Cold Face, Warm Neck

So I went out to the Brass Ring tonight to meet Jeremy and Tom. I got a bit liquored up and came home. It was damn windy and cold. Thanks to Shari and her kick ass, hand-made, died Chilean wool scarf she made me, I kept nice and warm. Kind of like a fetus, but drier.

Almost

I almost made it on the air last night. The folks at Queery told me that Casey called and would be late, so I said I’d play some music until he got there. That sent my into a fury of running through the music library looking for stuff. I decided that ‘70’s punk would be a good place to start. Since I was filling in for Captain Analog Fox, I had to start on vinyl. I found “Singles Going Steady” and queued up “I Don’t Mind” and then “Janie Jones”. Sybil walked in so I asked her twenty million questions on how to operate the board for a live show. She helped and gave me tips on some more music. Before long, I also had the Pretenders and the Ramones queued up. I tried to find some Wire, but couldn’t find anything I knew off hand. I had my carts and music lined up.

Then Casey walked in. He complemented me on my choices, said I should do a show sometime, and then he prepared for a show full of music by people who died in the last few years. It was a good show. Thanks goes out the commentator who patiently waited while I ran around collecting stuff.

Almost, but not quite.

Computer #13

Ok, ok, ok. I bought another computer. I just counted the number of them that I've had in my life. This new one makes it 13. Considering it was only 3 when I graduated from college, my habit has increased. Right now, I have four computers, but one I'm trying to sell. I put my pc in Shaun's area, since he demolished his last one. So really, I'm only kind of using two computers; my new dual processor G5 and my powerbook. This new one is damn fast.

Anyway, I need to head to the Harmony Bar to have lunch with my mother.

Post #79 Rev 87.3345

Holy Butt Muffins! It's been over a month since I last wrote here. It reminds me how much difference a month can make. Here's a list, since I can't think of a paragraph form I want to use. Then again, these are just paragraphs with numbers in front of them.

1. I was accepted to Edgewood's MBA program last month. They did that even without my GMAT score, which sucks, since I kind of worried about that for months before I took the damn exam. I also got about six classes waved, thanks to my GMAT score, and my education here.

2. My trip is mostly lined up for Puerto Rico. I've got the tickets purchased and a hotel (TWO stars!) in San Juan for the first three nights. I still need to rent a car from here and figure out where my roommate and I can hike through a rainforest, but hey, that'll come, uh, sometime.

3. I'm obsessive-compulsive! Yep, all that stress and brain noise was from trying to order an orderless world. My head shrinker gave me medication for that and now I feel much better. I don't read internet articles on Cleveland's 20th century population trends for three hours, nor do I rearrange my mp3's (formerly cd's) every two weeks. I still yell at all those damn crappy drivers, but there's not a cure. Some things are just too ingrained.

4. Kids can drive me nuts and make me laugh. My nieces and nephews drove me up the wall at Christmas. You put them all together at a time when they get a bunch of presents, and they freak out. I had that three days in a row. On a lighter note, my youngest nephew, Willy Joe, smiles a lot, says "hi" to you every time he turns around, and "no" to all you questions. Plus he eats all the time. By that, I mean I honestly saw him with food in hand more than without. The little shit is solid. He must weigh twice as much as a normal kid his age. Little fat, too. At new years, I saw Sophie, Maddie, and Miles. They were much more laid back. Maddie barely stops smiling, kind of like those little Lego people.

5. I started class. It's pretty good, but I'll miss the second class, because of Puerto Rico. I think I'll like this whole graduate thing. Then again, I'll curse it soon enough when exams start. Oh well.

That's an update. Time to study.

Kofi

I'm proud to say I share an alma mater with him.

"I Want a Woman"

No, this isn't about loneliness or horniness. It's about that terrible Ratt song from 1989. If you watched MTV for more than three seconds some time in the fall of 1989, you saw the video for that terrible song. In case you haven't seen it (good for you), it shows skanks posing for the camera in slutty ways before going into a (Ratt?) concert. This footage is interlaced with a studio Ratt concert crap. Just to give a sense of the crap that passes for this song, the lyrics can be found here. This song was stuck in my head while I was showering this morning.

It becomes somewhat relevant today because while standing in line to get a sandwich, I saw what a woman, who appeared in that video, might look like today. This one was somewhat updated in that way an 80's mullet can be updated. She still had big hair, which made up 83.67% of her body weight, but instead of a black leather jacket, she wore a brown suede one. She still had a tiny little butt with tight jeans, but the jeans looked like Wrangler's updated for the 90's. Her shoes were the most current, and I don't know how to describe them, but it was definitely a logical step for her. And when she revealed her face, I saw that she still applies make-up with a paintbrush.

Man the late 80's sucked.

Burn Out and Other Musings

I have to say I'm emotionally and physically drained. I'm not sure why this happens to me from time to time. It's definitely not your garden-variety tiredness. It's a deep down exhaustion. Someone is buried beneath the surface and I can't figure out what it is. Maybe there's ten thousand different pieces down there. Fuck it, I don't want to talk about it.

On a brighter note, I couldn't fit a second hard drive into my computer so I need to put the larger on in and install Windows. I wish it was a Mac, because it would be easy. Install, the dumb thing installed it on the wrong partition. Fuck it, I want to talk about something else.

And the next topic is: I'm done writing.