I hereby declare 'operation yuppie hut' to be halfway complete. I still have to build some shit, hang some curtains, move over a few more things, and find a sofa/couch/whatever-the-hell-the-kids-call-it-these-days, but it's already livable. The sucky part is going to be swamping out the old shithole ( Read more... )

At last someone has seen fit to recognize my greatness. Today, the city of Oakland granted me official "scofflaw" status.

Things are looking alright today. I went and checked out a new place to live that doesn't suck, costs less, and doesn't have the family of eleven upstairs screaming.

Also, cure remasters are currently rocking my poor ass.

( mmm, dirt )

Good news : 16 Horsepower dvd is cool as hell.

Bad news : they fucking broke up.

Sometimes my mind likes to play tricks on me. (No, not like the goddamn Geto Boys.) I'll think something's safely tucked away, and then out of nowhere, something will trigger it. I liken these things to psychic landmines, where you're happily walking along and all of a sudden there's shrapnel and blood everywhere. This probably doesn't make much ( Read more... )

Apparently I have the power to make it rain merely by getting on my bike.

Stupid weather.

Went and saw New Model Army last night. Easily one of the most intense shows I've seen in years. They didn't play all the songs I would've hoped for, but then again, if they played my ideal setlist, they'd probably still be on stage right now. I stumbled out of there hoarse, aching and bruised, covered in other people's nasty sweat, and grinning ( Read more... )

I'm exhausted, filthy, stinky, soaked, achey, and invigorated.

That was the best bike ride I've had in quite a while.

Time for a nice hot bath with a book and some jesu.

Well, if I decide I need to pick up chicks, I appear to have stumbled upon the perfect method : Let slip in casual conversation that you've never seen all of "Twin Peaks". This appears to invariably lead to "You HAVE TO see it. I'll watch them all with you ( Read more... )