Here comes the joker
with his silly grin
he carries a martini
made of bathtub gin
Wendy's on the windowsill
Waiting to be let in
And were all in the bathtub now
Making Bathtub Gin
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The Joker
is enjoying:
making bathtub gin:
the joker
31, Pisces
Denver, CO
Windowsill Wendy
is enjoying:
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29, Capricorn
Denver, CO
"Music is a spiritual expression of what's in your heart. Music as a way of getting rich is a pretty new thing, and I often wonder if the mega-bucks glitzy atmosphere is making the quality of music suffer. You have to work really hard to get around that and remember why you're in it in the first place: because you have to be. It's like an addiction. You can't go a day without picking up your guitar. To me, the only commercial goals that are really valid are, 'Boy, I wish I didn't have to go to work. I wish I could do this all the time."
-Trey Anastasio
"Impose rules to make life simpler. Break them to make life more fun."
-Jon Fishman
Friday, February 28, 2003
posted 1:39 PM by the joker
THE NIGHTMARE
After a night filled with a stressful Marketing Strategy midterm, some beer, a leafy substance, and seeing The Big Wu, I had a disturbing dream.
It involved a girl named Andrea. I had taken Andrea out a couple of times last summer- she is nice and cute, but nothing really came of it. Nothing much to say, other than she is kinda spacey and flaky.
In my dream, somehow Andrea and I were at a party, and our cell phones were identical, and got switched. I realized that I had her cell phone almost immediately, and started calling my number from her phone.
I couldn’t leave a message, because I knew she could not get into my voice mail.
I called that damn girl for 2 days until she finally decided to answer the phone.
When we talked, she didn’t realize that we had switched phones.
“I was wondering why someone named Andrea was calling me. I don’t know any other Andrea’s. And I tried to call my friend John yesterday, and he acted like he didn’t know me. So I was wondering if something was going on.”
“Well, can we get together soon and switch phones? I can’t call any of my friends because I don’t have their numbers memorized. That phone has all my numbers in it.”
“Im kinda busy right now…”
“No, wait. Where are you? I’ll come and meet you.”
“Hey, I got to go, im eating with my parents…”
“No, wait! Don’t you want your phone back?”
"Mmmm hmmm…yeah well, maybe later…click.”
GGGRRRRRRRRR!!! AAARRRRGGGGHHH!!!!
Needless to say, it was the kind of dream where I woke up mad at her, like she had actually done that.
Im still mad. Bitch.
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Thursday, February 27, 2003
posted 2:35 PM by the joker
Today I was dealing with an advertiser at a car dealership called
LONG HUMMER
does anyone else think that is a funny name?
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posted 8:50 AM by the joker
INTERESTING ANALOGY
I dont agree with Bill Maher on a lot of the stuff that he rants about, but last night on Larry King Live he brought up an interesting analogy that I had not heard before:
MAHER: No. Except that here's the other analogy that I brought up on my show. I didn't quite finish it, so I'd like to do that here.
KING: You may. MAHER: I think people, if they want to know what's going to happen in Iraq, consider this analogy. Now they've tried to present it like it's all going to be rose petals on the liberators as they march down the streets in Baghdad.
No, what you should picture is Waco. Iraq is Waco. Saddam Hussein is David Koresh. He's a real bad guy, an evil man who's got an arsenal that we don't like. And, of course, we shouldn't like it, but I think right wingers always defended David Koresh because the idea was, Well, he's not using it. It's just going to make matters worse if we go in there.
And that's what -- I've seen this movie. And in this case, our army is the FBI and he is David Koresh. And I know how it ends. The FBI gets decimated when they go in and the nut bar takes the whole place with him rather than give up his weapons. He uses them.
We are forcing this guy to use his chemical and biological weapons when I don't think -- for 12 years he has not so much crossed against a red light and suddenly he has become this menace who is about to attack us.
KING: What's your alternative?
MAHER: Well...
KING: Just continue inspections ad infinitum?
MAHER: Well, maybe not ad infinitum but -- first of all, there are no good choices. We have to realize that. There are no good choices.
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Wednesday, February 26, 2003
posted 11:47 AM by the joker
BATHTUB GIN OFFICIALLY ENDORSES SIX FEET UNDER
This may be old news to some of you, but up until 3 days ago I had never seen the genius that is Six Feet Under. If you are an HBO subscriber you can watch the new season starting this Sunday. But, what I really recommend is doing what we did- renting the first season on DVD from Blockbuster (12 episodes! Lots of veg-out time!).
Here are a few reasons why Six Feet Under is so good:
• every character is deep
• every character is more of a freak than you are
• the writers are not afraid to make you think
• the writers are not afraid to use FUKK
• the photography/camera work is gorgeous
• small, seemingly insignificant details in the plot line turn into the most important part of the show
• the casting is magnificent- these people look real, not like hollywood—and are gifted actors
• while the subject matter is sometimes morbid and heavy, there are still subtle touches of humor
So, check it out. If you are a fan- tell me what you like about the show. It is brilliant.
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Tuesday, February 25, 2003
posted 12:39 PM by the joker
THE GREAT DALLAS ICE STORM OF 2003
Those of you on the east coast who have gotten 27 inches of snow in 2 days should be laughing at us.
Yes, dallas got some snow and ice last night. But the entire city is SHUT DOWN. All the schools are closed, many businesses are closed- it is a snow day- all for a little ice. We have about 1 inch of ice on the ground, but we can’t deal with it- we don’t have snowplows or dumptrucks of salt. We are defeated.
Listening to a radio station talk about the snow and ice this morning, I heard a word I had not heard in quite some time- toboggan. To most of you, a toboggan is a sled. But to my mother, and many people in the South (all hail!) a toboggan is a synonym for a stocking cap. Sounds crazy, I know, but all when I was growing up I can remember my mother reminding me to wear my toboggan when it was cold outside.
So, I tell you all of this because a few summers ago I was working at Philmont Scout Ranch- a backpacking camp in the mountains of Northern New Mexico- and found myself on search and rescue for some hikers that had gotten lost in a thunderstorm. I was operating a portable radio and trying to administer first aid to a camper who was cold and going into shock. We were on a radio signal that broadcast to the entire camp- potentially about 700 people could have been listening to this conversation.
Healthlodge: Cyphers, could you please describe the problem.
Cypher’s Mine: Yes, the patient is cold- he was caught in a storm and is shivering
Healthlodge: Cyphers, could you please describe what the patient is wearing?
Cypher’s Mine: Yes, healthlodge. Patient is in a t-shirt, fleece, and a pair of Patagonia hiking pants. We have put dry clothes on him and he is in a sleeping bag. He also has a toboggan on his head.
