Well I reached out to 3 new women last night. One of them is drop dead smoking. She went to Wisconsin and is blonde. I’m a sucker for blondes. One of them got back to me. She seems really nice. She might be a little big. But as Spinal Tap says, “The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin.” I’m totally drawing a blank on other women that were in the picture. I think they’re pretty much all gone. One punk girl was sorta hanging on, I told her let’s switch to e-mail, she sent me an e-mail, I replied, and that was it. Whatever.
I met with the guys from Red Tape Theatre. I had a suspicion that I would attend the meeting and walk away without really knowing what the duties of a board member actually entail, that suspicion was confirmed. I guess they meet quarterly, talk money, talk about the projects, talk about direction, that’s about it. I don’t think there really is a set list of duties for board members. The guys were really cool. It was fun to hear them talk about the theater because they had so much passion for it. It’s exciting. I love the theater. It is a love that kind of went dormant, but when I was in New York I saw a couple of shows and it reminded me of how much I like it. I am pretty sure I could be a board member if I choose to be. I think I’ll probably do it. I really feel like it’s something I should consider. I feel like it could open up some doors and teach me about myself. I also might get laid by dropping the fact that I’m on the Red Tape Theater board. It can’t hurt.
It was really weird yesterday. I wrote about an elephant in the room. Brendan from Bad Sandwich Chronicles used the same line in his blog. That’s fucked up. Usually people say there’s a gorilla in the room. I said elephant, he said elephant. Maybe people say elephant too and it’s not that weird. On the subject of the elephant. I was talking to my buddy Nick, the member of the ensemble who got me to consider becoming a board member. I was telling him about the practice last night, joking with him and laughing about the people. As I reflected on the moment and how people really like me, I realized that I’m pretty kick ass. If people don’t see that right away and want to be around that, then fuck em.
Speaking of the band. J/K, they’re cool. So I got there and I could hear them playing. I rang the doorbell and walked in. The dude was coming up to get the door and there I was in the dark. I scared the shit out of him. Nice first impression. He is a cool dude, we’ll call him Ken. Ken lives alone in a house about 2 minutes from my parents, perfect. It’s just him because he’s going through a divorce, the house is on the market. That’s going to be the practice spot. It’s really a quirky little house, cool though. I dunno what Ken’s deal is, but he’s got a BMW z4 in the garage. He said he was a high school teacher. He had shaggy hair and tattoos, I’m guessing he might have some trouble with the co-eds. The guys all came up and helped me bring my stuff down. I found a spot and set up. For our first song together, we decided to play Lucky man by the verve. I was nervous, I’m used to punk. I don’t know Lucky man well, the first time I heard it was like a week ago and maybe I’ve listened to it 4 times since then. We get going and I guess I was driving it a little hard. I guess I should’ve known by the fact that the singer couldn’t keep up. Finally one dude, we’ll call him Barney, stops it and starts getting on me (in a nice way) about the tempo, which I don’t like. I said I don’t know the song that well. He said, I can help you out. So he got this drum machine pedal going and it was totally annoying. I played along with it and thankfully we moved on to another song. Just Like Heaven. I’ve heard this song a million times, I know it, although I don’t have the crashes quite down yet. We played it and all the guys had boners. They thought we nailed it even though we didn’t. At least we didn’t have that damn click-track thing going. We never got that going again, which is good. Next we played Fake plastic trees. This is a good one cuz it starts slow and crescendos. It really lets us just jam, there’s no way to screw it up, it’s too simple. This song sounded good too and I think the guys were starting to realize that I can play. I wanted to play Where is my mind, they didn’t know it yet. We did play Just Like honey. That needs some work. We played a little of Pictures of you, that’s pretty easy and the drum is the same for the whole thing. I wish I had the little bells thing that is used in that song. I also wish I had the rattlesnake thing for Reptile, I might actually buy that. We also rocked I am the resurrection, Everyday is like Sunday, with or without you and a bastardized version of Sunday Bloody Sunday. It was really cool. The guys were cool. The guy that complained about the tempo, Barney. Barney is a little annoying. He talks about how he’s not good, which is rather pointless. We’re all good enough to play the songs. We don’t have to be much better. We’ll get better. Then Barney will be a total stickler about tempo and stuff. Weird. The other guy, Kyle (he looks like Kyle Gass a little), he’s probably the best musician, he also sings and does a pretty solid job of it. Kyle seemed cool and relaxed, then he came out with this gem, “My last band broke up because I was too much of a dick to everybody.” Not exactly the right thing to come out with at the first practice. We ended the jam and people started talking about what kind of band we wanted to be. Well I have a total vision for this band. We should be called 120 minutes. Have 3 1-hour sets of classic alternative tunes, and play at suburban bars. These guys seemed pretty adamant that they wanted to write some originals and eventually be all original. We’ll see how that goes.
At the end of the practice, the doorbell rings and someone comes in. It was definitely a woman, and she sounded young. The guys were packing up and I didn’t have to pack cuz I was just leaving everything. I go upstairs to see what’s up. Ken is talking to this girl (woman) that looked like a girl. She was short. She may have come from gymnastics practice. She had a jogging type bra on and some kind of bikini type bottoms and then gym shoes. She was ripped. She had to have been like 2% body fat. I almost got a boner just standing there. She was blonde, little, ripped, apparently a gymnast. Where do I sign up. I gotta do a match search for gymnastics. I’m guessing she was Ken’s girl. You go Ken!
I’m just about out of here. I have a short day today. Top secret. Then I’m off to ND tomorrow for the game. I’m pretty geeked about that. Although my dad informed me that we are leaving at 630 am tomorrow. I won’t even have time to work out. What can you do? Everybody have a good labor day weekend, and if you get a chance, rock out.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Oh you love it
Well Kurdt pulled himself out of the vicious spiral. He seems pretty ok. I’m almost done with the book, so he must have a horrible relapse. He wrote a really nice note to his dad about how he doesn’t hate him, and he also wrote a really interesting love note to Courtney Love. He’s working on In Utero (geez did I have to wrack my brain to come up with that title) and he seems pretty into it. Something’s got to give though. Only 50 pages left. Quick read, I wouldn’t recommend it unless you are really into Nirvana.
Big practice with the band tonight. I had the kids last night and got home late. I just wanted to crash but I had to break down my drums and load them into the car. Good times. It wasn’t too bad. I’m a little worried cuz I packed my drums in the car and then drove it to park by the train. I hope I don’t come back to smashed windows and no drums. That would suck major balls. I also have the meeting today with the guys from Red Tape Theater. It should be good. I think the guy from work who is in the theater is gonna go, and another guy at work who is interested in being a bored member. Using bored instead of board is a Cobain thing. He does it all the time and you would think it’s clever, but it’s really annoying. The guy is obviously intelligent, but his grammar is not the best, you have to wonder if he’s trying to pull a cute pun, or if he just effed up. Hopefully I’ll have lots to report tomorrow. I was thinking about it this morning and it will be cool to hang out with these dudes and jam. There is always something to be gained from meeting new people and sharing information. I’m fired up. Should be a blast. Rock is good. I’m ready to rock out.
