Rock Haus

Grrrrrrrr....

I'm sure Joe Jackson's gettng a few bucks for it, but it galls me no end that "Is She Really Going Out With Him?" is being used in ads for some crap new sitcom...I can deal with Iggy Pop hawking Carnival Cruise Lines, and the Buzzcocks selling SUV's, and even the Ramones selling cell phones (ok - that's a lie - I have a big problem with that one too) but to have one of my favourite songs, from one of my favourite albums of all time - well that reeeeeally gets up my nose. (it's a cover, but still - that doesn't make it right - no way no how)...fuckers...this is way worse than when Burget King saw fit to use Modern English's "Melt With You" in a Whopper spot...

Why do I even sleep anymore?

Weird, not very good at all dream last night. I was living in a storefront, and had made the strange choice of putting my bed right in the window (and before you go thinking naughty thoughts, it was nothing like that - this ain't Amsterdam, for god's sake!)...several exes (both boyfriends and "boyfriends") were featured in the dream, one was dating Miss Julie, I won't say which, cos it wasn't Mr. Chris, and Miss Julie will be SO not amused by my subconscious's choice in suitors for her...what was really weird about this pairing was that in the dream it seemed completely normal, where in reality I could only assume that Miss Julie had suffered a catastrophic head trauma and hadn't had it seen to ....this was all peripheral however, the main theme of the dream was that my Uncle Ken was trying to kill me. I don't like my Uncle Ken. Not one little bit. He's a bastard, and I haven't seen him in about 20 years, and frankly, I wish he was dead. Harsh? Not really. If he was your uncle you'd feel the same way. Anyway, fear not beloved won-tons, he didn't get me, and the lovely Tom Kavenaugh came to my rescue - so the dream wasn't ALL bad.

Why I should seek help...

You know how sometimes you think absolutely the wrong thing? Went to the grocery store tonight with a vaguely hungry daze on -you know, you're there, you're wandering around, your mind isn't completely in the game... Browsing the dairy aisle, I came upon Stonybrook Farms "Yo Baby" yogurt for babies...*my* first thought was "Holy crap! baby on the bottom yogurt?".

This *after* cutting back on the drinking...

Wrap up.

Didn't do much of anything today...watched more movies (nothing worth mentioning) took a walk to Trader Joes for the simple reason that it's bloody lovely out - nice and cool - great walking weather. When I came home I got a message from the always charming Mr. Mike, who came and got me and took me out for pie, and gave me a couple of CD's he burned for me - so all in all a day well spent. (and by the way, Mike - is the Warrant song still in your head? If it was gone did I just put it back?)

It would seem my freak beacon is burning bright this weekend. I just popped out to the booze emporium to grab smokes, and this weirdo tried to pick me up - he tried to chat me up in the store, and I brushed him off, and then he was waiting for me outside (CREEPY!!!) and asked me if I wanted to go get a drink...yish. I told him my boyfriend was waiting for me at home and went on my merry way. What the hell is in the air this weekend? maybe this is why I felt I shouldn't leave the house.

Sod city living

Wish I was here.

My whiz bang super exciting weekend so far...

Have been watching lots of movies this weekend...the only one really worth mentioning was Bend it Like Beckham - I *loved* this movie - it made me wish I could muster even the smallest bit of interest in any game that involves running around on a playing field of some description chasing after a ball...but no matter how I wish I could care, I hate sports*. I was raised in a vehemently anti-sports household, and even though in recent years my mother has taken an interest in watching the Red Sox (much to my Fathers chagrin) I still find baseball (football, basketball, golf..) about as interesting as watching paint dry...but I really enjoyed Bend It...yes I did - by the end of it I was practically in tears over whether or not Jes would get to live her dream of playing football...yeah - that's right - football, because in England it's not called fucking soccer...

*I do love to bowl, but it's my opinion that any game that can be played by a beer swilling chain smoker (not unlike myself) can not be classified as a "sport". And you're not chasing the ball, you're simply thowing it and watching it roll away...and I like the X-games, as I've mentioned before - but that just stems from my somewhat peculiar affection for skater boys....

The initial plan for the weekend was to rent a lot of movies and stay home all weekend, but then Mr. Chris and Miss Julie called and lured me out of the house for a few bevvies at Exit. Took the train there, encountered a freak on the train - he seemed harmless enough when I got on, he was snoozing in the corner and I sat across from him - then he woke up, and I imediately noticed the crazy eyes - he started pointedly staring at me, and when I looked away he would sort of point his foot at me and stamp it on the floor - he then saw fit to caress his, um, manly area (not actually groping, but *definitely* looking to bring attention to...) and stare right at me...I did my best to ignore him, and even went so far as to get up and move to the end of the train car, AND HE FOLLOWED ME!!. Fortunately at this point, mine was the next stop, but I was getting ready to fucking kick his nasty perve ass. Got to Exit, mad as hell, after a beer and a shot (which in the hands of lovely bartender Chris consists of a small tumbler of vodka, so really, closer to 3 shots) I was in much higher spirits. Stayed for a while, and came home - Exciting, yeah?

Now I'm going to bed.

Envy my lifestyle.

Rock and Roll.

Wow...um...

Went to Fireside Bowl tonight to celebrate Rick's birthday, and see the Dirtbox Racers, who as usual put on a rockin set, headed by the lovely and charming Chad #4 - hopefully AC will link his pictures and I can link them from here...(althought the highlight of the evening was walking in with AC and telling the doorman,"That'll be two, one for me and one for my bitch")

Sue and Rick dropped me off and *somehow* I became engaged in conversation with some chick who was essentially stalking her boyfriend from in front of my house. She told me the whole sad story and basically didn't tell me a single thing that justified her being with him - I told her to cut bait and run. She of course disregarded everything I said, but I don't regret the experience, as it was like seeing Jerry Springer live...my god. I'll admit Ive come to terms with a whole lot ofcrap - especially in the last few months, but jeezum crow - if my boyfriend was shagging prostitutes, and smoking crack - I can see with complete confidence I would be off like a prom dress - either or - both dealbreakers.

Anyhoo - I must sleep now.

Cheers -

Quotable

AC's quote du jour: "I like it because it's thick, and sticky"

Oh yes, we're an intellectual bunch here...this concludes the 5th grade innuendo portion of the day...