Tuesday, August 10, 2004
To offset the melodrama of the post directly following this one, I decided to include this.
Tuesday
I went to the Xiu Xiu show last Monday. It was alright except for the guy upfront who kept motioning to the band while they were playing. His right hand was raised and he kept moving his index and middle finger in a 'c'mon, give it to me way'. I decided to call this move fingerbanging an angel. The only other negative about this show is that I knew there would be a million livejournal entries made that night about how fucking awesome it was. Here's a million and one, except I didn't think it was 'fucking awesome', it was just ok. After Xiu Xiu, I went to Hell and proceeded to pour about a half dozen glasses of water out on my lap. This sentence would make sense even if I was literally talking about 'Hell'.
Wednesday
I have no idea what I did this day, but no doubt it involved me being pissed off that there's a million fleas inside and outside (waiting to get in) my house. The only good thing about the whole thing is that Vickers now wears a collar and he actually looks really cute.
Thursday
Y'all probably disagree with me, but whatever...Dirty Work is probably one of the funniest movies starring a current or former Saturday Night Live cast member. I bought this on Monday. I just thought for a second that Monday was Labour Day and there'd be some eerie connection between the movie and the day, but it was Natal Day and it has nothing in common with the movie. I don't understand how Natal Day is a holiday, everything was still open, except for white collar places of work. I have a white collar job (for the time being), so I didn't work. I almost thought I lost my job this week, more on that later.
Friday
I bought comic books on Friday. I went to the comic shop that's on the way home from work. They play magic there. They had a magic tournament there on Friday, lots of autistic kids and socially inept adults showed up. The comic shop owner kept talking about how Thunderbirds the movie was so faithful to Thunderbirds the tv show, I don't think he's autistic, I think he's retarded. He kept praising the director for not changing anything about the Thunderbirds. THEY'RE NOT PUPPETS ANYMORE, YOU DUMBASS.
That night I went to Stage Nine with Kirkwood Brown and Mike 'Pay' Day. I made prank phone calls from the bar's complimentary bar phone to patrons in the bar. I'm beginning to like that people bring cell phones everywhere.
Saturday
I bought the Jenny Piccolo split with the Locust and Drive Like Jehu's Yank Crime. I kept blaming my grade five teacher's deceased husband for the Donald Marshall debacle. Why? I had also bought wine. I then dipped birthday cake into my glass of wine. I then later puked up that wine soaked cake all over my bed sheets.
Sunday
I woke up and the sun was shining, there was also puke all over my bed sheet. I left my house and hung out outside the Pavilion all day. It was August 8th and there wasn't a hippie in sight. Thank god for NOFX Day and Mike Day as well.
Monday
Found out my contract for work was to be terminated August 31st. I didn't understand, didn't I just get a letter (that would go in my permanent record) praising all my hard work in moving and reorganizing the entire microfilm collection just the week before? 'BULLSHIT, THIS IS BULLSHIT' I cried (not aloud, but just in my head). I couldn't believe they were going to terminate me, after all the hard work I hadn't done. Noone knew what was going, as per usual.
Tuesday
Turns out it was some clerical error and I'm back on the payroll until March 31st.
Tuesday
I went to the Xiu Xiu show last Monday. It was alright except for the guy upfront who kept motioning to the band while they were playing. His right hand was raised and he kept moving his index and middle finger in a 'c'mon, give it to me way'. I decided to call this move fingerbanging an angel. The only other negative about this show is that I knew there would be a million livejournal entries made that night about how fucking awesome it was. Here's a million and one, except I didn't think it was 'fucking awesome', it was just ok. After Xiu Xiu, I went to Hell and proceeded to pour about a half dozen glasses of water out on my lap. This sentence would make sense even if I was literally talking about 'Hell'.
Wednesday
I have no idea what I did this day, but no doubt it involved me being pissed off that there's a million fleas inside and outside (waiting to get in) my house. The only good thing about the whole thing is that Vickers now wears a collar and he actually looks really cute.
Thursday
Y'all probably disagree with me, but whatever...Dirty Work is probably one of the funniest movies starring a current or former Saturday Night Live cast member. I bought this on Monday. I just thought for a second that Monday was Labour Day and there'd be some eerie connection between the movie and the day, but it was Natal Day and it has nothing in common with the movie. I don't understand how Natal Day is a holiday, everything was still open, except for white collar places of work. I have a white collar job (for the time being), so I didn't work. I almost thought I lost my job this week, more on that later.
