Pelikandaughter

Monday, December 12th, 2005

5:13 pm - My live journal is still there!

nmazzuca: ooh ooh i got a present for you yesterday!

pelikandaughter: You are bad

Nat: hee!

pelikandaughter: and also still at werk, I see.

Nat: i tole sara what it is too!

pelikandaughter: bunk beds?

Nat: i here till 5:30

Nat: i not telling

pelikandaughter: Please tell me. I have to know. I'm pregnant.

Nat: hahaha

Nat: nice try

pelikandaughter: krap. It's worked before...

Nat: i was scared

Nat: that time.

pelikandaughter: you were adorable.

Nat: we all knwo john is fixed too

Nat: so...

pelikandaughter: well, how do you know it isn't Michael Vartan's?

Nat: um, i guess i can't be SURE

pelikandaughter: or Tobey's, before he got gay?

pelikandaughter: got the gay.

Nat: but i think there's a 99% possibility that you haven't been to LA and he hasn't been in Madison

Nat: hahaha

Nat: he shoulda been inbrokeback mountain

pelikandaughter: We met up in Quebec.

pelikandaughter: oh, man, that would have been so hott.

Nat: working on your french

pelikandaughter: as it is, I still want to see it.

Nat: it's supposed to be really good

pelikandaughter: I think Michael Vartan would have been cuter than Heath Ledger, but, I expect there are others who will disagree.

pelikandaughter: That movie is not so much about hotness as it is about unshaven faces, I guess.

Nat: hahaha

Nat: and longing glances

Nat: and horses.

pelikandaughter: are there no sex scenes?

Nat: i think there's just makeout

Nat: i could be wrong...i haven't read up about it.

pelikandaughter: hmm, that could mean anything.

Nat: anything, like force = mass times acceleration

pelikandaughter: ha ha!

Nat: or the definition of efficiency

Nat: where do you think the movie is going?

Nat: i'm sure there's some lukewarm man on man action

pelikandaughter: don't get me wrong, I'm not like, oh, we need graphic sex scenes, but I'd hate for them to puss out on real kissing.

pelikandaughter: ha ha ha!

Nat: or man on man face sucking

Nat: ang lee don't usually disappoint

Nat: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/12/08/DDG9QG3VR01.DTL&type=movies

pelikandaughter: yeah. unless he was under pressure.

Nat: The two guys -- cowboys -- are in love with each other, but we don't ever quite know if they're in love with each other because they're gay, or if they're gay because they're in love with each other.

Nat: hmm. definitely lukewarm

Nat: Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal play Ennis and Jack, respectively,

Nat: ennis?

Nat: like pennis?

pelikandaughter: Oh, it will be disappointing if THAT doesn't result on a play on words.

pelikandaughter: in the script.

Nat: it had better

pelikandaughter: It's the sort of choice that separates the Road House from the Merchant Ivory dreck.

Nat: hahaha

pelikandaughter: you think Sam Elliott would just let "Ennis" slip quietly by? Fuck no.

Nat: Jack shoulda been Dick

Nat: now that's ROADHOUS

Nat: e

pelikandaughter: Roadhaus

Nat: hahaha

Nat: that's totally it's new name

pelikandaughter: I like it!

Nat: i think you should LJ about it

pelikandaughter: yeah.

Nat: revive pelikandaughter

Nat: with this masterwork.

pelikandaughter: poor Pelikandaughter.

pelikandaughter: Can I just cut n paste?

Nat: she a bizy ladiee

pelikandaughter: a joint entry, if you will?

Nat: i suppose.

Nat: i expect more effort in the near future though.

pelikandaughter: After Wednesday.

Nat: ok

pelikandaughter: Breakout entry on Thursday.

Nat: that's fair enough

Nat: hahaha

pelikandaughter: I promise.

