wonderbink: "I'm way too busy being AWESOME right now" in black letters on a red background. (awesome)
Monday, March 27th, 2017 04:10 pm
I'm going to try writing about things that happened a while ago, so that they're vintage rather than stale, since I'm still writing these things five minutes at a time.

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wonderbink: The outline of a star surrounded by tiny (illegible) writing (cleanthings)
Wednesday, December 28th, 2016 11:07 am
For the past eight years, Jeffrey Butzer and T. T. Mahoney have performed the soundtrack from A Charlie Brown Christmas live. Butzer plays drums, Mahoney plays piano and some other guy (not always the same guy from year to year) plays bass in a classic jazz trio. Occasionally, a group of female singers will come up to sing the vocal parts.

I've seen it for the past few years and I enjoy it immensely. The soundtrack to A Charlie Brown Christmas is the only Christmas album I own, and it pretty much sets the mood for the season. So when it came around, I purchased a ticket in advance (it inevitably sells out) and put in for the time off with The Big Green Grocery Store.

I figured I'd be scheduled right up to my departure time, like I usually am, but instead they gave me the whole day off. I usually close on Saturday nights, and I guess they figured that if they couldn't have me close, they didn't want me at all. I spent the Saturday cleaning the place, like I used to do when I had a Monday through Friday job. I hope for it to be a portent to things yet to come.

Doors opened at 8:30 and there was already a line stretching into the restaurant area just before 8:30 arrived. By the time I'd gotten in and ordered a drink, all the places to sit were taken. I sat on the step that leads up to the corner where the couches are (the TARDIS corner, I call it, because the walls there have a grid of large circles that resemble the walls of the old-school TARDIS) and moodled with my phone until the show started.

The opening act was Jeffrey Butzer's other project, The Bicycle Eaters. They're basically the soundtrack to an art film set in Paris. Many of the songs are sung in French, in fact, because English would just seem jarring matched against the music. The next act was The Silent Knights, who played the entirely of the surf rock Christmas album by The Ventures. It was the first time I'd ever heard Jingle Bell Rock actually sound like rock. I get a big kick out of surf rock (it's probably picked up from Greg Nicoll and seeing The Penetrators so many times) so I had a good time.

Then, finally, the jazz trio hit the stage and we were treated to the Vince Guaraldi soundtrack to A Charlie Brown Christmas. The thing I rather like about their performance is that it isn't a note for note replica, but has a little of the improvisation that jazz is made of.

Then this happened. They got to Fur Elise by Beethoven (Schroeder plays it while Lucy is bothering him) and Jeffrey Butzer got out from behind the drumkit, lay down on his stomach and propped his chin up on his hands, like a child in front of the fireplace. Then somebody started grabbing me and trying to shove me to one side.

I turned to see my eternal nemesis, a Drunk Blond Chick, in a Santa hat. She asked me to move over. I asked her why. She explained that she wanted a clearer view of Jeffrey Butzer in childhood pose, because it was so cute. I assented and moved over for the length of the piece. When it was over and all the musicians had resumed their positions I moved about halfway back and planted my feet. There the matter would have ended but then she started poking and grabbing me again.

I turned around. "Stop touching me," I said.

"We just wanted you to sway with us, in the sprit of Christmas," she explained.

"Stop. Touching. Me," I repeated

And to her credit, she did. Give or take the time she collided with me (I'm pretty sure it was her) when she was dancing with the enthusiasm of the drunk. I got through the rest of the show without irritation and headed to my parents' house to sleep.

Sunday was the annual Cookie Party. My mom bakes about 1,500 Christmas cookies (usually more) every year and the Cookie Party is one of the ways she distributes them. She invites friends and neighbors to partake in cookies, eggnog and punch. I reluctantly caught people up on what I've been doing--I wish I had something better to tell them--and indulged in my favorite cookies. Our friend Jeff came over and performed the annual Christmas ritual of sneaking new ornaments onto the tree when Mom isn't looking. The first time he and Angelo did it, Mom was completely baffled with it was time to pack the ornaments away and this strange Santa ornament had shown up on the tree. These days, she has grown to expect it and it's become something of a game to see how long it takes before Mom figures it out.

