Rock Haus

so....

Going from working about 25 hours a week to 45+ hours a week, in hand with the fact that lately booze just is not agreeing with me, has turned Miss Lis into a very dull girl.  October is gonna be crazy, with 19 shows coming up at work...so I have no new and exciting stories to share.

So I'll tell you an old one.

I was temping in Boston many years back, and driving the mass pike (read: BIGGEST. CLUSTERFUCK. ON. EARTH.) to and from Hudson every day.  I was on my way home one day, and as I got off the pike, I paid my toll at the toll booth, and the toll booth guy was VERY happy to see me, all smiles and "hi how are you?" and "have a nice day". It seemed odd since usually they were such a surly bunch.  It was only after I pulled away that I looked down and realised that my velvet shirt had hiked up over my seatbelt and I had just flashed the tollbooth guy.

He could have at LEAST given me a free pass.

applejacks musing

What sort of day must I be in for, when I wake up and the first word that springs to mind is "recockulous"?

let's watch....

misc...

If I recall correctly, Mr. Susan's birthday is 10 days after Mr Chris'...which would make the 25th his birtdhay...if this is the case, Happy Birthday!

From last sunday to yesterday, I worked over 55 hours total...wow. I'd better get used to it since  October is gonna be a busy month with all the shows coming up...at least my bills will all be getting paid on time.

Went and saw The 40 Year Old Virgin with Miss Jessica this evening - very funny movie and Seth Rogen grew up to be quite the hottie.

Saw the LBEM last night, as I hugged him goodbye I slipped my # into his shirt pocket and told him to call me and let me buy him a drink some time.  I know he won't call, but I'm still rather pleased with myself for making such a bold (for me - Queenie VonSpineless) move.

I was gonna hit Liars Club tonight since J. is spinning tonight, but I'm tired and I'm gonna go to bed instead.

Cheers.

Trainspotting

Standing on the platform waiting for the train home last night...

Thin cherub faced boy wearing low ride jeans and his little brothers t-shirt with self consciously styled *messy* hair: "I'm not emo, but I like Dashboard Confessional....I mean...I'm not gonna bend over  backwards for them, but I'm going to see them..."

My week so far...

Paul Weller on Tuesday night was okay - apart from some Jam stuff he did, I didn't recognize any of it, but it wasn't bad, it sort of appealed to the small dark part of me that likes Simply Red...it was very adult contemporary.  And Mr. Mike - I'd have to disagree with you on the threads...It looked to me like he's raided Kurt Cobains wardrobe, with jeans and oversized thermal undershirt,  topped with a scarf which I'm sure Steven Tyler will be wanting back...and the hair...oh god, the hair...I suppose it's nice to know that Rod Stewart's hairdresser has more than one client. In the crowd however, there were quite a few nattily attired young men, and more than a handful of cute English boys.  Overall, I've had far worse eveings.

Tonight is some event sponsored by some cigarette company, which is all well and good except that I have to go in  at 12:30 to get trained on carding people.  After doing it for a year and  a half - MOST ANNOYING....and could they do it an hour before call? Oh no, I have to come in for an hour in the middle of the day, then come home then go back.  And yeah, granted, it's only a 10 minute train ride each way, and it's not like I have anything to do this afternoon (well, above and beyond all the stuff around the house that I'd procrastinate on and not get done anyway) but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna grumble and bitch about it all the way.

yeurgh...

So yesterday after a 12 hour day at work, and a quick beverage over at berlin I headed home.  Anyone familiar with the CTA might be aware that the Brown line, after a certain time, stops running into the Loop and only runs North between Belmont and Kimball.  After this happens, the train leaves the Belmont stop on the southbound side.  Here’s the thing – the schedule says this switch happens at some time around 12:10, but since the train rarely runs exactly on schedule, if one is departing right during that window, it’s hard to tell sometimes which platform one should choose. You can ask the CTA attendant, sure, but I have discovered – THEY LIE SOMETIMES! (in fact sometimes I suspect that they quite possibly might not give a flying rats ass about the quality of my cta riding experience, but that’s another rant for another day)…so yeah, what I’ve discovered the best thing to do is position myself at the south end of the southbound platform, by the overpass to the northbound platform. This way, if the train should appear on the northbound track, I can scamper over, and not miss the train. 

I HATE crossing the overpass. 

