nerd times

Sometimes I find it hard to remember I'm in my thirties. Today I had a late lunch at El Chilito with an old high school friend I hadn't seen in at least five years. Playing catch-up is always sort of weird to me, for how much I tend to overshare and expect others to know, and even stranger when I realize later I've just hung out with someone I'm not related to but have known literally half my life. It was the same dynamic we had in high school, but thankfully tempered with age and distance; comparing notes on who we're keeping up with, how small the world is (he works in VA with another alum's fiancee's sister, but the couple lives in CO), how we're different from who we were. I found it startling how many of these math and science kids ended up in film production, of all things.

breaking news!

Facebook usage has spiraled out of control, so I'm taking another week-long vacation from touching it. It's sort of maddening though, because I've begun to think in status updates. "Chewtastic has done six loads of laundry today and read two books." "Chewtastic apparently now only crushes on guys who wear dress kilts unironically." Gah.

Stuff, with a capital S

Recently, I've (probably annoyingly) begun saying "Stuff!", flinging my arms out broadly, instead of reexplaining each time that what I mean is a ridiculously positive turnabout in my perception of life. Stuff! is the ineffable, the swath of possibilities and first and second and third chances, the opportunity to try something new and get it wrong, the perceived flattening of obstacles previously intimidatingly insurmountable, the rerecognition that the only reason to desire immortality is for the sake of eternal omniscience and joy, that there's just not enough time unless you fire up the will.

What does this mean? I'm in a disturbingly perpetual good mood, and my cigarette boat of newfound hope and overexcitability will do its damnedest to drag you all kneeboarding along in its wake, coughing and spitting as you twist on the tow rope.

Yes, I'm cautiously happy.

erm

there's always something awful and poignant and cheesy and heartbreaking, all at the same time, when you end something; the emotionally polar opposite of what you both held in your hands and your hearts in the thick of it, the being with someone for the foreseeable future, past the horizon of belief. there's no going back, no revisiting, no reliving. the irrevocable moment has passed, and things can not ever be the same. the word, the look, the argument. you can still love someone and hope and believe in them, want them to be the best they can be and still shower encouragement on them, but you don't have to be a part of it any more; and that's a relief, no matter how much empathy you have for their struggle. it's a hard heart that can do that. a hard, hard heart.

anything i's a blessing

so it's taken me longer than usual. we don't need to go into how fucked up he made me, since if you had the misfortune, you've had to deal with it or heard it. but - my brain is coming back, the old me is crawling out of the shell, and i'm going to try harder to be less of a shitbag.

so there. fwiw.

bleh

um, barf. are blogs and msm doing stories on how much the downturn is affecting rich people just to piss off the vast majority of the country?

fun fun awkward awkward!

so i finally talked to my ex of ... he said it was 11 years, but i think it was longer. whatever. anyway - it was really fun to talk to him, and he has a wife and a 10 month old, and is doing pretty well for... still living in denton. i never thought he'd leave for good anyway, but i'm amused that he's still playing shows. also? ffff = funner with the backstage pass. i talked to some random guys who seemed entertained, and i also enjoyed today's shows a lot more than yesterday. it's weird to smile for more than a second. i guess there probably is something wrong with me.

Obligatory photo of dave. Happy birthday

Karen after the obama annoucement

my phone's on viiiiiiiiiiiiihhhhhhh...

uh, i got back into rufus tonight. hell, it's either that or magnetic fields every time roomie and i spend too long of a time on the back porch, and we checked out our favorite songs from last month's performances that are on the youtube.

leave me alone.

also, don't ask me how nanowrimo's going. i'm losing horribly.

click through to noms

mzzzh

i've decided to take a week-long facebook vacation (facecation? staytubeation?). i've been having dreams about facebook. it's surely precipitated by spending at least ten hours a day on it, but it's not going anywhere, and i would prefer to dream about something other than scramble or someone stalking me through ADS on facebook. so, you might hear a bit more than usual on this front. i've signed up for nanowrimo again too, so hopefully that'll be productive. if we scramble maybe it'll be actual boggle, where i have to write words instead of typing. maybe the vacation will include not listening to hercules and love affair, because it's sort of turning me into a vamping tranny (which isn't really something i'm cut out for in life). who knows! perhaps boring shenanigans will ensue. basically, this is your license for bitching me out if you see me on facebook.

also, i really hope the brown lipstick around my eye and the red permanent marker ink backwards B come off by tomorrow. it was a little bit more effort than i can expend to take care of that right now.

i like it

the drunken socks guy posted this, and i heart it.

link

otherwise, i got nothin'. no complaints, no giddiness.

Pre-re-branding

the art of doing things obnoxiously

i had never heard of the beer pallet tower in LA, but the description sounds amusing. perhaps this is a photo of it?

hmm

you know how i said a few months ago new YA is awful? well, just because it's awful doesn't mean it should be banned. SERIOUSLY, people. it's not flowers in the attic or anything. way to draw attention to it. try banning anne of green gables or something. it's your own fault your child isn't sheltered enough.

toot toot!

the "next few months" is an awfully vague date of service rollout. at least there are bike racks.
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asdaresgfg

so if you looked up hercules and love affair on youtube, and then picked you belong, you would get a video that looks something like if you got drunk, really drunk - honestly, mostly wasted, in 1995, and then heard something dance-y in 2008, and made a video that is what you kind of remember videos looked like in 1995, and especially included the way people danced then, but you made the video with a gap-toothed friend who was kind of cute but not totally but has nice bangs, and it's in black and white so it looks good if you're drunk, but then sober you realize animated houndstooth isn't the best pattern for the background but it's too late and you really just like watching your hot-gay-man friends dance around shirtless in that arm-noodley way, and it sort of improves the song and sort of makes it suckier too, and then you're like, fuck it, i'll just try again later for another imaginary video.

except you actually did this (hypothetically speaking) and then you're like, oops.

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NO.

don't even think about it. why would someone do this?

holy footnotes, batman!

wow.

crazy shit. i actually enjoyed reading "infinite jest." he wasn't even fifty.