July 31st, 2002 17:20 hours CST currently listening to: "Slide Away" by The Verve

"jeremy, if you can get your ass here, you don't need experience."
mimi
Jul 30 2002, 10:14 pm

*am now actively searching for ticket prices to get me to Singapore*

July 30th, 2002 08:40 hours CST currently listening to: "Dumb" by Garbage

Yep. I've got that "I've been drinking a bunch o beer last night and have to be at work right now" feeling. Bleh. I'm not at all hung over. Just fucking tired. Red eyes. Still smell like smoke despite the shower this morning. Regardless!!! Last night fucking ruled.

I met up with Krissy and Katie, the most wicked sister pair since..........Romeo and Juliet? Sorry. That was a vague "A Fish Called Wanda" reference that I just pulled out of my ass. Anyway, met the two of them at Lula and we shot the shit until Rachel arrived (with much aplomb) on her 67 Vespa Primavera that is pretty much her parallel in cuteness. Much snickering and grinning ensued. For once, people, I couldn't finish that turkey sandwich. I was wearing a white t-shirt that was making me look fat anyway, so whatever. After several cell phone mystery conversations we all went to Rock-n-bowl. I road with Krissy in her little black beetle. Krissy took a ride on the Primi. (arrow #1)

We met up with Mark and some other folks who's names I should remember, but still can't. Judas Priest, I'm bad at that! Krissy still holds a perfect record for be associated with the nicest god damned people on the planet. Speaking of, Vincent, Dan and Keara were there as well. I miss them to death. Hopefully I'm seeing Vincent this Friday. Anyway. Bowling ensued and, we all suck. Well, everyone but Mark. Mark has one of those freakish, bowling throws that not only launches the fucking thing into orbit around the planet, but makes it spin like hell. Despite his dick waiving disguised as bowling skill, he had mixed results. I kid. I kid. Hell, you should have seen Rachel. If she were 10 years older, she would have thrown her back out, gotten whiplash and probably had a hernia with each throw. Ah, youth.

The music in that place, even at it's low points (re: Bruce Springstein's "Born in the U.S.A."), it still makes the evening so much more fun. They even threw in "Why Can't I Be You?" God damn. It doesn't get much better than that. Tons of crazy talk happened. Lots of laugh. Several cheap beers. Way too many good looks. And on a side note, they have the nicest bathrooms I've used in a long while. Bravo. Check out the pics.

July 29th, 2002 08:40 hours CST currently listening to: "Julie and Candy" by Boards of Canada

Today I am a sad Panda. I need to be back home in bed with the lights off.

Friday: left work around 1:00 and went down to Bloomington. It's funny how we usually refer to north as "up" and south as "down". Weird. Got into town around 5:00 and made dinner with mom. Had dinner with the parents and then went to Borders to see if I could find anybody. Bumped into one of my Ex's. Jenny, the really controlling one. Followed her and her husband Peter, whom I actually adore, to a party over at Jonathan's. I hadn't seen a lot of these people in quite some time. It was nice, for the most part. Riann seemed to be all over me. Which is funny, because after we went on two dates, she completely blew me off. I got my subtle revenge later.

I went to 2nd Story to meet up with Heath. There was some alternative country show going on that night that was supposed to garner at pretty big crowd. He was right. That place got packed. I bumped into an old friend, Nick Jaquay, that I used to work with at a camp in Nashville. I even bumped into Mardi Ruann, who I knew from 5th grade through high school. That was just surreal. The bar tender at 2nd Story really knows how to make a good gin and tonic. I was even drinking Sapphire's because they were so inexpensive. Chicago needs to learn from these people. Keep your patrons drunk, that way they're not always in line getting pissed about said line, and not getting another drink. The Decanters were 2nd and were better than when I saw them back at Culture Shock in April. Trailer Bride closed and I didn't like them as much. A tad too mellow for my now completely inebriated self. Heath and I had planned to continue drinking over at the Vid, but alas, I was too toasted. Luckily it only takes about 5 minutes to drive ANYWHERE in Bloomington, so I actually drove home.

