29 November 2002---3:02p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Dead Milkmen "Beelzebubba"
THIS JUST IN...IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT...MARK YOUR CALENDARS
Your favorite band and mine, LORDS OF THE HIGHWAY, are playing SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 1st at JOHNNY NEMETH'S LOUNGE and THAT is what I want to do for MY 24th BIRTHDAY. I refuse to plan a party for myself this year and we all remember last year's party issues so THIS YEAR...we're going out and we're gonna rock out. This is 9 weeks away people so that should give you ample time to adjust your schedules properly. I expect all of y'all to be there or be square and just as Meghan insisted on having a cigarette in her hands at all times at 80s Night, I better have a beer in my hands at all times at Nemeth's. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME...YEEEEEEEEHAW.
Also on the Lords of the Highway radar:
Saturday, 1/4 at the Beachland
Saturday, 1/11 at the Lime Spider
Saturday, 2/1 at Nemeth's
Saturday, 2/14 at the Grog Shop
29 November 2002---12:52p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: The Gears "Rockin' at Ground Zero"
Someone found my blog by searching for "Tony Meda". Looks like someone has a secret admirer. Woooooooooooo.
29 November 2002---12:14p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Some Velvet Sidewalk "Avalanche"
WEDNESDAY 11/27
I've been pretty moody as I'm not super into the holidays and whatnot. I was getting sad and cranky but looking forward to going to Knife's house. Pirate and I started the day by going grocery shopping and when we returned, rather than just putting everything away, I tore the kitchen to shreads and now it is IMMACULATE. This lead me on a rampant goal to have my whole house clean before X-MAs (the DREADED holiday)...I mean, I weeded through EVERYTHING...I had garbage bags full of trash and things to give away. It felt good. Now my kitchen is a place I can enjoy being in. But that's not even the best part: my boyfriend, who I love, bought me a tree because I didn't have a tree last year and my EX was jerk-off. He set up the tree and we covered it in pretty lights, skulls, pumpkins, monsters, and candy canes. I love my tree. He said we could sleep on the couch on X-Mas if I wanted to just to be close to it. We laid on the couch and admired it and for one split second, I though This is one of those moments where everything is perfect.
Then I poisoned him. It was an accident. I made him a sandwich with bad Miracle Whip. He didn't want to sleep, eat, draw, move, nothing. He was out of it and decided to take a shower. Luckily, while showering, he tossed everything he had out of his stomach. I felt HORRIBLE ( I didn't discover that the mayo was bad until AFTER this) but when he was done he said I feel MUCH better. I'll go with you tonight. So we headed off to the Hi-Fi but Heavy Metal Karaoke was cancelled due to some lame ass show. We went to 80s night early and had beers as the place REALLY filled up, being the biggest bar night of the year and all. Pirate and I danced and it was good...really good. I like dancing with him. I never ask him to dance because I'm used to dancing with Brodie and, well, he never asked me either. But we danced and it was nice. Meghan was in top form, very very funny. And my pal Tony Rocky Horror was there, too. He's a catch...I tried on his denim jacket...so did Meghan and she looked way cute. She needs a denim jacket. Blah, blah. We drank, danced, really had an altogether great time, came home and put ourselves to bed.
THURSDAY 11/28
I was a wreck in the morning and made pirate do the hand massage thing he did one night when I was especially tense. It helped but I still didn't want to go. I wanted to be with him but I had family stuff to do and distance made it impossible. I headed off to be with my family who were very receptive to my outfit and thought I looked nice...as opposed to when I look like a heinous beast. It was alright. Nothing too exciting. My sister was being a big jerk, per usual. I did get to hold my cousin's baby who is about 6 weeks old and I'll tell you this: do not let women hold sleeping infants because it makes your ovaries quiver and for a few seconds, you think Maybe...JUST MAYBE...this wouldn't be so bad. And my cousin was so cute with him. It was nuts. My Mom told me not to get any ideas, which I don't plan on. I'm not an "ideas" person. So, I toughed it out as much as I could and made a nice quiet exit.
Once at Knife's, I totally relaxed. I put on some jeans and sat in his favorite chair and just totally unwound. His house looked really great and everything smelled good. It was a nice feeling. Dare I say, a "grown-up" feeling, to have somewhere else to go and an event of our own. And the best part was pirate showed up. I was so happy just to sit in the same chair with him and be close to him...mushy, I know. The food was phenomenal. I mean, I had seconds, which I rarely do. It was better than my Grandma's and I hold her food in the highest regards. It was just Meg, me, pirate, Knife, and Brodie and Conan O'Brien on the tube...Snoop deVille, I swear. I was a happy person last night for the first Thanksgiving in a long time. Even if my pies didn't turn out which really solidified my fate seeing as they were frozen pies. We got to have ice-cream instead which in my eyes, was far better. There are some entertaining pictures care of Meg-Dog...I'm sur ethey'll be up some time...she's a busy bee.