Friday
I bought comic books on Friday. I went to the comic shop that's on the way home from work. They play magic there. They had a magic tournament there on Friday, lots of autistic kids and socially inept adults showed up. The comic shop owner kept talking about how Thunderbirds the movie was so faithful to Thunderbirds the tv show, I don't think he's autistic, I think he's retarded. He kept praising the director for not changing anything about the Thunderbirds. THEY'RE NOT PUPPETS ANYMORE, YOU DUMBASS.
That night I went to Stage Nine with Kirkwood Brown and Mike 'Pay' Day. I made prank phone calls from the bar's complimentary bar phone to patrons in the bar. I'm beginning to like that people bring cell phones everywhere.
Saturday
I bought the Jenny Piccolo split with the Locust and Drive Like Jehu's Yank Crime. I kept blaming my grade five teacher's deceased husband for the Donald Marshall debacle. Why? I had also bought wine. I then dipped birthday cake into my glass of wine. I then later puked up that wine soaked cake all over my bed sheets.
Sunday
I woke up and the sun was shining, there was also puke all over my bed sheet. I left my house and hung out outside the Pavilion all day. It was August 8th and there wasn't a hippie in sight. Thank god for NOFX Day and Mike Day as well.
Monday
Found out my contract for work was to be terminated August 31st. I didn't understand, didn't I just get a letter (that would go in my permanent record) praising all my hard work in moving and reorganizing the entire microfilm collection just the week before? 'BULLSHIT, THIS IS BULLSHIT' I cried (not aloud, but just in my head). I couldn't believe they were going to terminate me, after all the hard work I hadn't done. Noone knew what was going, as per usual.
Tuesday
Turns out it was some clerical error and I'm back on the payroll until March 31st.
I pedal all the way down Agricola, past my house, past Bloomfield. I don't remember doing this, I have to be told and even when I'm told I don't recall it with a 'oh yeah, now I remember!'
I weave in and out of traffic periodically finding the pavement with my body. I declare that my mind is fit and sound, the problem is is that my body won't listen to it. I don't have any memory of this. It sounds like something I'd declare and it seems like something I'd do, but my mind has no recollection of it. My body on the other hand, with its dark brown and purple bruises, remembers it all quite well.
tried to drink you off my mind, I just got wasted
It's not about love, it's not about romance. It's not about me trying desperately to forget some unrequited love or someone who done did me wrong.
When I was younger and I'd do something that my parents were upset with (pissing outside, swearing, lying etc.), I'd spend my punishment time in my room calculating how long it'd take for them to form new memories and push out the memories of what I'd done wrong. How long until they'd only have good memories of me? How long until people would forget would a lying, thieving brat I was?
I still do that today, but it's usually in reverse. I wonder how long it'll take me to forget the things I've done. How long until I wake up one morning and think I'm decent? Sometimes I think today will be the day that I go home thinking that I'm not annoying (or obnoxious), other days I can't imagine that day ever coming.
I try to remember what makes me glad, Sometimes it gets so hard, I forget all the things that I have
The other night after jamming with Gerry, Mike, and Tim in the unnamed band that also includes Jeff, I started to feel a little good inside. No doubt that sounds a little melodramatic and sounds like I'm signifying a move to livejournal, but it feels really good for me to be playing in a band again even if it is relegated to a practice space for the time being.
I weave in and out of traffic periodically finding the pavement with my body. I declare that my mind is fit and sound, the problem is is that my body won't listen to it. I don't have any memory of this. It sounds like something I'd declare and it seems like something I'd do, but my mind has no recollection of it. My body on the other hand, with its dark brown and purple bruises, remembers it all quite well.
tried to drink you off my mind, I just got wasted
It's not about love, it's not about romance. It's not about me trying desperately to forget some unrequited love or someone who done did me wrong.
When I was younger and I'd do something that my parents were upset with (pissing outside, swearing, lying etc.), I'd spend my punishment time in my room calculating how long it'd take for them to form new memories and push out the memories of what I'd done wrong. How long until they'd only have good memories of me? How long until people would forget would a lying, thieving brat I was?