After the Cookie Party, my parents and I went across the street to another neighborhood gathering with many of the same people attending. This time it was a housewarming after a massive renovation of a house that my parents still refer to by its previous owner. There was enough food about to make a modest post-cookie dinner. I wasn't too familiar with the new owners, but I was familiar with one of the neighbors attending the party--he was a classmate of mine in high school. He's buying a house on my parents' street, so I may well see more of him. He wasn't particularly brutal to me in the days past, so I'm fine with it.

The party pretty much blew my chance to go to Java Monkey for the open mike there, but maybe some other time.

I'm sorry this was so boring. I'm sort of using this as a supplementary diary now to fill in all the details I miss in my handwritten diary pages. Only a few people are reading this and most of them are related to me.

Today I took pleasure in a cool glass of lemon water.

Today I learned someone's hypothesis that 2017 isn't going to be much better in terms of famous people dying on us.
wonderbink: The outline of a star surrounded by tiny (illegible) writing (choose)
Sunday, December 11th, 2016 03:39 pm
I don't know how many days after the weekend it will take before I post this. I've been writing blog posts for my various blogs at the rate of approximately five minutes a day. It's worked, though--all my blogs, even the ones I haven't updated for years now have shiny new posts on them. It should be easy to keep up, too.

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Today I took pleasure in watching RiffTrax shorts while drawing flowers.

Today I learned RiffTrax has a new VOD available.
wonderbink: The outline of a star surrounded by tiny (illegible) writing (wordmoon)
Tuesday, January 12th, 2016 09:48 pm
David Bowie is dead and I just feel kind of blank about it. I feel like maybe I should be grieving, but I can't bring myself to it. (Not a condemnation of those who are, of course. You have my condolences and understanding.)

It could be because I'd already made my peace with the fact that he wouldn't be around much longer right about the time he went in for heart surgery. After that he sunk into a kind of isolation that rendered him as distant as someone already dead. Then he surprised me with The Next Day (a great album, by the way) and my hope for another tour rose up and then fell again. Blackstar came out (still have to get that one) and I got my hopes up once more (to a lesser extent) and then two days later it all went down.

I still have the memories of seeing him play live (especially the Sound + Vision tour, which was one of the most amazing shows I've ever seen in my life) and I still have all the albums I own. Those things aren't going away. So what have I lost exactly? The possibility of new music from him? I still haven't gotten around to hearing all the stuff he already recorded, and that may take a while. And the old stuff holds up so well I can listen to it over and over again and not get sick of it.

He had an amazing life and he ended it well. Considering how many different lives he led in the course of his 69 years, maybe he just ran out of regenerations.

Today I took pleasure in forty-five minutes of solid Bowie played on WREK.

Today I learned how many pages worth of psychiatrists who take my insurance are within ten miles of me. (Nine, in case you wondered.)
wonderbink: The outline of a star surrounded by tiny (illegible) writing (cleanthings)
Tuesday, August 6th, 2013 11:28 am
So, in the wake of the incident that we shall hereinafter refer to as The Unpleasantness, I've been taking advantage of my newly-freed time to do things like an archeological dig through the accumulated stacks of paper in my designated inbox, the re-folding and re-organizing my T-shirts in alphabetical order and taking a pair of suede shoes I picked up for free in a swap meet and dying them black because the original color was a shade of pale aqua that I have no interest in. (Any of you who recall what my place looked like before I painted the pastels away on my walls might recognize the shade as what the bedroom used to look like.) It's taking more than one coat to eliminate the aqua but they should be complete and dry by DragonCon, I hope.

Speaking of things I hope to have finished by DragonCon, I still have it in my head that I want to finish a workable draft of The Two Kinds of Magic by then. So what did I do last night? Pour out an entire longhand scene for AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT BOOK. Seriously, subconscious, why you gotta do that to me? However, I did, on one of my long walks, figure out something about the hero's past which I think will help the love story portion of the program. (The plot is fairly sound, but the love story is a bit shaky, which I think is one of the blocks I have on proceeding.)

