02/11/07 12:41 - 16ºF - ID#38102
My aunt, whose birthday coincides with the next game on 31 March [and who remembers well the Bay City Bombers playing at the Aud in the 60s] has already made plans to bring everyone to the roller derby for her birthday, and all my cousins want to ref since the officiating was somewhat awful. Good times!
- (e:mrmike) - sorry about the ticket situation. They began selling tickets online and doing will-call after I got yer ticket, and that would have been a much better way to do it.
Location: Buffalo, NY
02/07/07 01:26 - 16ºF - ID#38053
come with me and walk this land
Tickets are selling fast, and they think they're likely to sell out at the door.
Location: Buffalo, NY
02/05/07 11:03 - 9ºF - ID#38035
send me a postcard, drop me a line
There's only sixty-four questions. What a gyp!
1. The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?
When the phone rings, it will be
a) a fax machine, because my phone number used to belong to an insurance company's fax machine, or
b) an irate customer, because if you've got shit for brains, my phone number (877-4xxx) is very similar to the phone number of the Better Business Bureau (1-877-4xx-x...).
Ergo, it would be best if the person hung up halfway through the first ring.
2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
I stand on the axle and ride it all the way back into the store as nine-year-olds watch enviously.
3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?
I talk more, and listen less, than I'd like.
4. Do you take compliments well?
I am very gracious until the person leaves; then I gloat and do the Ickey Shuffle.
5. Do you play Sudoku?
I secretly believe that I would be very good at it. In the cold dark nights I cherish this belief and I don't want to ruin it for myself.
6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?
My first priority is clawing my way back to civilization.
8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?
I was a campfire girl and went to Camp Aloha a couple times.
9. What was your favorite game as a kid?
For some reason I always thought it was fun getting beat up by my big sister.
10. If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was married, would you?
It would fuck my shit right up and I would think about it nonstop, but not do anything about it until she was convinced I was an idiot and gave up.
12. Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you?
Are my religious beliefs an obstacle for them?
13. Do you like to pursue or be pursued?
Pursuing makes me feel like an idiot and an asshole - the way I usually do, only more so. I kind of hate it, but the fact is I'm way too dense to realize when I'm being pursued.
14. Use three words to describe yourself?
Good not evil.
15. Do any songs make you cry?
"Outside the Wall" chokes me up. Does that make me a retard?
16. Are you continuing your education?
It turned me off getting my Master's when I realized grad students were taking the exact same classes as the undergrads.
17. Do you know how to shoot a gun?
18. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed?
My laptop. And when I got outside I'd curse that I'd left the Internet inside.
19. How often do you read books?
[sigh] I don't, really.
20. Do you think more about the past, present or future?
I tend to think about the present until it's well past, and then I'm surprised that it's not really the present anymore.
21. What is your favorite children's book?
Richard Scarry was pretty badass. I am predictably opposed to the new Dr Seuss(TM) franchise. I did not discover Tove Jansson's Moomintrolls until well into my 20s, but they're so awesome and warped I'm retroactively Photoshopping them into my childhood.
22. What color are your eyes?
23. How tall are you?
My license says 6'3".
24. Where is your dream house located?
I really like Buffalo. Does that make me a retard?
25. Best vacay ever?
When I was 16 I went, largely unsupervised, with a number of other 16-year-olds to Germany and mostly wandered around totally drunk. It was a Cultural Experience.
26. Coolest picture?
There was this one time I went to Cedar Point with my family and I was trying to figure out which hill on the roller coaster they were taking the souvenir pictures at - so I made a different face on each hill. It turned out to be the one where I puffed out my cheeks and looked like I was going to spew forth all over the bald-headed guy in front of me.
27. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth
Yes. Does that make me a retard?
28. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?
The last time I remember being at Olive Garden was on the road when my folks were moving me to New Jersey. That would have been August 2001. Olive Garden isn't bad, really - it's just that there's much better food at other restaurants.
29. How about the movies?
(e:dragonlady7) and I packed a flask of Jack and went to the Transit Drive-In last summer to see the most AWEXOMEST!!! double-feature ever: Snakes on a Plane b/w Clerks 2.
30. Where was the furthest place you traveled today?
32. Do you like mustard?
I collect different flavors of mustard. Horseradish, dijon, whole-grain, ... Does that make me a retard?
33. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?
Eating binds to my receptors in ways that border on the illicit.
34. Do you look like your mom or dad?
I went to a family get-together last summer and, remarking on my beard, one of my cousins said, 'Check it out! It's a 1972 Hap!'
35. How long does it take you in the shower?
Fifteen minutes exactly.
36. Can you do a split?
Not on purpose, and not without roller skates.
37. What movie do you want to see right now?
I have been jonesing to watch Tampopo again. It's a bizarre Japanese movie about love of food - a comedy, but respectful. Its narrative structure is really cool - sort of distracted and fractured, the way that I usually end up telling stories. It's one of my favorite movies.
39. What did you do for New Year's?
We got weird on absinthe and Singapore Slings and watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
40. Do you think The Grudge was scary?
41. Do you laugh a lot?
That's not as important as whether I can get other people to laugh a [insert space] lot.
42. Do you own a camera phone?
Yes I have a spy-phone, sort of by accident.
44. Was your mom a cheerleader?
No, but her old photos look like interstitials from Laugh-In.
45. What's the last letter of your middle name?
46. how many hours of sleep do you get a night?
Any less than nine and I am a very grumpy person.
47. Do you watch MTV?
48. Do you like care bears?
I used to have a Care Bear that got so nasty that we started calling him Scummy Bear.
49. What do you buy at the movies?
Nothing - I smuggle in about a pound of candy Legos I buy bulk at Tops.
50. Do you know how to play poker?
51. Do you wear your seatbelt?
52. What do you wear to sleep?
Usually, whatever underwear I was wearing that day.
53. Anything big ever happen in your hometown?
Robert Redford made a movie there once, and my gym teacher had a cameo as a first-base umpire. Vincent Gallo made a movie there once, but it was kind of bad. Jim Carrey made a movie there once, but it wasn't actually there.
54. How many meals do you eat a day?
55. Is your tongue pierced?
56. Do you always read MySpace bulletins?
What?! Look, man. MySpace gives me the conniptions.
57. Most visited webpage?
Sadly, the one I work on every damn day.
58. Do you like funny or serious people better?
I like people who can be intelligently funny about serious matters.
59. Ever been to L.A.?
I went to LA once by accident, but that's a long story ...
60. Did you eat a cookie today?
I ate some contraband airplane cookies at lunch.
61. Do you use cuss words in other languages?
Not usually, but I am a big fan of 'duraks,' which is Latvian for 'buffoon.'
62. Do you steal or pay for your music downloads?
Let's put it this way: I no longer spend money on music I can't justify spending money on.
63. Do you hate chocolate?
Question 63: Are you a fascist? (Y/n)
64. What do you and your parents fight about the most?
Uh ... we don't really. Does that make me a retard?
65. Are you a gullible person?
66. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?
I have no hangups about being alone, but it is one of those things that is quietly oppressive. Like New Jersey.
67. If you could have any job (assuming you have the skills) what would it be?
If I could make money spending all day fucking around on my 'toy' programming projects, I would.
68. Are you easy to get along with?
69. What is your favorite time of day?
I like the late afternoon, when the sun's too low to come in the window and the room's not dark enough to turn on the light. The numbers on the alarm clock keep changing, but they don't really jibe. A radio in the distance plays Solid Gold Hits. There are sounds of working, playing, cooking, talking, driving, all swirling around - they are here, but they are not Here. I'm not really here, but I am still Here, half-focused and just ... wasting time.
Location: Buffalo, NY
Category: roller derby
01/30/07 08:31 - 21ºF - ID#37929
slugs + kisses
(e:dragonlady7) is a Slugger not a Kisser [ain't it the truth] and tickets are also available at Art-N-Body, Carl's Tattoo, Dwyers Pub, Karma Salon & Spa, Mohawk Place, New World Record, and Rainbow Rink.
Location: Buffalo, NY
01/29/07 10:36 - 19ºF - ID#37914
i do some pretty dumb things i guess
When I was in college, Darius and Cracker and I would jam into the pickup in the middle of the night and head out to the God-forsook wilderness outside of Rochester* with out $5 sleds and butt-saucers to careen around Mendon Ponds Park. One time we left so late and stayed out so long that we stopped off at Weggie's on the way back for fresh-fried doughnuts. Good times. It's been a while.
