10 minutes later, aforementioned thing happened - I couldn't believe it. It blew my fucking mind.
Thanks to XLT and Serge for their inquiring minds...
1) What song (or songs) do you always stop on while surfing the radio?
I rarely listen to the radio, save the occasional flirtation with NPR...only time I do listen to the radio is when I'm driving, and this only occurs on my occasional trips home to see the folks...the great thing is I'm usually driving alone, so this is the perfect time to indulge guilty pleasures, if they happen to come on, naturally, I'll always pause for Journey (can speeding down 290 with "Don't Stop believin'" cranked be beat? I think not) since the folks are in Massachusetts, one can ALWAYS find Aerosmith on the radio somewhere, "love in an Elevator" and "Cryin'" are heavy faves..there was also one night that I was driving around my parents hometown smoking a joint (yes I know this is bad and no it's not something I'd do now but this was some time ago) and Freebird came on...
2) When was the last good theological/cosmologiical argument you had?
I've had a good ongoing ethical debate with someone for the past week or so, but I'm not gonna go into it.
3) Do you have any clothing from high school you can still wear or would want to?
Um...my skull and crossbones bandanna...I do wear it on occasion..yesterday for example..I got it when I was about 17 and a pen pal sent it to me. My first leather biker jacket hangs in Mr. Chris' closet, he wore it to death and has long outgrown it, but I told him if he ever wanted to get rid of it he's to give it back to me - but I don't think he ever will. I'd never wear it, but it'd be nice to have...I also have a pair of shoes I got on Carnaby Street- black leather with zebra fur tops. They need to be fixed and are a little beat up, but I'd wear them if they weren't falling apart.
4) What is your earliest memory eating food that was out-of-the-ordinary?
My parents are big fans of Asian and Indian cooking, so I've been eating weird shit all my life, not the least of which is the English food I was so fond of as a kid...although Toad in the Hole is a lot more exotic in name than nature, I mean, it's not made with real toads or anything....
5) What tree would you be?
Something gnarled and bent that casts frightening shadows on the wall of your bedroom at night.
Posted by: XLT at August 29, 2003 09:17 AM
Blue or red?
Red
Rollercoaster or bumpercars?
Bumpercars - since any rollercoasters I would consider safe, would be found in a theme park (as opposed to a travelling carnival where they were assembled in the dead of night by carnies with extra digits and goofy eyes and startling facial tics) and I have no patience for standing in big long lines on hot days, simply to be thrown about for 5 minutes...
Haircut or hairstyle?
haircut.
Fishing or kite-flying?
Kite flying. I used to fish when I was a kid but decided it's mean (were I actually going to *eat* the fish that would be different, but the whole gutting and scaling thing skeezes me out no end, so I would only ever fish with a catch and release MO - which seems really mean...I don't know about the long term memory capacity in fish, but it seems getting a hook through your lip and being hauled out of the water would really fuck up your day, if you were a fish)
Radio wakeup or beepbeepbeep alarm wakeup?
I carp incessantly here about my inability to sleep...if I don't have the loud hateful bleating of my alarm assaulting me every 10 minutes I don't wake up.
Courtyard or abbey?
Courtyard.
Posted by: Serge at August 29, 2003 03:45 PM
The questions are so crap I just can't be arsed. If you have any questions, ask away.
Delilah's was v. crowded last night, but still fun...interesting crowd, including but not limited to a clown, a rather sinister mime, and a 22 year old who just moved to town recently and was quite certain that I was the one who should "show him around". (you would think that to be an innocuous enough statement, but there was a very nudge nudge eyebrow waggling sort of look that accompanied)..I hadn't the heart to tell him I won't date anyone under 30 ever again - never mind someone who was born in the 80's...even if they are cute like a little puppy and remind me of my first boyfriend.
I actually got a picture of the clown by the way, but when I looked at it this morning, it completely heebed me out...I hate clowns...everyone hates clowns. The only reason I can imagine that clowns even exist at all anymore is because these clown people can't think of more creative ways to piss people off. So I'm not posting it.
I want bacon.
Having a wee bit of a Splitsville marathon. ...every now and then one needs a good shot of Power Pop - especially after a day of AC subjecting me to Poison, and maudlin country songs - the poor lamb is quite the heartachy boy at the moment, and I understand the compulsion to listen to a sad song or two - but the Poison...well there's no excuse for that. I don't care if he IS hanging out with Rikki Rockett tonight - I fucking hate Poison and all the power pop on the planet wont drive "Don't want nothing but a good time" out of my tiny little brain. Bastard..
Heading out in a bit w/Miss Kathy to the Delila's 10 year anniversary - might be interesting, might be overcrowded and as much fun as a punctured lung...but I'm optimistic...and maybe some loud punk rock will get this fucking 80's hair metal out of my head.
Another stellar contribution to the list of names for boobies from Molly Goatwax.
I think I'm gonna start calling mine Penn and Teller cos they're just so *magical*.
