| Work your mojo for me. |
[Jan. 31st, 2007|10:25 pm] |
I've got a big ol' job interview coming up on the 2nd (Ground Hog's Day, Candlemas, whatever). As I'm currently fighting to keep my utilities on and food in my belly (not to mention liquor on my brain), I'm asking everyone I know to help me out. Got a spare wish from a monkey's paw? Some saint or demon or random elemental that owes you a favor? Maybe a leprachaun in a box stuffed back in that junk drawer in the kitchen? Well, now's the time to use it! In return for your good karma, I will gleefully satiate you with the beverage/substance of your choice. Assuming, of course, that I land this freakin' job and can afford to do so.
For my part, I've been preparing for this thing like it's a day before finals. For the last seven days. It's a good gig, right downtown, with the promise of some really good pay. And bennies. Sweet, sweet bennies. So please, put in a good word for me with whatever Things From Beyond* you hold influence over. Or, ya know, just take a moment to wish me luck. Every little bit helps.
Thanks! I'll keep ya posted....
* The contacting and use of Tentacled and/or Slimy Things which cause gibbering and madness is not recommend - approach at your own risk. |
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| Rate Your Politics! |
[Jan. 10th, 2007|09:31 am] |
I'm not typically one for these sorts of things, but I found this test to be fun and sorta thought provoking. Check it out.
I scored "Economic Left/Right: -7.00" and "Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -6.77". No real surprises there (I'm such a godless anarchist). The creators of the test have placed several influencial world leaders on the chart, based upon analysis of their speeches and such. It looks like Bush 43 is exactly opposite of me. Quelle suprise.
Anybody else feel like taking it? It's quick. I'd be curious to see where folks fall on the grid. |
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| Why I Am Alone |
[Feb. 17th, 2006|05:30 pm] |
Zahi Hawass is to Egyptology as Joe Biden is to American political discourse.
No, I don't suspect anyone reading this to understand. Which is why I've been drinking shots of homebrew tequila throughout the day, by myself. Sigh.
Sometimes I feel very, very alone. Heh. |
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| My Geek Cred Now Goes To 11 |
[Feb. 4th, 2006|09:55 am] |
So the tattoo turned out fabulously. Saddly, I lack the technology to post photos of the damned thing. The experience was great - Ian Duca up at Laughing Buddha did a great job of putting my buddy Brian's work on my arm. Ian was a nice guy and made me feel immediately comfortable. The stinging of the needle was pretty much what I expected - there were times when I could hardly feel it (on the outer arm) and other times when I thought I might punch the tattoo artist (under the arm). Much as ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) piercekayo had said before hand, the tattoo needle works a lot like a sewing machine needle, and soft skin (like that under the arm) tends to bunch up as the artist "sews" lines in the flesh. It was like have a sunburn pinched. Blech. "But that's what the endorphins are for." Heheh.
(Weird synchronicity - Ian put on Bill Hick's "Rant in E Minor" while he did the work. I listened to this album quite a bit, mixed with music mp3s, while I was playing "Thief 3". Mildly freaky.)
Also worth noting is the fact that Brian hung out with me for the whole two hours or so that the tattoo took. There was no blood at all during the inking, so I think that helped. He got a kick seeing something he'd drawn get permanently attached to one of his friends. The rest of you better watch out - he might be hooked.
After the tat, Brian and I hit Charlie's for a drink, and piercekayo joined us since he was just off work (he was also kind enough to pick up the tab - damned nice of him). It was a pretty swell way to spend a couple of hours, and of course I find myself wanting to go back for more. Freaky. But that'll have to wait 'til I can afford it. Decent tattoo work is not cheap. Heh.
The rest of Thursday was utterly insane. Got a living room full of furniture from my mom (including a decent new couch). Saw my brother Geoff for about an hour. Had another nice day at the gym. The timing was off for almost all of the day, but everything worked out nicely in the end. Was a good day for breaking out of my two week funk. w00t!
So yeah, I now have a permanent, very probably unique, tattoo based on artwork from an eight year old video game. Surely this must grant me special geek powers or priviledges? Heheh. |
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| Ink Me |
[Jan. 12th, 2006|07:05 pm] |
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I do not have a tattoo. This is mildly noteworthy, as the scenes I've been into throughout the years are pretty ink-heavy. I've just never felt compelled to get anything permanently applied to my body. Until now.
( I'm such a geek... ) |
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| New Threads |
[Jan. 11th, 2006|08:35 am] |
So Spud and I headed downtown yesterday to take in some gyros and a hookah at Zaina's. We had a pretty grueling morning at the gym and figured we deserved some turkish coffee and rose tobacco. It was, as always, delicious. The various Persian hotties in the music videos broadcast on the wall were nice, too. Persian women are hot. Their guys are nice, too.
( Tactical Clothes Shoppery ) |
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| And Now...Kittens! |
[Dec. 31st, 2005|09:58 am] |
So my buddy piercekayo has a friend who's cat just had kittens. As a Christmas present, he said I could choose a kitten and he'd pay to have it innoculated and neutered. I've been thinking about it for the last week, and I'm pretty freakin' sure I'm gonna take him up on the offer. I've never lived without other living things in the house, and it's freaking me out.
