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March 3, 2001
Robert: 304 Keeping the Weekend Free - Liquorice Merely coincidence that today's selection actually fell on a weekend... Last night, after practice we hit the Cactus Club to check out (the always amazing) Nymb and then headed over to the Globe for (the always amazing) Camden... I had a wonderful time, but i'm paying for it this morning in various aches and pains... Gotta run. Breakfast and then we start recording... I have a VERY IMPORTANT survey for you. I'll tell you about it tomorrow... March 2, 2001
Robert: It’s annoyingly placid for a Friday. I feel like I should be the one to kick it into overdrive. I will do so with an educated critique on the classic tune “Oh Sheila” by the bigger-than-Beatles pop sensation Ready For the World. (Side note: the song will not be on this list coming in at a sad sad #1907) According to yahoo, the classic band actually had a handful of hits, including the song “Love You Down”, which I always thought was Gregory Abbott. (Actually, I think that was “Shake You Down”.) You will also notice the band hails from Michigan. This is useful information to keep in tow as I continue. Now, I have several sources that will claim up and down that the song was produced by none other than Prince (I have done the research and this is how he was named at this juncture)… and upon being given that tasty bit of information – yeah I can see that. There is that keyboard sound that is vaguely reminiscent of the “1999”-era Prince hits (played by that doctor – what is his story?)… And just as Prince allowed that quack to tickle the keys in his videos, the royal one has a few missteps on his record, which I won’t go into now. But I just can’t fathom that he had something to do with the gross cheeseball lyrics and odd vocal inflections found here. I have a feeling he would get on the talkback mic and say “Excuse me, Melvin, I’m sorry to interrupt you but I just have to let you know that this is the stupidest shit I have ever heard.” The first bit of lyrical wisdom: "What’s good for the goose is always good for the gander, oh sheila." An age-old moral spoken in a tongue certainly not native to Michigan. It sounds very faux-British, with Sheila pronounced “Shay-la”. However, in the chorus, he can clearly be heard singing the name’s correct pronunciation. (Shee-la) What gives? How could Prince let this happen? I also found some web lyric inconsistencies. here they have the first line listed as “What’s good for the gaze is always good for the camera.” Are they on crack? There’s no way Melvin sings that! In this person’s world, what’s good for the goose is always good for the “ganda,” which still seems pretty ridiculous. I’m surprised it wasn’t listed as “what’s good for the goose is always good for Uganda.” That makes much more sense to me… Either way, it’s obvious Prince should have stepped in… We encounter the same problem during one of the last choruses. The line “Oh baby just you wait and see”, “wait” spoken like “woyt”. “Excuse me, Melvin…” Lastly, I take extreme offense to the lyric “a-deedle deedle doo” during the bridge resolution. So much so, that when the song is on the radio and I punish myself by listening, I’ll turn the radio during that part. It’s just plain embarrassing. (Ditto for the “Weee!” part in the wretched “Let’s Go All the Way” by Sly Fox.) I’m not sure if this song made it to the top of the charts, but I’m convinced that if some actual words were spoken there, perhaps Ready For the World wouldn’t be in the “Where are they now” files along with Prince’s physician. Those were my two cents. Bring on the weekend. I’m ready. thanks, jamie for the correction.
Robert: I’m at a different desk today due to an absence here at work which is a super triple bonus. Not only do I not have to attend to that mind numbing drivel (temp work, ironically, as Temp does my real work. Odd.), and I can listen to my CD choices at a comfortable level, but I also am right here in front of the computer, and ultimately connected during the non-peak hours here at the establishment. I’ve been doing some email catch up lately, and I plan on continuing it after I’m done mouthing off. There is some hot and heavy business going on at Kenoki’s place. Trying not to blush here at work. Parents, you may want to add this page to your Surfwatch list. Thank you, Blogger. Got the stickers. I will now go plaster the good word over the next 5 stop signs I come across… I think some ‘negative’ advertisements will drum up enthusiasm. You know – a “Stop Blogger” thing. I received my Scrabble for the Mac today. I shall be kicking the computer's metal ace all the way up to Milwaukee after work. Of course, I’ll keep its skill level at a healthy ‘novice’… Much fun to be had on tour with this puppy. Maybe we’ll even cancel some of the shows so we can get in a few more games? I’m kidding. I’m a kidder. What’s the story with this crushlink business? Is there anyway to find out who is sending me these things? Show yourself! And ‘Let’s Go Blue’ will be on the album, so quit your yappin’.