WRAPPING IT ALL UP
Tonight, I am going to see How About No, The Comix, and Bob the Carpenter's band at Pit Cleveland. I think it'll be a good way do wrap up the holiday. Tomorrow is my cousin's wedding and I hear that the favors and pretty damn swanky. Knife is my date since I asked him before pirate and I were an item and even when we were, he works Saturdays and needs the cash. I wouldn't want to subject him to my drunk relatives dancing...but I'll subject Knife to it...PAY BACK, BUDDY. I have a project to do for Meg-Dog to earn me some X-Mas cash so I better locomote and get going. Have a great weekend everyone.
Oh, by the way, Meghan's blog made me want to kill myself today.
27 November 2002---9:36a
I wish I was sleeping. Pirate is sleeping but I just can't seem to make that happen for myself. I am stuffy and sneezy and coughing and my nose will not stop running. I hate having fucking colds. I really absolutly despise it. I wanted to sleep as long as possible because I have a big day planned tonight. My gang is meeting at the Hi-Fi for Heavy Metal Karaoke (Meg-Dog wants me to sing but it's not going to happen. However, Tony will sing and that will be exciting. I will probably pee my pants. I already peed my pants once when I heard about the one dollar drafts) followed by an ever exciting 80s night (which I have not been to since Meg and I made an appearance after watching a David Blaine special on TV). Point is, I wish I was sleeping. I'll have to schedule a nap sometime today.
The craziness begins today, my friends. I probably won't get a chance to write until...Sunday...with tonight's par-tay, tomorrow's ample amounts of turkey, Friday's show at Pit Cleveland to support my friend's Bob the Carpenter and Johnny Lunchbox, and then, of course, teh big wedding on Saturday. I think I am going to schedule nothing but recovery on Sunday...I am going to watch my Soprano's box set that my sister lent me and I'm going to eat sandwiches and sleep. That sounds like heaven to me. Oh...and I will eat pie as well. I love pie.
I guess I will try to go lay down again. I'm getting all stuff and woozy. Happy Turkey Day everyone.
25 November 2002---2:06p
If anyone is wondering who Margaret Johanssen is, they can keep on wondering because I have no effing idea. I just made it up. It sounded good to me at the time. It still sounds good to me. It has what they call "a ring".
I just had a ketchup sandwich and it was divine. I was all set for maccaroni and cheese but Becky is out of milk...I've been screwed again.
I am in such a mood today but I think it will all be resolved tomorrow because not only is it Gimore Girls day, but Brodie and I get to but some new duds for me to wear to the wedding this weekend and pirate and I get to fill the cupboards and the fridge. I like to shop. I like new things. I like having food in the house. I haven't had soup in weeks.
I was a total crank ass this morning which was just wacky because I had tons of fun with my pirate last night. He knows I'm being a "cranky pants" and is trying with all of his might to de-stress me. It worked a little bit this morning. He's a good guy. He deserves a good birthday nest week. Which reminds me to remind you: 21st Birthday Bar Night is NEXT TUESDAY, December 3rd. BE THERE OR BE SQUARE! Even if you can only make it for one drink, he only gets one 21st birthday. I will have my cell at all times if anyone needs to know where to make their appearance.
I have decided that the Sunday before X-Mas, I am going to have a small gathering of my gang to watch "The Nightmare Before Christmas" since it will be a busy time for everyone. I'll have snacks and beer and it'll be a good time.
Where I was telling pirate a story about Meghan's horse being lame he said, What does "lame" mean? Like, he didn't want to go to the mall? I had a good laugh.
Becky bought me "TCIG to Betting On Horses", "TCIG to Understanding Men and Woman", and "TCIG to Cool Jobs for Teens". Insert chuckles here. I also got a super kick-ass hard bound sketch pad from her which is nice since I left mine at Tessa's and when I went to collect it, the cover was drawn on, a majority of the pages were drawn on, the pad was in two pieces, and the picture I worked really hard on was MIA...but they'll find it, or so I heard.
24 November 2002---6:16
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Clash "Greatest Hits Vol.1"
I can't believe the Mantis is closed until February. Yeah, that's a great time to reopen considering it is my birthday month and all and when I scream for Kill the Hippies to play "Christian Scientist" and say it's my birthday, it will be true. However, I NEED to rock. It's no longer even a desire anymore it's a NEED and I'm going through some serious withdraw. I need to hear some good live music or I'm going to wake myself unconsicous with pirate's new Frankenstein shoes (have a mentioned that I LOVE hugging him now because he is so TALL? Ahhhh...tall boys, they rule the world). Anyway, I guess the Mantis COULD use a repair or two but regardless, I shall miss it. I was neglecting it big time. I am a bad mommy. (a note on the Mantis website says he hopes to have it open by mid-December and is asking for volunteers to help out, which I will be glad to do).
