Trying times.
Lit was OK last night, music-wise. One of our three bands cancelled due to medical emergency, which left an air of inactivity and secondhandedness to the proceedings. Some nights it just doesn't pay to work the door -- the insults and stupidity hurled at a person who's just there to take money for the bands playing is ridiculous. Some of the ugliest people I've ever seen try to rush the door and get in for free. Sorry, hon. Doesn't work that way. One lardass came within inches of getting his whole body thrown through the front window.
DJing afterwards at Beauty Bar was pretty good, though the crowd response was totally flat. I was giving it all I had. Ran into my friend Aimee there, who I hadn't seen in a while -- she and her two girlfriends had all just recently ended a bad relationship or gotten dumped, and for beautiful, smart girls like these, it's a fucking travesty that men in general can't be better. We had a discussion about the "whimpster" phenomenon, and it continues to baffle me why girls make the choices they do. Guys play the sensitive card but in reality are full-grown babies, expecting to be taken care of by women who they somehow deceive (through good looks, a big cock, I dunno) into believing that what, and how much, they do for him equals love, trust, compassion, etc. Thanks, but I've been wiping my own ass for years now. Being able to take care of oneself shouldn't be a turn-off or a threat. I certainly don't enjoy the company of overtly needy people (see below) and I wouldn't pin that on anyone else, either. It's funny -- this kind of sensitive male "Sebadoh" fixation would get your ass kicked all over in 1993, but in 2004, it's the male's trump card. And girls keep on falling for it. I know. I was a jerk like this back before I knew any better, when I couldn't respect myself or anybody else. I learned all my lessons, only to see guys just wholesale getting away with it everywhere I look.
While writing this, i just got an IM from another friend of mine that it JUST happened to. It's a fucking epidemic! And to make matters that much worse, they all seem to come to ME to vent about it when they get hurt by some assbag. Call me Doormat.
I saw the most beautiful woman in some time last night at the Beauty Bar -- she was sitting right next to the DJ booth and actually tried to talk to me while i was cueing up a record, and I feel like a complete shithead for ignoring her (I'm shy) and not trying to catch her attention before she left. To the girl in the red topcoat with the flower barrette, hey. If you see this, gimme a shout. I somehow doubt that she will, though.
Lit was OK last night, music-wise. One of our three bands cancelled due to medical emergency, which left an air of inactivity and secondhandedness to the proceedings. Some nights it just doesn't pay to work the door -- the insults and stupidity hurled at a person who's just there to take money for the bands playing is ridiculous. Some of the ugliest people I've ever seen try to rush the door and get in for free. Sorry, hon. Doesn't work that way. One lardass came within inches of getting his whole body thrown through the front window.
DJing afterwards at Beauty Bar was pretty good, though the crowd response was totally flat. I was giving it all I had. Ran into my friend Aimee there, who I hadn't seen in a while -- she and her two girlfriends had all just recently ended a bad relationship or gotten dumped, and for beautiful, smart girls like these, it's a fucking travesty that men in general can't be better. We had a discussion about the "whimpster" phenomenon, and it continues to baffle me why girls make the choices they do. Guys play the sensitive card but in reality are full-grown babies, expecting to be taken care of by women who they somehow deceive (through good looks, a big cock, I dunno) into believing that what, and how much, they do for him equals love, trust, compassion, etc. Thanks, but I've been wiping my own ass for years now. Being able to take care of oneself shouldn't be a turn-off or a threat. I certainly don't enjoy the company of overtly needy people (see below) and I wouldn't pin that on anyone else, either. It's funny -- this kind of sensitive male "Sebadoh" fixation would get your ass kicked all over in 1993, but in 2004, it's the male's trump card. And girls keep on falling for it. I know. I was a jerk like this back before I knew any better, when I couldn't respect myself or anybody else. I learned all my lessons, only to see guys just wholesale getting away with it everywhere I look.
While writing this, i just got an IM from another friend of mine that it JUST happened to. It's a fucking epidemic! And to make matters that much worse, they all seem to come to ME to vent about it when they get hurt by some assbag. Call me Doormat.
I saw the most beautiful woman in some time last night at the Beauty Bar -- she was sitting right next to the DJ booth and actually tried to talk to me while i was cueing up a record, and I feel like a complete shithead for ignoring her (I'm shy) and not trying to catch her attention before she left. To the girl in the red topcoat with the flower barrette, hey. If you see this, gimme a shout. I somehow doubt that she will, though.