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Scenes from a weekend
Mar. 4th, 2001 10:48 pmHoping that LJ doesn't eat this. I'll copy and paste, just in case. So here you go, my weekend in 5 minutes or less...
Broke in the CD player Mom got me for Xmas and haven't used for fear of it being stolen from the car. However, i got a big case of the what the hells and went for it, and now i'm wondering why i insist on putting my CDs on tape. Never again!
I also broke in my Eminem CD on the way down, out of curiousity based on stuff Caryl-Sue told me about the boy, and it's all true. Marshall Mathers *is* the extroverted Kurt Cobain, just like she said. I'm saving the rest of my Eminem musings for a later entry because it'd take too long.
Listened to Henry Rollins's "Think Tank" for balance and for him to say, "Homosexuals have a problem? No, they don't have a problem-- they have a problem with motherfuckers who can't climb a curb *this* high," or "At this stage in the game, if i was gay, i'd be taking out ads: Aging alternative icon. Needs DICK and Lots of It! Please, Please, Please, Bring it in! Bring it in! Bring it in! Run at me with that damn thing!"
I love Hank. He's my favorite wannabe gayboy.
Got into Roanoke around 2am, went to see Laurieloo at the radio station, conked out cold on the couch. Roused her (not like that you doofuses), sat down and we both sat there like zombies, waiting for the other to show signs of life so we'll have to start the drive back to her house. Considering she lives 15 minutes away from the middle of nowhere, it's not a bad drive, only about 1/2 hour.
Laurie lives in the most adorable house in the country that i've ever seen, i'm not kidding. It's tiny-- i raise my hands over my head and my knuckles scrape the ceiling-- but it doesn't feel cramped. It feels so cozy with white curtains, clean and comfortable rooms, and a carpeted attic that stretches the whole house. The whole time i was there i kept thinking about a place like this (or an apartment, rather) for Vali and myself. It doesn't need to be huge-- in fact, most likely it won't be huge since i'll be a bum when i first get out there and start apartment hunting, but it needs to house all our books, CDs, movies, and assorted media junk, our computers, a nice sized bed that doesn't have a squashy mattress, big comfy couches, and windowsills for Casey and assorted plants. Something like this'll probably run me about 3000/mo, right? [g]
Because this house and is kind of in the middle of nowhere, i wondered what Laurie got antsy about being by herself. It was a perfect segway into her showing off her very fashionable *axe*. But, as she explained, it's got a plastic cover, like an axecozy, i guess, which she figures is the same as having the safety on. I love her!
We ran about town, i bought glittery sticky things to stick on our faces so we'll feel all younglike like we just got out of the club (pay no attention to the elaborate set of trusses, ladies). I still have a glittery blue star on my forehead like a third eye. I like it muchly.
Treated Laurie to a dinner at the Japanese steak house, where we stuffed ourselves on chicken and shrimp drenched in soy sauce and butter. I'm very glad that Kabuki hasn't wussed out and gone the healthy streak, because i love my salty food, but crikey, my joints swelled up from the rich Japanese badness. Japanese steakhouses are about as foreign and exotic as McDonalds, and yet at another table some grandpa dude who looked like he just got off the farm eyed the hot towel with great suspicion.
"What's this for? You put something in this?"
Laurie kicked me under the table when i said 'dickweed' just a little too loudly. Still, it's funny to thing that Kabuki is an exotic place, full of danger and intrigue. And hot towels lurking 'round every corner...
After that we hit the nearest bookstore, and i suddenly realized that for a town as small as Roanoke, it has a surprising number of bookstores-- three major ones, plus Waldenbooks in the malls and several independent used bookstores in the suburbs. Contrast that with the *one* bookstore in hugeass Harford County. (Christian bookstores don't count.) Oh well, at least the libraries in Harford County do a brisk trade.
But this bookstore was booming, and on a Sat night, no less. I love being in a bookstore that's all crowded and stuff, it makes me feel better. Laurie sat me down and made me read Neil Gaiman's 'Snow, Glass, Apples' story, and holy good got-damn, was it fantastic. It blew my mind. If you get nothing out of this extremely long incoherent ramble, please read this story. it's in "Love and Vein II," edited by Poppy Z. Brite.
I was tempted by many things, but in the end decided on "The Long Secret," by Louise Fitzhugh. Laurie figures that now, this way it can sit on my bookshelf and taunt me in its non-readedness. She only got smacked a little.
