Montue
"Stop that, deflowering my phone!" -Ashlea, 08/21/2004
So Jeremy bailed at the last minute. But the next minute after that -some sort of second first minute, if you will- I made plans with Nathan Aldrich to visit him in Ames during those days which I'd already taken off work. Boo-yah. It was good times, and I drove really fast. I drove really fast because the speed limit in Iowa is ridiculously low, and if I'm speeding, I might as well really go for it.
But anyways, I got there, and it was good times. As it turns out, Eric Wall was also planning a suddenly-planned visit near the end of my own, and Dan Blackburn was moving back into town. Eric also had his twenty-first birthday, so we had a not-really-a-birthday-party-party. Since Maxim is one of his roommates, it was like a New Year's party, except with liquerhol and without pool or that stupid dropping ball. I also got to see proof that GameCube does have some cool videogame and meet Nate's girlfriend/roommate Ashlea. Which of those two came first is a matter I never got a clear answer on, since they both said essentially opposite, but not necessarily mutually exclusive, things when questioned. In anycase, he seems to be handling it well. I don't know what I'd do.... I'm not even sure what it'll be like having Leah in Fishbein next year, and I'm not even 'formally' dating her. It's crazy times, I tell you.
So the most embarassing thing happened to me at work the other night. Or rather, it would have been if anyone had seen it happen. No one did, and since it's that embarassing, I'm not going into further deatails here.
It seems lately that I've been giving a lot of people advice about dating waitresses. ("I went home with a waitress.... the way I always do. How was I to know....") That advice is, don't do it. Maybe I'm being to harsh, but most waitresses either have children or are still in high school. Either way, not something I want my male friends tangled up in. Despite this fact, I keep being struck by a pair of waitresses from Fryn' Pan (imagine there's an 'i' after the y, and it makes more sense) who come into Denny's about once a week. One is absolutely gorgeous, a dark beuty, and the other one is also cute, with tatoos. Both have lip piercings. Lip piercings are Hott. They also happen to be quite nice, good tippers, and have cool voices. Josh, the dishawsher, seconds my opinion. But Chicago becons, and anyway, I like to try to take my own advice as much as possible. But the point is: Waitresses are attractive for a reason. They make more money that way. They also make more trouble. All college-age young men should be advised.
And finally, I have a little bit of fun in mind. I like making trouble, even when it's for my future self. Immediate gratification, and all that. Thusly, I'm using my otherwise neglected LJ to run an exercise. I do hope everyone will participate.
Ta-ta for now!
Tuewed
"Alright, guys, let's get out of here; we've done everything we accomplished." -Will Bennet, 8/4
So the past few days have been crazy mad-style. Let's do the short version. Saucestock was awesome, it restored a lot of my faith in the scene. At work, I walked into wet grout, so any remaining tread on my shoes that wasn't alreday melted or worn off is now grouted in. Jeremy is coming this afternoon, I think. I actually haven't heard from him recently. Oh, yeah, and I bought a sword. It's a katana, and it is ornamented with dandelions. I adore it. It's an actual functional one, not just ornamental, like the one Paul bought (which, incidentally, also has much poorer balance than my own). Went to see Alien Vs. Predator with Matt, after not being able to get ahold of Shaina, because she has three jobs. Ran into her by accident on our way into the theatre; she came with us. We all shared a mega-large popcorn with free refills. Then I convinced her to go with me to the new local skate movie premier. Oh, man, the crowd was hilarious. Half were drunk, half were stoned. There was also a little old lady. The theatre was so full that lots of people had to stand. Oh, yeah, and the video wasn't bad, either.
And my INR lunchbox came in the mail, fwee!
I totally meant to be asleep by now. Did I mention I own a kickin'-sweet sword?
Less than a month until I'm back in Chicago
I just met a kid named Micah, one of the founders of DAMN. He's a pretty inspiring guy. He does what I used to want to do, the free life, but he does it with direction.
I swear I just saw someone tune a mixing bowl.
All this is happening during the third annual SauceStock music festival, hosted by the rockin' Todd Lerew and the beautiful Karly. Many of the newer, younger local bands were better than I expected. The cops have only shown up once so far. One of the out-of-town bands sucked so much I can't be bothered to remember their name. I think they were from Nebraska. They wore eye make-up, and before their set they kept trying to start violent, two-person mosh pits. No one appreciated the effort.
I think Witness is ready to play now, so I'm going to go.
Wedthu
"Let's see if you can knock me out by hitting me in the back of the head." -Landon, 08/04/2004
Ok, first, I love this song, and I haven't listened to it in so long, because my CD-ROM drive drive was brokeded. "Love will never comfort you."
Oh, yeah, the song is "You'd Build a Robot" by Biscayne. I got it off Mitch forever ago; it's gotta be one of the first songs I ever downloaded.
So I had a fun night, and my neck is very tired. First event: Server meeting. We won an award, which can only really be described as a 'Pineapple of Cleanliness'. Later, I went to this concert. Five bands originally on the ticket: locals LAW, Witness, and En Memoria; joining them, two touring bands whose names I don't care about enough now to look up or remember. LAW and one touring band dropped out in advance. The other touring band was a no-show, but the weirdest one I've ever seen. They unloaded their equipment into the basement, left to find a hotel, and never came back. For four hours. The concert was billed at five, planned for five-thirty, and actually got started near six. I counted about seventeen (not including either band or their girlfriends) during En Memoria's set, and there were more for Witness. En Memoria was alright. Better than Chronic Mass, to be sure. Witness played all newer stuff, but they were still the same band. Peter broke strings. They told stories of their wacky adventures on tour. Peter tried to play hanging upside-down from the beams, and fell on his head, all in the middle of a song. There was much headbanging. Nothing was lit on fire, however.
