| Sorry, Friends Only For Now |
[Feb. 17th, 2008|03:22 pm] |
This post is not for my friends so much as anyone who is curious about me and might want to be a friend. My LJ was public for a very long time, but because of some weirdness with an ex-girlfriend that was just starting to spill into LJ, to keep things from going further, it seemed the most sensible course was to lock my journal down to friends only. The weirdness has now thankfully seemed to have passed, but for right now, I think I prefer keeping my LJ private. I may feel differently about this in the future.
If you don't know me, there are enough archived public posts that you should be able to get a feel for if you want to be my LJ friendzor forever or not. If you would like me to add you as a friend, ask me in meat-space, or drop me a note via LiveJournal's messaging system. Sorry for making you jump through these extra hoops. I hope you understand. |
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| The Cold Winds Doth Blow |
[Feb. 11th, 2008|12:11 pm] |
Goddamn Canadian air! It's 20°F and feels like 12°F with the wind. Where are my sixty-degree temperatures? Where is my global warming? This is why we need border control. Fsck the illegal immigrants, it's the subzero Canuck air we need to keep out. Thank GM the Batmobile has heated seats. At least my ass will be swaddled in warmth.
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| Random Blatherings |
[Feb. 10th, 2008|09:20 pm] |
-- Got something resembling a full nights sleep for a change. This was my first day off in three weeks that I did not have to go into work.
-- Washed the Batmobile and hit it with some spray detailer to gloss up its wax job. Swank!
-- Noticed my ass and legs were sore from all the stoopid gothy dancing I did at Spellbound. Gotta love that DC scene Lightbulb Dance. I blame ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) vicar and those Kamikazes we shared. Jose is a very naughty little man. :D
About Spellbound, it is shaping up to be a good night. It has kind of a friendly Catacomb feel to it, but way more roomy. There was no special event last night, but the crowd still ended up being good sized and everyone seemed to be having fun. Even a few of the Elder Goths made it out. Mad props to pmhrh and shadow27 for the job they are doing! |
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| Saturday Night Roll Call |
[Feb. 9th, 2008|11:46 am] |
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Who is making it out to Spellbound tonight? I'll be there (I will be the tall guy with long hair and a goatee wearing all black). |
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| Guy Tip: Last Minute Valentine's Day Gifting |
[Feb. 6th, 2008|04:11 pm] |
Fellow menz, if you have been like me in the past, putting off shopping for the sweety until the last minute because, unless it is comuter gear or shit for your ride, you violently hate to shop, please add ice.com to your list of life preserver sites. It is like the whole site was created with clueless dudes in mind. They have a great variety of sparklies, priced from $30 all the way to many thousands of dollars. The great thing about their inventory is they have a huge selection of very nice items right around that $100-$200 sweet spot, where you want to get your girl something nice, but you can't afford to spring for some $600 diamond tennis bracelet.
Overnight shipping is free, if it needs to go back, they cover the cost to return it. I purchased two items from them over the holidays, a sweet peridot/granite/white gold pendant and a fun little ring. The pendant was a hit, but the ring was too big, and back it had to go. You do returns via phone, which I usually dread, but twice I've called (I waited too long and my return label went tits up, requiring a new one) and both times I was treated professionally and with an unusually high level of courtesy. I really felt like I was dealing with two grown men who earned enough at their jobs to care about doing them well. Really, this place is the shit. In the future, when I find myself in need again of gifts for a girl I love, these guys are definitely getting my business. |
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| Car Talk: Stupid Milestone |
[Feb. 4th, 2008|03:31 pm] |
I had been dreading this for at least a couple of months, but on Thursday night I successfully parallel parked the Batmobile. It only took two tries, and for a car that is fully seventeen feet long where you can't see either the nose or tail from the driver's seat, I feel two was a good number. Boo-ya for me!
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| Ow.../My Time In Da Hood |
[Feb. 3rd, 2008|02:52 pm] |
Obviously, I should not have continued to drink after getting home last night from seeing Voltair. On my personal hangover scale, where 1 is "not an ache anywhere, but I could sure use a glass of water," and 10 is "I would blow my own brains out to stop the pain of the lumberjack trying to axe his way through my skull if only my hands would stop shaking long enough to hold the fucking gun," I would rate today's reminder of last night's indiscretions a solid 7. Thankfully, the coffee and Advil have gotten rid of most of the spins when I close my eyes. Yea, binge drinking!
In a related note, the upside of coming into work on my day off to show a car is there are few things in life more effective at distracting oneself from life's bitter unpleasantness than selling cars. It is damn near impossible to find a slow enough moment, or a quite enough space to brood in. Dealerships are a brood-free zone. The downside today was sitting in the back seat of a test driven Camry, my aching head inches away from a 6x9 speaker in the rear deck, while young Mister Man pumped out his thumpin' wigger tunez at thunder volume. Absolutely fucking priceless.