Went back to her place, whilst i fulfilled my duties as the husband (her words): hooking up the vcr and moving furniture.
I've just got to say, women like Vali and Laurie are way too impressed by my ability to move seemingly heavy stuff, but it is kinda nice to think you're tough and everything just because you get leverage under big dresser-drawer type objects and *heft!* yeah, i revel in my faux-butchness, until they find out the horrible truth.
And Laurie got me a present-- a kid's "I can Read!" type book called "I want to be a librarian." Can we say awww? I loved it! And i have to say that Miss Brown was the stereotypical hottie McHott surpressed cauldron of desire librarian, complete with hair-in-a-bun and prim and proper clothes. I wanted Miss Brown to spank me. Just a little. I wish i had another copy to send to Ophelia.
We woke up this morning, laid around and gabbed and stuff until she had to go to work, then i headed home.
Not seeing Laurie in two months made me realize how much i missed her. We kept hugging at odd moments and bumping into each other because we were walking too close. She just makes me feel so comfortable, you know? Someone you can slag and hug and talk about anything and be listened to. I don't get her fear of space exploration, but all friends have quirks.
I just wish that she wasn't so caught up in the fact that she's still single. I know you may think that i'm being hypocritical seeing as i have a girlfriend, i'm not. I felt this way when i was single myself. I know her life's not perfect-- she's got overbearing parents who take advantage of the fact that she lives close by and her job pays her slave wages, but she's pretty, smart, has an independent spirit and a kickass abode, and can pretty much do anything she wants if she ditches the job that pays her peanuts. It's hard to find men in Roanoke anyway, even if you're not a workaholic introvert like she is. I just hope she doesn't settle for less. She says she won't, but i worry sometimes.
All in all, an excellent weekend. I'm off to read the rest of Ed Wood's "Killer in Drag." i've read 80 pp, and all i can figure out is the guy is way too obsessed with angora sweaters and synthetic fabrics. But it's so *delicious* in its colossal badness. The appeal of badfic is waaay underestimated, imo. just think, if Ed Wood was an talented but average writer/director/actor, would anyone remember him today? Methinks not. Better to be bad and remembered than good and forgotten any day.
Broke in the CD player Mom got me for Xmas and haven't used for fear of it being stolen from the car. However, i got a big case of the what the hells and went for it, and now i'm wondering why i insist on putting my CDs on tape. Never again!
I also broke in my Eminem CD on the way down, out of curiousity based on stuff Caryl-Sue told me about the boy, and it's all true. Marshall Mathers *is* the extroverted Kurt Cobain, just like she said. I'm saving the rest of my Eminem musings for a later entry because it'd take too long.
Listened to Henry Rollins's "Think Tank" for balance and for him to say, "Homosexuals have a problem? No, they don't have a problem-- they have a problem with motherfuckers who can't climb a curb *this* high," or "At this stage in the game, if i was gay, i'd be taking out ads: Aging alternative icon. Needs DICK and Lots of It! Please, Please, Please, Bring it in! Bring it in! Bring it in! Run at me with that damn thing!"
I love Hank. He's my favorite wannabe gayboy.
Got into Roanoke around 2am, went to see Laurieloo at the radio station, conked out cold on the couch. Roused her (not like that you doofuses), sat down and we both sat there like zombies, waiting for the other to show signs of life so we'll have to start the drive back to her house. Considering she lives 15 minutes away from the middle of nowhere, it's not a bad drive, only about 1/2 hour.
Laurie lives in the most adorable house in the country that i've ever seen, i'm not kidding. It's tiny-- i raise my hands over my head and my knuckles scrape the ceiling-- but it doesn't feel cramped. It feels so cozy with white curtains, clean and comfortable rooms, and a carpeted attic that stretches the whole house. The whole time i was there i kept thinking about a place like this (or an apartment, rather) for Vali and myself. It doesn't need to be huge-- in fact, most likely it won't be huge since i'll be a bum when i first get out there and start apartment hunting, but it needs to house all our books, CDs, movies, and assorted media junk, our computers, a nice sized bed that doesn't have a squashy mattress, big comfy couches, and windowsills for Casey and assorted plants. Something like this'll probably run me about 3000/mo, right? [g]
Because this house and is kind of in the middle of nowhere, i wondered what Laurie got antsy about being by herself. It was a perfect segway into her showing off her very fashionable *axe*. But, as she explained, it's got a plastic cover, like an axecozy, i guess, which she figures is the same as having the safety on. I love her!
