nothing good. nothing fresh. i promise. since January 2001

SUN + GIRL = FRECKLE

it is so absolutely bea-U-tiful outside right now, it's almost too bad that i'm stuck inside doing laundry. I've been watching the tide come in for the last half hour, and keeping an eye on my wind-fluttered clothes on the makeshift clotheline we rigged up at matt's cousin's house. (which explains the view of the tide coming in from where i sit). his condo overlooks the bay in marin county. there's a row of permanently docked houseboats jutting into the bay right in front of his house. when the tide is out, the houseboats sit on dry land. well, damp land. it's a big muddy field when the tide is out. but now it has been slowly filling in, returning the houseboats to normalcy.

i got up early and went for a bike ride this morning. went through the park and then picked up some bagels for my poor sleeping boyfriend.

saw Momento yesterday afternoon... i thought it was a cool movie. it's a story told backwards, and there's a ton of stuff to figure out. i think the nytimes called it an existential crossword puzzle.

after the movie we went to haight and i ended up buying a pair of those damn fluevogs. they are small black leather slipons that make me feel italian. i'm gonna have to stop holding them up to my nose in public, but damn i love the smell. they will take awhile to break in, but then i think they will be comfortable. not the greatest thing to say about a new pair of shoes, but...

my boy was lost in amoeba by the time i finally picked out my shoes. he got some fabulous albums: thinking fellers union, the bob dinners & larry noodles one; us maple new album; jim white- no such place; and vic chestnutt's latest. yummmmmm.
posted by Say It Loud at 4:04 PM

BAD VIBES FROM THE PAST

why is my ex-boyfriend's father all over the fucking place? I'm trying to work, and boom! his gnarled face pops up on cnn.com's front page, and netscape.com's front page. it has hit me more and more today, and i guess because launch time is quickly approaching, it will be everywhere for the next 2 weeks. but all these bad memories are flooding me. i am tempted to rant about them here, but some of these memories are way too private. i think if i were to make a loser-ex-boyfriend list, he would have to top it. two things that i must say to get them off my chest: 1) rich boys are sometimes (most of the time?) bigger cheapskates than the rest of us and 2) i think the whole time we were together (like 2 freaking years, what was i thinking?) he never really related to me on any level. we met my freshman year, started palling around, and he basically forced himself on me one day in my dorm room. i'm not saying i was raped, but he definitely would not take no as an acceptable alternative. the next two years are a smoke-filled haze, years i can barely remember details of, except smoking up before class, before dinner, before breakfast, before movies. it was like i couldn't go the bathroom without smoking up first. was i trying to dull my pain? what was i thinking? was i in it for the glamour? i didn't know he was so incredibly fabulously wealthy until i arrived in la to spend a summer with him. we're driving to the top of this mountain that his dad's house is on, and i think the guest house is where he lives, which is incredible in itself; but we keep on going up to this palace in the Palisades. you know the house in wag the dog? that's it. it seemed to me at the time that he had been hiding all this stuff about himself, like the fact that his dad was the commisioner of water and power for the entire city of LA. Like the fact that his buying me dinners out wasn't going to break the bank. I don't know how exactly you mention you're the scion of one of the wealthiest men in america, but surely it comes up in conversation somehow. by the way, i can count the dinners he paid for over the course of 2 years on all my fingers and toes. he even called my parents when i was studying abroad to tell them that he thought they should buy me a car. my dad was shocked that someone could have the balls to try to get involved in someone else's finances like that. i guess old mikey was tired of driving me around everywhere.

fonder memory: me & rich bastard drove to upstate new york on fall break to see a good friend of mine at Cornell. we ended up *tripping* in the woods, surrounded by all the fall folliage. at some point during the trip, mikey came up with the bright idea that he was jesus. and he started freaking out, literally thinking he was jesus. my friend and i just kind of watched him agonize over his realization that he was the son of god. Come to think of it, his real dad is just about as powerful as god, so this wasn't too much of a stretch for his peabrain.