I've been cranky this weekend. I mean major cranky. I'm just not sleeping right and it rots not only for myself, but for those around me. I am untra moody and I don't even feel like talking about the weekend because it wasn't even all that great. There was mass confusion and irritation at Becky's on Friday, the yearly "cookie day" on Saturday, and today...well, today should be better since Becky is filling my belly with good food and Adult Swim is on. Regardless of all of this, the painting I'm doing for pirate's birthday is coming along smashingly and should be done in full way before his birthday. I thank Becky and Tim for letting me store the monstrosity at their house. Rock.
Hopefully, the week to come will show improvement in my mood as we've got tons of fun scheduled for Wednesday, Thursday will see my fat and tired, Friday I'll be pretending to rock out to some bands (one featuring a guy who wants to do it to me and one featuring a guy I dreamed wanted to do it to me), and Saturday is ye old wedding o my cousin...with grocery shopping, clothes shopping, and Gilmore Girls mashed within.
If I was going to call Meghan by the wrong name, I'd call her Margaret Johanssen.
21 November 2002---7:35p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Dead Milkmen "Beelzebubba"
That freak cat I have with the seven toes and the really long name was just licking my socks, which are currently still on my feet. It made me feel like throwing up much like when someone chews on a towel or sweatshirt for comfort. Makes my jaws hurt.
I just got my update for the Beachland Ballroom (and realized that tonight I could be seeing Sugar and the Mood Swings open for Deke Dickerson) and they are actually advertising that one of their upcoming shows is NO SMOKING. I've never even heard of the woman who's playing so it kind of makes me laugh. Who the HELL does she think she is? Certainly not the world's officiando of pink Trivial Pursuit questions because that would me...and you can smoke while I answer.
Just went to Collector's Warehouse and Pat Catan's with Brodie where I acquired the BIGGEST canvas I could affoard and learned that Brodie is dead on with mental math. He doesn't have the lightening speed of Switchblade though...now there's some mental math right there.
I told pirate that because of my distaste for the holiday you fruits call X-Mas, he not only has to agree not to buy me presents, but if he breaks that rule and does anyway, that have to be for some new holiday we're going to invent. Speaking of invented holidays, today is 5 months of pirate and wench adventures. I'm pretty sure Meghan celebrate this event in the fashio to which it should be commemorated. Don't worry Meghan, my anniversary excited me, too. Thank you for celebrating. I hope you had fun.
I need lightbulbs and juice. I see a store trip in my future.
No Mantis until February as it is closed because it is not, you guessed it, up to code. What fucking shit is that?
19 November 2002---4:00p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Some Velvet Sidewalk "Mousetrap"
First off, I have to pay homage to one Paul Cox who made the above mentioned song accesible for downloading on his site. As I have already told him, COX ROX!!!
Secondly, from this point on, if not listening to music while blogging, I'm not going to write anything at all because who cared if there's silence or if I'm watching television? No one, that's who. You people care about rocking and rocking only so that's how it's going to play out. Formalities, people.
I feel like garbage physically and mentally today. I'm not even going out to Cleveland for Gilmore Tuesday...Brodie is transplanting himself here instead. We're going to go to the mall and get applications for employment because I am money hungry and a certain pirate has a birthday coming up. Becky is paying me to do some tidying up in her apartment so that will help. I just want him to had a really rad ass birthday.
Speaking of rad ass, not only is Tony Rocky Horror giving me a Some Velvet Sidewalk CD, but Kill the Hippies and Sexual Tension are playing THIS FRIDAY. I haven't been ripped up at the Mantis is TWO MONTHS. Rot. So, yeah! Oh happy day! Also, let's not forget that we're going out for drinks on Tuesday, December 3rd for pirate's big 21!!! All these fun up and coming events!
Not so rad ass is that I probably don't have enough to go to Hank III tomorrow at teh Beachland so I'll miss LOTH. Puke!
Trading Spaces is on. I have to shuffle. Wish me luck on the job hunt!!!
17 November 2002---9:15p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: AFI "Art of Drowning"
I HAVE A GOAL
I have decided that I wanted to start collecting something since everyone has things they collect a la Switchblade and his records. Spawned by the recent New Mexico constitution fiasco coupled with my love of books, I am going to start collecting the "Idiot's" books, as in "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Improving Your IQ" that I got for Brodie for his birthday. I want every one possible (except anything to do with computers and computer programs because I wouldn't read them. YAWN).
So far, I have...none...and there are about 700 titles, all of which I have browsed. While browsing these oodles of titles, the following sound promising:
The Complete Idiot's Guide To: the Kama Sutra, Tantric Sex, the Mafia, Amazing Sex, Understand Catholicism, Publishing Children's Books, Wicca and Witchcraft, Psychology, LEARNING YIDDISH, Ballroom Dancing (you can learn that from a book?), Throwing a Great Party, Hypnosis, Dating, THE ART OF SEDUCTION, Communicating With Spirits, Playing Guitar, Playing the Drums, Home Schooling, Handwriting Analysis, BEING SEXY, Paganism, Massage, Hinduism, Yoga, OVERCOMING PROCRASTINATION, Managing Stress, Meditation, Playing the Harmonica, Plastic Surgery, Fasting, Pregnancy and Childbirth, Betting on Horses, VOO-DOO, Near Death Experiences, A Smart Vocabulary, Filmmaking, the Kennedys, the Life of Christ, Shakespear, Herbal Remedies, Learning Sign Language, Bringing Up Baby, BREASTFEEDING, Prayer, Classical Mythology,...