Rock Haus is #3 in a google search for 'borderline psychotic' - I'm so proud....*sniff*
Starting to feel marginally more productive at work - QuickBooks is easy-peasy, so once I'm more familiar with the lingo and develop the ability to decipher the secret code that AC calls handwriting - everything will be just swell. And to the certain clever clogs who emailed me making a sly comment about office hanky panky - trust me - that ain't gonna happen...not in the office, not anywhere. AC has been officially re-classified to the "I like him as a friend" category.
Still need to find night job.
Flipping through my mail in a yahoo account, I accidentally opened the following, no attachment, addressed only to me, and it didn't have any other "click here for hot steammy sexxxx" ads...Near as I can tell, a hostile virus has not been released upon my computer...do I know this person? So far as I'm aware I have not made the acquaintance of any corpulent, endowment and employment challenged men with a predilection for vinyl sheep..
Hello
I am a 'generously proportioned' male (375 pounds) with a less than
generous penile length (4 inches erect). I seek a vendor of quality
inflatable sheep who can give away free samples as I am unemployed.
Best regards
John Llamas
Anybody have any thoughts? This really should have gone to the Hamster - she's the one with the inflatable sheep story...
Let me preface this by saying, I'm not working some swirly girly thrill ride over recent events here, I'm just rambling..
Do first kisses rule, or do they RULE?*
TW - we dated shortly before I graduated. We met in the Tavern (but let's not hold that against him - he was in the tavern, but he wasn't a Tavernite, know what I'm sayin?) casually, he was a friend of a friend then one night he came up to me and said "I've decided to take up stalking - I was wondering if I could have your phone number and address" (to this day I think that's been my best pick up line ever). We went out shortly after and had drinks. He lived out in Winchester, a bit of a drive from Baltimore at the time, so even tho it was a first date, I told him he could crash at my place (despite all my bawdy drunken chat here in the Rock Haus, I'll let you know that Miss Lis doesn't just give it away) since he was a bit sotted and I didn't want him to drive. With the way I kept house at the time there was no other place for him to sleep except in my bed, so after a joking "try anything and I'll crack your skull" laying down of the rules, we lay down and went to sleep. He was a complete gentleman, going no further than taking my hand. The next morning when we were getting up he kissed me for the first time. I was all swirly for the rest of the day. he showed up that evening when I was working guard duty at the college centre, and told me he'd been thinking of me all day and he just wanted to come and see me and make sure we were on the same page.
SH - when I first met him I thought he was the biggest asshole I'd ever met...he was a friend of one of the members of my little circle at the time, and started hanging out with us all regularly. I came to realise he wasn't an asshole, he was just extremely blunt, and most times, hysterical when doing it. he walked me home one night, and at my door asked if he could kiss me. I of course opted to take the coy "Do you *want to kiss me*?" route...this evolved into an all night discussion. Finally when the sun was coming up he asked me again "so, I'm really tired, but I still really want to kiss you - can I kiss you?" again I asked him "Do you *want to kiss me*?"...He rolls his eyes and starts in on a tirade about "If I didn't want to kiss you would I have sat here all night..." I grabbed him and kissed him.
JG** - we had a couple of photo classes together and he also worked as a guard.. I'd never really noticed him until one day in class during a crit he made a remark about instant coffee that I just thought was hilarious...so a stalking I went. I started chatting with him (when he was working - so he couldn't run away - rather prophetic of my future in stalking bartenders) then we started hanging out "to go take pictures together"...finally one night I just invited him to come round my place and drink beer....He was cripplingly shy, so I knew I'd have to loosen him up somehow...he came over and we spent half the night on my roof, drinking rolling rock, and throwing 45's like Frisbee's at people walking on the street below (I had a huge stack of really crap 45's that a friend had gotten from a scrapped jukebox, and yes, I know, it's not nice to throw 45's at people walking down the street) still, despite my giving all the signals, but not the spine to just do it myself, he didn't try anything...as he was leaving, we were standing in my kitchen, and doing that god awful awkward "we know we like each other but we're both such complete pussies we're just gonna stand here and do the um er this was fun yeah we should do this again" thing...FINALLY, he gives me the most awkward hug in the world, and kissed me on the forehead. Then he asked me "You seein' anyone?",
"No" I replied
"Wanna hang out?" (in his defence - 19 year old skater boy we're talking about here)
"Yeah"
Then he kissed me for real.
There have since been other rather lovely and memorable kisses since then (Reader: well I would hope so Miss Lis - all these kisses happened 10 years ago!) but these are a few of the ones that were outstanding.
*Not always of course - sometimes the only thing you gain from a first kiss is the knowledge that under NO circumstances will there be a second one.
**He turned out to be a real piece of work who broke my heart in a million different ways, but that night is still a warm and fuzzy memory for me..
I have no idea why I wrote this entry, but since I did - I felt I may as well share.
Reader: Awwwwwwwww - Miss Lis you sentimental fool you
Miss Lis: FUCK OFF.
