The Boy is at a board meeting tonight, thus leaving me to flounder about looking for something to watch that isn't Lost or Glee, since we watch them together. I'm testing out Dark Shadows Revival series. So far, I have laughed in places that I'm pretty sure weren't intended to be funny. I'm about three minutes in and have already heard a breathy voice over saying, "my journey is just beginning...a journey that I am hoping will somehow reveal the mysteries of my past...it is a journey that will bring me to a strange and dark place to a house high on top a stormy cliff at the edge of the sea...to a world I have never known, to people I have never met. People, who, until tonight are only vague shadows in my mind, but I will soon fill all the days and nights of my tomorrows" Wow. Has someone been reading a bit too much Wuthering Heights and V. C. Andrews? I can only hope those people she is meeting tonight are as in to her as she is apparently in to herself (says the lady writing a blog). What's up next? An inexplicably bloody rat in a box. What will happen next? You can stream it on Netflix to find out yourself. Guamaniac and I really need to knuckle down and write our own book of incest, murder, amnesic mothers, forgotten pregnancies, and dark places in damp small towns. Feel free to contribute. We are open to putting everything in our novel. Dark Shadows will surely give us good fodder for inspiration. Oh, WAIT, I forgot an important detail: The Governess! Of course Miss Sexy Voice Over is a governess. I'm sure she will have tons of scandalous sex with the man of the house.
After being treated to a lovely meal (steak salad, flan!) by The Boy, I came home to the daunting task of giving ET his shot for his staph infection. It was a lot easier than expected. He can try to hide his legs, but he's not a box turtle, so he can't fully hide his bits in his shell. Poor guy. Just four more to go--next one will be Friday night. I'll do that before heading out to the Raveonettes show.
Such a busy weekend planned. It kind of leaves me wondering who the hell I think I am. Where was Grumples stashed, and why did you replace her with this lady who wants to do things? No one can handle that. We like our Grumples napping on the couch. We can keep an eye on her that way. Raveonettes, Art City Austin (where I always get My Not So Secret Crush her birthday gift), Urban-Family Get-Together (theme: munchies, my contribution: magic cookie bars), and the Tosca String Quartet at the Drafthouse (featuring my favorite viola-playing lady) with new string quartets commissioned by the Golden Hornet Project (The Boy conducted one of these a few years back, and it was so much damn fun--I recommend Peter's works over Graham's, but Graham seems to be Austin's favorite homeless-looking composer [Graham, if you somehow stumble upon that last sentence, um, that is 100% my opinion and The Boy tells me to shut up when ever I mention your looks...hate me, not him, please]). Peter is the sweetest man I have probably ever met. Lovely blue eyes, too. Maybe I can pinch his cheeks on Monday. Maybe. Graham may sneer at me (he never remembers who I am, so I don't really worry about retribution for my less-than-flattering description of him). However, serious props to Graham for being talented and so damn dedicated. That goes for everyone involved with those groups. I have nothing but admiration for their talents.
Traces of human saliva in the wound? Oh, my! No! A tarantula. It's alive, not dead. His name is Terry. The dead rat's name was not discovered. How cute that little young Joseph Gordon-Levitt is. It's too bad that Dark Shadows Revival didn't last (due to the Gulf War [insert casualty joke here]), because his star did not exactly shine 3rd Rock From the Sun. However, he gained some ground with (500) Days of Summer, which couldn't have been very hard since Zooey Deschanel is a flimsy bit of wide-eyed prettiness whom I enjoy more when she is singing about cotton than to her acting. WAIT. Please don't infer from that statement that I like her band. No fucking way. I saw them a couple of year ago at SXSW. It was painful. She's a warbling bird of warbling squeaks and squawks. The highlight of that showcase was Noah and the Whale. British boys in tight blue pants and yellow shirts really make me hot. That sounds wrong. You had to be there. Laroux knows what I'm talking about, don't you?
Man, I'm in such a good mood, but look at all that judgmental I have been! I'll try again tomorrow. Been working on the budget with my boss. Seems to make me a bit punchy (in a very good way). I need more Excel in my life. Take three Excels today with your Wellbutrin and Celexa, and you'll be ruling the world in no time. Hopefully with cute British rocker boys.
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20 April 2010
22 October 2009
A Serious Man
Yesterday I ended up being too busy to post anything. I am filled with guilt and self-loathing over it. I may have been able to post if I had remembered to bring home my power cord to my laptop. Which I forgot because as I was packing up to go home, Ex-cop called me wanting to know what versions of "UH-doe-beeee ACK-RO-bat REEE-duhr" he has. I am not going to even go in to the details of how the conversation went downhill from that, and ended with him saying, "Grumples, I am who I am, and I don't know where I put that document." I ran out of here in a blind fury, leaving my power cord plugged in the to power strip. Sad.
However, it was a bit of a good thing, in that I was not able to waste a few hours on the computer, and I was forced to start on a new project in the garage. I swear it is not cutting people up and making art with their body parts. Just my own. Things sometimes do get a bit bloody when I'm working. Mostly just my fingers, and occasionally a cheek or arm. It's a huge project, and I'll have to work on it every day to get it completed by my deadline of December 1st. I'll post pictures of it along the way, but not yet. I worked two hours yesterday, but it is still too early to really have anything to show for it.
