Camping was great, though it could have had a better beginning and end as far as I'm concerned. I got out of the house a little after eleven on Saturday and hopped on 93 towards Luke Warm's house, which I still not been to, in Canterbury, NH. Luke had said that the trip would take me about an hour. It seemed to me that it would take longer, considering Canterbury was north of Concord, but Luke assured me that it's pretty much a straight shot up the highway and, after having travelled back and forth on that route several times, he was confident of his estimation.
Well, it did take me an hour to arrive. Plus an additional two and a half. There was a massive amount of traffic that started just outside the city and continued pretty much all the way up to Luke Warm's house. When I spoke with my father the day before, he wondered if I'd hit a ton of traffic because of the leaf-peepers. I figured I'd get some, but that at least it'd be moving steadily. Little did I realize that I was going to face the worst traffic I've ever encountered in my entire life. I am not exaggerating, though I wish I was.
I kept a positive disposition for most of the trip to Luke's house, though after a while I was starting to get a little antsy. When I finally reached my destination, I felt drained, like I had just travelled cross-country. I realized that the time it took me to get to Luke's was more or less the same amount it would have taken me to get to camp in Vermont.
Before we left town, we stopped to get some groceries and went to Panera for some lunch. The ride to Vermont was gorgeous--- foliage was in full bloom and vivid--- and we made it to camp around five thirty. Surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly given the ideal weather, many of the sites were occupied. We found one off one of the side roads that was isolated, large, and open to the sky.
Before deciding on the spot, Luke wanted to investigate another site he thought was available. On our way to it, we passed a car and Luke remarked "Wouldn't that be something if they took our spot?". I didn't think it was very likely; the spot was a little off the beaten path and even if they eventually found it, we would be back before they did.
When we got to the site Luke wanted to investigate, we saw that it was taken. We drove back to the previous site, realizing that, aside from one that was right on the main drag, it was the only one left. We were running out of day light and needed to set up camp soon.
We cursed our luck when we saw the car we passed at the foot of the driveway to the site we had just left. I asked the woman who was standing near it if they were going to be camping there. "No", she responded, "just taking a pee break". Aside from the fact that we'd probably be trudging through her piss, we were relieved (as I'm sure she was at that moment. Wink, wink) that fortune had favored us in this instance.
As I was setting it up, I quickly discovered my tent was F.U.B.A.R. If I had more time, I probably could have figured out what the problem was, but it was almost dark and we still needed to get some wood, so I abandoned the restoration project before me and determined I'd have to sleep in Luke's tent. I was glad I'd brought my Ipod; I would be needing it to combat Luke Warm's nefarious snoring.
Once his tent was up, we decided to drive into town and buy some wood at the grocery store and gather some kindling on the way. The plan was a success --- we found a good amount of kindling and the store, thank God, had some wood. On our way back, we almost hit a doe crossing the road. It always puzzles me why anyone would want to kill such a graceful animal for sport.
Back at camp, we built a nice fire and prepared a delicious vegetable and tofu stir fry. We had wine and smoke afterward and relaxed. Throughout the night, we heard plaintive clall-and-response howling in the distance. It sounded to me like Coyote, but a part of me was thinking Sasquatch ( when I got home I checked the BFRO website for sightings in the area. There were a few and one in particular was from a couple of years ago not very far from our location). I think it was Coyote, though. Eerie, but fascinating, those calls.
Yesterday, we hung around camp for awhile before packing up the car. We planned on finding a place where we could hike, but first wanted to go further up the road we were on to see the magnificent view of the valley. When we reached the end of the road, there was no view, only a dead end surrounded by forest. We thought we were on the road that provided the view, but obviously we were not.
Luke Warm spied a trail marker about twenty feet into the woods. We investigated and discovered it was a state trail, wide and well tended. We looked at each other and said why not.
The trail was beautiful. Here and there were finely constructed wood bridges that crossed over streams. It was a great little hike. The leaves were crisp and falling delicately all around us and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. We couldn't believe we'd never found this trail after all the years we'd been camping up there.
