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  1.  (2683.41)
    We have a new kitty - Hope. She's an outdoor cat, and is a bottomless pit of OMFG HUNGRY, as starving kittens are.
    Today she ate a sandwich.
    Including the bread.
    And the greenery.
    We've de-wormed her and de-flea'd her; now we're working on making her less of the skeletal wreck we found her.
    My cat, Fate, is sitting on my lap, purring, being the best cat ever (well, for me).
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    I am a Good Samaritan tonight. I gave my girls a good day and evening and when they were asleep heard my roommate come in. She was a bit wasted and I made her mac and cheese and we traded life stories some more until she was ok to get herself to bed. It was a nice conversation.

    She also told me something dirty:

    She's trying to get this guy to be her new fuck buddy and she told him while they were both naked, "My pussy wants your dick so bad. I want you to see how wet I am." He still wouldn't sleep with her. They haven't had sex yet.

    My life is absent dirty things so my roommate gets the WIN tonight. Bless her.

    Honestly I have a tremendous amount of willpower and don't know if I could have pulled that off. I'd have given in. At that point it's like how can you say no? I'm at a loss.

    Anyway started writing seriously. Making new friends. Watching good films. Listening to music that does my soul good.

    I've had worse Saturday Nights.

    At least this one left a smile on my face.

    Right. The. Fuck. On.
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    Vent: I'm feeling the sting from Procrastination biting me in the ass again. I waited until today to try and get Lucha Vavavoom tickets, and they're sold out for the only night that I can go. No disgust with the world tonight, only with myself.

    Not a Vent: I got highlights this morning, and I'm really happy with being sorta, but not really, blonde.

    highlights detail 2

    Well, it's a big change for me. It's the first time that any dye has hit my hair since 1992. I realize that this isn't terrible or shocking; I'll work on it.
    • CommentAuthorbuzzorhowl
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    Procrastination is hitting me really hard lately. I've managed to write one 3,000 word blog entry about the new Sigur Ros album, so that's something, but other than that, none of the work that I've wanted to get done this week has gotten done. And I can't do anything now because I'm feeling completely fried after a 9 hour day at work staring at a computer. Which is exactly why posting to Whitechapel is the LAST thing I should be doing right now.

    So yeah, the heck with it. I'm gonna go watch a movie or something.
      CommentAuthorThe Female
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    The Mosquito Song by Queens of the Stone Age reminds me of Donkey Kong Country. I think that's wonderful.

    Something disgusting? I found out the other day that my mom, her best friend and my dad had a threesome. Now, I did grow up in a house where I could hear my parents fuck, and I've heard all their stories about my father's French mistress and their having nothing but anal sex, I've caught him jerking off (which was, I admit, very uncomfortable), I've heard about all the things my mother has done and even helped her in conspiring to cheat on my dad. Still, somehow, though I am not disgusted with my parents' sex life, it was unsettling to add this orangutan-like woman to the mix because then I actually had to imagine it. It's not a great story. But I felt quite unsettled.

    Today I catalogued my CD collection and spent $65 that I don't have. My best friend left yesterday and I'm the only one of my close friends who hasn't gone off into the wild blue yonder. I will live. And overcome. All that jazz.
    • CommentAuthorJamesMoore
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    Spent last Saturday through Wednesday on a trip to San Diego, which was mad and beautiful. Returning to Ohio brought to mind on my favorite anecdotes by our host, "The world has to be bigger than this."

    But if we're looking for especially strange and wonderful here's the story of my favorite bit.

    My last full day there was also my best friend Sarah's birthday(she also was on vacation), and to celebrate a group of our friends (old and newly made) went down to a shopping center down near a pier so that we could watch the sun set over the Pacific. There was some mist in the air, and while we couldn't see the actual sun set, the sky turned a pretty pink hue as we walked along the pier.