The weather was gorgeous Sunday afternoon - high 20s and sunny - so we picked up some $8 sleds at the hardware store and headed for Chestnut Ridge Park. Aside from some minor annoyances, we had a blast. Sledding is awesome, and I recommend that you do it at least once a year.
I totally broke my ass again, and I still can't sit comfortably. Why do I keep breaking my ass on things?
ps. New journal music is 'The Thin Ice,' from Luther Wright and the Wrongs Rebuild the Wall - the best concept album of the century. gather:0837886001170127912
Location: Buffalo, NY
01/24/07 11:58 - 20ºF - ID#37857
modesty is important to me
So I thought, you know, if I see some chick with like a quarter-inch of makeup on and her underwear sticking up over the back of her pants, I think to myself: 'Wow, that chick is totally a hoebag.' And there was this one time when I was in Washington Square Park and there was this Mennonite women's choir singing, and I am not ashamed to say that some of them were super-hot. So I answered '6.'
So they started asking me questions about whether I considered certain parts of women's dress to be 'stumbling blocks.' I am absolutely fashion unconscious, but let's say I meet some chick and she's wearing these big hoopy earrings that look like Claire's overstock from 1992. Even I know that's ridiculous. I would consider that - perhaps not definitive evidence of her complete lack of worth - but it makes me wonder, like, what her deal is. It's something I think about when I should be thinking about what she's saying. A 'stumbling block,' if you will.
Well, here's the thing. I'm a Catholic, with thirteen years of Catholic education behind me. I consider myself to be pretty well-versed in many areas of Christian theology. The term 'stumbling block' is, apparently, standard terminology among some other denominations for 'something women do to make men want to sin, specifically by punching the clown.' This is completely new to me, as I'm pretty sure I was taught that my wang was my own damn responsibility.
Annyway ... I thought 'stumbling block' was bad because I found it unattractive to the point that I couldn't take the woman seriously. They thought 'stumbling block' was bad because I thought it was so attractive I had to run off for a quick game of whack-a-mole. Needless to say, I answered about 20 questions completely wrong - including one where I said I found the picture of frumpy knee-high boots to be a big stumbling block because they reminded me of my sixth-grade math teacher, who was a nun - before (e:dragonlady7) stepped in and told me all about how sometimes when I feel a tingly in my pants that's a stumbling block.
It was really embarassing, because you can't change your answers and I had to write to the admin to reset my survey:
Yeah, I think maybe I need to have my answers reset. 'Cause when you said 'stumbling block,' I thought, 'something that makes me think a particular woman is a hoebag.' I did not realize it meant 'something that makes me want to whack off.'
I would just like to make it clear that large boots in the manner that my sixth-grade math teacher [who was a nun] wore - do not, under any circumstances, make me touch myself.
Location: Buffalo, NY
01/22/07 02:12 - 24ºF - ID#37818
the serenity to avoid strangling clients
However, for the last three workdays, I have been trying to figure out why this guy can't see his sponsor logo on our website. He is using Netscape 7. My usual response in such cases ['perhaps you should stick to web browsers produced by organizations that still exist'] will not work, because of course, Dude is giving us like $500 worth of merch to give away.
So we've been going back and forth - me tweaking things, he saying it still doesn't show up. And I know he's getting nervous. And it's not making my job any easier knowing that he's getting nervous.
Turns out that the problem is:
He's got ad blocking software running.
Location: Buffalo, NY
01/17/07 11:01 - 20ºF - ID#37751
moving to california
So (e:dragonlady7) and I moved to California so that she could go to school there. Things worked out well, because my sister had just moved out of her old apartment and worked a deal with the landlord letting me move in. The house was a gorgeous big Victorian thing [the kind that doesn't actually exist in California anywhere] and my sister was renting the first floor; the landlord lived upstairs. The house was divided after it was built, so some rooms belonged to us, some rooms belonged to the landlord, and some doors were not intended to be opened. Furthermore, my sister had not moved out completely, so you couldn't tell who owned what just by looking at which rooms were still furnished. Specifically, she had left all her books with instructions to sell or recycle them all, along with some nice furniture.