I've been getting out a bit more here and there--saw Megan Jean and the KFB at 529 and 1964-The Tribute at Variety Playhouse over the past weekend. This coming weekend, Joel Hodgson of MST3K fame is making two special appearances at the Plaza and you bet yer sweet ass I'm going to both of 'em.

I'm seized by a lot of restless energy that makes it hard to sit still and work on one thing for long stretches, so I'm working on a lot of little things in short stretches. I think I'm going to go and dab suede dye on some shoes now.

Today I took pleasure in slightly melty ice cream.

Today I learned the MARTA app now shows the approximate locations of buses on their routes as they travel.
wonderbink: The outline of a star surrounded by tiny (illegible) writing (richlife)
Wednesday, December 19th, 2012 06:49 am
"I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone."
"I should think so — in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!"
--The Hobbit

(And for the record, no, I haven't seen the movie yet but I figure I will soon, one way or another.)

I've been pulling my way out of a tailspin of depression (one of the reasons my updates have been so intermittent) and one of the signs I'm definitely getting better is that I decided to spend a proper weekend going out and having adventures instead of curling up in my little hobbit hole.

I got home from work on Friday and checked the local music listings to discover that The Lizardmen were playing at the Star Bar. I needed little more persuasion than that. I went from Business Casual to a few notches more casual and stopped at a crowded but pleasant Mexican restaurant for some sopa de pollo and a margarita. A guy at the table behind me was explaining to an older woman how an AK-47 assault rifle worked and the difference between that an a fully automatic weapon.

I arrived at the Star Bar at what I thought was an early hour but in fact I had missed the very first band by then. It was a Toys For Tots benefit with a long list of bands on the roster, and I found my friend Captain B setting up on the stage. I was about halfway to the stage to chide him for not telling me he had a gig coming up but before I made it there, someone else came out of the backstage area. Mod Boy.

For those of you fine people who have witnessed the way I am in the presence of a certain blond keyboardist for a certain band with a repetitive name, pause a moment and picture my reaction if that very gentleman had shown up in a place I wasn't entirely expecting him.

Yeah, it was even worse than that. I shrieked "OH MY GOD!" at the top of my lungs. Mod Boy just smiled and said hello. He had a guitar in his hand so he couldn't say much; I just stepped aside and let him get to the stage and do his thing. Then I ragged on Captain B for not telling me about the show. He apologized for forgetting that I no longer do the Facebook thing and thus would have missed the announcement there.

Captain B and Mod Boy were doing their guitar duties in what was basically the same line-up as Mr. Jay's Bowie cover band, only they did Kinks songs instead. They'd done it one time earlier, but I missed the show because I was out of town attending my goddaughter's first communion. I found a decent seat with a perfect view of the side of the stage of most interest to me and enjoyed a set of Kinks songs played raw.

Between sets, I went downstairs to find a quiet corner to curl up and write in but instead found myself catching up with Mod Boy for a bit. He told me that they hadn't played that Kinks set since 2011 and I said "Oh, you mean the time you made me cuss in front of my niece?"

(Permit me to digress while I explain that one. As I've mentioned before, Mod Boy is shouldered with the peculiar burden of being the son of a deceased musician who I will not name lest the Google find me but whom I shall refer to here as Daddy Mod. When I was up in New York for my niece-and-goddaughter's first communion, I was still on Facebook at the time so at the little social gathering after the communion proper I was doing a quick iPhone app check of how everybody I knew was doing. There was a post by Mod Boy about how he was feeling a little under the weather for the gig that night. One of his Facebook friends--whether or not he was an actual friend, I can't be sure--posted something useless like "You're Daddy Mod's son! You can do it!" or words to that effect. Mod Boy snarked that he could always try the Daddy Mod technique of getting shit-faced drunk before going onstage. And thus I dropped an F-bomb out loud in front of my niece. Thankfully, she was too absorbed in the book she was reading to have noticed.)

