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For my Halloween entry I decided to just jot down the list of links that I had found for today to send in my emails:
On Sunday, thanks to Kingdom of Swine on XM, I heard a remix of Covenant's "Bullet." Now that I've researched the girl who sang in the remix, I have now discovered Ellen Allien.
Every time I watch something about Allen Ginsberg I get more into being a writer. This is weird to me too because I never read Ginsberg. Last time I saw something about him when when I was watching the dogs at Fran's while they were in Tennessee. They talked about how Ginsberg kept every scrap of paper and kept a journal with him at all times. This is stuff I do now, even though I've only written a couple of things in my purse journal. This show, the American Passage, said that Ginsberg felt that Whitman was his kin and he tried to even embody how he looked. He looked at him as his gay poet forefather and identified himself with him.
So who do I identify with? Who do I keep myself akin to and try to embody? Everyone I look up to, everyone I want to write like is a man. I adore their ability to be who they are to be without holding back. The female who feels like this close enough to me is Dorothy Parker. Maybe she is my foremother? Maybe, we both have such love and attraction to men that we want to be like them and being with them, obsessing over them, puts a little bit of them into us in some degree.
I'll have to do more research to find the right role model.
I found this clip today: Quentin Tarantino + Fiona Apple. Tarantino was my first real inspiration to think of stories in a cinematic way. Not that I could ever make a movie (I would be ecstatic if I could ever make movies) but I remembered him saying that when he picked the music for the soundtracks, he used the music he had been listening to when he wrote the script. That's how I correlated music with writing stories. Now I have certain stories I tell myself over and over in my head when I listen to certain songs. The whole visual effect takes place with the music to go along with the pictures and the events.
Anyway, I love what he says in the clip about writing: To me, for writing the dialogue, is so easy, I actually feel just a touch of a fraud taking credit for it. Even though I'm protective of it...it's just like some sort of God antenna.
IMDB announced their new character page feature and coolie enough, they chose Special Agent Dale Cooper to advertise the new page feature. I love it.
Even though it's the afternoon by the time I say this, I've started trying to eat something when I get up instead of just coffee. It's so weird and annoying how your appetite changes. Sometimes I haven't the interest in eating until later in the day, sometimes I want to eat all the time. I remember being on Weight Watchers and being hungry a lot in a good way because I always ate a bunch of little things that hadn't a lot of fat or calories. I could go back to counting points and being stricter with my intake but the problem with diet food is the expense. Since I have a purse full of cash for Slurpies and coffee and a flat broke bank account, going to the store and stocking up on Lean Cuisine and fat free everything is not an option right now.
My student loan money finally got worked out though (or so I'm told.) Like I said before, I had been told by both my academic advisor and a girl in Financial Aid that everything in my account was fine and my loan money would be disbursed on the 19th of this month. The same week, I got a letter in the mail from the school saying that "there was a change in your schedule" and I couldn't get my money until a later date. Then the fires came and the school was closed and I had no freaking idea what was going on so the freaking progressed itself and I realized that the loan money I was counting on for small things like, oh, rent for next month, was not available. After constant emails that were never replied to, faxes to the Financial Aid department, numerous calls to Student Accounts and Financial Aid, I finally talked to someone in Financial Aid later last night. Get this...
So they said the reason why my loan disbursement didn't go through last time was because my last professor (the one who gave me the "B" -- still pissed about that) didn't post the grades on time so when they tried to post the money to my account, it looked as if I had dropped out. Lovely. Of course they never told me that's what happened and they never looked in my account like I can online to see what grades I've received for all of my classes. They just didn't give me the money I need because the instructor didn't do what he needed to do on time.
Apparently my money is supposed to be put in my account electronically today but, again, they always send me a check (even though I've filled out the direct deposit information for all of my loan money). I'm guessing the money will get here sometime this week, right at the last minute when I need it for my rent and bills on the first of next month. Unfreakingbelievable. But at least I got some answers and everything straightened out. I wonder if everyone in my class who was up for their new loans got screwed over by this like I did.
On this day: The radio drama, War of the Worlds, directed by Orsen Wells, was performed as a Halloween special on October 30, 1938.
And, hell yeah, we've got a teaser trailer for Indiana Jones 4!