Tuesday, August 30th, 2005

4:01 pm - soulmates

pelikandaughter: Sorry to bother you Nat, but I can't listen to Mandolin Rain without telling you about it.
Nat: ha!@
Nat: that is NO BOTHER.
pelikandaughter: thanks man!
pelikandaughter: yeah, I think I need to be with somebody who gets that Mandolin Rain on the Launch is a mini-event.
Nat: EXACTLY
Nat: maybe phil pee would get it.
Nat: he's not an overachiever enough though.
pelikandaughter: hey you know what? my mom gets me, too.
Nat:
pelikandaughter: nah, I tend to go for overachievers, but not a must have criteria.
Nat: so p.p. is still in the running.
Nat: still a "potential mate"
pelikandaughter: I mean, if I date a dude who is seriously thinking about living on a houseboat, as long as he appreciates Jerry Orbach, what do I care?
pelikandaughter: notice I didn't say he had to appreciate Sledgehammer.
pelikandaughter: that is setting the bar too high, I fear.
Nat: ha!!!!!!!
pelikandaughter: We can not all love the magic that is David Rasche.
pelikandaughter: I wonder how Ajax feels about Sledgehammer!
pelikandaughter: being my soulmate and all.
Nat: hmm, good question.
Nat: he probably loves it.

2:26 pm

Nat: dude, i forgot to tell you about the dominicks double fantasie the other day.
pelikandaughter: whaaaa?
pelikandaughter: shirts or skins?
Nat: phil checking out and andy m. bagging the groceries.
Nat: hahahaha
pelikandaughter: holy shit.
Nat: it was pretty amazing.
pelikandaughter: did they touch?
Nat: all on the same regiser.
Nat: they might have.
pelikandaughter: and they checked out YOUR groceries, right?
Nat: i tried to not make it obvious that i was watching.
pelikandaughter: did you have banter?
Nat: no, the next register over.
pelikandaughter: wha?
Nat: it opened after i was already in line.
pelikandaughter: oh, man, next time you are going to tell me that there were twin stewardesses from the Swedish bikini team that wanted to go in the hot tub with you and you wouldn't because you had to get a good night's sleep. Sheesh.
Nat: hahahaha
Nat: but i'd probably pass on bikini clad ladies anyway.
Nat: but phil and andy? maybe not.
pelikandaughter: in bikinis.
Nat: hahahahaha
Nat: polish bikini team.

Wednesday, July 6th, 2005

10:49 am - Happy to be me, doll.

I am back from vacation! Which is good, because I was running out of things to do with myself. Some highlights:

I was riding on the back of my friend's motorcycle and I burned my leg badly on the muffler. That being said, I love motorcycle rides. I think I need to do more things that are potentially deadly. I don't have a death wish, but I like to keep my finger on the pulse.

I ran a lot, including two trips around the lake. I played bocce and drank a lot.

I read Rick Moody's The Ice Storm. Rick Moody is incredibly talented and I really like his style. Will I ever write anything that good? Not likely. Am I going to try anyway? You bet.

I did the NYT crosswords Monday through Friday without cheating or assistance! I also started Saturday and then I just gave up and cried myself to sleep.

Josh and Matt stopped into town en route to Northfield, MN.

I spent a weekend at the suburban retreat, and ate my weight in banana bread. Nattles recently redecorated my room. We're talking about ripping up carpet, refinishing the floor, painting, curtains, new bedding, new deep fryer. It looks great. It's a very soothing teal. I was afraid she was going to paint it bright red and it would make me hyperactive.

Then Matt and Nat and I watched some MTV, and I really hate myself for laughing at "Date My Mom." This maximum offender manages to be completely hateful to women, minorities, Keanu Reeves, and Beyonce, all in a cool 22 minutes. Also, we watched "The Real World - Austin." The Real World is much grittier than it was 10 years ago in New York. They have a hot tub! They all sleep in one giant bed, I think. Nobody does laundry. But that dude with the cowboy hat is still on, and I am pretty sure the black dude is the same one from the first season. Call me an ole biddy, but MTV is grotesque. Two hours of MTV explained the human wrecks that are the undergraduates I see all over campus everyday wearing short tiered skirts and funny haircuts. And believe me, I hadn't been looking for the answers. Oh well, maybe we've all done some learning today.

current mood:

pleased

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Monday, June 20th, 2005

8:22 am

The weather in Madison was purr-fect this weekend. I ran and biked and sat on the porch with some friends and drank beer.