...Raising a Puppy, GHOSTS AND HAUNTINGS, Urban Legends, Irish History and Culture, HOCKEY, Understanding Men and Women, Mothers and Daughters, Ancient Egypt, Reincarnation, DRAWING, Biblical Mysteries, Cartooning, MIXING DRINKS, Handling a Break-Up (don't those go hand-in-hand?), Vampires, Living Together/Living With a Man, ELVIS Understanding the Brain, Asian Cooking, Nazi Germany, Alternative Medicine, Movies Flicks and Films, BEER, Baby Names (appropriate that it follows "Beer"), New York, Las Vegas, Cooking Pasta, Beating the Blues, Cultural Etiquette, AFFAIR-PROOF LOVE, Romance, Motherhood, and SOUP.
You can all leave "The Idiot's Guide To Being a Model" on the shelf. There's nothing in there that I don't know from my years of hanging with those I like to call "The Beautiful People". I would get "The CIGT Horseback Riding" for Meghan, "The CIGT Learning To Play Guitar" for Switchblade, and "The CIGT Cigars" for Brett.
I am really excited about this. I'm sure some of you skipped the list and that's fine. It's more or less a check list for what I want. However, if you need to get me a gift for any reason, these books are all I want. YOu're set for life. YEEHAW.
17 November 2002---6:18p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Last Call Brawlers "Huffin and Puffin"
Yesterday morning, I felt like an old cat. Yesterday afternoon, I felt like a dying cat. Last night, I felt like a dead cat. Today, I feel like a dead cat's ass. Simple as that. Between the transitions from hot to cold and back again and the never ending arm and leg pain, it's been agony and now I have developed a cough that Becky doesn't like the sound off. I haven't really gotten to sleep in days and I have been constantly refered to as "Miss Cranky Pants". I missed the Tony Meda project and pretty much missed the weekend as well.
Ensuing death aside, I do have a couple painting projects lined up including one for pirate's birthday, one for Becky for X-Mas, and one for Brodie, which will probably be the most entertaining of all since I can use brutally mutilated naked pin-up girls. Painting is my favorite thing to do (second only to rocking) and I just haven't been motivated to do anything but people have been asking so the bug is coming back swinging. If only my arms had enough strength to pick up a paintbrush.
I am going to go put myself in a coma for the rest of the night. If I got anyone sick, my full apology because this is fucking awful.
15 November 2002---8:45p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Last Call Brawlers "Huffin and Puffin"
Ode To Sourpuss
sourpuss is looking for cool looking people who live in the philadelphia/south jersey
sourpuss is in the running
sourpuss is a person who is always angry
sourpuss is one of america's oldest and crabbiest bass fishermen
sourpuss is overrated
sourpuss is going to stick its nose in here unless it gets a howl for help – which it won't
sourpuss is able to consistently motivate people
sourpuss is a creative trawl through funky "bitches brew"
sourpuss is not related to a cat
sourpuss is all partied out
sourpuss is married to pickles
sourpuss is about to drink
sourpuss is certainly one of the most devious inventions of the devil
sourpuss is here and she is very cute
sourpuss is really hiding a sweet soul
sourpuss is gonna be your daddy
sourpuss is gonna dis a real hero like that?
sourpuss is just lonely
sourpuss is a lutheran or not
Let's bowl. Let's bowl. Let's rock-n-roll. Hey come on let's get the show on the road. Let's bowl. Let's bowl. Let's rock-n-roll. You're sitting on a bomb that's about to EXPLODE. We're gonna SCORE TONIGHT. We're gonna SCORE TONIGHT. We're gonna rock. We're gonna roll. We're gonna BOP. We're gonna BOWL. We're gonna SCORE SCORE SCORE SCORE SCORE...TONIGHT.
14 November 2002---7:05p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Cramps "Stay Sick (on blue vinyl)"
Switchblade just inquired about plans for Saturday to which I said there were none set in stone as of this second but that we could make a plan with great ease. He added: When we make plans in the future we should say "okay... what should we do while we drink this weekend?". I laughed my mother-truckin' pants off.
Upcoming events I will probably be taking part in and I really don't care if you do or not but company would be nice:
11/20 Hank III at Beachland
11/22 Kill the Hippies and Sexual Tension at the Mantis
11/25 Mr.Quintron and Miss Pussycat (location unknown)
11/27 Pre-Thanxgiving 80's night
11/29 Comix and How About No at Pit Cleveland
12/3 Pirate's b-day bar crawl
12/7 Kill the Hippies at the Mantis
12/12 Kill the Hippies, Radar Secret Serive, Crimson Sweet at the Mantis
12/22 Comix and How About No at the Revolution
12/27 Rockabilly Holiday at Beachland
1/4 Rock-n-roll Purgatory CD Release at Beachland
I wanna ROCK. ROCK. I want to ROCK. ROCK.
