picture post/because now i'm exhausted
I saw Low last night. It was fantastic. They played "When I Go Deaf." I couldn't sleep until like three in the morning. I want to go home. The end.
I saw Low last night. It was fantastic. They played "When I Go Deaf." I couldn't sleep until like three in the morning. I want to go home. The end.
Our friend George declared Jan 22nd--the 33rd anniversary of the Roe versus Wade Decision-- National Sanctity of Human Life Day.
Because clearly, you know, he can do whatever he wants. He's THE PRESIDENT.
Spent the weekend in Madison taking pictures of, among other things, my sister's boyfriend's band who played out for the first time in a smoky basement for some girl's birthday party and they didn't even know it was her birthday. Pictures are forthcoming as soon as I can either a) get my stupid laptop to work for more than three minutes at a time or b) bribe someone. There was a cover of "Suffragette City." I was chastized for playing Tetris on my phone for the first half of the party. I CAN'T HELP IT I GOT UP TO LEVEL 8 THIS MORNING. Had my first experience with a [redacted] and the result of THAT was Emily laughing at me for pretty much the entire ride home; also, we both found the very presence of the [redacted] to be hilarious, as the party was, like, 95% tiny white girls. I remember trying to tell Emily the name of a church that we passed and trying to explain that I couldn't remember the name of the church because after I saw the name of the church I looked at a sign on the other side of the road and combined the first half of the name of the sign from the left side and the second half of the sign from the right side, and it seemed perfectly logical to me, and Emily looked like Scully to me and apparently telling her this was also hilarious, and the moral of the story is that I am really really old and need to get out more. Also DRUGS ARE BAD.
The rest of the absence from writing has been filled with the usual--at least one more experience with sushi was in there somewhere--worked, paid off the gym bill, slept, actually went back to the gym, regretted missing at least one show, harassed people on instant messenger, was harassed by people on instant messenger, remain embarrassed by a recent musical purchase (SHUT UP DAVE GROHL SAYS IT'S OKAY TO LIKE THEM), and worked my way through my two latest internerd obsessions: Dooce and Cute Overload.
Seriously, OHMYGODLOOKATITSERIOUSLY.
"Money can't buy you love, but it can buy the yacht that'll pull up next to it."
--slightly overexcited gentleman who struck up a conversation with a guitar-toting college kid who boarded the bus with me; he then went on to theorize that David Lee Roth was really, really unhappy for reasons I forget
"...And I just kept wanting to tell him, 'dude, stop talking. Your name is Boris.'"
--some college kid
I ate real, non-avocado, dead-fish-that-has-not-been-cooked sushi for the first time over New Year's weekend. I also ate a sushi that involved BRIGHT ORANGE FLYING FISH EGGS TOPPED WITH A RAW QUAIL EGG. The jury is still out on whether that is vegetarian or not. I didn't have my camera at the time and this, this is my new year's resolution that I have already broken on day three of Aught Six. Always Bring The Camera. I think I like sushi, but it's difficult to tell, as my internal organs (who with one exception when I puked RIGHT away, have not been fed fish in roughly twelve years) were kind of unhappy with me after the fact, and I apparently hadn't drank enough sake to kill the side effects, psychosomatic or no. This is making me wonder several things:
1) Am I out of the Vegetarian Club?
2) Should I get out of the Vegetarian Club? I have no desire whatsoever to eat red meat, chicken or pork and I think this may have been just because it was something I wanted to try because I wanted to know what it was like. But what if I want to eat it again? What if the idea of a tuna fish sandwich appeals to me really, really strongly, like, next week?
3) Is there a right way to reintroduce certain types of meat into my diet, if I decide to do so?
Am I a terrible, awful human being who does not care about the fishies?
And no, I probably won't get answers to any of these, but please comment if you have any ideas, or are from PETA and have put a trace on my IP address.