dan: greetings....friday..fridays suck! wheres monday? I think I'm gonna go have some coffee..it's almost 9 here..It's not as sunny as it was yesterday..I'll tune in later..
Robert: 305 Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye I had a dream last night that i was watching a video for a Ghosts & Vodka song. The video starred Jennifer Lopez... and the main plot revolved around Vic (of G&V) and Puff Daddy (of the court of law) fighting for her attention. It was a warm, sweet, romantic comedy kind of video... hot just like an oven... Same old same old today at work, but i'll get my daily blog in, just you wait and see... March 1, 2001
dan: I just had a roadrage experience that I turned around...I did a bob classic smile and wave thing to these 2 kids that cut me off..they were beeping and giving me the finger outside of their car window with an extended arm..then I would beep a couple of times and they would repeat with their jesters then I beep once..you know like a little short burst..and then they beeped and gave me the finger again..then the driver was making a left turn but before the left turn he beeped and he gave me the bird one more time then once I was even with their car with my window rolled down and theirs too while he was shouting fuck you you bitch blah blah blah I smiled and waved at them like I was saying bye thank you..laughing all the way home...I tell ya thats some funny stuff..they were probably more pissed that I wasn't pissed...kids..I told some guy to learn how to drive one time when I was in the beloved corps..and I didn't know he was gonna follow me to this parking lot..he was TOTAlly pissed off ..he got out of his camero (ishould've known not to say anything to some guy driving a camero) but he got out and then I got out and he was yelling right in my face..now this guy was like 200lbs and looked like a freakin crazy guy drill instructor or something but I was just waiting for him to make a move..the only thing he did was project spittle onto my face while yelling but I didn't think that would hold up in court so I just took it cause I figured if he was gonna hit me then I could sue and become rich but he didn't smack me...It was pretty freaky I tell ya..so be careful what you tell people on the road...after I imagined me holding a sawed off double barrel 12 gauge out the window while I passed those guys just to see their faces..I did that once when I was in highschool I was in my house and there were these kids from out of town hanging out in the lot next to our house and I think we told them to leave and they did saying swear words and stuff..well they actually made a couple of drive by shoutings and on one of them I kicked open the front screen door and pointed this huge 12 gauge at them and they totally freaked out ...well then my parents came home and the kids were across the street..they said I pointed a gun at them and I just said it was this ole bb gun..it wasn't real...gotta go find more stories..it's funny cause it's true foo.
