2.7.99
Whadda day I had yesterday....one of those where you actually accomplish nothing, but still manage to do a lot of shit. A lot of really cool things happened, though, despite the remarkably ordinary day that my horoscope predicted. If I had to rate it, I would have to say that it was a 5 star day, rather than the 3 measly thingies he gave it.
Due to my irritation caused by the Levi Strauss folks, I decided that yesterday should be a shopping day, so after rising, feeding the eating sleeping shitting machines, and shaving my balls (sorry to obsess, Monka! :) I was off. First stop, a shop at Ward Warehouse called "Paradise Walking" or some such. I wanted to buy a pair of clogs for work. Not available in Men's sizes in white. Pissed, I went to Birkenstock, to be told that their equivalent cost $145, and would have to be special ordered. I decided to buy another pair of reeboks. Pressing on....
Went to Borders (walking distance from the Birkenstock place) to look for a couple of CDs, and purchased a Joan Sutherland singing Norma (an opera by Bellini,) another Andrea Bocelli disc...he's the real cute blind tenor with the awesome voice. The disc I bought is an eclectic mix of neapolitan songs and some old classics from the "Operatic Aria Top 10" I also picked up a David Daniels disc of Handel's best baroque stuff. Mr. Daniels is one of a handful of countertenors, and that is what makes his voice unusual and beautiful. He sounds like a young boy or a castrati (in the good old days, they used to lop the balls off prepubescent boys so they could sing the women's parts into adulthood) As far as I know, Mr. Daniels' parts are still intact.
That was the beginning of my downfall, because I kept looking for obscure stuff, and started to find it. I bought an Electric Light Orchestra CD (aka ELO, which I am listening to now...loudly)
You'll notice the font change to Verdana (Hey, tough shit for all you 3.x users and Mac people. I've already warned you to buy a real computer...) I did that in homage to Desi. More about him later.
Also discovered a copy of Bronski Beat's Age of Consent, the quintessential gayboi album. I owned it in vinyl years ago, and had given it up for dead when I saw it languishing in the rack for $9. You gotta love Jimmy Sommerville, though. Even I can stand next to him and look butch. There was one disappointment, though. The original album had a fold-out that listed the ages of consent in all 50 states and a pile of international places (thus the title) but the CD lacks that amenity. Oh well, I promise that I won't shtup anyone under 21....
I also went out and spent a lot of $$$ on new jeans. Actually, I got off pretty well at Ross' They had these bitching Todd Oldham jeans that normally sell for $79 on sale for $24. The reason for Todd Oldham? There were several, actually. The price was good. They had a button (ouchless) fly, They didn't just hang off my ass like the Calvins did. Besides, and most importantly, I happen to think that Mr. Oldham is kinda cute ;) Levi Strauss had a dedicated customer in me for years. I've got the crotch and ass made for 501's. They fit sooo awesome, but since 2/3 of my 501's developed this troubling crotch rot, I must abandon them. I'll hang on to the remaining pair for the sake of sexual attraction, but the damage has been done. The quality on Levi's has declined steadily since they stopped riveting the back pockets back in the early 80's/late 70's. Im' sure they thought nobody noticed, but I did. I even accused the poor woman at Sears of selling rip offs back then.
I then came home and continued my laundry extravaganza, and started talking on the phone. I was wondering why I was so irritable and bitchy at 6 pm, and realized that the only thing I had consumed was 2 Motrin at 0600. oops! I figured what the hell, opened a bottle of champagne (Friexinet) and answered the phone. It was my friend Christian, calling to say hi from the airport. He was on his way to meet his bf on the east coast. He's going to turn into a great friend, I can really sense it. We seem to really click, and that's kind of rare these days. Maybe I'll have to slip his picture into my page someday, with his consent, natch. (hint, hint!)
Next was a wade thru the email, and an ICQ chat with the venerable Robb the Desidonian, who bestowed his highest compliment on me. I am now "Shtupman, the Desidonian," which really kicks MondoDesiAss. I shall install his seal of approval somewhere when the moment is right. I'm currently in the process of redesigning the homepage to make it cleaner and less liable to error. Slowly but surely, I'm moving away from WYSIWYG generators, and into the wild and woolly world of HTMLing. I don't think I'll ever be a notebook-weilding "real man," but this is quite an accomplishment for me. I am told that I shouldn't have abandoned my earlier usage of Word97 for publishing this journal. I'm told by a reliable source that it is quite a powerful and wonderful thing.
Later, I talked a little toooo long on the phone to by bud James in Indiana. All this phone talk is really strange for me, because I normally hate talking on the phone. The mood just struck me as being apropos, I guess. Anyway, I stayed up too late, consumed a an entire champer all by myself, and really had a blast. RR is the one who is out on vacation, but I feel like I'm having my own version now. Yesterday was definitely a "perfect day" as far as I was concerned.
