I spent a good amount of last night just going through people's blogs on the site -- I like just reading what happened to them in reverse, how I'm getting the latest thought process they had and then getting what delivered said process into their life. Particularly boundcreature, aegiswings, and TheFullNelson. I've done this before -- usually with random people -- but these are people I'll likely end up standing in front of someday, talking to. Or rather, if/when boundcreature and I end up talking, we'll probably have to sit down. I get the feeling there could be several hours of discussion that would come from that man.
Tonight, though, I shall not do that. I think I'm going to give another few listens to First Impressions of Earth, tool around a little bit, maybe go to bed early. Friday will probably be filled with movies -- there's four I want to see, and I personally want to start knocking that list down quickly.
On that note for The Strokes, there's a great article in New York magazine (the one with them on the cover), which pretty much shows how they really are. Including Julian's blah-bitchy way of expressing almost everything.
Sometimes I think I would probably be a bit more of a lady's man if I actually bothered with parties and stuff. And then I think of how I'm probably a semi-enochlophobiac, and tend to clam up around groups of six or more unless I was there when the group formed. As it is, I'm just this really handy buddy to have around in times of need. And I'm probably always more involved and interesting in a one-on-one conversation than any other time.
And I'd also be more of a lady's man if my dream woman didn't have to love The Replacements' "Left of The Dial" or The Strokes as much as I do, which is too much for one human.
And, oh yeah, being less critical of art+entertainment+everything probably would work. People slog me off by saying "you're such a critic!", to which I think in my head, "so? My standards are just higher than everyone else's." Which even extends to women. I'm fucking ridiculous about this shit. But I absolutely love my movies, my music and my friends (and think my five favorites are probably far-and-away the most beautiful girls on the site. Ha! But don't most people believe that of their own, here?), and I wouldn't change that for anything. Some people may think some of my favorite things are horrible (like my four favorite musical artists -- those crazy Strokes, the indominatable Bob Dylan, the crazy-beautiful U2, and the storm of awesome that is The Boss, Bruce Springsteen), some people agree. But I find a lot of people I've run across in my life do come for me to hear my opinion on a movie or a song. It's allowed many to try to expose me to something different. Thanks to Zombiesdontrun, I picked up The Dillinger Escape Plan's Miss Machine, which is maybe(fuck, probably) the best heavy album I've ever heard. Thanks to darthspielberg, I've rediscovered my love of film scores. Thanks to Aislin... Wow, actually, she's never exposed me to anything, just merely been awesome.
But the list goes on, like a road winding into the mist. Anyway, I'm happy. I could be happier, but I'm as whole as a person can be without the chemical reactions of "love" rattling and shooting around. I've got enough I can appreciate.
Now, I bring you sock monkeys.
Tonight, though, I shall not do that. I think I'm going to give another few listens to First Impressions of Earth, tool around a little bit, maybe go to bed early. Friday will probably be filled with movies -- there's four I want to see, and I personally want to start knocking that list down quickly.
On that note for The Strokes, there's a great article in New York magazine (the one with them on the cover), which pretty much shows how they really are. Including Julian's blah-bitchy way of expressing almost everything.
Sometimes I think I would probably be a bit more of a lady's man if I actually bothered with parties and stuff. And then I think of how I'm probably a semi-enochlophobiac, and tend to clam up around groups of six or more unless I was there when the group formed. As it is, I'm just this really handy buddy to have around in times of need. And I'm probably always more involved and interesting in a one-on-one conversation than any other time.
And I'd also be more of a lady's man if my dream woman didn't have to love The Replacements' "Left of The Dial" or The Strokes as much as I do, which is too much for one human.
And, oh yeah, being less critical of art+entertainment+everything probably would work. People slog me off by saying "you're such a critic!", to which I think in my head, "so? My standards are just higher than everyone else's." Which even extends to women. I'm fucking ridiculous about this shit. But I absolutely love my movies, my music and my friends (and think my five favorites are probably far-and-away the most beautiful girls on the site. Ha! But don't most people believe that of their own, here?), and I wouldn't change that for anything. Some people may think some of my favorite things are horrible (like my four favorite musical artists -- those crazy Strokes, the indominatable Bob Dylan, the crazy-beautiful U2, and the storm of awesome that is The Boss, Bruce Springsteen), some people agree. But I find a lot of people I've run across in my life do come for me to hear my opinion on a movie or a song. It's allowed many to try to expose me to something different. Thanks to Zombiesdontrun, I picked up The Dillinger Escape Plan's Miss Machine, which is maybe(fuck, probably) the best heavy album I've ever heard. Thanks to darthspielberg, I've rediscovered my love of film scores. Thanks to Aislin... Wow, actually, she's never exposed me to anything, just merely been awesome.
But the list goes on, like a road winding into the mist. Anyway, I'm happy. I could be happier, but I'm as whole as a person can be without the chemical reactions of "love" rattling and shooting around. I've got enough I can appreciate.
Now, I bring you sock monkeys.
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Apparently "faggot" was on his word-of-the-day calendar. I did ask him if he wanted to "suck my cock", and he never declined the offer. I then told him that he had some issues he needed to deal with, and he left.