fair is fair!
what's that movie with christian slater? i should know this.
hillary asked me what rock star i would be if i could be any rock star in the world.
i said that was a really good question, and asked her the same.
she said metallica.
i told her i thought that was very endearing of her.
i still haven't come up with a good answer.
the legend of billie jean...i want to be whoever sings that we can't afford to be innocent song. just for fun. yeah, i want to be pat benetar.
hillary asked me what rock star i would be if i could be any rock star in the world.
i said that was a really good question, and asked her the same.
she said metallica.
i told her i thought that was very endearing of her.
i still haven't come up with a good answer.
the legend of billie jean...i want to be whoever sings that we can't afford to be innocent song. just for fun. yeah, i want to be pat benetar.
posted by gijyun |
1.31.2005
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friday potpourri!
a tragedy in less than ten minutes
chorus: (knocks on king’s door) fuck dude, we’re hungry already.
rex: (opens door, half-awake) wha? what the fuck? i was sleeping.
chorus: that’s great, but we’re starving and dying.
rex: but, i thought we lived in the greatest city ever. i would know, i made it so when i took this shithole over like, a score ago or whatever.
chorus: yeah, but for like, a grip we’ve had this nasty ass plague. our plants are dead, babies are dying, look at [our collective] face! we’re fucking hungry!
rex: well shit, is appollo mad at us or something? i thought he and i were pretty good friends. let’s see what’s up.
some guy: yeah, appollo’s pissed. something about ya’ll being blind.
chorus: wail! cry!
rex: check it out – i’m rad. i love you guys. i’ll fix it. remember when i came here after i answered the big sandcat’s question and proved that i’m all smart and your king was murdered and I totally came here and tore shit up? watch me do it again. i walked like seven miles to get here a long time ago because some dipshit said i’d kill my dad and fuck my mom and then some other guy said i was a bastard, so i was all “i’m out,” and then i came here and saved ya’lls asses by chance.
chorus: we love you too. go get us food and stuff.
rex: who’s gonna step up to bat to tell us wtf is going on?
chorus: well there’s this old blind guy that says he knows stuff because the gods tell him.
rex: hmm. let’s have at it.
(enter blind guy)
blind guy: you suck, rex!
rex: wtf, mate?
blind guy: yeah, you ruined everything. i’m totally tortured. you should get on up outta here.
rex: what biotch? you better spill what you know.
blind guy: no.
rex: yes.
blind guy: no.
rex: yes. if you don’t you’re a dead man.
blind guy: aight then. you totally brought shame to this town and you suck ass. i’m glad I can’t see your ugly ass face.
rex: why I oughta…
blind guy: dude, seriously. You should look up the word “irony” because your greek ass is about to wipe up this whole town with your patheticness.
rex: dictionaries don't exist yet, but i'll tell you right now that "patheticness" isn’t even a word. gtf outta here, crazy fuck. it was probably my punk ass brother-in-law who’s behind all this. greedy bastard.
blind guy: aight, but don’t say I didn’t say I told you so.
(exit blind guy)
rex: great. well that was really helpful.
chorus: blah blah blah foreshadowing blah blah blah.
rex: get my brother-in-law creon’s ass in here.
(enter creon)
creon: whuddup?
rex: you totally fucked me.
creon: nu uh.
rex: yah huh. you’re outta here.
creon: whatever – i didn’t do shit. you’re wrong. but i’ll leave anyway because you’re an ass.
chorus: blah blah blah foreshadowing blah blah blah.
(enter jocasta)
jocasta: wtf? Where’s my brother going?
rex: baby, i’m so confused. the gods are saying I’m a dick.
jocasta: no way baby. i’m an atheist – the gods are full of crap. (to the audience - “like when they said my first baby daddy would die by the hands of our first son and we totally just had the baby’s feet bound and transported his ass to a mountain to die? yeah, we fucking showed them. what what.”)
rex: i dunno, i’m still scared because when i was growing up in that other town, i heard that i was destined to do some stupid shit, so i just straight up left. c-ya.
rex & rocasta: hahahahaha! gods are stupid!
chorus: hey, we’re still fucking hungry. gimme a dollar.
rex: i’ll do better than that – i’ll find the asshole who killed your king and whoop his ass. watch. somebody’s gotta know something.
chorus & jocasta: well laius, the king before you, was murderd on a road trip. only one dude saw the whole thing.
rex: hey, one time I killed a guy on a road trip; did that guy say who did it?
et. al: yeah, he said it was like bandits or something.
rex: word! i was just one guy, not bandits, so we’re still doing pretty rad!
everyone: yay!
(enter dude from other town)
dude from other town: whuddup, rex, your dad’s dead.
rex: wha?? for reals?
dude..: yup. he was all old and then he just keeled over.
jocasta: see, I told you the gods were retarded. you didn’t even kill that fool.
rex: yeah, my curse is a load of crap.
dude…: que?
rex: yeah, some a-hole told me a long time ago that i was supposed to kill my dad and bang my mom, so i peaced outta there. that’s how i got here.
dude…: well, you didn’t have to leave there, then – cause that wasn’t your real dad. i gave you to them because some old ass shepherd guy on the hill brought you because he was supposed to kill you and i was all, naw dawg, he’s just a baby. i’ll give him to these barren-ass royal heads i know. your feet were bound and shit. it was fucked up. shmears
jocasta: wha?? who?? oh crap, i’m gonna spew. i’m totally embarrassed and devastated!
(exit jocasta)
chorus: what was that all about?
rex & dude: (communal shrug) i’oknow.
rex: well bring that shepherd in here.
(enter shepherd)
shepherd: whuddup?
dude…: hey, remember like, forever ago when you were gonna kill that baby and i took him instead?
shepherd: no.
dude…: ya huh. like forever ago?
shepherd: oh yeah – that was when i was laius’s slave, and he was all, hey, my son’s destined to kill me and bang my wife. get rid of him. but i took pity on the infant’s hog-tied ass and gave him to you, so you could take him to that town to be raised by that barren-ass royal couple.
rex: no shit? fuck!
chorus: fuck!
rex: fuck!
(exit rex)
et al: fuck!
chorus: oh, we’re totally fucked. let’s carry on about how fucked we are for long enough so jocasta hangs herself and rex pokes his eyeballs out!
(enter random court dude)
random court dude: dude – jocasta just hung herself!
et al: fuck!
random court dude: rex poked his own eyeballs out! it was gross!
et al: fuck!
(enter rex)
rex: i’m fucked!
chorus: fuck yeah you are!
(enter creon)
creon: dude, you’re fucked.
rex: yah, i know dude, i’m fucked. take care of my daughters.
creon: ...aight.
rex: ...late.