I guess I shouldn’t pretend like there isn’t an elephant in the room. I’m not quite over that thing with the girl. I’m really getting there though. It’s funny how the mind works and how it heals itself. I’ve been thinking about this a lot of different ways. At the very basic level, we were not compatible. She is a vegetarian, into languages, into world travel, very active, ran a half marathon (and put up a very good time), young, beautiful, successful?, mother of 2 young kids, seemingly pretty serious, foodie?, likes to cook, she might like to camp, don’t know if she likes animals, etc. She’s also going through a divorce just like me, so there’s that, she just started a new job. I’m not really buying that she didn’t have time to communicate, she just didn’t want to. I think that’s pretty obvious from the choice she made on Sunday. I’m not gonna say that I didn’t fuck it up, but she could’ve understood my frustration and said “hang in there we’ll talk soon.” She took the out because she wanted it. Maybe she does like me, but she def wanted to simplify. So I was thinking last night about writing her a serious goodbye, I just basically tossed out a “ThX, good luck with everything” final comment cuz I was pissed that she dissed me. As I was thinking about what I would say, part of it went something like this “I just wanted someone to share things with” and I was going to go into a list of things over the last month that I would have shared with her if she was remotely accessible or communicative. It was a long list. Then it dawned on me, she doesn’t want to share things with me, and she doesn’t want me to share things with her. I should just find someone who wants to share things. If the person I find wants to share her stevens, that’s fine too. As far as the goodbye goes, I don’t have anything to say. I was also gonna mention that I have tix to see The National at the Riv. I got the tix cuz she’s really into the National. Now it’s sold out. I dunno. It might be a good idea to leave it a few weeks and then text her to see if you would want to go to the National just as buds or something. I can’t decide. Or I could sell the tix for twice face and go to the boats.
Lotsa steeuff going on. I’m going to the ND game on Sat which should be fun. Kinda bummed to miss M’s opener, but we might get our dicks slapped by UConn, so I’m probably not missing much. I’ve got other things going on that are top secret. If I have news, you’ll hear it. The boys play their first football games on Sunday. That should be fun. I dunno what else. That’s it.
Big practice with the band tonight. I had the kids last night and got home late. I just wanted to crash but I had to break down my drums and load them into the car. Good times. It wasn’t too bad. I’m a little worried cuz I packed my drums in the car and then drove it to park by the train. I hope I don’t come back to smashed windows and no drums. That would suck major balls. I also have the meeting today with the guys from Red Tape Theater. It should be good. I think the guy from work who is in the theater is gonna go, and another guy at work who is interested in being a bored member. Using bored instead of board is a Cobain thing. He does it all the time and you would think it’s clever, but it’s really annoying. The guy is obviously intelligent, but his grammar is not the best, you have to wonder if he’s trying to pull a cute pun, or if he just effed up. Hopefully I’ll have lots to report tomorrow. I was thinking about it this morning and it will be cool to hang out with these dudes and jam. There is always something to be gained from meeting new people and sharing information. I’m fired up. Should be a blast. Rock is good. I’m ready to rock out.
I guess I shouldn’t pretend like there isn’t an elephant in the room. I’m not quite over that thing with the girl. I’m really getting there though. It’s funny how the mind works and how it heals itself. I’ve been thinking about this a lot of different ways. At the very basic level, we were not compatible. She is a vegetarian, into languages, into world travel, very active, ran a half marathon (and put up a very good time), young, beautiful, successful?, mother of 2 young kids, seemingly pretty serious, foodie?, likes to cook, she might like to camp, don’t know if she likes animals, etc. She’s also going through a divorce just like me, so there’s that, she just started a new job. I’m not really buying that she didn’t have time to communicate, she just didn’t want to. I think that’s pretty obvious from the choice she made on Sunday. I’m not gonna say that I didn’t fuck it up, but she could’ve understood my frustration and said “hang in there we’ll talk soon.” She took the out because she wanted it. Maybe she does like me, but she def wanted to simplify. So I was thinking last night about writing her a serious goodbye, I just basically tossed out a “ThX, good luck with everything” final comment cuz I was pissed that she dissed me. As I was thinking about what I would say, part of it went something like this “I just wanted someone to share things with” and I was going to go into a list of things over the last month that I would have shared with her if she was remotely accessible or communicative. It was a long list. Then it dawned on me, she doesn’t want to share things with me, and she doesn’t want me to share things with her. I should just find someone who wants to share things. If the person I find wants to share her stevens, that’s fine too. As far as the goodbye goes, I don’t have anything to say. I was also gonna mention that I have tix to see The National at the Riv. I got the tix cuz she’s really into the National. Now it’s sold out. I dunno. It might be a good idea to leave it a few weeks and then text her to see if you would want to go to the National just as buds or something. I can’t decide. Or I could sell the tix for twice face and go to the boats.
Lotsa steeuff going on. I’m going to the ND game on Sat which should be fun. Kinda bummed to miss M’s opener, but we might get our dicks slapped by UConn, so I’m probably not missing much. I’ve got other things going on that are top secret. If I have news, you’ll hear it. The boys play their first football games on Sunday. That should be fun. I dunno what else. That’s it.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Two blogs for the price of 1
The poker is no longer red hot. I still feel a little shitty, but way better than I felt yesterday. I got a great night’s sleep, so that helped. Well I fell asleep around 930 and I woke up at 3. Obviously I was thinking about that girl, and then I got this idea of writing her a text and saying sorry. The more I thought about it, the more I had to do it. So I grabbed my cell and wrote this long text. I didn’t send it though, sending a text at 3 am, she’d prolly call the cops. Anyhoo, I don’t think I’m gonna send it. I really don’t feel like I have anything to apologize for. I feel like I was the one who was being mistreated, strung along, etc. I just don’t believe that she was so busy that she couldn’t drop me a text or a call and check in. Any woman who was remotely interested, would have. We went on a date and haven’t spoken since. That was a month ago. I just don’t think there’s anything there, and what was there kinda got squashed by all the stuff we’ve been going through. I might as well share the text with you all, cuz I don’t think I’m going to send it.
M:
Can you forgive me one late-night ill-conceived text? All I’m guilty of is wanting to talk to you. I’m sorry I put you on the spot like that. It was immature. I was just trying to gauge your interest. Probably not wise to do it after drinking rogue ales at a punk show. You nailed it when you said it’s frustrating. The whole crazy mess we are going through is frustrating. I just thought we could help each other through it. If you can talk sometime, let me know.
J
Pretty pathetic. I still have some self dignity left. I better walk with the smidge that remains and try to rebuild with somebody else. I have a couple of prospects. Just nothing compared to this girl, she is smart and way cute. She’ll make somebody happy, or some other sad sack miserable, I can’t decide which.
I’m kinda torn about the whole thing. I like to take something away from these failures, but I’m not sure what to take away from this one. Dr. Love says (OMG how far have I fallen?) that when a girl is interested she lets you know, and why waste your time with a woman who isn’t interested when you can find one that is. I think that is what my punk show buddy was getting at when he suggested I come clean with her. When I told him that it was over he said “Good, now you can devote that energy to something else.” I was talking to my other buddy and his brother at the wake, they basically took the opposite tack. They thought I should’ve waited it out. Knowing what I know now, I would go back and wait it out. No redos on some of these things though. One thing I would take away and I knew this but my judgment was clouded, no ultimatums. There’s no win with an ultimatum. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. Give a woman an ultimatum and she’ll walk away every time. Tipsy texting, that’s gotta go, unless I know the woman really well. That’s two potentially good matches that got butchered due to texts. When in doubt, don’t send the text.
Today is really hard. I don’t know why. I haven’t lifted in a couple of days and I lifted today. Maybe that threw off my body chemistry. I’m just feeling this sickening sense of loss. I really feel like I majorly fucked up and I’m pretty pissed at myself about it. I’m also reading Curt Kobain’s diary, and that’s not exactly a feel good read. I’m getting to the point where he’s about to off himself. He’s really in a vicious spiral of pain and drugs. I guess he had some kind of stomach ailment that would make him violently ill for extended periods and in intense pain. He was taking drugs to deal with it. He was on heroine and had to kick a couple of times. Courtney was involved too. I’m thinking that Courtney kinda pushed him into the grave. I hate to say it, but I don’t think she was the right person for him. He definitely had mental issues and throw drugs and alcohol in there and it’s a recipe for disaster.
