Rock Haus

to do list

Perhaps if I post this I will actually DO a couple of these things:

1. Do dishes
2. Change sheets, make bed
3. Put away clean laundry that has been languishing on my couch since tuesday
4. Wrangle the dust kittens
5. Take out the trash
6. Clean the catbox.

I have a big day ahead of me!

turning on a dime...

I woke up this morning in a horrible snark...I blame the whole waiting game I'm playing with the two jobs I interviewed for last week...I've hit that "fuck it, I'm not gonna get either of them and I should just go see if the Wendys down the road needs a fry girl because I can't get anything better..." phase.

Don't get all excited, I didn't get any jobs. Yet. In truth, I doubt highly I'll be getting the one I really wanted, but returning to the blind date analogy, I'm hoping I'll get the other one, I mean, it would be nice if SOMEONE would take me out once in a while and tell me I'm pretty...

I had to work tonight and had NO motivation to get ready, I just wanted to stay in the house, but I had to get going, so I finally got my ass in the shower and got dressed, but I couldn't find anything I wanted to wear so that made me snarkier, then I was trying to pick out music to travel by, and decided I was in NO mood for any of the music I have on CD...but then...I went and checked the mail. Lo and behold, there was my eagerly anticipated Splitsville T-shirt, AND, as an added bonus, for being their first t-shirt customer (they only just got 'em on the website last week) the lovely and talented Paul Krysiak enclosed a copy of his other band Myracle Brah's latest CD. I love Splitsville, I love Paul, and now, I love Myracle Brah.

So, clad in a spanking (and sparkly!) new t-shirt, and armed with new tunes, I left the house in a much better mood.

Yeah, this one sucks too

But it's not nearly as jarring, is it?

I actually was working one one that I thought was coming out pretty cool and wasn't painful to look at inthe least and then my computer decided that it was just gonna shut itself off.

My computer is a bitch that way.

No of course I hadn't saved it yet. Fuck off.

jeezy creezy

That new banner is awful isn't it? I whipped it up in about 3 minutes in photoshop and it shows...yergh...makes the eyes hurt to look at it.

nevertheless, I'm gonna leave it there until I come up with something better, hopefully I will be inspired by its hideousness...

Bizzare sex laws

Here's some useful reference material for all you deviants out there.

Random misc....

I'm awake early and feel like rambling on about nothing in particular. So I will.

1. Yesterday, Tatum O'Neil was on Oprah. Tatum O'Neil is a complete lunatic who really shouldn't leave the house unmedicated. Seriously, twitchy, flashing the crazy eyes - I would NOT want to be on the business end of her ire. Another shining example of a child star gone horribly horribly wrong.*

2. Duran Duran have a new album out, featuring the original line up (all three Taylor's present and accounted for!!). I don't know WHY this is as exciting to me as it is, but gosh it really is. Despite the fact that he is so obviously gay, I still really want to meet Nick Rhodes. I just caught them on Regis and Kelly. They're all still just so cute (well, except for Andy - he was always a bit of a barker - did ANYONE fancy him??)...as a result I believe Kelly may have wet herself.*

3. My allergies have been going bezerk lately. The other day at work, suddenly and without warning, [gross] my eye swelled up, and I don't mean the eyelid, I mean the EYE, it was so incredibly gross, it was like my eye was surrounded in gelatinous goo, but it was the surface of my eye [/gross] I've never seen anything like it....since I currently have no insurance, and I could still see, and it didn't *hurt* it was just very itchy, I used some allergy relief eye drops and rode it out. It was perfectly fine the next morning, but since going blind is up there on my list of horrible fears with getting fat, finding a thumb in a can of black beans, and Hillary Duff, it really freaked me out.

4. Out with J. the other night for drinks at Delilah's...discussing his whole new "work is for jerks" philosophy (funny really, coming from the man with 3 jobs) his current plan is to land himself a trust fund brat. As gently as possible I pointed out that he's the guy the trust fund brats have a fling with to piss off their parents but ultimately dump to marry the guy from the country club that her parents approve of (so she gets to keep the trust fund - she's no fool). Later I thought, who am I to piss in his cornflakes like that? Perhaps I'm just bitter because I passed my trophy bride sell-by date YEARS ago...speaking of J. He will be spinning a variety of good tunes tonight at Seanchai - there will be $2 Guinness pints, it'll be a good time. I will be headed over after the Rufus Wainright show...I don't doubt I'll be needing a drink after that.

5. J-Lo was featured on Inside the Actors Studio recently. Did I miss when the show title was changed to Inside the "Actors" Studio? Seriously - is she a real actress now? Has she proven herself to be more than a nice ass and a pretty face? Because if she did, I missed it. I'm not gonna lie, I've seen several of her movies, I'm easily drawn in to a schlocky chick flick, because at heart I'm essentially weak minded and girly, but come ON - does anybody really think of her as a real actress?? I mean, if that's the case I'll just start composing my Oscar acceptance speech right now, because I had no idea I had a shot.

