Rock Haus

Happy Halloween kids!

that's all so far...

To answer my own questions...

Fave horror flick, well...right this second, I'd say Motel Hell, cos it's fresh in my mind, also enjoyed the first of all the horror series films, Jason, Freddie, Damien, Hellraiser etc....Also love Carrie...years ago I saw a movie called "Don't Be Afraid of the Dark" which I believe I've mentioned before. Since I was terrified of the dark as a kid it scared the holy hell outta me.

In my goodie bag - well, if a Nikon Coolpix 5400, or Adrien Brody aren't avaiable, I'll go with the trad candy corn.

Having attended many Halloween parties at Art School, it's hard to say (the Crest team mentioned by XLT were good, as were the Jetsons...and by the way XLT - I want to see a picture of your Elvis duds))...there are many, but I never fail to be amused by a guy dressed as a giant penis. Original? No, but funny. What can I say, I'm an emotional 10 year old.

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn

I really didn't want to get up this morning. Not particularly under-rested, but bed was so warm and comfy, and well, now I am neither warm nor comfy.

Was having a rather long and convoluted dream this morning...all I remember is that I was with Smich and I don't know what she had done but she was on parole, I had gone to meet her after a meeting with her parole officer, and she was carrying a white folder with "Big Dumbass Devil Boy" written on it in metallic marker. She dragged me off to this Disneyquest/ESPNZone type of indoor amusement park for grownups type of place (this struck me as unusual, as Smich strikes me as about as likely to engage in this sort of behaviour as she would be to say something to the effect of "My one goal in life is to make out with Gerard Depardieu") we were waiting to ride on a roller coaster thing of some description (and again - another unusual aspect of this dream is that *I* was a willing participant. Love Smich as I do, if she said "Hey Miss Lis- let's go to the FunZone" my first question would most definitely be "Is there a sucking chest wound option?")...while we were waiting for the rollercoaster, this guy who looked like this guy Jack I knew of in Baltimore (who last time I saw hime was in the AllMighty Senators) came over and started hitting on Smich, he was talking to her about his job as a puppeteer, he appeared to be wearing some kind of Werewof Elvis costume...

That's all I remember - I'm still on the patch, obviously...haven't been as good as I should be, but I've been a whole lot better than I was...

Halloween themed Thursday Three quickie:

1. Best Horror Film
2. What do you most want to find in your goodie bag?
3. Best costume ever? (yours or someone elses)

I'll get back to y'all later with my answers. I need to get ready for work...

YEAH Baby

Rock Haus was #1 in a search for "Who's a sexy bitch?" YEAH! I'm number ONE.

Tonight I went over to the Hamster's abode and made her watch Motel Hell. Love this movie....every scene is pure gold. A definite Halloween must see...and if that's not enough to sell you, John Ratzenberger (aka Cliff, of Cheers fame) is in it.

Last night I had a hankering for a fresh chocolate chip cookie, so I picked up a packet of those Nestle Toll House thingies, where the dough is all ready to be put in the oven and you can make a couple of cookies whenever you feel the compulsion. This didn't work out...my oven is a complete piece of crap, and after several attempts and the senseless incineration* of innocent cookie dough, I said fuck it. The remainder of the package is in my fridge and I am simply regarding it as conveniently portioned raw cookie dough treats...and if that's wrong, I don't want to be right.

My knee hurts. why? I have no idea.

*I'd just like to note that I *do* know my way around an oven, and my oven really IS a useless piece of shit. I would like to take a sledge hammer to it.

Consider adoption

Open your heart and home, to a homeless French gnome

My not so Beautiful Laundrette

Since I was up at an absurd hour this morning, I decided to be productive and trek my comforter over to the laundrette for a wash. If you go to the laundrette when it's barely 7am, you get the place to yourself. I amused myself while waiting for the dryer, by taking some pictures.

Sting is on Oprah this morning. I was never a huge Police fan, but I thought they were okay, and I had a brief enthusiasm for his solo work during college...but every time I hear him interviewed, my desire to smash his face in grows by leaps and bounds....I can't quite say why....his wife could use a good punching too....

Jesus it's early...

My alarm clock is very polite. It emits a gentle beeping noise that doesn't so much *tell* me to get up, as it meekly suggests it...it's still annoying, as I still have to get up and turn it off, and there are some mornings when its gentle bleating irks me by seeming a little more passive aggressive than I'd like, but compared to my old alarm clock which was more like getting a good yelling at from a drill sergeant experiencing an uncomfortable hemmeroidal flare up, it's not too bad. My boss has a Hello Kitty alarm clock - sounds cute, doesn't it? You would think so, until you hear the deafening god awful noise it makes - harsh grating *happy tunes* along with a maddening fake child voice informing you it's time to get up. On an annoyance scale it's up there with someone sneaking up on you and violently banging two saucepans over your head. If I owned this thing, it would go off exactly once, and then I would have no choice but to reduce it to a pile of shiny plastic dust - and *that's* certainly not gonna do me any good. I can't imagine there's good karma attached to pulverizing something as cute as Hello Kitty.

This morning I was having this dream that I was going to a super secret record sale...it was being held by the guys from Sound Opinions. It was all vinyl, all promo copies. I went with Mr.Mike. For some reason this was bad, as he was deemed some kind of *industry insider* and was therefore not supposed to know about it....they had all the Soft Cell promos I bought in high school which currently reside somewhere in my parents house.

mmmmmm sandwiches

Sometimes complete bliss is as easy as the simple perfection of a well made* cheese and tomato sandwich.

What's *your* favourite sandwich?

*And by well made I mean that no Wonder Bread, plastic cheese, or nasty, mealy, anemic tomatoes were harmed in the making of this sandwich.

Fall

27 contacted me to let me know that the wigs were freaking him out. Since I would never want my blog to cause any of my readers to go to their bad place, I am posting this nice picture of leaves. Now, 27, just don't scroll down, and everything will be just fine.

Wig Shop, Milwaukee Ave, Saturday night.

Big fun night of general debauchery last night. The Hamster and I began the evening at Gold Star...despite the fact that the godlike bartender was working, we elected to move on, as it was v. crowded, and neither the Hamster nor I care to stand. We decided to go to the Beachwood...upon our arrival there we were disappointed to discover it was closed for a private party. Next stop - Club Foot. Club Foot worked out quite well for us. Seating was available, shortly after our arrival my boss showed up. We got a table..beer was flowing. Met several interesting people, a couple of friends came in, and the evening ended with a rather fun convo with a charming and utterly gorgeous boy who at 6ft 8 towered over me, even tho I was wearing my Fleuvogs. Despite his being a Gemini, we agreed that we must marry and have lots of giant babies, we will have our own basketball team and become incredibly wealthy. In the event I ever see this boy again, I intend to tackle him, hog tie him, and bring him home, to treasure and cuddle forever.

Today I have accomplished little more than getting up, and going to the Chinese place, to pick up an appetizer sampler, as I am a big believer in the restorative powers of deep fried foods and meat products.