Immediately when I came in side, I had to do my best to wipe away the glass grit in my hairline and go pick up Wikus. We had a lovely evening at the record store then viewing the new Coen Bros. movie. It was raining a bit, and there was a terrifying moment in the parking lot where I couldn't see a damn thing but bright sparkly lights in total darkness. Yeah night blindness. Wikus basically had to do the seeing for me and guide me around curbs and cars. I did not cry, but I felt like it.
I picked up four CDs: House of Love Live at the BBC, the new http://www.theraveonettes.com/, the new Hope Sandoval and the Warm Inventions, and the new Noah and the Whale. I'm listening to the House of Love right now. I love these guys. I want to slice my body up on Guy Chadwick's cheeks. Wikus got the new Raveonettes as well, and then some synthesizer album and something else. Honestly, I didn't pay much attention. It was some kind of new day with me buying more CDs than him. He can spend HOURS in a record store. I more or less blank out and my brain forgets it even likes music and feels so overwhelmed it wants to run away. The fact I came away with four and didn't even have a list, is something I'm a bit too proud of.
"A Serious Man" was pretty good. Better than "Burn Before Reading," but not nearly as good as "No Country for Old Men." I think I'm too goy to understand their latest movie. I have spent most of my life in Texas, and without having been in Boston for 5 years, I probably would have understood even less. I hate the Texas school system and how much it has crippled me. Good think I am able to educate myself, when I'm not feeling too lazy and watching How I Met Your Mother and America's Next Top Model instead. My priorities may need to be looked at. The movie is in a word, fatalistic. So right up Wikus' alley. My drugs may be working too good now to really enjoy something so depressing. I mean, you might as well show me a movie of my own life. I don't need to have it totally rubbed in by watching someone who is just as unlucky as me go through his day. There were plenty of jokes, but it wasn't enough to get me through the horribleness of it all. So, yes, a good movie, because it was too realistic. "No Country for Old Men" is depressing in a totally different way, one that I found absolutely riveting. But this one, damn, just kill the guy already, he has been through enough already. Even if some of it is obviously a farce, it was still painful to watch. I'm one of those people who will cover my eyes when something embarrassing is about to happen to a character--I feel what these people are going through, because chances are I have been there, too. Oy vey!
I used the last remaining juice of my laptop battery to upload the CDs in to iTunes, and even then I couldn't get them on to my iPod until I got to work late this morning (oh the humanity of rains and winds and my sinuses). I now have to work late, and it has turned in to such a beautiful day. And so my life goes.
However, it was a bit of a good thing, in that I was not able to waste a few hours on the computer, and I was forced to start on a new project in the garage. I swear it is not cutting people up and making art with their body parts. Just my own. Things sometimes do get a bit bloody when I'm working. Mostly just my fingers, and occasionally a cheek or arm. It's a huge project, and I'll have to work on it every day to get it completed by my deadline of December 1st. I'll post pictures of it along the way, but not yet. I worked two hours yesterday, but it is still too early to really have anything to show for it.
Immediately when I came in side, I had to do my best to wipe away the glass grit in my hairline and go pick up Wikus. We had a lovely evening at the record store then viewing the new Coen Bros. movie. It was raining a bit, and there was a terrifying moment in the parking lot where I couldn't see a damn thing but bright sparkly lights in total darkness. Yeah night blindness. Wikus basically had to do the seeing for me and guide me around curbs and cars. I did not cry, but I felt like it.
I picked up four CDs: House of Love Live at the BBC, the new http://www.theraveonettes.com/, the new Hope Sandoval and the Warm Inventions, and the new Noah and the Whale. I'm listening to the House of Love right now. I love these guys. I want to slice my body up on Guy Chadwick's cheeks. Wikus got the new Raveonettes as well, and then some synthesizer album and something else. Honestly, I didn't pay much attention. It was some kind of new day with me buying more CDs than him. He can spend HOURS in a record store. I more or less blank out and my brain forgets it even likes music and feels so overwhelmed it wants to run away. The fact I came away with four and didn't even have a list, is something I'm a bit too proud of.
"A Serious Man" was pretty good. Better than "Burn Before Reading," but not nearly as good as "No Country for Old Men." I think I'm too goy to understand their latest movie. I have spent most of my life in Texas, and without having been in Boston for 5 years, I probably would have understood even less. I hate the Texas school system and how much it has crippled me. Good think I am able to educate myself, when I'm not feeling too lazy and watching How I Met Your Mother and America's Next Top Model instead. My priorities may need to be looked at. The movie is in a word, fatalistic. So right up Wikus' alley. My drugs may be working too good now to really enjoy something so depressing. I mean, you might as well show me a movie of my own life. I don't need to have it totally rubbed in by watching someone who is just as unlucky as me go through his day. There were plenty of jokes, but it wasn't enough to get me through the horribleness of it all. So, yes, a good movie, because it was too realistic. "No Country for Old Men" is depressing in a totally different way, one that I found absolutely riveting. But this one, damn, just kill the guy already, he has been through enough already. Even if some of it is obviously a farce, it was still painful to watch. I'm one of those people who will cover my eyes when something embarrassing is about to happen to a character--I feel what these people are going through, because chances are I have been there, too. Oy vey!
I used the last remaining juice of my laptop battery to upload the CDs in to iTunes, and even then I couldn't get them on to my iPod until I got to work late this morning (oh the humanity of rains and winds and my sinuses). I now have to work late, and it has turned in to such a beautiful day. And so my life goes.
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