(You've got to climb up some seriously decrepit flights of stairs to get up here.)
Here is where I've gotta mention that although I like the guy's music more than a little bit, he has some serious audience-relations problems when he picks up the microphone. Since when are camera flashes the most sense-assaulting things at an electronic music show? You're playing music at like a million decibels in a hot, sweaty warehouse. Also, come on. People are going to take pictures at concerts.
We left a little before the show was over and weaved our way around the assorted creepertrons outside back to the car (we only lost seven dollars on the way) and drove home. Then Steve showed me this Wii Sports tennis practice minigame where you have to whack the ball at an actual target instead of just some vague area on the other side of the net. We played that shit for like an hour. It's fun as hellll.
Extra! Will these things from the future make the cut for paragraph format? No. No, they won't:
1. The Dirty Show - I am going on Friday, the 8th with Amateis, Paul, and Jeff. If anyone else wants to come, buy your tickets now since Paul says it sells out.
2. Colio Winery's Festival of Ice - February 9th, the day after the dirt. Jeff got me a spot in this because he is big time. I'm doing a big fucking ice carving of the hydra monster. Also, it's a great winery and they've got really good prices on their wines during the festival thing. Check it out.
3. Diplo & Justice show - This is exciting! I'm going just for Diplo.
4. Martin Sexton show - I do not think anyone else likes this guy or knows who he is.
I love all you suckers out on the Internet, and I mean that in a friendly way. Have a good one.


4 comments:
one day we will beat 15!
I know who Martin Sexton is, and I even like him!
from, your sister
Yes! I missed the presale tickets, but we still ought to go.
I do know who Martin Sexton is, but I can't remember right now, thanks to the gigantic holes in my brainz due to threeee years of being on drugs for my back!
Hey, by the way, it's either Fibromyalgia, or Myofascial Pain Syndrome. Either way it goes, it's going to be really painful trying to get me OUT of pain. How wrong is that? Pretty dang, if you ask me, pretty dang. He did some weirdo injection with Lidocaine and Methylparaben (yeah...I know...wtf do I need a makeup ingredient in my neck and shoulders?) and I had a reaction to the injections that wasn't good, i.e. it sent me into a full-on flare up, the likes of which I haven't seen since last April. We'll see if it gets better, or gets worse to the point I can barely walk (literally) as a result. But now we know those are bad news bears.
Aside from that, I'm living back with Jon again, the boyfriend you made the comics about, cause he's the only one I know who could take me in. Also convenient because A) he drives me to my appointments which are B) in new yorkers so I can get ZOMFG ACTUAL TREATMENT FOR MY BACK AND NECK!!! Imagine that. It's going well enough so far, so yeah.
Also, Paul dropped back into my life in December, and dropped back out 15 days later (ON Christmas. What a present!), but seems to have intent of dropping back in and feels strongly about me per a vague myspace post which I can only imagine is about me, I don't know who else would be reading who he wants to get back together with. But whatever. I have too much other shit going on in my life to let anything get serious. Especially when I spend my days unshowered on the couch watching as much History Channel as I can before they go all "Wow, boring old film treatments about war and crap you don't care about!" (granted, Paul loves the history channel, but I don't dig any guy I'm sexually attracted to seeing me in the state I am in, especially the unshowered, unshaven, stinky, grumpy, sweaty state. Let's not forget the weepy crying sad state I get in sometimes when the Cymbalta isn't forcing me to be happy like usual (great medication for people who are in chronic pain, let me tell you, i went from crying every day at least once to not at all except in big giant sobby gaspy hours or two where I'm inconsoleable but I feel much better after and return to my regularly scheduled happy but in lots of pain schedule.). so yeah. Paul. Whatever, man. I say that to disguise the little happy cupids I have living inside me who are shooting my heart and any other organ large enough inside me because I'm so terribly in love with a guy who loves love as much as I do but has some giant secret to hide from everyone and he ALMOST told me on CHristmas, which is, of course, why he had to go away again. But happy little cupids in my guts and my brain are all excited, my body is not since it's my body and it hates everything I do or do not do.
ANYWAY, I miss you and think you're pawsome knees. my catchpha or whatever the word verification is TLAXBHWA, btw, which sounds like some alien from star trek. Pardon my erratic capsualizing of words. haha, capsualizing is not a word, as my brand new 17" mac powerbook with the high res glossy screen tells me. These do not have large enough hard drives, and I wish i had even larger an external on which to store all my comics I spend my days downloading and sort of reading since I have difficulty really focusing on anything but sometimes I can and when I can I read comics. Or the bible, which is an odd one. Or playing Assassin's Creed on my Xbox 360 Halo 3 edition, which is so totally masturbatable. Also not a word. I love that it tells me when I spell wrong! I also love many other things about the new Macs. I do not necessarily dig that they changed their chip cores, i'm not happy about the prospects of people who have macs with windows on them and therefore comprimise their systems, but hey, people are so retarded they need places like MYSPACE to put in measures to make sure they don't log in on a keylogger page. Come the fuck on, is it SO hard to look at the browser address and make sure it's ACTUALLY the myspace.com page youre logging in at? I didn't think so, so quit making the smart ones out here have to take an extra damn step to type in some stupid catchpha word verification BS because 95% of myspace users are too retarded to look at the damn address bar and click links from their friends which seem to everyone with half a brain to be a rather odd thing for their friend to say. Like "OMG I DIDN'T KNOW SHE GOT NAKED IN THIS MOVIE *link*check this out.*/link*"
Frealz.
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