14 November 2002---4:54p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Cramps "Rockin N Reelin in Auckland New Zealand (on 'strange orange' vinyl)"
I went back to My Mind's Eye yesterday where once again I was razzed by Charles for not liking the Dead Boys. Upon telling him that I dig Psycho/Rockabilly over any other type of music, he suggested that I listen to a used 6.00 Meteors album, a band that is A-OK by me. I was all into it (the fact that it was 6.00 and assumed it would be awesome 'billy music) and was going to get it until I realized it was a later album that sounded more like a really bad version of Devo-Goes-To-A-Rave. I passed on that piece of trash and opted for 4/5 (2 for me and 2 for pirate) of the remastered Cramps albums and a Mormons 7".
I said I wasn't going to open mine as I wanted to keep it "mint" after pirate ripped into the cellophane to check out his "Smello Yellow" vinyl and he asked me if I was turning into Switchblade. You've never seen cellophane fly so fast. I'm not down with record OCD.
In case any of my record buddies wanted to know, the Driving Stupid band's surf/garage CD we heard (Horror Asparagus Stories), though only released this year, was actually recorded in 1966 which is shocking since it featured songs like "I Gonna Bash Your Brains In" and "My Mother Was a Big Fat Pig". Bizarre, I know. I have to have it.
I really feel crumby today (crumby is a dumb word but I didn't think I feel like dog-shit or I feel like Hell would really do the trick as I use them all the time). Since Monday, my arms and legs have been hurting like I'm having growing pains, my neck is sore, and my head hurts in a sinus like manner. I think I need to put myself to bed and get some rest so I don't miss out on the Rockabilly Round-Up tomorrow (by the way, there are only 20 lanes and I won't make it out until 10:30ish so who's gonna go secure our spot???). Thanks to the Cleveland Rockabilly Uprising site , I have secured the following information (you should check out this site as it tells you everything you need to know about Cleveland Psychobilly, Rockabilly, Country, and Swing events and it has a LEGEND...skulls=Psychobilly and boots=Rockabilly):
Rockabilly Bowling 3-B Nite!
Bowling, Bands, and Beer
Friday, November 15th
Rockabilly Jam Night featuring members of The Red Star Rangers and The Rocket 88's
10 pm til 1 am
.00 at the door gives you all you need: unlimited bowling, pool, shoe rental & one rockin' band...The Memphis Mafia!
.00 Rolling Rocks-- need we say more?
Only at Mahall's Twenty Lanes
Also, I was looking at the Big B Jamboree ad and do we know if our Sugar has anything to do with Sugar and the Mood Swings??? And I'd like to make a note that December 27th, the Beachland is having a "Rockabilly Holiday" with bands TBA so be there or suck ass.
My head hurts. Wah. I am going to go watch Tuesday night's Gilmore Girls again because it was fucking bad ass.
12 November 2002---12:26p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Breeders "Last Splash"
Dear Beth:
It would have been so much cooler if instead of calling me a "bitchass", you simply said You know what? You're right. My hair fucking sucks ass. I'll be sure to run right out and fix it for you and then the next time you saw me in public, you just continually clapped in a mocking manner as I walked by. That would have been really fucking funny.
Love, Lacey
P.S. It's just hair
ONWARD TO THINGS OF IMPORTANCE: I'm going to buy records with Switchblade which frightens me because he has that record OCD problem. He'll be inspecting corners and being all obsessive...followed by compulsive. I should eat or I'm going to have no energy to do any of this. And I, for once, am not going to be the beer bitch...wait...beer BITCHASS...tonight. I'm giving the honor over to someone else. After last week's craziness, beer may be out of the question all together. I've only got this left to say: GO JESS. NO DEAN.
11 November 2002---6:19p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Cramps "Songs the Lord Taught Us"
I just wrote the longest, funniest, most detail entry ever and this fucking machine just fucked with everything and I really do not have the will or the time or the energy to do it again so I am going to write the most ridiculos summery of my weekend as possible because I am so fucked off. Most of you were there anyway so...whatever.
Firday, Switch and I had a dance party. We listened to bad records, drank beer, watched Sifl and Olly and ate Chinese food. Saturday, I saw Jackass again with Siwtchblade and then went to see LOTH where I danced my pants off and drank too many Stroh's. Sunday, I had a hangover and got into what I think was the first officially fight with pirate which was resolved after time. After a nap, I spent the rest of the night NOT worrying about tornados and watching cartoons. Today, I went and got my 13th tattoo which is a beauty. Hopefully, there will be pictures soon.
That is so fucking lame but I am not going to put in the effort I did before. I can say this with enthusiasm though, I am WAY excited about Gilmore Girls tomorrow. I remember seeing the preview and screamin, I CAN'T WAIT A WHOLE WEEK and that week is up, my friends. Oh, happy day.
My arm hurts. I need a nap and I need to study.
