I've been a real squishy layabout today. I basically sat around, encased in soup bouls and teacups and beer bottles, hacking away at the setlist for this new DJ gig I have tonight. Unlike the rest so far, this one will be at a non-dancing bar - that means opportunities to play stuff without the risk of clearing a dance floor. In other words, I'll be able to throw in a little downtempo and obscure stuff (weirder Gnarls Barkley and Gorillaz, for example, or Morcheeba).
I thought about posting something like this in my LJ but my LJ feels worthless these days. All my peers seem to be yuppy-types, comfortable in their own situation, completely ignorant of any need for change. But blogging as a therapeutic exercise is worthless there because they'll all fall back on the "meh, pretentious asshole is making us self-examine again" defense. At least I know when I'm being a worthless fuck (hint: it's probably the two hours a day I'm spending on WoW).
Ah well. I think winter is hitting me hard. Settling down, probably gaining some extra mass. And lounging about on SG when I should be getting ready and getting the fuck outta here.
I thought about posting something like this in my LJ but my LJ feels worthless these days. All my peers seem to be yuppy-types, comfortable in their own situation, completely ignorant of any need for change. But blogging as a therapeutic exercise is worthless there because they'll all fall back on the "meh, pretentious asshole is making us self-examine again" defense. At least I know when I'm being a worthless fuck (hint: it's probably the two hours a day I'm spending on WoW).
Ah well. I think winter is hitting me hard. Settling down, probably gaining some extra mass. And lounging about on SG when I should be getting ready and getting the fuck outta here.