Plus, I'm loving that they have a whole Lostpedia website. I found it by searching the literary references in the show.
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Random stuff:
I'm slightly unhappy with my gourmet coffee. I don't get why the flavored stuff from Boca Java isn't really that flavored. The blueberry was good, and it was the first of all the coffees I've tried now that had the flavor it boasted. But the apple isn't as I'd hoped it would be. I still have the pumpkin and the Halloween spice to try out. I guess only very distinct flavors such as berry and peppermint are strong enough to make a cup of coffee taste like something other than plain old coffee.
Hhmm... I wonder if I could do this: National Novel Writing Month
I'm liking these songs and videos on Youtube:
Late October. Early November. The temperature drops into the 60s and it reminds me of:
Smoking cloves outside on the back porch at John C's house even though it was freezing.
Driving in my friend's old Sentra with the heat up and the windows down to smoke on the way downtown.
Ordering breakfast from room service at the Holiday Inn next to Angel's Diner.
That black fuzzy jacket that I made Dave hang up in the DJ booth every night.
Standing outside of Chuck's with Stefan to smoke.
Walking fast in a short skirt because it would be hot once we got inside the club.
Driving to Texas and shivering the whole way while singing to "Siamese Dream" and making the windows fog up.
That cul-de-sac where we heard people started getting caught by the police so we had to stop going to.
That mustard yellow cardigan I use to wear to school.
Drinking cocoa at Waffle House.
Sitting outside the bookstore at UCF on those cold brick bench things.
Our friends' wedding and sitting outside in the courtyard at their hotel every night that whole week.
Sitting on the ground at Wall Street Plaza and remembering to wear tights underneath my jeans.
Yab Yum.
The nurses costume I wore when I was skinny and realized why people liked vinyl even though it made you sweat.
The first time I saw the "Bullet with Butterfly Wings" video.
Leaving the windows open at night so the sheets felt cool.
My hands getting dry in between my fingers.
Ana and Jason.
Standing in line at the parking meter forever.
The people who died in the fall: two suicides.
Walking on the golf course outside if N's house.
Toilet papering B's car.
Wanting to be outside.
Wearing long sleeved shirts, wool skirts or pinafores with over the knee socks or tights.
The blueberry coffee and the maple rum coffee and the gingerbread coffee at 7-11.
Being in the mall in Ohio with my best friend since second grade and telling her how I didn't like Christmas anymore.
Him. In that hoodie.
Going out every night, hoping that something good would finally happen.
Kit Kat.
The girl in my writing class saying "what is this?" in reference to the sudden cold wind one morning.
Wearing a blue windbreaker on the playground.
My parents putting up Christmas lights on Thanksgiving day.
Going to Church Street every night.
Crying outside the theater for hours after watching "Forrest Gump."
Watching "Natural Born Killers" and "Pulp Fiction" a million times.
Blue Room and the blue salt on the margaritas.
My stupid dorm roommate fighting with her boyfriend every morning.
Dutch in his sweater vest.
My youth.
My teens.
My twenties.
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I gave the Red Cross a donation to help the firemen in California and the millionaires who need my $20 to help save their homes. I couldn't imagine being a fireman or a policewoman and I can't imagine how scary that would be to have a husband or wife with that job.
I emailed my cousin and one of my friends to ask if things were okay where they are. I think they both live in Central California though, so hopefully all is well with them. I haven't gotten any replies yet though so I'm not entirely sure what's going on.
And because I like to promote things that I like, The Big Bang Theory has been signed on to do a complete 22 episode season. Very nice. The next episode is for Halloween and terribly right on for the occasion: The Middle-Earth Paradigm . The credits said it was a female writer who did the show, which is moderately impressive even though it wasn't as funny as the first two episodes. The whole feel to it is "Frasier" mixed with "That 70s Show." It's the dialogue that they give Sheldon that what makes the show so funny (in my humble opinion.)
And because this is Florida where public school is always a form of dramatic interest, look at these headlines:
I always liked Dry The Rain. Someone a long time ago put it on a mix tape they made for me and I never listen to it anymore. It's just plain sad. Good, but sad.
