[ mood | uncomfortable ]
[ music | Division Of Laura Lee – “Need To Get Some” ]

Ugh. What a buzzkill. I come home from a fun evening out drinking to find a note under my door from a neighbor in the building. He was robbed yesterday, and apparently there have been other burglaries recently too. Blah. He’s moving out as soon as he can. Ugh. Now I find myself looking at apartments too. Blah. Blah. Blah.

[ mood | hungry ]
[ music | The Soundtrack of Our Lives – “Sister Surround” ]

Not a bad show. My feet were sore, I was hungry, I was hot, and my shoulder starting bugging out, but I really enjoyed them. NYC sucks though. It’s fucking embarrassing, no one makes any noise during concerts till like 3 or 4 songs in. It’s like we’re all asleep and can’t be bothered. I guess it’s all the Kool Kids too busy posturing, or the pseudo-lesbians pretending to be dreaming of damp beaver. I yelped and hollered and clapped when I wasn’t in pain. Any other fucking town goes nuts 10 minutes before a band hits the stage, and by the first note whether it’s off-key or not, goes apeshit till the third encore. NYC just politely claps till we get good and ready to enjoy ourselves. Eh. Fuckers. The lads from Sweden put on a nice poppy show, with some juicy little rock elements. At one point, the lead singer dood said “man, it’s quiet. well, we like it quiet, you can hear the music.” Hope he meant it Anyway, towards the end most of the people in the front were bouncing so that’s good. And now I’m recalling a conversation I heard while getting in the door, something along the lines of, “yeah, only 90 tickets were let out to the public” which if true, might explain the quietness. The place was probably packed with Kool Kid Industry Folx on plus-ones. Eh. Fuckers.

You know the one thing worse than B. O.? A shit load of flowery perfume on a girl that’s standing between you and the vent in a club. It could’ve been Shower to Shower or some similar shit. It smelled powdery whatever it was. Maybe she was having a not-so-fresh kind of day. I should probably lay off.

Fucking one of my discount CDs from Virgin last night was trashed… big ass split in the CD… had to exchange it today, but they were super cool about it. Laid receipt down on the counter with the broken CD and a replacement and the guy was like “Cool. Thanks. Here ya go.” A helpful customer service dood… who woulda thunk it.

Personal day tomorrow to receive some “freight” at the old homestead. I told one previous boss at the channel that, “oh yeah, not in tomorrow” and she’s like “why didn’t you tell me sooner” and I just pointed down the hall to the VP, my new boss and said “I told her a while back.” I wonder if my old boss knows she’s my old boss yet? Our company is whacked.

[ mood | amused ]
[ music | Johnston, Freedy – “The Lucky One” ]

So I went to my lonely little PO Box this morning to see if there was any mail. There hasn’t been since I “purchased” it… basically because nothing has had time to be rerouted to it… but what awaited me this morning? What was the first thing to grace the insides of my first PO Box ever? TICKETS!!! Tickets to my favoritist band ever… it’s the little things…

Went out after work today with my friend Starky. We had some food, and then went over to a variety show at Surf Reality. One of my buds from the office was performing a a solo sketch. It was fucking hilarious. Many of the other acts were good too… and weird… very weird. Starky and I decided to use our inner weirdness for evil now, and produce more VIDEOS and evil things.

I also picked up some CDs and DVDs at Virgin with my fat-ass coupon book (10 bucks off 50 buck purchase, among others!). Now I’m going to eat crackers and watch the Oz I Tivoed last night.

[ mood | happy ]
[ music | Camper Van Beethoven – “Pictures Of Matchstick Men” ]

Saw Camper Van Beethoven tonight with the chainsaw. Excellent show. I wasn’t a huge CVB band – liked ’em, but didn’t own anything, but I thorougly enjoyed myself there. There were a couple of idiots there moshing to slow songs… you think you’d get the point when you and your friend are the only ones acting like jackasses, that maybe you should shut the fuck up and sit down… but alas. Later we saw them standing in line at coat check. I didn’t think punks would take the time or pay the money for coat check. It was very confusing.

Other than the young, dumb punks, Chainsaw and I were the youngest ones there… and oddly enough the shortest. I’m 6’0″ and I still couldn’t see the stage… we were in the land of giants. We moved for the second set, and were upfront which was very enjoyable.

Next week I’m gonna check out Bona Roba with Courtney, and then Soundtrack of Our Lives & Division of Laura Lee by my lonesome.

[ mood | tired ]
[ music | Interpol – “Stella was a diver and she was always down” ]

So I had this really surreal experience tonight. My friend was kind enough to get me on the guestlist for Interpol at Maxwell’s in Hoboken. Great show, save for some morons shouting out dumb lines you know they’ve been practicing for weeks, but the lads were in fine form… very tight. Much more enjoyable than the last time I saw them. Anyway, afterwards everyone split for a nearby hotel to watch their performance on Letterman recorded that afternoon. So there I am in a crowed hotel room in Weehawken, staring at a shitty TV watching a band I’d just seen live, performing on Letterman, and clapping at the TV, while the lead singer was hiding out in the bathroom. I would’ve been hiding out in the bathroom too… I’d hate to see myself on TV.

Anyway, great live show. Fine appearance on Letterman. Very odd evening.

[ mood | content ]
[ music | Vince Guaraldi Trio – Linus and Lucy” ]

So one of my New Year’s resolutions is holding… being more social & going to shows… so that’s decent. I handed over some money to both Ticketweb & Ticketmaster today… of course Ticketweb is the lesser evil of the two, but they both suck.

I finally finished revamping [REDACTED]. Not much has changed, just interface & layout. Still have a shitload of pictures to shove up there.

It’s kind of funky-looking outside right now. It’s like my apartment building has been enveloped by a marshmallow.

I got sick of my mail disappearing so I finally got a PO Box.. now I can start being anonymous and having naughty thinkg sent to me in the mail. Woo hoo! Of course now I’m knee-deep in updating my addresses with all my bills and such… I’m gonna do one of those formal address changes, but I want to notify all the major places before I do it. Already got one weird response from my bank… I have to fill out a big ass form to have my statement address changed… sup with that?

Little tip… call your local phone company and have them institute a 3rd party call block on your line. Got burned by some phone h4x0rs. Basically they call some place from someplace else and bill it to your home phone. The operator is suppose to get verbal permission before she does the call, but sometimes they don’t. The first AT&T customer service rep I talked to was an ass… but the second one was cool, and the Verizon lady had a pretty hot voice, and she wanted to woo me into switching to their long distance… and I agreed… too bad for Sprint… suckers.

I grouted my shower this weekend. That’s right. I’m a fucking loser. But soon I’ll be a loser losing my hearing and suffering from lack of sleep.