We ran about town, i bought glittery sticky things to stick on our faces so we'll feel all younglike like we just got out of the club (pay no attention to the elaborate set of trusses, ladies). I still have a glittery blue star on my forehead like a third eye. I like it muchly.
Treated Laurie to a dinner at the Japanese steak house, where we stuffed ourselves on chicken and shrimp drenched in soy sauce and butter. I'm very glad that Kabuki hasn't wussed out and gone the healthy streak, because i love my salty food, but crikey, my joints swelled up from the rich Japanese badness. Japanese steakhouses are about as foreign and exotic as McDonalds, and yet at another table some grandpa dude who looked like he just got off the farm eyed the hot towel with great suspicion.
"What's this for? You put something in this?"
Laurie kicked me under the table when i said 'dickweed' just a little too loudly. Still, it's funny to thing that Kabuki is an exotic place, full of danger and intrigue. And hot towels lurking 'round every corner...
After that we hit the nearest bookstore, and i suddenly realized that for a town as small as Roanoke, it has a surprising number of bookstores-- three major ones, plus Waldenbooks in the malls and several independent used bookstores in the suburbs. Contrast that with the *one* bookstore in hugeass Harford County. (Christian bookstores don't count.) Oh well, at least the libraries in Harford County do a brisk trade.
But this bookstore was booming, and on a Sat night, no less. I love being in a bookstore that's all crowded and stuff, it makes me feel better. Laurie sat me down and made me read Neil Gaiman's 'Snow, Glass, Apples' story, and holy good got-damn, was it fantastic. It blew my mind. If you get nothing out of this extremely long incoherent ramble, please read this story. it's in "Love and Vein II," edited by Poppy Z. Brite.
I was tempted by many things, but in the end decided on "The Long Secret," by Louise Fitzhugh. Laurie figures that now, this way it can sit on my bookshelf and taunt me in its non-readedness. She only got smacked a little.
Went back to her place, whilst i fulfilled my duties as the husband (her words): hooking up the vcr and moving furniture.
I've just got to say, women like Vali and Laurie are way too impressed by my ability to move seemingly heavy stuff, but it is kinda nice to think you're tough and everything just because you get leverage under big dresser-drawer type objects and *heft!* yeah, i revel in my faux-butchness, until they find out the horrible truth.
And Laurie got me a present-- a kid's "I can Read!" type book called "I want to be a librarian." Can we say awww? I loved it! And i have to say that Miss Brown was the stereotypical hottie McHott surpressed cauldron of desire librarian, complete with hair-in-a-bun and prim and proper clothes. I wanted Miss Brown to spank me. Just a little. I wish i had another copy to send to Ophelia.
We woke up this morning, laid around and gabbed and stuff until she had to go to work, then i headed home.
Not seeing Laurie in two months made me realize how much i missed her. We kept hugging at odd moments and bumping into each other because we were walking too close. She just makes me feel so comfortable, you know? Someone you can slag and hug and talk about anything and be listened to. I don't get her fear of space exploration, but all friends have quirks.
I just wish that she wasn't so caught up in the fact that she's still single. I know you may think that i'm being hypocritical seeing as i have a girlfriend, i'm not. I felt this way when i was single myself. I know her life's not perfect-- she's got overbearing parents who take advantage of the fact that she lives close by and her job pays her slave wages, but she's pretty, smart, has an independent spirit and a kickass abode, and can pretty much do anything she wants if she ditches the job that pays her peanuts. It's hard to find men in Roanoke anyway, even if you're not a workaholic introvert like she is. I just hope she doesn't settle for less. She says she won't, but i worry sometimes.
All in all, an excellent weekend. I'm off to read the rest of Ed Wood's "Killer in Drag." i've read 80 pp, and all i can figure out is the guy is way too obsessed with angora sweaters and synthetic fabrics. But it's so *delicious* in its colossal badness. The appeal of badfic is waaay underestimated, imo. just think, if Ed Wood was an talented but average writer/director/actor, would anyone remember him today? Methinks not. Better to be bad and remembered than good and forgotten any day.