(scene)
have a good weekend.
posted by gijyun |
1.28.2005
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2:05 AM
not one but two reasons i don't fucking live in boulder...
posted by gijyun |
1.27.2005
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4:12 PM
funny, i felt a lot cooler before i wrote this.
it can be argued i'm a decent net researcher.
aside from landing me a seriously decent job, i've come to find that i know a lot about people in this town i've never met.
take, for instance, dj sara t. i found her website while googling for work one day back in february 2004, and though her website had long since been updated, i noticed that she's pretty active around town.
she single-handedly (i think) facilitated dancetron, a bi-monthly event that's graced my feature more than once.
around the way, i found that she's also part-owner of chielle, a store on broadway i wrote about last week.
through the small network of active folk in town, i found her livejournal, which led me to ilikelasagna.com and other people who always write about being in the same place i was at the same time.
she helped arranged the art show at sputnik that opened a few weeks ago.
i even had her linked on this very page for quite sometime.
recently, she posted the albums she recommended to her eye doctor who has a 300-disc changer, including air, carol king, tosca, tortise and al green.
she's also featured in this week's westword.
aside from landing me a seriously decent job, i've come to find that i know a lot about people in this town i've never met.
take, for instance, dj sara t. i found her website while googling for work one day back in february 2004, and though her website had long since been updated, i noticed that she's pretty active around town.
she single-handedly (i think) facilitated dancetron, a bi-monthly event that's graced my feature more than once.
around the way, i found that she's also part-owner of chielle, a store on broadway i wrote about last week.
through the small network of active folk in town, i found her livejournal, which led me to ilikelasagna.com and other people who always write about being in the same place i was at the same time.
she helped arranged the art show at sputnik that opened a few weeks ago.
i even had her linked on this very page for quite sometime.
recently, she posted the albums she recommended to her eye doctor who has a 300-disc changer, including air, carol king, tosca, tortise and al green.
she's also featured in this week's westword.
notes to self
there's a small chance we might get to see ian brown when i'm in new york. i haven't told work that i'm taking a vacation. i should get on that, no?
my fictional piece, affectionately titled "stevie nicks owes me $4.50 plus tip: a two-part story that should really just be one part" was rejected to both journals i sent it to.
back to the dralling board.
my fictional piece, affectionately titled "stevie nicks owes me $4.50 plus tip: a two-part story that should really just be one part" was rejected to both journals i sent it to.
back to the dralling board.
well, there's a nice little ditty.
hmm... i haven't felt this tingly since byron (has the congo since disintegrated?) introduced me to matt pond pa.
yeah, it's time to be nervous. i'm close to dancing around my office to this stuff.
i found sam bisbee over on mystery & misery, who, by the way, has never let me down on anything i've found there. it's like a random jackpot of cool shit.
here's a handful of mp3's. pay attentino to high on you and cubicle love song, the "dyslexic heart of 2005." awwww.
yeah, it's time to be nervous. i'm close to dancing around my office to this stuff.
i found sam bisbee over on mystery & misery, who, by the way, has never let me down on anything i've found there. it's like a random jackpot of cool shit.
here's a handful of mp3's. pay attentino to high on you and cubicle love song, the "dyslexic heart of 2005." awwww.
posted by gijyun |
1.26.2005
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1:12 PM
disclaimers, like vacations, are for pussies.
let's get down to brass effing tacks.
so, remember a few weeks ago when page thought it'd be a good idea to swing by the porn shop?
i laughed. you laughed. all at page's expense - the way it should be. good times.
good things happened - 'pam and tommy video' is now a regular entry in my search strings; my traffic was through the roof; some handsome bearded fella emailed me out of the blue with a hankering for runaway truckramp and beers.
can't complain.
but, like most parties, one overzealous reader brings the fun to an end with a simple email to an editor regarding such trashy content, and zing - with or without a disclaimer, there goes a link and half my traffic.
sigh.
i feel a little like gibbons did when the FCC made their crackdowns. but we can still party with the few of us left, right? we can still get down.
'specially since no one's watching now.
so, in the words of my dearly departed cohort (who promises he'll update soon...), i'm going to do this now before they make it illegal (but i'm going to spell cheney correctly. sorry jon.):
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
shit shit shit shit shit shit shit
cock cock cock cock cock cock cock
balls balls balls balls balls balls
tits tits tits tits tits tits tits
dick dick dick dick dick dick dick dick
asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole
bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
motherfucker motherfucker motherfucker
bush bush bush bush bush bush bush bush bush
cheney cheney cheney cheney cheney cheney
rice rice rice rice rice rice rice rice rice
fcc fcc fcc fcc fcc fcc fcc fcc fcc fcc
mississippi mississippi mississippi mississippi
help help help help help help help help help
...so, whay have you all been up to?
so, remember a few weeks ago when page thought it'd be a good idea to swing by the porn shop?
i laughed. you laughed. all at page's expense - the way it should be. good times.
good things happened - 'pam and tommy video' is now a regular entry in my search strings; my traffic was through the roof; some handsome bearded fella emailed me out of the blue with a hankering for runaway truckramp and beers.
can't complain.
but, like most parties, one overzealous reader brings the fun to an end with a simple email to an editor regarding such trashy content, and zing - with or without a disclaimer, there goes a link and half my traffic.
sigh.
i feel a little like gibbons did when the FCC made their crackdowns. but we can still party with the few of us left, right? we can still get down.
'specially since no one's watching now.
so, in the words of my dearly departed cohort (who promises he'll update soon...), i'm going to do this now before they make it illegal (but i'm going to spell cheney correctly. sorry jon.):
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
shit shit shit shit shit shit shit
cock cock cock cock cock cock cock
balls balls balls balls balls balls
tits tits tits tits tits tits tits
dick dick dick dick dick dick dick dick
asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole
bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
motherfucker motherfucker motherfucker
bush bush bush bush bush bush bush bush bush
cheney cheney cheney cheney cheney cheney
rice rice rice rice rice rice rice rice rice
fcc fcc fcc fcc fcc fcc fcc fcc fcc fcc
mississippi mississippi mississippi mississippi
help help help help help help help help help
...so, whay have you all been up to?
speed roundup.
last night at 'da show, i saw kathleen from the springs who introduced herself at the killers show back in september or october or whatever.
shortly after that, i lost her email address because i'm a turd.
mid scissor sisters set, we decided to get closer to the stage and get friggin crazy, and who do i bump right into but kathleen from the springs.
a good coincidence, albeit mildly embarrassing, as she introduced me to her friends as 'the girl i told you about who puts her life on the internet and did drugs last friday.'