The hike took us about an hour and a half and we headed home upon its completion. The ride back, like the ride up, was a visual treat. For years I'd wanted to go camping at this time of year for precisely this reason. Of course, when I left Luke's house, I encountered traffic again. It wasn't as bad as on the way up, though; this time it only took me two hours to get home. Still, I was beginning to rethink my views on population control.
When I made it back to the city, my head was pounding. I'd woken up with a low-grade headache, but it was manageable for most of the day. After facing that helllish traffic again, it couldn't help but become more severe. I felt better after I took some aspirin, ate, and showered.
Overall, the fucking hellish traffic notwithstanding, the trip was more than worth it. I'm glad we went. And, to everyone who balked at camping this time of year because it would be too cold: Yes, it was a little chilly late at night, but not uncomfortably so. So, yeah, you missed out, bitches.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
So if you want a do right, all day woman, you've got to be a do right, all night man
Another morning dream. This one was all about Ann. It began at work. We were all ready to go home for the day and Jeff asked for some of us to drop off some food at a wedding that was taking place. The place was in walking distance, so we all left our cars behind. I walked alongside Ann and a few times she leaned against me. I took that to be a good sign.
When we arrived at the wedding, or to be more accurate, the reception, I discovered that Anne's cousin was the one who got married. Everyone we came with dropped off the food and left, but I remained with Ann. We went upstairs where the party was in full effect and came upon a rowdy scene.
It was pretty crowded up there---looked like we were in a loft --- and we took a seat at one of the tables near the back. I was thrilled to be there with Ann. She made a comment about finally being able to see me outside of work and there was another good sign.
At one point, a guy approached Ann. He was obviously drunk and very handsome. It appeared that they had something going at some point and he was trying to rekindle the relationship, at least the sexual part. She pushed him away when he started getting obnoxious. I considered telling him to buzz off, but he left before I could.
Things were getting pretty rowdy and we attempted to make our way downstairs, but had to wait for some college frat boys to cease moshing in front of us before we could leave. On our way downstairs, I spotted Sean Toohey coming up the stairs. He was wearing the most outrageous pink suit.
We greeted each other and he followed Anne and I downstairs. After I introduced them and we caught up a little, he made his way back upstairs. That was when I found myself locked in an embrace with Ann. I felt exultant at knowing for sure that she was into me. No more doubts, no more pulling the hair out of my head.
And then, like with all dreams, I woke up. It took me a bit to understand that, even though what had transpired was vivid and great, it didn't really happen, at least not on this plain of existence. Oh, well, I'm still glad I had it, which is why I'm recounting it here. The problem is, now that I had a vivid, intimate dream about her, I'll probably find myself pining for her even more.
Sometimes I think I'd be better swearing off all women who aren't very obviously into me. It would save me some turmoil, I think. Especially given my track record. But who knows, maybe something could happen between us.
Post Script: I deserved this dream because earlier in the night I had a terrible one in which I, along with a few other people, were running around outside my parent's house late at night, hiding from the devil and his minions.
When we arrived at the wedding, or to be more accurate, the reception, I discovered that Anne's cousin was the one who got married. Everyone we came with dropped off the food and left, but I remained with Ann. We went upstairs where the party was in full effect and came upon a rowdy scene.
It was pretty crowded up there---looked like we were in a loft --- and we took a seat at one of the tables near the back. I was thrilled to be there with Ann. She made a comment about finally being able to see me outside of work and there was another good sign.
At one point, a guy approached Ann. He was obviously drunk and very handsome. It appeared that they had something going at some point and he was trying to rekindle the relationship, at least the sexual part. She pushed him away when he started getting obnoxious. I considered telling him to buzz off, but he left before I could.
Things were getting pretty rowdy and we attempted to make our way downstairs, but had to wait for some college frat boys to cease moshing in front of us before we could leave. On our way downstairs, I spotted Sean Toohey coming up the stairs. He was wearing the most outrageous pink suit.
