Finally went and got one again last night, after not having one for years and years. And what do you know, I was still in the system... with my address listed as Quailwood in Charlotte. I lived there in 1999 for Pete's sake... practically 9 years ago. Anyhow, I am the proud owner of yet another laminated card for my wallet. Rented Deliverance, b/c believe it or not, in his 33 years on the planet, my friend Keith had never seen this disturbing classic. Is the chubby guy who gets ass-raped in the woods the same actor who plays the cowardly lion? I'm not sure. And good old Burt Reynolds, shrieking with agony on that last run down the rapids, laying in the bottom of the canoe with torn flesh and gut-looking muscle hanging out his thigh. What a great movie.
After Blockbuster I stopped home, put on a hoody & my favorite ever pair of sweatpants... the ones Ria gave me from NYC, which I think she scored for $6 or something. Straight leg, white, insanely soft, wide waistband so in addition to being ultra comfy, they look surprisingly chic-- you can't say the same about all sweatpants, that's for sure. I was all stoked upon my arrival to Ducktown last night, "I come bearing Deliverance..." and then the dvd sat on the island in the kitchen while we stood around shooting the shit and watching live Phish on youtube, which was fun for about the first hour and a half. Apparently, Keith would have been just as happy to continue doing so for the remainder of the evening, while I'm all geeked about watching the movie. It reminded me of the time Ria brought Napoleon Dynamite to my place before I'd seen it, and she was all excited for me to see it, and I had no desire whatsoever to watch it. So finally, it's determined he'll watch the movie, if I want to. Come on! It's not like I brought over The freaking Notebook or something-- it's Deliverance-- OY!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
moe. & moving
Thursday, January 31st, 2008- moe. at the Town Ballroom. Friday, February 1st and Monday February 4th, 2008: OFF! And if all goes well, that will be the weekend I move into my fabulous new apartment in North Buffalo. Not only will I have the pleasure of moe., but also a four day weekend, AND finally, liberation in the manner I've been craving. It's practically around the corner. Being that I am not so much of a fan of Christmas these past several years, December is a wash for me. Then there's just January. And then... I get to move for the 15th or 16th or 17th time since 1999!
Free things are nice
Yesterday got a free inhaler at my new dr's office. Turns out needing to use albuterol due to asthma attacks two or three times a week is not normal. I thought I was doing pretty good. So now I'm trying out this preventative crap and hopefully I won't wake up in the middle of the night gasping for breath, all wheezed out and crazed.
Called Council today to get new contacts, but they wouldn't order them for me b/c I hadn't had an eye exam since March 2006 and they require one eye exam per year. I made an appointment for next week and asked if there was any way they could hook me up with a pair of lenses in the meantime on the script they had; I made the girl on the phone laugh when I blurted out my reasoning, "I just feel so ugly wearing these glasses all the time!" Sure enough, they gave me a free "trial pair", so no more glasses for me.
To be totally honest, my real problem with the glasses has to do with my winter hat fetish. My super amazing pea green and orange winter hat I bought when Jay and I went to Rite Aid before the St. Patrick's Day parade last year (the hat that matches perfectly with my keens)- it just looks stupid when I have my glasses on. I've been forced to wear my black Baillie fleece hat. Haven't yet located my Legends hat this season. Surely it's in a box in the garage along with everything else.
Called Council today to get new contacts, but they wouldn't order them for me b/c I hadn't had an eye exam since March 2006 and they require one eye exam per year. I made an appointment for next week and asked if there was any way they could hook me up with a pair of lenses in the meantime on the script they had; I made the girl on the phone laugh when I blurted out my reasoning, "I just feel so ugly wearing these glasses all the time!" Sure enough, they gave me a free "trial pair", so no more glasses for me.
To be totally honest, my real problem with the glasses has to do with my winter hat fetish. My super amazing pea green and orange winter hat I bought when Jay and I went to Rite Aid before the St. Patrick's Day parade last year (the hat that matches perfectly with my keens)- it just looks stupid when I have my glasses on. I've been forced to wear my black Baillie fleece hat. Haven't yet located my Legends hat this season. Surely it's in a box in the garage along with everything else.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Confession.... good for the soul?