Kayo was kind enough to provide pictures of the kittens in question. I'm pretty partial to this one and this one. I'm thinking about just giving in and getting both of them, since I always thought it'd be nice for my last cat to have had a friend to hang out with. I talked to the vet about sex pairings and such, and they said that as long as they're litter mates and neutered, there shouldn't be any problems. So I've got a couple more days to decide how I'm gonna deal with that.
Apparently the cats currently live on a farm, or at least a bit of rural property. The mamma cat looks strong and healthy, and I'm hoping she's a mouser. Every cat I've ever had has been a good mouser, and I'll be sad if I wind up with cats that don't bring me blood sacrifices each spring.
So yeah. One cat? Two cats? No cats? I'm open to suggestions.... |
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| Solar Revolution |
[Dec. 31st, 2005|08:25 am] |
Piss off, 2005! You were, by and large, a shitty fucking year. And 2006? If you so much as smell like 2005 then there'll be hell to pay. Don't make me hurt you.
*ahem*
So I went and saw "King Kong" last night. I'd set my expectations down to "enjoy the monster fights", and I was not at all disappointed. Best monster fight sequences I've ever seen. Oh my god, I was so overstimulated and giddy after the Giant Monkey vs The T-Rex Trio fight. Yow! I agree with whatever critic said there was a damned good two hour movie buried in the three hours, but honestly, I didn't notice how long the movie was. It was neato. The additional backstories and character development were pretty damned good, and the cast was perfect. And I freakin' loved the (saddly unexplored) relationship between the first mate and the naive young crewman. Screw "Brokeback Mountain", I wanna see me some "Brokeback Skull Island". Heheheh.
( Did I mention I saw the movie with the ex? )
The night before last, I went and saw the incomparable DINA MARTINA at the Re-Bar with Ryan and Laura and Brian. Jesus Christ, I laughed so damned hard. She is just so so so so SO WRONG. Yet perfect in damned near every detail. I always feel like I need a good stiff drink and a couple hours of therapy after seeing one of her shows. They're just that good. After the show we hit Von's downtown for Manhattans and food, but the kitchen closed at some uncivilized hour (10:30pm? WTF? I get better service at the Mecca. Sheesh.) The Manhattan I had was pretty good though. After escaping the suck which was Von's, we hit the god-forsaken Broadway Grill. Now, I loathe the Broadway Grill on a couple of levels, not the least of which is the food. But we all needed a nosh and more booze, and Ryan was eager to go someplace Gay (that boy gets skittish if he's too long out of Gay Space). So we go, and lo! Our waiter happens to be the only straight guy working in the joint, and he was surly to boot. Oh, how I hate that place. So we gulped down more booze, I had a crappy Caeser salad, and then we all returned to our homes to crash. Next time I'm saying fuck-all to whatever Ryan wants and we're going to Charlie's. Dammit. Heh.
So tonight I head out to cruise the bars for the first time in many years. It feels kinda funky. A little uncomfortable, kind of exciting. I'm hoping there are a good number of short, stocky, mildly hairy guys for me to oggle and/or grope. I'm not looking to go home with anybody, nor do I even want to take phone numbers away. I'm just lookin' for some honest, meaningless rowdiness to distract me from what would have been the sixth year anniversary of my last relationship. But if something should, er, "happen" in the back room of the Eagle, then so be it.
*thunderclap*
Anyway, happy New Year, everybody. Thank you all for the help and support these last 12 months. Now let us never speak of them again.... |
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| Ex-mas |
[Dec. 27th, 2005|09:58 pm] |
Christmas was way better than I thought it would be this year. For a quick run-down of the highlights of the last couple days, read on....
( Ho ho ho ) |
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| So Sore |
[Dec. 22nd, 2005|08:29 am] |
So I hit the gym on Tuesday. First time I'd been to a gym since high school. It was pretty cool - the trainer guy managed to put together a series of exercises that would kick my ass and my buddy Mike's ass at the same time, even though Mike's in way better shape than I am. Way to go, personal trainer dude. I've been uber-sore since Tuesday, and I go back again today. I'm already looking pretty good, but soon I'll be looking good and firm. Kind of like a melon. Or a good roast.
Still got a lot of Chad on the brain, and it's pissing me off. If he's not gonna be around, then why the fuck am I still thinking about him as soon as I wake up? Feh. Whoever designed this emotional shit was just plain mean. Dammit.
I got my Christmas shopping all done. Just gotta wrap stuff. I got a couple of things for Chad, some stuff for Kim and Kayo, and something for my buddy Kurt. The rest of y'all can piss off this year. Heh.
Finally...WARNING! Uwe Boll has a new movie out. It's being advertised on the side of Metro busses. Now, Uwe Boll is awful, and his movies are horrible, and anything advertised on the side of a bus is doomed to suck. So take heed - avoid "Bloodrayne" and anything else Dr. Boll sees fit to release.
That is all. |
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