woops.
so it turns out that i grew up with one of the guys she was with. we lived in the same neighborhood, knew the same people, even went to the same friend's funeral in 1998. his name is matt. he used to be in that band 'seconds' that was so radtastic when we were in high school.
i kept getting him mixed up with mark b. who was a skinny fuck that wore eyeliner all the time.
i just read this story, and i'll go ahead and kick my own ass. thanks.
i'm having some trouble at work deliberating whether a soda ash feed pump and a strip solution feed pump are close to being the same thing. the difference is $4,678.
jake shears is one hot piece of ace.
posted by gijyun |
1.25.2005
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9:35 AM
when the pigs try to get at you,
park it like it's hot.
that's pretty much it. i wish i could get that song out of my head.
that's pretty much it. i wish i could get that song out of my head.
posted by gijyun |
1.24.2005
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2:55 PM
experimenting with drugs is for college.
so, friday night was a good friend's going away party, and somewhere early in the night we got the cockamamey idea to eat the mushrooms we got a few weeks ago.
the entire night can be summed up with the persistent scenario of the hippies arguing to turn on phish or spearhead, and the rest of us not wanting to listen to a bunch of crap.
to be fair, i really enjoy phish (on a very secretive, closeted level). i'm not going to argue that none of those guys are remotely talented, because they are, but i'll be damned if i fall into that inescapable vein of musical monotany and terror.
i even said i wouldn't mind listening to a few phish songs, but, as it turns out, the whole story of the ghost album is NOT popular amongst blue-blooded phish heads, and 'cities' isn't even a phish song, it's a cover of the talking heads song, but no one had that track available.
ameteurs.
as for spearhead, i have a friend that's seen michael franti play four hundred thousand times, and i never go, because i know if i ever do want to go, i'll just have to wait two weeks for them to play in denver again.
seriously.
i finally made myself pass out because i kept eating altoids and drinking gin "because it tasted so good together."
the end.
the scissor sisters show tonight is out of available tickets. i'm excited.
the entire night can be summed up with the persistent scenario of the hippies arguing to turn on phish or spearhead, and the rest of us not wanting to listen to a bunch of crap.
to be fair, i really enjoy phish (on a very secretive, closeted level). i'm not going to argue that none of those guys are remotely talented, because they are, but i'll be damned if i fall into that inescapable vein of musical monotany and terror.
i even said i wouldn't mind listening to a few phish songs, but, as it turns out, the whole story of the ghost album is NOT popular amongst blue-blooded phish heads, and 'cities' isn't even a phish song, it's a cover of the talking heads song, but no one had that track available.
ameteurs.
as for spearhead, i have a friend that's seen michael franti play four hundred thousand times, and i never go, because i know if i ever do want to go, i'll just have to wait two weeks for them to play in denver again.
seriously.
i finally made myself pass out because i kept eating altoids and drinking gin "because it tasted so good together."
the end.
the scissor sisters show tonight is out of available tickets. i'm excited.
it's true!
i can be financially responsible!
i just bought a plane ticket to new york city to visit jones and her husband, for one-hundred ninety eight dollars and eleven cents.
and i'm only missing two days of work, which will be covered by my newly-replenished vacation time.
...fuck...yeah.
i just bought a plane ticket to new york city to visit jones and her husband, for one-hundred ninety eight dollars and eleven cents.
and i'm only missing two days of work, which will be covered by my newly-replenished vacation time.
...fuck...yeah.
posted by gijyun |
1.21.2005
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3:00 PM
friday potpourri
it's payday, fools.
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this weekend is the last to nominate someone for westword's mastermind award for artists.
five (5) $4,000 awards will be given in the categories of visual arts, performance arts, film/video/media, literary arts and fashion/design.
public nominations will be reviewed and awards will be granted to locals who have done a significant duty to change denver's cultural landscape.
remember that it's anne with an 'e'.
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i think if you want to be a rock star, you don't count until you use your first 'sh'mo.'
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le gasp! les coz est une prevert!
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you heard it here first: VACATIONS ARE FOR PUSSIES.
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...yeah, i know. i'm throwing in the towel; this is ridiculous.
this weekend is the last to nominate someone for westword's mastermind award for artists.
five (5) $4,000 awards will be given in the categories of visual arts, performance arts, film/video/media, literary arts and fashion/design.
public nominations will be reviewed and awards will be granted to locals who have done a significant duty to change denver's cultural landscape.
remember that it's anne with an 'e'.
i think if you want to be a rock star, you don't count until you use your first 'sh'mo.'
le gasp! les coz est une prevert!
you heard it here first: VACATIONS ARE FOR PUSSIES.
...yeah, i know. i'm throwing in the towel; this is ridiculous.
hi!
have you met my band of child molesting friends?
gross. i don't get it, and i certainly don't like it.
on a ligher note, see if you can watch emiliana torrini's new video (via schteve, the molester in the top photo). if that doesn't work, you can go directly to the source, like you do with gossipers.
emiliana torrini is one of my favorites. mighty's, too, if i remember correctly.
it's 73 degrees and sunny in denver right now. you wish you were here.
gross. i don't get it, and i certainly don't like it.
on a ligher note, see if you can watch emiliana torrini's new video (via schteve, the molester in the top photo). if that doesn't work, you can go directly to the source, like you do with gossipers.
emiliana torrini is one of my favorites. mighty's, too, if i remember correctly.
it's 73 degrees and sunny in denver right now. you wish you were here.
posted by gijyun |
1.20.2005
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2:57 PM
poly sigh 101
oh, you're doing the whole not one damn dime thing today?
no really, that's awesome. you're so proactive.
what's that? i'm sorry, there was a dreadlock in your face, i couldn't hear what you said.
oh, you had to buy a lighter because you just bought an eighth? word. word up.
i bet your dealer is totally not going to spend that $60 today. on anything. and since it was an 'under the table' transaction, i understand your argument that it 'doesn't count.'
oh, i see you're blaring your stereo and surfing the web for candid anistasio shots. you know that you're technically spending money, right?
yeah man...whatever. it's the act of doing. i see your point.
you'll show those fucks in washington.
no, no...not washington state, washington d.c. ...you know, for the inauguration today?
no, inauguration...you know, for the president?
well, yeah, it was really sad about leftover salmon's hiatus and all, but that's not what the spending blackout is for today.
what?...oh, okay. yeah, rallying does sound fun today, what with the weather and all, but i'm off to work. before you go, though, i suggest you indulge in something truly educational.
yeah, dude. peace out to you, too.
no really, that's awesome. you're so proactive.
