Today's business has included the following (in order):
* Woke up at the lamentably early time of 9:30am.
* Got my car washed. Finally. After 6 years of ownership, this is the first time I've had it washed. Its colour has now gone from dusty, dusty red to bright, shiny red. Yay.
* Got the oil changed in said car.
* Cleaned the bathroom from floor to ceiling.
* Bought some cloves and smoked 'em.
* Bummed around the house for a few hours.
* Edited some Wikipedia articles and E2 nodes.
* Fixed my electrical problem, where one of the circuit breakers in my apartment kept switching itself off. Duct tape, as always, did the trick.
* Made an abortive attempt to get some people together to go bum around the Quarter.
* Wore a thong. Weee! (Under a pair of drab-grey DKNY jeans, monochrome black Chucks, and a black Vicodin t-shirt.)
* Instead of bumming around with people in the Quarter, I bummed around with myself. (No, not like it sounds.)
* Had a rather good veggie burger at Angeli's.
* Got my left tragus pierced. (18g, charcoal-coloured niobium, cats-eye bead.) Not sure of the piercer's name, but it wasn't Angel. This girl had a blue/purple/black mohawk, ~00g earlobes, and glittering blue eyes. Hot with a capital Sexual.
* Went to Electric Ladyland in the Marigny and got a new tattoo, inked expertly by Boatman. It's kanji, so if you're familiar with the kanji character set, you'll know what it means. Otherwise you'll have to guess, although if you know me well enough you can probably guess what it means.
* Trawled over to Flanagans to look for Melanie. No luck. Had a drink instead.
* Drove home and lamented my lack of a peer group that doesn't live in other cities / states / countries / continents.
* Took some pictures, which are largely uninteresting.
* Continued being depressed and wishing for girl-flesh to be within willing reach until I took my daily dose of Lexapro. Felt slightly better afterwards.
* Currently in the process of getting to sleep with a bottle of Rolling Rock and 2mg of Xanax (at a stupidly wrong hour; will have to repeat same tomorrow morning/afternoon in preparation for work, which starts at midnight).
* Sleep comes in ~30 minutes from now.
In light of all the above, I continue to wonder what the point of day-to-day living is. 'Cos right now, and in the immediate past, it has been teh sux0r.
Currently reading "Alive: The Story of the Andes Survivors" by Piers Paul Read. Air crashes, mountains and cannibalism, well, you can't find a better combination for a book. This is the book that the 1993 American movie Alive! was based on. Ethan Hawke makes a dopey Uruguayan footballer.
After becoming intrigued by my distant friend Anne's description of the original Star Wars trilogy on laserdisc, I hunted down copies of my own, one of which is now burned to DVD, another of which is currently being re-encoded to MPEG-2 to facilitate DVD burning, and the third is still downloading.
Otherwise, I've been passing my weekends watching BBC documentaries on, among other things, "Auschwitz: The Nazis and the 'Final Solution'", "The Iceman Murder," about tzi, a 5300-year-old corpse found mostly intact in the Italian Alps in 1991, and "The Occult History of the Third Reich." My cable TV gets BBC America, but who can be bothered to watch TV at whenever the BBC feels like broadcasting these things when I can download them and watch them at my own convenience? On a whim I also picked up "Ilsa - She Wolf of the SS," just for exploitation's sake, but I've yet to watch it. Ah, the good ol' 1970s.
Also, the dreadlocked, tattooed, kinda short barista that was working tonight at Flanagans is Oberaufseherin hot. Damn my eyes, and the lack of self-confidence instilled in myself. Not like I'd have had any luck chatting her up to begin with, I suppose, but it's the thought that counts, I guess.
I wonder, is it possible for an individual to guage their own unattractiveness? 'Cos I've been feeling awfully damned unattractive lately.
A minor uplifting occured earlier tonight when my Detroit Tigers kicked some SF Giants ass, the day after said Giants shut 'em out 4-0. Today's final score: Detroit 8, SF 2. And no Barry "Prince Philip Is My Soul Brother" Bonds was in the lineup. Yeah, so I enjoy baseball. Some things are never grown out of.
Bleh. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.
Now playing:: "Beautiful ones" by Suede
* Woke up at the lamentably early time of 9:30am.
