Comments | elhoserboy: An Exercise in Verbosity, or Life is a Journey: Enjoy the Mundane Details (and Steve Perry's voice)

elhoserboy

An Exercise in Verbosity, or Life is a Journey: Enjoy the Mundane Details (and Steve Perry's voice)

Apr 07, 2004 14:20

It was through the most unusual of circumstances that I recently found myself, completely alone, in the middle of SFO's huge International Terminal, attempting to wedge an empty baggage cart onto an escalator while belting out Journey's "Faithfully" at the top of my lungs at approximately 3:30 in the morning ( Read more... )

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honestly_undone April 7 2004, 14:36:30 UTC

Totally.

I thought I was the only one who enjoyed my own company. I want to run around in an empty airport. Sounds like good times.

elhoserboy April 10 2004, 15:50:41 UTC

No, you are not alone in enjoying your own company. Well, I guess technically you are, but then again not so technically, too.

Did that make sense? I don't think it did, which would put me one step closer to the precipice of insanity.

honestly_undone April 10 2004, 16:57:57 UTC

Actually it did make sense. Perhaps we're both insane...

honestly_undone April 10 2004, 17:00:27 UTC

PS- No LJ-cut? Rock the hell on \m/

hep April 7 2004, 14:42:15 UTC

I used to drive for a living, and a regular part of the job was dropping something off at the airport every night, once at around 7 (packed and insanity), once at around midnight (still busy, but with weary people now) and once at 3am. It was completely empty then. The people that worked there that I had to drop the package off with, were all batshit insane, in a totally awesome way. I got to know some of them, and we would do things like have races on those carts, ride the baggage carosel around, have skiing contests down the escalators, have races backwards on the moving walkways.

elhoserboy April 10 2004, 08:30:22 UTC

Now I'm jealous. You see, while it is generally true that I prefer to be alone than with other people, I make exceptions for "batshit insane" people. The type of fun you describe can only be had with other crazies, and I could see myself thoroughly enjoying a skiing contest down an escalator just as much as wedging a baggage cart on one all by myself.

Out of curiosity: What, exactly, was the "something" you had to drop off?

hep April 10 2004, 15:34:04 UTC

fine uncut colombian flake cocaine, direct in from the ports of SF destined for the us interior.

Ok just kidding. It was a package of like, papers, movie reels, film, etc that was sent to the hollywood part of place that I worked several times a day.

devildoll_666 April 7 2004, 15:03:06 UTC

You are the single most entertaining, interesting person I've ever read about. I think it'd be the funnest thing to hang out with you and just do stuff.

I had a similar situation when I went to a film in the afternoon. I was the only one in the theater. So of course I watched the movie from behind the screen. Did you know that there is an empty space under and behind movie screens? I didn't. But I sure do now. Yey backwards movie!

elhoserboy April 10 2004, 08:41:46 UTC

My memory being what it is, I have only a vague impression of leaving a theater one time (via one of the exits located on either side of the screen) and watching the credits roll from behind... I recall being very intrigued, but I hadn't thought about it again until your comment reminded me. Yey backwards movie, indeed!

devildoll_666 April 10 2004, 09:07:48 UTC

You should try to get into an empty movie. I promise it won't be disappointing!

Totally. trancelation April 7 2004, 15:06:19 UTC

You have no idea how giddy that post just made me. Journey, SFA at three am, and neurosis. If I wasn't convinced to go stalking around San Fransisco, hiding in your bushes and snooping around up front before this, I certainly am now (and will probably do so dressed as a mailman).

My mother has been a Journey fanatic since day one, and she did her best to pass it onto me. Steve Perry and Journey was esentially the only music that existed in my life for my first twelve or so years, including the nine months spent in the womb. Journey was also my first concert, at age seven. My mother and I have vowed to get tattoos of the Journey Scarab sometime before we die. She even took a photo in front her favourite Steve Perry poster while pregnant with me and threatened to send it to Mr. Perry, claiming that I was actually his child, and not Mr. Bruce Webster's. (This displeased my father greatly and amuses me to no end. One can't help but wonder why they divorced so early, right?) It's a bond my mother and I strongly share. While your level of ( ... )

Re: Totally. elhoserboy May 5 2004, 16:53:26 UTC

You brilliant, brilliant girl! The only reason I ever write in this thing is in the hopes that one of my posts might elicit a comment that wows me with its style, or dazzles me with its wit, or whose substance makes me laugh or think or both. Upon receiving such a comment, I hit the 'reply' button only to fumble with words for a while before reading the comment again and marveling at the expertly crafted sentences that somehow manage to use my words as a springboard for some glib response that, with respect to my post, shouts out "I GET IT!" without resorting to the phrase itself (or shouting), and with respect to its author, betrays a combination of intelligence and wit that seems to be all too rare...

Your comment was amazing. And faced with the daunting task of replying to such a comment, I think I will simply leave it at that.

A few points, however:

1) When you say that my interest in Journey surely cannot match your own, you are correct. My interest far exceeds anything you could even comprehend. Before you try and refute ( ... )

simulacrum April 7 2004, 15:25:21 UTC

Brian, you've tapped into the secret of the Universe: the way to win chicks over is to be really really eloquent. You have a fanbase. What are you gonna do about it? I wish I was half as good a writer as you are.

Use a fucking LJ cut tag, tho, bro. I'm only saying this cuz I'm your friend.

elhoserboy April 10 2004, 16:03:53 UTC

Tanya, I'm afraid I must correct you: the way to win over chicks is to have a really really big penis. But I think being eloquent probably comes in a close second.

You wish you were half as good a writer as me? What does that mean? Are you saying that you think I'm, like, totally awesome or are you saying you think you really suck? I don't think you suck, but maybe I don't think I'm that good. And what does 'good' mean, anyway? And why can't I just take a compliment and say, 'Thanks'? Also, why am I such an idiot?

Wait, don't answer that last one...