what's that? i'm sorry, there was a dreadlock in your face, i couldn't hear what you said.
oh, you had to buy a lighter because you just bought an eighth? word. word up.
i bet your dealer is totally not going to spend that $60 today. on anything. and since it was an 'under the table' transaction, i understand your argument that it 'doesn't count.'
oh, i see you're blaring your stereo and surfing the web for candid anistasio shots. you know that you're technically spending money, right?
yeah man...whatever. it's the act of doing. i see your point.
you'll show those fucks in washington.
no, no...not washington state, washington d.c. ...you know, for the inauguration today?
no, inauguration...you know, for the president?
well, yeah, it was really sad about leftover salmon's hiatus and all, but that's not what the spending blackout is for today.
what?...oh, okay. yeah, rallying does sound fun today, what with the weather and all, but i'm off to work. before you go, though, i suggest you indulge in something truly educational.
yeah, dude. peace out to you, too.
get out of my (head)
any sibling of mine, when prompted, will gladly tell you there are two actions one can provide to drive me insanely, violently angry:
1.) physically pinning me down and/or slapping me in the face - oh...oh my god, i can't even tell you. i'm getting pissed off right now just thinking about it.
2.) singing billy ocean's classic, "get out of my dreams (and into my car)."
i blame the latter on my 2nd grade crush, who sang the horrid ballad at our 2nd grade talent show.
what found its way under my flesh and wriggled there for hours on end was not that my mad scientist older brother used to take it upon himself to sing the wretched lyrics into my ear for hours on end, or that he used to taunt me for liking boys (when clearly, short-haired ian was a boy, and was supposed to like girls), but that when ryan ashby lip-synched that song, he must've brought the track on vinyl, because i can vividly recall the first time i was ever so annoyed that i started to black out.
practicing in the gymnasium, naturally, so the acoustics were blindingly awful...
the record starts to skip...
GET OUT OF M-...GET OUT OF M-...GET OUT OF MY DREAMS...GET OUT O-...GET OUT OF MY DREAMS...AND INT-...GET OUT OF MY DREAMS...AND INTO...GET OUT...GET OUT...GET OUT...GET OUT...
i'm pretty sure that was the definitive starting point of my masked internal rage.
...and why, this morning, when i heard that song on some retarded radio station as i was scanning, i started screaming without my knowledge, and didn't notice the red light turn green, and people flipping me off, and had a homeless guy wave at me and mouth the words, "i know how you feel."
1.) physically pinning me down and/or slapping me in the face - oh...oh my god, i can't even tell you. i'm getting pissed off right now just thinking about it.
2.) singing billy ocean's classic, "get out of my dreams (and into my car)."
i blame the latter on my 2nd grade crush, who sang the horrid ballad at our 2nd grade talent show.
what found its way under my flesh and wriggled there for hours on end was not that my mad scientist older brother used to take it upon himself to sing the wretched lyrics into my ear for hours on end, or that he used to taunt me for liking boys (when clearly, short-haired ian was a boy, and was supposed to like girls), but that when ryan ashby lip-synched that song, he must've brought the track on vinyl, because i can vividly recall the first time i was ever so annoyed that i started to black out.
practicing in the gymnasium, naturally, so the acoustics were blindingly awful...
the record starts to skip...
GET OUT OF M-...GET OUT OF M-...GET OUT OF MY DREAMS...GET OUT O-...GET OUT OF MY DREAMS...AND INT-...GET OUT OF MY DREAMS...AND INTO...GET OUT...GET OUT...GET OUT...GET OUT...
i'm pretty sure that was the definitive starting point of my masked internal rage.
...and why, this morning, when i heard that song on some retarded radio station as i was scanning, i started screaming without my knowledge, and didn't notice the red light turn green, and people flipping me off, and had a homeless guy wave at me and mouth the words, "i know how you feel."
posted by gijyun |
1.19.2005
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8:59 AM
there comes a time
in every overzealous spender's life whence a decision must be made.
i'm talking, friends, about sxsw. or coachella. the duel for disposable income is upon me.
in any case, here's an updated list of crap i hope to catch:
1/24 - scissor sisters @ the gothic
1/31 - luna @ the fox
2/1 - the hot iqs @ larimer lounge
2/11 - secret machines @ the fox
2/28 - hot hot heat @ the fox
i've heard tell of the fiery furnaces @ the fox sometime in march, but they forgot to update their website since september.
autolux confirms for coachella. the futureheads, radio4 and rilo kiley too.
ray lamontagne, dressy bessy, and matson jones are all up in the air, depending on whether or not i can strike a deal.
death cab for cutie signs with atlantic.
here's a pretty good read from westword re: denver's music scene.
golden fiddle is, you might say, dominating.
...dudes, the adobe creative suite i convinced the boss to buy just got here. awwww, yeah.
i'm talking, friends, about sxsw. or coachella. the duel for disposable income is upon me.
in any case, here's an updated list of crap i hope to catch:
1/24 - scissor sisters @ the gothic
1/31 - luna @ the fox
2/1 - the hot iqs @ larimer lounge
2/11 - secret machines @ the fox
2/28 - hot hot heat @ the fox
i've heard tell of the fiery furnaces @ the fox sometime in march, but they forgot to update their website since september.
autolux confirms for coachella. the futureheads, radio4 and rilo kiley too.
ray lamontagne, dressy bessy, and matson jones are all up in the air, depending on whether or not i can strike a deal.
death cab for cutie signs with atlantic.
here's a pretty good read from westword re: denver's music scene.
golden fiddle is, you might say, dominating.
...dudes, the adobe creative suite i convinced the boss to buy just got here. awwww, yeah.
posted by gijyun |
1.18.2005
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10:53 AM
h. caulfield revisited
page starts school again on wednesday, after a three-year hiatus following her DUI conviction(s).
i'm actually jealous.
auraria campus is understood to be so unconventional that it goes all the way back to being a traditional campus. until the semester after i graduated, it was the only university campus in the country that had working billiards and a bar.
i have never, ever, been a good student. clever, sure; i was usually a 'b' average honor roll person, but only because i've been able to fake my way through just about everything.
shit. look where i am now.
i don't recall a single episode of doing homework at home, or, you know, studying. i was just really good at getting trashed, waking up early and going to school at 6 a.m. to get all my crap done, and making up some brilliant feedback to a book i didn't read (the key is being able to tie anything into the words symbolism and rhetoric: anything can symbolic, and nobody really understands what rhetoric is, anyway, so they can't argue with you).
now all i have to do is figure out how to apply that logic to the engineering industry. or at least find the will to stop fucking around on the internet all day.