I was glad to get a long run in yesterday, because it is going to be hot and humid for the rest of the week. But I tripped and fell on a crack in the sidewalk where the next slab was raised a few inches and I went flying. I was ungainly sprawled over the pavement face down, banged knees, scraped elbow and hands. This happened right in front of this house, and this older guy just stood on his porch and stared at me. I wasn't badly hurt, but my natural instincts kicked in and I wanted to be fussed over. So, after a few seconds of absolutely no reaction from the guy, who was definitely old enough to have a daughter my age or a really young girlfriend, I started moaning and howling there on the sidewalk.

"ooooh...."

Still nothing.

"Oww!"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," I smiled bravely, but also reproachfully.

Dude went back into his house. Maybe he went to call an ambulance but it was much too late for amends because I continued jogging home.

current mood:

cranky

Friday, June 17th, 2005

10:53 am - Haircut day

Today is a haircut day. Haircut days are like birthdays only they happen every five to six weeks instead of only once a year. I love getting my haircut more than just about anything, I look forward to it all week. I like the sound of the scissors. I like getting my hair washed and combed. I like wearing that cape and sitting very still in that high chair and having my head touched a lot. I remember when I was in 2nd grade and I had my first haircut not from my mom. I've been hooked on that feeling ever since.

Other things I like as much as getting my haircut:

Riding my new bike
Drunk-riding my new bike
Eating tofu from the Kakalima food cart
Doing the Sunday Times crossword
Having coffee with my mom
Listening to mixxes from Nattles
Giving my friend David Bridgeford a hug (because when I put my arms around his waist my head fits in this soft spot near his sternum perfectly)
Talking with this dude I know that owns a wet suit.

current mood:

happy

Thursday, June 9th, 2005

8:34 am - Should I go to the high school reunion?

I found this on the web today when I was um, NOT looking up people's profiles, but just happened to be at Classmates.com, for business purposes only. I was only looking there because this girl Rachel Cline still has my Punk Rock Girl cassingle, I think, and I thought I could get in touch with her via the Interweb.

So, anyway, here is the invitation to my reunion:

"Hello everyone from the class of 95!

As many of you know, next spring we embark upon our 10-year anniversary from KIMTORVILLE High School. It's crazy to think that 10 years ago we were mere adolescents. As "class president" I have been told that I've inherited this responsibility of getting something together. We are currently booked August 20, 2005 at SECRET LOCATION for a night of dinner and dancing. More information will follow so check back for more info!"

"Mere adolescents"? I thought. Adolescents are capable of great things, much like the mentally retarded. When I was in high school, I ate my weight in pop-tarts and had a job where I got to wear a bow-tie to work.

I also don't remember having a "class president." I remember there was this girl with double-jointed thumbs who was pretty cool.

And if we didn't dance in high school, why would we start now?

Also, I have not been officially invited to my reunion, really. Nobody has sent me anything. I am sure that it's only a matter of time, though. As Nattles pointed out, these reunion committees are krafty. They get an ex-CIA agent, one who went "bad," to help them put together an accurate and deadly mailing list.

This invitation comes at a time when I am feeling a tad olde. Yesterday somebody was teasing Donna about having another 29th birthday and I got this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, cause I'm gonna be 29 for the first time this year. Also, I haven't really been in touch with my classmates in some time, despite all of efforts made by the good folks at Classmates.com. I just don't want to pay the 2.64 a month on principle. That was another time, another place, and 2.64 a month is not going to flood me with all of these wonderful memories of high school that I do or don't have. Going to the reunion, I don't know, there is something very artificial and forced about it, like online dating, or church. We all went to the same high school and so we all love each other. ha ha ha. But what if I am missing out on some real fun? More importantly, what if I am missing out on some real dirt?

current mood:

contemplative

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Tuesday, May 31st, 2005

8:44 am - I am in love with my new bike.

I finished the half-marathon on Sunday! 2:28. Nothing to write home about, but I walked very little of it (less than a mile) so that wasn't bad for a start. The weather was perfect and I really had a good time. It ended at the Alliant Energy Center, which is where they had the Brat Fest this year. Did I have a dollar with me? NO. But I thought I was going to have to walk back to the Capitol and they had shuttle buses, so I was really happy about that.

So, I think I am going to go ahead and train for October - the full marathon in Chicago. We'll see how that goes, but I am already looking forward to at least doing another half-marathon soon.

And then I bought a bicycle yesterday! It is a celadon and silver hybrid and it is the first bike I have ever owned that fits me properly - 19 inch frame. It is a step-through, so I can wear a skirt while I'm riding. AND I DO.

