An Eternity Like This

Do you ever wonder how much blood on the sidewalk is too much blood? And not necessarily figuratively?

Coffee shop had some tousle haired APC and skinny jean rockin mos making a scene. Had to go on about the joint's Wi-Fi policy (no Wi-Fi on weekends in order to encourage interpersonal relationships or some jive) and people in the Northwest, and not to get them started on people from the Northwest (they come from Utah), and I just thought that it doesn't really get more Northwest than the "almost too audible coffee shop tirade that everyone just has to hear". Some things I keep to myself.

And some things I don't. I rarely read fiction. I think it's kind of like watching television with the sound off. But a couple of friends of mine recommended a rather dreary book so I decided to give it a go, and I was recently reminded of another reason I don't read fiction.

Sitting on the bus, reading my book, headphones firmly in place mind you, vacant and pale goth chick with streaks of jagged colour running through her hair says,

"That's a really good book. Really dark."

I say, "Yes, indeed, a bit florid for my taste perhaps."

"What does that mean? Florid?"

"Do you think your vocabulary and your bangs may impact your literary appreciation?"

Goth chick flips me off and I can see the chipped lavender nail polish, and the tiny bit of spittle coming out the side of her mouth where she is still getting used to a piercing. Cracked lips, craggy oasis on a sea of poorly applied pancake makeup. Complexion of ash. Root vegetables. Naked despair.

Tight Fields Depression.

At exactly 12:34 this morning I was woken by crashing hail against the building. It sounded like the end of the world, and even though I have no actual point of comparison I'm otherwise comfortable with that statement. I walked all around my apartment just to make sure it was all still there. Thankfully I found it easy to go back to sleep, but this morning the hail had turned to rain so now I'm totally rocking the wellies in earnest. Gusts of wet wind quite nearly blew me to the ground as the ape-people tried to knock me over attempting to board the bus.

I arrived at work this morning and I've started to notice that someone or some entity rather tidies my desk at night. In the afternoon I always leave my desk without a care. Make sure there isn't anything confidential, or worse, scandalous lying about and then I jet without a thought. But when I come back it is all so nicely organized and everything seems to be at right angles. I'm hardly annoyed. I only wish I could get the entity to do the same thing for my house. Other than that I'm wondering what one does when someone outs you to the rest of your friends on facebook. One could get nostalgic remembering the days when such things bothered one.

And You'll Never Walk Alone.

Something Entirely Forward.

Got it in my head to listen to Swervedriver this morning and it has been treating me remarkably well. I remember this music constantly bothering me when my brother would insist on playing it, but now it all seems quite natural. Snagged an extra copy of Country Life and am about to trod on down to post it to him. In appreciation of all the music I would never listen to otherwise.

The end is coming sooner than any of us realized. I am in a bit of quandary as to what I will do in the event that there’s the final World Series game on the same night as Bones (Thursday night). I suppose working myself into a state won’t be helpful. But it may just be unavoidable.

And He Thinks I'm Uninspired?

Recession drag anyone? Anyone? No seriously, I mean anyone? How about some Cracker Barrel inspired retail spaces? It's in Ballard... Over that bridge everyone always jumps off of... Yeah, it almost goes without saying that the new retail space in Ballard the Field House rubs me the wrong way. Filled with junk one would ordinarily order from a catalog yet inexplicably has been hyped on every MOR fashion blog, I'm left with the feeling that I'll probably head to Malibu before I pick up anything in a check from a "heritage brand" at this overly-studied self-conscious industry pandering dreck emporium. Just sayin'. You can just pick your own metaphor to describe the tragedy.

The girls were in a fighting mood last night, but it all came just a little too late. The tying run was up in the top of the ninth, but poor Derek hit into a double play that scored one run diminishing the lead slightly, but not enough. The overfed announcer dripped bile when he said that "Derek did not come through this time" or something pointed and offensive. Derek even broke one of his bats which is an odd thing to see. So there is going to be at least one more game this season tomorrow night. They will probably throw a potato peeler at RoRo and call it an inside slider or some nonsense like that, but at least they will be away from those horrid Philly fans. Tender mercies and such.

And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time?

First thing Saturday morning I scuttled down to the newsstand and picked up my copy of Attitude magazine with the amazingly woof woof hot Ben Cohen on the cover. It was well worth braving the early morning chill. If you have the means I highly recommend you pick up a copy.

The rest of the weekend was replete with amazing baseball. I don't know if you are watching the World Series, but if you aren't then you are missing so killer baseball. RoRo got hit by three pitches in two games. I thought there was going to be a tussle. And so did the umpires. They warned both teams. On Saturday night RoRo hit a ball that hit a camera, and after the replay a double became a homo, and still those cretinous Philly fans would not shut up. Andy hit an RBI! Like his 12th career RBI, and quite possibly his first World Series RBI! I really couldn't keep track of everything that was going on, but the girls lead the series 3-1! Next game is tonight at 5:00 Pacific.

Saw the movie Paranormal Activity which I have been wanting to see for ages. It was pretty spooky, but by far the scariest part is when they film the enormous spider in the bathroom. That's just creepy. Makes demonic possession seem like petit point.

I Remember Seeing That Movie A Few Years Ago.

A little better night for the Yankees, but a nail biter nonetheless. First, I just have to mention that Pedro Martinez is today's reigning douche bag. The most self-impressed arrogant prick with Jheri curls to ever walk into Yankee stadium to be sure. But little else. Little, little else. The waning career of this pompous over-fed windbag is not waning quickly enough for our taste.

So happy to see he lost his last appearance in a World Series. Fitting end to someone with a negligible function. Maybe I exaggerate and he really is a good pitcher. But I think he's a prick just the same.

Chompers was very impressive in last night's game. Derek was only stranded on base once, however, after a very impressive double play. All the more impressive in that it made Martinez's second and fourth chins frown. It was delicious.

We discovered something called MLB channel which allows you to stay tuned to baseball even during the off-season... I hate to say it, but this may be just the trick because fashion blogging has seriously hit the dust. And I mean it. It's apparently the time to blog about JCrew colabs, and if that isn't desperately pitiful enough you may have to endure blogging about blogging about JCrew. Like I said. Cover your mouth until the dust settles. We may have to retool our site a tad

Frozen Particles Suspended For Eternity.

Nothing much to say except the girls got bested (1-6) in their own house. The pitcher was a nightmare and Derek was stranded on base more than once. The pitcher was a bit bold. A bit of a ham if you ask me, and if you ask around some might even say he's an adventurer. Michelle Obama is like the luckiest First Lady in the world!

At least the dinner proved to be undisappointing. Delicious dressed crab, followed by risotto and mushroom stuffed onions with bok choy, and then a divine chocolate cake. Heaven. All this took place as the Yankees were losing their grip on Game One of the World Series. After the game and dinner I managed to stay up and watch a documentary on Marijuana on PBS oddly enough. It was also very eye opening. Right up until the point I went to sleep.

Game two is tonight, same time, same channel.