...in any case, read this.
i'm actually jealous.
auraria campus is understood to be so unconventional that it goes all the way back to being a traditional campus. until the semester after i graduated, it was the only university campus in the country that had working billiards and a bar.
i have never, ever, been a good student. clever, sure; i was usually a 'b' average honor roll person, but only because i've been able to fake my way through just about everything.
shit. look where i am now.
i don't recall a single episode of doing homework at home, or, you know, studying. i was just really good at getting trashed, waking up early and going to school at 6 a.m. to get all my crap done, and making up some brilliant feedback to a book i didn't read (the key is being able to tie anything into the words symbolism and rhetoric: anything can symbolic, and nobody really understands what rhetoric is, anyway, so they can't argue with you).
now all i have to do is figure out how to apply that logic to the engineering industry. or at least find the will to stop fucking around on the internet all day.
...in any case, read this.
love like a fountain.
did anyone catch snl this weekend?
i did; mostly because i'm lame, and because i wanted to see brandon flowers's hot pink leather blazer. i also caught a phonecall from jones after the kaiser cheifs show - i should just stop stalling and move there already.
anyway, the reason i asked about snl was because in some skit with rachel dratch and topher grace, they went to some art dealer's apartment - maya rudolph made ratchel dratch sit and face the corner. the dealers had rothkos hanging up on the wall.
that made me remember that i never posted about the painting my sister gave me for christmas.
page says she hates abstract art - that you can't just throw shit on a canvas and call yourself an artist, but i showed her my favorite rothko to date and she said she could understand why i like it.
i don't know if that means she liked it too, or if she thinks my tastes are predictable.
i did; mostly because i'm lame, and because i wanted to see brandon flowers's hot pink leather blazer. i also caught a phonecall from jones after the kaiser cheifs show - i should just stop stalling and move there already.
anyway, the reason i asked about snl was because in some skit with rachel dratch and topher grace, they went to some art dealer's apartment - maya rudolph made ratchel dratch sit and face the corner. the dealers had rothkos hanging up on the wall.
that made me remember that i never posted about the painting my sister gave me for christmas.
page says she hates abstract art - that you can't just throw shit on a canvas and call yourself an artist, but i showed her my favorite rothko to date and she said she could understand why i like it.
i don't know if that means she liked it too, or if she thinks my tastes are predictable.
posted by gijyun |
1.17.2005
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1:52 PM
so, after the metallica incident...
this city is...you know...
...is what?
well, let's just say i wouldn't raise my children here.
what? why?
well, like your neighborhood for instance.
...what about it?
i'd just never raise my kids there.
why? i don't get it.
well, for instance, the other day, ther was a knock on my door, and it was a friggin' gay guy!
...?
just standing at my door! a gay guy!
...um, did you answer it?
yeah.
what did he want?
i don't remeber, something about the building co-op.
so what does that have to do with him being gay?
i don't know. like i said, i just don't think i'd ever raise my children here.
(sometimes i make bad decisions.)
...is what?
well, let's just say i wouldn't raise my children here.
what? why?
well, like your neighborhood for instance.
...what about it?
i'd just never raise my kids there.
why? i don't get it.
well, for instance, the other day, ther was a knock on my door, and it was a friggin' gay guy!
...?
just standing at my door! a gay guy!
...um, did you answer it?
yeah.
what did he want?
i don't remeber, something about the building co-op.
so what does that have to do with him being gay?
i don't know. like i said, i just don't think i'd ever raise my children here.
(sometimes i make bad decisions.)
weekend one-liners
quadline skating, for all it's worth, is freaking hard.
i broke a deal with myself, again this weekend. not so much in a good way this time.
speaking of deal breakers - there's always two certainties: talking shit about denver, and a cd collection consisting entirely of one (1) metallica cd:
do you like this music?
um...sure. i don't mind it.
well, anyone who doesn't like metallica has no taste in music.
i'm outta here.
steve...seriously...i'm so sorry about your flask.
i broke a deal with myself, again this weekend. not so much in a good way this time.
speaking of deal breakers - there's always two certainties: talking shit about denver, and a cd collection consisting entirely of one (1) metallica cd:
do you like this music?
um...sure. i don't mind it.
well, anyone who doesn't like metallica has no taste in music.
i'm outta here.
steve...seriously...i'm so sorry about your flask.
just for the record:
i wear a size six and a half shoe.
it fits very nicely in my mouth.
it fits very nicely in my mouth.
posted by gijyun |
1.15.2005
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5:13 PM
ring the band that i know i'm in
friday potpurri!
WHO said i didn't have to work today? horse manuer. I LOVE WORK.
i figured, at one point, that friday potpurri was a thing of the past, especially since i'm without my trusty sidekick. i know...you've probaby moved onto greener pastures - ones with digital photos and portraits - and to that i say pshaw.
i feel just as naked as you do, if you feel naked at all.
to answer some well-appointed questions from yesterday, no - i don't frequent kitty's on broadway, but sure, if you do see me, come say hi.
let's get retarded in here.
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DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO'S BIRTHDAY IT IS TODAY?!
James Todd Smith is 38 today.
in honor of such an occasion, the el has put together a shindig in FTC, affectionately titled "LL's birthday." you can read some of the mastermind's party plans here.
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my best good friend has yet again arranged for the social event of the season. tonight is roller city blowout 2005!
and, since i haven't technically been on a pair of quadline rollerskates since 1989, i decided that tonight might be a great time to indulge in ingesting hallucinogenic fungus.
rock.
make a note: the title of any social gathering is required to contain the word 'blowout', followed by the current year.
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thanks to all NONE of you who came to the lounge meeting last night. ya'll are sleepin'.
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...maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
lovers in the backseat.
WHO said i didn't have to work today? horse manuer. I LOVE WORK.
i figured, at one point, that friday potpurri was a thing of the past, especially since i'm without my trusty sidekick. i know...you've probaby moved onto greener pastures - ones with digital photos and portraits - and to that i say pshaw.
i feel just as naked as you do, if you feel naked at all.
to answer some well-appointed questions from yesterday, no - i don't frequent kitty's on broadway, but sure, if you do see me, come say hi.
let's get retarded in here.
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO'S BIRTHDAY IT IS TODAY?!
James Todd Smith is 38 today.
in honor of such an occasion, the el has put together a shindig in FTC, affectionately titled "LL's birthday." you can read some of the mastermind's party plans here.
my best good friend has yet again arranged for the social event of the season. tonight is roller city blowout 2005!
and, since i haven't technically been on a pair of quadline rollerskates since 1989, i decided that tonight might be a great time to indulge in ingesting hallucinogenic fungus.
rock.
make a note: the title of any social gathering is required to contain the word 'blowout', followed by the current year.
thanks to all NONE of you who came to the lounge meeting last night. ya'll are sleepin'.
...maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
lovers in the backseat.
posted by gijyun |
1.14.2005
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10:26 AM
hello.
i'm anne's new template. i rock. yes, my permalink's still busted, but i'm guessing that happened in the womb and is irreversible at this point.
consider it endearing.
on with business.
now, you phuckers know just as well as i do that when your best friend randomly tells you one day that she wants to go shopping for porn, you don't sleep.
my sister would be so proud.
so you take your friend on a lovely winter sunday afternoon to two of the fine selections of trashy stores on broadway, her main goal being to find pam & tommy's video (which, by the way, is next to impossible to purchase retail), but she totally chickens out in both stores and you both leave (her excuse being that she 'felt guilty for shopping for porn on the sabbath').
sigh.
fast forward. let's make a long story short: after you get not a little drunk dancing to likes of aha! and get thrown up on by a girl WHO HAS THE RADDEST BROTHER ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET, you leave, best friend in tow, who announces that she's just tipsy enough to go back to the broadway fleshmarket.
you bite your lip trying not to laugh as she describes to the friendly porn store attendant exactly what she's looking for ('i want pretty porn. not the kind with fat trashy people or anal sex'), and take a sneaky photo with your phone.
and, of course, when she yells at you, 'you better not put that on your fucking blog!', you get right the fuck down to brass tacks.
consider it endearing.
on with business.
now, you phuckers know just as well as i do that when your best friend randomly tells you one day that she wants to go shopping for porn, you don't sleep.
my sister would be so proud.
so you take your friend on a lovely winter sunday afternoon to two of the fine selections of trashy stores on broadway, her main goal being to find pam & tommy's video (which, by the way, is next to impossible to purchase retail), but she totally chickens out in both stores and you both leave (her excuse being that she 'felt guilty for shopping for porn on the sabbath').
sigh.
fast forward. let's make a long story short: after you get not a little drunk dancing to likes of aha! and get thrown up on by a girl WHO HAS THE RADDEST BROTHER ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET, you leave, best friend in tow, who announces that she's just tipsy enough to go back to the broadway fleshmarket.
you bite your lip trying not to laugh as she describes to the friendly porn store attendant exactly what she's looking for ('i want pretty porn. not the kind with fat trashy people or anal sex'), and take a sneaky photo with your phone.
and, of course, when she yells at you, 'you better not put that on your fucking blog!', you get right the fuck down to brass tacks.
posted by gijyun |
1.13.2005
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9:49 AM
don't ask me
what's going on with my template, because i don't have a hifalutin clue.
posted by gijyun |
1.12.2005
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4:19 PM
snow falling on peters
for the love. you'd think people in denver could handle themselves with a little snow fall.
but alas, it's quarter to two in the p.m. and half of our office is out.
...unlike our phone and internet service, which was restored probably an hour ago. i thought we were supposed to be seasoned pros when it came to weather tolerance.
speaking of tolerance, i bet $5 the name of the man singing was Sacha Baron Cohen.
mid-day traffic
five fingers? meet the face. slaaap!
i'm only going to say this once, which means i'll say it many times: the lounge meeting, an open group of designers, writers, photographers and otherwise clever folk, returns this thursday night. this'll be the first meeting since the loss of my nerdy cohorts. it's always at the high street speakeasy, and is a guaranteed good time; your first drink is paid for, too.
i don't have to work this friday, so i plan on getting what you might call "shithoused."
lastly, in lieu of their upcoming show at the gothic, please raise your hand if you don't think scissor sister's 'it can't come quickly enough' isn't the best track on that cd, so that i may bitch-slap you.
(hey, remember when this guy said he thought it was annoying that i always said 'track' instead of just saying the song name? ...yeah, ME TOO.)
i'm only going to say this once, which means i'll say it many times: the lounge meeting, an open group of designers, writers, photographers and otherwise clever folk, returns this thursday night. this'll be the first meeting since the loss of my nerdy cohorts. it's always at the high street speakeasy, and is a guaranteed good time; your first drink is paid for, too.
i don't have to work this friday, so i plan on getting what you might call "shithoused."
lastly, in lieu of their upcoming show at the gothic, please raise your hand if you don't think scissor sister's 'it can't come quickly enough' isn't the best track on that cd, so that i may bitch-slap you.
(hey, remember when this guy said he thought it was annoying that i always said 'track' instead of just saying the song name? ...yeah, ME TOO.)
posted by gijyun |
1.11.2005
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1:09 PM
i'm sorry...
i wasn't aware that following instruction was part of my job description.
paternal boss via email: anne - please forward dave from blankity-blank the mailing address for shop.
what would you do? would you:
a) forward dave from blankity-blank the mailing address for the shop.
b) forward dave from blankity-blank doug's phone number.
c) forward dave from blankity-blank the phone and fax numbers at the shop.
d) forward dave from blankity-blank instructions to contact our office at least 24 hours prior to arrival.
e) all of the above.
apparently, the correct answer is 'e'.
i should go back to college.
paternal boss via email: anne - please forward dave from blankity-blank the mailing address for shop.
what would you do? would you:
a) forward dave from blankity-blank the mailing address for the shop.
b) forward dave from blankity-blank doug's phone number.
c) forward dave from blankity-blank the phone and fax numbers at the shop.
d) forward dave from blankity-blank instructions to contact our office at least 24 hours prior to arrival.
e) all of the above.
apparently, the correct answer is 'e'.
i should go back to college.
mid-day traffic.
ruuuun to yooou with oooopen arms.
the best thing about the brad/jen split? dong's poem.
does anyone have any idea wtf happened to seppo?
snow patrol, badly drawn boy and others ante the fuck up, since germany made us look like a cheap date.
scott shepherd reviews yesterday's absolute fucking NFL atrocity.
...and seriously people. not ONE a'you thought my 'quick...someone hurt my feelings' comment was funny? pfft.
the best thing about the brad/jen split? dong's poem.
does anyone have any idea wtf happened to seppo?
snow patrol, badly drawn boy and others ante the fuck up, since germany made us look like a cheap date.
scott shepherd reviews yesterday's absolute fucking NFL atrocity.
...and seriously people. not ONE a'you thought my 'quick...someone hurt my feelings' comment was funny? pfft.
posted by gijyun |
1.10.2005
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2:20 PM
drink up baby
look at the stars.
there are important life lessons one can absorb whilst ripping discs to your iPod:
1. this shit sucks.
2. god, this crap takes forever.
3. i should really work on my patience capacity.