I also bought a helmet which I love. I just wish I had bought the helmet in time to wear it for the marathon. Helmets are super cool.

In other news, people still keep asking me if I just got a haircut.

Also, this stupid woman from North Carolina keeps calling me every five minutes to ask me questions she should be asking her advisor, or perhaps her life skills coordinator from her job training program. Apparently, anybody can have a Ph.D. these days, which means I want one, too. I told her she needed to put her consent form on letterhead from her department and she's like, oh, do you think I can ask my advisor for that or should I ask his secretary? Should I indent my paragraphs? Should I use punctuation or should I go free-form? She can't do any tiny little step of this project without asking me a question. What a retard.

current mood:

jubilant

Wednesday, May 25th, 2005

11:43 am

You ever have those days when everyone you run into asks you if you just had a haircut? Well, it is happening to me, even though I haven't had a haircut in two weeks. It started this morning when I went out on my run, before I showered and washed my hair, and it has continued throughout the morning. Huh. My friend Jason is teaching me Chinese! I have my first official lesson after work.
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Monday, May 23rd, 2005

8:09 am - Kimmels has a license to eat.

So...yesterday I ran around Lake Monona on the bike trail, which is approximately 13 miles (the distance around the lake itself is 11 miles). Well, I should be honest, I did have to walk some of it. But not much, I'd guess I only walked 2-3 miles of it, so I jogged approximately 10 miles. I am a little sore, but not too bad. I lost a toenail, but it's that one that comes off every six weeks or so anyway.

I got up at seven on Sunday and I meant to leave for the run right away while it was still cool out, but I needed coffee, and then I needed some yogurt, and then I needed to drink some water, and then I needed to make my bed. Also, this is the first time I have gone on such a long run where I would be far away from my house (usually when I run outside I go no more than three miles away at the most and loop back from wherever), so I needed to prepare. I don't have any pockets in my running pants, so I put some change in my left shoe in case I needed to make a phone call and my house key in my right shoe as I usually do. I fit my debit card and a scrap of paper with phone numbers on it inside of my Sports Walkman cassette player and so I would be extremely well prepared if I got lucky and found a working pay phone. By the time I worked all of these logistics out, it was already 9:30 and I realized I had better put on some SPF 5000.

So then I started jogging along and it was really warm and I felt the sunscreen melting and curdling on my skin. But then I got past Olin Park, past the Sheraton, and onto Waunona Way, and it was nice and shady, and then I really started to run! It felt really good. When I say that I go running, I usually mean that I go jogging. I am the world's slowest runner, but once I got going, I really ran fast (for me).

Then I got into the Heart of Monona. These people hate pedestrians. There are no sidewalks on Winnequah Way, which is the most boring street in the nation and it is endless, it goes on for miles and miles. I saw lots of boats and lots of lawn mowers. There are no sidewalks, and there are tons of cars that make no room for cyclists and runners. Even though there are signs everywhere with arrows announcing the Monona Scenic Bike Trail. There are also signs with arrows pointing to the library. I didn't see anybody out reading, though.

I spent the rest of the day in a stupor. I think I ate a stick of butter.

Today I am still very drained, even though I did nothing else yesterday besides the usual lying around and napping. If I can recover soon, I feel really great about it, because I was getting very nervous about the half-marathon coming up on Sunday, and well, I did it once, so now I know I can do it again, and I don't really care if I have to walk some of it, it's only my first race.

current mood:

exhausted

Monday, May 16th, 2005

9:06 am - If your name is Alfred E. Neuman, collect $1,329,063.

I took my last exam Friday morning, but I just realized that I have to take two credits this summer so they don't take Social Security out of my paycheck. What class should I take? I don't want to take something very taxing because another one of my non-bosses quit (Donna says she can't find sitters for me anymore because I have a reputation for bad behavior) and so I will be working full-time all summer, plus running, plus studying for the MA exam.

On Friday, I had lunch, I got a haircut, I went to three different record stores looking for a Felt album with that song "Grey Streets" on it, couldn't find it, went home, napped and then ran. Joe, a friend of mine and his boyfriend Colin moved back to Madison after a year away and they had a little party that I went to for a couple of hours. It was really good to see Joe and talk about John Waters films and In Touch magazine. (Especially since I used to be able to do those things with my friend Koko the Deaf Ape, who never calls, never writes. You reading this, Bennett?) Joe is a lot of fun, so I am glad we are neighbors now, he lives by Montmartre.