Saturday: Kicked around the house a bit. I never just sit in front of a TV and flip channels anymore unless I'm at my parents house. I don't know why I bother paying for cable. I was getting addicted to these E! Celebrity Profiles of famous comedians they were showing. Cool stuff. Mom decided to take me to the mall to buy me shorts. How could I refuse? I even scored 2 huge bottles of Spiker, which I haven't been able to find in Chicago at all. These had 33% more for free. I was oh so happy. Hah. There's also a "Hot Topic" in the mall now. That also made me happy for lots of strange reasons. I'm sure the boring, country idiots that inhabit that town think that the store is a den of sin or something. Well, it is, but only from a certain fashion taste.

Did dinner with the folks again and then watched Amelie after dinner. I knew mom would love it, but I was surprised that dad stayed to watch it all. He really liked it. I then met up with my pal Jenn and we went to Bears for a few beers. Talked about everything under the sun, which of course eventually got us talking about sex. Which then got us talking about lube, and that I don't own any and she was fresh out. So we went to the local porn shop and bought us some Astroglide. That stuff is out of this fucking world. And that's all I'll say about that right now.

Sunday I completely blew Riann off and left for Chicago instead. Taste of her own medicine. Got in around 6:30 and went into this crazy cleaning spree. I took out all of the old clothes that I don't wear or are now too big for me out of my closets and dressers drawers. I really want a new dresser. Anyway. I picked up Rachel and we went to Clarks. I haven't seen her at all lately and I miss her so much. Krissy and I are playing Cupid with her right now, which is very bittersweet. We'll see how it goes tonight.

Oh, Ben emailed me the link to the digital pics that Jen put up when airiel played in San Francisco in June. The pics are cute. I'm in the very last one. Here's the link. And yes, airiel is consistently misspelled.

July 25th, 2002 20:15 hours CST currently listening to: "The Gentle Art of Chocking" by My Vitriol

I've had this nervous energy all day. I'm excited about going back to Bloomington tomorrow. I'm at work right now, which means I get to leave early tomorrow. Like noon, I think. It will be really nice to have a full two evenings there. I already have plans to meet up with Heath and Jonesy at 2nd Story and then the Vid. I can't wait. I'm gonna get so trashed. I haven't ever really been drunk in Bloomington, and now is my time to do so. There's going to be a bunch of people at the show at 2nd Story, according to Heath. Today was kinda long, but fun. Dave and I were cracking jokes all day. I was even writing whole dialogs in my email replies to people. Just in a playful mood all day.

Ok, my friend Lucy just dropped a bomb on me. She now has a site that she's running for all you girls in search of cute vintage dresses. It's called Vintage Dive. I had no clue that she was doing this and then, WHAM, here's this site. Lucy is the first girl that ever emailed me from MOC. I still have yet to meet her in person, but I know I will some day. She's the cutest, sweetest little thing you'll ever lay eyes on, and hopefully, I'll really get to do that.

I'm just in the best mood right now. Maybe it's because I get to get some highway time in. Maybe it's because my bass player search possibly came to an end on Tuesday night, when I met Chris at Holiday. Not that I'm superstitious, but I don't want to jinx anything by talking about it yet. The ad in the Reader still has another week left. Cross your fingers for me.

July 23rd, 2002 08:55 hours CST currently listening to: "Super-connected" by Belly

Had dinner last night with Jeff and Matt at Lula. Damn, that was good stuff. I pigged out. Even had a raspberry chocolate tort for dessert. Shouldn't have done that. I'm trying to be good. I know I'm not going to be able to make it to the gym at all this week. Maybe tomorrow. We'll see. I'm going to Bloomington this weekend and I have to work way late on Thursday night. Bleh.

Came home and called Rachel. Found out that she was laid off that very day. Terrific.

The bass player search continues. I met with one guy on Sunday night and I'm meeting another tonight. Cross your fingers for me.