My mom was kind enough to come down with us to help us move in. She left a little after (e:dragonlady7) went to her first day of school, and she left us her geriatric dog and cat to take care of. [This had not been discussed, but it's difficult to turn your back on sad beagly eyes. (e:dragonlady7) was likely to flip her lid, but she, too, would have to face down the beagly eyes.] Since I didn't have a job lined up yet, I was on move-in duty, and I spent most of the day inside, getting used to my new surroundings. That's always a weird feeling, getting comfortable in a place that is, technically speaking, your Home, even though you've never seen it before in your life and it's 3000 miles from anything you consider to be familiar. But things were going well.
...until the afternoon, when I heard a knock on my front door. I opened the door, and the guy on the other side stared at me in bewilderment: "Who are you?" I stared back in bewilderment: "Who are you?" Turns out he owns the place, and I answered his front door by accident. He was a pretty nice guy, relatively friendly, but he was the kind of guy who secretly judges you. He won't say anything bad to you or call you out on anything, but that doesn't stop him from judging you. Mom's beagle was happy to see him. He did not seem to be as happy to see the beagle, not that he would say anything. He also seemed to take exception that (e:dragonlady7) and I were living in sin in his house, far be it for him to say anything.
But that was the first time that I realized that we didn't really have full run of the first floor. In fact, there was a large anteroom in front of the house that I began to doubt was ours. It was separated from the rest of the first floor by a number of large, wooden doors that made a lot of noise - so when (e:dragonlady7) came home from school later and started thumping around in the anteroom, I was sure that the owner could hear that's where she was and just knew that she was going through his stuff - not that it's any of his business.
(e:dragonlady7) was less bugged out about the cat and dog than I had expected, but we eventually realized that they needed to be fed, and we didn't have any pet food. I had a mild case of agoraphobia in that I hadn't left the house at all yet, and I didn't really know where the pet store was, and also Californians drive like crazy people.
That's when I woke up, twenty minutes after I should have.
Location: Buffalo, NY
01/18/07 04:37 - 35ºF - ID#37702
technology is cool!
This chick is so foxy I wish I'd sold her Windows 386.
But he doesn't stand a chance once she meets this guy.
Location: Buffalo, NY
01/07/07 01:12 - 40ºF - ID#37574
der grüne punkt
Let's get the FAQs out of the way first: if you think thujone is going to take you Higher, you're better off picking up a loaf of sage bread at Weggies. If all you want is to get tanked, you'll get just as twisted with a mason jar of Shine On Georgia Moon.
For the rest of you who are still reading: absinthe is weird, man. It isn't like anything else I have ever drunk, and I drink some pretty weird shit (WIKIPEDIA - Balzam).
Jade Distillery, France
68% ABV (136 Proof)
Uncork The people at Jade pride themselves on historical accuracy; accordingly, their absinthe is corked and waxed. It's a nice touch, but I destroyed the cork and had to go through great pains to avoid getting wax chips in the booze.
Whiff Smells great right out of the bottle. Gentle anise aroma backed with a full complement of herbs. Life would be so much better if we could replace all the crappy scented candles and air fresheners in the world with open bottles of absinthe.
Prepare This is the fun part. [Please note: dilution is not optional, although with better absinthes, sugar is.] If you haven't got any absinthiana (WIKIPEDIA - Absinthiana), a small [4oz] wine glass and a slotted bar strainer will work ok. Pour one ounce of absinthe in the glass, put the strainer on top and put a sugar cube on the strainer. Slowly drip ice water over the sugar cube. Watch the absinthe. This is cool: as you add water, the anethole [anise oil, also present in fennel] comes out of solution and turns the drink from a transparent chlorophyll green to opaque yellowish white. After the sugar has dissolved and you've added 3-4oz water, you're ready to drink.
Sip Sip gently and enjoy the aroma all up in your head. The flavor is much milder than you might expect, and only faintly reminiscent of the bottle aroma. It's anisy and herbal, but not at all like Grandma's pizzelles. Despite the water and sugar, it's neither watery nor syrupy; rather it's a bit oily like heavy cream, and not particularly sweet.
Freak out Since you've cut the absinthe 3:1 with water it's down to about 34 proof [comparable with Irish cream] - but those four ounces are going to take you to different places. You're not high; you're not lucid - you're drunk as a skunk, and you're not even fooling yourself. Furthermore, by the time you're halfway through your glass, your tongue is numb from the alcohol and anethole. I spaced right the Hell out and only rejoined society at great length.
Location: Buffalo, NY
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