The Judy Garland show at Symphony Hall was spectacular! I had no idea what an amazing performer she was, although I am not a big fan of that type of music, it was a terrific show and we enjoyed every minute of it. At first we were a bit concerned going into Symphony Hall, we were two of the rare few without walkers or Hoverrounds, and we sat on the floor at a table surrounded by other tables with loud, complaining, large elders…but soon we forgot all about them. Just before the show started Barry Manilow walked in and took a seat at a table two rows up…I was suprised he was still alive, he did look a bit stretched to the limit (if you know what I mean) there is no more skin that can be nipped and tucked, he has taken the epidermis to it’s MAX! I wanted him to get up there and sing Copacabana, you know swing that new hip he just got, alas he left right after the lights came up. My cohort wanted me to get an autograph….I don’t even like the man why would I bother him for a signature, and it wouldn’t get crap on ebay anyway. I bought a t-shirt as well as some alcoholic beverages, hey thats the cheapest beer in Boston $4 for a Heineken!!!!! It would have been sacrilege not to partake especially at a Judy Garland show, she used to hang out in Ptown with the boys at the bar getting sloshed…oh my god…I just realized….I may be Judy Garland reincarnated….
I was people watching as we rode the T into town…..trying to figure out where each persons mind was roaming to…because seldom are there people who are right there in the moment…..you should try it, try not listening to your brain, just concentrate on the moment your in..this is all you have..it’s freaking tough, my mind is always creating clatter, trying to take me on field trips back to college (I think I went to college…must have, I got a t-shirt) push me forward into the future, it’s difficult not to listen to the brain chatter and concentrate on the moment, how your body feels, what everything IS at this moment in time…right now I am going to snap a picture of me and upload it so you can see what I am at this time on Monday evening
Don’t hate…don’t hate.
It’s a short week, not short enough though….
BTW the Pear Martini was delicious, and the Cannondale fund is leap frogging ahead, keep sending in those pennies, dimes, nickels and cans and bottles!!!
Friday is Rancid Lunch Meat Day at the office, it’s when everyone gets together and trudges down to Subway to consume parasitic animal flesh. It’s also the day when I stop drinking water at noon- so as to not have to go to the bathroom after lunch-ugh-it’s like the Cloverfield monster lives in the loo. That being said, I survived Friday AND this morning at my place of employment, the past few weeks have been fairly easy workwise. The boss is hardly around, he is gearing up for his big July 4th hoo hah, there are three owners here and they all have a hoo hah, one has the Christmas hoo ha, one has the Thanksgiving hoo hah and now it’s my bosses turn for his hoo hah. I went to ONE Christmas hoo hah, enough! You know those horror stories about office Christmas parties…drunken coworkers, drugs galore, dirty old men, horny old sales women….yeah, it was that. Anyway, who wants to hang out with the boss on your day off, it’s like LUNCH WITH THE COMMANDANT, I’ll pass… He did ask me this morning if I was attending the hoo hah, he caught me off guard “I can’t go” then he asked why….you know sometimes I wonder about my brain, it does some strange shit, you would think the easy answer would be that I’m going away, I already made other plans, but this is what falls out of my cake hole when asked why I won’t be attending AGAIN this year “I have an audiance with the pope”…I need some lithium.
Tonight we are going to Symphony Hall to see Judy Garland, well it’s a film of her concert at Carnegie Hall, but the Boston Symphony Orchestra will be playing the music…delicious…more importantly my favorite bartender promised to make me a pear martini..all is right with the world, so far.
This is my newest tattoo, the one I got over Memorial Day weekend, it’s a Celtic symbol standing for life, death, rebirth. Three of my tattoos are Celtic mystical symbols, all three hurt like hell, I liked it…That Which Does Not Kill Us Makes Us Stronger…that used to be on the back of a t-shirt I had when I played rugby, now THAT almost killed me..rugby, that was a bad idea I had. Anyway I love tattoos, and will soon have another, but first I have to get a road bike, I love my hybrid, but I ride with someone who has a high end road bike I work alot harder, my bike weighs more and the gearing is different on a hybrid…so now I have a Cannondale fund…hopefully by the end of riding season all of my cans and bottle money will have added up!
Have you noticed the world is teeming with ass monkeys and f*%ktards? I appear to be a magnet for them, case in point…
Nosferatu came to visit me today
“Hi!” I tried to act happy and suprised instead of annoyed “Good to see you” I lied “Hows life treating you?” I didn’t care
he shook his head, he shakes anyway…a constant trembling that reminds me of an unevenly loaded washing machine on a spin cycle.
