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Randomly Wednesday

Happy birthday, Mom…

I’ve slept. My little bug seems to have disappeared. I feel much better physically and slightly better psychologically. Be relieved; this might have been a really unpleasant journal entry otherwise…

I’m pissed off that (again) I’m not at the North Carolina State Fair this week. Everybody seems to be going, even my friend Rae, who lives in Chicago ferchrissakes. I want barbecue and hamburgers served by little old Methodist ladies in hairnets, dammit…

I’m also pissed that they finally tore down Anton LaVey’s house, and I never once went by to look at it and take pictures…

While I’m at it, I’m nervous that I’m starting work on my first website in a language I don’t speak. I’m also pleased to announce that The Hyaena is now one of us cool kids with his own domain…

Friends Coming, Me Going

Duncan and Rick are coming to SF for Christmas. At least there’s some good news…

Which is nice, since I was called a “weather pussy” today. My self-esteem is suffering greatly. And we prefer the terms “weather wimp” or (even better) “differently climatized” around these parts, thanks…

For the weekend: adventures in Fresnoland. For tonight: moving the car, more work on a website in a language I don’t speak, writing several checks to several doctors, and scurrying off to Safeway with whatever money might be left…

Must. Remain. Detached.

 

Y’know, it’s touchy meeting someone I really like and talking about it on the website, especially since I’m known for a sort of detached cynicism and the slightest trace of irony. I come off sounding either insincere or unnervingly gooey. Therefore I’m not going to try at all right now. So there…

Randomly Hallowe’en

Note to my bus driver from this afternoon: a little patchouli goes a REALLY long way…

Unrelated: a friend of mine asked if I was going to the Castro for Halloween tonight. OK, it wasn’t a very close friend, but still. Everyone knows I go out of my way to avoid the Castro even at the most inocuous of times. Why on earth would I go down there on a night when the streets would be full of half a million people, 499,992 of whom would really get on my nerves?

Leif at 40

And a happy fortieth birthday to Leif Garrett. His prominently bulging crotch (if not his lack of any discernible talent) was an important part of my adolesecent sexual development. Remember when male celebrities were actually allowed to HAVE penises rather than just to make tasteless jokes about them?

TV Themes: The Current Crop

While avoiding some work this afternoon, I was thinking about TV theme songs. In some ways, they’re just not as important as they used to be, although shows seem to be moving away from that creepy trend toward just running the opening credits over the first scene. There are still some good ones around, little ditties which make you feel instantly good the second you hear them.

Thumbs up:

  • The Drew Carey Show (it makes me believe that Cleveland does, in fact, rock)
  • The Family Guy (instant happy)
  • Malcolm in the Middle (short, sweet, and classic)
  • The Simpsons (still a contender due to that psychic bond Danny Elfman and I have shared ever since he rode in the front seat of my car)

Thumbs way, way down:

  • Enterprise (what the hell were they thinking with that miserable piece of Muzak by some dismal Rod Stewart wannabe?)
  • Dawson’s Creek (I don’t wanna wait for this song to be over.)
  • Cops (“Bad Boys” was funny for a while, but now it’s just irritating.)

Yes, “Dawson’s Creek” is the one show listed above that I never watch anyway. But I really hate that song and I have to hear it on Muzak everywhere I go…

So now I’m pondering barbecue and greens with Dan and Jamie tonight and whether or not to make an unscheduled trip to the Central Valley to see Mark tomorrow…

Nakendness and Rain

I can’t exactly remember what I was doing lying on a stretcher in an office building elevator naked and trying to get my pants back on. Or at least wishing I could get the door to close so no one would see me.

Ah, the strange fitful and dream-filled sleep which comes from medication withdrawal or from installing new software until 2AM. Thanks Dan. Really…

 

It’s a gray day the likes of which I haven’t seen in months. While I’m sort of regretting my decision not to go exploring western Fresno county, I’m also really digging looking out the front window and seeing nothing which vaguely resembles sunshine…

I just wish I could drink coffee…

I have to say that a little Maltese Falcon on KQED was a passable way to end the day…

Movies and Rain

With all the rain and the cold, I was feeling sort of Pacific Northwest tonight, which sort of made me feel a little Gus Van Sant tonight. So I popped in Idaho, since I’d watched Drugstore Cowboy more recently…

I don’t think I was in quite the right mood, though. I’m not feeling terribly bleak right now. A little anxious, maybe, but definitely not bleak. All the same, I was amazed at how many obvious little bits and pieces I’d missed on earlier viewings which were crystal clear tonight. Bits and pieces so obvious that I don’t even want to mention them for fear of looking like an idiot…

More than anything, though, I realized how much I want to go back to Portland. It’s been over four years; I think it’s high time…