Healthlodge: …(silence)…
Cypher’s Mine: did you copy that health lodge?
Healthlodge: yes, Cyphers, did you say he has a toboggan on his head?
Cypher’s Mine: yes, copy that.
Healthlodge: (pause) could you please remove the sled from off of the patient’s head?
Cypher’s Mine: (laughs) im sorry, healthlodge, he is wearing a stocking cap. Toboggan is a stocking cap in Texas.
Healthlodge: (chorus of laughter in the background) Copy that, Cyphers.
So, its cold and icy in Dallas. But if you go out today, don’t forget your toboggan.
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Monday, February 24, 2003
posted 9:37 AM by the joker
I am a part time MBA student at Southern Methodist University. As students, we have e-mail accounts from SMU that no one really ever uses, because they send us loads of e-mail about campus events, etc. that we really don’t care about. Besides that, the system is slow and old, so I don’t check or use that e-mail very often. However, I was very entertained by the series of e-mails that I read the other day. This is the one that started the whole thing:
-----Original Message-----
From: Denson, Steven B.
Sent: Wed, February 19, 2003 9:21 AM
To: profmba
Subject: Reaching Out 2003!
Dear GLBT Student Leaders,
Ford Motor Company, Booz Allen Hamilton and Meyers Capital Management, in association with Yale, Harvard, Columbia, Stanford and NYU MBA Gay and Lesbian Associations invite you to attend the Fifth Annual Reaching OUT Conference. All relevant info is attached. If we may assist in answering questions, please contact my office.
Reaching Out 2003, the Fifth Annual Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender MBA Student Conference is pleased to announce online registration via Acteva.
This year's conference will be held April 4, 2003 - April
6, 2003 at the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Times Square, New York City.
This year's keynote speakers include:
Alan Gilmour, Vice Chairman and CFO, Ford Motor Company;
Shelley Meyers, Chairwoman and CEO, Meyers Capital Management, LLC; Reggie Van Lee, Vice President and Managing Partner, Booz Allen Hamilton.
We are planning a terrific conference this year and look forward to seeing you there!
Reaching Out 2003 Organizing Committee
http://www.reachingoutmba.org
And here are a couple of messages that followed, sent to the WHOLE LIST:
-----Original Message-----
From: Voges, Joanna
Sent: Wed 2/19/2003 2:56 PM
To: profmba
Cc:
Subject: RE: Reaching Out 2003!
As a PMBA at a Christian university, I am disgusted that such an unbiblical lifestyle is being endorsed. It is one thing to treat people of the gay and lesbian lifestyle with kindness and as equals, but it is unacceptable and unprofessional for a religiously-affiliated business school to actively condone this behavior.
Please use more discretion in selecting the affairs promoted. You have the ability to strongly influence many individuals' perceptions of the university and those associated with it. On the other hand, perhaps I should thank you for helping me eliminate three possible future employers from my list of options.
Sincerely,
Joanna Voges
PMBA 51
And this one…
----- Original Message -----
From: "Roberts, David Eric"
To: "profmba50"
Cc: "Denson, Steven B."
Sent: Wednesday, February 19, 2003 4:23 PM
Subject: RE: Reaching Out 2003!
In all fairness, SMU should also host a gathering of local and national KKK groups. Anyone else out there think this would be a good idea? Just a thought.
Sincerely,
D E Roberts
PMBA 50
Anyway, I don’t have a hot opinion to share, nor do i want to spark a debate about it on this site. I just laughed at the reply about the Christian Univ. stance. Im always surprised how huffy some people can get on these issues.
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Sunday, February 23, 2003
posted 11:35 AM by the joker
i downloaded 02/21/03 US Bank Arena - Cincinnati, OH last night and I highly recommend it. Great versions of Frankenstein, 2001, Down with Disease, Boogie on Reggae Woman, Antelope, Harry Hood, Lifeboy, Mike's Song- the jams are funky and tight.
OH, FRIDAY NIGHT
Fri i got a call from erattic chrissy and accepted an invitation to see the Dallas Stars play. EC's lawyer friend had the company tickets- they were on row H, which, umm, is 8 rows from the glass- very close. by far the closest i have ever sat at pro hockey game. thank you, erattic chrissy and lawyer friend.
after the hockey game we met windowsill wendy and some out of town friends at favorite irish bar. i am reminded once again that alcohol lowers inhibitions as i gave a business card to cute bartender (crush #4) with “i have a crush on you” scrawled on the back. oh well. she can add that card to her pile.
saturday was spent recovering from the after the bars close party at the joker’s house till 4am jam session™ on Friday night. i keep on forgetting that it hurts a lot to get up for 9am MBA classes on sat mornings when i do that.
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Friday, February 21, 2003
posted 10:02 AM by Windowsill Wendy
An Evening With the Pretty People: The 2003 Addys
February 20, 2003 * Gypsy Tea Room
I go into this thinking, OK, free food, free booze and a million “creative types” from the big Dallas ad agencies. Cool. I come out of it thinking, OK, the food sucked, only 2 drinks were free, and there’s more hair product in there that at my salon. But all was not lost.
For those of you unfamiliar with the advertising agency environment, a little background:
Every year, the powers that be host an awards show to honor the best ads in TV, radio, print and web that were spawned in Dallas agencies. Typically at one of these events, one encounters many Tina Fey haircuts, cool eyeglasses and rich pretty boys (and girls) who try to dress like they have no money (faded jeans, “vintage” shirts, Urban Outfitters, etc.). There are also lots of people wearing power suits. And booze. Lots and lots of booze. Cocktail hour usually kicks off the evening, followed by a buffet dinner and more drinks. The awards are presented, and some band made up of employees from various ad agencies performs bad rock covers.
I’ve been mulling the idea of looking for a better job at another ad agency, so I thought attending would provide a good opportunity for networking.
Some high points:
•Marilyn, the 50+ bleached blonde, ponytailed, bejeweled woman wearing a black and white striped (a la Pepe Le Pew) mink coat who entertained our table and exhibited many Texas stereotypes.
•Bruce, the musician who writes the score to Dragon Ball Z on the Cartoon Network, who regaled us with tales of anime conventions and being smothered by 17-year-old female fans. His wife was wearing the biggest diamonds I’ve ever seen in person.
•Tons of eye candy.
Some low points:
•The exec from an agency to which I recently applied spluttering, as an acceptance speech, “This is for all the folks we laid off last week.”
•The cold, meager buffet that was supposed to be “dinner.”
•The agency that won most of the awards is actually based in Austin. They were allowed to enter both the Austin and the Dallas Addys, and they cleaned up at both. The problem? They didn’t even bother to show up at the Dallas Addys to collect their awards.
