May 31, 2004

Oh she of two left ears shall be getting nowhere near my camera, now, for it is locked safely away upon yonder closet.

posted at 10:31 PM

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Thanks, dad..



for being brave, for being strong, for being smart,




for saving your buddies lives, for not letting the what you saw (or had to do) hinder you, for coming home(even if people spit on you.)

Thanks, Dad.
Thanks for serving, I love you.

posted at 12:57 PM

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May 26, 2004

There's a new direction I want to head in. I'm tired of writing the mundane, at least on this forum.

Here I want to do something else. I have an idea, but do I have the time?
Things at work have been insane. I love my job, but it's getting to me.

We are now required to work a minimum of 45 hours a week -- no paid breaks or lunches. In addition, we have to not only chart our every moment on an excel spreadsheet, but we also have to punch a time clock.
Keep in mind I work in a creative environment. For a small company (about 15 people).
This is more than rediculous and extremely stressful to boot. Instead of using my time to write and get my 10 pending books done, I have to document everything. So, being the smart ass I am, I'm documenting EVERYTHING (ex. 8:32 yawn. 8:33 stretch. 10:35get a different cd 10:43 stare at the wall while I think of a new approach to writing the same thing)

It's all so tiresome.

I'm also busy thinking of my next tattoo. Yes. I am. Most exciting. I had a dream about some words on the back of my neck, but I don't remember what those words were. I'm sure they were important. I do, however, think I'm goign to have Andy Lee design it this time instead of Clive.
As much as I would like to commission a work from him to match my other one, I just can't afford it. And I seriously doubt he'd get back to me about it, which would break my heart. I prefer to keep him on this make believe status where I hold him, rather than have something shatter my reverence for the man. Anyway.

In other news, I'm also hashing out my book. It's awesome and I'm really happy with it -- as long as I can keep up the motivation to actually start writing it now.
It features the best of the worst - side shows, freaks, geeks, crazies, middle america and more. I am in love with this book.
Did I mention that I got a fortune cookie the other day? Before I opened it I made a big show of it. "OH I DECREE THAT THIS HERE FORTUNE COOKIE SHALL BE 100 PERCENT TRUE AND HONEST. I SHALL ABIDE BY ITS LAW AND ORDER FOREVER AND EVER AMEN."
So I opened it and it reads:

"You are a lover of words and will someday publish a book."

If that's not spooky, I don't know what is.

One day....
posted at 9:55 AM

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May 14, 2004

Good news all around:

Today, I purchased a new digital camera. Granted, it's not really the one I want, but it'll do.

The little bit of extra money came at just the right time for me to be able to take pictures at the comic convention tomorrow. Three glorious star trek personalities are going to be there -- Tuvok, Dr. Crusher and Worf. Oh I guess four if you count Sulu. I don't care so much for Sulu. His character bores me, though I like his derisive laugh.

A few other people are going to be there, ones I'm interested in like Alfonso Riberio, the Beastmaster guy - mark singer, and Tom Savini,the guy I made a fool out of myself last year (or the year before, I can't remember).

It'll be fun. This year I'm getting a "working" communicator badge. And by working I mean it makes noises.

I don't know what else I'm going to do besides take a shit ton of pictures. I'm so excited. I really missed having a camera.

Also, my idea for my novel is all fleshed out in my head. I just have to get it down onto 'paper' now. Lets see if I can do that. I have this insane fear of ever finishing something like this because I do not want to fail at it. I love this project so much that instead of facing the heartache of the story sucking or people laughing at me or whatever, I just avoid it and don't do it. What a stupid way to live your life.

That's about all I got right now. Not much news from me . I suck.

posted at 9:59 PM

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May 02, 2004

Funny thing said to N.U. Unruh that only I find hilarious.

He mentioned having to go take a shower because he worked too hard on stage and that, on tour he loses like 30 pounds.

"Oh, that's better than Michael Flatley," I said. "He only loses like 20 pounds on tour."

Inside, I was laughing my ass off. Everyone else just scooted like 6 feet away from me after I said it.

Stupid humorless jerks.

posted at 2:04 AM

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The night of all nights, glorious Einsturzende Neubauten, was among the top ten best nights of my life.