So, for my list of info on this rainy Sunday afternoon I will jot down the following information:
It's raining outside again. I'm loving this time of year when it's reading "80" or even "77" on the temperature gage on the car's dashboard. Plus the rain and waiting for maybe a couple of hurricanes this season to shake us up a bit. If we don't have any this year, I think it will be a first of absolutely nothing; no scares, no boarding up, no evacuations, no supplies, no tracking...none. I can't remember an August through October stint where we didn't have some of that going on.
I'm sick. Well, I'm coming down with sickness. That stupid cold that everyone has had for two weeks has finally found its way into my bloodstream so I'm stuffy and tired and icky feeling. Instead of going out last night, I made an OJ run at Circle K late last night. I got Tropicana and Sun Chips to which the cashier said, "Well, I guess if you're going to eat junk food, you might as well eat healthy junk food, right?"
I was going to switch nameservers for the site and I did yesterday but after I discovered that I had to re-install Wordpress all over again to do it, I went back to the old nameserver with everything already set up. I guess if this web host goes down, I'll have a back up plan.
PayPal is going to make the decision about my $300 refund today. I guess the seller has until midnight to respond. Again, I have no idea why I have to wait this long to get my freaking cash back.
My school loan money supposedly "should be posted directly to your account on the 19th." I never get my money put in directly for some reason, even though I filled out the information for direct deposit. I guess the little left over from my tuition should come in the mail next week. Thank God.
I paid some of my credit card bills though so I'm not a total deadbeat. My name isn't cleared by any stretch, but at least I'm paying them something to keep myself clean for a month or so.
I still need to vaccuum, change the cat's litter box, eat some chicken soup, go to Mom's, watch a movie I have from Blockbuster Direct and write the two book reviews and the other story I wanted to get done for the lit journal. The deadline is November 11th or something, so I have time. I just want to get to work again. I haven't felt like it at all in the past few days. My mind is concentrating only only sleep and ingesting large amounts of liquid.
I'm bored as hell though. It's pretty sad when you're bored enough to miss work.
I had a dream journal that I was going to write in because some of these things that came up in my subconscious were pretty good, but I haven't been writing in it recently. I've had lots of dreams though and one or two could be write-worthy but, eh, just another thing I don't feel like doing right now.
I still have to call one of my friends to catch up. She called the week before last and I never called back to chat. At least I'm emailing people again instead of going on social hiatus like I usually do.
I know Halloween is coming up, but, man, can it already be time for November? Thanksgiving and freaking Christmas already? Hell, at least this Christmas won't be as traumatic as last Christmas when I was getting my freaking gall bladder taken out and dealing with the Work According to Satan every day in that hell pit they called a school.
And I think George Costanza has stopped hanging outside my patio. I complained on him again last week to the superintendent so hopefully I can sit outside and smoke without worrying I'll be peeped on. I started taking a book out there with me to read every time so I could distract myself with words other than the ones in my head that want to scream out in the form of, "Fuck you, you intrusive little shit!"
I was just writing about how it's annoying when I don't feel like doing what I should be doing. Like I had thrown myself into writing mode that I was tapped out. As I was typing that line up, the electricity did it's favorite on and off flicker, and my screen went blank, then to reboot. Yup. That's exactly how it feels.
I hadn't figured out what was so great about IE 7Pro until then. Too bad it doesn't stop random IE crashes and freezes. Is it because of the tab function that they made in Internet Explorer now? I like to have all of the websites I'm referring to, laid out seperately. Maybe it's too much for IE to deal with at one time.
Dammit. I spoke too soon about George. Time to leave, yet another, message with the office, "The tenent in apartment such-and-such is hanging outside of my apartment again." Sigh... Don't they have some other low income housing somehwere nearby that he can take up residence?
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Today for my post, I'm going to focus a little thing called online shopping. Oh, we all know how fun it is and, hell, if it weren't for online shopping we wouldn't be able to find the kick ass stuff we always wanted like that Lollapalooza shirt, circa 1993, nor the plethora of designer perfume that you can't find at reasonable prices anywhere on a shelf. But online shopping has its downfalls, like everything else, and in the past few days I've realized just why I really should try to cut back on my online shopping. Not for the obvious saving of money option but for the simple fact that people who sell things online are assholes.