We greeted each other and he followed Anne and I downstairs. After I introduced them and we caught up a little, he made his way back upstairs. That was when I found myself locked in an embrace with Ann. I felt exultant at knowing for sure that she was into me. No more doubts, no more pulling the hair out of my head.
And then, like with all dreams, I woke up. It took me a bit to understand that, even though what had transpired was vivid and great, it didn't really happen, at least not on this plain of existence. Oh, well, I'm still glad I had it, which is why I'm recounting it here. The problem is, now that I had a vivid, intimate dream about her, I'll probably find myself pining for her even more.
Sometimes I think I'd be better swearing off all women who aren't very obviously into me. It would save me some turmoil, I think. Especially given my track record. But who knows, maybe something could happen between us.
Post Script: I deserved this dream because earlier in the night I had a terrible one in which I, along with a few other people, were running around outside my parent's house late at night, hiding from the devil and his minions.
Friday, October 10, 2008
The country ain't what it used to be, but I'd hate to see it go
Got a call from my dad on my way home from work. He had bad news: My uncle Stan had just passed away. He wanted to tell me before I left for Vermont. We all knew it was going to happen, but the fact that it happened this soon after he was diagnosed with Lou Gerhig's disease, indicates that he must have been pretty well into it. I just saw him a couple of weeks ago, too. Despite the mourning that accompanies death in our culture, his suffering has come to an end and that is a good thing. Wish you well on the other side, uncle Stan.
So it's just me and Luke Warm on this camping trip. Going into it, I knew it was going to be a small crew, but I didn't envision it being this small. Not a terrible thing, though --- the weather looks to be ideal and Luke Warm and I will have the chance to catch up on things after not having seen each other in a while.
It's too bad Mike, Spira, and Sean won't be going, but frankly, these days it's nigh impossible to get anyone together for any reason. Just the way things go, I guess. But I'm not going to be glum. No, I'm looking forward to heading up to beautiful Vermont and having a good time. And hey, there's still time if you want to go. Yeah, I'm talking directly to you. Allow yourself to get away from the stresses of life for a night, just one night. Fuck the excuses ---let's go!!!
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The last two mornings I've woken up at almost the exact same time after having almost the exact same dream. There must be some significance to that. I won't go into detail, especially because to do so would reveal an aspect of my life I'd rather not telegraph, but I will say in both dreams I had a different girlfriend and each was especially devoted to me. The first one was from Brazil and the second was one of the hot managers that works at Shaws. One of the dreams had me throwing a back pack that contained the few remaining possessions I had left in the world into a lake and then changing my mind an hour later and retrieving it. The second dream ended at Mike's house with a bunch of singing AC/DC's "Beating Around The Bush" at Heath as we crowded him against the wall. I spent the bulk of the last two days wishing I could crawl back into those dreams.
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A little past midnight last night I heard what sounded like a woman laughing outside my window. I figured it was someone walking past the house. When I heard it again a few minutes later, I peeked out the window. I didn't see anyone, but I did discover that it wasn't laughter I was hearing, but someone crying.
When I heard it again a minute or two later, I was determined to find out where the crying was emanating from. When I looked out the window at the house adjacent to mine, I saw a woman in the window with her head in her hands. Her bed must be against the wall where the window is, because she was sitting with her hands on her knees. And she was weeping really, really, noisily.
A guy, most likely her boyfriend, sat on the bed with her. Ok, a lover's quarrel. They commenced to arguing for at least the next hour. Well, it was mostly her, from what I could gather. She was getting in his face a lot; a few times it looked like she was going to hit him.