dan: oh, one other thing girl , I think 'ruby' is simple but her name is still in the making...for the record..anyway..I gotta think of something better like.....help me..does she need a name? Of course..I'll have to think of that later...right now ..It's time for me to fly..i gotta set myself free ohhhhh isn't that hows it's supposed to beee? ohhh you know it hurts to say good bye...but it's time for me to flyyyyyyyyhighhhhhhh.. peace out-
dan: it is soooo cold in here I can't wait to get to my warm cozy little house..and have a ...oh I dunno maybe a tom & jerry..that's the drink made with coffee right? Or is it ben & jerry? ...No thats the ice cream anyway..It wasn't that bad today at work, just your usual pain that everybody feels at their job..And ya know, as you get closer and closer to the end of your day you feel better and better. I cannot wait for warm weather I actualy wore my 'spring' jacket today.it felt sooo good. There is one thing nice about working here; and I'll tell ya what that is right now..There's this older lady that comes in here and every time or every other time she comes in she always brings me recipies..today she brought me in 'savory crescent chicken squares' now I don't think I've made any of the recipies except her secret sicilian lasagna but isn't she sweet...I think she secretly adopted me as her grandson or something..kinda brings a little tear to your eye hey? She'll walk in and say 'howdy doody' and I'll respond 'howdy doody' and everytime she leaves she always says..'be careful'. Her husband is with her too he's that old guy kinda grumpy type she calls him daddy..as in..'you've got a package here daddy'..sweet, they must be going on 40 years now or something? I also get the a holes in here too...just like the other day when some guy called me a dick head on the phone and before I could say anything the bitch hung-up..I'm too nice, I can't think of mean things to say right away, I was pissed after and I tried to star (*) 69 his ass but those people are calling from some telle-mktg firm so that shit don't work..I just would've like to say something like..why don't you come down here and call me that...wait wait wait..see that doesn't even sound good maybe..um hey..I gotta tell ya something....F you..I kinda don't like typing swear words even..you know what I mean...That's the last thing you need to hear though when you're having a bad day...One time a guy came in here and something happened where he didn't like the price or something and stormed out the door saying..i think he said your fucking crazy..and to piss him off even more I said.. that's not very polite sir that made me feel good cause I know they hate hearing that I'm kinda mocking them or something without even saying any bad words....I think the store was empty but I didn't want to get into it with him too deep.. survior night..pizza and beer and a couple of friends to see who gets hurt and voted off...remind me to get some gatorade tonight to hydrate before i dehydrate..foosball is gonna be on tonight also I still gotta one game lead over mike allen...YOUR GOIN DOWN miKE!!! I hope this blogg finds who ever is reading it in good health and spirits.. Daniel of the fredlands...please note* that If you find any spelling errors keep in mind I'm using the old english format..
dan: upon arrival at work I was introduced to a dank burning smell..apparently one of the lighting wires that run into one of the ballasts burned up and now I have this intense stomach pain teamed with a slight headache. I'm starting to not notice the smell anymore but I keep seeing little dwarfs dashing here and there like they're running around trying not to be seen..I was thinking about changing my wardrobe I think I need something a little more spunky..what do you think?
Robert: What's bad: Just as i suspected, I've been moved to a far location in front of a computer that is about as useful as one of those plactic ones you see at department stores. It has no real value on this planet... and there i am, planted firmly in front of it. This means I can only get here during my "lunch" which is actually not really "lunch" at all, because it involves a helluva lot of webwork and not a whollatta eating. What's good: It is mindless work that requires little or no brain power, so i can easily listen to music at a comfortable level. Hopefully this will make the days fly by like, um, an eagle. (Speaking of no brain power... i thought about writing a "swift" because i'm pretty sure that's the fastest bird... Although that guy would certainly bring up the Road Runner, and most likely vocalize his trademark beep-beep ad nauseum.) Today I have Pet Sounds and Midnite Vultures. I have not been home since yesterday morning at 7. I went straight from work to the train station to Milwaukee to practice, slept a few hours, got up (late - what's up with the snooze button, d?), went to the Milwaukee train station, cruised to Union Station, cabbed here to work. After work, I go straight to Northwest Station, where i take a train to the Lombard station, i then walk a block to the Library where my dad will take me directly to my dentists office in Oakbrook Terrace. After that, I will go to the parents house and wait for my dreamboat to arrive and finally bring me back home. Estimated time of arrival: 7:30 PM. Total time away from home: 36 hours. Actually that doesn't sound too bad... I know that the Beastie Boys have since changed the lyrics to Paul Revere. Would you happen to know if they are posted on the web somewhere? Since I spent so much time as an adolescent learning the original lyrics, I may as well learn all the revisions... just in case I run into some old grade school teacher... I'll be updating the HM news tonight with a list of all of the songs that we will be demo-ing tonight... I'm sure i'm missing something, but I'm in a squeeze for time these days. I'll let you know...
dan: h to the e to the double L o. hello this room where 'ruby' and I sit is quite pleasant..the sun casting her rays in on me, the voice of 'ruby' is a calm purr...and the cool thing is, there's really nothing else in here except an ironing board, a globe, another chair, two beds, and a lampy lamp. thats not a lot...and i just had some oatmeal [maple&brownsugar] and I've yet to have some coffee.. I definitely have to blog later cause I've got some wack ass links from dave h.. gotta run folks.