    In the water, the occasional sailboat went by and there were an number of battleships docked as well.We continued walking as night crept in until we stopped near a battleship where some enormous, fancy party was being held.You could hear music playing and the lights it was decorated with, along with it's proximity and size made it perfect for photo taking.

    Then, as it finally went dark, we heard fireworks.They were directly across the water and framed by the battleship in a spontaneously perfect moment of beauty. It was practically fictional in how sweeping a moment it was. I turned to my friend and smiled saying, "See, the whole city's celebrating for you."

    The whole trip though has left me somewhat smitten with the city, and I'm seriously thinking of moving out there. Columbus, Ohio is too familiar. My lease on my apartment ends in a few months, and my job is going through some changes I don't particularly want to be a part of.So, it's kind of a good time to leave I think. Any advice from citizens about relocating would actually be appreciated.

    Related to that, I'm redoing my resume tonight.
    • CommentAuthorsamishah
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    Prepping for my new solo stand-up show.

    Last few weeks I've been doing a weekly news round-up live in Second Life, called NEWSWEAK. I take the top international news stories of the week and then do naughty things to them (archive of recent weeks at

    Finally bit the bullet and booked the auditorium to do a live version of the show on the 28th and 29th of this month. So now am obsessively editing and re-writing everything before clambering onto stage to a near-certain comic-death. If you are in Pakistan or thereabouts (not sure why you would be but still):

    newsweak poster
  2.  (2683.48)
    So what's going on with you?
    I finally gave in and got a job as a grill cook at the restaurant up the road. Dread does not do justice to the feelings I have about this. It really chaps my ass that I worked there once, went to college, and now I am there again.

    Vent, scream, dance, whisper, jabber like a chimp full of dexies. Thrill me, chill me, fulfil me, creatures of the night.

    Darkness must go down the river of nights dreaming. Flow morphia slow, let the sun and light come streaming into my life.
    • CommentAuthorchris g
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008 edited
    Ah okay, got my car/re-financing B.S. settled. Man, it's been a fucking week. Lots of responsibility packed in to each day from the moment I wake my ass up all the way up until I walk back into my house. TIRED of it.

    I hope the sun gets exhausted real soon. I don't know what I can't take much more of: the heat or people you DON'T wanna see wearing less clothes in the heat.

    I should develop a drinking problem.
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    I'm in a Super 8 in Mankato, Mn. I'm working for a children's theatre all summer and am current having mixed feeling about my acceptance of this job. 1 month down, two more to go.

    I guess cheep bottle of Gewürztraminer makes me thoughtful.

    Discoved a band called Halves this week thanks to Mr Warren's link to.... oh dear, that music seller's page, where you can click on the genre you like and they play all of the most recent new releases. Damn wine head! Anyway, digging this stuff from Halves. Kind of Sigur Ros-esk, if that is a word. Very very nice, but more... engaging than Sigure Ros, somehow.

    God, I have, essentially, successfully castrated myself for the summer.

    Did I mention that my tour partner, the one 'adult' I spend the summer with is 18 years old? And a straight-edger? Oy. Also, I fear he might be misogynistic - he kept talking about all these women who 'tease him on purpose' and how girls like that should "know better. Women should know their limits." Then again, he is 18, so that also explaines a great deal of the jackassery. I didn't like 18 year old boys when I WAS 18, how in dear god can I deal now?

    Oh yeah - cheep bottle of Gewürztraminer.
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    Celebrating the summer solstice with neighbors.

    Big fire, much drink, crawl home, off to bed!

    Morning bad, light come, hurt head.

    Can anybody see the demon in the flames or is it just my altered state?
    • CommentTimeJun 21st 2008
    chrisg: I should develop a drinking problem.

    I had no idea a drinking problem that had to be *cultivated*. I guess I've been a natural talent at something all along.
  3.  (2683.53)
    All I ever talk about is my Glorious Five Year Plan. Year 2, Assholé Internationalé, is even closer on the horizon. Year 1, Fuck my Body, is nearly complete.