I told him about the work situation and apparently he doesn't do well in cubicles, either. (Then again, does anybody?) We grumped about Facebook, talked about car accidents and eventually he excused himself, as he does, to go mingle with the rest of the crowd. I went upstairs, saw The Lizardmen play some of my favorite songs and decided that I didn't need to hang around until Saturday to prove that I was cool, so I said my goodnights. Captain B said we should get together for drinks and crap movies again sometime. Mod Boy told me to email him and I told him that emailing him was like dropping a stone in a well and waiting for a splash, an accusation he didn't deny but instead affirmed, complete with stone-throwing hand gesture.

The past several Saturdays I've been in the habit of walking to the library (about a mile and a half from where I live) and availing myself of the labyrinth in the reading garden just next to it. It's a single winding path defined by bricks and laid with gravel that leads to a stone bench facing a white post that declares "May Peace Prevail on Earth" in several languages. Unfortunately, after the initial creation of the labyrinth, not much seems to have been done in the way of maintaining it, so I show up with a backpack containing gardening gloves and a few tools and spend about fifteen minutes pulling up weeds and sweeping away debris before walking the path and having a seat on the bench to contemplate the riddles of my existence. Once I'm done, I go into the library, swap out or renew my books and go home.

Today, I had a haircut appointment so I gave up and drove so I could at least renew the DVD of Rashomon that I still have yet to watch. But I did get some time with the labyrinth, and that felt good.

Once my hair had been chemically enhanced, trimmed and styled to a perfection it only sees the day I get my hair cut and never knows again until I return, I gave my friend Lake a call and asked her if she was still up for going to the High Museum. She was, but she was in mid-artwork from the sound of it, so I stopped for lunch at Fat Matt's to give her time to clean up.

Lake's schedule was such that we only had enough time to check out the main exhibit, which is an interesting sort of walk through modern art history which pauses to look at five different years--1913, 1929, 1950, 1961 and 1988. (They also commissioned a few new works so they claim to have added 2013 to the bunch. Okay.) I was able to spot the Matisse from across the room, though I was a wee bit disappointed that it was a 1913 Matisse and not a 1950 one. (If I go back and look again, I'll check, but I didn't seem to see any artists crop up in more than one year, which is a shame because the continuity and contrast between say, 1913 Picasso and 1961 Picasso would have been fascinating.)

The room before the gift shop had one of the commissioned installations--an intricate and slightly dreamlike network of shelves with odd objects and lights and plants. I got there first and waited for Lake to catch up and watched her as she looked it over.

"It looks like my studio," she said.

I convulsed with suppressed laughter--if I'd laughed as loudly as I'd wanted to, I would have frightened half the gallery--and said "Yes! Exactly!"

I carted Lake home so she would have time to get ready for a housewarming party she'd been invited to. I opted to head home and collapse for a bit.

Sunday was the O'Shea Family Christmas Cookie Party, whereby my mother shares the bounty of the thousand-odd cookies she bakes every Christmas season. Various friends, relatives and neighbors dropped by at my parents' house and it was rather nice to tell them "I have a job now" instead of "yeah, still looking."

Work is work--I'm still floundering a bit at times but getting better at figuring things out. I've started to pick back up on things I used to do that, hey, just because I have a job doesn't mean I can't still do them.

Like, for example, writing here.

Today I took pleasure in tidying up loose financial ends.

Today I learned that the Data Collection section of Form I-129 used to need a signature. (Wow, I bet you found that fascinating.)
wonderbink: "I'm way too busy being AWESOME right now" in black letters on a red background. (awesome)
Monday, January 31st, 2011 09:37 pm
Anybody who gets to know me well enough will learn that beneath my outlandish, wig-wearing, glitter-dusted exterior lies a painfully shy soul who is hesitant to approach people for fear of rejection. It is a fear I am gradually unravelling with time and practice.