Incident A: the pissy guy from Amazon
I have been wanting to buy a certain book for a while but could never find it online in a new, affordable price. When I looked on Amazon, the listing they had for one edition was from a publication date a few years ago. It was the kind you would see at Barnes and Noble (except that Barnes and Noble doesn't have it in stock.) So I ordered the cheapest, like new condition book listed on Amazon and paid $10 for the "like new" book. When I finally get it, it's the original, old edition of the book, which is fine in a collectible sense, but that's not what I wanted it. It smelled old and had browning pages: I don't read smelly books. (And you can quote me on that.) I like going into used book stores and I like what the smell represents, but I can't stand reading a book that isn't clean and nice -- I'm a weird perfectionist about my paper products.
Anyway, so I put my feedback for the seller as 4 out of 5 stars and state that everything was fine but if I had known the copy was an original edition, I wouldn't have bought it. True. My fault for not seeing that he had listed the book in the wrong category (there was a section for "First Edition" that is specifically for that edition's ISBN number.) His fault for selling an old book at too high of a price in the category for the modern paperback and hoping no would would mind.
Well, after I put this feedback online yesterday, the guy emails me today, freaking out about it, saying "Why are you complaining about that?!" and that my statement makes it seem as if he mislead me. He never apologized, just instructed me on how to remove my four star feedback rating. Um...no. I actually thought about deleting it and re-posting one saying, "Don't give him anything other than a five star feedback rating or he'll start hounding you, even if he does charge too much for an old book that he sells under a new edition ISBN number listing." But I won't.
Incident B: the condom and sheet guy from Ebay
I searched on Ebay for a set of sheets to fit my bed (queen) and ordered a pretty new, high thread count set. Unfortunately, again, the listing was in the wrong category and the set was the wrong size I needed. Immediately after payment I contacted the guy asking if he had a queen size available instead and if so, could he sell that to me instead. He responded the same day with, "I sure do, no problem." He never asked for more money or anything. A few days later when the sheets arrived, they were the same, wrong size. I emailed him again saying that I would send them back for the exchange to which his response was "Just give me a call." Um...no. It's bad enough that you know my mailing address, let alone my phone number and I'm not about to call some weirdo in New York. I send him another message saying that I sent the sheets back, paid for the shipping myself, to which I am responded to with "I'll get to you after the weekend." O...k...
Some time goes by and nothing, so I contact him. Nothing. A month goes by, nothing. I report him to Ebay to get them in on the case. I check to see if the guy even has an account on Ebay anymore and sure enough he does, selling sheets and condoms. He replies to me again with, "just give me a call." So basically I'm dealing with a pimp of some New York adult entertainment business? Lovely. After Ebay keeps asking if I want to keep up communication with the guy or close the matter as resolved (obviously, I said "not resolved, continue communication with seller") the condom and sheets guy asks if I want an exchange or a refund. When I say "refund" he asks "How do you want me to refund you?" (insert derogatory joke here) and said "Just through my PayPal account would be fine, thanks." I got my thirty dollar backs but, damn, who the hell is gonna buy condoms online anyway?
Incident C: the disappearing web host
This one is simple. I bought a "Lifetime Unlimited Web Hosting" account for three domains in one package. I got a response for this site after a few days and the guy was super nice, but now I can't get a hold of him again to set up the other two domain accounts I wanted. I contacted another buyer on Ebay who told me that this web host seller was apparently a fraud and that no one can contact him again and his account has been deleted from Ebay. Nice. So I'm thinking I'll buy another web host service just in case, but for right now everything works fine. It was down for a bit (thanks to Geoff @ Soma Cow for alerting me of this one day) and when I emailed the web host seller, I still got no response. However, for right now I can still access my Control Panel, FTP server and the site stays up so I'm okay with it but I continually back up my site anyway since I learned my lesson the hard way a couple months ago. But, honestly, if I can't contact him, I really should switch hosts again and transfer everything over. Big sigh...
Incident D: the guy who stole my $300 on tried to ruin my birthday
I wanted my kick ass camera for my birthday. It is number four on PC World's list of top point and click cameras and I was so excited about getting it. I had looked online for days, trying to find the best price from a reputable seller. When I chose this seller for my camera, he had positive feedback (which I know know means nothing because by the time they get negative feedback, their account has been closed.) He sold it at a slightly lower price than the other sellers and the camera was available for "Buy it Now" so it could be shipped that week. Cool.
