one of those lazy sunday's,
right now,
"i wanna destroy you"
by the circle jerks
is screaming out of my speakers. it is one of the all-time greatest cover songs in the history of mankind (the original was by the soft boys). i totally want to kill EVERYTHING when this song is playing...
I feel it coming on again
Just like it did before
They fill your mind with boredom
And they lead you off to war
The way we treat each other
Really makes me feel ill
And if you're gonna fight
Then you're just dying to get killed
just for your information, i am also rocking: the clash, chelsea, the abs, the adicts, the angelic upstarts and the adverts...
punk rock boy.
***
i finally got bored of our bathroom not having a light and decided that i should assert my status as alpha male of 19 arden street and go to home depot and buy some of those honkin' big lights to change them. of course, it took me all of twenty minutes (including the drive) to perform the whole operation... i just haven't felt like driving lindsay's car (which does not have working windshield wipers) in the snow and rain this week.
i was talkin' earlier today with someone about how i am a total chick most of the time, but still have these really stereotypical GUY tendencies, for example, my overwhelming desire to solve ALL problems with brute force:
my bathroom, lindsay and jordan are present, jordan is standing on a chair poking at the light in the ceiling. monkey-like, he ends his cursory examination and then tries to rip the plastic cover out of the casing with his fingertips. it, of course, does not give. so, he tries even HARDER ("i'll show you, you fucker!").
lindsay: that's not how you do that.
jordan: uh, yeah it is!
lindsay: no, the whole thing comes out. you're breaking it.
jordan: (without looking) i am not.
at this point, jordan looks up at the light, to see that, yes, he is indeed breaking it.
jordan: oops. so i am.
lindsay: just pull the whole casing out of the ceiling...
jordan: oh, well i'll be damned.
seconds later, jordan pulls the whole piece out of the ceiling, allowing him easy access to the light bulbs.
y'know, if i just took a second to think before i did most things, that wouldn't happen... but i just have this way about me that suggests a man going after a pile of wood with a hammer slung through his belt and nails in his mouth who won't be stopping until he has completed his objective.
i think, deep down, i am incredibly resentful that i do not have to build shit or lift shit or use my muscles AT ALL in a given day (goddamn cushy desk job). i think, to some extent, i just like feeling like i've accomplished something. that was one of the things i liked about the sign shop i worked in in pennsylvania, i was one of two employees, so i got to do production work and installation work as well as design, which is one of the things i like about the possiblity of designing and constructing the franchise stores for the scooter store guy. which leads me to:
he finally called me today (d-day is fastly approaching) and made a crazy-ass claim that he wasn't selling ONE franchise store, he was selling FIVE. which is completely ludicrous, because he is no condition to take on that kind of work by himself and he's got his head further up his ass then i thought if he thinks i'm gonna jump into THAT hornets nest. he wants me to head down to PA for a meeting to work-out a strategy and all that shit. he said he'd send me money for that.
eh. i really like the idea of designing five retail stores all by myself (yeah, i know, i like getting in over my head) but i have no interest in spending any signifigant amount of time in pennsylvania AT ALL. i will definitely do all of the computer and drafting work up here in my bedroom/studio thingee and then maybe go down there for one or two weeks at a time to assemble the stores (painting, installations, merchandise racks, signage, murals, etc).
all week i've just been working on little design stuff here and there and drawing and stuff, so i don't know, i guess i really just don't care what happens. i just want SOMETHING to happen so i can start making some actual plans for the next couple of months.
because of this and all of the graphic artist's guild stuff i've been doing, i changed my answering machine message from the incredibly goofy:
"apple juice man, i'm out getting some apple juice"
to the more professional sounding:
"hi, you've reached jordan giarratano of the creative juggernaut studio. please leave a message and i'll get back to you as soon as i can, thank you."
and so, when i was out shopping today, my mum called me and left me this crazy ass message busting my chops about the "business" message i have on the machine.
mum: "hi, i'm calling for jordan giarratano of the creative juggernaut studio, this is your mom. i wanted to inform you that the house sale will be closing on thursday this week and that you should make an appointment with the dentist to get your front teeth fixed. it is 5 p.m. on sunday, if you should receive this message, i can be reached here, where i will be on the couch, reading the paper and watching the fortieth anniversary edition of mary poppins. that is all, good bye and i love you ."
could my mom possibly be any cooler? i mean, she would have to be joan jett or lieutenant ripley (from alien) to be any cooler.
***
because i am a dumbass, i sent all my netflix movies back at once and i have no movies to watch, which is kinda lame. i was gonna call my friend brian to see if he wants to hang out, but then i realized that i don't, so that didn't make much sense anymore...
okay. well, i'm gonna eat some dinner and then i'm going to beat this scooter store website around my room for a while, then maybe work on the guild promotional piece i said i would do. its not like i haven't got enough design work around here to keep me occupied.
right now,
"i wanna destroy you"
by the circle jerks
is screaming out of my speakers. it is one of the all-time greatest cover songs in the history of mankind (the original was by the soft boys). i totally want to kill EVERYTHING when this song is playing...
