Rock Haus

Friday night

I still like this picture, 13 years later.

Met Miss A for drinks tonight at Green Eye, meant to get to Matilda but just couldn't muster the motivation, went home instead, so any of you whom I might ahve given you the impression I was going over there, I apologise..it just didn't happen. Tomorrow I babysit the store at the mart again, I *think* this is my last week doing that. After 3 days of working little and accomplishing less, tomorrow marks the beginning of a rather full week of a rather demanding schedule. Hopefully it will only be for another week or two. Everything is on tenterhooks and it's making me insane..

to update...

So after working like crazy for a few weeks, I've had the past 3 days off (with the exception of B&V which really hardly qualifies as work). I hate losing the money but I'm working all next week so in the meantime I'm enjoying the catching up on sleep and housework and intensive sitting around.  Oh, and scanning lots of pictures. Despite positive shift in weather over the past few days (which apparently will be ending in the next 24 hours) I haven't been feeling particularly picture-takey, so I'm going through old stuff. I came across a few old gems of me, back in my yoot (this one I sent to Jen who was so moved by the trip down memory lane she was inspired to call me from work to hiss "you bitch!" at me, love you too baby!), and some pictures of Jayson (above) who requested some pictures of him back in the day, most of these pictures are from scanned proof sheets which is why they look like complete arse by the way...I also uploaded some pictures from Mr and Mrs Bridget's shindig last weekend...

Anyway, scans may be the best you can hope for in the next few weeks as I anticipate quite a bit of change (at least I hope so) so hopefully by April it will be a new day in the Rock Haus, but until something is written in stone, that's all I have to say on the matter...additionally, my home DSL connection is iffy at best these days, I need a new modem and don't want to pay for one, so sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. I've discovered I'm remarkably productive when not distracted by the siren song of the interweb and the treasure trove of useless information it offers...

hmmmm

I have nothing to report. I feared I might get called in to work the G. Love show tonight but my fears proved unfounded. I stayed in and played in photoshop, ate a big bowl of veggies and tofu, washed my hair and generally did nothing. It was glorious. Oh, I even did some dishes. Not ALL of them, but a lot of them. I'm down to a manageable amount.

Todays picture has nothing to do with anything except my hope that I can some day soon go re-shoot it on a day with a better sky.

Did I go to bed by 11? (grumble grumble grumble)

Not one to be outdone by my own bad behaviour, last night, rather than go home like I planned and got to bed at a respectable time, like I'd planned, I instead elected to stay for a drink, planning to watch the movie, and go home, that turned into a shift drink after the bar closed and eventually it was nearly 3am and I was nearly 3 sheets to the wind - so let's see, that's score 2 for team genius. I think this is a reaction to the fact that my apartment is currently a sty, and I hate being here, additionally, yesterday, in addition to usual yearly self absorbed fuck valentines day pity party I also was the recipient of a couple of pieces or rather awful news, none of which affects me directly, but very much affects people I care about, and I needed to quiet the voices in my head.

Shockingly, I made it to work on time.

Tonight was the Papa Roach show at work so having quit the security end of my gig, I came home and spent the night sitting around, scanning old pictures, and NOT cleaning or doing my dishes because well, I guess I just WANT to live like an effing animal. Oh, wait, I did hang up some clothes and wash a spoon so I could eat.

36 years old ladies and gentlemen - 36 and living like an 18 year old boy during the first semester of his freshman year. All I'm missing is a home-made bong and a lifesize cardboard cutout of whatever blonde over-inflated hollywood trollop the boys are touching their swimsuit parts to these days.

Since I have to work the Mart again on Saturday, and then B&V that night, I'm gonna take monday off, So that I can have 2 full days off to sleep, clean, hooligan it up again over at Mr. and Mrs. Bridget's party, and generally dot the i's and cross the t's.

When will i learn? i don't fucking know

Work was canceled tonight due to lack of interest. Did I come home and go to bed early? maybe try to clean my house?

Oh *hell* to the no. (as the kids say these days) Nope, I went out and drank with Julian, or rather, drank AT Julian, since he's celebrating liver appreciation month. NOW, not only do I have to get up at the asscrack of early tomorrow, with NO EFFING IDEA WHAT I'M WEARING SINCE I REALLY NEED TO DO LAUNDRY AND I AM SO NOT USED TO DRESSING LIKE A RESPECTABLE ADULT, *NOW* because I'm a genius, I get to do it with a squiffy hangover. Well done me.

And again, I need to go to bed...

There are myriad things I could bitch and moan at great length about, but instead I will simply encapsulate:

FUCKING FUCKITY FUCKIT!!!

I *think* I may get to sleep properly this coming weekend...but I've been wrong before.

I have to go to bed...

But here's a picture from the That One Guy show at Schubas. I know you can't tell what it is. I like it and that's all that matters. There's a set containing slightly more coherent images here.

Pedestrian rage! It's the new rage! all the kids are doing it!!

IF ONE MORE FUCKING PERSON ALMOST RUNS ME OVER AS THEY ROLL THROUGH A STOP SIGN TALKING ON THEIR FUCKING CELL PHONE I AM GONNA GO ALL MIKE TYSON ON THEIR STUPID ASS.

