Rock Haus

Night terrors, anyone?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Swiped from Mimi Smartypants.

Looks like I made it....

I am officially feeling human again...having gone to Wendy's and indulged in a $3 value menu orgy of grease, fat and cholesterol, and taken a moment out to bark at this asshat* who was trying to sell crap to all the folks in line (he was selling shampoo, and knock offs of super soaker water guns), I am feeling oh so much better, only drawback is that I am now ravenously hungry, and all I can think about is KFC. The chicken, the over cooked corn on the cob - the fake mashed potatos with the gravy, the slaw, the biscuits...it all seems so wonderful. Fortunately for my ass, there's not a KFC to be found anywhere near my house.

*Okay, that makes 2 instances in the course of a week, where I yelled at strangers...but this guy tried to give me the hard sell on some shampoo out of a duffel bag while I'm waiting in line:

"$20 in the store but for you today - $6!"
"no"
"no you don't like saving money?"
"no"
"but..."
"no"
"but really..."
"NO! NONONONONONONONO!!!"

It's people like this that make me think stabbing strangers on the street really isn't such a bad thing to do.

Birthdays - belated and otherwise...

Today is Union Jacks birthday - happy birthday matey!

Yesterday was Spot and Harry's birthday. Hope it was happy, lads.

I can't seem to shake the notion that Sherri's birthday is in July - but it's not - it was in early June and I *COMPLETELY* missed it, and I suck.

Other things:

Where in fuckery did Ryan Seacrest come from? It seems he came from nowhere and now he's everywhere, and damn if I don't want to give him a flaming gasoline enema every time I see him. Stupid tarted up talentless pretty boy. I hate him.

What gave me the idea that after barely eating yesterday, going to B&V and letting R. the bartender get me loaded for free was a good move? 4pm and I'm FINALLY feeling human again. Bad Lis. Bad stupid Lis.

I have a 4 day temp assignment starting tomorrow. Temp work don't pay what it did 4 years ago. But if it pays at all I'm in no position to say no.

grumble

Damn you Mastercard!

It would seem I am a big emotionally volatile PMS postergirl. I've always been a little moved by the little lost dog ads...but I just saw the one where Badger the dog finally comes home and I'm ashamed to say I cried like a big baby girl*

So clearly I am completely girltarded right now, unfit to be around people - best if I just stay in the house eating beef jerky and cookies.

*although am I crying because it's so touching? or am I crying because - face it - who *accidentally* leaves their dog behind thousands of miles from home?? I'll tell you who, people who don't want to tell their kids that "Badger went to live on a farm"...so maybe I'm crying because I know the next day poor little Badger is taking a one way trip to the vet....

Wikkid funny

Perhaps y’all have heard this one before, but I hadn’t and I practically peed myself laughing when I heard it. Discussing the Boston accent w/J, and he goes “Yeah, Boston is the only place where “that guy with the hat on” can mean one of two things”. If you’re not familiar with the accent, you’ll just have to believe me when I say that’s really fucking funny.

Hip Hip

Last night was Biz Markie, Slick Rick, and I believe, Doug E Fresh. You know how sometimes a car will pass by and all you hear is bass and distortion? Imagine being trapped IN that car for 5 hours - that was my evening. I do like some Hip Hop, but really, it doesn't need to be so loud I fear my fillings are being shaken loose to be good.

A few thoughts:

I hope one day *I* can find a guy who, when we go to a show together and I forget my ID and therefore can't come in, will tell me "Woman - go wait in the car".

No matter how surly and badass a guy is trying to look, if you say to him "now how come the folks at the DMV get that pretty smile and I don't?" he will giggle and become bashful.

I DON'T think "black people all look alike", checking ID's, by definition, requires looking at the ID, and then the person who gave it to me, so get the chip off your shoulder and shut the fuck up. I am not a racist, HOWEVER, I do take serious issue with ASSHOLES.

Being called "baby girl" feels weird, being called baby girl by a guy 12 years younger than me is just downright creepy.

It takes more than saying "god bless you" when I sneeze to get my number, I am not Bridget Fonda (that reference was just for you, Receptionista).

Shouty...

My sleep schedule has been all fucky as of late (like the past year or so, really), awake until 2 or 3 am and then forcing myself out of bed as early as possible in an effort to re-set my internal clock (which thanks to my daily bouts of 5pm narcolepsy fails miserably every time). As a result I am rather short tempered, and prone to lashing out angrily at the littlest thing. Fortunately this has for the most part been limited to inanimate objects (ie: "Stupid fucking bed geting in my way and racking me in the shin, godmotherfuckingdammitFUCK") Yesterday it crossed over to the human realm...and I still feel kinda bad about it. I was walking down Damen to meet Hamstress for a trip to the grocery store, and a bunch of local kids were playing with a ball on the sidewalk, a couple were older, maybe around 8, then a small one, about 4 (no supervising adults in sight). I watched in horror as the ball got away from the little one and he gleefuly chased it INTO THE STREET (for those who don't live aound here - Damen is a fairly busy street, complete with 4 year old bursting busses every 15 minutes). I almost had a stroke right there, seriously, it scared the hell outta me and I ran after him. He wrangled the ball and was returning to the sidewalk, when suddenly and without warning, I was posessed by my DAD, and I'm yelling at this kid "Don't ever EVER chase a ball into the street! EVER! That's very VERY DANGEROUS"...kid just stands there looking at me, lip wobbling ever so slightly, one of the bigger ones comes and asks me what the kid did, so I yelled at him too "you're OLDER, you have to watch him! He chased a ball into the street! He could get killed doing that". I was hit by a car as a kid when I chased a ball into the street, so I do know what I'm talking about, but seriously - I have no idea where that little outburst came from. Nice to know that if I do in fact ever spawn, my parenting style will lean towards my Dads "compliance through intimidation" technique.