Robert: 306 Paul Revere - Beastie Boys Adam Kempa is my hero. I'd like to publicly thank the man for hooking me up with such great goodies. Various discs of band pictures and the end-all grand prize - a video tape of the Inside the Actors Studio featuring the one, the only, Philip Seymour Hoffman. Can't wait to dig into that. It's a shame i can't buy a module for the LT that will play VHS tapes. I suppose it would be pretty bulky... I've got so much to jabber about, but you know the drill. (dentist appointment later today)... February 28, 2001
Robert: I love IMDB. How else would one find out that the director of (the worst movie starring Woody Allen) Picking Up the Pieces and (the worst movie starring Keanu Reeves) A Walk in the Clouds was none other than Alfonso Arau, best known for his role of El Guapo in (the best movie starring Alfonso Arau) Three Amigos. You learn something new and useless every day.
Robert: All by my lonesome... That's how i feel today (as opposed to blogcrazy yesterday). I even have a premonition that tomorrow i shall be moved even further from my desk (now invaded), to endure some other arduous project. Oh hell. Nanette? Zach? Can we get confirmation that the filmography section in Infinite Jest's endnotes are the funniest thing since Cannonball Run? I'm only at page 60 and i'm already drooling over it. I hope the remaining 940 pages won't sour me on the experience. I wish I could let you all in on the joke, but you'll just have to read it for yourselves... Also, Zach, could you give Mr. Wallace a call and see if i can get some kind of commission for all of my gushing? Also, if you choose to tackle it, i recommend getting 2 bookmarks and not reading it while standing on a moving train. I found this out the hard way. And speaking of you know what... Booo! The dang gone Cannonball Run DVD has been pushed back to June, and i no longer see any mention of a director commentary. Gosh darn it the heck anyway. I was hoping to have this silly little disc in time for tour, so we could follow along Burt, Dom, and Farrah's route... pretending that snively Mr. Foyt was chasing us the whole time. Blasted! .. The good news is: it's release date is dangerously near my birthday. hint hint hint. I want my blog and I want it now...
Robert: 307 Sturdy Wrists - Rocket From the Crypt I like this early morning blogging. Starts the day off right... While some people were out playing crazy games, I read the most hilarious part of Infinite Jest (yet): The filmography of James Orin Incandenza. Laughed out loud more than 4 times... (it is a one man Beyond Balderdash game)... More than i'll laugh all day today... February 27, 2001
dan: as i lean over this keyboard as i search for words theres only one thing that comes to mind...sugar puffs...with milk..and beer, but the beer will be consumed tonight as i type....thank you all for tuning into the nightime chronilogi/cales puerto rican style...and don't forget the american cola.. peace out- da n
dan: sometimes I feel like i should jus go to bed just like the time when i was tired....def jam box set is the breast...thankx erika you phish fan you....jk thats my dang oh... i am here waiting for all ya'll to bust a cap in my ass.........sucka let me tell you this..hold it now.. that fox hole i dug the other night was full of maggots and worms and just when i was ready to catch some shuteye there was this bug that was flying towards my head i mean i could hear it from a mile away....so i put some kleenex over my ears and pretended i was on a beach waiting for my drink to arrive..i was in the water even thats service...i tell ya.. there's nothing better than meeting people that used to gang bang because i tell ya theres nothing better than to have one of those brothas on your side nowhat i'm sayin'? peace out suckas.... warren g regulate.. regulators mount up.. let me ride d*n
dan: i am a rock I am a piece of matter... is bob swearing? i am now consuming a am beer what lemme try this again fools...