So I pay the $300 on PayPal and wait. The stupid thing was suppose to come from Delaware so it wasn't like it would take a lot of time, but since something I had sent to Laura in New York took a while to get to her in the mail during the same week, I wasn't overly anxious. But I knew something was wrong when the mouse I ordered from California after I ordered the camera, came before the camera ever did, I contacted the seller. He said it had been shipped and would be here "any day now."
The very next day, I got an email alert from Ebay stating that the seller I bought the camera from was a fraud and that if I had already sent money to the guy, to go through the necessary process with PayPal and file a claim with them. So I do. And contact the seller and say that I had to file the claim with PayPal and I appreciated his refund. No response. Then it gets interesting.
After a week, I check back on PayPal to see how the claim is doing. This is the stupid part. Apparently even though Ebay knows that he's a fraud and alerted me to take necessary action, PayPal has to wait for the seller to get back to them before taking any action. Right. Now, the PayPal policy said something like that I had the option to escalate the claim to a dispute at any time after I had given the seller ample time to contact me. If I could get anything out of him, do you think I would dispute this on PayPal? Anyway, so I filed a full dispute and now I still have to let PayPal wait for 20 days to hear back from the seller. Of course he hasn't responded and by Sunday, supposedly, if they don't hear from him, I'll get my refund. Supposedly.
I just don't get why I have to wait for my money when they are the ones who caught him practicing fraud. I don't get that at all.
Nonetheless, I have all of my cool 2GB memory card (that I bought from a local seller on Ebay -- very awesome!) and my camera case and my LCD screen protector and no kick ass camera a month after my birthday. At least everything else went well for my birthday though.
After reading some PayPal Horror Stories, after this camera deal is settled, I'm removing my bank information from them. If I buy anything on Ebay, I'm charging it instead. I've had so much fraud done unto me these past few months that I don't want to take anymore chances on getting my much needed cash swiped. At least I don't really have anything in my bank account to be taken anyway.
Now, that I've gotten that off my chest, I need to start working on my class and getting to this story idea I came up with last night. I think I can curtail it to the So You Think You Can Write? challenge, but I'm not sure. If I can write it in three single spaced pages, I have a damn good idea for how to intertwine the music lyrics. I'll post the link when I've submitted it.
But instead of working I just want to run down to my car and drive around town listening to my She Wants Revenge CD. What I Want is so freaking good. I listen to it over and over. There's a very distinct "Personal Jesus" / "I Feel You" vibe to it.
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Saturday
Since I have now written at least two things online other than blog posts, I decided to make a page where I can list the writing I've done for other sites.
October 13, 2007
Bearing Witness
This is my entry for the Flash Fiction Contest on thisisby.us
October 12, 2007
Music Players: So your posts won't fall on deaf ears...
This is my first freelance "job" I did as a request from the Staff at ClearBlogs.com in their Tips to Improve your Blog section.
In regular news, Fran and I are going to see Elizabeth: The Golden Age even though the critics didn't give it good reviews. It's just a movie I can't not see.
And since it's about time for me to eat some soup (can't have a full stomach right before popcorn time), get ready and head on over to Fran's for our girl's movie night, I'll comment on the movie and post this when I get back.
Sunday
All right, let's get to it.
Elizabeth: The Golden Age was not that great. And I'm way into the history of the British royal family lineage and the first movie was my favorite but, this didn't knock my socks off. I agree with the critics on this one. It was pretty and Cate Blanchett was superb (as usual) but it wasn't as good as the first one. First of all, the prequel movie had that all impressing doom theme from the start. It was fairly close to historical fact (yes, I've read and studied this stuff in the past) and even though they romanticized some of it, the menace was there. I'm still in love with Christopher Eccleston's character as The Duke of Norfolk. He was such a badass in that movie and in the end, he got what he deserved. The build up was good, the script was well done and all in all it was an excellent movie.