6. Happy Birthday Miss Claudia

*I know, I am watching a horrifying array of morning chat shows. I need a job. I'm working on it.

whoops

So yesterday I neglected to wish the lovely and talented Hamstress a happy birthday...but since she's off in sunny Maui, and I'm taking care of her bastard cat, I don't feel that bad about it.

Swing by the Dojo and give her some birthday love.

A nice weekend update for your monday morning reading pleasure...

Well, let's see.

Gomez show was okay...nothing to write home about, but inoffensive.

Mr. Chris and I got a late start heading to the pileup. In combination with bad directions courtesy of mapquest, we got there just in time for it to end. snapped a few pics of hot cars, we vowed that next year we'll be on time...the ride out there was nice....rarely do I venture from the confines of the city, and there's somethng faintly soothing about miles upon miles of corn and powerlines.... On the way back as we were skirting the loop on the highway,[rant] we were suddenly flanked by a band of crotch rocket riders. No helmets, lounging on the gas tank, one hand on the handlebar, wearing friggin flip flops....there have been a lot of articles in the news lately about all the motorcycle deaths, and these are the assclowns who are going down, and frankly, and I know this is crass, but it's natural selection at work, if you're gonna go bombing down the highway at dangerous speeds with no helmet, zipping in and out of traffic, I'm sorry but I'm NOT gonna feel bad for you when you blow your brains all over the road. However, when you're flanking the bike on which *I* am a passenger, and there's that slight possibility that you could hit a skip in the road, and due to the fact that you're steering with one fucking hand, loose control of the bike, and come careening into us, well I take serious issue with that, you stupid motherfucker[/rant] Fortunately we escaped death on the road, and got back to Mr. Chris' house, where he made me a lovely dinner. Later on we headed over to B&V, because heaven forbid I not go there for a night. Had a couple of beers and waited for Miss Sarah, when she arrived we headed over to Matilda. From there out it was drunken mayhem.

Today was about laying around with some netflix - I watched Saved and Mean Girls. Both were entertaining, although I have to say I liked Saved better. Once I was certain that I had done my very best to accomplish exactly fuck all around the house, I got dressed, tarted myself up and headed out for work. The show was pretty good, lots of drama, when it came to the bands, I didn't really care that much, peeked in on Thrill Kill Kult, Wasn't planning to check out Ministry, the floor was PACKED and it was hotter than hell in there, I was loitering in the lobby when suddenly, someone's talking about voting and the importance of getting shrub out of office...I think to myself, that voice is very familiar... in I go and I'll be damned if it wasn't Jello Biafra on the stage. He finished his speech and then sang 3 songs with the band. It was fucking AWESOME. I mean, Jello fucking Biafra! How fucking cool is that??? After the show elected to come home and behave myself rather than join the lads at Berlin. Am now enjoying a tasty chicken biryani rice bowl from Trader Joes. What a good girl I am.

Did everyone have a nice weekend? Do anything exciting??

And so on...

Outfits worn so far today:

1. black tank top and blue supergirl hipster briefs (obviously this was not worn out of the house)
2. 2 piece black suit, crisp white shirt, pearls, tights, and high heels
3. Jeans that are too big, spiked belt, chain wallet, black shirt, doc martens

Had my second job interview of the week today. I loathe job interviews, they're like blind dates, you go in with a faint idea of what you're getting into, but until you get there and talk to 'em you really have no idea. If in fact they were blind dates, my interview yesterday would be the one where you show up and talk to him for five minutes and then suddenly find yourself imagining your name hyphonated with his and wondering if his mum would like you. Todays interview would be the guy who's really nice and okay looking and yeah, you suppose you could date for a while and see where it goes but you already know he's not the man for you and ultimately it would never work out...but he'll do for now...you know what I'm saying. Now I get to play the waiting game - will he call? Does he like me? did I say anything really stupid that will make him hate me? Bleah.

Pot Roast

Today I had a job interview and made some pot roast.

Tonight I will be eating the aforementioned pot roast in the company of Miss Sarah and Silent Ron. Later on Quattro and J. may come by.

Tomorrow I have another job interview and then I'm working the Gomez show.

At some point tomorrow I expect I shall also be eating some leftover pot roast.

On Saturday I'm going to the Hunnert Car Pileup with Mr. Chris.

I don't know if there will be any further left over pot roast by then.

Sunday is the Ministry show.

I doubt there will be pot roast at that point.

I have another roast in the freezer, which will go in the pot after Hamstress returns from her high fallutin island vacation.

And then there will be leftovers.

I loves me some pot roast.

It's good eatin'.

(this entry reads much better if in your mind you imagine it being read by Billy Bob Thorntons character in Slingblade)