Robert: I've worked out a schedule for all of us on April 7th. Our show at the metro is at 6:30 (doors at 6), and the Mark Kozelek show at schubas starts at 10. Plenty of time. But if you're concerned, go buy your tickets via the links for both of them... That's what i aim t'doooo.
Robert: I think it’s pretty obvious why I chose the song “The Operation” to be number 308. There’s a fucking 2 minute long drum solo at the beginning!! This is by far one of the most amazing things to occur in a Smiths/Morrissey song. It far bypasses the odd fade in/out at the beginning of “Some Girls are Bigger Than Others”, yet I’m not sure if I like it more than the cheering/booing part at the end of “Disappointed.” Probably better, seeing as though “Disappointed” did not make it on this list, coming in at a (disappointing) number 512. On the way back from lunch (no punch-keys, Subway), I happened across by far the UGLIEST pigeon I had ever seen. It had a gray striped mohawk going on, and was this horrific shade of, well, is there a color called “dirty?” Like in those 300 crayola packs, if they had one, I’d color a picture of this pigeon with the Dirty colored crayon. Absolutely disgusting. I’m not sure if there’s any animal I hate more than the pigeon. Spiders? A walk in the park. Mosquitoes? Whatevs… Pigeons? Terrifying… 2 apartments ago, near the corner of Damon and North, a flock of these pesky beasts infiltrated our nice enclosed back porch and made a nice little home in our heating vents. Luckily my room was far enough away, but my roommate (even though his room faced the loudest street corner in Chicago) could faintly hear the tap-tap-tapping of pigeon feet coming through the heater vent. The buzzards also had the nasty habit of shitting over the entire porch and back stairs. So, being the take charge kind of guy he is, he told me to get the birds out. Step 1 was to seal off their entry point, which I had spotted right away. An open window on the bottom floor. I also had to fashion a warning note to all coming in and out of the back apartment ground level door. “Keep Door Closed – Pigeons Go Home.” My next course of action was to get the present porch pigeons the heck outta Dodge… I opened the door and traversed the shitty floor to the heating ducts where I saw the pat-pat-patters. There were two of them. Ugly little buggers. I got out a broom and gently tried to coerce them towards a window I had opened. No luck. They saw right through my plan. Ugly little smart buggers. So being the take charge kinda guy I am, I called our landlords to get some kind of pest control person out there. Their response: A day later: Someone left me a net out on the porch. Gee, thanks… So, much to the amusement of my visiting guests, I netted the damn things in Man v. Pigeon warfare and sent them on their merry way out the back apartment door. I made sure to shout “and don’t come back” as they fluttered into the afternoon air. My next apartment, Hoyne & Lemoyne, had no bird problems of any kind… however, my unlucky roommate discovered a pigeon living above his new bathroom, Wood & Division. His landlord sent over a “professional” to take care of it. The pro promptly told my friend that if the fowl had actually built a nest above his shower, that any disturbance of it would result in someone going to jail, and it ain’t gonna be the pigeon… Which is odd, because the North/Damon people just gave me a net and a note – “good luck.” For all I know, I could be on some Pigeon-Nest-Disturbing-Most-Wanted list. I blog therefore I am happy here.
Robert: By the way, The King's Nuts is no longer the best blog in Normal, because something was actually posted today! I was getting rather amused by how many hits that page must have gotten without any sort of content whatsoever! I guess now the king has to prove himself....