Due to my irritation caused by the Levi Strauss folks, I decided that yesterday should be a shopping day, so after rising, feeding the eating sleeping shitting machines, and shaving my balls (sorry to obsess, Monka! :) I was off. First stop, a shop at Ward Warehouse called "Paradise Walking" or some such. I wanted to buy a pair of clogs for work. Not available in Men's sizes in white. Pissed, I went to Birkenstock, to be told that their equivalent cost $145, and would have to be special ordered. I decided to buy another pair of reeboks. Pressing on....
Went to Borders (walking distance from the Birkenstock place) to look for a couple of CDs, and purchased a Joan Sutherland singing Norma (an opera by Bellini,) another Andrea Bocelli disc...he's the real cute blind tenor with the awesome voice. The disc I bought is an eclectic mix of neapolitan songs and some old classics from the "Operatic Aria Top 10" I also picked up a David Daniels disc of Handel's best baroque stuff. Mr. Daniels is one of a handful of countertenors, and that is what makes his voice unusual and beautiful. He sounds like a young boy or a castrati (in the good old days, they used to lop the balls off prepubescent boys so they could sing the women's parts into adulthood) As far as I know, Mr. Daniels' parts are still intact.
That was the beginning of my downfall, because I kept looking for obscure stuff, and started to find it. I bought an Electric Light Orchestra CD (aka ELO, which I am listening to now...loudly)
"Breakdown, on the shoreline,
Can't move, it's an ebb tide,
Morning don't get here tonight,
Searching for her silver light.
And I can't get it out of my head.
No, I can't get it out of my head.
Now my whole world is gone for dead,
'Cos I can't get it out of my head."
--ELO
You'll notice the font change to Verdana (Hey, tough shit for all you 3.x users and Mac people. I've already warned you to buy a real computer...) I did that in homage to Desi. More about him later.
Also discovered a copy of Bronski Beat's Age of Consent, the quintessential gayboi album. I owned it in vinyl years ago, and had given it up for dead when I saw it languishing in the rack for $9. You gotta love Jimmy Sommerville, though. Even I can stand next to him and look butch. There was one disappointment, though. The original album had a fold-out that listed the ages of consent in all 50 states and a pile of international places (thus the title) but the CD lacks that amenity. Oh well, I promise that I won't shtup anyone under 21....
I also went out and spent a lot of $$$ on new jeans. Actually, I got off pretty well at Ross' They had these bitching Todd Oldham jeans that normally sell for $79 on sale for $24. The reason for Todd Oldham? There were several, actually. The price was good. They had a button (ouchless) fly, They didn't just hang off my ass like the Calvins did. Besides, and most importantly, I happen to think that Mr. Oldham is kinda cute ;) Levi Strauss had a dedicated customer in me for years. I've got the crotch and ass made for 501's. They fit sooo awesome, but since 2/3 of my 501's developed this troubling crotch rot, I must abandon them. I'll hang on to the remaining pair for the sake of sexual attraction, but the damage has been done. The quality on Levi's has declined steadily since they stopped riveting the back pockets back in the early 80's/late 70's. Im' sure they thought nobody noticed, but I did. I even accused the poor woman at Sears of selling rip offs back then.
I then came home and continued my laundry extravaganza, and started talking on the phone. I was wondering why I was so irritable and bitchy at 6 pm, and realized that the only thing I had consumed was 2 Motrin at 0600. oops! I figured what the hell, opened a bottle of champagne (Friexinet) and answered the phone. It was my friend Christian, calling to say hi from the airport. He was on his way to meet his bf on the east coast. He's going to turn into a great friend, I can really sense it. We seem to really click, and that's kind of rare these days. Maybe I'll have to slip his picture into my page someday, with his consent, natch. (hint, hint!)
Next was a wade thru the email, and an ICQ chat with the venerable Robb the Desidonian, who bestowed his highest compliment on me. I am now "Shtupman, the Desidonian," which really kicks MondoDesiAss. I shall install his seal of approval somewhere when the moment is right. I'm currently in the process of redesigning the homepage to make it cleaner and less liable to error. Slowly but surely, I'm moving away from WYSIWYG generators, and into the wild and woolly world of HTMLing. I don't think I'll ever be a notebook-weilding "real man," but this is quite an accomplishment for me. I am told that I shouldn't have abandoned my earlier usage of Word97 for publishing this journal. I'm told by a reliable source that it is quite a powerful and wonderful thing.
Later, I talked a little toooo long on the phone to by bud James in Indiana. All this phone talk is really strange for me, because I normally hate talking on the phone. The mood just struck me as being apropos, I guess. Anyway, I stayed up too late, consumed a an entire champer all by myself, and really had a blast. RR is the one who is out on vacation, but I feel like I'm having my own version now. Yesterday was definitely a "perfect day" as far as I was concerned.
"Just a perfect day,
you made me forget myself
I thought I was someone else--
Someone good."
--Lou Reed
<< Home