4. no, fuck that. this shit really does take too long.
if i don't stop having such good weekends, i'll have to stop feeling sorry for myself all the time. which, in turn, might cause the universe to implode.
quick...someone hurt my feelings.
putting the seven cd's i actually bought onto an iPod makes me miss the ones i lost. mother fuck. i still can't fucking believe that. i would've been less distraught if my car would've been stolen.
seriously? my cd's? every last one of them? that's total bullshit. but i have a problem with unexpressed anger, too, so that might be part of the problem.
every time i go to the music store with the intent of replacing my songs for summer cd, i get distracted and buy something else. i was hoping i'd get it for christmas, but i forgot to tell people.
and people aren't mind readers. it's true.
i'm in love
with the world
through the eyes
of a girl
who's still around the morning after.
there are important life lessons one can absorb whilst ripping discs to your iPod:
1. this shit sucks.
2. god, this crap takes forever.
3. i should really work on my patience capacity.
4. no, fuck that. this shit really does take too long.
if i don't stop having such good weekends, i'll have to stop feeling sorry for myself all the time. which, in turn, might cause the universe to implode.
quick...someone hurt my feelings.
putting the seven cd's i actually bought onto an iPod makes me miss the ones i lost. mother fuck. i still can't fucking believe that. i would've been less distraught if my car would've been stolen.
seriously? my cd's? every last one of them? that's total bullshit. but i have a problem with unexpressed anger, too, so that might be part of the problem.
every time i go to the music store with the intent of replacing my songs for summer cd, i get distracted and buy something else. i was hoping i'd get it for christmas, but i forgot to tell people.
and people aren't mind readers. it's true.
i'm in love
with the world
through the eyes
of a girl
who's still around the morning after.
it ain't worth winning if you CAN'T WIN BIG.
motto de la ducks.
since i stepped into the office this morning, i've successfully managed to piss off eight people. the description and context is as follows:
subject: charges
action: was ingrateful to her financial advice
result: signed off and told me i have a nasty attitude lately
subject: jessKah
action: was insensitive to her iPod installation failure
result: kind of hung up on me
subject: work superior
action: corrected his mistakes on a purchase order
result: stomped out of my office (but he tripped, so i laughed silently)
subject: rocky mountain health care
action: called to have concept of a deductable explained to me...again.
result: associate told me she can't teach me the entire concept of insurance, and that i should call back and talk to another associate
subject: page
action: forgot to fax her 'fucking letter'
result: hung up on me
subject: a valiumed-out LSE
action: short-worded on IM
result: signed off after i told him he has an attitude problem
subject: boss
action: used the wrong paper for the proposal binders
result: told me to find a new dad
subject: myself
action: don't have money to go out for two weeks because of afforementioned medical bills
result: ...i just said i don't have money to go out for the next two weeks.
...so, you know, if you think you're having a pretty good day, i suggest you contact me in anyway so i can knock you right the fuck off your high horse.
since i stepped into the office this morning, i've successfully managed to piss off eight people. the description and context is as follows:
subject: charges
action: was ingrateful to her financial advice
result: signed off and told me i have a nasty attitude lately
subject: jessKah
action: was insensitive to her iPod installation failure
result: kind of hung up on me
subject: work superior
action: corrected his mistakes on a purchase order
result: stomped out of my office (but he tripped, so i laughed silently)
subject: rocky mountain health care
action: called to have concept of a deductable explained to me...again.
result: associate told me she can't teach me the entire concept of insurance, and that i should call back and talk to another associate
subject: page
action: forgot to fax her 'fucking letter'
result: hung up on me
subject: a valiumed-out LSE
action: short-worded on IM
result: signed off after i told him he has an attitude problem
subject: boss
action: used the wrong paper for the proposal binders
result: told me to find a new dad
subject: myself
action: don't have money to go out for two weeks because of afforementioned medical bills
result: ...i just said i don't have money to go out for the next two weeks.
...so, you know, if you think you're having a pretty good day, i suggest you contact me in anyway so i can knock you right the fuck off your high horse.
posted by gijyun |
1.07.2005
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1:47 PM
so much drama in the f-p-d.
five points, denver, yo.
...fucking love this town.
after returning home from a visit with my best friend from college,the old lady across the street that goes by lucy love (who's prolly well over eighty years old) was standing in the doorway of her yardless house, shouting toothless obscenities into what seemed to be nothing.
for at least ten minutes she raged; shouting things that shouldn't be said in front of young children, or a priest, or anyone who gets offended by four-lettered see-you-next-tuesday kinda jargon.
i noticed my neighbor and his lifepartner out on his balcony, so i grabbed my half-finished 90 shilling and stepped out onto the porch, since apparently shame had been thrown out the window.
it wasn't long after i had been on my own porch and finished the beer in my hand that i noticed she wasn't shouting at nothing, she was shouting at someone, but this personality was either hiding or crouching behind a car parked unknowingly on the other side of the street.
lucy love(beginning to notice her audience): bitch! you better get on up out' here before i knock the teef you got lef' outcha head!
hmmm, i thought. is that ironic? or just a coincidence?.
lucy love: you better get your dirty mexican ass from out behind that car, bitch, before i come turn it on and run you the fuck over!
so, out of nowhere, a scraggly-looking woman pops up from behind the car (who was, as it were, missing more teeth than lucy love), and begins to return the compliments being handed to her, which i'll spare you for the purpose of brevity.
the toothless women exchange insults for a few more minutes before the stranger parted into the downtown denver night, walking backwards, yelling at her enemy who still stood in the doorway on her porch, "watch the street, bitch. watch the street."
watch the street, indeed.
...fucking love this town.
after returning home from a visit with my best friend from college,the old lady across the street that goes by lucy love (who's prolly well over eighty years old) was standing in the doorway of her yardless house, shouting toothless obscenities into what seemed to be nothing.
for at least ten minutes she raged; shouting things that shouldn't be said in front of young children, or a priest, or anyone who gets offended by four-lettered see-you-next-tuesday kinda jargon.
i noticed my neighbor and his lifepartner out on his balcony, so i grabbed my half-finished 90 shilling and stepped out onto the porch, since apparently shame had been thrown out the window.
it wasn't long after i had been on my own porch and finished the beer in my hand that i noticed she wasn't shouting at nothing, she was shouting at someone, but this personality was either hiding or crouching behind a car parked unknowingly on the other side of the street.
lucy love(beginning to notice her audience): bitch! you better get on up out' here before i knock the teef you got lef' outcha head!
hmmm, i thought. is that ironic? or just a coincidence?.
lucy love: you better get your dirty mexican ass from out behind that car, bitch, before i come turn it on and run you the fuck over!
so, out of nowhere, a scraggly-looking woman pops up from behind the car (who was, as it were, missing more teeth than lucy love), and begins to return the compliments being handed to her, which i'll spare you for the purpose of brevity.
the toothless women exchange insults for a few more minutes before the stranger parted into the downtown denver night, walking backwards, yelling at her enemy who still stood in the doorway on her porch, "watch the street, bitch. watch the street."
watch the street, indeed.
further evidence that i'm totally wicked awesome.
by the light of the silvery moon, i deleted my entire buddy list last night.