Second of all, as I've spent some time searching on Elizabeth I @ Wikipedia, I've found a bunch of inconsistencies to the film and historical fact. Granted, I can see that all the people and the events that really happened would be confusing for a single film but, come on, if there's this much going on, the movie would have been more in depth, more interesting and better all around had they thrown all this stuff into the mix. The favorite of Elizabeth at this time was Robert Devereux and the movie gives no mention of him. I'm assuming that they wanted to add his personage, along with Francis Drake's whole part in burning the ships of the Spanish Armada into the scandalous stuff of Walter Raleigh, otherwise known as the hot pirate character of Clive Owen.
And, by the way, the character of Bess Throckmorton played by Abbie Cornish is sort of annoying. They played up this whole mother-daughter relationship with her and Elizabeth so you had to be upset when she betrayed her. She had way too much space in this movie.
I'd give it a "B-" all in all. Not horrible, not excellent.
Forgive me, Your Majesty, I have failed you. -- my user review for Yahoo! Movies.
Incidentally, the funniest part of the night was Fran cracking up at the trailer for Love in the Time of Cholera because she had never heard of it before and thought the title was hilarious. (When I said, "at least they didn't make a movie based on Memories of My Melancholy Whores" so thought I was making that title up.) I have already been excited about his because we studied Gabriel García Márquez as an undergrad. You see, without the writers, there would be no good movies. That makes me look at celebs in a totally different light. I felt not so less-than when I realized this truth.
We're also jazzed about seeing Atonement because I love James McAvoy now. Our friend told us that it was the most boring book she'd ever read (it looked like a UK version of Cold Mountain honestly, but she assured us that the guy's character in this one doesn't die, so it's okay.
And on a final movie note, releasing Nightmare Before Christmas 3D is a damn brilliant idea. I'm not going to rush to the theater to see it or anything, but that's just cool that Tim Burton came up with that one in time for Halloween. All Hot Topic shoppers can rejoice in their 3D glasses.
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From: The White Stripes newsletter team [mailto:newsletter@whitestripes.com]
Sent: Friday, October 12, 2007 2:58 PM
"The tricks of today are the truths of tomorrow." - Man Ray X XV MMVII
Jack...what the hell, son?!?
Anyway, I spent most of the day working on my playlist above. Good times.
I wrote a story this week (actually finished it, so I'm encouraged by my own productivity.)
I also wrote some random crap this morning :
10:19
The plan was, as I lay in my bed, thinking of reasons why I should get up, was that I could walk out here to the computer and type up some things for the journal without carrying what I was typing. I should try the free-writing activity I read about the other day saying that you should set a timer for ten minutes, walk away from the timer and type without distraction or care or proximity of the timer to distract you. Hell, I free writer every time I write anything (well, in a way.) I just type and type and have no real direction. It helps sometimes to just get the words out, the pictures out and the sentences that get all tangled up in my brain loose so they can escape me. That's my reason for writing anything most of the time. That and wanting to use all of the junk stores up inside me for a good cause.
I still have my regular leather bound journal that I try to write in at least once a day. It's not that I have nothing better to do, it's just that I forget. I had a couple of dreams last night but I didn't write them in my dream journal. I don't write anything in my dream journal lately; the dreams are either quickly forgotten, trite or embarrassing. I had a dream about forgetting something and it was catastrophic. For some reason I think I was getting married or something but who knows now. That was an hour ago when I had the dream. I had set my alarm clocks to nine and nine-thirty so I could get up at a decent time and not feel depressed for sleeping in until three in the afternoon like I did yesterday. Plus, I've gained visible weight and look very bloated like a bull frog so I have to get back on the routine of waking in the morning and not eating anything until evening. I ate a lot in the evening, but not late. Just like dinner and leftovers before the clock strikes midnight. That makes the weight go away. It makes the weight come back if I do what I've been doing for the past week and eating peanut butter candy (those damn Reese peanut butter cups) and fast food every night. More than likely the combination of deep fried peanut butter and chocolate has become the culprit for my old faithful jeans to feel tight. I actually had a compulsion to take a walk last night. I didn't of course but I felt like I could. I went out to my car and I had to park far away by the building across from my the night before, so getting to my car yesterday was a longer walk than I take anywhere other than the mall. The air was crisp and not so sticky and it made me feel giddy like I was when I was a little girl; when it became Fall, recess was so much more fun. Breathing in that coolness through your nose and not feeling irritated by the weathers heat or humidity or bitter wind or rainy downpour. It's just simply perfect.