* Got my car washed. Finally. After 6 years of ownership, this is the first time I've had it washed. Its colour has now gone from dusty, dusty red to bright, shiny red. Yay.
* Got the oil changed in said car.
* Cleaned the bathroom from floor to ceiling.
* Bought some cloves and smoked 'em.
* Bummed around the house for a few hours.
* Edited some Wikipedia articles and E2 nodes.
* Fixed my electrical problem, where one of the circuit breakers in my apartment kept switching itself off. Duct tape, as always, did the trick.
* Made an abortive attempt to get some people together to go bum around the Quarter.
* Wore a thong. Weee! (Under a pair of drab-grey DKNY jeans, monochrome black Chucks, and a black Vicodin t-shirt.)
* Instead of bumming around with people in the Quarter, I bummed around with myself. (No, not like it sounds.)
* Had a rather good veggie burger at Angeli's.
* Got my left tragus pierced. (18g, charcoal-coloured niobium, cats-eye bead.) Not sure of the piercer's name, but it wasn't Angel. This girl had a blue/purple/black mohawk, ~00g earlobes, and glittering blue eyes. Hot with a capital Sexual.
* Went to Electric Ladyland in the Marigny and got a new tattoo, inked expertly by Boatman. It's kanji, so if you're familiar with the kanji character set, you'll know what it means. Otherwise you'll have to guess, although if you know me well enough you can probably guess what it means.
* Trawled over to Flanagans to look for Melanie. No luck. Had a drink instead.
* Drove home and lamented my lack of a peer group that doesn't live in other cities / states / countries / continents.
* Took some pictures, which are largely uninteresting.
* Continued being depressed and wishing for girl-flesh to be within willing reach until I took my daily dose of Lexapro. Felt slightly better afterwards.
* Currently in the process of getting to sleep with a bottle of Rolling Rock and 2mg of Xanax (at a stupidly wrong hour; will have to repeat same tomorrow morning/afternoon in preparation for work, which starts at midnight).
* Sleep comes in ~30 minutes from now.
In light of all the above, I continue to wonder what the point of day-to-day living is. 'Cos right now, and in the immediate past, it has been teh sux0r.
Currently reading "Alive: The Story of the Andes Survivors" by Piers Paul Read. Air crashes, mountains and cannibalism, well, you can't find a better combination for a book. This is the book that the 1993 American movie Alive! was based on. Ethan Hawke makes a dopey Uruguayan footballer.
After becoming intrigued by my distant friend Anne's description of the original Star Wars trilogy on laserdisc, I hunted down copies of my own, one of which is now burned to DVD, another of which is currently being re-encoded to MPEG-2 to facilitate DVD burning, and the third is still downloading.
Otherwise, I've been passing my weekends watching BBC documentaries on, among other things, "Auschwitz: The Nazis and the 'Final Solution'", "The Iceman Murder," about tzi, a 5300-year-old corpse found mostly intact in the Italian Alps in 1991, and "The Occult History of the Third Reich." My cable TV gets BBC America, but who can be bothered to watch TV at whenever the BBC feels like broadcasting these things when I can download them and watch them at my own convenience? On a whim I also picked up "Ilsa - She Wolf of the SS," just for exploitation's sake, but I've yet to watch it. Ah, the good ol' 1970s.
Also, the dreadlocked, tattooed, kinda short barista that was working tonight at Flanagans is Oberaufseherin hot. Damn my eyes, and the lack of self-confidence instilled in myself. Not like I'd have had any luck chatting her up to begin with, I suppose, but it's the thought that counts, I guess.
I wonder, is it possible for an individual to guage their own unattractiveness? 'Cos I've been feeling awfully damned unattractive lately.
A minor uplifting occured earlier tonight when my Detroit Tigers kicked some SF Giants ass, the day after said Giants shut 'em out 4-0. Today's final score: Detroit 8, SF 2. And no Barry "Prince Philip Is My Soul Brother" Bonds was in the lineup. Yeah, so I enjoy baseball. Some things are never grown out of.
Bleh. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.
Now playing:: "Beautiful ones" by Suede
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I'm sorry to jump the gun on you like that. As I started to mention, I just recently tried to persuade a local shop to take down the Kanji flash they are using due to massive inaccuracies, so maybe I was hyper sensitive. I have edited the public post.
Thank you