July 21st, 2002 13:40 hours CST currently listening to: "Bruises" by New Fast Automatic Daffodils

Wow. tired and sore. Great night last night. I can't remember what I did Friday. That's weird. maybe I did nothing. Oh well. Yesterday I went to the gym. I'm getting back into the swing of that full force, but the heat index is 105 fucking degrees and I'm not leaving my apartment until I absolutely have to. Amanda came around 5:30 and we went to Club Lucky and I had the most kick-ass grilled tuna I've ever eaten in my life. The balsamic vinegar sauce was the best. We split a tiramisu, and I ended up eating three fourths of the god damned thing. So much for the gym that day. She wanted to see the apartment where MTV filmed the Chicago season of the Real World, which I thought was amazingly cute of her. We spent a few minutes in Quimby's and I got a bunch of music magazines.

Next stop was the American Theater Company over on Byron and Lincoln. Defiant Theater's latest rib-splitting production is called "Dope". It's a hilarious account of how our government deals with drugs. A couple of funny things happened with me during this. One, I didn't realize that there was an intermission and was all set to leave when we walked outside to "get some air". I was all "there's a second half? sweet!" Yeah, I'm a dork. The program was enormous, so I simply didn't notice the written part about the intermission. I thought it was funny that they would end it during the beginning of the Reagan Administration. Anyway. The second funny thing was me walking in front of our group (Jeff, Kim, Mary, Phil, Alyssa, DJ, and Amanda) with a can of MGD in my hand that I got in the theater. Woops. you can't just walk around with that stuff.

We went to some lame bar nearby called "Grizzlies" that served the weakest gin and tonics imaginable. They were pricey too. Amanda and I bailed after two rounds and went to the Twisted Spoke for some smut and eggs. The g&t's were pleasantly stronger here. The movie they showed was pretty weak. There were tons of cum shots in the previews but practically none in the movie itself. And they had the volume off. Booooooo. Why did nobody shave in the 70's? Double boooo.

Ok, the air conditioner here in my bedroom is set to automatic and it just went on high. That's not good. Here I am in a simple pair of boxers (well, not simple in that they do glow in the dark. heh.) and I'm way too warm. The humidity in here is through the rough and if you move at all, you get sweaty. Still, I need to clean my room and make some demo CD's for the 7 or so bass players I'm meeting with this week. Ta ta.

Oh! I remember what I did Friday night. I went to see my friend Marissa's play. It's called "How To Act" and is a riot. The audience takes on the role of an acting class. The main fella is the uber-eclectic teacher and Marissa plays the dead-pan teachers assistant that looks at him blankly from her little desk in the corner and never says a word to him. It was really great. They're taking the show to New York next month. It's playing at the Lunar Cabaret, which is a few feet up Lincoln at Diversey. Go check it out.

July 19th, 2002 08:35 hours CST currently listening to: "Windows and Wall" by My Vitriol

Well, yesterday didn't turn out to be a complete bust after all. I made it to the gym, to combat my inner turmoil and depression. I kicked ass too. My Amelie DVD arrived, and the ad that I put in the reader got put in the 2nd slot and resulted in three responses within 8 hours. Fuck, that rules. One phone call and two emails. I talked to this guy, Rob, for about half an hour. He seems fantastic. I'm meeting with him on Sunday. He just moved here from San Diego. Cross your fingers for me, ok?

Now who has my fucking Krispie Kremes????

July 18th, 2002 15:15 hours CST currently listening to: "Sweetness and Light" by Lush

Fucking hell.

July 18th, 2002 08:55 hours CST currently listening to: "78 Stone Wobble" by Gomez

Great. I still have that nervous feeling in my stomach that I've had since Monday night. I really hate this. It's making my dreams all fucked up too. At least this time I can still eat. I dreamt last night of my brother. Which was a nice surprise. I was showing him around my new apartment (which of course wasn't the one I live in now) and he really liked it. We got to my bedroom and it was a total dump. I've been meaning to do a thorough clean up job on my real one since last weekend. He pointed out the ceiling fan that I had and said it was stolen. Huh? Then we were in some odd department store at a cigar counter. Penelope Cruz was at the counter there, behind some glass wall. Almost like a movie theater. I hate cigarette smoke. I hate cigar smoke even more. But I can't help but love the smell of a tobacco shop. I chalk that up with the oddness of me not liking the taste of olives, yet I love olive oil. It's just one of those things. Anyway, Dave had me try this cigar (he doesn't smoke either.) I didn't want to try it and was pushing myself away from him. He said, "it has chocolate in it. Trust me, you'll like it." I realized after he put it in my mouth and tried to light it that it was a ho-ho. Fucking odd. I haven't eaten one of those since grade school. And I'm sure that dream is just rife with metaphor.