Saturday I went to yoga and had a very lazy day. I am reading a whole bunch of books - the Harry Potter series in French, and the "His Dark Materials" series.

Sunday I went to a flea market in Elkhorn with the Ward sisters and their friends. It was one of my favorite days of the year. We had a little picnic and Marilou made us drinks. I bought the Mad Magazine Board Game! (http://www.brikkerogbrett.com/games/mad.shtml) For five dollars, completely intact! I can't wait to make Jamie and George play it with me. They will probably hate it but they might learn something. In this game, you try to lose all of your money and all of the cards and spaces on the board are completely arbitrary - good training for later life. My favorite card in the game says, "You are a rock. Act like one. If you make a good rock, you lose $1,000. If you are not so good, you win a rock."

I also bought a bracelet for a couple bucks (mainly because I couldn't get it off after I tried it on) I got a sweater clip (you know, to keep your cardigan from flying open immodestly, I have wanted one of those for years) for 2.50, I got a really nice little green bench/table for twenty bucks and a magazine rack for five. And a knitting basket with a very loud floral print that I am going to use to keep my pajamas in when they are not really dirty but have already been worn once. I HAVE A SYSTEM.

I also bought a pound of gumballs for 2.50 (2.50 was the going rate for lots of product at the flea market). This one dude was selling all these old gumball machines and he had also had some gum. I asked him, "Is the gum old?" and he laughed and said "No, I'm in the gum business." I'm like, "Holy shit, let's get married!" and he's like, "Ha, ha, this is my beautiful wife Linda, she's a high-school chemistry teacher." I explained to him how much I love gumballs and how I make all my friends dig through their pockets for quarters whenever we pass a machine. He told me that I should only buy from the blue gumballs machines in Madison, not the red, cause he serves all of the Lions Clubs machines in Madison. I was like, "How about Kiwanis?" and he said no way. I thought maybe I should have bought more than a pound, but the ones I got all tasted faintly like licorice, so I was glad in retrospect that I didn't.

current mood:

chipper

Tuesday, May 10th, 2005

9:38 am - Oh, man, it's been a week since I posted.

Exams and papers have been keeping me so very busy.

Last weekend I went to visit Matt and Nat. I got there Saturday late afternoon and we watched Arrested Development on DVD. That show is so very good. It was Season One, Disc One so I got to see the Banana Stand episode again. Replete with lots of great G.O.B. moments - like when he tries to cast the letter Michael gave him to mail into the ocean and it the wind keeps blowing it back. Did you know that Will Arnett who plays G.O.B. is married to Amy Poehler in real life? It's all true.

Then, Matt and I appealed to the magistrate for Popeye's Fried Chicken but lost. However, we were placated with Johnnie's Italian Beef.

Saturday night, we went to the Old 97s show at Park West. Matt got me on the guest list along with him and Nat and we sat in the VIP section! It was so awesome, I had to celebrate this tremendous savings by buying 9 million dollar drinks. But sometimes a beer is a bargain at twice the price. Not that I "needed" a drink, like I do after certain work meetings, but I just felt like celebrating: the end of the semester, finishing papers and projects, being with Matt and Natalie for the first time in a couple of months, my new ATM card which is totally hott, the return of my summer wardrobe, the fact that I haven't lost anything important in over a week.

So, the show was great. This was the first time I'd seen Nora O'Connor, who opened, and she was great, really great voice, good songs. The crowd was really old, like 50+. I found myself sitting fairly close to a few women of a certain age. I was going to strike up a conversation and ask them if they had heard about any new sales at Lillian Vernon but then the Old 97s started up. They were wonderful but the crowd was fairly sedate. Natalie and I debated a bit as to whether or not this one lady near us should be shaking her booty. I said yea, Nat said nay. I just felt glad that at least some of the people at the show were cutting loose. Besides, it appealed to my love of John Waters and all things filthy.