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posted 9:54 AM by the joker
MORE BOOBIES
Masquerading as “a band from LA called the All American Rejects" and after badgering windowsill wendy about her bra size, we (E & D, aka Coach Mcguirk and Gelatodave) took to the streets and some infamous Dallas strip clubs to do "research". Can't say that I learned anything new, but I did see a lot of boobies. Here are some quick thoughts:
• If you were given a card that grants you free admission to a club you have never heard of, the building exterior is in bad need of repair, and there is wood paneling on the walls, don’t expect to see any beauties.
• If, however, you go to a two story structure of a club that is named after an adult magazine and pay a hefty cover charge, you are probably going to see a lot of wonderful fake boobies.
• Strippers will sit in your lap. They will believe you when you say you have never been to dallas and are in a new band.
• Your $7 corona is not for drinking. It is for sipping. Ignore the waitress.
• Don’t be afraid to treat a stripper, well, like a stripper. But do it in fun and with a smile.
• When you run out of bullshit, look to your friend coach mcguirk, who seems to be on their level and never runs out of bullshit.
• Its best to leave the club before they turn on the lights at the end of the night. There is always talk of an after party. Talk is cheap. Lighting is your friend. They use it to their advantage, and we should thank them for that.
• No matter what you do, you are going to smell like smoke, pheromones and baby oil when you leave the club.
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posted 8:25 AM by Windowsill Wendy
What size are my boobs?
It’s been an interesting 24 hours, kids. Last night, I attended the 2003 TOPS Addy Awards presented by the Dallas Ad League. I’ll get to that momentarily, but the really interesting part is what happened afterward.
Post award show, I met the boys, AKA Joker, D and E at the Elbow Room for a nightcap. Discussion turned to a mutual acquaintance who recently had breast implant surgery. As I had seen her the night before, the boys wanted to know how the boob job turned out. I assured them that she looked very natural and had had a really good experience, but they pressed for more information. This is the, ahem, conversation that ensued:
WW: Well, she’s probably a full C or a small D. I mean, I’m a 34-C, and she’s slightly larger and fuller than I am.
E: Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. You are NOT a 34-C. There’s no way.
WW: Is he serious?!?!? Actually, yes, I am. Have been for several years now.
E: No, there’s no way. You’re a B-Cup. A C-Cup is a borderline D.
WW: E, I am a 34-C. I’ll be happy to show you the tag on my bra. A 34-C is not necessarily a borderline D. It can be regular, full, or really full.
E: No, no, you’re more like a 34-B
WW: 34-B? Please. I own one size 34-B bra. The only reason I would attempt to squeeze into it is to pull off cleavage up to my neck. It’s very painful.
E: You can’t be a C. I mean, I’m not checking you out or anything, but I know women’s breasts. A C is more than a handful.
WW: Fuckwit. Suuuuure you’re not “checking me out.” Um, last time I checked, I’ve got slightly “more than a handful.”
E: Ok, well you may be wearing a 34-C, but can you fill it up?
WW: Quite nicely.
E: No way. I’m just sayin’…
WW: Ok, right, I give. You know so much more about my breasts, and women’s breasts in general, than I do. Of course you do. You’re a man.
E: But, a C-cup?!?!
WW: YES! E, I’m pretty sure I know my breasts. I’ve had a long time to get acquainted with them. I know you’re an “expert” and everything, but seriously…
E: I’m just saying, you can’t be a C-cup.
WW: Next time you show up at my apartment, I’m going to come waltzing out shirtless, and you can judge for yourself how well I fill up my C-cup. I’d love to see the look on his face.
E: …
J & D: **massive laughter attacks, complete with convulsive snorting and spilling beers***
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Thursday, February 20, 2003
posted 8:32 AM by the joker
This is a picture of:
a) an o'matommy out of his natural habitat exhibiting a protective fear response
b) a propaganda advertisement villifying the excessive consumption of beer
c) a man with a penis on his hand
d) exhibit (A) demonstrating the combined effects of alcohol and THC on the nervous system
e) all of the above.
your answer?
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Wednesday, February 19, 2003
posted 8:22 AM by the joker
FEATURE:
EXCLUSIVE: INTERVIEW WITH TRIPOD, AMERICA'S NEWEST BOY BAND
Da Schnitz: Hello, Bathtub Gin, and thanks for having us. We are Tripod, a new boy band.
The Joker: Yes, thanks for being here. How did Tripod get its start?
Da Schnitz: Tripod started in Puerto Rico '03 with a sexy rendition of "Like A Virgin" in front of a festival crowd of roughly 150 people.
The Joker: Impressive first gig. Was the crowd reaction warm?
Lil Meow Meow: Shit, warm? You see that press photo? The crowd was OUT OF CONTROL. Our moves and voices
make women go crazy.
Windowsill Wendy: I'm a big fan. Do you have a lot of female admirers?
Da Schnitz: Get in line! We have plenty of girlz waitin' to get wit us.
A1 Sticky Sauce: Who's this Wendy chick??...Oh, i mean "hey, what's goin' on?!?" She sounds hot.
Windowsill Wendy: Um, yes, its hott with two "t"'s, thank you very much.
Da Schnitz: What are you doin' tonight, Wendy? Wanna come and play with Tripod?
Lil Meow Meow: Wanna sit on my windowsill?
A1 Sticky Sauce: Did you just say that, Meow Meow? Wendy, Im the one you want. Baby's got sauce.
Windowsill Wendy: *Yawn* Oh, sorry. I'd love to, boys, but i have other plans tonight.
The Joker: Tell me more about Tripod- do you each have a "type" within the group?
Da Schnitz: We each go by different names. For instance, my name is "Da Schnitz." The other two members are named, "Lil Meow Meow" and "A1 Sticky Sauce."
The Joker: is there a story behind A1 Sticky Sauce's name?
A1 Sticky Sauce: 57 varieties was already taken. I figure i'll keep it until A1 decides to sue us, butt, and i do mean butt, if we continue on our climb upward, then i figure A1 will be a tour sponsor...nothing like being front row at a tripod concert, getting A1 poured on you instead of water. Plus all I drink at shows in A1, never booze or water, its so refreshing...has raisins in it. I'm gonna go throw up now.
The Joker: Well, that wraps up our interview. Thanks, guys!
Da Schnitz: Yes, thanks. Come catch us in Chicago, America!
