Rock Haus

Something nice and something so awful you may never sleep again

First the good thing - above you see Calvin - isn't he lovely? Not only is he a great bartender, and absurdly handsome, he's also astonishingly talented. Went and saw him tonight at Gunther Murphy's, fan freaking tastic show. Check out his tunes on myspace, then go buy his CD, cos he rocks. You should also go look at my pictures from the show, because if y'all don't pay attention to me, I cease to exist.

Now the bad thing. All I can say is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!

(breathe) 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!

quickie

That's all.

whine whine whine

Sat myself down and had a talk with myself about how not getting the job is no reflection on who I am. I've no aspriation to be a career secretary, not getting a job has no effect on anything I give a shit about...well, with the exception of my income...still... this would have been a *sweet* admin gig...feh.

I walked along the lake downtown for a bit today, took a shitload of pictures, none of which I like, but my leg is killing me, and I think I'm getting sick...so I'll take a second look when I'm not quite so snarky.

Got a new comupter at day gig today - sort of a bummer since now I don't have CS to play with when I'm bored, however I do get to buy the old one for $25, sans all the cool software but still, newer and faster than what I'm running now..

Good night.

feh.

Today was a fucking shitty day. Before it turned to shit, I took some pictures, like this one above, and the one below...and I like them...so there's that at least. A couple more new ones here.

Jesus alright already - I GET IT

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Found out today (officially, I suspected it all along) I didn't get the job, and I'm slightly upset about it. Enjoy the completely unrelated picture above.

tired tired tired....

With the encroaching colder weather and the ensuing death of all that is green I'm debating a series of dead flowers...or is that too gothy girl witchy poo?

Went for a long as walk today. I took a lot of pictures, you can see some of them here...I say "some" there's actually quite a lot of them, but considering I filled a one gig card, you're still being spared a LOT. I *know* there's somehting on the mirror in my camera...I need to take it in to be cleaned...anyway - pictures are here - go on and click...you know you want to..

Weekend update tomorrow. I'm knackered and going to bed.

Quickly...

One of my favourite things about fall in Chicago are the skies.

Belated Happy Birthday to Mr. Bridget. I neglected to mention it on his actual birthday, the 15th, but since he was in Maui on his honeymoon, and I was working, I dont feel all that bad about it.

Also, Monday marked 4 MONTHS, BITCHES! Seriously, not even a puff. Consequently I'm becoming grotesquely fat. Okay, that's an exaggeration, I ride the bus all the time with people who form a hill when they sit down. I am nowhere near that league, when I grouse about weight gain people can still say "you're not fat"  while keeping a straight face and not resorting to uncomfortable avoidance of eye contact. I  personally, however, am intensely *aware* of my added girth, particularly when putting jeans on right out of the dryer...so I'm trying to drink a lot of water, and walk more, and eat properly. I do eat properly, for the most part, lots of veggies, food made from scratch rather than a kit, not too much bread...if I could just stay away from the popcorn at the night job and the big jar of hershey's miniatures at the day job....

Speaking of the day job  - still no news, still no other interested parties...had a little meltdown about that earlier today, but managed to pull myself out of it. After a good blub, and throwing a few things around, I watched a couple of episodes of House, calmed down, and cheered up a bit. Getting depressed and lodging my head in my backside will do fuck all to help...

Show season has officially begun, Saturday night was Golden Smog, not awful and super smokin hot person of interest that I hadn't seen in some time came to the show and greeted me with a big hug...so *that* was nice....he's so pretty...like god *DAMN* pretty. He also mentioned where he's been working...so I know where to stalk find him. I'd tell you about Golden Smog but really, after the hug I spent the rest of the evening wondering if I'll take his name when we get married and how gorgeous our kids will be.

Dragonforce played last night. Dragonforce are funny - I think they think they're a real band, and not just Spinal Tap redux. I will say tho, the 15 year old boy contingent LOVE them...which makes it rather unfortnate that I detest 15 year old boys.