I’ve got so much crazy stuff going on in my life right now. It’s really a mess. I got an e-mail yesterday from the old punk band that threw me out and wanted to go on tour. I think I mentioned that in a previous blog. Now they want me to play drums with them at this Tea Party event up in BFE somewhere. It’s on Sunday the 12th. I have the kids, so it doesn’t line up. If I didn’t have the kids, I’d probably do it. There’s really no risk. If I suck, then who cares? I practiced the songs for my new band last night. We have a practice tomorrow night and I don’t think I’m going to be able to practice again before then. The songs are really good. Where is my mind, Fake Plastic Trees, Where the streets have no name, Pictures of you. I was only going to go through half the songs, and I ended up going through all of them. I basically played the drums straight through for an hour. That’s a good way to blow off some steam. The songs are not easy, and there are only a few that allow for some rest. In the past, I would’ve needed a nap after Streets, and now I can just roll with it. I guess I’m getting into pretty good shape. Running and lifting, it’s carrying over into other areas, which is cool.
Tomorrow I’ve got the meeting with the guys from Red Tape Theatre. That should be cool. I’m curious to hear what they have to say. Then I have to run and get to band practice by 8. I think the other guys are meeting at 6. Which is kinda weird. I guess I’ll be there at 6 next Thursday. So tomorrow is going to be busy and then I’m going to the ND game this Saturday, so that should be fun. I’m going to miss M though, which kinda stinks. I’ll have to DVR the M Game. I’ll be at the M game the next week though cuz they are playing ND. Rock on. That should be fun. That’s about it. I’m just not inspired today.
M:
Can you forgive me one late-night ill-conceived text? All I’m guilty of is wanting to talk to you. I’m sorry I put you on the spot like that. It was immature. I was just trying to gauge your interest. Probably not wise to do it after drinking rogue ales at a punk show. You nailed it when you said it’s frustrating. The whole crazy mess we are going through is frustrating. I just thought we could help each other through it. If you can talk sometime, let me know.
J
Pretty pathetic. I still have some self dignity left. I better walk with the smidge that remains and try to rebuild with somebody else. I have a couple of prospects. Just nothing compared to this girl, she is smart and way cute. She’ll make somebody happy, or some other sad sack miserable, I can’t decide which.
I’m kinda torn about the whole thing. I like to take something away from these failures, but I’m not sure what to take away from this one. Dr. Love says (OMG how far have I fallen?) that when a girl is interested she lets you know, and why waste your time with a woman who isn’t interested when you can find one that is. I think that is what my punk show buddy was getting at when he suggested I come clean with her. When I told him that it was over he said “Good, now you can devote that energy to something else.” I was talking to my other buddy and his brother at the wake, they basically took the opposite tack. They thought I should’ve waited it out. Knowing what I know now, I would go back and wait it out. No redos on some of these things though. One thing I would take away and I knew this but my judgment was clouded, no ultimatums. There’s no win with an ultimatum. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. Give a woman an ultimatum and she’ll walk away every time. Tipsy texting, that’s gotta go, unless I know the woman really well. That’s two potentially good matches that got butchered due to texts. When in doubt, don’t send the text.
Today is really hard. I don’t know why. I haven’t lifted in a couple of days and I lifted today. Maybe that threw off my body chemistry. I’m just feeling this sickening sense of loss. I really feel like I majorly fucked up and I’m pretty pissed at myself about it. I’m also reading Curt Kobain’s diary, and that’s not exactly a feel good read. I’m getting to the point where he’s about to off himself. He’s really in a vicious spiral of pain and drugs. I guess he had some kind of stomach ailment that would make him violently ill for extended periods and in intense pain. He was taking drugs to deal with it. He was on heroine and had to kick a couple of times. Courtney was involved too. I’m thinking that Courtney kinda pushed him into the grave. I hate to say it, but I don’t think she was the right person for him. He definitely had mental issues and throw drugs and alcohol in there and it’s a recipe for disaster.
I’ve got so much crazy stuff going on in my life right now. It’s really a mess. I got an e-mail yesterday from the old punk band that threw me out and wanted to go on tour. I think I mentioned that in a previous blog. Now they want me to play drums with them at this Tea Party event up in BFE somewhere. It’s on Sunday the 12th. I have the kids, so it doesn’t line up. If I didn’t have the kids, I’d probably do it. There’s really no risk. If I suck, then who cares? I practiced the songs for my new band last night. We have a practice tomorrow night and I don’t think I’m going to be able to practice again before then. The songs are really good. Where is my mind, Fake Plastic Trees, Where the streets have no name, Pictures of you. I was only going to go through half the songs, and I ended up going through all of them. I basically played the drums straight through for an hour. That’s a good way to blow off some steam. The songs are not easy, and there are only a few that allow for some rest. In the past, I would’ve needed a nap after Streets, and now I can just roll with it. I guess I’m getting into pretty good shape. Running and lifting, it’s carrying over into other areas, which is cool.
Tomorrow I’ve got the meeting with the guys from Red Tape Theatre. That should be cool. I’m curious to hear what they have to say. Then I have to run and get to band practice by 8. I think the other guys are meeting at 6. Which is kinda weird. I guess I’ll be there at 6 next Thursday. So tomorrow is going to be busy and then I’m going to the ND game this Saturday, so that should be fun. I’m going to miss M though, which kinda stinks. I’ll have to DVR the M Game. I’ll be at the M game the next week though cuz they are playing ND. Rock on. That should be fun. That’s about it. I’m just not inspired today.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sad Boy
I kinda feel like I got a red hot poker jammed in my stomach. I fucking nuked that relationship I had going and I’m sorta bummed about it. I dunno. I went to a show last night. Teenage Bottlerocket. It was pretty good. I was hanging with my buddy and we were talking. We got to talking about this girl and I brought him up to speed on it. I guess I was just getting frustrated. The last time I talked to her was a month ago. Since then we’ve just exchanged random texts that usually end with me sending one and not receiving one. I hate to be a needy little girl, but I definitely needed more communication. My bud and I were talking about it and he was just like, come clean with her. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. My original plan was just to wait it out. That just doesn’t fit with my personality. I just wanted to be honest with her. It probably wasn’t the best idea to send a text at 1130 on a Sunday night. I just figured it was as good a time as any. I basically just said that the “one text every two weeks situation wasn’t working for me.” I told her that if it doesn’t work for her, then let’s talk more. Or if she just wants to call it a day, let’s just do that. I’ve been fighting the urge to give her the out, because I really didn’t want her to take it. She took it. She basically responded that she has been busy with her divorce, two kids, new job, etc., and that she wishes me all the best. The funny thing is, I didn’t have to wait 3 days to get the response, I got it almost immediately. I was hoping for “let’s talk this week,” but I think I set myself up, and now I just have to accept the fact that I nuked the thing.