My issues, let me ramble about them as I tell you what I did this weekend... )
wonderbink: The outline of a star surrounded by tiny (illegible) writing (rio)
Tuesday, December 21st, 2010 12:00 pm
So, Duran Duran's latest album, All You Need is Now is out on iTunes today.

Downloaded it. (Still have some $ leftover from an iTunes gift card.) Listened to it while working on titles.

It has completely failed to make an impression on me. I remain baffled at the people who are saying this is the best thing they've done since Rio.

They lost Warren; I lost interest. That's what it seems to come down to. Every album they've done since they kicked Warren out to let the Taylors back in has been entirely too bland for me.

But, hey, it's not my career, not my art, not my problem. It's not their job to please me. I'm not a Duranie any more, so my ego isn't hooked to their success or failure. I wish them well, honestly, but I don't see how anybody who isn't already a die-hard fan is going to give a shit about this. But maybe that doesn't matter--they seem to have gotten the hang of this social media thing and if they can maintain their tribe they should keep themselves comfortable for a long time to come.

Today I took pleasure in catching a glimpse of the start of the lunar eclipse. (Went to bed afterwards and dreamed of the full eclipse, which was quite spectacular in the dream.)

Today I learned what the new Duran Duran album sounds like.
wonderbink: The outline of a star surrounded by tiny (illegible) writing (bebot)
Monday, October 25th, 2010 11:13 am
It's not that nothing happened, it's that I'm dealing with a massive wave of depression right now and my energy and focus need to be rationed out accordingly. [EDIT: I have reason to believe that this depression isn't necessarily circumstantial, but a side effect of the valerian root I've been taking for insomnia. This lightens it, somehow, to realize that my brooding thoughts are a symptom and that the things I'm brooding about are not a cause.]

I did want to at least mention one thing that made me smile--the cutest iPhone app that ever apped. It's called Bebot, and I found out about it thanks to Kenny Howes and his girlfriend Deb. Bebot is a synthesizer app, basically, but it's a synthesizer with a little robot that 'sings' as you run your finger across the screen. It's a fun little toy to play with and it's only two bucks at the App Store.

Today I took pleasure in sound sleep, thanks to the valerian I took.

Today I learned that Google Docs is being annoying this morning.
wonderbink: The outline of a star surrounded by tiny (illegible) writing (cleanthings)
Monday, October 11th, 2010 04:05 pm
I've got it in my head that I want to blog on a more regular schedule, so I'm going to try to show up here on Mondays so I can tell the internets How I Spent My Weekend.

This weekend was a bit odd because where I usually spend Sunday recovering from what I did on Friday and Saturday, this time around I made sure to have a low-key Friday and Saturday because I knew rest would not be an option come Sunday. I've become intimately familiar with my limitations in terms of how much stimulation I can take before I burn myself out, so I paced myself accordingly.

Friday, I didn't even go out. (Gasp!) I had a few options, but instead decided to stay home and watch back episodes of Obscurus Lupa Presents. I feel a little better about this than I might otherwise because it was a deliberate choice and not some slouchy default.

Saturday didn't even have any decent bands playing that I was aware of, so instead I decided to go out and see Catfish, a movie I wanted to see before it either vanished from theaters or the internets gave away the ending. All I will say here is that I do highly recommend it and it is best if you know as little as possible about it before you see it. I may do a more spoiler-heavy post about it in a different entry.

Sunday was Drive Invasion at the Starlight Drive-In, which I haven't been able to attend for several years running because it was the same weekend as Dragon*Con. This year, they decided to move it to Columbus Day weekend (so at least folks working for banks and governments get Monday to recover) so after the usual Sunday morning family time, I headed down to the Drive-In with nothing but a 3-liter bottle of water to sustain me. I parked at roughly the first space I could find, since it was just me and soon made friends with some nice guys a few spaces away from me, who invited me to partake of the beer, grilled meat and other fine consumables they had brought.