So after finding primo parking right on the street, I waltzed into the Majestic like it was my job. No nervousness, no anxiety. I owned it and I knew it. Aside from the fact that my hair decided to do some Cheryl Tieges crazy flip coupled with the bad humidity afro of a sad little white girl, I was workin it.
I stood there, smoking (did I mention I'm smoking again? Though, I tell myself and anyone who will listen that I'm not smoking for good, just every so often on "special occasions" and that night happened to be one of those nights.) waiting for Blixa. I stood my ground about 30 feet back, center stage, planting my feet just in case some asshole tried to mack in on my territory. No one comes between me and Blixa.

Then, there he was. A beautiful example of fine German engineering, resplendent in his pin stripe 3-piece suit with a silky blue-green lining. He stood out to me like a giant beacon of hot, steamy sex coupled with a dash of debonaire dandy who drinks sherry whilst reading his Keats or Yeats. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

They played a lot of music that was off their new album, perpetuum machine, so I didn't recognize some of it but honestly, it didn't really matter so much. Blixa was singing, Moser was druming, N.U. was percussioning and holy shit was Alexander Hacke playing the crap out of the bass. It was pure machine, power playing with air compressors, giant springs, metal bits and pieces of tubing. EVery word that Blixa spoke rang through my body like a static charge. It almost hurt.

He screamed. He screamed with a vengance and sounded like the human teapot -- the squeal shout that I love so much.

I never moved from my center stage, no more than 30 feet away from Blixa spot. I had a perfect view. Everyone was so nice not to block the poor short girls in the audience. I met a very very nice guy named Bob who stood next to me to block some of the more assholey of the group, trying to push forward towards Blixa. Once, I thought I made eye contact with him and I dropped my cigarette on my foot.

Haus der Luge, Yu Gung, Neun Arme and 3 seperate encores later, the band encouraged you to go buy the cd of the night's concert, just presesd and extremely limited for sale.
I got into line and soon, the line turned into a large human donut with no shape or reason. Stupid people cut in front of me and I complained loudly, to everyone within complaining range. Of course they sold out. Oh how my heart broke.

J. turns to me and says "do you want to meet the band?" No. I just wanted to go. It was already midnight, I had to get up at 6:30 for work. I'm old. Let's just go.

He made me follow him anyway. Around the Majestic we went, straight on through to the parking lot. Where lo and behold, N.U. Unruh was there, sitting in a chair smoking "enjoying the nice Detroit night" as he put it. We stood with about 3 or 4 other people, chatting and enjoying eachothers company. He was the most cordial, wonderful, interesting man with whom I've ever had the pleasure of speaking. He asked if we were all part of the supporters group (their name for their fan club) and when we all denied membership, he told us to hold on. Off he went through the backstage door and left us to wonder what was going on.
I told J.2 that if Blixa came out of the door, I would sprint away like a dog left off his leash and to please stop me.

Instead, N.U. came back out and told us to please follow him. Through the hallway and around the door he lead us to -- the entire band standing and chatting with only about 20 other people.

That's right. I met the entire fucking band, baby. Cheryl Tiegs afro hair and all.
Blixa signed my ticket while I stared with hearts and baby birds floating around my head.
He laughed and shook my hand. Patted my arm. He may have said something to me but I didn't hear it. I heard the sound of his voice but I was too stupid to behave like a normal human being.
What happened to my regular, chatty and charmign self that spent 10 minutes in wonderful conversation with N.U.?
To become star struck is such a stupid thing.

But all I could think of is Em and the tales from her youth with Blixa. Oh Em, how fortunate you are.

At any rate, I met them, became enamored with Blixa, chatted with Alexander, shook hands with Moser while he stared at my boobs and had an incredible wonderful conversation with N.U.

I am so lucky to have had this chance to not only see them but meet them as well. I've loved them since I was 13. I love Blixa so much. I love the band so much. There's just so much love in this world of Einsturzende Neubauten.
It was so worth not goign to bed until 2:30, waking up at 6:30...working all day....oh so worth it.



posted at 1:56 AM

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