Rock Haus

Bang a Gong....

Have I mentioned I'm dirty and sweet, clad in black don't look back and you love me?

Maybe not, but it would appear somebody does.  Upon exiting my apartment this morning, placed upon my doormat I found this:

It wasn't just sitting there in a casual, whoops-i-got-dropped-accidentally sort of way,  oh no, it was placed carefully on the mat in a very deliberate "Hi honey I'm home!" sort of way. Should I be concerned? Perhaps it's a gentle way of telling me that I have the teeth of a hydra upon me, and I shold get my ass to a dentist....

monday

Happy Monday my little pomegranates. How are we all doing this fine morning/afternoon/whenever I actually get around to posting this??

Had a nice weekend.  Friday night was B&V, which although busy was such a welcome change from the concerts that have plagued my every weekend for the past few weeks.  Stuck around for a couple of beers after work and then hitched a ride with miss char. We went to The Rail by my place for one more. I really don’t like The Rail (*see below)…but we had a nice drink and girl talk and good company can make bad surroundings tolerable. Still miss rays tho. The scary old man bar on the corner across the street from my house closed, I’m really hoping a cool new bar will open in its place and it won’t simply be replaced by another *plasma screen ensconced meeting place for fratboy asshats and their kate spade bag toting female counterparts  That might be asking a lot however, considering the size of the condo unit next door.

Is it so much to ask to have a nice local bar I like going to and can see when I exit my house? Not like I’m drinking all that much lately…but still it would be nice.

Anyway, back to my weekend.  Saturday afternoon I was loitering around the house not doing much of anything, when I got a call from Mrs Kathy who was in the ‘hood and wanted to know if I was available for lunch – as it happened I was at a stopping point with my afternoon of intensive sitting around the house doing fuck all, so I was in fact able to join her and the always delightful Mr. Kathy for a nice lunch at Café Saulmarie, and a little browse around some of the cute little stores in Lincoln square.  Saturday night we had Stephen Lynch at work. Do you know this guy? Comedian, sings songs – absolutely hilarious.  After that it was off to Matilda to meet Miss Jessica,  I wasn’t feeling particularly drinky,, and after half a beer I switched to coke, but I still managed to close the bar.  Sunday I again met up with miss Jessica and we went to the Davis to see Walk the Line. I’m a Johnny Cash fan, but not so much of one that I know enough about his life to quibble over inaccuracies. I thought it was a great film, and Reese Witherspoon surprised me with the pipes she’s got…And Joaquin Phoenix well, I’m not gonna deny the man has talent but he’s so damned pretty I would’ve been perfectly happy to listen to him read from the phone book for two hours.

So now it’s Monday. Gonna be a short week with Turkey day on Thursday. No complaints from me on that (with the exception of lost income but what can you do?)

Um….yeah, that’s it for now…cheers.

For all you haters who have been accusing me of being pleasant lately

You Are Scary

You even scare scary people sometimes!

How Scary Are You?

Grumblesnark and other petulant whinings...

So  - far as I'm concerned, FedEx/Kinkos can go eat a bag of dick.  Due to an issue that arose long before I was employed here, our account was suspended, due to an outstanding sum of less than $30.  First I had to go to the business office here at work to establish that the amount was in fact paid. In the business office I dealt with this bitch woman who didn't appear to be the least bit interested in helping me, and spoke with an accent that suggested that her off time might be spent plotting big trouble for moose and squirrrl...She says the check wasn't cut becasue they weren't paying it because they didn't know what it was for. I helpfully point out itemization on invoice that was presented.  She says she'll see what she can do, I come back up to my office, she calls to say the cheque was cut, and sent out over a month ago.I call FedEx back. They received said cheque, couldn't figure out what it was for, and returned it (genius!) Our business office cashed the refund cheque (double genius!) once them to reactivate the account so that I can send out several packages tonight. I was successful in this endeavor, but nonetheless, I am extremely irritated.

Add to that, despite being in bed asleep by 1am, with no more than 1 beer in my veins, I awoke this morning feeling like I  slammed into a brick wall. So.Not.Fair.

better now

Am feeling far less clinically insane and am back to faintly smug well being. Currently enjoying a Red Eye with an extra shot, and a piece of fudge given to me by Miss Jessica, who KNOWS I have no willpower whatsoever, yet still felt the inclination to give me a tupperware container full of the stuff. I simultanelously love her and hate her for this.

It's really really effing cold out.

Beyond that I have nothing to share.

With apologies to you industrial liking types out there....

but you can just *keep* Front 242 all to your damn selves.  Now, granted I spent a decent portion of the late afternoon in an Orange Alert state of chicksteria. The only thing that is more upsetting than being completely irrational, is KNOWING you are being completely irrational, yet being unable to stop being completely irrational.  Anyway, I was already feeling somewhat fussy and spiky, but then I have to work through nearly 3 hours of really fucking loud music I can't stand. feh. I elected to bag working Dropkick Murphy's tomorrow, although I am a fan, I'm just so sick and tired of LOUD MUSIC. Even if it's good, I'm just so bloody sick of loud.

Now that I'm back in the quiet of my apartment, I'm feeling slightly less emotionally brittle, I think a little cry and a cigarette will have me back at normal levels.

On that note, I'm gonna watch Bob Newhart on MeTV (with the volume low) and go to bed.

sugar high

Today I had to buy groceries, the cupboard was bare. Rather than go to Jewel, I decided to try Harvestime, reccomended to me by a foodie friend. Imagine my delight when in addition to appealing and reasonably priced produce I found these:

BE THERE

Get your gothic freak on...

Bauhaus tonight.  17 years ago I would have been pants wettingly excited to see them. Tonight...meh...I would have been just as happy to stay home and watch telly.  It was a good show. I was never a *huge* bauhaus fan, more of a Love and Rockets girl, but I did think Peter Murphy was dreamy (not so much these days, sorry Pete) they finished with Telegram Sam, Ziggy Stardust, and Bela Lugosi's Dead (my three favourites)...they play again tomorrow night, I'm off Thursday night, and then finally on Friday, B&V starts up again.

So I'm off to bed, tomorrow the day job will be crazy busy with a mailing, then I'm headed straight off to work the show after that. After work I have a hot date with my couch and a new batch of netflix. I can't wait.

This might get a little crass...

HOLY JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. So as I have mentioned in the past, I detest the charmin commercials with the stupid fucking bears, all smug about crapping in the woods and using soft and fluffy bog roll to wipe their furry backsides. WHO KNEW IT COULD GET WORSE??

Now they are advertising Charmin wet wipes, because with regular bog roll apparently one might not get clean enough.  Through the incredibly tasteful demonstration involving some weird blue paste, placed on a hand, and then wiped away with *regular* bog roll, but than again with the wet wipes, we are shown that THEN AND ONLY THEN is it all gone. it could only be more tasteless if they used brown paste instead of blue - but at least then it would be funny.