Facts:
- called unfound from the Indian buffet place. I've never called anybody on their smoke break on the flight deck before. Text messaged my 1st text message evar to Trysty but I don't think she's impressed (haven't heard from you since Friday, man!). It said "This is my 1st text masage evar!! 111" It took me two tries. I have no fucking manual, eh?
- watched Igby Went Down. Didn't really enjoy it. The characters were likable... except well, Igby. I guess that's why I didn't enjoy it. Russell (Jared Harris) was cool- they shoulda made the movie about him. Ryan Phillipe and Amanda Peet are ridiculously good-looking. I would do anything for Amanda Peet except watch her in a movie with Ashton Kutcher (for god's sake... I used to like that douche. He was really good in That '70s Show... but now, ick).
- saw the Peter Brtzmann ten-piece last night. Good show. Not only that, but I parked right in front of the club!! What did it sound like? God, just a bunch of dudes wailing like demons, some quiet parts, then more insanity. First time since seeing Blanks 77 or the Red Aunts that I wish there was moshing or slamming going on. Mostly polite jazz head-bobbing, and that's fine, but I kinda wish, I dunno, I was jumping around beating the crap outta people and (to be fair) they were doing the same. Not to sound anti-social, but it's just the aesthetic of the thing. Good music to elbow someone in the face, or (to be fair) getting my nose broken. It seemed they all played like 3 or 4 different instruments too. One sax guy pulled out this trombone-ish thing, or a clarinet. Another would play this gigantic baritone sax and then this thing that looked like a cross between a slide-whistle and a fireplace poker-holder. Two drummers. Bass. A dude on electric cello. As I said, it was a ten piece; at times, it was hard to tell who was doin' what. I picked up a CD of theirs, Images. I wish I'd had more cash to buy more (they had six or so). So if you go see the Peter Brtzmann Tentet, bring $90. You might need it.
- today, I'm off work. I had a hard time sleeping last night. Ironically, I touched no booze/beer at the club, and it ended fairly early (I would say 90% of the band is older than me, so they know the value of a good night's sleep), yet had crummy insomnia and didn't know if I was sick or what, so called in sick. After sleeping in 'til 10, I finally felt better.
Does anybody put much stock in the Dating Profile thing? I was thinking about filling it in but... I dunno. Seems like pissing up a rope, maybe.
- called unfound from the Indian buffet place. I've never called anybody on their smoke break on the flight deck before. Text messaged my 1st text message evar to Trysty but I don't think she's impressed (haven't heard from you since Friday, man!). It said "This is my 1st text masage evar!! 111" It took me two tries. I have no fucking manual, eh?
- watched Igby Went Down. Didn't really enjoy it. The characters were likable... except well, Igby. I guess that's why I didn't enjoy it. Russell (Jared Harris) was cool- they shoulda made the movie about him. Ryan Phillipe and Amanda Peet are ridiculously good-looking. I would do anything for Amanda Peet except watch her in a movie with Ashton Kutcher (for god's sake... I used to like that douche. He was really good in That '70s Show... but now, ick).
- saw the Peter Brtzmann ten-piece last night. Good show. Not only that, but I parked right in front of the club!! What did it sound like? God, just a bunch of dudes wailing like demons, some quiet parts, then more insanity. First time since seeing Blanks 77 or the Red Aunts that I wish there was moshing or slamming going on. Mostly polite jazz head-bobbing, and that's fine, but I kinda wish, I dunno, I was jumping around beating the crap outta people and (to be fair) they were doing the same. Not to sound anti-social, but it's just the aesthetic of the thing. Good music to elbow someone in the face, or (to be fair) getting my nose broken. It seemed they all played like 3 or 4 different instruments too. One sax guy pulled out this trombone-ish thing, or a clarinet. Another would play this gigantic baritone sax and then this thing that looked like a cross between a slide-whistle and a fireplace poker-holder. Two drummers. Bass. A dude on electric cello. As I said, it was a ten piece; at times, it was hard to tell who was doin' what. I picked up a CD of theirs, Images. I wish I'd had more cash to buy more (they had six or so). So if you go see the Peter Brtzmann Tentet, bring $90. You might need it.
- today, I'm off work. I had a hard time sleeping last night. Ironically, I touched no booze/beer at the club, and it ended fairly early (I would say 90% of the band is older than me, so they know the value of a good night's sleep), yet had crummy insomnia and didn't know if I was sick or what, so called in sick. After sleeping in 'til 10, I finally felt better.
Does anybody put much stock in the Dating Profile thing? I was thinking about filling it in but... I dunno. Seems like pissing up a rope, maybe.
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Re: living quarters. I'm looking for an apartment in the West End for Aug 1.