there is sooooo much more to tell you! i may just do that. someday.
posted by Say It Loud at 4:10 PM

WARM FUZZY PHONE CHATS

just talked to a pal in cincinatti, which left me atingle from laughing too much. i was walking home from the bus stop and looking at all the for sale signs, which made me think of buying a house, which made me think of her (she owns a house). she is one hilarious person; she asked me to find out where she could buy john fluevog shoes online, so i went to fluevog.com as i was talking to her. this turned into a productive surf for me, because i'm looking for some snazzy shoes myself. and this place is chock full of snazzy shoes. turns out there's fluevog store on haight street, which i will clomp down to on saturday morning. i might be able to convince her to come out to sf to get her shoes in person. nothing like a $200 surcharge on shoes.

but for real, i was seriously thinking about purchasing some realestate. prices are slowly coming down, meaning i might be able to find a suitable house in the city for over 1/2 a million. so, since that will never happen, i may start looking into the hills of oakland or somewhere else in the east bay. or maybe i should wait for an earthquake.
posted by Say It Loud at 7:33 PM

HEY JINGA

clem snide was a good recommendation; too bad not many people are left on napster or else i'd be able to get the whole kaboodle. i've got one for you to try on: japancakes. but you probably already know 'em cuz they're an athens creation.
posted by Say It Loud at 2:23 PM

CALIFORNIA KOOKS

sometimes real life is stranger than fiction. i am no longer amazed by what occurs within the boundaries of the state of california.

item 1: the death of a san francisco woman who was mauled to death in her building by her neighbors' dogs as she tried desperately to get into her apartment. this isn't the strange part. the dog owners (2 lawyers), robert noel and wife marjorie knoller, adopted 38-year-old convicted killer Paul "Cornfed" Schneider a few days after the attack. apparently the two dogs involved in the attack were Cornfed's dogs, bred as killer dogs to sell to the mexican mafia. So this lawyer couple adopts a 38 yr old Aryan Nation bigot, supposedly molest the two dogs, and send nudie pix of Marjorie to their inmate 'son.'

item 2: the pitchfork killer. last august in merced, a stranger broke into a farmhouse, terrorized five children who were home alone and stabbed two of them to death with a pitchfork before he was shot and killed by sheriff's deputies. Three girls, including one who was bleeding from puncture wounds, escaped through windows of the house during the attack and ran across farm fields to a neighbor's home, where they called 911. Neighbors of the pitchfork killer say he hated children. Weeks after the attack, toxicology reports indicated he wasn't whacked out on any drugs during the attack.

item 3: the san francisco student who dismembered his landlady because she was giving off evil vibes and he feared he was going to be 'sucked into the matrix.' Her torso was found in Golden Gate Park.

item 4: the UC-Santa Barbara student who plowed his car into a crowd of people at 60 mph, killing 4 pedestrians and shouting 'I am the angel of death' as he did so. After his car stopped, he jumped out and started fighting with people. Witnesses say he revved the motor and actually sped up before running into the crowd. The freak's dad is Daniel Attias, a TV director who's directed the Sopranos, Buffy, The Practice, Ally McBeal. His dad wrote him a letter the week before the killings saying he was going to take away his car unless he started seeing a psychiatrist.