Robert: It turns out that my “award” was actually just an invitation to some SESAC function, and I’m sure all members got it, which doesn’t make it so special after all. At any rate, unless they plan on flying me out from Little Rock, I shant be making it to their little soiree. But thanks for asking. I’d like to bring attention to the swarm of blogs that are popping up from the Normal, IL region. I’ve already given props to Panaphobic Superhero, but I’ve just discovered My Friend Goes Left, and perhaps the best one of all, The King's Nuts, which has yet to register blog #1. (ps – can someone clarify whether the blog’s name refers to a possession of the king or a statement that he is not of sound mind?) Keep it up. I mean, what else are you going to do in that godforsaken borough? Hang out at Zorba’s? Zorba’s. Yesterday I made a list of my favorite restaurants in Chicago. I will now proclaim that my favorite restaurant in Normal is Zorba’s. Now, I sought higher education 40 some miles away at U of I, where they have a different Zorba’s. This Zorba is (in)famous for gyros, and the disgusting, twirling lot of them. They did have an amazing Tuesday veggie pita special (what’s with Tuesdays?) and their fries dipped in cucumber sauce were to die for, though. The Normal Zorba may have the same typical Greek fare (or flare), but what warms my heart, is their wonderful breakfast. I know you’re probably thinking that my favorite restaurant down there in that hole should be the all-vegetarian Coffeehouse. Now, I admit that the tofu scrambler certainly there is quite the treat, but for my breakfast money, it’s Zorba’s all the way. I rate them on 3 points: food quality and quantity, price, and presentation. On the first point, I’ll have to say that the #7 (eggs, hashbrowns, and french toast) is the way to go. In fact, that’s all I’ve ever gotten there. It’s pretty greasy, but for some reason, the coffee equalizes the negative grease effect. Once, a half of an egg shell was found on a french toast slice… but I just considered that a special prize… And with the #7, you are assured to be well filled until dinner or so… On point number two, at $2.95 the #7 is an outright steal. Nary a dent in a pocketbook made… But it’s on point #3: presentation that they truly shine. In true old-time diner atmosphere, the waitresses are grizzled, old, and rude, a la the hip Ed Debevic’s thang. However, what we have here is the real deal. These folks did not audition for the job. They are old, grizzled, rude, mean – all because, well, that’s just the way they are. If they don’t bother to refill my coffee, I should feel privileged. It’s all part of the daily routine, the usual lack of service, the ultimate charm. I get upset occasionally when we get the one nice, cheerful waitress. I feel slighted. But when the service there is bad, it send their presentation ratings skyrocketing through the roof, a la Charlie’s Great Glass Elevator. (ps. – this formula doesn’t work for all restaurants. Only the special few you have to seek out, and be in the right mood for.) Speaking of Charlie and things literary, I am at page 50 in Infinite Jest. Approximately 940 pages left to go, and I am quite thoroughly enjoying it. As if I needed a better tie in, it’s author, David Foster Wallace, teaches a class in Normal, and probably has visited Zorba’s! What a thought! And in another odd coincidence, this may explain the prevalence of Normal bloggers… if Mr. Wallace can churn out a brilliant 1000 page novel, while living in that nasty little twin of a city. The same goes for the panaphobic friend nuts… I am awaiting your novels… And another thing - yesterday in the mail I got a 5 dollar bill with a letter that said “Punk… Rock… Girl… Button” and that’s it. If you sent this, please let me know what it’s for! Stickers? There are buttons in the works, but we’re not going to have them for a few weeks… anyhow, need the info. If anybody else would like to randomly send me $5, you can do so via the PO Box. I also accept check and money order, but I will leave negative feedback if you actually want something in return… And now for lunch, Paczki party.
Robert: Feeling much much better today, after the big sleep. I think I’ve finally started to kick this brutal cold. I’ve mentioned before how February is not typically one of my favorite months. So many important holidays and special dates all packed into the shortest amount of days allotted per month, and the height of inclement weather to boot. Bah! I say we hereby transport all February important days to July. With that in mind, I can better plan for July 14, the new Valentine’s Day, and July 27, the new Fat Tuesday. (Who cares if it's not a Tuesday?) Fat Tuesday. The day before Ash Wednesday. The day for splurging. The day before many people decide to fast for 40 days until Easter. Often people try to “give up” some sort of unwanted behavior, like smoking or drinking or blogging, for Lent. For most of my upbringing, this meant no meat on Friday, which I still practice to this day, along with every other day of the year since 1995. (I include fasting from fish also.) However, nowadays, it has all blended into my personal background, making Fat Tuesday about as unimportant as Skinny Tuesday, Grumpy Tuesday, and Doc Tuesday… Until I was introduced to the Paczki (pronounced “punch-key”). Growing up in an overwhelmingly Polish neighborhood in Chicago, you’d figure I would have already known the wonders of this pastry. But back then I was a finicky little bastage and if I didn’t like the way something looked (or sounded), I wouldn’t go near it with a 10 foot pole with a fork taped to the end of it. But I’ve since outgrown my distaste for things that sound gross, so this morning, in place of the (again absent) Lemon Poppyseed Muffin, I decided to try my hand at a Paczki. One filled with Strawberries and Whipped Cream. Oh man. Now I wish every Tuesday could be Fat Tuesday… Yum. Oh yeah, and everybody’s friend, Matthew Perry has entered rehab. Haven’t we been here before? I’m free for now, so expect some intense blogging coming your way.