The Old 97s did a Kinks cover! And then they did "Sunny." Who sings that, I mean, the late 60s, early 70s radio hit? I should prolly ask Ajax. I tried to look it up on the Internets but there are many, many versions of Sunny or at least of other songs also titled Sunny. I want the one that goes, "Sunny, you came to me and really, really eased the pain/Now the black days are gone and the bright ones are here/My Sunny one shines so sincere/Sunny, one so true....I love you." I was thinking Blood, Sweat and Tears but I don't think that's right. I don't have the best track record on knowing who sings what, as was previously demonstrated when I insisted that the song "Lightning Strikes" was sung by Lou Rawls. Close...and yet, so far.

Anyway, Matt and I got our fried chicken in the end on Sunday. My tummy suffered from the weekend of greasy food but it was worth it. Natalie and I went to this awesome Target that has two floors and a thing to take your cart up and down the stairs like at IKEA. They have the escalators precision timed so that you arrive right before your cart so you are there waiting to receive it. I got a really awesome jacket and I can't wait for it to get cooler this week so I can wear it.

current mood:

excited

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Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005

4:27 pm - Filling up the corners.

As for the other stuff that happened this weekend, I wrote my paper on imperative structure and on Sunday night I participated in my first pub quiz. And we took 2nd place! Our team is the Ratzenburger Renegades and we are pretty awesome. We've got David W. on history and film, Jenifer on science and literature, this random dude we picked up on sports, and me on bass. Next time, we will be unstoppable because I am going to study up on boxing, like Dr. Joyce Brothers did when she cheated on "The 64,000 Question."

An LJ is a big responsibility - it needs lots of TLC to grow and thrive. But as a woman on the go, sometimes I like to take a shortcut and pad its contents a little.

Shameless Filler:
1. What time is it? 3:40 PM
2. Name as it appears on birth certificate: I can't tell you here because Nattles warned me about identity theft.
3. Nicknames: Kimmels, Kimothy, The Thrilla of Manilla
4. Piercing: ears, inside of ear, bellybutton
5. What is the most recent movie you've seen in the theater? In Good Company, shut up.
6. Eye color: Hazel
7. Place of birth: Wausau
8. Favorite foods: Indonesian
9. Ever been to Africa: No
10. Ever been toilet papering: No
11. Love someone so much it made you cry: Just me
12. Been in a car accident: Yes, and I was 8 and I thought it was exciting.
13. Prefer croutons or bacon bits: walnuts or pine nuts
14. Favorite day of the week: Thursday
15. Favorite restaurants: Bandung, Magnus
16. Favorite flower: tulips
17. Favorite sport to watch: horse racing
18. Favorite drink: Fresca
19. Favorite ice cream: banana
20. Disney or Warner Brothers: whatevs
21. Favorite fast food restaurant: Dairy Queen
22. What color is your bedroom carpet: sand
23. How many times did you fail your driver's test: zero
24. Before this one, from who did you get your last e-mail: Planned Parenthood
25. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card: Lillian Vernon
26. What do you do most often when you are bored: drink water
27. Bedtime: in bed at 9:30ish
28. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest: NOT Josh
29. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond: Josh
30. Who are you most curious about their responses to this
questionnaire: Matt B., but he sent it to me
31. Favorite TV shows: Arthur
32. Last person you went to dinner with: David B.
33. Ford or Chevy: Chevy Chase as Gerald Ford
34. What are you listening to right now? Launchcast, Neko Case "Favorite"
35. What is your favorite color: avacado
36. Lake, Ocean or river: ocean
37. How many tattoos do you have: 0
38. Time you finished this e-mail: 4:15pm
39. Which came first? the earring or the loneliness? (for Josh)
40. How many people are you sending this e-mail to: 3 (including
original sender)

current mood:

does the rainbow make me gay?

Monday, May 2nd, 2005

8:04 am - Before this date in 1987

This Indie Don't Get Laid song is the best thing that has happened to me in 2005. It's not new in 2005, but it's new to me. I listen to it everyday at work. A lot. I have it on really loud and I leave my office door open.

http://pottymouth.org/hellarad/

So...Friday night, I was mistaken! The Wisco Pop Explosion was at Catacombs, not the High Noon Saloon, which means that you had better ask for ID before you take anyone home with you. Tilly and the Wall were the "main act." Snore. This is what happens when the drama kids try to make a band. And not even the cool drama kids. I have a pretty high tolerance for all things cute, and indie, and hippie, and arty, and hand-clapping in songs, but Tilly and the Wall bore me to tears. The songs are just really bad. No hooks. No cowbell. The crowd was so young! Also stinky. They were so cute with their striped sweaters and artfully messed up hair. I can't describe the scene very well, so here are some lyrics:

Hi, what's your name?
Moira?
I'm Andrew.
I like your shoes.
Do you want to dance?
Okay.