I don’t know how many of y’all have made use of this handy dandy overpass, but if you do – when you get to the top of the stairs, stop and look around and witness the gruesome horror show of FUCKING GREAT BIG BLOODY SPIDERS that adorn every nook and cranny and crevice of the structure, literally dozens of the bastards.  Crossing this thing leaves me with the unshakable feeling that one of them is ON ME, and I’m left twitchy, and constantly brushing myself off, like some sort of lunatic in the throes of the DT’s…it’s like my own personal Fear Factor but without having to endure the additional indignity of ingesting moose balls, or cuddles from Joe Rogan.

So yeah, yesterday was a long ass fucking day and since I don’t usually work Sundays, certainly not for 12 hours, I am taking tonight off to do bugger all.  Then tomorrow we have Paul Weller.  Can anyone tell me what he’s been up to lately? I remember him from the Style Council and the Jam, but I’ve no idea what he gets up to when left to his own devices – any good?

So I have a monday night off for once - who wants to join me for 20 cent wings? I generally detest The Rail, but I can't deny that their wings is some damn fine eatin'.

The wait is over...

With aplogies to Ubermiilf for taking so long...

7 Things I Plan to do Before I Die:

1. Live in England again, even if only for a year or two
2. Scuba dive
3. Have a job I am passionate about, and enjoy doing
4. Pole dancing - I think my life needs pole dancing
5. Fall in love properly
6. Walk the coast of Cornwall (all at once or in parts - TBD)
7. Do an in depth photo essay about aforementioned coastline

7 Things I Can Do

1. Remember things from when I was two
2. Take a decent photograph
3. Make a mean pot roast
4. Play Ode to Joy on the recorder
5. Braid my fingers
6. Reach things on in the back on the top shelf
7. Make people laugh

7 Things I Cannot Do

1) Get a cheque in the mail on time
2) Be mean to people who don't deserve it
3) maintain personal discipline
4) forget people
5) keep my house tidy for more than a week
6) Parallel park
7) Give up

7 Things That Attract me to the Opposite (or same) Sex:

1) A sly wit
2) A goofy smile
3) Balls
4) Geekery
5) Loyalty
6) Ambition
7) A wacking great big brain

(height, good taste in music, tattoos also nice)

7 things that I say most often:

1) Hi I'll need to see your ID
2) If I catch you drinking I will throw you out and quite possibly set you on fire
3) I love you baby
4) PBR please
5) assclown
6) can I get a light
7) Wanna get drunk and make out?*

7 celebrity crushes: for I am nothing if not a shameless groupie

1) Ewan McGregor
2) Steve Buscemi
3) Steven Wright
4) Adrien Brody
5) Vinnie Jones
6) Harland Williams
7) Rhys Ifans

5 people I want to do this:

1. Jolly James
2. Receptionista
3. XLT
4. Molly
5. Jen

*Okay, you got me, I have never said this to another person in my life.  Lately however, I've been thinking it might be good to incorporate it into my verbal repertoire .Bring on the margaritas.

Who's a big grown up boy? You are! yes you are!!

Happy birthday to Mr. Chris.  It would appear that in celebration of his shove down the shaft to middle age, Mr. Chris has abandoned wearing big boy pants.  Well done. Happy birthday to he that I love like the brother I never asked for.

Additionally, it would appear that Milfstress is also celebrating this weekend. Happy happy lovie!

Sigh...

I really like the new job...what sucks however is when all the B&V hooligans go out after work, including the cute new one I'm interested in talking to - I must dutifully go home, and go to bed...I know, I know...somebody call me a waaaambulance.

Proving yet again that my sense of humor is less than highbrow....

So after a long night at work with Super Diamond and The Faint (who really just weren't as good as Super Diamond, so I can't be arsed to link them, I mean, I was there for synth pop back in the 80's and yeah, you had some catchy synth riffs, but you're no Soft Cell, hell, you're no A-ha) I was checking Yahoo tv for something faintly entertaining to fall asleep to, and I came across this movie.  Now I know you're thinking, Pierce Brosnan - how can you go wrong with an oscar caliber leading man like him? Well, I haven't actually watched any of it yet, but my inner 12 year old spiralled into fits of giggles at the name "Ray McAnally"...I just wish his first name was Roger...or what if Pierce Brosnans last name was McAnally...that would be funny too...

Clearly I need to go to bed now.