Robert: 308 The Operation - Morrissey It's a shame that humans don't hibernate. I"d be a damn good hibernator. On my monitor this morning: "Bob - Congrats. You won an award. You're going to NY." Well, I'm going to NY in about two and a half weeks, but i don't think there was any award connected to it. I'll give you the info as it makes it's way down. February 26, 2001
dan: The work day is almost done, approaching 1700 hours..I can't cut myself loose til 1830 though...BOO! I found out that e smith really can help a guy through a monday....figure8 might help you to.... ok he's gone for a couple seconds...Its the kind of customer that has that scent to them I shouldn't be mean but lets groom ourselves a little here people..come on..now..TODD I did see you you big fat *%^$# that was fun...whoooo whoooo... tonights the night I'm gonna make it happen...tonight we're gonna make ourselves complete....kick IT YEAH>>you got the hard times baby.... more later, also stay tuned for a blogg from a remote overseas fox hole..by yours truly...
Todd: I too was at HI HAT last night having a couple cold ones.... Dan, didn't you see me? I was sitting right beside you for awhile.. Or had you had to many to remember by the time Mike arrived? Work sucks.. Today was LOOOONG! I too am continuing the bitch-session about mondays. And yes Dan, it should be called 'Funday', just like Susanna Hoffs says.. Oh well, time to drown my sorrows in this here mocha and the new Radiohead.. Things will pass..
dan: In order for my day to be better I've decided to order pizza for lunch..can't wait, I'm salvating as I type this..cheese& mushroom.and two cans of pepsi..all alone pigging out.I can smell that fresh smell already.. when do I stop feeling dizzy? after lunch? i hope so.. My friend mike [one of my drinking buddies].and I were at the bar lastnight.imagine that...ok..they ran out of the beer we were drinking ? no more of that oatmeal stout? boo! I switched to east side dark..I figured it'd be a smooth transition and it was..well anyway mike told me about this and it's pretty interesting check it out yo!
Robert: In the long and winding history of shitty days, this, my friends, will rank among the shittiest. And it all started with a bakery that decided to be out of lemon poppyseed muffins... And then, for the past 4 hours, i have been very close to the computer. if i slid forward on my chair and extended my arms, i probably would be able to type a few characters. maybe i'd be able to jump for the mouse to take me somewhere, anywhere but here. But I can't. There's someone in the way. His name is John Q Temp. And the fact that he is an all around ok bloke makes it even more infuriating. I have been sidelined. Turned off. Reduced to short quick retorts like "Good job," "Doublecheck this," "Doublecheck that," "Blah blah blah?" "Blah blah BLAH blah" "Blah b'blah blah blah..." etc. etc. etc. etc... And the entire time, my beloved blog is gathering a film of dust. I know this will only last another 2 weeks or so, but it's painful. I need to be connected. Plugged in. In tune. I am being deprived of that, and hence, you are being deprived of the blog. Thankfully, some of my bloggy friends have kicked it up a notch, especially the Superheroes at Panaphobic. Please, boys, keep it up. Everybody, keep it up. I'll get here when i can and i'm still reading... I wanted to make a big deal out of my top 10 restaurants of Chicago, and if all goes well, i'll explain my choices when i am embraced by my eternally warm apartment, but for now, i'll just give you the list in no particular order: Flat Top Grill, Bukara, Addis Abeba, Bangkok Cafe, Chicago Diner, Earwax, Kalidescope, Jinx, Soul Vegetarian, Pacific Cafe... If you know of a Chicagoland restaurant that should be on this list and isn't, waste no time in alerting me! I am always looking for new places to eat. And much like a poltergiest, he is baaack and i am background. I'm so messed up, I'm posting double...