Was I invading their privacy listening in on some of their fight and did I feel guilty, maybe even a little perverse as a result? No fucking way! First of all, if you're going to be having a full blown fight in front of an open window after midnight on a week night, your rights to privacy have been forfeited. I only saw some of the fight, and had to put my I-pod on when I went to sleep because they were still going when I crawled into bed. I kind of wanted to see it through, see how it ended --- not well, by the looks of it --- but I was tired and could tell by the tone of the argument that tempers would remain at a steady boil for a while longer as they rehashed the same talking points ad infitum. (As for what they were arguing about, it seemed to me the guy remarked at some point in the evening that he wished she had confided in him about something she had confided in someone else about. She took issue with the remark and thus began the fight)
At first, I really felt for the guy. She was pretty abusive and, though she spoke like she had recently read a book on relationship skills --- It can't be "me", it has to be "we"--- her condescending manner left no room for dialog. And him? Well, he mostly just sat there and took his lumps and didn't offer much, other than occassionaly whining "Ok, you're right, I'm an asshole".
Stand up for yourself, son! Jesus! I was starting to side with her more and more once I saw how spineless and noncommital he was about every point she made. Anyway, what started out being kind of interesting, voyeuristically listening in on an argument, quickly grew tiresome. I realized if I want the good stuff, I should start watching The Hills.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that I was naked and masturbating the entire time. Just kidding --- I wasn't naked.
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I've got to get my head around this Ann situation. Is there something to it? Why do I find myself thinking about her so much? Is it only because I see her on a daily basis? All I know is yes, there is probably something to it, but to what extent is beyond my ken. I mean, there's a lot to like about her: she's pretty, kind, funny, and a little quirky. And, my ability to withhold thoughts of her when she's not present and curb my stammering awkwardness when she is nonexistent. Ah, my head is dizzy even writing about this. I'm moving on to something else.
And that something else is laundry and some light packing for tomorrow. I'll check back in when I get home.
So it's just me and Luke Warm on this camping trip. Going into it, I knew it was going to be a small crew, but I didn't envision it being this small. Not a terrible thing, though --- the weather looks to be ideal and Luke Warm and I will have the chance to catch up on things after not having seen each other in a while.
It's too bad Mike, Spira, and Sean won't be going, but frankly, these days it's nigh impossible to get anyone together for any reason. Just the way things go, I guess. But I'm not going to be glum. No, I'm looking forward to heading up to beautiful Vermont and having a good time. And hey, there's still time if you want to go. Yeah, I'm talking directly to you. Allow yourself to get away from the stresses of life for a night, just one night. Fuck the excuses ---let's go!!!
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The last two mornings I've woken up at almost the exact same time after having almost the exact same dream. There must be some significance to that. I won't go into detail, especially because to do so would reveal an aspect of my life I'd rather not telegraph, but I will say in both dreams I had a different girlfriend and each was especially devoted to me. The first one was from Brazil and the second was one of the hot managers that works at Shaws. One of the dreams had me throwing a back pack that contained the few remaining possessions I had left in the world into a lake and then changing my mind an hour later and retrieving it. The second dream ended at Mike's house with a bunch of singing AC/DC's "Beating Around The Bush" at Heath as we crowded him against the wall. I spent the bulk of the last two days wishing I could crawl back into those dreams.
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A little past midnight last night I heard what sounded like a woman laughing outside my window. I figured it was someone walking past the house. When I heard it again a few minutes later, I peeked out the window. I didn't see anyone, but I did discover that it wasn't laughter I was hearing, but someone crying.
When I heard it again a minute or two later, I was determined to find out where the crying was emanating from. When I looked out the window at the house adjacent to mine, I saw a woman in the window with her head in her hands. Her bed must be against the wall where the window is, because she was sitting with her hands on her knees. And she was weeping really, really, noisily.
A guy, most likely her boyfriend, sat on the bed with her. Ok, a lover's quarrel. They commenced to arguing for at least the next hour. Well, it was mostly her, from what I could gather. She was getting in his face a lot; a few times it looked like she was going to hit him.