Teenage bottlerocket was pretty good. They remind me of the methadones a lot, except that they’re not the methadones which is kind of a bummer. I’d rather see the methadones. The show was at this place called Subterranean. I’ve never been there. Upon arrival, we walked into the vestibule and the music was emanating from the upstairs. I guess Subterranean is a bit of a misnomer, we ascended the stairs and entered the rock area. The place was pretty tiny. I guess it’s a little bigger than the beat kitchen. I wouldn’t say it could hold more than 200 people. I could be wrong there. They have an upstairs area where you can look over the balcony and see the band. We were like 5 feet from the stage and we really didn’t need any better vantage point, our spot was pretty sweet. There were some pretty cool looking punks there. Not really real punks, more posers, but they were getting pretty rowdy. There was a nice mosh pit going. My buddy got in there and mixed it up. I really didn’t. I’m sure I would own right now, I’m in pretty solid shape. I just wasn’t up for it. Some guy was getting rambunctious next to me, so I started pushing him. Then he grabbed me and we started jumping around and smashing into people. I let go and let him get enveloped by the mosh and that was that, I went back to my chill position. I guess Neil from the Lawrence arms was playing drums for TB cuz their drummer had a broken hand. I really couldn’t tell that the drummer was switching and I have no idea what Neil looks like, so I didn’t know until they announced it. That’s pretty cool that he can just sit in and play with about anybody and any time. I’m guessing he’s a TB fan or friend and knows the songs, which would help. Neil also played drums on the Noise by Numbers album.
I’ve got a crazy busy week this week, which is good I guess. I’ll be really glad to get some sleep tonight. I haven’t slept more than 5 hours in the last two days. The A/C is out and it’s like a million degrees in my room. I slept w just a sheet over me last night and I was a sweaty mess. I’m pretty worn down right now, I worked out yesterday morning, then I took the boys for a run. When the boys were done running, I went on another mile or so and I think I put in about 3 miles. Then we went golfing in the afternoon. I was just dying in the heat. Throw the show in there and I’m basically totally spent right now. Today I have the kids and I have to go to a wake tonight. Then tomorrow I’ve got this management training thing at work til 7. Wednesday I have the kids. Thursday I’m meeting with the guys from Red Tape Theatre, then I think I have practice with the new band. I’m nowhere near ready to play the new songs. I haven’t practiced. I gotta try to work in some practice this week. I also need to work out and sleep. I’d like to get a couple of runs in there too. Crazy times.
Teenage bottlerocket was pretty good. They remind me of the methadones a lot, except that they’re not the methadones which is kind of a bummer. I’d rather see the methadones. The show was at this place called Subterranean. I’ve never been there. Upon arrival, we walked into the vestibule and the music was emanating from the upstairs. I guess Subterranean is a bit of a misnomer, we ascended the stairs and entered the rock area. The place was pretty tiny. I guess it’s a little bigger than the beat kitchen. I wouldn’t say it could hold more than 200 people. I could be wrong there. They have an upstairs area where you can look over the balcony and see the band. We were like 5 feet from the stage and we really didn’t need any better vantage point, our spot was pretty sweet. There were some pretty cool looking punks there. Not really real punks, more posers, but they were getting pretty rowdy. There was a nice mosh pit going. My buddy got in there and mixed it up. I really didn’t. I’m sure I would own right now, I’m in pretty solid shape. I just wasn’t up for it. Some guy was getting rambunctious next to me, so I started pushing him. Then he grabbed me and we started jumping around and smashing into people. I let go and let him get enveloped by the mosh and that was that, I went back to my chill position. I guess Neil from the Lawrence arms was playing drums for TB cuz their drummer had a broken hand. I really couldn’t tell that the drummer was switching and I have no idea what Neil looks like, so I didn’t know until they announced it. That’s pretty cool that he can just sit in and play with about anybody and any time. I’m guessing he’s a TB fan or friend and knows the songs, which would help. Neil also played drums on the Noise by Numbers album.
I’ve got a crazy busy week this week, which is good I guess. I’ll be really glad to get some sleep tonight. I haven’t slept more than 5 hours in the last two days. The A/C is out and it’s like a million degrees in my room. I slept w just a sheet over me last night and I was a sweaty mess. I’m pretty worn down right now, I worked out yesterday morning, then I took the boys for a run. When the boys were done running, I went on another mile or so and I think I put in about 3 miles. Then we went golfing in the afternoon. I was just dying in the heat. Throw the show in there and I’m basically totally spent right now. Today I have the kids and I have to go to a wake tonight. Then tomorrow I’ve got this management training thing at work til 7. Wednesday I have the kids. Thursday I’m meeting with the guys from Red Tape Theatre, then I think I have practice with the new band. I’m nowhere near ready to play the new songs. I haven’t practiced. I gotta try to work in some practice this week. I also need to work out and sleep. I’d like to get a couple of runs in there too. Crazy times.
Friday, August 27, 2010
I have no idea
I’m being semi-stalked by this girl on Match. I dunno. It’s like she gave me the dis (at Interpol like I said), then a day later she checked out my profile. I figured she was just taking one last look at the gorgeous hunk of man that she let slip through her fingers. Then today, almost two weeks later, she checks out my profile again. I’m def not going to check out her profile. I wasn’t that broken up about her moving on, and I don’t have much desire to rekindle it. I did think about it this morning which is a little weird from an esp standpoint. I was thinking about her. I was just thinking that maybe she was really waiting for me to call all weekend and then when I didn’t call til Sunday, she was probably pretty cheesed. I told her I had the kids, and it was Beauty and the Beast weekend. I was literally running all over the place for the entire weekend. There was nothing I could do. It’s tough. I’d like to at least meet up with the punk rock woman, and I can’t find a free minute. It’s crazy. I have the kids Monday and Wednesday, and then I have management training, and that will go late next Tuesday. I have something going next Thursday and I will mention that later. I think I also have practice next Thursday, so that means all weekend I’ll be playing the drums, when I’m not carting the kids all over town for football. It’s tough. Then I have Teenage bottlerocket on Sunday.
I have to touch on a topic here and I think it is fairly well established. There are dudes, friends that I hang out with, that are very good looking guys. In my opinion, hanging out with them sorta raises my stature in the eyes of any ladies who might be around. It’s like very good looking guy, pretty good looking guy with him, it sort of legitimizes you in a way. I’m not saying that I need to be legitimized (but I don’t think it hurts), I’m just saying that by association, you get raised up a notch. I have to ask a woman if this concept is sound, or if it’s irrelevant. It works for girls. A decent looking girl will get more looks if she is with a hot friend. It’s like you’ll check out the hottie and say “She’s out of my league…but her friend…” I can see that happening. The other thing about these dudes is that they are married, so they are off the market. They are perfect wingmen. This is an established concept, the wingman; it doesn’t hurt if your wingman is a good looking dude. That definitely helps. That’s all I’m saying. I think my buddy who balks at the idea of being legitimized is just interpreting it the wrong way. I’m not saying without them that we’re illegitimate, or that we don’t have a chance, I’m just saying that with them, we have a better chance. So anyway, yesterday I saw one of the guys walking down the sidewalk, so I stopped him for a chat. He had to go, and I was thinking about this concept and how I need to hang with these guys more. As I was thinking about this, I was smiling. I was walking across the street and somebody shouts, “Hey buddy!” It was the other guy who is the perfect wingman. I ran into both of them, randomly, in the span of about 2 minutes. Very odd. So anyway I’m going to see Teenage Bottlerocket with the 2nd guy on Sunday. That should be a blast.
Next Thursday I have a very, very important business meeting. This guy at work is in a theater group called Red Tape Theatre. I saw one of their shows and it was really good. The other day, the guy sent around a message that said the Theater was looking for board members. Basically you just attend the meetings, throw out ideas and help out. I really don’t know what you do. So I contacted the guy from the message and I am meeting with him and another dude next Thursday. I am already envisioning how this is going to go. To set the stage: the guys I’m meeting with are Paul and James. We are meeting at a starbucks.
Late Afternoon Starbucks, 3 men sitting on soft chairs.