The music was on two stages--a main stage set up by the snack bar (where bands usually play at shows like this) and a smaller stage set up just across the way. This allowed them to alternate between the stages with minimal downtime, since breakdown and setup could take place on one stage while a band played on the other. The smaller stage was known as the Trader Vic's stage and had a lovely little tiki bar set up just next to it where they were dispensing a pineappley rum punch. There was also sturdy metal outdoor furniture to lounge on and I spent quite a bit of my day there, meeting all kinds of cool people and even making a new Facebook friend.

My highly subjective impressions of the bands in order of appearance:

The Atomic Rockets - Straight-up rockabilly and a fine start to the day. Those kids were pretty lucky, if you ask me--they got their gig over with early, pulled an appreciative crowd of early arrivals and overnight campers, and had the rest of the day to enjoy the show.

Ghost Riders Car Club - Bit too country for my taste, so I overheard more than listened to. This is about the point where I wandered off to the car to put on sunscreen and got to meet my neighbors.

The Biters - Somewhere in the middle of being engrossed in a conversation with a cool guy who makes his own moonshine and works in the movies, he paused for a bit and said "hey, this band that's playing is really good" and I realized that The Biters had started playing. I promptly excused myself and went to the stage. They do rock in many rocklike ways and I'm a hopeless sucker for cute boys with cool haircuts.

The Psycho Devilles - Another round of straight-up rockabilly, with snappier dressers and OMG THAT GUY JUST SET HIS STAND-UP BASS ON FIRE!

The Booze - The last time I saw them, I thought they were Not Bad But Not Brilliant but they worked their way up Holy Crap Check These Guys Out when I wasn't looking. Very, very Stones-y, in the best possible way.

Gargantua - A little too metal for my taste, so it was a fine time to go and have lunch.

By about this point, it was late in the afternoon and the weight of the day was starting to bear down on me. I really wanted to be standing for the Forty-Fives, which basically means that the next several acts were spent either slouching at my neighbor's encampment or slouching in the Trader Vic's bar, overhearing things. So, apologies to Tiger! Tiger!, The Cynics and Grinder Nova for not paying adequate attention this time around. (No apologies to The Fleshtones, though, for reasons we'll not get into right now.)

The Forty-Fives - One of my favoritest local ass-kicking garage rock bands and I'm glad to see that they've been working on some new things instead of hashing over the same old songs.

After that, I felt that the night couldn't get any better. I'm not a particularly rabid fan of the headliner Jason and the Scorchers and I figured I could sneak out and not feel like I was missing anything. Unfortunately, the gate I'm used to exiting out of was locked, so I lingered until the end of the music and the start of the movies before I figured out that there was another way out of the theater. I felt a bit weird about leaving early until it hit me that I'd been there for TEN HOURS so I'm pretty sure I got my money's worth. I was home by ten o'clock and in bed by ten-fifteen.

Today has been devoted to recovery and housecleaning, which I should probably get back to now.

Today I took pleasure in lathering my legs in order to shave them.

Today I learned that we may be seeing quite a few renditions of Band on the Run on YouTube.
wonderbink: The outline of a star surrounded by tiny (illegible) writing (sylvian)
Saturday, December 19th, 2009 03:07 pm
. . . I was batting one of those "I should really do that sometime" projects around in my head and I dusted off the copy of iLife 04 that I had and the next thing I know I was downloading images from Wikipedia Commons, fiddling about with the Ken Burns Effect (that is actually what they call it!) and ultimately came up with this:

. . . in the space of one evening and part of today.

So that's one item to cross off my mental To Do list. Feels good. Did I mention I just finished reading my copy of Getting Things Done?

Today I took pleasure in bringing a project to completion.

Today I learned how to upload a video to YouTube.
wonderbink: "I'm way too busy being AWESOME right now" in black letters on a red background. (awesome)
Monday, October 26th, 2009 03:24 pm
I have decided that Getting The Heck Out Of The House is a good thing to be doing, so I had myself a rather lively weekend.

Friday night, I went to see Cineprov! riff on an atrocious horror flick called The Demon Lover. This was Manos-level badness--fuzzy cinematography, muffled dialogue, cheesy effects and a hell of a lot of WTF-is-going-on-here. (I get the feeling that if the Cineprov! guys hadn't been riffing nonstop, I still wouldn't have any clear idea of what the hell was going on.) A fine evening's entertainment for twisted people like me who like that sort of thing.