“Not bad, I’m having a tough time finding a job though”
Ofcourse you are, no one except this company employs the undead, there are multiple problems with hiring vampires
1-they turn to dust in sunlight (bad for production)
2-there breath stinks of rot, blood, and meat (bad for customer service)
3-there eyes are red rimmed and watery (again bad for any CSR)
4-you exsanguate your coworkers ( legions of the undead are bad for company morale)
“I was wondering if you could do me a favor?” he asked
“I’m sorry that deaprtment is closed for renovation” I said, remembering the last time I help Vlad the Impaler, it was a catastrophe…so I was a little leery of helping him now.
“could you be a reference for me?” Nosferatu asked slightly shifting away from a beam of light that carelessly came through the window.
“Sure, how much money do you have?”
“favors don’t usually cost money.”
“Thats why I don’t do them.” This is the problem I have with Nosferatu, no one expects him to be in need of favors, yet here he is asking me for a reference…I paused and looked into his eyes, not afraid that I would quickly become entranced, but wanting to see if I could locate any trace of intellect behind his flat, grey eyes….I could not…dilema, do I attach my name to Vlad in his weakened state…or do I let him wander without any help?
Ofcourse I am a reference for Nosferatu, like I said before I hate the idea of Bram Stokers creation suffering in any way, I even suggested some places that may be looking for a creature of the night. I suggested to him, before he left that he may want to feed “get a little color back in your cheeks, you look like death” he stretched his paper thin lips into kind of looked like a smile and thanked me. Have you ever gotten a sinking feeling, like you’ve done something really dumb, that eventually this thing you did is going to come back to haunt you, kick you in the arse…this is how I feel, I will get a phone call about Nosferatu, I will read a news story about him, but it will be something like this…
Argument spurs worker to kill 5, himself
HENDERSON, Ky. — A man who worked at a Henderson plastics company called his girlfriend from the plant about two hours before he fatally shot five people and then killed himself and told her that he was going to kill his supervisor, police officials said at a news conference on Wednesday.
This is a great song, and I love INXS, but killing yourself from masturbation is just not a good way to go
I failed to realize that this weekend was the Provincetown International Film festival, I believe Queitin Tarrentino was in town to get an award. Saturday evening there were alot of well dressed people in town, I was not one of them. We biked about 30 miles on Saturday, correction we biked 30 hilly miles on Saturday…loved it. We went out to the Truro Vineyard and although was tempted to try a few glasses of wine, that 5 mile ride back would have been a bit tough. So we went back, cleaned up and headed into town for some oysters and shrimp…
By Far my favorite oysters are Wellfleets, they taste like the ocean, and although they look fairly nasty I assure you they are not. At this point I would like to give due credit to the first man who opened up an oyster and decided to eat it, it took me a long time to get past the looks of them but now I am a true fan. The place we usually go to for oysters and shrimp is Clem & Ursies $1.25 a mollusk, I usually go with a fistful of $20s! Alas, as many places did in Ptown, Clem and Ursies changed, our favorite bartender was now the manager and there was some JVr shucking the oysters, I watched with great sadness when he ran the opened oyster under tap water…go ahead my young fool empty the oyster of its briney deliciousness and replace it with tap water, I threw a knife at him, mentally that is.
I was exhausted by 6pm after all the biking and trekking about town oh and the beer didn’t help either. We called it an early night and left town just when all the straight people started to leave and the night creatures came out…to go to the A House. We had a fabulous time, can’t wait to go back, rumor has it were returning in July for more biking and hopefully a bit more of a night life.
This is how I spent my Saturday morning, riding on the Ptown bike trail, lots of hills and steep declines
No, that didn’t happen to me, I’ve had enough head injuries in my life anyway. The weather here is perfect, although it calls for some nasty storms to blow through later on, but who cares, I am here in one of my favorite places…this afternoon we are off for another bike ride, then hopefully to Clem and Ursies for some delicious beer and shrimp and oysters and beer.
Note to self, do not drive a bicycle and try to drink an iced mocha latte, bumps in the road cause unwanted stains and sticky situations. Note to self #2 chicken wings from our local hell hole are awful and cause very foul smelling farts that are very cloying when trapped in a small hotel room, do not get them anymore…
Whoever created this ad campaign has created a monster, if you are ever in a crowded place and this commercial comes on I bet there a several people singing along…I know I do
Police: Officer kills Calif. man who beat toddler to death while fending off passers-by
TURLOCK, Calif. June 15, 2008 (AP) The Associated Press
Police killed a 27-year-old man as he kicked, punched and stomped a toddler to death despite other people’s attempts to stop him on a dark, country road, authorities said.