Me: Thanks for meeting with me guys. I’m really excited about being a member of the Red Tape Theater board.
Paul: No worries dude. Thanks for the interest.
James: I think my latte is decaf.
Me: Ok guys, let’s talk Franchise.
Paul: Franchise?
James: This is definitely Decaf.
Me: You’ve heard of McDonalds right? I’m thinking about taking red tape theater global. We’ll sell Franchises. People will be able to stop in and get a little bit of theater for just a few hard-earned dollars. We’ll have a Shakespeare menu, Mamet, Greek tragedies, it will be a one stop shop. We can even have a happy meal type play for the kids.
Paul: Are you on the level?
Me: Which level? Like Mario Brothers?
James: I love the Wii.
Me: I bet you do.
Paul: I don’t like your idea, but I like the fact that you think outside of the box.
James: We abhor box-thinking.
Me: Ok guys, that was just an aperitif. Now let’s talk Turkey. Literally. Turkey. We can serve Turkey at the shows. People love Turkey and the L-tryptophan will make them too mellow to complain if the play sucks.
James: Like cold cuts?
Me: James, I’m glad you asked. Not cold cuts, this isn’t some dime store operation, we are going to have fully baked turkeys, just like on Thanksgiving. You come to the show, on the way to your seat you are handed a plate with a slab of fresh-cut Turkey breast on it.
Silence
Me: Your thoughts?
Paul: I’m an actor, and I’m actually speechless.
James: Look at the time. Oh dear me, I do have to run.
Paul: I better go with you. We can share a cab.
Me: So, should I expect a call?
Paul: Don’t call us, we’ll call you.
Me: Ok, cool. I prefer it that way. The ball’s in your court…s. See you.
Sorry about that. I kinda got carried away. I’m not sure how the meeting is going to go, but I really don’t think it’s going to go like the thing I just wrote.
I finally finished Atlas Shrugged. It was a book. It still is. It was a book that I hadn’t read. Now it’s a book that I have read. That’s about all. My walk to work went about 2 minutes quicker today cuz I don’t have the book in my backpack anymore. I started a new book today and I don’t think it’s going to take me 4 months to read like AS did. It’s Curt Cobain’s diary. I’m through about 30 pages and I really like it. It’s a much easier read than AS, and it’s basically photocopied pages right from his journal in sort of a workbook type of format. As you can imagine he has some stories, and it’s difficult to determine how much of the story is actually based in fact, the stories are good though. There’s also a lot of random shit strewn about in the journal, and that stuff is kind of annoying. The cartoons are good. He’s an amazing artist. There’s a picture of Eddy, the mascot of Iron Maiden in there and it has amazing detail. It’s hard for me to believe that Curt actually drew it. I don’t think they would put it in there if he didn’t. From reading the book, you can definitely tell that Curt is a smart guy; it’s weird because he’s so unrefined. His education is limited. I’m guessing he barely got out of high school. He has some very philosophical musings and he often makes cogent, coherent arguments about important topics. Then other times he’s just spewing out meaningless drivel and misspelling words. You really get an interesting glimpse at him and you can learn a lot if you care to.
I could talk about other stuff. I had dinner last night with a friend that I hadn’t seen in a while. I know he is very religious and takes his Christianity very seriously. It was fun and interesting. I think it’s interesting when people are very religious. I wonder what they are thinking and how they interpolate it all into their lives. We did talk a bit about God, Jesus and the Bible. It was funny because he mentioned the song 40, that is based on the Biblical psalm 40. He kept quoting from it and it was interesting. He said it meant a lot to him. I believe it. He did keep going back to a topic that amazingly very few people have mentioned to me, reconciling. He asked me a number of times whether I considered reconciling with my wife. I told him that we both had basically moved on. I think maybe one priest that I went to confession with, other than my friend, mentioned reconciliation. Even Priests were saying, “Ok, it’s over, do the best you can for the kids, try to part amicably.” For a while, every time I went to confession I thought I was going to get “a reconcile with your wife” speech and it never came. That’s weird. None of my friends or family (other than this friend) even consider it an option. Once I explained my reasoning for not reconciling, I think my friend was accepting of it. I dunno. It’s just interesting. Oh well. Big weekend ahead. Lot’s of running around. I’ll have more stories next week.
I have to touch on a topic here and I think it is fairly well established. There are dudes, friends that I hang out with, that are very good looking guys. In my opinion, hanging out with them sorta raises my stature in the eyes of any ladies who might be around. It’s like very good looking guy, pretty good looking guy with him, it sort of legitimizes you in a way. I’m not saying that I need to be legitimized (but I don’t think it hurts), I’m just saying that by association, you get raised up a notch. I have to ask a woman if this concept is sound, or if it’s irrelevant. It works for girls. A decent looking girl will get more looks if she is with a hot friend. It’s like you’ll check out the hottie and say “She’s out of my league…but her friend…” I can see that happening. The other thing about these dudes is that they are married, so they are off the market. They are perfect wingmen. This is an established concept, the wingman; it doesn’t hurt if your wingman is a good looking dude. That definitely helps. That’s all I’m saying. I think my buddy who balks at the idea of being legitimized is just interpreting it the wrong way. I’m not saying without them that we’re illegitimate, or that we don’t have a chance, I’m just saying that with them, we have a better chance. So anyway, yesterday I saw one of the guys walking down the sidewalk, so I stopped him for a chat. He had to go, and I was thinking about this concept and how I need to hang with these guys more. As I was thinking about this, I was smiling. I was walking across the street and somebody shouts, “Hey buddy!” It was the other guy who is the perfect wingman. I ran into both of them, randomly, in the span of about 2 minutes. Very odd. So anyway I’m going to see Teenage Bottlerocket with the 2nd guy on Sunday. That should be a blast.
Next Thursday I have a very, very important business meeting. This guy at work is in a theater group called Red Tape Theatre. I saw one of their shows and it was really good. The other day, the guy sent around a message that said the Theater was looking for board members. Basically you just attend the meetings, throw out ideas and help out. I really don’t know what you do. So I contacted the guy from the message and I am meeting with him and another dude next Thursday. I am already envisioning how this is going to go. To set the stage: the guys I’m meeting with are Paul and James. We are meeting at a starbucks.
Late Afternoon Starbucks, 3 men sitting on soft chairs.
Me: Thanks for meeting with me guys. I’m really excited about being a member of the Red Tape Theater board.
Paul: No worries dude. Thanks for the interest.
James: I think my latte is decaf.
Me: Ok guys, let’s talk Franchise.
Paul: Franchise?
James: This is definitely Decaf.
Me: You’ve heard of McDonalds right? I’m thinking about taking red tape theater global. We’ll sell Franchises. People will be able to stop in and get a little bit of theater for just a few hard-earned dollars. We’ll have a Shakespeare menu, Mamet, Greek tragedies, it will be a one stop shop. We can even have a happy meal type play for the kids.
Paul: Are you on the level?
Me: Which level? Like Mario Brothers?
James: I love the Wii.
Me: I bet you do.
Paul: I don’t like your idea, but I like the fact that you think outside of the box.
James: We abhor box-thinking.
Me: Ok guys, that was just an aperitif. Now let’s talk Turkey. Literally. Turkey. We can serve Turkey at the shows. People love Turkey and the L-tryptophan will make them too mellow to complain if the play sucks.
James: Like cold cuts?
Me: James, I’m glad you asked. Not cold cuts, this isn’t some dime store operation, we are going to have fully baked turkeys, just like on Thanksgiving. You come to the show, on the way to your seat you are handed a plate with a slab of fresh-cut Turkey breast on it.
Silence
Me: Your thoughts?