Was I invading their privacy listening in on some of their fight and did I feel guilty, maybe even a little perverse as a result? No fucking way! First of all, if you're going to be having a full blown fight in front of an open window after midnight on a week night, your rights to privacy have been forfeited. I only saw some of the fight, and had to put my I-pod on when I went to sleep because they were still going when I crawled into bed. I kind of wanted to see it through, see how it ended --- not well, by the looks of it --- but I was tired and could tell by the tone of the argument that tempers would remain at a steady boil for a while longer as they rehashed the same talking points ad infitum. (As for what they were arguing about, it seemed to me the guy remarked at some point in the evening that he wished she had confided in him about something she had confided in someone else about. She took issue with the remark and thus began the fight)
At first, I really felt for the guy. She was pretty abusive and, though she spoke like she had recently read a book on relationship skills --- It can't be "me", it has to be "we"--- her condescending manner left no room for dialog. And him? Well, he mostly just sat there and took his lumps and didn't offer much, other than occassionaly whining "Ok, you're right, I'm an asshole".
Stand up for yourself, son! Jesus! I was starting to side with her more and more once I saw how spineless and noncommital he was about every point she made. Anyway, what started out being kind of interesting, voyeuristically listening in on an argument, quickly grew tiresome. I realized if I want the good stuff, I should start watching The Hills.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that I was naked and masturbating the entire time. Just kidding --- I wasn't naked.
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I've got to get my head around this Ann situation. Is there something to it? Why do I find myself thinking about her so much? Is it only because I see her on a daily basis? All I know is yes, there is probably something to it, but to what extent is beyond my ken. I mean, there's a lot to like about her: she's pretty, kind, funny, and a little quirky. And, my ability to withhold thoughts of her when she's not present and curb my stammering awkwardness when she is nonexistent. Ah, my head is dizzy even writing about this. I'm moving on to something else.
And that something else is laundry and some light packing for tomorrow. I'll check back in when I get home.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Harry
It's impossible not to have a crush on his voice; the damn thing is built like a brick shit house.
And in the world a heart of darkness, a fire zone, where poets speak their heart, then bleed for it
I went out to my car during break to do some reading and just as I was firmly implanted in Watchmen, a yellow jacket flew in the car and wreaked havoc. I nearly spilled the yogurt I was eating all over myself as I stumbled out of the car. Once outside I checked to see if the bee had flown out. It was nowhere to be seen, which didn't fill me with confidence. All I needed was for the damn thing to come out of hiding later on as I hauled ass on 93 crankin' some Smash Mouth and cause me to crash my car. I got back in my car thinking about that damn bee and it wasn't too long before I saw that it was perched on my the wrist of my shirt. So, again I stumbled out of the car like a drunken spaz. Fortunately, there were a few people nearby to witness the event.
Realizing I needed gas, I drove over to the place where I recently got my car fixed. When I pulled up to the pump, Sam came over and said hi and handed me a piece of paper that had at one time had a sticker affixed to it. He mumbled something about keeping it on my car and walked away. When I arrived back at work, I tried to figure out what had transpired back at the gas station. Put what on my car? There was no sticker on the paper he gave me, only the outline of where it once was. It was then that I realized something and swiveled around to see a big, fat Gulf sticker on my rear windshield. The fuck had put it on without telling me. I got out of the car and peeled the sticker off my windshield, feeling a little violated. I felt like going back to gas station and telling Sam where he could put the sticker, but I didn't have the energy. So, with the remaining minutes I had left on my break, I read a nice selection about owls in Watchmen.
I've come to the conclusion that I have no idea whether Anne would be receptive to the idea of me asking her out. I mean, it's 50/50 all the way, with little or no variation. I know she's single and that lately her social life has been virtually nonexistent. Maybe she's at the point where she'd lower her standards considerably and date me (oh, just joshing. I should have added a LOL there). She's a few inches taller than me, too, which wouldn't bother me very much, but may be an issue for her. And would an inter-office romance be tolerated by the powers that be? Don't know, and maybe will never find out. Not sure if I'll pursue this matter at this point. It's 50/50 all the way.
Feeling a thin film of darkness over every thing in my life. I'm still able to function and find happiness here and there, but the feeling is palpable. Well, these are dark days, aren't they? I wonder how the citizens of Rome felt on the eve of its collapse. I tell you what I'm going to do --- I'm going to be a beacon of light, damn it, and my actions will be a big fuck you to the Man. Well, alright then.