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Monday, February 17, 2003
posted 2:46 PM by Windowsill Wendy
The Joker did a fabulous job of re-capping the weekend activities. It's only now, after consuming mozzarella sticks with a greasy burger and fries, logging 10 hours of sleep and curling up on my couch with the roomie's laptop and a nice steamy mug of spiced tea that I feel like I can talk about it. Damn, what a crazy three days. Here's the breakdown:
The Highlights:
• Red Velvet cake, Raspberry Bellinis and Valentine Mood Lighting
• Sassily telling off the drunken Irishmen after he offered to check out my ass by saying, "I know I have a great ass. Whether you choose to appreciate it or not is your problem" in my best diva voice
• The bartender at the Village Station and his to die for Bloody Marys
• Shamelessly getting my groove on to "Jenny from the Block" with two Argentinians
• Slumber party with G, Little M and Swinger K at the Joker's house. Somehow, having them there made that hardwood floor a little less uncomfortable.
• Steak and eggs at the Goldrush Cafe Sunday morning. Hangover food. Mmmmm.....
• Burgers at The Angry Dog with Roomie J. Love that hangover food.
• Watching The Good Girl and About a Boy Sunday night accompanied by Roomie J, Erratic Chrissy, O'Matommy, The Swiss Buddha and his wife and copious amounts of ice cream
• The Starbucks Toffee Nut Latte. Venti, please.
The Lowlights:
• Throwing up all morning Saturday morning. Yep, had a few too many Coronas at the V-Day party. OK, a lot too many.
• Finding out my coat, along with those belonging to the Joker and Little M, had been stolen. I hope the thief enjoys those cashmere-lined leather Neiman Marcus gloves. Motherfucker.
• Shamelessly getting my groove on to "Jenny from the Block" with two Argentinians
• Being locked out of my house from Saturday night until 2:00 Sunday afternoon, necessitating the slumber party on the Joker's cold hardwood floors.
• The fact that the Joker apparently doesn't believe in keeping coffee in his house.
• Heartburn caused by greasy hangover food and caffeinated Starbucks beverages.
• G, Little M and Swinger K's departure. Miss you guys.
• Having to go to work despite the fact that I have the day off.
Ok, I'm going to take a nap now. Peace.
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posted 12:55 PM by the joker
the first annual bathtub gin love festival® went off fantastically on friday night. im fairly certain that everyone in attendance felt the love. here are a few of the things i remember:
• icing from a cake made by windowsill wendy being licked off my neck, fingers, and lips by erattic chrissy
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• picking up the guitar to play 80’s love ballads with gelatodave on drums, realizing that i could not remember any of the words or music to any of the requested songs, then playing/singing a horrible version of Tom Petty’s “Last Dance with Mary Jane”
• realizing i cant sing worth shit, giving the guitar and mic to gelatodave and getting on the drums…playing some space-jam stuff till i got blisters on my hands from drumming
• erattic chrissy taking full advantage of my indie rock cowboy snap-shirt phase™
by ripping open my shirt on no less than 4 occasions
• wondering exactly how a fridge full of beer disappears so quickly
WHY YES, I HAVE TICKETS
last weekend indigo steve sold me 2 tickets to see Big Head Todd and the Monsters at the Granada theater- i did not know why i was buying them until windowsill wendy called me Saturday afternoon to tell me that G is coming in town with a couple of friends for the show and needs a ticket. PERFECT!
G is a relatively new friend of mine, but she went to school with windowsill wendy and they are tight. i cant say enough positive things about her, but for right now you need to know that 1) she ranks a 11 out of 10 on the cool-o-meter 2) is smoking hott (really, a taller version of windowsill wendy) 3) is extremely fun 4) did a great john bonham impression at the declared sunrise party in 2002 (maybe wendy will tell you the story another time)...
BIG HEAD TODD PLAYS GUITAR REALLY FUKKIN WELL
G arrives at my house with her fun gal pal little m and swinger k. we have a quick drink and make our way down to the Granada theater, just in time to catch the first rockin song from Big Head Todd & The Monsters. BHTM is a band that i have always liked, but never gotten to see live. they sound so much bigger than a three piece and sound so powerful and commanding live. i am not at all afraid to use the term GUITAR GOD when talking about lead singer/band leader/guitarist Todd Park Mohr. Hell yes. his solos channel the energy and style of Stevie Ray Vaughn, but never ramble on too long. They played two sets, the sound was great, the venue was great, and i left with a huge smile on my face.
but the evening wasn’t done, oh no.
A WRITHING ORGY OF GAY BOYS FROM AN ABERCROMBIE CATALOG PHOTO SHOOT
next, we picked up windowsill wendy and headed down to experience the scene that is village station. dallas has a small but strong gay community, and in my opinion, have one of the funnest dance clubs in the city. cute boys, lisps, hip hop beats, drag queens, strong drinks, and a large dance floor can be found here. i have a look that seems to be distinctively straight, so i was not bothered by the mass of handsy and horny boys. it should be noted that swinger k attracted a suitor, and was quite the sport by yielding to his mostly harmless dancing advances. we all got our groove on for a solid 2 hours. at times it was necessary to defend wendy, G, and little M from handsy advances, but apart from a couple of brief occasions it was fun, fun, fun. Song highlights for me was the Its getting hot in here-->Hella Good 2am stretch.
it must be said that i left the village station thinking about how easy it must be to hook up as a gay male, but how hard it must be to have a steady relationship. i can imagine that more than one head has exploded in jealousy when their boyfriend is grinding with a stray boy on the dance floor.
The only drawback to the evening occurred when wendy, little M and i could not locate our jackets. someone out there has a very nice suede jacket of mine that has been with me since ’97…but somehow i don’t feel bad about losing it, like it was time for it to leave me. wendy was not able to locate her keys, as they were in the pocket of her jacket, which ultimately resulted in my favorite part of the entire weekend.
SOMETIMES IF YOU LET GO OF THE REIGNS AND LET THINGS HAPPEN IT ALL WORKS OUT FANTASTICALLY
after leaving the club, we were forced to have a slumber party at my house- the ladies had planned on staying at wendy’s. we ate some late night nachos, had a couple more drinks, and i finally retired a little earlier than the rest of the group. i brought out blankets and pillows, allowing the group to make sleeping decisions as they saw fit. i was awoken gently from my slumber a few minutes later by G, when she crawled in for a few hours of snuggle time. indeed, the joker’s bed was warm. don’t get me wrong- nothing inappropite happened- but it is certainly nice to snuggle unexpectedly with a leggy woman for a few hours. in the morning i got a playful leer from windowsill wendy, but it was worth it. cant wait to party with them again.
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Friday, February 14, 2003
posted 2:05 PM by Windowsill Wendy
Be My Valentine?
Valentine's Day is not a holiday that I traditionally enjoy too much. I've always felt sort of lukewarm about it. I've never gotten flowers on Valentine's Day, and my significant other and I usually do something very low-key in observence, like eating a nice dinner and seeing a movie. I really do hate all the cheesy decorations and craptacular cards/flowers/tchotchkes that flood every retail outlet in the nation.