Paul: I’m an actor, and I’m actually speechless.
James: Look at the time. Oh dear me, I do have to run.
Paul: I better go with you. We can share a cab.
Me: So, should I expect a call?
Paul: Don’t call us, we’ll call you.
Me: Ok, cool. I prefer it that way. The ball’s in your court…s. See you.
Sorry about that. I kinda got carried away. I’m not sure how the meeting is going to go, but I really don’t think it’s going to go like the thing I just wrote.
I finally finished Atlas Shrugged. It was a book. It still is. It was a book that I hadn’t read. Now it’s a book that I have read. That’s about all. My walk to work went about 2 minutes quicker today cuz I don’t have the book in my backpack anymore. I started a new book today and I don’t think it’s going to take me 4 months to read like AS did. It’s Curt Cobain’s diary. I’m through about 30 pages and I really like it. It’s a much easier read than AS, and it’s basically photocopied pages right from his journal in sort of a workbook type of format. As you can imagine he has some stories, and it’s difficult to determine how much of the story is actually based in fact, the stories are good though. There’s also a lot of random shit strewn about in the journal, and that stuff is kind of annoying. The cartoons are good. He’s an amazing artist. There’s a picture of Eddy, the mascot of Iron Maiden in there and it has amazing detail. It’s hard for me to believe that Curt actually drew it. I don’t think they would put it in there if he didn’t. From reading the book, you can definitely tell that Curt is a smart guy; it’s weird because he’s so unrefined. His education is limited. I’m guessing he barely got out of high school. He has some very philosophical musings and he often makes cogent, coherent arguments about important topics. Then other times he’s just spewing out meaningless drivel and misspelling words. You really get an interesting glimpse at him and you can learn a lot if you care to.
I could talk about other stuff. I had dinner last night with a friend that I hadn’t seen in a while. I know he is very religious and takes his Christianity very seriously. It was fun and interesting. I think it’s interesting when people are very religious. I wonder what they are thinking and how they interpolate it all into their lives. We did talk a bit about God, Jesus and the Bible. It was funny because he mentioned the song 40, that is based on the Biblical psalm 40. He kept quoting from it and it was interesting. He said it meant a lot to him. I believe it. He did keep going back to a topic that amazingly very few people have mentioned to me, reconciling. He asked me a number of times whether I considered reconciling with my wife. I told him that we both had basically moved on. I think maybe one priest that I went to confession with, other than my friend, mentioned reconciliation. Even Priests were saying, “Ok, it’s over, do the best you can for the kids, try to part amicably.” For a while, every time I went to confession I thought I was going to get “a reconcile with your wife” speech and it never came. That’s weird. None of my friends or family (other than this friend) even consider it an option. Once I explained my reasoning for not reconciling, I think my friend was accepting of it. I dunno. It’s just interesting. Oh well. Big weekend ahead. Lot’s of running around. I’ll have more stories next week.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
It takes a very steady hand...
I really don’t feel like I have much to say right now. That has never stopped me before though. So here I go. I don’t know if this is embarrassing or what. I guess there is a story here that probably doesn’t need to be told. I’m going to tell it. Back in the day (4 months ago), I was in heavy communication with this girl and we were basically all lined up to bump uglies. She was sending me naked pictures and it was basically a lock. So anyway. I’m talking to her and she’s like, “Yeah, I was hooking up with this guy and I put my hand down his pants, he had like a forest down there, it was a total turn off.” I’m like, “Oh.” I had never trimmed my nether regions. Ever. I saw no need. Everyone I ever hooked with seemed fine with it. It was natural. It was my own personal shower-scrunchi. Well finally the day arrived when I was supposed to go to this girl’s place, so I broke down and weed-whacked my shower scrunchi. It was kind of a bummer, but it was rather nice and breezy as well. As luck would have it, I didn’t make it over to her place, then the whole thing fell apart (I had to diss her) and we never hooked. That was like 3 or 4 months ago when I trimmed back the shrub, and what do you know, it basically had grown back by last weekend. I decided to give it another trim. Last time I used these barber scissors that I had lying around, so I went with that again. Everything was going pretty well. When you trim, you def flirt with danger, especially when you are using scissors. Um yeah. Last time with the scissors. I was just putting the finishing touches on my new ‘do when I snipped myself. It sucked pretty bad. I wasn’t sure what was up, the skin down there is so thin that I thought it was gonna bleed like crazy. It didn’t. I tried putting a band-aid on it, but that really doesn’t work due to the varying stages of shrivel that occur down there. I just basically had to let it go. I wasn’t sure what was up, and I had white undies on. By the end of the day, there were some blood stains in the undies. I put Neosporin on it like crazy, cuz the worst case scenario would be to have it get infected. It scabbed over the next day and was basically back to normal. I think the scab fell off today, so it healed in like 4 days. That’s pretty amazing. That area does get a lot of blood flow though, so maybe that aids the healing process. Yeah. I’m going to have to find a new way to weedwhack my shower scrunchi, that’s for sure.
On to brighter topics. Well not really brighter, but the online dating thing is proving to be a frustrating venture. The one woman I really like, we had a good date, we had some good e-mails, well she really has fallen out of touch. She seems to have a lot of technical problems, with e-mail, phone and text, so basically I have no way to get in touch with her. It’s actually rather comical. She doesn’t answer e-mails, so she def doesn’t have computer access. She has sent me a couple of texts that usually begin “I’m so sorry” and end with a sob story about how one of her devices (cell phone) is not working correctly. As I write this, I realize how much the whole thing strains credulity. I know it really does. I don’t know what my choices are right now. On one hand, I could mentally just give it up and decide that even if she does get in touch, that we’re done. That would be closure. Or I could just chill and when she gets in touch, I can just say “Oh I know you’re busy, I’m busy too, no big deal.” I’m leaning towards that. There’s also the possibility that she never gets a hold of me and that we are done. Well last week I mentioned that I had 5 women in contact with me (not physically unfortunately) and well that number has dwindled. The woman who tried to line me up as a hook-up, she’s gone. No worries. The burlesque dancer never answered my second message to her, she was not a good match anyway. She gone. I had to give one of the punk rockers the diss. She wasn’t really attractive and she wanted me to call her. I just bailed on that. I did exchange messages with the other punk girl, but I haven’t put any time into that, and it’s probably fizzling. Although, I should probably try to line something up with her next week. I got winked at by an African American woman with huge boobs. She’s really cute. I sent her a message, but she didn’t respond. She might not be a match member, either that, or she just wised up. It did say that she was into music in her profile, her one example of this fact, Chicago. That’s pretty awesome. I mean on some level. It’s like if you go through your whole list of favorite artists, you boil it all down to Chicago. Good times.
I’ve got a busy weekend coming up starting tomorrow. The boys have football practice or scrimmages, I don’t know. They’ve got practice tomorrow night and then we are going to the local high school football game. That should be fun. On Saturday we have scrimmages, and then on Sunday I’m going to see Teenage Bottlerocket with my buddy. I’m pretty fired up for that. I don’t know much of TB’s stuff, but what I know I dig, and they def play the style of music I’m into (not really much like Chicago). That’s about it. Keep on rocking.
