Fall
has begun! You can finally wear jeans or vinyl or leather or a Dir
en grey t-shirt over a flappy purple mock-turtleneck with too-long
sleeves and not sweat, the metal railings at the station are cold
icy to the touch, the sun is bright but the air is crisp, there's
the scent of yellow and orange leaves dying too soon and everything
is perfect.
Gekkou
is in this month's issue of Shoxx (in the back Indies section). Gidi
was in there last month. Do check it out if you have the gumption;
it's just a black and white photo and a short (200-word?) blurb, with
their email address, but still, it seems pretty cool to be in a national
mag like that. Me, soon, too, hopefully!
I
had to escort a friend from <someplace> to <someplace else>
because she is sorta being stalked by someone she sorta works with...
not maliciously, really, but the dude keeps asking her out and won't
take no for an answer. You can't blame the guy for digging her so
voraciously, she's pretty cool. And his strategy (Operation: Infinite
Bothersomeness) has worked for other people in the past, certainly.
So I kinda feel bad for the guy.
He's
just a little too short and a little too round... not even fat, just,
roundish, which I guess counts against him. And I guess he could use
a touch of sophistication. But what the hell, I kinda felt like saying,
give the guy a chance... but really, he doesn't have any, and it's
not my place to say so one way or the other -- I just gotta be the
protector (which worked in this case... he tried talking to me for
a second or two before he just went, "Um, 'k, bye!") (He
was waiting for her again, did I mention that?)
I
seem to get the protector role a lot, too (is it my height? or the
fact that i have two younger sisters and growing up in such a situation
has steered my every thought and movement into that sort of seeming?
I dunno. I like the role, except in the cases (mostly in college)
where I also liked the chick but was too silly to realize I could
just say so and then all's well and it's back to our brandies... um,
so, I think I had a point to this story...
...but
I guess not!
I
did read in the paper today some interesting things... like the Kitty
Hawk (which is an aircraft carrier, right?) sailed from Yokosuka
today, heading for the Gulf or the Indian Ocean or the Mediterranean.
So that's like, what, the entire Navy out there now? It's a bit like
Independence Day, with the big-ass alien ships surrounding the globe...
only now the ships are in the water and the globe is the Middle East.
So
that would make Osama bin Ladin the Will Smith character, I guess?
Only instead of having a stripper as a wife, Osama has something like
THIRTY, each of which has popped out a couple of kids. See,
-that- (the number of wives and kids) I think is pretty cool (I'd
-love- to have one -tenth- of that!) , but I'm just realizing now:
how do you even -date- thirty chicks practically at once without going
insane? Good lord! ("Happy Birthday, Sally!" "My birthday
was four months ago and my name is Brenda, you absolute twat! And
you call these flowers?!")
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