Realizing I needed gas, I drove over to the place where I recently got my car fixed. When I pulled up to the pump, Sam came over and said hi and handed me a piece of paper that had at one time had a sticker affixed to it. He mumbled something about keeping it on my car and walked away. When I arrived back at work, I tried to figure out what had transpired back at the gas station. Put what on my car? There was no sticker on the paper he gave me, only the outline of where it once was. It was then that I realized something and swiveled around to see a big, fat Gulf sticker on my rear windshield. The fuck had put it on without telling me. I got out of the car and peeled the sticker off my windshield, feeling a little violated. I felt like going back to gas station and telling Sam where he could put the sticker, but I didn't have the energy. So, with the remaining minutes I had left on my break, I read a nice selection about owls in Watchmen.
I've come to the conclusion that I have no idea whether Anne would be receptive to the idea of me asking her out. I mean, it's 50/50 all the way, with little or no variation. I know she's single and that lately her social life has been virtually nonexistent. Maybe she's at the point where she'd lower her standards considerably and date me (oh, just joshing. I should have added a LOL there). She's a few inches taller than me, too, which wouldn't bother me very much, but may be an issue for her. And would an inter-office romance be tolerated by the powers that be? Don't know, and maybe will never find out. Not sure if I'll pursue this matter at this point. It's 50/50 all the way.
Feeling a thin film of darkness over every thing in my life. I'm still able to function and find happiness here and there, but the feeling is palpable. Well, these are dark days, aren't they? I wonder how the citizens of Rome felt on the eve of its collapse. I tell you what I'm going to do --- I'm going to be a beacon of light, damn it, and my actions will be a big fuck you to the Man. Well, alright then.
Monday, October 6, 2008
The sun is up, the sky is blue, it's beautiful, and so are you
Some A&R company just contacted me on MySpace about including some of my music in an Independent film. The rep. left all his contact info and wants me to call him. For all I know, this could either be a ridiculous scam or something completely on the level. Not easy to tell. I'll do a little investigating before I decide whether I'll respond. I'm pretty sure I'll be the next Johnny Bravo as a result of this, but I don't want to get too excited until it actually happens.
Mara stopped over today. She was in the neighborhood, saw my car in the driveway, and decided to come over and say hello. I hadn't seen her in a while and welcomed the visit, even though I was in deep in a book at the time. I have to be careful in this time of post-break-up; it's evident that she would like to for us to be a couple again and that there is a chance it will happen. It's a balancing act, the way I need to conduct myself when around her, but it hasn't been easy. While I'm certain we should stay broken up, there is a part of me that misses having a girlfriend and there have been instances when I've let down my guard a bit. I'll leave it at that. Overall, though, I think I've done a good job making my intentions clear.
My morning run notwithstanding, I wasn't very active today. I spent the bulk of the day reading in bed. Hey, sometimes that's what you need to do. I suggest you do it tomorrow. Doctor's orders.
Depending on the weather, it looks like we'll be going camping this weekend. It should be gorgeous up in Vermont. I haven't been up there in over a year.
Watched Darkon, a documentary about roleplaying gamers, the other night. Specifically, Darkon is the name of the world and these people are it's inhabitants. The roleplaying is an offshoot of Dungeons & Dragons, and several times a month the gamers put on their medieval garb, drive out to some large swath of land, whether it be a football field or a farm, and conduct mock battles. There's an elaborate set of rules that goes with the game, rules that have been modified over the course of it's twenty-plus years of existence. I checked them out on the group's website because the film doesn't focus on them too much.
Definitely a worthwhile viewing experience. While I read from the genre, I've never been drawn to fantasy roleplaying. Not that I think it's a bad idea---hell, if I thought I could have gotten into it, I would have done so wholeheartedly, though it would have branded me an absolute dork for life. I guess, especially as I've gotten older, the willing suspension of disbelief required for such a game, is something I don't have enough of. Or maybe I do, but would rather focus it elsewhere. Anyway, my point is that I enjoyed the film.