Do you know what is fabulous about this Friday? I am not at work, and do you know what else is fabulous about this Friday…soon I will be in Provincetown, hiking, biking, reading, eating, nappping, and generally being away from the same old, same old.
I failed to tell you about Boston Pride, which happened last Saturday. First lets just say, whoever scheduled the entertainment should be disemboweled..Boston Pride has had some good acts in the past few years that I’ve lived here, Sophie B Hawkins, Gloria Gaynor some people who are actually KNOWN. We sat down at Government Center baking in the delicious sunshine waiting for some good music. First of all there were no bands, it was all canned music, a little like kareoke, I like seeing live bands, but that aside the first act was pretty good, even though she was a Jesus singer. The next guy was this
Brenden Valesquez <sp> the MC introduced him as a cross between Justin Timberlake and some other big star…trust me, Brenden is no Justin Timberlake. I give the guy credit, he’s doing what he wants to do, I just wish what he wanted to do never crossed my path…he tried so hard to be sexy, but was just kind of funny, he danced like Auntie Boris after one too many sloe gin fizzes. We decided it was tiime to get the heck out of there and go get some drinks, after a few beers Pride looked better. Everyone was rahing the fact that this year was the biggest parade ever, but there were hardly any vendors, everyone knows that gay pride=buying shit. I suppose it’s a blessing in disguise that I didn’t get to buy alot of rainbow crap, I had more important things to spend my cash on like….a new furnace…nothing makes you want to commit a hate crime like spending that much money on home improvement thats not even visable.
I have to go pack, it’s almost time to leave this X-file and head to Ptown..next you will hear from me, I will be lounging by the pool…
I’d like to stab you in the eye with something long, poisionous and thick
kick you repeatedly in the head and the dick
Beat your child till it bleeds out the ears
and have you wife crucified to all of our cheers
poop in your cawfee
pee in your shoe
Just a short list of things
that Id like to do
he inspires me on an artistic level. As he was giving me the list of things to accomplish tomorrow I started shaking my head “What, your not going to be here?” he asked in his Tootsie like voice, “No, I told you I couldn’t work this weekend, and next Friday I won’t be here.” he scrunched his unibrow, “Your going away again…ummmm thats ok we’re ok.” he skittered off to play golf…not before he completely f*&ked up what I had to get done….thanks Tootsie! But I am NOT at work this Saturday morning, this is GAY PRIDE WEEKEND, well Pride was all week in Boston, all different events happening every day and night…this is a very exciting time for us, we get to be gay!!!!!!!! I know what your thinking “it’s no big deal” but wasn’t there just a hoohah in Seattle, two women were asked to stop kissing at a Mariners game because it made a straight person uncomfortable. Did I tell you that ugly people kissing makes me uncomfortable, but can I ask an usher to stop them, Gawd don’t like ugly, Gawd don’t like fat and stoopit either but that doesn’t seem to stop him from creating those disasters. No, I haven’t gone to the gym…snippy
One of my favorite artists is Alanis Morisette, she’s fabulous, on all levels, just got her new cd and am listening to it constantly..so I go from electronic dance pop, to Citizen of The Planet..go figga..
Susan Atkins has asked for early release from prison, I think it’s termed compassionate release because she has a terminal illness….ummmm didn’t you stab Sharon Tate as she was begging for the life of her unborn child…compassionate release….
The people who brought the world Payless shoes, should be clubbed like baby seals, nothing says LOW RENT like a pair of cheap shoes…I myself am a big fan of the Jelli, you know, those plastic see through shoes, fabulous, imagine thigh high dominatrix Jellis?….Is this Friday, am I at Happy Hour (illegal here in Mass) am I anywhere but Thursday morning with under 60 days to go till vacation….
Enough, the dead thing in the wall is fairly ripe today, must be getting to that molting, turning into something gelatinous stage…drink the ooze of the dead thing and live forevahhhh, which reminds me, that weird guy I met and had a conversation with when he bought my friends saddle bags (we’ll just call him ghoul from now on) anyway he gave me a list of books to read I downloaded one and am burning it onto a few cds to listen to, we’ll see if the creatures of the underworld have good taste.