posted by Say It Loud at 6:39 PM

MUPPET IN SPACE

as saturday quickly approaches, i get more and more creeped out by the fact that Tito's dad is going to be the first space tourist. this morning i awoke to my radio alarm, set on NPR, chatting gaily about Tito's first jaunt into the cold nether-regions of space. <shiver>

last night i convinced matt to go to the giants/reds game, which was packed full of popups and grounding into double plays for the giants, and run after run scoring for the Reds. what happened to livan hernandez over the off season, i don't know, but last season he pitched a fabulous one hitter and last night his ERA went up 5 runs. yesterday's game was the first non-sellout in over a year for the giants, snapping the longest sell-out streak in MLB. but the temperatures were warm and the company good, so it was a good event overall. B Bonds hit another homerun to tie the game at 3, but Livan then gave up 4 more runs. The other excitement was Jeff Kent (mysteriously playing 1st base with a 2nd base glove) getting booted from the game after 3 questionable calls in a row at 1st base. I sound like a smoker today b/c of a prolonged fit of booing at the ump. Why is it that the Giants can't start all of their stars for every game? JT Snow didn't start this game, putting Kent on 1st instead of his usual 2nd. Bonds didn't start last Saturday's game, Estelella rarely starts for them, etc.

it's another fabulous day here today-- should be in the 70s. i hope i can sneak outside for some sunshine at lunch. hey, it's lunchtime already!
posted by Say It Loud at 11:02 AM

COMPUTER SAVVY

things we wished our 'puters said to us.
posted by Say It Loud at 9:38 AM

TAIL OF THE COCK, OR: IS BOCACHICA A SMOOTH SMOOCHER?

this reminded me of a show on cable access here in san fran called The Cocktail Hour. It's hosted by a guy and a girl who proceed to make a lot of drinks, sample them, and get sloppy on camera. It's actually quite funny in a way that only cable-access can be funny. The dialogue goes something like this:

Guy, "So you mix in as much vodka as you like..." (stirs drink, pours out two cups, hands one to his sidekick, they both drink)
Girl, "Yum. That was good."
Guy, "Yeah, it reminds me of Strawberry Peanutbutter Surprise" (or some other nonsensical concoction of theirs)
Guy, "Ok, moving on. Our next drink is one that's popular with the ladies..." (makes drink, pours out two glasses, they drink)
Girl, "Um, hmm. This is good."

insert a lot of awkward pauses, spills, misdirection of camera and BAM! you got your cocktail hour.

why do i love cable access so much? it's one of the best parts of having cable. i found myself watching Queen Bee TV last week, where this chick wears a bee costume showing all her cleavage, and talks about her canker sore for half an hour. She even drew up a timeline, Before Tongue Hurting and After Tongue Hurting, to show what her life was like before and after the canker. My boy came upstairs and found me entranced with this show and quickly went back down to saner climes.
posted by Say It Loud at 1:24 PM

YAWN : LIFE OF A SLEEPWALKER

i am extremely disappointed in myself for having frittered away this beautiful sunshiney day by fucking around indoors on nothing i could even point to now.

last night we went to cafe du nord to see the vue play with black cat music. it was one of those rock-out nights that start after 11pm, meaning the floor was jam packed for the first band, black cat music, but had thinned out considerably for the 1am rocking Vue show. which was a shame b/c the Vue were damn good. we showed up at du nord an hour late, finding Dan at the end of the bar in conversation with an elderly gent who kept trying to ply him with drinks.

An insane hunt for parking kept us from attaining even a hint of punctuality. We drove around for half an hour, up this street, down that alley, and finally ended up doing the Safeway Fake, which is where you park at a 24 hour Safeway, walk into the store as if you're going to buy some groceries, then walk right out and continue with your evening. Voila- free parking a block from our destination. The show was supposed to start at 9, so when we showed up at 10 with no sign of the band starting, we happily sat down at the bar to catch up with Dan. One of the many topics of conversation was the White Stripes, how crazy it is that they went from playing Bottom of the Hill to playing the Fillmore in five months. Another topic- the down-with-it hip crowd; if we keep running into hipsters at shows, does that make us hipsters? Lol.

Earlier on Saturday my boy and I went to the Giants' game, which they lost to the Brewers. It was a mildly beautiful day, 60 degrees and blue skies, but we shivered through the last three innings in the shade behind 1st base. B.Bonds didn't even start the game, but when the Giants needed a hit to stay alive in the 8th, the crowd started chanting 'Barry! Barry!" and Dusty Baker called him out of his day-off to put the ball over the wall. He ended up striking out looking, the poor guy.