On to brighter topics. Well not really brighter, but the online dating thing is proving to be a frustrating venture. The one woman I really like, we had a good date, we had some good e-mails, well she really has fallen out of touch. She seems to have a lot of technical problems, with e-mail, phone and text, so basically I have no way to get in touch with her. It’s actually rather comical. She doesn’t answer e-mails, so she def doesn’t have computer access. She has sent me a couple of texts that usually begin “I’m so sorry” and end with a sob story about how one of her devices (cell phone) is not working correctly. As I write this, I realize how much the whole thing strains credulity. I know it really does. I don’t know what my choices are right now. On one hand, I could mentally just give it up and decide that even if she does get in touch, that we’re done. That would be closure. Or I could just chill and when she gets in touch, I can just say “Oh I know you’re busy, I’m busy too, no big deal.” I’m leaning towards that. There’s also the possibility that she never gets a hold of me and that we are done. Well last week I mentioned that I had 5 women in contact with me (not physically unfortunately) and well that number has dwindled. The woman who tried to line me up as a hook-up, she’s gone. No worries. The burlesque dancer never answered my second message to her, she was not a good match anyway. She gone. I had to give one of the punk rockers the diss. She wasn’t really attractive and she wanted me to call her. I just bailed on that. I did exchange messages with the other punk girl, but I haven’t put any time into that, and it’s probably fizzling. Although, I should probably try to line something up with her next week. I got winked at by an African American woman with huge boobs. She’s really cute. I sent her a message, but she didn’t respond. She might not be a match member, either that, or she just wised up. It did say that she was into music in her profile, her one example of this fact, Chicago. That’s pretty awesome. I mean on some level. It’s like if you go through your whole list of favorite artists, you boil it all down to Chicago. Good times.
I’ve got a busy weekend coming up starting tomorrow. The boys have football practice or scrimmages, I don’t know. They’ve got practice tomorrow night and then we are going to the local high school football game. That should be fun. On Saturday we have scrimmages, and then on Sunday I’m going to see Teenage Bottlerocket with my buddy. I’m pretty fired up for that. I don’t know much of TB’s stuff, but what I know I dig, and they def play the style of music I’m into (not really much like Chicago). That’s about it. Keep on rocking.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
A lyrical joyride
On OKCupid, one of the questions is “When you waste a whole day and do nothing, how do you feel?” When I waste a day and do nothing, I feel bad. I have so much stuff to do, writing, hanging with the kids, divorce stuff, work, reading, working out, playing the drums, etc. that wasting a day just doesn’t happen. To me, wasting a day is when I do stuff, but don’t get as much accomplished as I should have. I never have a day when I just do nothing. This last weekend was sorta like that for me though. I did a lot of stuff, but nothing major. I worked out every day. I practiced the drums every day. I also saw a couple of movies. I watched some sports, but it’s hard to watch the Sox implode and I don’t watch preseason football. I do have some interesting tidbits from the weekend, and without further ado, here they are.
Practicing the drums. I dunno what was up with drummers from the 80s/90s, but they loved to ride that hi-hat. I dunno what it’s called and I’m a drummer, but basically both sticks pummeling the hi-hat for the entire song. It’s tough. Throw in “Where the streets have no names” and you’ve got a workout. Ok. I got ahead of myself. I’m sort of in a new band. I say “sort of” because I haven’t practiced with them or met them, but it sounds like we have 4 solid players and we are ready to get this thing going. We have Thursdays mapped out as our practice day and I think we are gonna be practicing in Downers Grove, which is like 5 mins from my house. Much better than Park Forest, which was an hour each way. The other band was more serious, which meant that I was never gonna be an official member cuz I can’t go on tour and all that. I just wasn’t a good fit. This one is more like a hobby and that is perfect for me. So the guy that organized the whole thing put together a list of tunes and we all voted on our first 10 songs to learn for practice. We ended up with 14 songs to practice (over an hour of material). On Friday night I went through half the set, on Sat morning I went through the other half. Then on Sunday, I went for broke and went through the whole set non-stop. No mean feat. These songs are hard. Here’s the setlist:
Just like Honey: The Jesus and Mary Chain
With or Without You: U2
Where the Streets have no names: u2
Where is my mind: The pixies
Bittersweet Symphony: The verve
Lucky Man: The verve
Fake Plastic Trees: Radiohead
Ceremony: Joy Division
New Dawn Fades: Joy Division
I am the resurrection: Stone Roses
Pictures of You: The cure
Just like Heaven: The cure
Reptile: The church
Everyday is like Sunday: Morrissey
I’m not so sure about the Verve, but everything else on here kicks ass, and unfortunately most of the songs are really tough for me to play. That’s what practice is for I guess. I think I’ll get them with practice, but the chances of me screwing up live are like 100%. I don’t really care though. I’m def getting ahead of myself worrying about playing live, we gotta practice first. I’m way geeked about the songs though, and the guys seem cool. I think the band’s name should be 120 Minutes.
I had some time to kill on Saturday, I wanted to go see Sundowner, but that fell through. I ended up doing nothing. Well I knocked out a movie that I have been meaning to watch and was available on On Demand. The Deer Hunter. I had never seen it. This movie is over 3 hours. They don’t make movies like this anymore (some would say that’s a good thing). It was good. It was not a feel good movie, it’s the type of movie where you kinda feel like shit when you are done watching it, but it makes you think. I really wanted someone to talk about it with. I bet there is something online where you can go on and discuss movies. I should check that out, or start it up. I think I could write a 20 page paper on the movie, but right now, I don’t feel like I could do it justice by giving it just a cursory comment. It’s a powerful film and if you don’t like to be challenged by a film, then don’t see it. I had some issues with it, some continuity stuff that I’m surprised they messed up. Other than that, it was pretty amazing. De Niro was awesome, definitely a force to be reckoned with.
I ended up with some free time on Sunday night. I was doing Laundry, so I decided to check out another movie. I felt like I crossed a classic off my list and I wanted to do the same thing again. I searched through On Demand, and all I could come up with was…Yentl. I really thought I was gonna hate Yentl, I told myself that if after the first hour I was into it, I would turn it off. I ended up really liking it. I had no idea it was a musical. The songs were not very catchy. The performances were pretty solid, the story was really good. Some of the situations that Yentl got into really blew my mind. They were just things that I never would’ve thought of. It made me really think about screenwriting. How to create a character that will appeal to a wide audience. Well, you have to create the character, suck the audience in, and then put the character in trying situations with difficult choices. That’s all Yentl was, and it worked.
This crap is all boring though. Not much on the dating tip. All I can say is that I stumbled across this profile. It speaks for itself. I did not contact the person. The profile included a pic of the woman naked except for panties. She had her arms crossed in front of her chest and her face obscured by the camera. I think it’s real. Happy reading. I cut and pasted the profile for your reading pleasure below:
At the end of the Kafka story "A Hunger Artist," the title character confesses that he would have eaten, if only he could have found a food that satisfied him. That line is resonating with me, because I am starving, but lately I have not been able to find a food that satisfies me. Save me from making a performance of renunciation by giving me the food I need.
I need you to take me in hand as soon as we meet, to speak to me in low, even tones, to tell me what you'll do to me, what I'll do for you, to let me know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are alpha animal and I am beta, to hold down my hands as you bring my drink to my lips, to take me in a corner where we hope no one will see and tilt my head back and put your fingers deep in my mouth. I need you to take me to your house and hold me and control me. I need you to hurt me, but I need you to know how to hurt me. I need you to bring me to where too much suddenly isn't. I need to be babied and fed and comforted. And I need to be fucked.
Please.
And please, tell me what you want. I could tell you stories of my past lovers, how hard I've worked for them, how I've pushed myself to give them everything they needed, how loving and accepting I've been. Of course, I can only be that for you if you are that for me. And it all comes with time. First, I need to be fucked.