And speaking of films, I'm off to watch American Gangster.
Mara stopped over today. She was in the neighborhood, saw my car in the driveway, and decided to come over and say hello. I hadn't seen her in a while and welcomed the visit, even though I was in deep in a book at the time. I have to be careful in this time of post-break-up; it's evident that she would like to for us to be a couple again and that there is a chance it will happen. It's a balancing act, the way I need to conduct myself when around her, but it hasn't been easy. While I'm certain we should stay broken up, there is a part of me that misses having a girlfriend and there have been instances when I've let down my guard a bit. I'll leave it at that. Overall, though, I think I've done a good job making my intentions clear.
My morning run notwithstanding, I wasn't very active today. I spent the bulk of the day reading in bed. Hey, sometimes that's what you need to do. I suggest you do it tomorrow. Doctor's orders.
Depending on the weather, it looks like we'll be going camping this weekend. It should be gorgeous up in Vermont. I haven't been up there in over a year.
Watched Darkon, a documentary about roleplaying gamers, the other night. Specifically, Darkon is the name of the world and these people are it's inhabitants. The roleplaying is an offshoot of Dungeons & Dragons, and several times a month the gamers put on their medieval garb, drive out to some large swath of land, whether it be a football field or a farm, and conduct mock battles. There's an elaborate set of rules that goes with the game, rules that have been modified over the course of it's twenty-plus years of existence. I checked them out on the group's website because the film doesn't focus on them too much.
Definitely a worthwhile viewing experience. While I read from the genre, I've never been drawn to fantasy roleplaying. Not that I think it's a bad idea---hell, if I thought I could have gotten into it, I would have done so wholeheartedly, though it would have branded me an absolute dork for life. I guess, especially as I've gotten older, the willing suspension of disbelief required for such a game, is something I don't have enough of. Or maybe I do, but would rather focus it elsewhere. Anyway, my point is that I enjoyed the film.
And speaking of films, I'm off to watch American Gangster.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
She don't know why, don't know why, dog and butterfly
Had a dream last night in which I was having a sexually good time with my coworker Laurie. You may recall that Laurie, out of everyone I work with, was the only one who seemed not to like me very much. And you may also recall that I reported last week that it looked like she wasn't going to be returning to work, thus relieving me of any future encounters with her that border on uncomfortable. Well, turns out she's still at work, though she'll be leaving shortly to have her baby.
So, back to the dream. Why was I having sex with someone I'm not terribly attracted to and who I think doesn't like me very much? Pyschoanalytically speaking, I'm sure there are more than a few reasons, but I'm pretty sure, in this instance, it has more to do with the fact that she's been quite civil, even conversational, with me of late. I don't know what sparked this development, but I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Ann, Therese, Laurie, and I stayed a couple of hours late yesterday in order to finish up a big project, the details of which I'll not bore you with, and after working in such close quarters with them all day, I was bound to have a sex dream with at least one of them in it. Know what I'm saying? I didn't think so. Anyhow, the gist is as follows: Laurie seems to like me now; she is still at the job; I worked late yesterday; had sex with Laurie in a dream later that night.
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My Everly Brothers cd's arrived in the mail this week. Two Yanks In England came earlier in the week and Roots, came today. Both are very good and don't sound much alike. TYIE is comprised mostly of Hollies songs and has a British Invasion feel, while Roots is more country. I guess, based on these purchases, you could say I'm a little bit country and a little bit rock n' roll. Ha ha ha!! Man, I'm hilarious.
It seems, more and more, I end up having to order music online because most of albums I look for are not found in stores. It wouldn't be this way if my tastes veered closer to Clay Aiken (he's what????) or Beyonce. Oh, well. I ordered Great Speckled Bird's self titled debut album today because there was no way I was going to find that one in stores. Great Speckled Bird was a band formed by Ian and Sylvia, a famous folk duo out of Canada in the late sixties. The music took on a country rock bent and the band kills on that album. I can't wait for it to arrive.