Cute guy of the moment: Brady from Black Cat Music... meow!!

posted by Say It Loud at 8:19 PM

umm, what?
posted by Say It Loud at 3:21 PM

FOUR + TWENTY = TWENTY-FOUR

the three of us trouped back to our place well after midnight last night and climbed the stairs to celebrate the green new year with freshly packed goodness. when i say three, i mean b-rad as the third, since we ditched kim as soon as we got to the show at last day saloon. i don't think b-rad could have stood yet another anecdote about kim's trip to portugal last month. so as soon as we climbed the stairs and said hello to everyone, we slid outside for a quick smoke. during our escape, kim apparently hit on bonnie, a friend of b-rad's, with the stellar opening line of "I got this lighter in Portugal," as he lit her cigarette. Wait a minute, this is California, you can't smoke inside. Well, somehow he worked the lighter into their conversation. The master of smarm. By the time we got back upstairs (the band was all jam-band-groove-tunes-funky, not worth worrying about, so we hung out at the downstairs bar), kim had fled the scene for girls who wouldn't laugh at him. or wait, he called his friend blake and they left to play pool. whatever. The point of this tirade is that, walking over to Last Day, although i was upset that kim had invited himself on what was going to be an enjoyable night with good people, i had a realization that kim is as annoying to other people as he is to me. and that made me smile and able to not let him ruin my night. it also helped to have talked to john, who helpfully pointed out kim's tactic of explosive laughter after every comment he makes. i think i had noticed this way back when i was actually paying attention to kim, but in the two year span that i have ignored him, it had slipped out of my conscience. and when you're aware of this tic, it's hugely amusing.
posted by Say It Loud at 3:08 PM

NOONER

nah, not really. just me, noontime, and nothing to do but blog. last night's sushi madness was the perfect way to wind down. my boy & i were originally planning on meeting at tekka around 7p for dinner, but we both showed up and it was closed. we trudged home disappointed in the rain. after bitching about food for awhile, i called tekka to see if they were just closed on wednesday or if they opened late, and lo and behold, they were opening at 7:45. i was literally dragging my man down the stairs of our flat at 7:44, saying 'Come on! We want to get a table!' He was grumbling, saying 'they're probably not even open yet' when we walked up and found that the entire place was packed. We were looking in, trying to decide if it was worth it to wait, when a guy at the table looked out and motioned us in. There were 2 empty seats at his table, and he let us take them. An hour later we got our sushi, just because everyone else's order was in front of ours. Everyone was talking about the truck that crashed into Javaholics, how it was a stolen truck driven by teenagers, being chased by the police, making a turn onto Balboa and crashing straight into Javaholics. Apparently they walked away, only sustaining injuries from falling debris. I really love this sushi bar. Twelve people can eat in there at at time. It's a two hour affair to get your food and eat it. We had finished a large sake and a large sapporo beer by the time our sushi was made. But damn it was good. For future reference I think the best time to go is around 9:30, b/c the first crowd is gone by then, and you can eat pretty much immediately. It's such a small place you can't help but partake in everyone's conversation. The people we were eating with knew someone my boy works with. San Francisco is really a small town when you get right down to it.
posted by Say It Loud at 12:17 PM

