So this weekend was another bust. I spent most of the time fucking around with Illustrator. That program is the best thing since sliced bread. I have no idea what I’d do without it. Actually, I probably would’ve been out shopping or doing something involving human interaction.
I did my taxes late last night and will be expecting a good chunk of refunds. I’m trying to think what I’m going to do with the money. Perhaps a new computer. Perhaps a nice vacation (I won’t get sick this time around). Who knows
I was on the phone with Norman last night. He was talking about how things were going with his new girlfriend. Nonchalantly he used the word “love”. Right then, I asked him, “How the fuck are you using the word ‘love’.” Naturally he defends his choice of words, but what the fuck? That is probably the nastiest four-letter word in the English language. Ugh.
Everyone I talk to about the breakup of Unwound asks me the same question: who is Unwound. I don’t have anything to say to that. Oh well. I’ll just listen to their shit.
This only goes to show how slow I am.
Lately, I’ve been listening to Unwound practically nonstop. The noise that they create gives my brain enough energy to keep on going; it’s been the gas to my engine. So here I am at work listening to Unwound during my lunch break, and I decide to check out the Kill Rock Stars site. On the home page, they have a notice saying that Unwound broke up with a bunch of tributes.
What is making me very wary of this is that this is dated 4/1/02. Perhaps it’s just my denial seeping through.
I went shopping this weekend for the first time in months. I bought a couple of shirts from Banana Republic and some eyeshadow from Sephora. I love the glitzy stuff sometimes, so please don’t shoot me. I still want to go to Melrose and get some things that are a bit more funky.
Although Daylight Savings Time has begun, I’m amped up on tons of coffee so I don’t feel it. Perhaps tonight when I collapse I’ll let out a bunch of obsenities.
I love Fridays. It seems, even though I have to work, that all of the stress is taken out of the grind. Perhaps it is psychological, but the feeling is quite liberating.
I still have to do some edits of my zine Art in Deep Koma and will hopefully finish it up by Saturday. I’m at a loss for what I want to do for the second issue. Hopefully doing this zine gets easier as time goes by. Ugh.
Well my mortality flashed before my eyes last week. True I am being a bit melodramatic, but that’s just the nature of my being.
On the exact day of my birthday, I caught the flu that knocked me on my ass for the rest of the week. I was supposed to go to San Francisco, but I was confined to my bed because I had no energy to get up. Such is my life.
Anyhow, now that I actually have some amount of energy, I have been in the final draft of my zine. I will hopefully get that out this weekend for mass consumption. I have also started the second issue which will be more scathing and less “froofy” so to speak.
Being as how I have no life, that’s the only update that needs coercion.
I was supposed to go see Dead Low Tide this past Saturday. No motivation. I’ve been writing my zine. It’s actually getting done. Some motivation.
Now I have a vacation coming up at the end of the month. I’m celebrating my 23rd year alive. It’s making me Discordian thoughts. Is it too late to go back in the womb?
Tomorrow is Milemarker at the Spaceland. I have no idea what to expect, but I’m sure it will be good. Everyone should pick up their latest album, Anaesthetic. It is their most solid album to date. Mmmmmm…..
And it is bloody cold here. There’s a frost advisory, and it’s fucking LA! Makes me wish I didn’t have to go to work.
There is actually a live show coming to town that is exciting me. Yes, Milemarker will be playing before a live audience here on the West Coast. I’m schlepping my ass up to Santa Barbara to see them play on Monday. Then on Thursday, they will be at my favorite venue of all: the Spaceland. So right now, I’m just about as giddy as anyone can be for this. Beware world, I am less discontent than normal.
In other news, I have announced my cabinet to depose the government illegally set up by George W. Bush. I’m sure my Minister of All Things Torture will be quite happy with that. Shit. That means I have to find someone to be my executioner (to kill others oppose me, not to kill me). True, I have much to plan out for my reign, but no one will stop me, the Emperor of America!!!!!