And yes, that includes the kidney punches and the ear snacks.

Seriously, read the laws people. Granted, it doesn't say "once you have come to a complete stop, it is okay to lurch forward at the pedestrian directly in front of your car if you didn't notice them because you were talking to your super hot new boyfriend" or "it's okay to run someone over while rolling through a stop sign talking on your phone if it's a REALLY important call, like if you're pre-ordering your lunch". It shouldn't *have* to say that...it also galls me no end that the perpetrators are almost always women. Ladies, pay a-fucking-tention and stop being the example that proves the stereotype. You can also wipe that stupid indignant expression off your face when I verbally rip you a new asshole. Oh, and that one *really* special case who was APPLYING MASCARA WHILE THE CAR WAS IN MOTION. Clearly you're not up to date on your Emily Post or you would know that any makeup application in public that extends beyond a quick pat of powder or re-application of lipstick is *tacky as all fucking hell* and just because you're in you're car doesn't change that. Do you NOT have a bathroom at work? Behind the wheel is not the place for multi-tasking.

Fuckin-A.

Perhaps if I spent less time ranting on the internet this week and more time getting some fucking sleep I might not be such a foul-mouthed snarky bitch. of course I also wouldn't be such a foul-mouthed snarky bitch if people in general weren't so stupid, thoughtless and rude.

hmmm.

snark snark snark...

So, wow, today I sat on the train next to the man with the BIGGEST NUTS ON THE PLANET. I can only assume this at least since despite being on a packed train with me sitting on the seat next to him (or at least trying to sit, "perching" would be a better word) he was incapable of bringing his knees any closer than 12 inches of one another. Can you imagine what that must be like? toting around what must be at least a 10 lb scrotum everywhere you go? If he was smart, he'd parlay it into a way of making money, you know, videos, product endorsements (Diamond Walnuts perhaps?) appearances at the auto show signing autographs at the trucknutz booth? THEN he could buy a FUCKING car and *I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND MY COMMUTE HANGING ON BY ONE ASSCHEEK ON TO MY SEAT BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CONSIDERATION FOR THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU*.

I'm insanely tired, but Mrs. B you'll be pleased to know I did NOT take a nap, I DID do my dishes, my laundry is laundering,  I  tidied some, AND I did my taxes. Hooray for me.

Bears, Bimbos, Birthdays, Bits, Blondes, and (short) Boys

Over the weekend there was a football game of some note, some of you may have seen it. I had the dubious pleasure of working at the venue featuring the largest TV screen in Chicago showing the event. I only did it because I took Saturday night off to see Frisbie (more on that in a minute) and we were having a staff potluck, and if the opportunity to stuff myself full of macaroni and cheese, 7 layer dip, chicken wings and chili knocks, I have no choice but to answer.

Chicago sports fans are a special breed. Take for example the girl who on a day with a *high* of 5 degrees, showed up in an absurdly short skirt with no tights, citing "showing her spirit" when I demanded to know just where her pants had gotten to. How getting frostbite on your tenderest of ladyparts is contributing to the cause eludes me, but this is a mentality I can't even begin to comprehend and can only sit back and observe with the self-aggrandising smugness of one whose girl parts are protected from the elements and who couldn't give a shit who wins. Hours later, when it had become more than aparent that the Bears were getting spanked like a naughty puppy, I saw her wandering the lobby, drunk and forelorn, looking more than a little lost...like she was on stage, but some cruel prankster had moved her pole.

Saturday night was a lot more fun. I spent the day at home after postponing my trip to Wheaton until the weather was at least a little more forgiving. Initially  my plan had been to get my chili started for the potluck on sunday, and clean my flat. I did get the chili going, but then, having met with Mrs. Kate the night before  and having discussed my (hopefully) impending move to She and Mr. Kates apartment later this year, I decided it would be best to find my current lease and see just when it expires. So what was *supposed* to be a day of cleaning turned into a day of tearing my apartment the fuck apart looking for a lease that never surfaced and now my place is a catastrophe, I have found every fucking lease I have held in Chicago since 1995  with the notable exception of the one I actually needed, and now I don't have another day off til Sunday. Bah...

but I digress.

I started the evening meeting up with Sophie and some of her peeps for a hooray for Sophie birthday drink, Miss Julie and Mr. Mike joined up with me there along with Miss Julies concert buddy whose name escapes me, and we were off to Double Door. Frisbie were the shiznit. This is the second time I've seen them and they are officially one of  my top favourite Chicago bands...I've also got a rather weak kneed girly crush on Liam, even though I'm probably at least 5 inches taller than he is. And what is it with me fancying blondes lately? Red Kross played after, they were okay, a few songs were familiar, but (old lady alert! old lady alert!!) it was getting too crowded for my tastes and the smoke was getting to me so I hung back by the bar for most of their set (where, incidentally I was hit on by a man short enough to take shelter under my rack in a rainstorm)

SO a belated Happy Birthday to Sophie, and happy Birthday to Toddy Woddy.

And Louis, if you're reading, your message brightened my evening, call again soon, and congrats on the show.