GROGGY

is today tuesday or wednesday? these types of questions plague me. it doesn't matter, i'm home at last. in a few moments my head will be touching the pillow and i will be taking a long deserved nap. Day two of the foosball tournament at work was a little harder than yesterday. Brian & I lost the first game to Kyle and Tal 10-7. Then we were down 1-5 in the 2nd game when we started to rally. We took game 2 by a score of 10-6. Then we won game 3 10-5. Happy days, we're undefeated. That first game defeat kind of woke us out of our slumber and we got busy. Namely, we switched back to me on offense and Brian on D. Tal has an amazing 3 man shot that I couldn't defend, but somehow Brian was able to master it. Other than foos, I did a couple of messages and watched the braves game pitch by pitch on espn.com. We play Ignacio & Michael tomorrow, which I know I'll be tense for, b/c Ignacio is really getting on my nerves these days. Yesterday after Brian & I won our game, he comes running up, "Was it hard to beat them? I'm just wondering b/c I want to know if that'll be a tough game." I have nothing against scouting per se, but the giddy way he did it wasn't low-key enough to suit my taste. And you don't base your game on someone else's game against the same opponent.

now it's time for all the things that make me cry. like the fact that kim is not doing anything to move out of our house. the fact that WE are going to have to start looking for a place to move. the fact that once we move, kim's asshole brother jeremy (even bigger asshole than kim, if you can believe it) will move into this amazing flat. bastards. it is slightly amusing to imagine this place without any of my furniture. kim will have to go buy a couch, a computer, a desk, a kitchen table, chairs, a coffee pot, etc. i can't stand kim. it eats away at me and turns my whole existence into this bitter thing. so on the one hand, moving will be a transcendent experience b/c then i can live my life in a happy manner once again. but on the other, it would make so much more sense if kim would just get his sleazy ass out of our house. i will personally donate $500 to his cause if he does so soon.
posted by Say It Loud at 5:47 PM

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH

2:30 in the am, i'm sound asleep dreaming about barry bond's homerun #500, when suddenly i am awakened from my slumber by a loud BOOM! I jump up, immediately assuming an earthquake. My boy has also jumped out of bed, and we gather at the window to see what's going on. Police blue lights are flashing, and a crowd is gathering outside Javaholics, a coffee shop on my street. We head out to the roof to get a better view, but in my sleepy haze i can't make out anything. i don some clothes and go down to investigate. Inside Javaholics is an entire crashed truck. The truck busted down the front windows/door and slammed into the back wall (cement) of the cafe. Looks gruesome. Like you wouldn't survive an impact like that. I sleepily walk back home and crawl into bed.

This morning I was out in front of Javaholics waiting for the bus to take me to work. There was police tape 'Do Not Cross' all across the front of the store, but the Javaholics staff had kindly taped it up so you could walk in and get your coffee. Amazing that such a tremendous crash would leave the entire counter & coffee equipment in working order, but the truck crashed into the back wall, not the counter.
posted by Say It Loud at 11:34 AM

THRASHING

watching the clock tick down as my pizza nears completion. it should take me 4 minutes to walk to giorgios to pick up this delishious breaded delight, so i must leave in ten. in the mean time, blogs.

people keep quitting my company now. a flurry of 'goodbye, goodluck' emails has been coming out of our building. not me, not yet. i have a foosball tournament to win. brian & i won our first game of the tourney 10-2, 10-2. Pretty sweet, especially since we switched and he got to play a little offense during the second game. tomorrow should be an easy game, but thursday will be tough. then winners move on.

another flurry of emails is coming out of cyberskipper- a whole east coast vs. west coast rivalry is springing up. i am the most vocal west coaster so far, not afraid to talk shit to Crusher or Tony or Shakes. Today west coast was in spots #1 and #2 in our league. Yet Crusher had to fire off an email about my score, a paltry 66, from last night's Braves game. One of the bad parts of east v. west is, east coasters can compose a rotting email and bomb your inbox while you sleep, letting it smolder for a good 4 hours before you awaken to peruse in the golden light of california. that is, if your power's still on.

posted by Say It Loud at 8:49 PM

BRAGGING RIGHTS

i'm listening to the not-yet released radiohead album Amnesiac-- freaking AMAZING. it comes out in june, and you should buy it immediately. in the meantime, think of me in musical ecstacy, looping tracks over and over in my head until i dream them.
posted by Say It Loud at 9:02 PM