OK, I was supposed to be in bed an hour and a half ago (damn you netflix!) I need to be up early tomorrow to walk a couple of miles before I got to work, followed shortly by, shockingly enough, work - next on the docket - KT Tunstall - can anybody give me a heads up about this chick? I've never heard of her.

Yarrrrr!

 

A pirate walks into the bar with a ships wheel attached to the front of his trousers.The bartender asks, "What the hell is that ships wheel for?" The pirate says, "I don't know, but it's drivin' me nuts!". Don't forget to throw around a "Yarrrrr" or two today

Sitting at work tonight, I was typing out a post, it was then that I remembered that the pot of chicken stock I'd started earlier was still bubbling away on my stovetop, unattended. Well done me. A mad dash home found pot still simmering away, not yet burning, so now I have a nice pot of chicken stock, and no burned down apartment - bonus! Later this week, after I have a chance to pick up a can of coconut milk, a batch of curried carrot soup will be made. Hooray!

Okay, my goal is to be in bed by midnight every night this week. So this is all you get.

Cheers.

in brief...

"there's a space between my legs that I never thought I'd see, and it feels really good". Get your minds out of the toilet - that's a quote from a weight loss infomercial.

This made me laugh out loud

Buckethead show last night. I was extremely leery of this show, due to knowing nothing of Buckethead except the fact that he does in fact wear a KFC chicken bucket on his head, and a mask...I was anticipating some kind of amalgum of ICP and Slipknot..the crowd of 15 year old boys waiting to get in when I arrived at work did nothing to deter this suspicion. Boy howdy - that Buckethead can play like the dickens, seriously, he was awesome - the show would have been worth the price of admission for his electric guitar rendering of the theme from Star Wars alone. Opening for and playing along with Buckethead was That One Guy, who played this peculiar instrument that appeared to be constructed of wires and pipe fittings and other bits and bobs - really good stuff. I love it when I get to find a new artist to like, rather than yet another band to hate - I am not MADE of hatred, no matter what y'all might think, and being forced to rearrange my hate budget so everyone gets their fair share can be tiring.

Trying desperately to eat responsibly, but all I want right now is a bag of Frito scoops and a can of cheese to accompany Sunday night telly.

Tomorrow I email apropriate parties about job interview last week. Hopefully they will be prompt in returning my inquiry with a politely worded email to the effect of "We found someone we like better, good luck in your job hunt, hey, I heard Wendy's is hiring".

Today while tending to Mr. and Mrs. B's fur children, I started to feel really bad about showering affection on Mickey and Quimble, and not the devil cat. I decided to attempt a truce. I sat on the floor, and after a little coaxing, devil cat approached, after carefully sniffing my hand, she nuzzled her head against my hand. I then went to pet the top of her head, then she scratched me, hissed, and ran away. Click here, if you dare to look into the flinty eyed face of evil

Cat Power, the Power of Cats, and a couple of other things...

1. My chicken curry is off the heezy - if I do say so myself.

2. Cat Power - worse than expected. Seriously. Mick Jagger and the Keef should be given 10 minutes each to beat the crap out of her for the cover she did of "Satisfaction"

3. Waiting sucks. Especially when nobody else is expressing an interest.

4. I think my plan for tonight will be relegated to going home to bed...which is okay, since I pinched a pile of movies from Mr. and Mrs. Bridget, who left yesterday for their honeymoon in (*cough* bastards) Maui (*cough*)...went by last night to feed Mickey and Quentin and the devil cat. Mickey got a belly rub, Quimble got a cuddle, Devil cat backed herself into a corner and screamed bloody murder if I got within 5 feet of her...to which I say *fuck you devil cat!* I really would pet her if she'd let me, I mean, I don't like her but she's still a cat and cats should be petted. Maybe tonight she'll be nicer...and maybe shortly after that monkeys will fly out of my butt.

5. I think I've mentioned before that I'd never be one of those people who posts pictures of her cat on her blog. I'd just like to point out that Mr. Quimble is NOT my cat...although I do love him like my own...isn't he cute?