Alright the creeping crud on me neck issue, it’s no better a bit scabby and oozie…delicious/ I went to the DR and he asked if I needed some Paxil, he could find nothing wrong and though it would be best to medicate me for depression or ADHD whatever the fuck Paxil is for. “No, I do not believe I need Paxil, I take out my agression by making fun of the handicapped” I’m serious, as well as cold hearted, but I do have excellent manners and can fool anyone into thinking I give a shit..do you know the term sociopath? Anyway, the DR suggested I see the alergist, so he told me to make an appointment, I looked exasperated and told him I was leaving for Europe at the end of the week could we make it asap…SIDE NOTE whenever you want an appointment immediately tell the DR, the Dentist, the tanning salon, the manicure, the hair appointment that your leaving for Europe in a few days guarantee they will fit you in asap….SO I got in to see the allergist that same afternoon, as he was telling me where to go in London, he was poking me with knitting needles and asking me all kinds of questions, I will get the results next wee, I told hm just to leave a message on my answering machine, I’ll check it from London
lets see last time the videos did not cooperate, lets try again…this song is a little dorky but it makes me want to smash things…well, everything has that effect on me
Theres something dead and rotting in the walls in my department. It’s been rotting and stinking for about three weeks now…it must be a fairly good sized dead thing, it’s not so bad in the early morning when it’s cool and dry, but once the sun starts shining it’s glorious rays on the entombed corpse, it’s nauseating, plus it’s starting to get more humid, you know what that means…moist…promotes rot…promotes stink. The owners have been notified of the stinking corpse, I put up a whole bunch of air fresheners, it looks like a scene out of the movie Seven…I was told that eventually the smell would go away, ofcourse it will go away, when the poor animal has become a mummy, and I go to work wearing a hazmat suit.
It’s been fairly gross here for the past few days, temperatures in the mid to high 90s, I like it yesterday we went for a nice long bike ride, I went for one this afternoon..let me tell you, I smell..it aint pretty. Last night I woke up at 1am unable to sleep because it was so damn hot, so I came down to the second floor, then went down to the cellar where it’s about 30 degrees cooler. I laid on the floor and shut the light off…it was very dark, and I got scared so I ran up the stairs and slept on the floor in the living room. Hey, weird shit happens in this house and who knows from where it originates. So it goes without saying that I am tired and crabby, although I do feel better after having taken a cold shower. It’s 85 in the house right now, which means it’s about 90 upstairs, I think we are putting in the ac tomorrow. Ugh and get this, yesterday it was so hot our neighbor was our in his yard grilling in his underpants, not nice boxers or cute little briefs, this nasty human was wearing Jockeys that looked like a Picasso painting it had so many stains…fabulous..I told you this town is like an X-File
This week starts Pride Week here in Boston and it ends with the parade and festival on Saturday, it’s always such a fun time, even when it was downpouring and Boston Commons was like a mud pit. I’ve already told the boss I cannot work on Saturday…this is an important day, I must be well rested! The weekend after we are headed to Provincetown to veg out on the beach and go shopping, I should be able to live like my weekends all 7 days a week…I hate not having filthy rich parents who would support me, it’s so unfair.
I went to the DR to find out wtf is going on with the creeping crud on my neck, but that will have to wait till tomorrow, it;s sweltering in this room..how about some music
Ever wonder how much crap a human being can take before there head explodes?
Alright, my head is not in my ass, but I have another point to make about my ass, but that will come in a bit. My limits were being tested on this fabulously rainy Wednesday..one bright spot the Account Exec told me that Sheryl Crowe was added to the show list where we watched Cyndi Lauper…now I know there is no way I am going to get my hands on those free Sheryl Crowe VIP tickets, although I did promise to set myself on fire if he gives them to me. However if I could purchase them though him before everyone else buys them I may get better seats…I will place a boogie on the rim of his cawfee cup tomorrow…remember the Merlin of schnotts….
But anyway soomeone mentioned an idea about the gross rash on my neck, that maybe when I heard that big bang in the basement that it was some kind of pipe bursting and and some kind of poisonous gas was released…I assured them that the only gas in this house comes out of my ass after a large veggie pizza on Saturday night..its disgusting, but not poisonous…I have an appointment with the DR tomorrow afternoon. I will close with two videos…ugh first of al I STILL HATE barack obabma, I think if his wife wears her belt right under her tits it will hide the fact that she has a huge fucking ass..sloppy whore…anyway back with videos my new favorite song
Don’t hate…don’t hate.