PLEASE PASS THE BLOG

i have been talking about blogger with more people than ever before. i don't know why it suddenly hit me to share this service with my non-web friends. it just did. such a great idea. now i'll be able to keep up with my favorite ass-kicker in dc, via her own special blog. plus i told a bunch of the laid-off folks about blogger, so they can keep track of their trials and tribs during their job searches. specifically i can't wait for jared's blind date journal to hit the internet-waves. she signed up for matchmaker for 'purely scientific' reasons, i.e. she wanted to have something to write about. now here she is on date #4 with this guy, and she hasn't written a lick. maybe sense will be knocked into her lovely head sometime soon.

i wonder if anyone besides me is going to the low/danielson famile show tomorrow night. i wonder if i should make the requisite phone calls or just expect people to show up. i wonder if i want to go on wednesday night instead, or do i want to skip all this concert nonsense altogether. i probably should tell dan about it, since i owe him for last week's extravaganza at 330 Ritch. Basically, I took him to the Giants' game, then we stumbled over to 330 Ritch for the cd release party of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Little did we know that bands don't actually have to play at their release party. We found ourselves in a corner with a great view of the dance floor, watching all the teenagers groove to some Brit pop. the dj kept circling back to morrisey, which wouldn't be such a bad thing, if it didn't klunk the whole mood of the place around like a lad learning how to drive stick shift for the first time.
posted by Say It Loud at 8:58 PM

WEEKEND BLASE'

yes, my boy eventually did wake up and yes we went down to the farmer's market by the bay to load up on fresh garlic, leeks, mushrooms, spinach, etc. we even bought some bacon & eggs and went home to feast. yes, i ate bacon. and damn it was good. but today i seem to be paying the price, as my tummy feels extremely cramped with pain. The pain might be exacerbated by the pieces of chicken that were in my spring rolls from Thep Phenom last night. After feasting, we drove to the beach and sent our new kite on a mission in the skies. i finally got my loops down. we discovered that we hadn't exactly put it together correctly the last time we tried to fly it, which was most likely the cause of our failure. After kiting, it was baseball on tv all day long, then cooking up a tremendous feast for dinner.

sunday was a bit more disturbing, as my boy and i were both suffering from severe cases of bed-ridden depression. i eventually escaped out to clement street where i picked up my prescription at walgreens and bought a few books at Green Apple. Picked up a strange book called 'Sad Movies' and another 'Einstein's Dreams' that my boy has since told me isn't all that great. So I'll probably try to read it on the bus this week and take it back for something good.
posted by Say It Loud at 11:07 AM

DRINK DRANK DRUNK

our workplace let us out at 3pm on friday, ostensibly for good friday, but the email came quickly on the heels of another email letting us know that there DEFINITELY would be no raises or cost-of-living increases in our salaries this quarter, and probably next quarter too. so 3pm arrived and heidi, michelle, brian and i walked to mars to start drinkin. james met up with us and the 5 of us crammed into a cab to begin our friday in earnest over at the kilowatt. our cab driver was blasting classical music, i mean it was blaring. with 4 of us in the back seat, slightly drunken from mars cocktails and stories of michelle eating match-heads as a child, we started getting giggly, and weren't paying much attention to the cab driver as he went in a huge loop so that we found ourselves in front of mars after 2 minutes of driving. once at the bar, our clown-cab spilled us out onto the pavement and we crept into the dark abyss of kilowatt at 4pm. It's slightly disconcerting to be drinking in a dark bar while sunlight is pouring in through the open doors. But alas, the daylight stayed with us until 7:30pm.