...so if i lived with you in the dorms at the university of maryland between the summer of 1998 and the winter of 1999 and haven't heard from you in close to six years because you don't return my calls, you never respond to my emails, and haven't signed on in like, four years, let me know, because i lost your screenname.
and would someone please tell charges that ghosts aren't real?
posted by gijyun |
1.06.2005
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2:59 PM
laura swisher makes me wanna be non-anglo-saxon.
laura swisher confirmed to emcee SXSW awards ceremony.
great. now i really have to go.
from lauraswisher.com:
After being described by LA Weekly as “cute,” television personality and comedian Laura Swisher realized she had finally broken through an important barrier. “As an artist and as a woman,” says Laura, “It’s deeply fulfilling when a television critic sees past your innate creativity and notices your outside beauty. Too often in this industry women are only seen as 'funny' or 'important,' so it’s refreshing to finally be taken seriously for my looks.”
it's not scientific, or anything.
denver has been rated the 5th fittest city in the county, according to that stupid poll they do every year.
colorado springs came in 3rd.
seattle came in 1st.
los angeles came in 21st.
houston came in last.
that is all ye need to know.
all hail mailing lists.
modest mouse will be at the fillmore in denver on march 3.
get tickets quick.
unless, of course, you've decided that modest mouse is sooo 2004, and you make snarky comments under your breath when you hear people say that they really think good news for people who love bad news was one of the best albums from last year.
in which case, i'll make it known that being 'snarky', in and of itself, is also sooo 2004.
posted by gijyun |
1.05.2005
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5:01 PM
you forgot "ugly...lazy...and disrespectful..."
shut up bitch! go fix me a turkey pot pie.
there's nothing i like better than being called stupid AND fat...in the same day!
okay, okay.you got me. i'll stop pretending now.
thanks, guy. you rule for sure.
there's nothing i like better than being called stupid AND fat...in the same day!
okay, okay.you got me. i'll stop pretending now.
thanks, guy. you rule for sure.
girls who like boys who dig boys
paul's blonde brumhilda wig (the purpose of which still confuses me a bit) got in the way when he totally planted one on me at the zengo holiday party last night. is open-mouth kissing people of a sexual orientation other than your own frowned upon at company parties?
i've been without digital camera for well over two weeks now, and am starting to realize the traumatic effects it's had on me as a person.
and you, too. i know you've all been worried about the lack of digital representation. that's why i've stepped it up a notch.
behold...the power of paint
alliwannado
is zooma zoom zoom zoom.
so, part of my long list of undefeatable resolutions is to match the money i spend on alcohol on music.
according to my records, i spent six times as much money on alcohol last year as i did on show tickets, cd's and downloads, so i've got some catching up to do.
the last quarter of 2004 saw some decent shows in denver, including ones that i missed because i'm not rad, and a barrage of fine album releases, so 2005's surely going to have to step it up a notch.
...and it's okay. i'm sponsored by visa.
1/24 - scissor sisters - gothic theater
1/28 - ...and you will know us by the trail of the dead listening party - lipgloss
1/29 - the wrens - larimer lounge
1/31 - luna farewell show - fox theater
2/1 - hot iq's - larimer lounge
2/9 - interpol - the fillmore
2/11 - the secret machines - fox theater
2/18 - beep beep - larimer lounge
2/19 - ray lamontagne - fox theater
3/18 - my chemical romance - the fillmore
...and i have every intention of making this year's sxsw festival in march, but we all know i'm not a planner.
so, part of my long list of undefeatable resolutions is to match the money i spend on alcohol on music.
according to my records, i spent six times as much money on alcohol last year as i did on show tickets, cd's and downloads, so i've got some catching up to do.
the last quarter of 2004 saw some decent shows in denver, including ones that i missed because i'm not rad, and a barrage of fine album releases, so 2005's surely going to have to step it up a notch.
...and it's okay. i'm sponsored by visa.
1/24 - scissor sisters - gothic theater
1/28 - ...and you will know us by the trail of the dead listening party - lipgloss
1/29 - the wrens - larimer lounge
1/31 - luna farewell show - fox theater
2/1 - hot iq's - larimer lounge
2/9 - interpol - the fillmore
2/11 - the secret machines - fox theater
2/18 - beep beep - larimer lounge
2/19 - ray lamontagne - fox theater
3/18 - my chemical romance - the fillmore
...and i have every intention of making this year's sxsw festival in march, but we all know i'm not a planner.
posted by gijyun |
1.04.2005
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11:20 AM
en why ee
the tall blonde in the back is jones, one of my best friends from high school. she took me to my first 'real show' when i was 14.
it was, of course, my life with the thrill kill cult at the bluebird on colfax, and we oo'ed and ah'ed at the keyboardist in the full body latex suit and watched people shake and lurch on the dance floor.
at some point, i lost a shoe and got a bloody nose.
new years eve, 2004:
we somehow finnagle jones and her husband (pictured above, both in town from new york city) to stay in town for the holiday, and come with us to 'da club (i've always been at house parties for new year's eve, so this was an adventure for me). they spun good good music, inlcuding what we couldn't decipher between love and rockets and what sounded like thrill kill cult.
we couldn't tell, because we were distracted by my random ass nose bleed.
hah.
the funniest part is people probably thought i was high as a kite. i don't know why shoppman's dodging the photo.
at five in the afternoon,
it was exactly five in the afternoon.
i don't mean to get all garcia lorca up in your ass, but today marks my fourth donation to some tsunami relief organization. one was from me, and the others were for people i know who "couldn't afford to donate anything."
come tomorrow night, i'll have approximately $5.76 in my checking account, but i won't be on the verge of death, naked and starving, averting disease.
you can afford it, too.
i don't mean to get all garcia lorca up in your ass, but today marks my fourth donation to some tsunami relief organization. one was from me, and the others were for people i know who "couldn't afford to donate anything."
come tomorrow night, i'll have approximately $5.76 in my checking account, but i won't be on the verge of death, naked and starving, averting disease.
you can afford it, too.
posted by gijyun |
1.03.2005
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1:06 PM