On the other hand, I had a lovely conversation with Keila last night. It's nice that MOC still has the capacity to lead cool people my way. It also sadly reinforced the theme that the 20 something year olds on that site listen to way better music than the vast bulk of the other members on there. Ahem. Yeah, I'm a snob. Pttthhhpppp. Anyway. We gabbed about everything from what we wear on Goth Nights to what I cooked for dinner. It was nice and sweet, the way all good online relationships start out.

I'm actually going to get to hang out with Betsy Rockett on Saturday. I haven't seen her in waaaaay too long. (that was also a plug you y'all to check out her new site layout). I think we're going to hit The Twisted Spoke for smut and eggs. I've been dying to get a Jamaican Jerk Chicken pizza from California Pizza Kitchen since last Monday, but if we go to the Spoke, then I know I'm going to want a burger. Their burgers fucking rule. Eh. I'll worry about it later. Why the hell am I talking about this? Oh, cuz Dave is gone today on jury duty and I can be a goof at work. But I do have a ton of shit on my plate today. In fact, I need to go run the backups from last night. Toodles!

July 16th, 2002 09:05 hours CST currently listening to: "Anvil (dub)" by the Kitchens of Distinction

I just put a truck load of DVD's into my Amazon.com wish list. I realized that the audio visual aspect of my life has slowed down. Time to correct that.

And on the topic of DVD's, I watched last night one of my favorite documentaries ever. A documentary? That's right. It's called Cane Toads: An Unnatural History. I watched this thing back in high school biology class. Or maybe it was environmental science. I can't remember which. Anyway, it takes place in Australia. It deals with the freakishly high reproductive rate of the Cane Toad, which they imported to Australia from Hawaii to take care of the local sugarcane grub problem. Not only did they not eat the cane grubs, but they started eating other wildlife instead. There's actually a shot of one of these monsters eating a god damned mouse. Not kidding. The documentary is amazingly funny. It's as if Monty Python had mimicked a National Geographic Special or something. You almost think it's all a joke when you see the people they interview. It will absolutely make you laugh out loud. Go check it out.

July 15th, 2002 10:45 hours CST currently listening to: "Sugar Water" by Cibo Matto

Man, it's hot in here. I think they turned off the air conditioning over the weekend. "Off with the clothes!" I say. Oh well. I love it when people go out of their way to tell me my website sucks. That cracks me up. My website rules.

Weekend was pretty good. Friday night I met up with Mark from Whimsical. I met up with him at Club 950, who are NO LONGER doing any sort of techno/new wave/80's/industrial themed nights anymore. Which, of course, is a big fat disappointment. Mark had already arrived and was drinking a beer when I walked in. He gave me this look of "we're not really gonna hang out here, are we?" The bartender even apologized. She knew why we were there and that we we very confused as to why all the lights were on and that there was a group on men in their 40's playing synthy drums on a keyboard, and an accordion and one singing. Ouch. The place is now only going to be showcasing European folk music. You heard it here first, people.

We ended up going to the Black Beetle, which I hadn't been to in quite some time. Afterwards we went to The Twisted Spoke, but sadly, they only show 1970's porn on the TV's on Saturday nights, not Friday nights. Alas. So, we went to Goldstar and had a few beers there and just called it quits.

Saturday I had a wonderful and rather surprising conversation with Rachel. I love her to death. I went to see "Reign of Fire" with Christian up in Evanston. Wickedly disappointing. There simply was not enough dragon action. I'm serious. The movie could have honestly kicked ass, but they chose to focus 80% of the film on the post-apocalyptic world that the dragons had created. Bleh. Seen it already. On the way back home I was driving south down Western. I had to dodge miscellaneous pieces of a computer that had fallen out of the back of a minivan. Monitor, monitor casing, computer case, other parts. It was hilarious. I stayed home that night due to low funds. Watched Predator. Why not?