I don't like the words "slave" and "master"; "master" I will call you if it's what you prefer or demand, but I am no one's slave. I prefer "submissive." I will not pretend that I want nothing but to devote myself to someone who doesn't make me feel well-attended to. I am a hungry pet who'll have a lot of gratitude for the man who feeds me, but I would not describe my motto as "I live to serve." I live for a warm, reciprocal relationship in which both of us get what we need. That said, when inspired, enthralled, or in love, I am a very good girl, and depending on the way our relationship developed, I could be willing to be obedient in many settings, not just in bed.
I'm height weight proportionate, in good physical shape, tallish, size 6, small breasts, strong legs, round ass. I have a lovely face with large eyes and prominent features, a farmer's fair daughter type. Pictures of my face make an excellent case for fucking me, and I will send them if you contact me.
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I’m looking for
· Guys and girls who like bi girls
· Ages 25-46
· Near me
· Who are single
· For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating, casual sex
·
You should message me if
Someone asked me recently what turned me on in a lover, and I said: physical strength; a low, regular voice giving me orders; a warm, animal smell; bravery; the uninhibited expression of love, or at least affection, depending on our relationship; self-control; deep and manifest acceptance of and appreciation for my body and everything it does; rhythm; creativity and a thirst for variety; tenderness; intuition for what's going on in my body and mind without me having to say too much; patience; and of course, intelligence expressed verbally. That last is crucial. You'll use your words to structure our experience; I want to know you can make them transport me.
Practicing the drums. I dunno what was up with drummers from the 80s/90s, but they loved to ride that hi-hat. I dunno what it’s called and I’m a drummer, but basically both sticks pummeling the hi-hat for the entire song. It’s tough. Throw in “Where the streets have no names” and you’ve got a workout. Ok. I got ahead of myself. I’m sort of in a new band. I say “sort of” because I haven’t practiced with them or met them, but it sounds like we have 4 solid players and we are ready to get this thing going. We have Thursdays mapped out as our practice day and I think we are gonna be practicing in Downers Grove, which is like 5 mins from my house. Much better than Park Forest, which was an hour each way. The other band was more serious, which meant that I was never gonna be an official member cuz I can’t go on tour and all that. I just wasn’t a good fit. This one is more like a hobby and that is perfect for me. So the guy that organized the whole thing put together a list of tunes and we all voted on our first 10 songs to learn for practice. We ended up with 14 songs to practice (over an hour of material). On Friday night I went through half the set, on Sat morning I went through the other half. Then on Sunday, I went for broke and went through the whole set non-stop. No mean feat. These songs are hard. Here’s the setlist:
Just like Honey: The Jesus and Mary Chain
With or Without You: U2
Where the Streets have no names: u2
Where is my mind: The pixies
Bittersweet Symphony: The verve
Lucky Man: The verve
Fake Plastic Trees: Radiohead
Ceremony: Joy Division
New Dawn Fades: Joy Division
I am the resurrection: Stone Roses
Pictures of You: The cure
Just like Heaven: The cure
Reptile: The church
Everyday is like Sunday: Morrissey
I’m not so sure about the Verve, but everything else on here kicks ass, and unfortunately most of the songs are really tough for me to play. That’s what practice is for I guess. I think I’ll get them with practice, but the chances of me screwing up live are like 100%. I don’t really care though. I’m def getting ahead of myself worrying about playing live, we gotta practice first. I’m way geeked about the songs though, and the guys seem cool. I think the band’s name should be 120 Minutes.
I had some time to kill on Saturday, I wanted to go see Sundowner, but that fell through. I ended up doing nothing. Well I knocked out a movie that I have been meaning to watch and was available on On Demand. The Deer Hunter. I had never seen it. This movie is over 3 hours. They don’t make movies like this anymore (some would say that’s a good thing). It was good. It was not a feel good movie, it’s the type of movie where you kinda feel like shit when you are done watching it, but it makes you think. I really wanted someone to talk about it with. I bet there is something online where you can go on and discuss movies. I should check that out, or start it up. I think I could write a 20 page paper on the movie, but right now, I don’t feel like I could do it justice by giving it just a cursory comment. It’s a powerful film and if you don’t like to be challenged by a film, then don’t see it. I had some issues with it, some continuity stuff that I’m surprised they messed up. Other than that, it was pretty amazing. De Niro was awesome, definitely a force to be reckoned with.
I ended up with some free time on Sunday night. I was doing Laundry, so I decided to check out another movie. I felt like I crossed a classic off my list and I wanted to do the same thing again. I searched through On Demand, and all I could come up with was…Yentl. I really thought I was gonna hate Yentl, I told myself that if after the first hour I was into it, I would turn it off. I ended up really liking it. I had no idea it was a musical. The songs were not very catchy. The performances were pretty solid, the story was really good. Some of the situations that Yentl got into really blew my mind. They were just things that I never would’ve thought of. It made me really think about screenwriting. How to create a character that will appeal to a wide audience. Well, you have to create the character, suck the audience in, and then put the character in trying situations with difficult choices. That’s all Yentl was, and it worked.
This crap is all boring though. Not much on the dating tip. All I can say is that I stumbled across this profile. It speaks for itself. I did not contact the person. The profile included a pic of the woman naked except for panties. She had her arms crossed in front of her chest and her face obscured by the camera. I think it’s real. Happy reading. I cut and pasted the profile for your reading pleasure below:
At the end of the Kafka story "A Hunger Artist," the title character confesses that he would have eaten, if only he could have found a food that satisfied him. That line is resonating with me, because I am starving, but lately I have not been able to find a food that satisfies me. Save me from making a performance of renunciation by giving me the food I need.
I need you to take me in hand as soon as we meet, to speak to me in low, even tones, to tell me what you'll do to me, what I'll do for you, to let me know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are alpha animal and I am beta, to hold down my hands as you bring my drink to my lips, to take me in a corner where we hope no one will see and tilt my head back and put your fingers deep in my mouth. I need you to take me to your house and hold me and control me. I need you to hurt me, but I need you to know how to hurt me. I need you to bring me to where too much suddenly isn't. I need to be babied and fed and comforted. And I need to be fucked.
Please.
And please, tell me what you want. I could tell you stories of my past lovers, how hard I've worked for them, how I've pushed myself to give them everything they needed, how loving and accepting I've been. Of course, I can only be that for you if you are that for me. And it all comes with time. First, I need to be fucked.
I don't like the words "slave" and "master"; "master" I will call you if it's what you prefer or demand, but I am no one's slave. I prefer "submissive." I will not pretend that I want nothing but to devote myself to someone who doesn't make me feel well-attended to. I am a hungry pet who'll have a lot of gratitude for the man who feeds me, but I would not describe my motto as "I live to serve." I live for a warm, reciprocal relationship in which both of us get what we need. That said, when inspired, enthralled, or in love, I am a very good girl, and depending on the way our relationship developed, I could be willing to be obedient in many settings, not just in bed.
I'm height weight proportionate, in good physical shape, tallish, size 6, small breasts, strong legs, round ass. I have a lovely face with large eyes and prominent features, a farmer's fair daughter type. Pictures of my face make an excellent case for fucking me, and I will send them if you contact me.
Edited by
I’m looking for
· Guys and girls who like bi girls
· Ages 25-46
· Near me
· Who are single
· For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating, casual sex
·
You should message me if
Someone asked me recently what turned me on in a lover, and I said: physical strength; a low, regular voice giving me orders; a warm, animal smell; bravery; the uninhibited expression of love, or at least affection, depending on our relationship; self-control; deep and manifest acceptance of and appreciation for my body and everything it does; rhythm; creativity and a thirst for variety; tenderness; intuition for what's going on in my body and mind without me having to say too much; patience; and of course, intelligence expressed verbally. That last is crucial. You'll use your words to structure our experience; I want to know you can make them transport me.
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