The Pretty Fucking Aceness
tags: bad words, fashion, indie progressive, life, movies
The Star Heart Chamber
During my presentation today I attempted to sprinkle a few anecdotes into the material being covered to spice things up. It did not work. I crashed and burned under the hot stage lights. The crickets were playing. I was horrible. I apologized to everyone in attendance and they pretty much accepted. In the world of entertainment, you have to have a short memory and pick yourself back up. I'm not in the world of entertainment.
Tomorrow morning I have another class/presentation and I will redeem myself. I'm not concerned with reading over the subject material and making sure I have a knowledge of what I'm talking about. No, instead I'm concocting a few quips and non sequitors, the more important things.
I have regenerated and now my health bar is about 92%, that's enough to unlock the Star Heart Chamber and make it to level 4. Next time I'll enter the cheat code, [up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, L1, L2, start] for everlasting life. [Idiot]
[Omfg!] I almost forgot. For the past week or so, one Cougar has been all over me. Today she basically propositioned me. I could go to HR, who I am also weary of, and file a sexual harrassment complaint, it was that bad. Seriously, she asked me to have sex with her in so many words. I respectfully declined. Her response was, 'let me know when you are ready for an older woman'. She's [fucking] 40! I maybe should have used a different [bad word]. Hey, she isn't the only Cougar that is making advances, this was just the most blatant and aggressive act...so far.
It was curtains for another co-worker. She obviously was not Made and didn't have any inside 'connections'. At one point we would carpool together...until her boyfriend met me. I didn't understand, she told him I was gay. Here's to the departed. [cymbal crash]
as you were
tags: bad words, indie progressive, jobs, life
The Mortal Element
We all must arrive to the realization that I am indeed a mortal being. I don't fall ill too often, in fact its been almost a year since even the smallest cold. Since this is a rare occurenece, I'm not sure how to react. I will admit I am more aggrivated and feel a slight bit of frustration only because the sinus pressure is making it difficult to enjoy my music.
Its going to be interesting later in the week when I have presentations to give. As I sing along to songs there is a noticible rasp in my voice and I have to strain in order to be heard which affects my lung capacity. There has to be a miraculous recovery in order to be up to standard, but in my case, my worst day is better than others' bad days.
Yes, unfortunately I am...mortal. In Greek Mythology, a Hero is created when an immortal god or goddess 'hooks up' with a human. I'm trying to firgure how Dorks are created so I can end this tragic cycle.
so long
tags: bad words, indie progressive, jobs, life
The 3 Libras [maybe more]
I remember in 2000 I would listen to The Goo Goo Dolls, Citizen King, Red Hot Chili Peppers and A Perfect Circle while playing Final Fantasy or reading War and Peace when I didn't have baseball practice. My favorite song at the time was 3 Libras by A Perfect Circle because I had a crush on someone. Later in my life, the song has taken on a lot of different meanings in several different types of relationships with Libras. But in particular, there is one Virgo where our relationship is accurately described in this song. No, I don't have a crush for anyone except for the Sun and other planetary objects...
And maybe Danny from So You Think You Can Dance. Sabre won by the way, Danny was the runner up. The finale show was amazing, especially the acts where they all performed together, the one where Danny was the 'alpha-male'. It was time for a girl to win, as the Virgo said, but Sabre really dropped the ball towards the end and Cat's dress was horrendous. I'd pay to see the tour when it comes to the area. I swear I'm straight.
Maritime is hot shit. No One Will Remember You Tonight and People,The Vehicles are brilliant pieces of art that should be admired.
Speaking of art, MINT is hosting a Mixtape Art Show Saturday night that one of my friends is involved in. Its a cool location near Inman Park. 684 John Wesley Dobbs Ave. Unit B., Atlanta, Ga 30312. I may go. I also have two tickets to see the Selmanaires Thursday night at The Star Bar and no one to go with. Thought you would want to know.
.apparently.nothing.
tags: bad words, indie progressive, life, music
The Solar Crush
Last night I was able to see the red sun setting. This morning was the red sun rising. Rising above the of trees and fog. I'd say it was beautiful, just because my vocabulary has become extinct. The morning's blushing star rose from an ocean of suspended molecules and wooden statues. Idiot.
Those two instances of seeing the sun brought me back to the movie Sunshine. I'd pay to see it again, I'd buy the dvd and watch it with others. I'd probably blog about it again. Awesome film. I love the Sun, but I'm not 'in' love with the Sun. I'm no Icarus. It is a burning star. Its [fucking] people up at the moment because its hot as a shaggy dog's ass. But I still love the sun, more than the moon.
Ohhh, but enough about me...
Do you call a setting sun a sun rising? Sunset Rubdown is yet another one of those unique indie bands that has me begging for more. The tracks Magic vs. Midas, The Mending Of The Gown, The Taming Of The Hands That Came Back To Life, Setting vs. Rising, and Child-Heart Losers from the release Random Spirit Lover inspire me, but make everything else sound so second best, except for Chin Up Chin Up. They solidify the line up on my sleak black Samsung mp3 player. Remember those Shure earbuds I purchased? Worth every expensive penny.
John Vanderslice, The Snake,The Cross,The Crown, and Panda Bear will be talked about and punched in the face soon, along with Maritme and Eisley. I'm not sure if I like Grizzley Bear or Architecture In Helsinki yet because Sunset Rubdown makes them sound like crap.
i don't think i think i know, i [fucking] know
tags: bad words, indie progressive, movies, music
You don't care, but its okay.
I skipped out on a meeting today. Hey, I wasn't invited. I guess I did such a fantastic job of not participating in last week's sit downs they saved me the agony of the 'slow talk' from Mike. My mind always associates situations with movies, but we could have our own Godfather family in the workplace. We have a Mikey, Paulie, Jimmy, Johnny, Tommy, Bobby, Tony and Jaimie. Sounds like one on the surface, but when you get into the intricate workings in the communication processes, the lingo and the disappearance of the Safety Coordinator, I think we have a case..I think they 'rubbed' him out. Most of the women wear too much make up and I've seen more than 3 gold chains with crosses on the hairy chests on some of the fellas.
I think I'm Made, and lucky I am. Maybe I shouldn't have skipped that meeting! Now that I think about it. I'm screwed, they might be meeting about how they are going to 'make me dead'. . .Nah, I'm too valuable. Now I've gotten myself paranoid.
Today, as they were walking past my office to the conference room, one of the more attractive cougars entered, for what I'm still unsure. She made a comment on the way the light was coming through the [7] windows and how my desk was so organized and of course how cold it was. As far as pick-up lines go, she could have done better. Kidding. I'm not a big fan of small talk so I just smiled and brushed her off. I walked towards the door and turned the lights off hoping she wouldn't get the wrong message. Thankfully she got it right and followed me out.
The [fucking] Shins are [fucking] awesome. I know they've been around for a while but they are just now growing on me. Split Needles was playing in the office a little too loud yesterday, I didn't care. Those To Come, Caring Is Creepy, and Pink Bullets are very good songs. I really miss Iron & Wine though. Elliot Smith is good chill music, I like to fall asleep to it.
The World Without Magic and Nada Surf are pretty good indie bands. I need to read a thesaurus or sprinkle some more [fucking]s around, that always emphasizes stuff. But the songs Where Is My Mind and Do It Again by Nada Surf are hot shit. But none is better than Chin Up Chin Up!
go Captain! let's go, let's go, let's go
tags: bad words, indie progressive, jobs, movies, music