    Money's still a question - I make obscene amounts of money for what I do and its still not enough. Concerned primarily about how far I can get and if I would be comfortable being flat broke when I get back. Cut out all remaining expenses. No movies, no albums, no books (stockpile still big enough to subsist on for a year), slashing my comic list, brown bagging lunch from here to infinity.

    The past week I've bought my camera (Canon S5 IS), been through another sort of my notes on a variety of locales and feel like I'm ready to get a bag, shoes, and other such things. Learning to cut my own hair, shave with a straight blade (added to the list of things I have to 'check' when I go), wash clothes efficiently by hand.

    Travel is difficult, expensive and always slightly dangerous. I aim to be gone for a year. Sojourn until my wallet coughs with disease and my shoes melt.

    I hope to change everything. I want my shoe size to change by the time I get back.

    I don't expect to go overseas and "find myself," as is the popular saying. I know where I am, I know what I want to do, I'm willing to work at what I need to get there. I'm not looking for what the romantics call "inspiration." I'm looking for fuel.

    I just want to see something different. Canada seems remarkably flat these days. I'm all burnt out and need to see the sun set somewhere else.
    • CommentAuthorkozmund
    • CommentTimeJun 22nd 2008 edited

    I spent Friday night shooting a Hip Hop act. The shot below is from their pre-show practice in a basement. They rolled 9 deep. 5 MCs, guitar, bass, drums and organ. I'd say "keys" but it was actually some sort of 70s knock-off Hammondish organ. Roll that one around on your tongue...Hip Hop Hammond.

    Nickie P

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    Oh the heat is coming. I've been bumbling through my week praying for a day like today where I could do absolutely nothing, and then I surpassed my minimal expectations by basically cleaning out all the pipes and filters in the various plumbing of my appartment. You want catharsis of sorts? I strongly recommend it.

    Oh the stench!

    Oh the filth!

    Oh the consistency of the slime and clotted, matted hair running between my rubber-gloved fingers!

    I threw up a little in my mouth because the stench was so foul, but now that it's done I know I can wash my dishes and take a bath without the risk of "things" floating out of the plug-hole. And I raised my fists to heaven and told those poindexters "You see! I can live like a human being! Like a human DOING!"

    Of course they had no answer for that.

    It was my birthday ten days ago, but people are still wishing me happy birthday. People I don't even know, who were set up by my friend last week still remembered me at a crazy summer-solstice party last night and wished me happy birthday as though it was still current! People I've only met in passing. The summer solstice party involved DJs, bands, projection artists, live painting, record stores, food, drinks and even a hair salon, all set up inside your standard chain rock venue by this lunatic promoter. Sadly I was verging on collapse, and even with some "Super Water" my dancing feet were only good for an hour but still it was excellent fun. The band I saw (it was a 7pm-7am thing, so it was all spread out very nicely) looked PHENOMENAL. Japanese psych-power trio with huge Aztec head-dresses, but their music was TERRIBLE. Like a slightly more psychedelic, upbeat, computer-game-option-screen-theme. So disappointing. Also the floor of this place was carpeted! I have no idea how that works with the amount of beer that must be spilled there, but it was bastard hard to dance on.

    I saw a girl dancing like nothing I've ever seen. The way her hands were moving, and her face was contorted in concentration, it reminded me of the Invisibles, where the Jester's dancing is the motions to folding your very own time machine. It was amazing. I wanted to see what she was folding.

    Now I get to see my girlfriend and think about nothing at all.

    @ Orwellseyes, good luck, and may the road rise up to meet you and all that!
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    Good evening, Whitechapel. And by the way, Warren, my research uncovered you're a baby boom. Let me guess your reaction after you read this: "as if I give a shit".

    Your research is wrong. The Baby Boom ended in 1964, and I was born in 1968.
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    ah, 68. a fine year.