By that time I was duly hammered and made my way out the doors, attempting to hail several cabs but settling on a 33 MUNI instead, because buses will always pick you up even if they already have riders, whereas cabs will not. To recap the kilowatt, various folks showed up during the hours we were there, and various folks faded away into the night as well. The most surprising visitor was Mike Bra$ch, an asshole who works with us, who showed up with his good buddy from high school who happens to be good friends with Jared. We were all slightly stunned, and everyone took turns on 'Mike duty', chatting with him, while yearning to return to interesting conversations at the other end of the table. It was Boo's birthday, so cake was injested along with several pitchers of anchor. As i was leaving, natasha pulled me aside and said, "I just had to tell you that after every event that you are at, all my lesbian friends want to know who you are. And I have to tell them, yes, she's nice and cute, but she has a very nice sweet boyfriend as well. Sorry ladies."

My nice sweet boyfriend cooked dinner for me when i got home, which was sadly puked up shortly after it was eaten. I have become the ultimate of lightweights when it comes to drinking. another friday night asleep before 11pm. Now i am patiently waiting for him to wake up so that we can go fly our new kite and hit the farmer's market while there's still freshness.
posted by Say It Loud at 9:46 AM

TBS : PERPLEXING AS USUAL

well the front page of the tbs site looks pretty snazzy and full of info. but venture inward, and you'll get a greasy gobbing spoonful of nonsense. This is the page i got to when i clicked the faq/contact us link. Does this make sense to anyone? in case you're tempted, don't bother logging in to access 'my stuff.' it's some sort of useless member area where they give you the same nonsensical information as seen on the aforementioned page.
posted by Say It Loud at 7:09 PM

TBS : IT'S A GUY THING

just a quickie before i kick some TBS superstation ass-- i saw a tbs commercial for itself during the braves game, and their parting image was "TBS- it's a guy thing." what the freaking hell. i must do some research into this tragedy of an advertising scheme. i can envision the ad meeting that prompted this one. something along the lines of, "hey, let's alienate people, and whoever's left will feel like part of a club."

is baseball a guy thing? no way. much less so than any other sport. for instance, last night, in front of exit theatre, heidi was telling brian & me about the mariner's japanese player who does zenlike movements as part of his batting routine. then i pointed out the trend of big time japanese players, what with shinjo of the mets. there ya go. an instance of ladies chattin about beisbol.

right, so the EXIT THEATRE last night was the closing show of eric*a blue's play 'vincenzia's talking machine.' erica works at my office, but displays her admin talents in a strange convaluted actor's kind of way. she was absolutely amazing in this piece that she also wrote. maybe that was what was so good about it- she pulled this creation from her mouth, it would be incredibly difficult to imagine anyone else doing it.

and kozmo.com is no longer.

the good times are over, ladies and gents.
posted by Say It Loud at 6:35 PM

HOPE IN SPRING

well, my boy broke the news to our roommate that we want him out. so that's good. maybe something will start moving on that front. i immediately got an email from sarah saying that her old apartment needed a roommate. it's this sweet pad near coit tower with amazing city overlooks. how do i leave this email so that my roommate will spot it? i put it in the regular inbox, so maybe he'll look at it.

negative vibes: on the bus home tonight there was a genuine asshole who sat next to me-- i was in the back row, the 5 seater, in the middle seat. there were 2 people on the very edge, and two empty seats beside me. my stuff was in one seat, and one of the guys on the edge had a bag on the other empty seat. this asshole walks straight up to me, doesn't say a word, just looks at me. i look back, and remain where i am. in fact, i think i looked down at my book. then the edge guy took his stuff off the seat and i leaned over so asshole could squeeze in. when the guy on the edge needed to leave, asshole yells 'Hey!' at me, so i turn my legs so he can get out to let the other guy out. Asshole promptly squeezes back into the edge seat and falls asleep. Then, one stop before I'm going to get out, he lurches past me, intentionally banging into me, and not saying a thing. My reflexes kick my leg out to kick him, and he ends up kicking the seat ahead of him on the way out. Then I decide to get off at this stop and slam my backpack into him getting off the bus. Rider rage. amazing.

