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    Saturday Night Open Mic: where you can vent your disgust with the world to me; always listening, here in my Zen Bubble of perfect peace, tolerance and Joy.

    So what's going on with you? Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful. Vent, scream, dance, whisper, jabber like a chimp full of dexies. Thrill me, chill me, fulfil me, creatures of the night.
      CommentAuthorJay Kay
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008

    That, I can do.

    Right now I'm in the middle of a job hunt. I've been using but that really hasn't been doing that well (I'm thinking of just finding every place that's near me and putting an application there). The only thing I've gotten from them so far was an interview for a business called American Income Life Insurance.

    Problem--they called me just as I woke up, and realized that I had some questions for them: what the job was, how much it pays, where I would be working, e.t.c., so I decided to call back. I say I have some questions, the cunt doing the phones puts me on an answering machine. I leave a message. I cosulted my mom, who undoubtedly has more experience in this, and told me that usually the types that don't mention the pay and position are commissioned scams and told me to try again tomorrow.

    The next day, I call again, same thing--straight to an aswering machine. I decide to cancel the interview--I don't have to deal with their bullshit--and call again. This time the cunt picks up the phone, and instantly hangs up again.

    If the actual job world is anything like this, I'm probably going to have a lot of fun when I get my job. Yeesh.
  2.  (2683.3)
    Fast approaching 40 (in just a couple of weeks now) and absolutely fed up with where I am in my life. Stuck in a summer full of tourists and work and family visits with no time to myself, desperately trying to stay awake late into the night to work on my novel. Wishing I had been a bit more focused when I was younger so I wouldn't be in this position now.

    Everything needs to change and soon, before I asplode...
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008 edited
    So what's going on with you?

    Took the day off, basically. (Feels good to say that, even better knowing I actually have the option now). Means a little less pocket change for Chicago, but I've had other things to do this afternoon.

    Vent, scream,
    My mother wishes me to go shopping with her tomorrow.


    Sigh. She's the kind of woman who can spend all day in one store, whereas I get my shit and get the fuck out in 10 minutes or less. I know why she does this - I keep her moving through my "c'mon you've been looking at the same dress for 30 minutes already, let's go."

    Edited - called and canceled. Whew.

    Beyond that - life is good right now. And Chicago is next week. :)
  3.  (2683.5)
    I will be 18 on the 2nd of July.

    Not much of a vent/scream/dance/whisper or a jabber (nice word and sort of freaky since I typed that into Google a while ago) but, there you go.

    Really hoping it thrilled you (more hopefully that it chilled you though), its a good feeling giving someone a park of emotionality (?).
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008 edited
    let me try this again

    this has been a strange week mood wise for me, not bad but also not good just off.

    im starting to get into a broke period, what with yknow EVERYONE dealing with this- im not alone here. ive actually had to miss some shows in the past few weeks and im not pleased AT ALL- thats something i just dont do. and yes, i can get in for free if its a necessity, but i hate asking all the time...whatever. i have band practice in a few hours and before that i think im going to look at puppies and/or kittens with the lady. this is two sided, because i love kittens but i cant stand leaving them all there to be adopted by possible dipshits and assholes. knowing that their lives could go either way and i cant ever know or help is so depressing. its the same reason why i always turn down her efforts to get me to volunteer- i would love to help animals but it would also feel like this depressing chore after i did it. ack.

    night grilling tonight, pork chops for me and steaks for others. night grilling is relaxing, and its too goddamn hot in phx (116?!) to do it during the day.
    nice quiet weekend...heres what it feels like in my brain, (the most recent picture of me that i have)

    hungover and broke

    oh!oh!oh! i almost forgot:im missing KUNG FU RICK play dude fest in indiana this weekend, and when i found out that people i know are there, i got PISSSSED. KFR cancelled the few times they were supposed to play phoenix (van trouble and tour bullshit, not like they were dicks or anything) and now only play like once a year. FUCKFUCKFUCK.
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    Due to spawn third offspring/brood in a couple of weeks, so pretty much any time now. I don't deal with births and babies well. Struggling to fit in time to do all the stuff I want to do after all the stuff I have to do - two nights in a row now I've been trying to mix music and found myself asleep on my desk.

    My pet African Land snail has grown to about 20cm long. I want to grow it into the biggest snail in the world. Apparently I have to get another 17cm on its body-length. I shall succeed. I must succeed.
      CommentAuthorGreg SBB!
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    I coped quite well with turning 30, bar getting absolutely wasted on hard liquor.

    This week I finished a short screenplay. It's my first script.

    On Tuesday I'm an invited speaker at a scientific meeting on improving cancer treatment.

    Put like that, life sounds grand...
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008 edited
    Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful.

    Too late. I already twittered at you my monkey sandwich inspired thoughts. I haven't fully recovered from it yet, so I can't return there again right now.

    I am having a weirdly fun time at home this afternoon, writing placements and studying.
    I'm a bit slow on the writing front, mind you, so I think I'll have to just step away from the internet for a while.
    But I like quiet Saturday afternoons.

    Later tonight I plan to become happily drunk.

    I am in Edmonton right now, and so I am wearing a light sweater, but the sun is out so maybe I'll be able to take it off soon....

