it’s nawt actually July 21st. Fer one thang, it hasn’t gawten above 60 in a week. Coldest wintah indeed…..
It bein mid-July means that GA was like almost a month ago already n that is just hard ta fathom – it feels like way longah then that.
Ontae otha thangs tho – ahm actually kinda comfortable in my crazy house. Doesn’t mean ahm nawt kinda lookin fer a place ta live that doesn’t have church downstairs every day, er buses gaein past it 24-7, just means that ahm adaptin a bit bettah then ah may have expected. Ah mean, ah still have serious furniture issues (a real dresser n a decent lamp) ah haven’t figured out yet.
Tha boys from that jawbreaker cover band emailed me today – 3 weeks aftah ah last wrote them. Since then ahve seen them repost thar call fer bassist/vocalist at least twice. Bottom line? nawt interested in werkin w. people who don’t follow through. Nawt ta mention at tha last practice tha guitar playah couldn’t play half tha tunes we’d talked about daein (n ah dont mean ta be a snob, but if you don’t know whar whats F n whas F#, ahm nawt sure if we should be werkin togetha). It would’ve been nice, but me n flakes don’t git along too well, so it’s fer tha best.
Today it rained a lil bit, which was especially awesome b/c ah nawt only biked ta werk, but gawt thar n realized ahd left my lunches on my bed. Ah don’t mind payin fer lunch from time ta time, but if ahd let tha poor tupperwares hang out in my hawt room all day, they would’ve gawn bad by tha time ah gawt home (mac n cheeze). So, ah spent my lunch break pedallin back to my house n then back ta werk. Thas about a 9 mile roundtrip. Ah might nawt’ve minded if it wasn’t so grey n cloudy n borderline rainy…..
N ah watched Combat Shock last evenin, a Troma movie from tha mid-80s. This movie is on tha list of “Most disturbing movies ever made” that ah have in some horror movie book from my teenage years – from it ahve learned about such classics as Eraserhead, In a Glass Cage, n Maniac ta name just a few. Combat Shock was nae dissapointment – low-budget of kerse, but incredibly grim n disturbing. Franky is a Vietnam vet who may er may nawt have slaughtered tons of his fellow men (yes, a la Jacobs Ladder, although ah think this is oldah) with an ugly wife n mutated baby (a la Eraserhead, yes), living in run-down NYC where life gets worse every day. It’s convincing in its grimness however, and obviously a labor of love – tha final scene is depressing as hell but hard to turn away from (Although it ends pretty much exactly how you mite think). Fer those who share my appreciation fer twisted art – please give this one a test drive. But ah can’t imagine many actually enjoyin this……
Anyway, ahm home early, nawt gaein ta yoga cuz tha extra bike ride set my whole day off n now ahm grumpy. Hmph. Perhaps ahll make somethang tasty ta make up fer it….