11 November 2002---12:26p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Stray Cats "Runaway Boys: A Retrospective"
I know I've been slacking hardcore not just this week, but this whole month. I've been busy "making stuff happen" and that leaves little room for blogging. Plus, Switchblade predicted it would be a wild weekend and it surely was...the dance party, the LOTH show, one Hell of a hangover that morphed into the flu...so much to discuss, so little time.
I am out the door to get my 13th tattoo but when I get home, I will do justice to the weekend and give one Hell of an entry...PROMISE...if I can use my arm that is. OUCH.
8 November 2002---11:45a
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: CSI episode
If you didn't already know it, you're all invited to Sourpuss and Switchblade's First Annual Dance-til-You-Drop-a-Thon. It's tonight, late notice I know, but when the desire to dance to Paula Abdul and Debbie Gibson (a pair of rockers that has a fan in one Tony Meda, I hear), strikes, you better listen or be hairsprayed to death. Paula WAS a Laker girl after all and Debbie Gibson did a song with the Circle Jerks.
Come on. Come all. Bring your records. Wear your bobby socks.
7 November 2002---5:42
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Reverand Horton Heat "Liquor In the Front"
I had fun last night with the Reverand though the only song they played that I wanted to hear was "Martini Time", the first song I had ever heard by RHH. Supposedly they played both "Bad Reputation" and "One Time For Me" the night before at teh Grog Shop and this was like a Part 2 for the folks who were wealthy and fortunate enough to see both. Screw those people, that's what I say. Because of them, I got a half-assed set list. I still had fun...mostly due to some gospel band the guy who owns B-Wear is in. Give me back my Bible baby...what the Hell do you need it for?
I saw the following people at the show:
NUMERO UNO: The boy I dated throughout high school and during my first year of college. He was much taller than I remembered and he owns a fishing boat. I was nervous considering at the end of our relationship, I was a big fucking jerk-off. But he was, as he ALWAYS WAS, an incredibly nice guy...when he could have been an asshole. Pirate said it was too bad I didn't marry him because he had such cool facial hair. Sheeeesh.
NUMERO DOS: That obnoxious girl that was at my house once (I think for her enemy Naked's B-Day shin-dig) who looks like she wears a really bad wig. Now, I know she is aware that she has a bad hair-cut, so accepting that fact is a plus, but the innocent public still has to look at it. I'm not even sure that she ever physically got off her ass to watch the show. What was the point of her being there?
NUMERO TRES: Chuck. Who is Chuck, you might ask? He was at They Might Be Giants and told me that if he heard "Your Racist Friend", he was going to go ape-shit and everyone should look out. He said the same thing last night but replaced it with the Reverand's version of "Folsom Prison Blues". He didn't get the opportunity to go loco at either event. Sorry Chuck.
I have actually stopped scanning the radio dial approx. 5 times today to listen to the Eminem song from his new movie. I don't dig the verses but the chorus makes me full of rage and for whatever reason, I rock out. Why am I publically announcing this? I was hoping that listening to the song would quench the desire I have to hear "In the End" by Linkin Park...God, shoot me...it hasn't. Finally, and this one I can be happy and content with because deep down, I am nothing but a goon: I would kill to hear "I Fight Authority, Authority Always Wins" by John Cougar Mellon-Head.
I went to the dentost today and my wisdom teeth have to come out. DAMN IT. Now you guys get to come over and keep me company during recovery AGAIN. Three minor surgeries in one year? God has a cruel sense of humor, I'll tell you that much...AND MY BODY ISN'T LAUGHING. I bet I'm being punished for all the drugs I did in the 1970s.
I found this all really entertaining, though I'm totally anti-politics and all...it's from some article in the Albuquerque Tribune:
Also defeated was a proposal to give 18-year-olds the right to vote to conform with federal law and to remove language that excludes "idiots" and "insane persons." That measure went down by a margin of 56 percent against to 44 percent for. Summed up by the author of the OKGO newsletter: the amendment to the New Mexico Constitution that would have allowed idiots to vote was soundly defeated, 56% to 44%. Also defeated was a measure that would have allowed 18 year olds to vote, and another one that would have let non-citizens own land. So, looks like a bad day for underage idiot immigrants. Sorry, kids. POO!
6 November 2002---6:11p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: um...it's pretty quiet here.
I know I've been neglecting my blog (or so I've been told by one Johnny "i'm going to eat and lug my dingaling around" Switchblade), and all but I've been slightly busy "making things happen", not to mention that I've been moody and nasty, so you'll have to excuse me...or I could just punch your face and that would be that. I'm going to try and fill you folks in with as much as I can but it won't do my blog justice because I'm in a rush...getting ready to paint the town red...with your blood...and I have to make myself look pretty before 7:00. This will be in a very "This is What I Did On My Summer Vacation" fashion.