    I have attempted to braid my hair, but has already mostly fallen back out. Oh well.
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    im sleepy

    work is getting a huge overhaul so i'm pulling epic length shifts. i just had broccoli and stilton soup and now i'm off to bed to watch animated batman

    glastonbury on wednesday !
    • CommentAuthorcjtremlett
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    I seem to be allergic to wine. Or something in some wines. Or said allergy/sensitivity is getting worse. There is no way in hell that the little I drank Wednesday night could have made me as sick as I was Thursday morning otherwise. Grrr.

    Hell, I prefer beer or mixed drinks anyway. It's not a huge loss. I think I like the idea of drinking wine more than I've ever liked drinking wine. Beer, though? I genuinely love beer and know what I like and what I don't like. Rather than playing guessing games with a wine list. That beer is pale? Chances are I'm not going to like it. That beer is a darker shade? That one, I'll try and probably like. That beer looks like motor oil? Gimme! Lots!

    I don't know if that counts as a rant. The bad reaction threw off my Thursday, and I've been catching up on stuff I should have gotten done on Thursday. If that's the worst thing that happened, I reckon I'm in pretty good shape.

    I will pout about not being able to go to Chicago and see Warren, though.
    • CommentAuthorAnanzitusq
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    I've taken my disgust and vitriol for suburban life and my hometown, condensed the bordem of it all, into a novel. Well, once I finish writing the blasted thing it'll be a novel. My baby (because that is exactly what it is, a filthy, screaming, annoying little fucker.) is thankfully working with me lately, and I hope to get a decent chunk written and proofed in time to submit it as a writing sample for Grad-school applications in the fall. I'm spending all of my free time either actually writing, working at the mall, or reading from my personal library.

    My nerves are shot from having parents with medical disabilites, grad school crunch time looming, my last two semesters of college, a mall job that is equal to being an indentured servant, and my own particular emotional complexes.

    I could use a pint.

    or three.
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    Thought I was going to spend the week on holiday but after spending time in a Wiltshire field waiting for the, apparently non-existent, sun to come up I've decided that I have too much 'stuff' to do, and the things rattling around my brain meant that I couldn't relax.

    So I came home early.

    The good side of this is that this holiday was a barrier for me - plenty of things which I planned to do after it, which I can now move forward.

    And I've got to confess I did like this weeks episode of Dr Who, even though it was written by RTD.

    This may just mean that my brain got soggy at some point.
      CommentAuthorJeff Owens
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    I feel like I am constantly struggling to break out of the patterns of my life and, more importantly, my mental processes. Not that my life is really that fucked, and I don't struggle in comparison to the life that many lead, I just have a lot of really fucking stupid thoughts and behavior. That is all.
    • CommentAuthorVerissimus
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    When things go wrong and will not come right,
    Though you do the best you can,
    When life looks black as the hour of night -

    ---Flann O'Brien, At swim-two-birds

    I need to get away from all the mire, go wandering somewhere. Options are: a) Spain, perhaps Salamanca or Toledo b) Krakow c) hiking in Scotland, or the Lake district (have never been to the British isles and I think it's about time)

    I really need to clear my mind. I don't seem to be able to concentrate on getting anything done these days.
    • CommentAuthorchris g
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    Hmm, well the guys at the car dealer are assholes because mum had a leased car for 5 years, and we paid the bill on time that entire time. Now we want a payout so we can just own it already, but they keep bullshitting with us and asking for more an more fucking documents. They really are dedicated to arse-eeling people. Hopefully tonight is the end of these bullshit trips to that dealership. It's like a fucking hassle just to get re-financed after being loyal customers, and yet they'll give cars to any other fuck without any documents/statements of anything....I know in my head it's discrimination cuz mom's female and because she probably makes more $ than those dealership twats. I don't even know but yeah, I trust my b.s. detector when jagoffs like these keep stalling for the most trivial shit.

    And it's plain fucking roasting here in L.A., I just wanna die. But first I gotta get paid so I can have new comics. I wanna sit on a block of ice.

    I should protest Bill Hicks style and wear my fucking coat. Nah.
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008 edited
    Attended some excellent shows recently: Firewater last Sunday and the French progrock Morglbl Trio Wednesday.
    Replaced my car this week, first car I've bought this millenium.
    Recently had an acquaintance whose opinion I generally respect say I gave off a really strong Trickster archetype vibe to them, which threw me a bit. I *never* get told that. Hades or related, sure, all the time. But Trickster?
    Played ambient soundscapes at a show last night, got some unexpected compliments.
    Spent the morning recording scorpions for a music project. Need raw material to process.
    scorpmic scorpcontactmic
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008 edited
    three things needed to be accomplished for us to be able to stay in Japan: a job that would sponsor a work visa, the getting of said visa, and a new apartment. I've accomplished two of the three. the last one, the actual acquisition of the visa, is likely to be the easiest, yet I don't feel relaxed or at ease. I have to keep reminding myself that I almost never feel relaxed, and that it's probably got little to do with anything based in reality.

    I hate the body I'm living in right now. stress always makes me think it's OK to eat more and skip exercise. I feel like I'm so put-upon by life that whatever will get me through the rest of the day is justified (a sweet roll here, a Starbucks frappucino there). the problem is that I don't know when this stress is going to lessen, and if I stop treating myself with food rewards, I don't know what's going to get me through my days. but I hate the body I'm living in right now. at least I've started going back to the gym... when I have time... but they're not usually open during the few remaining hours that I have free. but I'm trying, goddamnit.
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    @steveburnett - Oooh! I always like seeing what you're up to. I'm keen to hear how the scorpion sounds get processed.
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    @Vanessa-light sweaters should be banned on whitechapel