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I'm trying to keep positive about the clusterfuck our country is now in, but it's not easy. I keep reading different theories about what's in store for us, all of it bad, and it looks like only a miracle will save us at this point. And the fact that a division of troops has recently been recalled from Iraq to curb civil unrest, if needed, is not an encouraging development. Ah, I think we're seeing the collapse of a civilization, though, obviously, I'd like to think otherwise. Reassurance that things will turn out alright has not been easy to find. And I've been looking pretty hard.
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Played Spira some mixes of the songs I've been recording with Craig. On her system they didn't sound very good . She commented that the vocals, especially, sounded pretty murky, and asked if we recorded with a condenser mic. I told her we didn't and she said "Well, why didn't you ask me? I have one I've never used." She took me in her room and showed it to me. I was puzzled at why she didn't tell me about this before. I'm pretty sure I told her the mics we were using at the onset of recording, but oh well, whatever. She let me borrow the mic for subsequent recording which, I'm pretty damned happy about.
Earlier that night, we went for a run that felt good for the both of us. It's good having a running partner, though it took me a bit to get used to having a conversation in the act of doing it. Next up is practicing yoga on a regular basis. And this time I'm serious --- I'm getting back into it. And I will meditate again.
So, back to the dream. Why was I having sex with someone I'm not terribly attracted to and who I think doesn't like me very much? Pyschoanalytically speaking, I'm sure there are more than a few reasons, but I'm pretty sure, in this instance, it has more to do with the fact that she's been quite civil, even conversational, with me of late. I don't know what sparked this development, but I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Ann, Therese, Laurie, and I stayed a couple of hours late yesterday in order to finish up a big project, the details of which I'll not bore you with, and after working in such close quarters with them all day, I was bound to have a sex dream with at least one of them in it. Know what I'm saying? I didn't think so. Anyhow, the gist is as follows: Laurie seems to like me now; she is still at the job; I worked late yesterday; had sex with Laurie in a dream later that night.
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My Everly Brothers cd's arrived in the mail this week. Two Yanks In England came earlier in the week and Roots, came today. Both are very good and don't sound much alike. TYIE is comprised mostly of Hollies songs and has a British Invasion feel, while Roots is more country. I guess, based on these purchases, you could say I'm a little bit country and a little bit rock n' roll. Ha ha ha!! Man, I'm hilarious.
It seems, more and more, I end up having to order music online because most of albums I look for are not found in stores. It wouldn't be this way if my tastes veered closer to Clay Aiken (he's what????) or Beyonce. Oh, well. I ordered Great Speckled Bird's self titled debut album today because there was no way I was going to find that one in stores. Great Speckled Bird was a band formed by Ian and Sylvia, a famous folk duo out of Canada in the late sixties. The music took on a country rock bent and the band kills on that album. I can't wait for it to arrive.
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I'm trying to keep positive about the clusterfuck our country is now in, but it's not easy. I keep reading different theories about what's in store for us, all of it bad, and it looks like only a miracle will save us at this point. And the fact that a division of troops has recently been recalled from Iraq to curb civil unrest, if needed, is not an encouraging development. Ah, I think we're seeing the collapse of a civilization, though, obviously, I'd like to think otherwise. Reassurance that things will turn out alright has not been easy to find. And I've been looking pretty hard.
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Played Spira some mixes of the songs I've been recording with Craig. On her system they didn't sound very good . She commented that the vocals, especially, sounded pretty murky, and asked if we recorded with a condenser mic. I told her we didn't and she said "Well, why didn't you ask me? I have one I've never used." She took me in her room and showed it to me. I was puzzled at why she didn't tell me about this before. I'm pretty sure I told her the mics we were using at the onset of recording, but oh well, whatever. She let me borrow the mic for subsequent recording which, I'm pretty damned happy about.
Earlier that night, we went for a run that felt good for the both of us. It's good having a running partner, though it took me a bit to get used to having a conversation in the act of doing it. Next up is practicing yoga on a regular basis. And this time I'm serious --- I'm getting back into it. And I will meditate again.
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