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Johnny C:
Fine okay whatever the people have spoken and that shit.

Today I got my iPod loaded with a bunch of songs, obsessively collected album artwork so that every song would have a purdy picture to go with it and replaced my external HDD which took a shit all over itself yesterday. Tonight I'm going to drive a friend of mine to and from the punk rock bar, the Manhattan Room, which is lamentably closing this weekend.

In all honesty, the last item is a damn shame. It was a great venue, it had a fantastic atmosphere, generally good sound, the people running it were smart and enthusiastic contributors to the local music scene and more importantly it was a great place to just go and hang out with punks, who are by and large some of the most fun people to drink with.

Ah well. One last concert tonight, and it oughta be a barn-burner.

Here's Tommy's original thoughts on the idea. Please look at 'em!


--- Quote from: Tommydski ---This would require a certain amount of restraint and creative composure from everyone in order to work but I believe it could work and it would be a welcome addition to our little community. A blog thread would have to refrain from being self-indulgent or boring for it to be an acceptable entity. People would have to only post in it when they have something genuinely interesting that happened to them on a personal level. The focus would have to be on each post being an exercise in creative writing. Amusing, enlightening or informative posts would be welcome. Repetitive, self-serving and ultimately attention-seeking posts would not. This would require restraint on the parts of those who do not like the idea of a blog thread but as per usual they would have the opportunity to ignore it.

This has come to my attention after two weeks fraught with interest and having to re-tell the same story about ten times and wishing I could just post it somewhere and people could take an interest or not. A regular blog does not appeal to me and I notice that the other three forums that I frequent all have a blog thread without inspiring feelings of dread. It does work elsewhere, so I don't see why it couldn't work here.
--- End quote ---

yelley:
i just got a hairut so bad that i had to go back and ask for my money back. i asked for just below chin length with layers, side part. this is what i got.


it's over 2 inches too short, mostly one length, except for the shorter part on one side because she cut it parted center. i feel like a trianglehead 80s movie extra. i am very unhappy.

also, i got a haircut because i am starting a new job on monday. i have to live in santa maria for a month for training (too far to go back to my apartment so i'm staying in a hotel) and i am worried about leaving jason alone for that long. i really do not want him to live off ramen noodles ad burger king for a month. the boy knows how to cook, but i don't think that he would cook balanced meals for just himself. and now i kind of feel like his mother...

i am excited about the new job though! since i got laid off a few weeks ago i was really worried that i wouldn't find another job soon enough and i would have another summer of unemployment like last year. i still have so much debt to pay off from those few months, and it was such a depressing time for me... i was so scared i'd have to repeat that!

tania:
my housemate's fish has been really sickly and on the verge of death for a really long time. he sits at the bottom of his bowl, doesn't eat, can barely move and has slowly faded from a reddish maroon colour to something resembling translucent white. nobody in the house knew what to do with it so today we decided it would be best to put it out of it's misery. we've never had to do anything like this before on account that fish usually just die on their own. she was really opposed to flushing it down the toilet because of the water treatment it would inevitably go through, so after a brief discussion we decided the best course of action would be to take it outside, dump out it's bowl and then crush it with a rock. after making our way outside we realized that in order to kill the fish as quickly as possible we'd have to make this a two-man job, in that one person dumps out the bowl while the other waits with the rock and just does the deed immediately after. that person ended up being me. even though this fish was really sickly and couldn't actually swim or do anything really, just seeing and hearing that tiny little body flop around and then being immediately turned to mush was one of the saddest and most pathetic things i've ever experienced. basically i hope i never have to kill any more little fish in my lifetime. awful.

Johnny C:
Tania, what exactly was wrong with flushing it? It would have likely died before it even got remotely near the water treatment facility.

I can't quite stop thinking about the 'Hat so I guess I'll just share some brief memories of the place.


* Playing a Polymaths cover as Danger Bros.
* Playing their Battle Of The Bands and losing to a surf-punk group that uses the theremin
* "I live in a cold cold city" - scrawled on the chalkboard that replaced a mirror in the men's room
* Seeing Bel Riose play to a crowd of, basically, These Estates after everyone who came to see the opening bands had left and start off with "I feel like I'm in a personal ad. 'Regina, I saw you the other night - I was wearing a brown shirt, you were a room full of people."
* On the same night as the above item, playing Mclusky's "Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues" as a set closer and watching the bartender clap his hands in the air with the beat in the song's final measure
* Seeing an improv skit where the running joke throughout was that the lead character, a male sports coach, had picked a favourite player on the team, and watching this joke escalate to a point where the coach brought up the favourite by his chin and kissed him passionately
* Getting more drunk than I've ever been in my life on New Year's, kissing an ex-girlfriend on the mouth like a toad but not even caring because it was a fucking great night full of awesome people, great music and the most jovial atmosphere I've ever felt.
God damn I'm going to miss this place.

KvP:
wooo blog

My mp3 player broke today. I have to endure 3 days without music.

Also I recently found out that one of my best friends has cancer (breast cancer, to be precise). She's apparently had it for as long as I've known her. Thankfully it's been in remission for awhile, but finding out sort of threw me for a loop. It makes sense, I suppose. She's different from me in just about every way, fearless and passionate and not interested in bullshit, while I'm timid and get caught up in little things. I could see how her personality could be explained by her brushes with death (she also served in the IDF, which she does not talk about, suffice to say that she has the same intolerance for glamourized and staged violence that I do for staged sexual violence). She does more things in a week than I do in 2 months. She also has a keen interest in me, which I do not understand. I've never really met anyone quite like her. Which makes the fact that she is leaving in a few months all the more distressing for me. She promises that she will keep in touch, but in my experience it's all too easy to underestimate the role that proximity plays in a friendship.

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