This year, I've decided to turn it into a really positive holiday that I can celebrate with all of my friends, along with my s.o. That's why the Joker and I are hosting the First Annual Bathtub Gin Valentine's Day Lovefest. I want the party to give my single friends a chance to meet and mingle with other single folks. I want my coupled friends to feel like they can top off the night at a fun party with good food, drinks and company. That way, everybody wins. Who knows, maybe some luv connections will be made. If all goes well, maybe it will become a tradition. Now, if I can only find a sassy little red dress, I'll be set!
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posted 9:47 AM by the joker
today, i am excited about the bonnaroo lineup announcement:
The Dead
Widespread Panic
James Brown
Allman Brothers Band
Ben Harper & the Inncocent Criminals
Jack Johnson
moe.
Galactic
The Roots
Bela Fleck & the Flecktones
Medeski Martin & Wood
Sonic Youth
Yonder Mountain String Band
Robert Randolph & the Family Band
Nickel Creek
G. Love and Special Sauce
Sound Tribe Sector 9
O.A.R.
North Mississippi Allstars
Warren Haynes
Keller Williams
Garage A Trois
Tortoise
Mix Master Mike
Kid Koala
Z-Trip
Particle
Antibalas Afrobeat Orchestra
Smokey & Miho
The New Deal
RJD2
The Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players
i think it kicks ass that james brown is going to be there. glad to see that MM&W is playing this year; sonic youth and tortoise are interesting additions, too. i hope that phish gets added to the bill soon...or hell, it would make my century if radiohead decided to play- bonnaroo is about good music- its not really a jam band hippie festival that some people think it is. but jam bands and hippies are a lot of fun. tickets go on sale on feb 22...anyone else going to tennessee this summer?
last night i went out to my favorite irish bar with o'mahtommy...im kinda brain-dead this morning. it doesnt look like crush #3 will be in attendance at tonight's valentine's party at my house...but thats ok. crush #4 has been designated- the lovely bartender katie from favorite irish bar is officially crush #4. oh yes. one can dream.
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Thursday, February 13, 2003
posted 9:25 AM by Windowsill Wendy
While catching up with Faustus, MD today, something in one of his posts made me think about childhood, and the way different kids develop. He mentioned that he learned to tie his shoes late (but not that late), and I thought, "So did I!" Isn't it weird how, as a kid, you develop some skills much later than peers but others much earlier? This is what I remember:
*I learned to read before my third birthday. I remember reading my first book.
*I refused to attempt to learn how to tie my shoes until I was in first grade.
*I remember being (barely) two years old and becoming irate (as only a toddler can) by the fact that my mom was trying to make me take a nap, but not being able to talk to say why I was upset. I could only cry. I remember standing in my crib, hands outstretched toward the closed bedroom door, arms through the rails, unable to see over the top of the crib. Screaming until I finally got tired and slept.
*I refused to learn to ride a bicycle until I was almost eight years old.
*I remember my mother schlepping me to a photo studio to have photos taken just after my third birthday. They were my "three-years-old" photos. I thought I was really grown up.
*It took me a long time to grow hair on my head as a kid. By the time I was about three and a half, I finally had a decent head of hair. So, I gave myself a haircut. My mom cried; my dad laughed.
*When we were four, my best friend bailed out of a swing, broke his leg and had to be in a body cast for six weeks. We both got Snoopy Games to console us. Even in college, we still talked about how much we loved those games. They were these yellow plastic boxes with buttons on top in the shape of Snoopy and Woodstock and other things. Pushing the buttons caused the box to emit canned renditions of classic kiddie songs. The buttons would light up while the music played. I tried to find one online, but, alas, they seem to have vanished forever.
*My cat caused me to break my arm when I was in the first grade. Don't ask.
*I remember that my first favorite color was yellow, and my second was purple.
What do you remember?
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Wednesday, February 12, 2003
posted 6:05 PM by the joker
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Tuesday, February 11, 2003
posted 4:23 PM by Windowsill Wendy
Valentine's Schmalentine's
Valentine's Day is probably my least favorite holiday of the year. As such, I plan to turn February 14, 2003 into one of the most rollicking good time parties possible. I'm hoping it will go down in the record books as one of the best freakin' fracasses ever. With my cohort, the Joker, I am soliciting ideas for this fabulous fray. Please leave us feedback and ideas on how to break with the traditions of faded flowers, nasty chocolates and smarmy cards.
We're going to have live music - 80s power ballads - lots of adult beverages and delicious confections. Do you have ideas? Want an invite? E-mail or leave a comment.
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posted 9:46 AM by the joker
it may not be popular, but i actually like that steven guy.
can't they leave a dude alone? a little pot never hurt nobody.
i need a new cd-organization strategy.
i have currently been using the "stack" cd-organization strategy. this involves having stacks of 30-50 cds in no particular order, usually by the cd player or computer with no cases. while convenient, this strategy sometimes ends up in a situation like this morning, where i randomly grabbed a stack of cds to listen to at work and all of them are sad cds. dont get me wrong- they are great cds, but they dont fit my mood today.
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Monday, February 10, 2003
posted 2:24 PM by the joker
Crush update
was disappointed that my sunday afternoon hey how are you doing? chit chat call to crush #3 went unreturned. that is, until i got the following e-mail:
-----Original Message-----
From: crush #3 Turista A
Sent: Monday, February 10, 2003 2:03 PM
To: me
Subject:
Hi,
I got your message. Sorry I didn't call, but I am trying to avoid using my cell phone because my bill was way too high last month which is not helping me to save money...so I got your email from [Austin Princess] since this is the best way for me to communicate these days.
Hope you have a good week.
Turista A
now, i have no idea or not if she is interested, but tracking down someone's e-mail address from a friend equals cool points in my book.
missed call
in a completely unrelated incident, i got a drunk dial and drunk message from crush #1 on friday night. however, my phone had run out of juice and was turned off; i didnt hear the message until the next day. damn the luck.
previous crush update
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posted 7:59 AM by Windowsill Wendy
Sloth....
Is it wrong that my weekend activity consisted almost entirely of holding down the couch, reading my book and watching back-to-back episodes of E! True Hollywood Story? I ventured out a total of three times all weekend - twice to go to the gym and once (Sat. night) to go to a movie. I was still wearing pajamas at 3:00 pm yesterday. Yes, you're right, I'm the laziest human being on the planet.
Breaking up is hard to do....
