Seriously, this whole drama surrounding getting working internet access at home is insane. Seems to be a common theme with DSL companies, seriously. Now it's looking like it will be another week. Egads.
So that means no drunken webcams from this weekend's housewarming action. Each day has a theme, btw, so that people who will be at all three (namely Wad and myself, along with a few first circle friends) will be entertained. Email me ifor more info if you can make it to one of the nights....
Thursday : Wine-tastic
Friday : Booze-alicious
Saturday : Grog-tacular
On a side note, we need to get rid of Wad's coat rack. Aside from it not really working in the living room and whatnot, we have a coat closet. And it's kind of battered - missing a couple arm things (the part that holds the coats). And the other night when I was pretty fucked up, it looked at me funny - and that's just not right. Then later on it winked at me, and I thought it had some kind of tentacles or something - and if you can't have a coat rack looking at you funny, you SURE AS HELL can't have a tentacled, winking coat rack in your living room. He doesn't want to part with the thing (they've been through a lot together, apparently hehe), so for now I've banished it to the patio. Perhaps this weekend I'll raffle it off to one of the guests.
Worth pointing out that the new album from The Cure is AMAZING. Go buy it and listen to it at dangerously loud levels. Now. The first song will concern you. First time you hear it, you'll probably question whether your hearing is off, or a guitar was out of tune, or if your stereo gear may be broken. It's discordant. But about halfway in, it just kind of clicks and at least in my experience there was this emotional bonding that goes on. Then there's Uh Huh Her, the new album from PJ Harvey (big ups to Fractal for hooking me up with that, btw). I think the best way to describe it is it's like hot, dirty, sweaty sex. Very decadent, and very depraved. I actually may need to stop listening to it, at least until such time as I can listen to it with someone else. Naked.
OK, time to get the hell home and put more stuff away - apparently there's some sort of expectation held by certain members of the public that the place needs to be settled when you have a housewarming. Dammmit.
odi omnes
So that means no drunken webcams from this weekend's housewarming action. Each day has a theme, btw, so that people who will be at all three (namely Wad and myself, along with a few first circle friends) will be entertained. Email me ifor more info if you can make it to one of the nights....
Thursday : Wine-tastic
Friday : Booze-alicious
Saturday : Grog-tacular
On a side note, we need to get rid of Wad's coat rack. Aside from it not really working in the living room and whatnot, we have a coat closet. And it's kind of battered - missing a couple arm things (the part that holds the coats). And the other night when I was pretty fucked up, it looked at me funny - and that's just not right. Then later on it winked at me, and I thought it had some kind of tentacles or something - and if you can't have a coat rack looking at you funny, you SURE AS HELL can't have a tentacled, winking coat rack in your living room. He doesn't want to part with the thing (they've been through a lot together, apparently hehe), so for now I've banished it to the patio. Perhaps this weekend I'll raffle it off to one of the guests.
Worth pointing out that the new album from The Cure is AMAZING. Go buy it and listen to it at dangerously loud levels. Now. The first song will concern you. First time you hear it, you'll probably question whether your hearing is off, or a guitar was out of tune, or if your stereo gear may be broken. It's discordant. But about halfway in, it just kind of clicks and at least in my experience there was this emotional bonding that goes on. Then there's Uh Huh Her, the new album from PJ Harvey (big ups to Fractal for hooking me up with that, btw). I think the best way to describe it is it's like hot, dirty, sweaty sex. Very decadent, and very depraved. I actually may need to stop listening to it, at least until such time as I can listen to it with someone else. Naked.
OK, time to get the hell home and put more stuff away - apparently there's some sort of expectation held by certain members of the public that the place needs to be settled when you have a housewarming. Dammmit.
odi omnes
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i saw that your going to burning man! me too! i cant wait.
and screw dsl..try and get cable if you can.
i think i might have to go out and hear the new p.j harvey, and cure for that matter! thanks for the suggestions.