From thence, I decided to go to The Five Spot in Little Five Points and check out Cadillac Jones and the East Ponce Soul Faction. Alas, I was too late to see the EPSF, but I did see the middle act, a band from Chattanooga called The Distribution who served up a heaping helping of old-school soul/funk. Cadillac Jones does instrumental jazz that would fit comfortably in the background of an action flick from 1975. All in all, a nicely funky evening.

Saturday I discovered, thanks to the wonders of Facebook, that several bands were going to be playing at Whisper Garden, a small park on Carroll Street in Cabbagetown. I showed up a bit before the show was scheduled to start in the afternoon and, as I should have suspected, waited even longer as things like this never quite start on time. Nevertheless, I was bundled up enough to survive for most of it (with a stop at Village Pizza for a snack, some wine and some warmth) and enjoyed beer, barbeque and a variety of bands. The headliners were Smoke That City, a sort of reinvention of some of the surviving members of the late, lamented Smoke. While I recognized a couple of the tunes as instrumental versions of Smoke songs--"Trust" and I think "Clean White Bed"--others seemed to be taking what they had and making something new, something that still captures that wild and raggedy essence of Cabbagetown.

Bill Taft urged me to "stay crazy!" when I bid him goodnight. I treasure this.

Sunday I slept a lot. Somewhere in the middle of the afternoon, I got a call from wandering poet/musician Chris Chandler, who invited me to see him play at Eddie's Attic that evening. Chris' current partner in crime is a guitarist named Paul Benoit, who does the solo acoustic thing by himself quite well and served as a contrast to Chris in rant mode when they worked together. This time around Chris had film clips he'd put together to show in the background while they did certain songs. He was in fine form and it was a shame that so few people showed up--the bulk of the crowd were members of his family, celebrating his nephew's birthday. Chris appreciated me showing up and 'laughing in all the right places' as he puts it, and it was a good way to wrap up the weekend. I thought about checking out what was left of Java Monkey as I left, but just went home instead.

I'm going to try and get some baked potato soup made tonight. I'll have to resort to the toaster oven, since my regular oven is still being temperamental about whether or not it will start and I still haven't heard back from the nice people about fixing it.

Today I took pleasure in the sight of the changing dogwood leaves outside my window.

Today I learned it really works better to add the frozen strawberries before the yogurt when mixing a week's worth of breakfast smoothie at once.
wonderbink: The outline of a star surrounded by tiny (illegible) writing (sylvian)
Monday, February 23rd, 2009 10:50 pm
One trip to the Georgia Department of Labor Career Center later, my unemployment insurance payments have now been straightened out.

Went out on Friday night to the Highland Ballroom to see The Pin-Ups, a cover band that covers all the songs off of David Bowie's Pin-Ups album and then throws in some classic Bowie tunes for good measure. Got to see Hot Mod Boy again, wish him a happy birthday, and even kiss him goodnight. (I aimed for his cheek and he intercepted with his lips. No complaints.) Also ran into Christian, a guy that [livejournal.com profile] azewewish and I knew Way The Hell Back When. He didn't quite remember my name; I barely recognized his face. The sheer awkwardness of the encounter sent me slipping into the night perhaps a bit sooner than I would have otherwise. (Though he was kind enough to give me the business card of a friend of his who might know somebody looking for a paralegal.)

I've been poking about Facebook a bit more, though I tend to keep my contacts confined to people I genuinely know or would like to get to know better. I don't particularly feel the need to friend people from high school who I barely spoke to at the time, not even for the petty vengeance "check out how cool my life is now" factor. Especially since my life is running a bit low on the coolness at the moment. Will have to work on that.

For those of you who expressed concern, thank you. I am improving.

On my way to bed now, methinks.

Today I took pleasure in a cup of tea with my breakfast.

Today I learned what the graphics program GIMP is like.