How do you break up with a best friend? I think it's even more painful than ending a romantic relationship on some levels. See, I had this friend who was closer than a sister to me for the better part of five years. Her family literally treated me as one of their own, and mine returned the favor. When I was wading through the muck of my life's ruins at the lowest point of my existence, she was right beside me. I did the same for her. The two of us have been through more together in that five years than most people experience in a lifetime. The kind of good and bad that inexplicably binds you to someone whether you like it or not. We've celebrated the highest highs together and picked up the pieces of one another after the most shattering lows imaginable. Then, suddenly, it changed. She became cool and distant. I moved to another city; she married. I was in the wedding, but it felt false. She didn't return phone calls, e-mails, etc. After several months of this, I discovered she and other catty girls were saying terrible things about me as long as I was not present to defend myself, but being sweet as can be to my face. You know, like high school. (Foolishly, I thought we were all much more mature than this. I entertained some crazy notion that just because I can tell someone what I think of them to their face, most other people can do the same.)
Anyway, as a last-ditch effort to save the frienship, I sent her a letter explaining that I wanted her to continue to be a part of my life, missed her, apologized for any way I might possibly have offended her, asked that she come for a visit to patch things up and encouraged her to encourage other people to take up their problems with me to my face. She replied, saying that the last thing she wanted was to damage our frienship, etc. I've heard from her twice in two years. Both times, she needed something from me.
I've seen this 'friend' a few times at weddings and showers, and she always acts so happy to see me, but I can't make myself believe it's genuine. Perhaps I come off a bit cold, but can you really blame me? I refuse to be the reason why the friendship fails, so I continue to send Christmas and birthday and anniversary cards each year. I continue to send her my updated contact information. She is having a baby in a few weeks. I'd love nothing more than to gush into the hospital with a huge flower bouquet and shower the new family with gifts and love, but I don't think my pride and my heart can stand it. Yesterday, I received an invitation to her baby shower. Immediately, that stupid rectangle of pink and white paper filled me with a blind, red rage. How dare this person blatantly request that I give her a gift on pretext of inviting me to a shower?!? Obviously, she doesn't care to get in touch with me any other time, and her presumptuousness infuriated me. Not a word from her for almost two years, but she invites me to her fucking shower? For what? So I can show up and subject myself to the mealy-mouthed twits who will do nothing but talk behind my back like a gaggle of sophomores at their lockers? Not worth it - no thank you. But the thing that infuriates me the very most about the whole situation - the thing that really rubs salt in the wound - is that I know I'll find her registry and order a big, shiny baby gift for her. After all, I still love her like a sister and would do anything for her child. Maybe I'm just a big twit myself, but I can't help it. I'm a loyal twit.
Sorry to unleash the torrent on you; hope you're not bored to tears. Thanks for listening. This twit is knackered. All that couch-sitting. Argh.
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Sunday, February 09, 2003
posted 12:40 PM by the joker
i have a thing about red indie rock shoes. i don’t know if there is anyone else out there that uses the term “indie rock shoes” besides me, but i am fond of using it. if you don’t know what indie rock is, well, all i can say is im sorry, because you are missing out. but for the purposes of this entry you just need to know that i generally use the term to describe the style that seems to be popular now for the urban outfitters crowd.
at any rate, i have a couple of pairs of red shoes. i think they are cool. no, wait. i know they are fukkin cool. and i really, really like it when a cute girl has a pair of cool indie rock shoes on. on Friday i was leaving the office and i stepped onto the elevator with one of those cute girls.
i noticed her shoes right away, and about 15 seconds after i was on the elevator, i told her “hey, cool shoes.”
of course, i was wearing my work attire, which consists of slacks and a tie. i look hott, of course, but not indie-rock hott. i think she was a little surprised that tie boy was cool. her face lit up.
being the stoopid boy that i am, i never realized what a conversation starter complimenting a girl's shoes can be. after that, she introduced herself and we chatted. she works for an ad agency…she just moved here from Austin…what do you do? do you like your job? you know, chit-chat.
there is an elevator that i go down to the bottom of my building, then walk to the parking garage and take another elevator up to where my car is parked. in an interesting twist of fate our cars had also made each other’s acquaintance, because we were parked side by side.
we actually chit-chatted out in the cold next to our cars for a couple of minutes. she smiled a lot.
that was pretty much it, we told each other to have a good weekend…perhaps we will see each other again. but i digress. this is about shoes.
i have a pair of new balance that are my designated wear to concert/club show shoes. for my foot, and my money, nothing beats the support of the new balance. if im going to be doing anything on my feet, they are the way to go.
well, last night at the mofro show, i got a compliment on my red indie rock shoes from a girl. she was cute, sort of, but was either:
a)high
b)drunk
c)stoopid
d)a and c
e)all of the above
i say this because this is how the conversation continued:
i like the big N on them. very old-school.
thanks. the N on them stands for neil. im neil, by the way
nice to meet you. (smiles) im stephanie...that’s cool. where did you get them?
well, i ordered them online
online?
yes. at neil.com you see, there is a web site for everyone’s name.
a web site for everyone’s name?
yes. it’s a place where you can get stuff that people with your name would like. kinda like a big community of people with similar interests, because you all have the same name. most people are really nice. like a bunch of brothers bound by a common name.
wow. that’s really cool. do you think there is a Stephanie.com?
oh yeah. of course. but you have to make sure that you spell your name correctly, and don’t try to interact with the stefanie.com people or the steph.com people. for example- my name, neil, has another spelling- n-e-a-l. the neal.com people are totally different. all the neil’s are really laid back and cool, we like to talk about music and are very chill. but the neal’s are a bunch of pricks. really uptight. assholes, the lot of them.
wow. i never knew that. do you have a pen?
no, why?
i want to make myself a note. when i get home im going to look at Stephanie.com and find my sisters.
yeah. look for some shoes with an “S” on them
exactly! im so glad i met you. (we hug) can i buy you a drink?
no thanks. im actually about to leave.
(disappointed) well, ok. maybe ill see you around.
(smiles) yeah. nice to meet you.
red shoes are cool.
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Friday, February 07, 2003
posted 10:59 AM by Windowsill Wendy
Friday!!!!!
Whew! Made it through the week from hell, and only 7 hours 'til quittin' time. Huge, steaming cups of caffeinated beverage have been crucial to my sanity this morning. I've crammed more work into the last 3 hours than I usually accomplish in a day. Thank God I have such a dazzling social life as to keep me entertained throughout the weekend. Ha! My weekend plans consist entirely of seeing two movies. Look out, Dallas!
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posted 10:25 AM by the joker
Tonight, windowsill wendy & gelatodave are going to be joining me at a Black History Month celebration at the Dallas Museum of Art. Calling it a Black History Month celebration, to me, is a little misleading. What we are really going to do is watch a couple of films about jazz musicians who happen to be black and drink wine with fellow white people. Really, I don’t like the tone of a “______insert race here______ Appreciation” anything, because in my mind it only seems to highlight differences between people. I would much rather appreciate something like the fact that Thelonious Monk, Dizzy Gillespie, Roy Eldridge, Count Basie, and dozens of others shaped the history of music and- as I like to say- totally kicked ass, rather than remember that they were black.