Monday, 4 November 2002: I met the infamous Tony Rocco Horror Meda and he was all the following and more: cool, witty, snazzy, hip-to-the-groove, talented, articulate, etc. He does not like tattoos but I will forgive him because he drinks hot chocolate and eats big cookies. He is very perect for Meg but I don't want her to start blushing so..blah blah. I was accosted by a girl who likes horses in the bookstore who actually asked if I had my nose pierced. Um, no. It's a war injury...much like when I got my tongue pierced in a skate boarding accident. I had a blueberry muffin at Arabica and it was hard and my hot chocolate burnt my tongue so that was a rocky moment. High school students do not write good poetry and their teacher was a buffoon...mix this with no smoking after 8:00p. Luckily, my Sifl and Olly VCDs, along with some cash from the EX-orcist, came and I've barely made a dent in them. Just as good as I remember though...Llama School, Tony Meda. Now there's one to cover.
Tuesday, 5 November 2002: Brodie and I got 5.00 tickets to Reverand Horton Heat before the Agora box office closed and that is an effing deal as they cost 16.00 day of show. Then we made chip dip and noodle and watched S and O until Gilmore Girls came on. The episode was upsetting (in a depressing and "not the best ever episode" kind of way) but it prepared me for next week's which looks like it will KICK FUCKING ASS. It's going to happen for Jess and Rory, and where is it going to happen? At a 24 hour, rorain' 20s themed dance-off with authentic hair-dos and clothes and Kirk swing dancing with a pro. Brodie got kind of nuts-o and it was freaking the Hell out of me because I don't think I knew exactly how drunk he was so I clammed up (he apologized via e-mail and blog and all is A-OK, as I wasn't mad so much as confused). The Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players were bumped from Conan for election bullshit. UGH. At least I won't have to hear Tim Ryan's campaign song anymore.
Wednesday,6 November 2002: My boyfriend, who loves me, is currently painting the Stray Cat's logo on my jacket as I sit here when I SHOULD BE getting ready for Reverand Horton Heat. Show starts in an hour and a half...but I have no beer money as I bought all the tickets so what's the point in being early? I hear that my cousin might be there so maybe I can hit him up for a "bevvy" as Meg calls them. It's been a good day...hanging with my pirate...and it's going to be a rocking night. The rest of the week looks shaky since I have a Human Evolution test on Friday that I haven't started to study for, but it will all be topped up by Lords of the Highway and the Cowslingers on Saturday with G.G., Switchblade, and Brodie. It'll be like a reunion of sorts since the first time Brodie saw LOTH, it was with the same 4-some. I'm quite thrilled as I missed LOTH last night...I'm going to dance my dancing shoes off just like I did at Danzig...if I can get them back from G.G.'s house.
But since I've caught you all up, I'm going to get dressed (yes, I was naked the whole time) and get the fuck out of here. If they play "Bad Reputation", I'll be one happy 'Puss.
4 November 2002---2:11p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Oblongs episode
Milo: Hi Dad. Just thought I'd get a little sawing in before breakfest.
Mr.Oblong: Milo, you know you're forbidden to handle anything sharper than a boiled egg. Now come on, you'll miss the bus.
Milo: GOOD! I hate that stupid little bus. Why do I have to go to a school for psychos?
Mr.Oblong: WHOA NELLY! It's not a school for psychos. It's a school for the pathologically high-spirited. Now back up your books and your muzzle and let's go.
Beofre getting on the bus, my boyfriend, Milo, says, God hates me and the bus door shuts on him. When arriving, the school sign says, Granville School: Making special children average since 1954.
This is foreshadowing of future conversation and situations I will be having with my kids one day.
4 November 2002---1:34p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Gilmore Girls Beginnings episode
Rory and Lane, who was dressed in her band uniform, walked into the Inn that Lorelai works at and she said Hi Rory. Sargeant Pepper. I had a good laugh...all by myself. I hate laughing alone. OOOH!!! Luke just looked longingly at Lorelai. YIKES! Max Medina, future fiancee of Lorelai, has a broke down car in STAR'S HALLOW!! Emily and Richard are eating FROZEN PIZZA!!! Lorelai and Max are at the bookstore watching a scary movie, because they show scary movies at the Star's Hallow bookstore, and you know what happens at scary movies? You make out.
I got kind of silly Saturday night. Without my pirate to keep me level-headed (not that he does that too much on the weekends), I went with Mr. and Mrs.Becky, Switchblade, and Brodie to the Loft...plenty of good tunes on the jukebox...the Venice...they would NOT make us burgers...and an amusing episode concerning Burger King, Wendy's, and a spedometer covered in potatos. Johnny Pantsless made reappearance. So, in all actuality, it wasn't that bad sleeping alone because I was full of beer and, well, passed out and didn't really realize I was alone until morning. But the morning brought the pirate and I was once again whole...if not slightly hungover.
Thanks to my bestest friend Brodie, I have 21 new records including Heart "Greatest Hits", Debbie Gibson "Electric Youth", The Dave Clark Five "Greatest Hits" and soem record by Merle Haggard. We had a dance party...without dancing...with beer...we listened to "Because" by DC5 like 100 times.