Sunday I want ballistic and cleaned my kitchen. I mean scoured it. I pulled the fridge and oven out away from the walls so I could sweep and mop back there. It was really gross. I put up blinds in the windows and moved my microwave and threw out my old toaster oven. It felt good. The kitchen is a little more friendly now. Went to Target, bought the wrong kind of light bulbs for the front hall. Cooked dinner. Talked to Hope. She's sick with a cold, poor thing. Watched 2010. Read a book. I am a party animal.

July 12th, 2002 09:55 hours CST currently listening to: "Cemetry Gates" by The Smiths

Ok. Wearing jeans today was a bad idea.

I find it amazingly funny and rather sad that thesmiths.com, .org, and .net have nothing to do with the band The Smiths. Why some jack-ass family would want to make a web page for themselves is beyond me. But that's just me being a fucking snob.

July 10th, 2002 08:55 hours CST currently listening to: "Asleep" by The Album Leaf

Went with DJ last night to see Men in Black II. It's just as good as the first one, with the added bonus of 2 hot chicks this time, instead of one. Rosario Dawson makes me purr. We ended up just walking from work up to 600 North and stopped at the California Pizza Kitchen for some much needed food. Walking makes you hungry. They have this new Jamaican Jerk Chicken pizza that kicked tons of ass. It's 5 minutes til 9 AM and I'm already craving one. Weird. Realized that the little outdoor ice rink where Rachel and I went skating this last winter is an open air art gallery right now. I'm going to go there for lunch today. DJ and I just walked passed it and didn't stop in. It's all aerial photography. I can't wait. Listened to DJ do an improv rap while driving to drop me off. It was so funny, I almost pee'd.

July 8th, 2002 08:30 hours CST currently listening to: "Coast to Coast" by Thee Hypnotics

I feel like hell. I slept terribly last night. I woke up three times thinking I was going to throw up. Of course, I never did. That's a blessing and a curse. Managed to eat some Wheaties this morning and instantly regretted it. Beyond that, I had a good weekend.

Friday, Hope came over and we watched Vanilla Sky. Despite the very mixed reviews I had heard from other folks, I took Hope's word and gave it a go. I really liked it a lot. It was not the movie I had suspected it to be. We ended up going to Jeff and Kim's for nearly an hour and then continued on to Neo. It was relatively dead that night, but the people watching was still pretty good. Bumped into Amanda and Chris, which was a very pleasant surprise.

Saturday I got my hair cut and tooled around with some of my guitars. I adjusted the bridge on my new Jazzmaster to the point where the bridge cover no longer hits the strings. I'm still having trouble with the 12th fret under the high E string on my Jaguar. Maybe I just need to put new strings on it. I still don't have a fucking alen wrench that fits the screws on that things bridge. I went to Brew & View by myself later that night. Jeff and Kim never showed up. Blade II was as good as it was the first time I saw it. Panic Room was so-so. I think I enjoyed it strictly because of the environment I was in. Everyone talks during the movies at Brew & View. It's acceptable. Usually I'll track people down and kill them if they talk during a movie, but at this place it's part of the charm. That sequence where Jodie Foster is reaching under her overturned bed for her cell phone was just hilarious due to everyone in the audience screaming and moaning. I tried really hard to get myself to stay for Jason X, but just couldn't do it. I had to pee really bad and I knew that I would lose my seat if I got up. So I just went home and slept for 10 hours.

Sunday I recorded all day. I worked on a song that had been troubling me up until earlier this week when I found a good chord progression for a bridge. I got some wonderful tone out of my AC-30. I've decided that I'm in a rut. Well, obviously because of the bass player situation, but also because I'm becoming complacent. I need someone else to play with. I keep making these demos all by myself, and while I like what the are in essence, they suck as actual recordings. I'm not trying to make album quality stuff, but it's just too obvious to me that I'm writing and playing all of these parts. I don't know. It's weird. I have several other songs still to record. Once those are done, I'm going to try to find someone to record me in a studio.