Saturday night im planning on going down to hear Mofro, a band that describes itself as “swamp funk”. Im sure that my jam-band companion smoky greenleaf will be in attendance.
Crush Update
So, I finally got a call back from turista a last night. I invited her to both the jazz deal tonight and the Mofro show, but struck out on both- she already has made plans. It wasn’t a complete strikeout, because she asked me about other stuff that I was up to, and said “im normally not this busy, this week has just been crazy”. So, im still pursuing and optimistic, but not getting my hopes up too too high.
Michael Jackson is fukkin crazy.
That’s right. You heard it here first, folks. Its kinda sad, actually.
Morning yoga
This morning I got up early and went to a new morning yoga class that is just starting. There was supposed to be 5 of us, but I was the only student that showed up. I got a great personal workout with the eccentric owner of the yoga center. she is one of those women that you know is somewhere in the 28-42 age bracket, but look really young and exude a high amount of sexual energy. She has the waist of a 14 year old and (what we suspect to be) very nice breast implants. but aside from her good looks, she is really cool and its very fun to meet interesting people in the community like her. Her “Mr. Yang” owns the art space/furniture store next door, and they seem to co-habitate in the apartment(s)? above the businesses. So, what can I say other than ive had a great morning.
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Thursday, February 06, 2003
posted 2:26 PM by Windowsill Wendy
In other news, our beloved DJ BLURB has designated a new whore.
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posted 12:56 PM by the joker
lets nominate fish
i think fish deserves to be on this list. if you agree with me, then you should send an e-mail to: bestblog@msnbc.com
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posted 10:55 AM by the joker
Cool picture.
The other day I was putting my shoes on after yoga class and noticed a photo hanging on the wall. It was a sunrise, with the silhouetted figures of a couple in balanced yoga poses. It was a beautiful, red/auburn sunrise and the couple seemed to be standing on a mountain top.
Upon closer examination, I noticed that it was kinda fuzzy around the crotch area of one of the figures. Bush. I could also make out a nipple at the end of a breast.
Cool Picture.
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posted 8:21 AM by Windowsill Wendy
Was that really necessary? Did you really have to take my crappy day, and make it worse? Just when I thought it was over? It was the end of the day, for Chrissakes, and I was finally heading home. Very relieved to be leaving my work - crazy clients, incompetent vendors and crotchety co-workers - behind. Was it really your bounden duty to make me feel awful about the way I dress for crying out loud? I've never met you. You don't know me. I've never seen you before in my life. You have no idea of my sense of style. Yes, I happened to be wearing a suit yesterday. You could have just commented on my suit and left it at that, but you just couldn't. No, it was not a special day at the office. No, we did not have clients in the office. No, I don't usually dress casually. No, it's not unusual for me to wear a nice suit. No, I don't have the luxury of wearing "sloppy clothes" to work. Yes, I did look damn fine yesterday, but I didn't need you to tell me that. And you needn't imply that I normally dress poorly. Thank you, Mr. Man in the Elevator. Thank you for snuffing out the last spark of positivity and optimism that remained in my outlook yesterday. Really though, I'm quite capable of feeling insufficient and drab on my own. Next time, please keep your fashion opinions to yourself. Have a fan-fucking-tastic evening.
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Wednesday, February 05, 2003
posted 3:42 PM by Windowsill Wendy
I want to be her.
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posted 2:31 PM by the joker
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posted 10:40 AM by Windowsill Wendy
Sooooo Tired......
I don't understand it. I get 7-8 hours of sleep per night. I eat right. I drink plenty of water. I excercise. I'm not terribly stressed out. I"m in good health. And I am exhausted all the time. I can't seem to drag myself out of bed in the morning - the snooze button has been getting an hour-long workout each day lateley. I'm definitely not a morning person, but I've always been able to get up when my alarm went off. Now, I can't even get up after hitting snooze 3-4 times. CAN'T. As a result, I struggle to keep my eyes open at work. I'm always late to work. I'm so tired that I can't focus on work - or anything else for that matter. Any advice? Suggestions? I'm at the end of my rapidly fraying rope here.....
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........................
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posted 9:38 AM by the joker
* quick hits * * quick hits * * quick hits * * quick hits * * quick hits * * quick hits *
- the big dude that sang "unbreak my heart" on American Idol last night was just wrong...so wrong, as they say, "on so many levels."
- i moved into a different cubicle this morning. the view out the window isnt as cool, but i think it has good computer screen view protection so i am generally happy with the move.
- however, there is old scotch tape residue line on my new desk that i am trying to scrape off with my fingernail. im just going to say it- the last person that sat here was a fukker.
- ive always thought it was kinda funny how elevators had mirrors in them, so you could check yourself and make sure you looked hott before you got off the elevator to where ever it was you are going. i thought it was kinda vain and stoopid, until this morning, when i was checking myself out and making sure that i looked hott and noticed that my fly was down. thank you, elevator mirrors. could have been disasterous.
- i did my taxes last night using turbotax on the web. ladies, holy shit, im rich!
- called turista a (crush #3) last night, we might do something this weekend. ill keep you posted.
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Tuesday, February 04, 2003
posted 4:38 PM by the joker
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posted 9:37 AM by the joker
You are a target market
my sleep is still a little messed up because i stayed up all night friday night and then went to class and yoga saturday morning without a nap or anything in the afternoon. i was tired all day yesterday, but then i was wired and i couldnt get to sleep last night. about 2am i was doing the usual playing guitar while halfway paying attention to the RUN-DMC Behind The Music on VH1. there were a series of commercials and i was noodling around on the guitar until i heard a woman's voice giving testimonial and saying things like:
"...its less sticky..."
"...it has smoothed out the rough parts in our relationship..."
"...glides..."
"...now i use it every night..."
and it ended with the logo for
K-Y Jelly
and all i can think is, "wow. did i really just see that?"
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Monday, February 03, 2003
posted 1:52 PM by Windowsill Wendy
Upon receiving the dubious distinction of reaching 1,000 + hits for Bathtub Gin, I'm posting a list. In keeping with the Joker's optimism for 2003, I'm listing the following:
things that have totally kicked ass during the past year...