I feel it coming on again
Just like it did before
They fill your mind with boredom
And they lead you off to war
The way we treat each other
Really makes me feel ill
And if you're gonna fight
Then you're just dying to get killed
just for your information, i am also rocking: the clash, chelsea, the abs, the adicts, the angelic upstarts and the adverts...
punk rock boy.
***
i finally got bored of our bathroom not having a light and decided that i should assert my status as alpha male of 19 arden street and go to home depot and buy some of those honkin' big lights to change them. of course, it took me all of twenty minutes (including the drive) to perform the whole operation... i just haven't felt like driving lindsay's car (which does not have working windshield wipers) in the snow and rain this week.
i was talkin' earlier today with someone about how i am a total chick most of the time, but still have these really stereotypical GUY tendencies, for example, my overwhelming desire to solve ALL problems with brute force:
my bathroom, lindsay and jordan are present, jordan is standing on a chair poking at the light in the ceiling. monkey-like, he ends his cursory examination and then tries to rip the plastic cover out of the casing with his fingertips. it, of course, does not give. so, he tries even HARDER ("i'll show you, you fucker!").
lindsay: that's not how you do that.
jordan: uh, yeah it is!
lindsay: no, the whole thing comes out. you're breaking it.
jordan: (without looking) i am not.
at this point, jordan looks up at the light, to see that, yes, he is indeed breaking it.
jordan: oops. so i am.
lindsay: just pull the whole casing out of the ceiling...
jordan: oh, well i'll be damned.
seconds later, jordan pulls the whole piece out of the ceiling, allowing him easy access to the light bulbs.
y'know, if i just took a second to think before i did most things, that wouldn't happen... but i just have this way about me that suggests a man going after a pile of wood with a hammer slung through his belt and nails in his mouth who won't be stopping until he has completed his objective.
i think, deep down, i am incredibly resentful that i do not have to build shit or lift shit or use my muscles AT ALL in a given day (goddamn cushy desk job). i think, to some extent, i just like feeling like i've accomplished something. that was one of the things i liked about the sign shop i worked in in pennsylvania, i was one of two employees, so i got to do production work and installation work as well as design, which is one of the things i like about the possiblity of designing and constructing the franchise stores for the scooter store guy. which leads me to:
he finally called me today (d-day is fastly approaching) and made a crazy-ass claim that he wasn't selling ONE franchise store, he was selling FIVE. which is completely ludicrous, because he is no condition to take on that kind of work by himself and he's got his head further up his ass then i thought if he thinks i'm gonna jump into THAT hornets nest. he wants me to head down to PA for a meeting to work-out a strategy and all that shit. he said he'd send me money for that.
eh. i really like the idea of designing five retail stores all by myself (yeah, i know, i like getting in over my head) but i have no interest in spending any signifigant amount of time in pennsylvania AT ALL. i will definitely do all of the computer and drafting work up here in my bedroom/studio thingee and then maybe go down there for one or two weeks at a time to assemble the stores (painting, installations, merchandise racks, signage, murals, etc).
all week i've just been working on little design stuff here and there and drawing and stuff, so i don't know, i guess i really just don't care what happens. i just want SOMETHING to happen so i can start making some actual plans for the next couple of months.
because of this and all of the graphic artist's guild stuff i've been doing, i changed my answering machine message from the incredibly goofy:
"apple juice man, i'm out getting some apple juice"
to the more professional sounding:
"hi, you've reached jordan giarratano of the creative juggernaut studio. please leave a message and i'll get back to you as soon as i can, thank you."
and so, when i was out shopping today, my mum called me and left me this crazy ass message busting my chops about the "business" message i have on the machine.
mum: "hi, i'm calling for jordan giarratano of the creative juggernaut studio, this is your mom. i wanted to inform you that the house sale will be closing on thursday this week and that you should make an appointment with the dentist to get your front teeth fixed. it is 5 p.m. on sunday, if you should receive this message, i can be reached here, where i will be on the couch, reading the paper and watching the fortieth anniversary edition of mary poppins. that is all, good bye and i love you ."
could my mom possibly be any cooler? i mean, she would have to be joan jett or lieutenant ripley (from alien) to be any cooler.
***
because i am a dumbass, i sent all my netflix movies back at once and i have no movies to watch, which is kinda lame. i was gonna call my friend brian to see if he wants to hang out, but then i realized that i don't, so that didn't make much sense anymore...
okay. well, i'm gonna eat some dinner and then i'm going to beat this scooter store website around my room for a while, then maybe work on the guild promotional piece i said i would do. its not like i haven't got enough design work around here to keep me occupied.
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