Let me start by making it clear that by no means do I wish my first post to give the impression I'm less than mentally stable. I'm merely less than 100% fulfilled in a manner that would impress, say, Tony Robbins. I suppose I started this little cyber niche for myself today so I could have the freedom of blogging without feeling the need to censor myself due to the six degrees of myspace separation.
Yes, I'm 33 and I have a myspace. Pathetic? Perhaps mildly. I comfort myself by the fact that a fair number of my like-aged friends are mildly pathetic in that manner as well. My problem with the medium of myspace for blogging is divulging too much to those who know me. I don't wish to offend, nor do I wish to be judged. I find myself holding back on certain topics, usually with someone in particular in mind, depending on the topic. I have a list of "sore subjects"-- allow me to explain...
Sometimes I'd like to blog about Jason. Yes, I've succeeded in severing ties with him, and with no real effort or discomfort on my part, if you don't count missing him quite a bit. The fact that he's locked up several states away until July of next year made this feat possible. I kept it going from March thru June or July of this past year before I stopped financing the phone calls and writing letters and sending nominal amounts of cash via USPS money orders. My point is, if I write about Jay, it will inevitably piss off Ria and worry my sister.
Jay's sister is a myspace friend, and I've no idea if she reads my blogs, but I'd feel terrible writing about how I've moved on, especially after being so callous as to just stop writing Jay with no explanation, all after being so certain we were created expressly to be husband and wife. Although to be fair, I wasn't in possession of the best judgment during our union, as is evidenced by many of my actions and beliefs at that time.
And how about work? Never a good thing to bash one's place of employment online. While I usually don't mind my job, I have some days when I dont know how I control myself. Aside from a trusted coworker, I'm not sure who else at my place of employment might be out there trolling around on myspace. It's a sketchy situation.
My brother's ex girlfriend and mother of his child/my nephew subscribes to my blog on that Godforsaken social network, and sometimes I measure what I say with her in mind.
Lest I sound as if I believe I have a loyal following of myspacers eagerly awaiting my next post, I'd like to clarify that I obviously do not know who does or does not read my blog. Some days I'm able to write something I find amusing, some days I delete my post only moments later, because I realize I sound like a whiney asshole. I'm sure that will be the case here as well; I'm not kidding myself.
Just figured it would be nice to have the opportunity to ramble with a faceless reader in mind... incognito-style.
Yes, I'm 33 and I have a myspace. Pathetic? Perhaps mildly. I comfort myself by the fact that a fair number of my like-aged friends are mildly pathetic in that manner as well. My problem with the medium of myspace for blogging is divulging too much to those who know me. I don't wish to offend, nor do I wish to be judged. I find myself holding back on certain topics, usually with someone in particular in mind, depending on the topic. I have a list of "sore subjects"-- allow me to explain...
Sometimes I'd like to blog about Jason. Yes, I've succeeded in severing ties with him, and with no real effort or discomfort on my part, if you don't count missing him quite a bit. The fact that he's locked up several states away until July of next year made this feat possible. I kept it going from March thru June or July of this past year before I stopped financing the phone calls and writing letters and sending nominal amounts of cash via USPS money orders. My point is, if I write about Jay, it will inevitably piss off Ria and worry my sister.
Jay's sister is a myspace friend, and I've no idea if she reads my blogs, but I'd feel terrible writing about how I've moved on, especially after being so callous as to just stop writing Jay with no explanation, all after being so certain we were created expressly to be husband and wife. Although to be fair, I wasn't in possession of the best judgment during our union, as is evidenced by many of my actions and beliefs at that time.
And how about work? Never a good thing to bash one's place of employment online. While I usually don't mind my job, I have some days when I dont know how I control myself. Aside from a trusted coworker, I'm not sure who else at my place of employment might be out there trolling around on myspace. It's a sketchy situation.
My brother's ex girlfriend and mother of his child/my nephew subscribes to my blog on that Godforsaken social network, and sometimes I measure what I say with her in mind.
Lest I sound as if I believe I have a loyal following of myspacers eagerly awaiting my next post, I'd like to clarify that I obviously do not know who does or does not read my blog. Some days I'm able to write something I find amusing, some days I delete my post only moments later, because I realize I sound like a whiney asshole. I'm sure that will be the case here as well; I'm not kidding myself.
Just figured it would be nice to have the opportunity to ramble with a faceless reader in mind... incognito-style.
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