dan: i am trying to trick myself into thinking that monday is just another day and just because i came off of a fun weekend and i'm back at work for 6 days straight doesn't mean it has to suck...thank god I've got access to the web otherwise I'd have to really work.. I had, like i said, a weekend filled with accomplishments, dave came over and he installed some stuff on 'ruby', like audion and all that mp3 jazz, it was fun. now I've got a couple of games and tunes to rock out with instead of throwing cd's in all the time..I can't wait to get my s-video to usb converter so I can lay down some footage of some old film I shot....i've got an eyelash in my eye or somethin'..i need to be at home instead i don't care what i said about monday it still kinda sucks..maybe I'll get busy and time will start flying by..monday, i don't even like the sound of that maybe funday would be better..or do you think If we put friday where monday is and vice versa that'd be better? Then on towards the end of the week we'd be saying thank god it's monday..and not looking forward to friday..well heres mr.mail carrier...you can't say mailman anymore cause, well you know... bye now pay later
dan: sorry,[bob] i know I was just ready to post something and it didn't work...my 1000 character words will not exist anymore, keep in mind that that post is nontypical and unusual for a seasoned blogger like myself..
Robert: 309 Take Warning - Operation Ivy Another fond high school memory. Those were the days, huh? No nine to five, no worry, no Temp... Speaking of which, don't make me go back there. I'd rather the guy be a lunatic, because this intense humdrum is adding to my impatience. I'd rather be writing all day today. February 25, 2001
Robert: 310 Relax - Frankie Goes to Hollywood (meant to be posted at 11 AM) I just attempted to make EIAH by myself and horribly failed. It's a given that i have to cook something at least 14 times before i finally get it right (edible). I think the problem arose when i tried to get fancy right off the bat by melting some pepperjack veggie cheese slices on there. Some problems were caused. Unavoidable. These are the kind of Sundays I like. I sanctioned the use of a car, so I drove over to my parents house, along with some laundry (!), and now i have hours upon end here at home to relax (nice tie-in) and get some important work done with little or no distraction. My stomach might be interrupting here and there to remind me of the poor excuse for a breakfast, but that's all right. At least he's happy he's not outside. It's a windy blustery mess out there and don't make me go back! I think I'll pepper the day with equal amounts of reading and writing. I did bust into Infinite Jest last night, getting a little head start for the tour. As of press time, I only have 964 pages left... On random play: "With a Little Help From my Friends" - The Beatles. Sing it, Ringo. You go. OK, I will now unveil my sinister plan for this blog, as i'm going to need to get started on it right away. As you know, I am presently counting down 365 of my favorite songs. And if i calculated correctly with my pocket abacus, on September 23, we will be venturing into the coveted top 100. In celebration of these elite songs (which, by the way, are already set in drying cement), I will be recording, on my trusty 4-track, short cover versions of each, which i will then make available via the internet somehow. I know someone knows a lot more than i do about this, but hey, I've got some time to plot. So I've basically weaseled my way into learning 100 cover songs. Who cares. I think it will be fun. I'll start recording them soon, and then they'll be "released" day by day starting on the 23rd. Have I lost my mind? Probably. But I figure if i get a few done a week... what a sense of accomplishment... On random play: "Star Me Kitten" - R.E.M. And now, onto the laptop. It's beckoning. It's coercing... That beatiful hunk of plastic and wires... (and lastly, a plea to DAN: stop posting "words" that are 1000 characters long. The format doesn't like that. I broke it up for you...)
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