Later that night I went to the Beat Kitchen and met up with Krissy. It was an electronic/industrial show. Most of the bands were sub-par, in my opinion. Very mixed crowd. We ended up going to Clark's afterwards and met up with Mark and two of their friends. Krissy keeps good company. As I've said before.

Betsy Rockett has a new site layout that I really love. I tried calling her yesterday just to compliment her on it, but she wasn't feeling good. Poor thing. But right now, I sort of know what she feels like. I'm always tickled when she mentions me on her site. On an unrelated topic, I can't figure out why I'm having such weird dreams lately. I've been sleeping naked a lot, which is something I don't normally do. Maybe it's the air conditioners. Maybe I'm stressed out. Maybe I'm not awake yet.

July 5th, 2002 08:40 hours CST currently listening to: "Baby Maker" by The Pale Saints

Oh my fucking lack of god, I'm so tired. I have no idea what day it is. This feels like the worst Monday ever. I ache all over. I'm not even that hung over, although by all accounts I should be. I went to Mary and Phil's last night with Kim and Jeff. We had an outstanding BBQ. We ate like kings. Grilled salmon, stuffed peppers, grilled corn on the cob, homefries and burgers. It was intense. We lit a ton of fireworks, but that didn't hold a candle to some of the other people in Wicker Park. I swear, this was a banner year for fireworks in Chicago. They were going off everywhere. It was fantastic. I made the mistake this morning of wearing the shorts I wore over there last night, and as such, they smell a bit like sulfur. Hooray. I got to meet this guy, Rohan, who apparently hired my boss several years ago. He was a nut. Indian guy from England. Ultra charming. He got stoned out of his gourd.

When DJ arrived, we flung a ton of lit fireworks at him from the roof/deck we were on. No casualties reported, I'm happy to say. Although, we did have a few mishaps. The biggest one involved this girl, Jennifer, who lit a very large sparkler right over the table where we were all sitting. This also happened to be the same table the was holding all of the fireworks. Sure enough, a ton got lit all at once and most of us scrambled. I tried to get through the wood fence onto the roof and managed to whack my shoulder pretty good. Phil, who actually had nowhere to run, remained stalwart and pushed the other fireworks off the table. What was funny was that he was using a giant box of fireworks to do it. Then Mary showed up with the super soaker, and went to work. That green plastic table is all sorts of charred now. hahahahaha.

So, as Rohan got more drunk, he kept insisting that us yanks try something daring with the fireworks. So, me being the Indiana boy, I started lighting bottle rockets while holding them in my hand. I kept insisting the DJ was was a pussy all night and got him to set one off. Right after he lit the fuse I yelled "remember, you have to hold on tight to the wood stick!" Well, the thing went off right by his head, which lead to a lot of rooftop chasing and me laughing a lot. It was great. Then I schooled him in Galaga later on the PS2. I had a good night. Now, if I can just disappear into the server room and sleep for a couple of hours.

July 3rd, 2002 09:55 hours CST currently listening to: "Mensural" by Swallow

"Regarding "Prince Of Darkness"...That story device about humanity trying to save itself from Satan's arrival by sending a transmission faster than the speed of light to a retrograde point of Earth's rotation around the sun, in an effort to plant dreams in the minds of men in the past... almost makes my head bleed.

Alice Cooper with ants on his face was wicked cool too."

This is EXACTLY why I hang out with you, DJ.

July 1st, 2002 19:50 hours CST currently listening to: "The Beautiful Ones" by Suede

Oh how I wish I could put AIM back on my workstation. I'm just sitting in my office killing time right now. I have to do some server updates tonight, but one of the guys in Seattle is going to fuck with our main WAN router and gateway. We've been having intermittent connectivity problems with our Seattle servers and we're hoping this kicks it in the ass. I just got back from dinner with Dave downstairs at Bennigans. Every time I'm in one of those places, I think of Office Space. It's no wonder Americans are so overweight. The food they serve there is almost criminal. Bleh. I was good though. I had a chicken breast platter with broccoli and rice. Ugh. I put on a few pounds in the last couple weeks and I'm pissed. It's too damn hot outside to be motivated to get to the gym. I dunno. Oh, and this entree right now is pretty much just for me to relieve my boredom until the Seattle guy calls. Then I get to sit around for about 2 hours doing nothing while these CD's load. Krissy emailed me saying that she and some of her band mates are going to be in Lakeview, so I might go meet them if I get out of here at a descent time. We'll see.