1. Moving into my kick-ass downtown apartment with my kick-ass roommate
2. Hangover food at Denny's with the Joker
3. Our kick-ass New Year's Eve Party
4. Grocery shopping at the Farmer's Market
5. I'm with Joker on this one - Yoga classes
6. The Rolling Stones, Ryan Adams, Aimee Mann, Duncan Sheik, Moss Eiesley, Ron Sexsmith and Coldplay
7. The "Best of Radiohead" CD that I can't seem to remove from my car CD player
8. My fabulous puppy-dog
9. Discovering Fish
10. Discovering that I actually know Fish. Well, sort of.
11. Planning a Valentine's party with Joker that entails live covers of 80s power ballads
12. Drinking $50 worth of bottles of sunshine in one sitting.... It was really, really hot out, and it was a really, really long sitting.
13. Francissss, Ray-Ray and Tripod
14. Mexican Food
15. Visits from various friends from various states, most notably, w., j. and b.
16. The sagas of ohmahtommy
17. The car trip w/d. from Dallas, TX to Cheyenne, WY with stops in Denver and Boulder
18. Mojitos
19. Paying off a credit card
20. Becoming a redhead, albeit briefly
21. Sunshine all winter long - the real stuff, not the bottles. Well, OK, those too.
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posted 10:30 AM by the joker
random humor:
the plug has a new issue out.
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posted 9:55 AM by Windowsill Wendy
What a great weekend. Starting with Friday night, the past weekend turned out to be one of the best I've had in ages, in spite of the Columbia Tragedy. Capped of a stressful week with a really stressful day, but things turned around upon arrival at the Coldplay concert late Friday.
Coldplay completely rocked, but I have to say that one of the highlights of the evening was experiencing this little band from Tyler, Texas that opened the show. Moss Eisley, a band made up of three sisters, their brother and the kid next door, is one of the best acts I've seen in months. These kids (the oldest is 21) are absolutely phenomenal. Please, please do yourself a favor and check them out. I'm not sure whether they have actual songs available for download on their site, but take a look if you have a chance. I could not believe the talent. I wanted to be them - they were that cool. I told the Joker, If I had seen these girls perform when I was 16 or 17, that would've been it for me. I'd have quit school and formed a band. I swear, it was like a female version of Radiohead. Among their influences are Sunny Day Real Estate, Deatcab for Cutie, Travis, the Smiths, Jimmy Eat World, Superdrag, the Flaming Lips, Pedro the Lion, Bjork...on and on and on.... You can read more about them here.
Ron Sexsmith was next in the night's line-up, and we all really enjoyed his smooth, bluesy/jazzy style. He had this sort of deep, resonating voice that meshed wonderfully with the gorgeous melodies and lyrics. At one point, he stopped mid song and played part of "Something," dedicating it to the memory of George Harrison. Very cool moment.
Coldplay was an unbelievable experience as well. I saw them a year or so ago, the first time they came through Dallas, and it was interesting to note the changes the band has undergone since then. Friday they were dressed in suits rather than old jeans and t-shirts. The venue was much more upscale, and the lighting and sound were amazing. I've never appreciated lighting like I did Friday night. The lighting designer for their tour deserves to win an award. Chris's vocal range still manages to astound me. I think it's comparable to Beck's. The sets consisted of a good mix of material from Parachutes, Rush of Blood to the Head and new songs. The guys have such amazing stage presence and charisma, and I found them to be very witty and entertaining. This was a great show - how often does one see three incredible performances in one evening?
It's Tough Being a Diva
Saturday morning started out on a grim note. My roommate and I watched in stunned silence as the news of the Columbia disaster unfolded on our TV screen. We just couldn't believe it had disintigrated right over our heads. After watching several news reports and press conferences, we decided we needed a girl's day out to get away from the depressing story. Shopping and pampering seemed to be just what the doctor ordered.
Our first stop was the grocery store, where we stocked up enought to feed an army for two weeks. Then it was off to the local nursery to buy some seeds for an herb garden and a couple of new plants for the apartment. Afterward, we stopped in for manicures/pedicures. Feeling freshly beautified, we made plans to meet the girls for dinner. After some fabulous Mexican food and a few too many Mambo Taxis, we took off for one of my favorite bars to meet up with a few more friends. After another drink or two, we hit the movie theater for a screening of Just Married. It was a funny, brainless flick that didn't require too much thought. It was a good thing after the drinks. Quite a night.
Beautiful Day
The weather yesterday was too unbelievably nice to stay indoors, so I spent the afternoon walking my dog and rollerblading with the Joker on the Katy Trail. Tired, but refreshed, I spent the rest of the day doing laundry and cleaning the apartment. A great weekend for sure.
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Sunday, February 02, 2003
posted 11:32 PM by the joker
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posted 12:07 PM by the joker
from Rollingstone:
"Hit up the record industry. Anyone who purchased a CD between 1995 and December 22nd, 2000, is eligible to recieve a $20 slice of a $143 million out-of-court settlement. The money comes from a class-action suit filed in 2000, when attorneys general from 28 states accused the top 5 U.S. CD distributors and the 3 largest music retailers (Tower, Musicland and Trans World) of price fixing- it turns out music consumers had been overcharged an estimated $480 million between 1997 and 2000. To get what's yours, go to www.musiccdsettlement.com by march 3rd and answer three questions regarding cd-purchasing habits. Then wait for the money to roll in."
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Saturday, February 01, 2003
posted 2:38 PM by the joker
positive
to stay true to the idea that 2003 is going to totally and completely kick ass, every month i am going to complie a list of things that totally kicked ass on the first of every month. so, here goes (totally):
things that totally kicked ass in jan, 2003:
1. Phish New Year's Eve, Madison Square Garden, with perinable s.
2. Coldplay, jan 31, with windowsill wendy, gelatodave, and coach mcguirk.
3. moe., jan 30, with smoky greenleaf.
4. windowsill wendy's amazing cooking, multiple occasions.
5. yoga classes - a clean mind, a healty body, and toots.
6. eating no fast food and drinking less than 10 dr. peppers for the month.
7. seeing the alberts of massachusetts and partying with them at minc
8. getting pictures in the mail from the very talented albert of massachusetts
9. new blog and people complimenting it
10. the late night afterparty that went down at my house, last night, until 4:30 am w/ austin princess and friends
11. meeting the lovely spain traveler a, last night, whom now is officially crush #3 for 2003
12. adaptation
13. finding a brand new copy of live phish 16 - 10.31.98 in the used bin and never taking it out of the cd player
14. domino's dots at the superbowl
15. hangin with lubbock lola
16. doing well in school, having a kick ass study group that gets shit done right
17. rombuses
18. aimee mann/duncan sheik w/windowsill wendy
19. the night of jan 25 with erattic chrissy, ohmahtommy, good hearted steve, bottles of sunshine & mexican food
20. learning that college roommate g and lovely wife miss teen oregon 1991 are pregnant
21. being ahead in the sales contest at work and getting choc chip cookies made for me
so, that sums up a damn good month. where's your list?
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