The Super8ights and Charlemagne were definitely worth it, though. You could tell that nearly everyone was there to see Tilly and the Wall. They have a huge following, I guess. After Charlemagne finished they surged up to the stage in breathless anticipation and clasped each others hands. When Tilly were getting ready to start, I went past the crowd to get my coat and was accosted. "I can't believe you are leaving now." Because I don't know what's cool. Sheesh.

I also ran into an old friend that I haven't seen in seven years. We talked about Lowriders. I drank 11 glasses of water. Some more stuff happened this weekend but I have to write about it later.

current mood:

exhausted

Friday, April 29th, 2005

1:34 pm - Noodle Bowl Hot

Last night's surprise: Pleaseesaur. http://www.pleaseeasaur.com/index.html. They were rilly, rilly funny. Noodle Bowl Hot is my new favorite song. Along with No Prob-limo. And that thing about the meat island. And dude was cute! They use ole classroom filmstrips, which is right up my alley - mental hygiene films I love and all.

America's Funnyman was okay. Not a huge turnout, which was odd considering he is the funniest person in the nation, if you believe the hype, and I do. My classmate Carra and I showed up at nine sharp and got a table right up front. I don't know if I would have enjoyed it as much if I hadn't been a bit tipsy. In fact, I know I wouldn't have. And I definitely would not have enjoyed it as much as this one dude sitting near me under any circumstances. I got the impression that he's seen a lot of Neil Hamburger. He was reciting the punchlines and being kind of obnoxious. Neil asked him to leave several times, ha ha. So I thought he owed me a cigarette. I leaned over and said, "hey, can I bum a smoke?" and he said, "Um, no. See, I'm from Waukesha."

So it was a good night, except I lost my ATM card. I am hoping it will turn up, because it takes 2.7 billion light years to get a replacement. So I am waiting until the end of the afternoon to cancel it, just in case.

current mood:

at sixes and sevens

Thursday, April 28th, 2005

2:32 pm - I think B.J. Thomas is in his room.

Damn, my online radio station is like the all Glen Campbell/B.J. Thomas station today. So I've got that going for me. I have a thing for 70's mellow gold. You know the kind. NOT Orleans. But Lobo. NOT Bobby Goldsboro. But Gilbert O'Sullivan. NOT that song about the jeans. But Albert Hammond.

Another great thing about the Internet is that you can just copy song lyrics off of one of those sites and paste them into your journal to express your emotions and your love of music. Hey, that's how hipsters write screenplays, so I ought to be able to get away with it in this, my journal that you get to read for free.

MY BABY LOVES LOVE, MY BABY LOVES LOVIN. SHE'S GOT WHAT IT TAKES AND SHE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT.

I hate that song, usually.

Tonight is Neil Hamburger, "America's Funnyman," at the High Noon Saloon. I haven't heard the new album, or the last three new albums, but "Left for Dead in Malaysia" is still a favorite, so I imagine this will be a pretty good show. I will be at the High Noon two nights in a row, because the Wisconsin Pop Explosion Dance Team will be there and I can't let the crew down. I've had twelve years of tap dancing lessons, after all. Super8ights and Charlemagne! I can't wait.

Precious and few are the moments we all can share.

current mood:

busy

Wednesday, April 27th, 2005

8:36 am - Hello? Is this thing on? I need a bongo god!

With thanks to Nattles:

ok am i annoying anyone yet? by now I would think all of you would be out there trying to help me find a great bongo drummer.....but i just checked my email and it still has NO responses....what is up with that?

Free pack of gum - your choice to whoever finds me a bongo god

thank you - you all rock and i love each and everyone of you

Sometimes, it's so easy, I should be ashamed of myself, but I love Craigslist. It's so unfair that Madison doesn't have it and fucking Boise does.

current mood:

also, rhythmic