Yish....

Woke up this morning to Dianne Sawyer chatting with one Mrs Alanis Morrisette. Alanis has come a long way from her Jagged Little Pill days, long gone is the angry angry girl, now replaced by the kinder, gentler Alanis, the happily married, baby on the way, doing a cover of "Let's Fall in Love" on GMA Alanis.

Mr Mike once remarked that although he's not a fan of her music he wouldn't mind having coffee with Alanis. I guess I could see that, she seems a nice enough gal, she's very happy with where she is in life, but not in a smug "my life is perfect and yours never will be and I am absurdly welathy, YOU will die in a meth lab fire in a trailer park" Celine Dion sort of way, but I could never really be friends with Alanis. I could see her being the friend who looks across the table, head cocked to the side - "so - still single huh?" then well intendedly patting your hand whilst rubbing her pregnant belly and adding "don't worry - it'll happen for you too one day". And what if I did something to piss her off? If I were in any way responsible for the unleashing of Jagged Little Pill II on the world, I just couldn't live with myself.

Blah

Well, for the time being, I'm back to sitting on my ass..Biz Markie on thursday, but other than that, I have no plans for the week. On the one hand this is horrifying, as that means no paycheque next week, on the on the other hand, I get paid tomorrow and I can buy groceries and feed the cats (fret not - the cats aren't starving). Last night B&V was cancelled for lack of interest. Instead I went to L&L with J from work and chatted for a couple of hours, I love J - he and I have great convos and he's never boring. Tonight I went to a birthday party/homecoming for Mister Bill and Neil. Saw Junebug, with whom I worked at Polo some years back, which was awesome - I LOVE Junebug, he was one of my fave people at Polo and I hadn't seen him in some time. He's still awesome, and still adorable.

Nothing else remarkable to report...

Later...

Busy weekend

Friday night the B-52’s show was pretty good. The show was not widely promoted, so the show only sold about half capacity, which meant less crowding, and less of the frat contingent that was present at the show I went to last year at the HOB…The crowd was mostly older, 40 plus, which is cool and I hope when I’m in my 40’s I’m still going to shows, HOWEVER I DON’T hope I’m the 40 something who goes to shows, and arrives on a *party bus* with all my drunken 40+ cohorts, and come dancing into the venue screaming “woooooooo! YEAH! Rock LOB-stah!” at the top of my lungs. Watched most of the show, I’m not a huge fan but I like ‘em okay, and they do a good live show, I will say it seemed to take them a couple of songs to get into good voice, but they get points for cuteness and enthusiasm.

Yesterday I worked from 11-8 slinging beer at the Randolph St festival. It was pretty slow most of the day until about 4 or so. The tent was right by the XRT stage, so I got to see a couple of decent bands, most notably the M’s and whoever that band was after them – Mister Mike – help me out here….Saw Mister Mike there, it’s been a while and we had a nice little chat, and he tried to make me feel better about the fact that I had to wear a t-shirt with a Miller Light logo on the back by pointing out that Bob Odenkirk is now their spokesman…nice try but it’s still shitty beer I wouldn’t rinse my catbox out with, and now I must live with the filthy shame of having promoted it…although I’ve become a lot more pro-economically friendly beer as late, I’m still a PBR gal…or Tecate – quite like Tecate these days….moving on…I think I saw Vince Vaughn at the fest – almost certain – he looked exactly like him except bloated and alcoholic, which as I understand is Mr. Vaughn’s natural state. He’s still pretty tho…Vince if you’re reading (because of course he reads my blog, just like Adrien Brody and Steve Buscemi) I love you and I won’t try to change you – call me!

As the day wore on and people drank more, and started to run out of tickets, the negotiations began:

“um….I’ve only got 3 tickets left – can you hook me up?”
“no”
“why are you so mean? Come on, get me an MGD – I’ll give you a dollar”
“you can get more tickets right over there”
“awwww, come on – please?”
“…(annoyed glare)...”
“Fine, I’ll have a water, but I want you to know I TOTALLY would have helped you out”
“Yeah, that’s why you’re a better person than I am”

After the fest I headed home, had a quick nosh, hit the shower, got dressed and headed over to Miss A’s. The original plan was that we were gonna go to Double Door for the Terminal Bliss show – alas we stopped at Estelle’s for a drink first, and at Estelle's we stayed. I used to go to Estelle’s all the time when Mister Bill worked there and I drank cheap…I now recall why I no longer go. Estelle’s was full of drunken cretins, one of whom was kind enough to lick my ear while telling me how sexy my glasses were (and they are, I’m not gonna deny it, but fuck off anyway you toolbox) He then did a merry dance for Miss A’s and my entertainment. I’m fairly certain I still hate him. I don’t think I’m capable of ingesting enough alcohol to make me think it’s okay to lick a complete strangers ear (when it comes to drunkenness and strangers I absolutely draw the line at ass grabbing) so I don’t appreciate encounters with those who are.

Today I slept in until I was good and done sleeping…am now brewing some ice coffee (café bustello and sweetened condensed milk – like rocket fuel, and SO yummy) Am hoping to conquer my dishes before heading over to Brew and View. No idea what the next week holds for me in the way of work, but I’m hoping for the best.

Did everyone else have a nice weekend?