I still do that today, but it's usually in reverse. I wonder how long it'll take me to forget the things I've done. How long until I wake up one morning and think I'm decent? Sometimes I think today will be the day that I go home thinking that I'm not annoying (or obnoxious), other days I can't imagine that day ever coming.
I try to remember what makes me glad, Sometimes it gets so hard, I forget all the things that I have
The other night after jamming with Gerry, Mike, and Tim in the unnamed band that also includes Jeff, I started to feel a little good inside. No doubt that sounds a little melodramatic and sounds like I'm signifying a move to livejournal, but it feels really good for me to be playing in a band again even if it is relegated to a practice space for the time being.
Reading List
Satchel Paige (as told to David Lipman) Maybe I'll Pitch Forever - I think this is the best work of fiction/non-fiction that I've read in the last four months. It deals primarily with Satchel Paige's exploits pitching in five decades and secondarily with the Negro leagues. There's a lot of 'telling' which belies the great amount of showing that Paige cleverly includes. It's probably one of the better baseball biographies I've read, yes even better than the legendary Kelly Gruber biography.
Chester Brown Louis Riel A Comic Strip Biography - I've read this before but not as a complete work.
Mark Shainblum and John Dupuis Arrow Dreams : An Anthology of Alternate Canadas - It's essentially a 'what if' literary anthology dealing with key moments in Canadia history. There's stores dealing with Louis Riel escaping the hangman's noose and the British being defeated on the Plains of Abraham. I had only read one of the stories before, dealing with Paul Henderson not scoring the winning goal in the 72 summit series, and had thought it had been quite different. The way I remembered the story was that it dealt with Wayne Gretzky being a Canada's national curling hero. It didn't mention curling and it barely mentionned Gretzky, my memory sucks.
David Greenberger - Duplex Planet Illustrated great cover by Daniel Clowes. It also includes a flexi disc that I have yet to listen to. It's a pretty interesting take on Duplex Planet, but it doesn't surpass it. It works best in a supplementary fashion rather than as a stand alone work. Read more about Duplex Planet here.
Paul Auster (w/ Paul Karasik & David Mazzucchelli) City of Glass Illustrated
- This is simply brilliant. Definitely a worthy addition to the ranks of graphic novels like Eric Drooker's 'Blood Song' and Art Spiegelman's 'Maus'. I was on a bit of a Paul Auster kick a few weekends ago and picked up this and 'Locked Room' when I was in Fredericton. A much better written review of it can be found here
Satchel Paige (as told to David Lipman) Maybe I'll Pitch Forever - I think this is the best work of fiction/non-fiction that I've read in the last four months. It deals primarily with Satchel Paige's exploits pitching in five decades and secondarily with the Negro leagues. There's a lot of 'telling' which belies the great amount of showing that Paige cleverly includes. It's probably one of the better baseball biographies I've read, yes even better than the legendary Kelly Gruber biography.
Chester Brown Louis Riel A Comic Strip Biography - I've read this before but not as a complete work.
Mark Shainblum and John Dupuis Arrow Dreams : An Anthology of Alternate Canadas - It's essentially a 'what if' literary anthology dealing with key moments in Canadia history. There's stores dealing with Louis Riel escaping the hangman's noose and the British being defeated on the Plains of Abraham. I had only read one of the stories before, dealing with Paul Henderson not scoring the winning goal in the 72 summit series, and had thought it had been quite different. The way I remembered the story was that it dealt with Wayne Gretzky being a Canada's national curling hero. It didn't mention curling and it barely mentionned Gretzky, my memory sucks.
David Greenberger - Duplex Planet Illustrated great cover by Daniel Clowes. It also includes a flexi disc that I have yet to listen to. It's a pretty interesting take on Duplex Planet, but it doesn't surpass it. It works best in a supplementary fashion rather than as a stand alone work. Read more about Duplex Planet here.
Paul Auster (w/ Paul Karasik & David Mazzucchelli) City of Glass Illustrated
- This is simply brilliant. Definitely a worthy addition to the ranks of graphic novels like Eric Drooker's 'Blood Song' and Art Spiegelman's 'Maus'. I was on a bit of a Paul Auster kick a few weekends ago and picked up this and 'Locked Room' when I was in Fredericton. A much better written review of it can be found here