After that, everyone hung around waiting to see if the other band would show up. We gave them until nine, but no luck. There was talk of a plan to go swimming at Wall Lake afterwards. In the meantime, a game was developed in which two people took turns whacking each other in the backside with large wooden planks. The resulting welts were impressive. Then we went swimming. Most people kept some manner of clothing on, but Will, the guy who gave me a ride, chose to discard all of his, and even did the 'truffle shuffle' under a street lamp at a passing car. We were all there maybe half an hour, and then we decided to jet before the cops came.
My family seemed to accept at face value that I had gone swimming in a lake in my underwear with semi-random people. I put on a dry pair of boxers, and headed over to hang out with Josh and his buddies like I had promised. It was the first time I had ever done table-top roleplaying, and it was pretty fun. I stole one car and helped steal three others, hung out in TJ, and killed a vampire with a sawed-off shotgun. Well, incapacitated. Then we muffified him with duct tape and dropped him in the Missouri. We didn't know he was a vampire, after all. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sell stolen cars when the only persons who can afford to buy them all seem to be vampires? It's annoying, man. My character, incidentally, loves nachos, is a lunatic, and has a crippling fear of women. It made for good times.
And then I biked home, thinking about what delicious stories of adventure I would include in my letter to Leah. Shoe Saga. It's totally the Shoe Saga. And that time we snuck out to Golden Wall. Or when I broke my leg. Or got my arm slashed open. And probably some of my dad's crazy antics.
He meant "with that board". I guess it was better if you were there.
Montue
"Neitsche says when you stare into the abyss long of enough the abyss looks back, but when I look into the abyss I thinks its plotting against me because it may think I taste good with special sauce." -HS, pd
It's hard to be vegan in summer. Especially in SD, which is why I don't even try. I'm doing the vegetarian thing, though. Mostly.
So these three chicks come into the resteraunt the other night, they all get Boca Burgers. One of them really has a voice. They came back tonight, Brandee waits on them. She notices one wearing a 'go vegan' shirt. Again, they all order bocas, but she informs them of something I thought all vegans already knew: Boca burder has cheese (which is non-vegan-speak for "Dead-baby-cows-style-unltimate-evil") in it. Uh oh! So they don't get them. But I mean, seriously, who comes to Denny's to try and eat vegan? What are you gonna get, a baked potato and dry rye toast with a side salad? Maybe some oatmeal? Then again, SF isn't noted for its abundance of vegan -or even vegetarian, grumblegrumble- resteraunts. Oh, ah.
Oh, yeah, and how's this for Jesus Muffins, yo?
Sunmon
"How did you know I had no pants?" -Lorange, pd
Check this out. I should've given him the other name. He had me move my hand so "PEN 15" wouldn't be visible, but it's there, and man did I laugh seeing it.
But this still pisses me off. Not only do they put my alias next to my name in print, but they spell my name wrong. But worst of all, they misquote me. And it's not like they misheard me, either: It was a freakin' e-mail interview! How do they just drop the P out of Atlasphere? It doesn't even make sense as they have it. I mean, really!
Interestingly enough, the top result googling for 'Ian Huisken' has nothing to do with me, though the following several all do. Crazy times.
Thufri
"Met someone at a dogshow; she was holding my left arm. Everyone was acting normal so I tried to look non-chalant." -'She's an Angel' by They Might Be Giants
Here's my case: I'm all for fighting the undead, except when it comes at the expense of swashbuckling. This is why Pirates of the Carribean is not, despite what the title may have you think, so very much a pirate movie, or at least not a good one. (A note: No movie with Johnny Depp is ever a bad movie, and I think it would be a decent movie even aside from his contribution, but not a good pirate movie. Dig?) This is so much the case that I think a title such as 'Revenge Epic and Voyage of Self-Discovery in the Carribean' might be more appropriate, if a bit cumbersome.
Now I grant you, The Pirates of Penzance is not so very much a pirate movie either, but far more so than the above title, even though it lacks a sea battle/ship boarding scene. For starters, there exist no overt elements of the supernatural. Secondly, the crew is more pirate than they are anything else, as opposed to the two crews in the other movie, one of which is more evil than anything else, and the other of which is more a collection of characters that are, frankly, a bit too colourful. Thirdly, a pirate movie is generally about either agents of order trying to vanquish troublesome pirates, or about greedy pirates trying to acquire treasure. The latter film fits in the former category; the former film insufficiently fits either. Fourthy, Pirates of the Carribean contains not nearly enough singing, even if one considers Pirates of Penzance to contain, as some do, too much. Pirates, by nature, are musical people. Everyone knows this. Fifthly, no CG. Sixthly, obviously fake parrot > monkey, in terms of pirate movie authenticity, anyway (not to be confused with actual pirate authenticity). And that's just six reasons why Pirates of Penzance is a better pirate movie than Pirates of the Carribean. When one considers other prime pirate movie elements, as can be observed in Roman Polanski's Pirates or Treasure Island (even, I may add, the Muppet version), such as wanton murder, being set adrift on a raft, or ships set blazingly on fire, not to mention such nearly essential occurances as a burial at sea, digging for treasure, and at least one really good backstabbing, all of which are absent from Pirates of the Carribean.... well, you get my point.
And that self-discovery thing was sooooo very much a Treasure Island rip-off, too.
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