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| Everything is Tickety-Boo |
[Jan. 31st, 2008|03:51 pm] |
I found myself saying today in conversation that every thing looked tickety-boo, why I don't know, as this is certainly not one of my stock phrases. Once it came out of my mouth the dusty cluster of brain cells responsible for storing this very vital bit of decades-old data pinged to life and I got this song stuck in my head:
Hopefully, now it is stuck in yours. I love you, bye, bye! |
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| Holy Car Payment Batman, It's The Batmobile! |
[Jan. 30th, 2008|11:46 pm] |
So a couple of months ago, off our used car lot, I picked up a supplement for Death Truck 2000 (my very ill 1989 Jeep Comanche Pick up). Some of you, my dear friendzors, have seen the plate and some of you have seen the car, but no one has yet to see them both together -- until now! The plate is the end result of a running joke between me and The Once And Future Susan (aka pastor_saturn). Sometimes, you just take a joke just that one notch too far. :)
( Behind the cut you can see the Batmobile itself! ) |
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| Cougar-ing! |
[Jan. 30th, 2008|04:48 pm] |
For cyntergomes, who had this to say about the middle age weepies:
Me, I plan on rocking middle age SO FUCKING HARD that I'll need the break of retirement to recover. I have hope...and cougar plans!
This is Liz Phair if you don't already know. |
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| Ahh... |
[Jan. 28th, 2008|11:06 pm] |
...Bombay Sapphire Martini with a twist, served in a proper martini glass. Right here, right now. Yum. |
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| To Do List Of Doom |
[Jan. 18th, 2008|04:28 am] |
Thursday, while making a brave effort to cull through the mountain of accumulated personal crap in in my home office, I found this intriguing to do list from several years ago in a spiral bound stenographer's pad:
Shit to Take
- Guns
- Ammo
- Ear Plugs
- Camera
- Film
- Duct Tape
- Pocket Saw
- Hammer
- Blood
- Staple Gun?
- Poles
- Twine
- Night Clothes
Sinister, yes? :D |
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| Something From The Interwebz: Psydoll |
[Dec. 17th, 2007|02:53 pm] |
Psydoll is an industrial act from Japan (they prefer the term Cyberpunk, whatever). They have been together since 1997, so they have their sound polished to very high degree for what is, basically, a local Tokyo band. Imagine my surprise there there were any industrial acts in Japan at all, and that these guys were actually pretty fucking good:
The lead singer, Nekoi, has an LJ account she doesn't use all that much which can be found here: nekoipie. And, they have the mandatory MySpace page here. Sadly, they are signed to a micro label in the UK, Planetghost Music, and their only release outside of Japan has to be ordered directly from Planetghost. Too bad we don't have a dedicated concert space for our sort of noise anymore. It would be fun to see them play live. :( |
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| Mind In A Box: Recommended! |
[Oct. 5th, 2006|04:20 pm] |
I am at home today missing the meltdown of our entire sales system at work (and very grateful of the fact). I have been listening to Lost Alone by Mind.In.A.Box. Goddamn this is a good CD! It is melancholy, creepy, and just bouncy enough to dance to without being so beepy as to make your blood glucose level spike through the top of your skull. I am totally groovin' right now. This is a must buy.
Anyone else out there listening to Mind.In.A.Box? |
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| The Stupidest Call |
[Sep. 1st, 2006|02:33 pm] |
Less than five minutes old, here is the stupidest phone call I have had in the last seven days:
Customer Dude: "Do you have any Sequoias or Siennas in your showroom."
Me: "Do you mean do we have any physically in the showroom?"
Customer Dude: "Yes, physically in the showroom."
Me: "Um...No, we have plenty in stock, but none in the showroom. Why?"
Customer Dude: "Because it is dry. Thanks." [hangs up]
What was he looking for, some dry snuggly crash space to wait out the rain? o_O |
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| For Fuck's Sake: No Liquids! |
[Aug. 10th, 2006|08:59 am] |
The geniuses running Homeland Security have just banned all liquids and gel products from airline luggage. This means nothing in liquid form except breast milk and juice for the baby gets on the plane. Obviously, this brilliant strategy was coined by balding, glasses wearing white men whose heath and beauty needs can be met by a bar of Ivory soap and stick of Old Spice. WTF man, am I supposed to clean my contacts with spit and slick back my head of Big Hair with pads free butter from the hotel restaurant? In addition to pitching the half-dozen or so products that get me out of the door in the morning, I hope I will not be expected to also empty my bladder into a bucket as I make my way through security. Who knows, perhaps I have doped my bladder with nitro? In the end, maybe it would just be simpler if we were all forced to fly naked with our boarding passes tied around our necks with string?
Is there anybody running things with a lick of sense left anywhere? |
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