July 1st, 2002 08:40 hours CST currently listening to: "No More Sorry" by My Bloody Valentine

Crazy weekend. Friday night I went with Christian to the Musicbox for the Spike and Mike animation festival. OH MY LACK OF GOD, that was too funny. Well, let start from the beginning. The Music Box is one of my favorite theaters in Chicago, not only because of the alternative films they show there, but mainly for the aesthetic design of the theater. It's dingy and dark, there's a fantastic marquee out front, and the interior is soooooo cool looking. There's an organ at the front of the main theater that finally had a guy playing it this time. It was great. This bizarre medley of songs. Everything from "Sweet Home Chicago" to various Star Wars songs. After the trailers finished, this French movie started playing. People got really confused, and were suddenly wondering if we were all in the wrong theater. In fact, we all damn near rushed out at a full clip. Was it because we were possibly in the wrong movie, or because it was French? You make the call. Turns out they put the wrong damn film in, so we all went back into our original seats (oddly enough) and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. The films that we saw were simply fantastic. There was a point where I was being hit by so much comedy, that I simply couldn't laugh hard enough and I honestly started to hurt. People who know me know that I have a really loud laugh. Imagine the site of me squirming in a chair making no noise at all and looking like I'm trying to put out a fire that's on my own chest. That's what it was like. I was in tears it was so funny. Afterwards, he and I went down to Goldstar for a beer. Just sort of shot the shit for a while. Bumped into DJ as well.

Saturday I was woken up absurdly early by a fucking telemarketer. Get cancer and die, you parasitic fuck. Ahem. I made what ended up being a feverish 2 hour car trip to the recycling center in Pulaski Park. Traffic blows. Traffic on a Saturday when the heat index is over 100 blows even more. I left a message wishing my dad a happy 57th birthday. Got to take a nap when I got home and then cleaned up the place. Hope picked me up and we went to see Home Move over at the theater on Clark and Diversey. GREAT stuff. 5 freakish house filled by equally freakish people. Actually, I thought the cute tubby guy in Louisiana that lived on the house boat was the most normal. Even if he was an alligator handler. We trekked out way west on Belmont to Gene and Jude's. It's this hotdog place that pretty much has to be experienced first hand. Damn good stuff. The floor area where the cook the fries gets so greasy that they have to put salt all over the floor. We were going to go to a Tiki bar next door, but there was a big line. Instead we came back to my place and watched a George Carlin DVD.

Sunday we kicked around the house quite a bit. Watched Tombstone and just got all lazy. That's what Sundays are for. We had planned on going to her coworkers BBQ that overlooked the gay pride parade, but lethargy took over. That, and it was hot as hell outside. I went over to DJ's for pizza and movies. God damn, I watched a lot of movies this weekend. We watched this great Star Wars documentary and then the oh so horrible Star Wars Holiday Special. No Star Wars geek can hold a license unless they own a copy of this piece of shit. People, George Lucas publicly claims that this thing doesn't exist. THAT's how bad it is. It occurs on the Wookiee home world, and 50% of the dialog is wookiee's making wookiee noises. No buillshit. You're left to the creative arm animations to figure out what the fuck it is they're howling about. What else happens, a rebel propaganda cartoon, a dumb cooking show, a Jefferson Starship video, interspecies virtual soft porn, Harrison Ford selling his soul to be in this thing, Mark Hamil before the car/motorcycle wreck, Carrie Fisher hopped up on coke to the point that her head is constantly lying on either shoulder, and a few musical numbers. People, it's not even fun to watch while drunk. Trust me. We split a Hawaiian pizza and talked on the porch for a bit and that was it.