I had breaded cauliflower and you didn't. I'm going to see Tony Rocky Horror read "pieces", and you're not, which will be fun...as I have not met him which seems unorthodox. I hope he reads something about Sifl and Olly...I hope he reads something about how I am going to be Sifl's wife. I hope they serve something made out of chocolate at Arabica.
I could totally wet my pants because NOT ONLY do I get to see Lords of the Highway with Becky and Brodie this weekend, but I also get to see Jackass AGAIN with Switchblade (did you know Steve-O went to Clown College), AND I get to go to the DENTIST!! My favorite place in CREATION!!! Piraqte actually suggested I might be getting a cavity. What the FUCK does he know? I brush like a demon does a virgin!
2 November 2002---3:28p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Demented Are Go "Live and Rockin"
Is it still considered being "brutally raped" if the body was already dead before the sexual activity occurred? I don't think so. And it didn't really seem so brutal to me...maybe the arm getting cut off but the slut was already dead so wasn't it just Necro-behavior? I'm ramblingbut when I think about certail people, venom comes out of my eyes. But I know I'm cooler and I got what she wasn't good enough for, yadda yadda yadda, is it Miller Time yet?
WARNING: Absolute Mush Factor at a Maximum. Pregnant women and those with weak stomachs should not ride.
Tonight is going to be the first time since the beginning of September that pirate and I will not be sleeping in the same bed. It's kind of sad and I'm sure I'll be quite lonely...he really didn't seem too worried about it all but he's a boy so I shouldn't be shocked. Maybe it'll be nice to have the whole bed to myself and to be able to wake up and look like ass and have dragon breath and drool on myself.
He DID ask me to go with him but OU is my version of Hell so I had to pass. Maybe that's bitchy of me but I'm sorry...Athens is a fucking sick city filled with numb skulls who transmit stupidity into the air. I did turn into the "after-school special girlfriend" today asking him to please behave and not to get drunk and do anything stupid, basically spelling out my fear that he's going to get drunk and do some OU skank. Am I an untrusting girlfriend? No. I've just been burned before and, well, I know better than anyone that when the cat's away, the mice will play.
I have a full-proof remedy for missing an absent boyfriend: I am going to get "hammer-timed" with Switchblade. Ususally, I end up home early so I can hang with pirate. Not tonight. This chick's hitting the bars unitl she gets arrested or dies from alcohol poisoning...and I'm taking Switch down with me. Actually, he's going to find some nice tail to go home with...he claims it will be for her sake.
1 Novemeber 2002---11:52a
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Last Call Brawlers "Huffin' and Puffin'"
Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players? Oh yeah, they fucking rocked my bloody (as in "covered in blood", not British slang) tube socks off and not just because their 8 year old drummer daughter could have blow Meg White to smithereens (hearing her sing the line Look at me. Look at me. I'm someone's drunk uncle made me decide that I want to have a baby with pirate and start a family band). But also because of the song "Let's Not Have the Same Weight in 1978...Let's Have MORE". They were the best new band I have seen in for-fucking-ever and I rally everyone to watch them perform on the Conan O'Brien show next Tuesday, Novemeber 5th.On a mountain trip to Japan, 1959.
They Might Be Giants were good, don't get me wrong, but soemthing was lacking. First off, they didn't play Doctor Worm OR Man, It's So Loud In Here OR Shoehorn. I could have cried...but I didn't. Instead, I sang Doctor Worm LOUDLY and DRUNKEDLY with Brodie from the Odeon to me car while Meg-Dog did the cell phone thing as she simultaneously complained about her aching footies. Next off, they played new songs and lots of the children's songs...now, that's not necesarily a bad thing, but it just made me think about what they could have been playing instead.
Regardless, I danced my fucking pants off, bought a T-Shirt, sang at the top of my lungs and supposedly made some dude's day (pirate asked me if I did this by taking him into the bathroom). The exceptional portion of the set-list is as follows:
Birdhouse In Your Soul
Istanbul
Dead
Particle Man
New York City
Older
I've Got a Fang
Ana Ng
The Sun is a Mass...
Drink
Cyclops Rock
4 of 2
Robot Parade (adult version)
(Don't Cross)In the Middle, In the Middle
Boss of Me (30 section version)
John Lee Super Taster
There were many more but who cares? They didn't play Doctor Worm and that's a fact, jack. Otherwise, Halloween was a rockin' good time and I, as well as the pirate, woke up with hangovers and are enjoying some rehydration via orange juice. I'm going to shower and wear my new T-shirt and then I'm going to chew my arm off because I'm so hungry. But not before I add a few lines about what happens when you put three drunk kids in a car on their way to Taco Bell with a disposeable camera and a cell phone. That's right, you TRY to call people and leave messages on their voicemails, etc., and you sound like utter morons yet it is by FAR the funniest thing that has ever happened. When I get the pictures developed, I'll find a way to get them up here. Man, I wish I could add audio. I've never heard the term "penis vagina" or "The Nuge" so much in my LIFE.
