Rock Haus

Woo!

It's Friday, It's payday, and tonight for the first time in longer than I can remember, Hamstress is gonna come out and play with me!

woot!!

addendum: AND I will also be joined by Mr Chris and his brother Mr. Ken!

woot woot!

guilty pleasure...

I can't quite describe the joy I felt upon arriving at home after a night of cocktails, and realising I had frozen burritos in the freezer.  Frozen burritos are really rather vile, they bear little similarity to actual burritos, and the contents rather resemble cat sick - but MY GOD THEY ARE TASTY.

I could ramble on at great length right now about various things, like if I had a kick ass boyfriend I wouldn't be out looking to sneak around, and how tonight was one of those nights where my pursuit of the LBEM seems like a hopeless pipe dream, and how the older I get, I find it more and more absurd that I am to believe ANY of the cast members of Grease were actually high school aged (Stockard Channing was already in her 30's for fucks sake!) and how yesterday my hair looked fabulous but today it is just being downright uppity and uncooperative....but really what I need to do right now is get my drunk ass to bed.  So that is what I'm gonna do.

Cheers.

For lack of anything interesting to talk about,

I give you whimsy

hmmm...

The past few days have found me feeling rather thin skinned and spiky...I can't pinpoint any particular issue, so I'm gonna play the girlie hysteria card.  Today I went to the grocery store and got some healthy food, cat litter, hair dye, household cleaning products...I am now going to dye my hair (which has been making me batshit crazy for the past week with its lifeless dull colour and mocking greys glimmering atop my head every time I look in the mirror) and clean my house - I am hoping this will serve to extract my head from my arse and I'll stop being such a sulky bitch...

In the warm and cuddly department:  Warmest congrats to new parents Todd and Heather!

The Casey Chambers show was much the same as the last one, a good opening band, her band rocked, her voice remains akin to nails on a chalkboard...As for the Rob Thomas show, what I hadn't counted on in the crowd was the mid 40's suburban white trash element.  One particularly refined and articulate woman, when told she could not sit on the brass rails on the back of the benches said (and I quote) "For as much as I paid for the fuckin' tickets for this show I'll sit where the fuck I want".  Pure class.  I'm still not completely convinced that it wasn't Ricky Martin on stage in lieu of Mr. Thomas, but the most entertaining aspect of the show was that somehow they had managed to go back in time and bring back the set of Top of the Pops, circa 1973...sorry, no pictures.  The BEST thing, however, was that the show ended early, and the audience fucked off quickly.

What I did on Friday night.

Desmond did NOT disappoint.  I wish however, that he had played a larger venue - the house was PACKED,  this picture should serve to explain why I have no pictures from the show.  The circled white blur is Desmond.  But it was a rockin good time, and Miss Kathy and the lovely Jeff made a rare appearance, which was AWESOME.  I also finally managed to snap Miss Julie's new E-Harmony profile picture .  Prior to the show we all met up at Matilda for a few adult beverages.  LBEM gave me a copy of the Kaiser Chiefs cd (I'm sure I just lost cool points with Mr Bill on this one, but I like 'em and I make no apologies).  At Miss Julie's pormpting, LBEM was also introduced to my amazing finger braiding party trick...I don't know if this hurt or helped me, but he was somewhat fascinated and at the very least now he knows I'm quite bendy.  Who doesn't love bendy??

Later in the evening, at an undisclosed location, with undisclosed parties, I took this picture. I post it only because it amuses me.  perhaps you had to be there.

Tonight I'm working Casey Chambers, who yes, is back again so soon.  Hopefully it will be a mellow early show.  Tomorrow night is Rob Thomas, which I'm NOT looking forward to, as I anticipate the crowd will be 90% LPT's and their accompanying boyfriends and there will be overserved drunken fuckwittery in spades...But I could be wrong - perhaps I will be pleasantly surprised.

King of Ska

I'm not quite the ska junkie I was 10 years ago, after that whole 12th wave or whatever it was a few years back where every suburban kid with a twitchy disposition was starting a ska band, I got a bit burnt out.  I've seen a lot of great ska bands: The Specials, The Allstonians, Mike Park era Deals Gone Bad, The Toasters, Pie Tasters, Bim Skala Bim, Laurel Aitken...but tonight - WOO! Tonight I'm seeing Desmond Dekker - Desmond motherfucking Dekker!!  I'm so excited.

Many thanks to Miss Julie who got me a ticket as an early birthday present...

What's your favourite lightbulb joke?

How many emo kids does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Fuck 'em - let 'em cry in the dark.

The Day So Far...

Job interviews - 1
Loads of Laundry done - 2
Missing remote controls - 1 (DVD Player)
Unsolicited ass fondlings on the bus - 1

When at a loss for a topic, always opt for extreme violence...

5 "TV Personalities" I would take entirely too much pleasure in kicking the living hell out of.

Steven Cojacaru: If Joan Rivers and Steven Tyler got drunk back in the early 70's and the condom broke - this man* would most certainly have been the result.

Star Jones: I may have mentioned before that I have some less than warm and cuddly thoughts about this bible brandishing flaming homosexual marrying pole up her backside no sense of humor having cow of a woman.

Tamron Hall: Co-anchor of Faux News in the morning here in the windy city...to be fair, when her copy is provided, she can be remarkably eloquent, so we know she can at least read. Left to her own devices however...I suspect if she had her way, the news would be nothing more than American Idol/The Bachelor updates, and talking about cute shoes and her stupid fucking dog. I challenge you to watch her for more than 5 minutes and NOT want to lance her head with a skewer like a big angry boil.

Dr. Phil: I doubt very much that a single one of you would question this. If I were absurdly wealthy I would give alot of money to the charity of his choice if I could see him repeatedly punched in the face by Eminem.  Why Eminem? I don't know, it just seems right.

Anna Nicole Smith: I won't deny that having dropped the weight, she's back to looking pretty hot, but that doesn't excuse being so unabashedly stupid.  And that Trimspa commercial where she, in a nails on the chalkboard baby voice asks, "Do you want my body?" skeezes me the fuck out. Die! Anna Nicole, DIE!!

*When I say man, I'm assuming - I have no way of proving it.

Privates....

From here on out, I shall be referring to my girl parts as my "shameful baby areas" - because it makes me laugh.  Swiped from  Twinkle Twinkle Blah Blah Blah. 

This of course pending my decision whether or not to sell the aforementioned parts on Ebay - since really, I'm not usin' em, and they're just taking up space...