Looks like I'm on my way to Marin for In-N-Out dinner. Plus laundry, while my boy does some work at his cousin's place.
posted by Say It Loud at 6:07 PM

FANTASY BASEBALL

it's here, and i'm already lovin' it. 183 days of baseball. this is wednesday night and i'm about to go upstairs to my room and watch the Bank Dick on DVD. just sitting here staring at the screen is making me nervous. onward- to sit and watch another screen. i tilt slightly over the edge, and could topple at any moment.
posted by Say It Loud at 8:08 PM

HUNG LIKE A HANGER

whoowhee i am just shaking off the last remnants of my hangover. last night's festivities involved jared's birthday, plus drunken commisserating with all the cool people who got laid off from my company. i guess you could say the night started off right with sake at a sushi bar in the sunset. then i dropped my bf at his cousin's house, crossed back into the city and hit the Irish Bank. A few shots and beers later, we decided to visit Jan at Skylark, where he was spinning. white russians duly injested, i find myself on the dance floor having a grand ol' time. unfortunately, everyone left just as the music was getting good, and i found myself alone in the midst of strangers at 1am. so i grabbed my jacket and headed out into the chill night air. probably should not have been driving, but hey, i made it. nonchalance? i don't mean to sound that way.

topic that came up (naturally) while we were at skylark: why does ecstacy make you appreciate electronica long after its effects have worn off (like 2 years), but if you've never tried x, you usually can't stand the music?
posted by Say It Loud at 3:13 PM

DUKE RULES SUPREME

yes, my boys have done it. i am mutedly happy today, b/c of the events of yesterday's firings, but ecstatic on the inside. Just wrote a note to a huge Cal fan who screamed 'Don't even think your team has a chance of winning it all' at me as i was playing a game of foosball back in early March. Guess what: they did. Then I get back this email saying the pac10 will get all sorts of money b/c they survived so far in the tournament. and a little bitchy complaint about how duke got help from the officiating. Lute Olson was even bitching 'oh, i saw 2 times that Jason Williams fouled out but it wasn't called.' bullshit. there were bad calls both ways. people who try to pin the win on factors such as officiating are just losers at heart.

In lieu of the firings (3 of my friends were canned), I am feeling shell shocked and disoriented today. Where's Krista? Where's Jared? Where's Jan? oh yeah, they got laid off. My two cube-mates are also gone, leaving me in a big empty cube. Brian's still here, and he's alone in his empty cube, but they'll probably consolidate us soon.
posted by Say It Loud at 2:31 PM

AX HAS FALLEN

2 of my 2 cubemates have been let go. Am I the next?
posted by Say It Loud at 2:48 PM

AXMAN COMETH

here at work, the mood is slightly tense. it's been reported on yahoo that 120 jobs will be cut from my workplace. which is pretty amusing, considering on friday, when pressed to answer if there would be layoffs, our managers all said we would be safe. i think natalie, who's a cube-mate of mine, is being axed right now, b/c my manager came over to get her and she hasn't come back yet. i almost wish it were me, b/c 6 months paid vacation is a sweet deal. would you rather keep your job or get vacation? hmm.

Went to LA this weekend, which I haven't visited for 6 years. The Getty museum is finally completed, so we went there on sunday morning. Absolutely stunning grounds-- and it's free. Thank you Getty. I guess people hated him when he was living, so he left this gift to fight karmic retrobution. Billy Gates will probably do the same thing. My favorite thing in the museum? Hard to say, but I was drawn back to the freaking Van Gogh Irises, which is a popular picture for a reason. It's so good. A gold cup from Roman antiquity, and a fabulous blue flask from 1200 AD were also cool. Walking around the grounds of the museum, I looked to the west and lo and behold, Tito's house is very visible from its mountaintop perch. Slightly embarassing.

A few hours away from a Duke-Arizona game that will hopefully result in victory for my boys in blue. Going across the brige to watch with Mikey and his momma.
posted by Say It Loud at 2:11 PM