10:33
I remember another dream. They wanted me to do math. I was in a classroom at a desk and I had pencils and numbers and charts all in front of me and I had to do this to pass my class and get my graduate degree. I was furious and told them flat out that I wouldn't even attempt to do it because my brain just doesn't accept numbers like that. In the dream it was that my whole plan and hopeful dream was crushed. You know, something totally out of the ordinary. :-/
P.S. Thanks to the Orlando City Guide for the link back.
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Upon the news of Necropolis changing to Thursday night from the traditional Wednesday night and the whole shambles that has become Downtown Orlando's nightlife, I shall insert today's email vent on the subject:
I'm really upset about this. If the goth night goes, then what the hell will everyone do? I plan on going this Thursday just to show my support.
It's just stupid as hell. First of all, they tried to have indie night on Thursdays before and it didn't work. Wednesday night has been goth night forever. When it was Thursdays it was with the other DJ from Tampa (who is friends with VNV Nation and is credited on one of their albums, by the way) and that was, like 7 years ago.
But if Thursdays works out as far as people being more willing to go out because they'd only have one day of work to look forward to after being out at night, that is fine. Also, like Dave said, he'll be playing earlier, which is way better. He is the one everyone comes to hear because, as I pointed out to him, he is the one who is giving us all the up to date, new stuff that we want to hear. It's like the whole Orlando goth scene has been geared towards and fed by his tastes in music for the last five years. If he goes, the whole thing will fall apart because he keeps this stuff current and isn't sitting there playing the same old shit over and over and boring everyone.
Now, the owner has said over and over that he was going to get rid of goth night and I'm guessing it's because of the select group that contributes to the scene, plus the negative stereotype that it gets from the general public. It's not that I don't totally understand the need for money to keep these places up and running and doing the best thing for your own financial security is a top priority. But there is a demand and there needs to be a place for us to go to have this kind of music. Tampa is crawling with goths, so why would he even consider getting rid of the night when, obviously, week days in the Fall are not very profitable all around? The only reason Friday and Saturday is so good is because there are drunk dumb asses walking around downtown and they can either go to a handful of places. They could care less if we were playing "Come on Eileen" or "Flies on the Windscreen." Those stupid people make fun of the side room when they walk through on the weekends and we pray that they continue their way back upstairs. Yeah, they put money into the club because all they want to do is get drunk and hook up with someone there. Then we can scoff and laugh but be grateful for the entertainment and all is harmonious.
Like I said, the whole freaking downtown area is screaming for a makeover. They are getting the most money at the freaking booty club that the NSync guy owns and then they wonder why there are so many shootings in the parking garage and the police have to escort them off the sidewalk every night at 3 in the morning. The emo, punk, rockabillie, goth freaks aren't the ones they have to worry about. Hell, they got rid of Yab Yum because it was causing so much draw to the gutter punks and it wasn't bringing in money, just people. Had they been smart, they would have made a place that was affordable to eat and drink in instead of trying to change it up with retro themed jazz bars where the tater tots cost $7. What in the hell are these people thinking? I don't even know what they even have on Wall Street anymore because the whole low key, sit down and socialize vibe is gone. Even Friday nights at the club up front use to be good for that and now we can't. Hence, people stop going because of their "normal" life because no one is there to hang out with anymore because the whole damn thing is overrun with thugs.
And don't even get me started about Church Street. OMG. That place is dead whereas it use to be very busy not that many years ago. Now it's a bunch of beautiful empty buildings with homeless people and hookers wandering around. That use to be the place the freaking frat boys and sorority girls could go and leave us to our funk all on our own. Now they have no place else to go, UCF is growing like rapid and now that they've made the whole Computer Science building is working on a College of Medicine, and the only cool place is the club or the two booty clubs. Firestone has started up again, which is good, and I think, even though the money is getting pulled from the club over to them for indie night, it will eventually even out. If they have places to go, the people will come into the area again to hang out. Not that it's going to be like it use to be, but all the bars and the cool places they use to have are gone and we're left with shit that is geared towards the crappy mass population. It's not like there isn't a huge goth/punk/indie/rock/emo scene in Orlando that needs various venues and clubs.
That's it. I'm running for Mayor. When we make my campaign buttons, I want sparkly red and black ones.
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