Gonz!!

Ugh!!! Work party at the Golden Gopher. Painfully awkward in ways I would rather not describe, but I will do my best. Awkward in a way when you are trying to blend in with a group of people you don't know. Luckily Melissa was there to buffer me, and work her mysterious charms on my co-workers. According to one of my co-worker's blogs she is my girlfriend [blush and sigh]. Check out this joker's blog for details: http://www.davidmkim.blogspot.com/

Strangers and pizza are never a good mix for me. Finger food and mingling are a car wreck. I would have munched pizza[snap snap] *1 but I have will power.

I decided that after the festivities it would be unwise to move my car out of the restricted zone. I drive a Peugeot did you know? I tried to wake up early and move it, but I left my keys somewhere so I gave up the fight. I now owe the City of Los Angeles $44. The check is already made out.

The bus left me standing in Shakey's parking lot, so what did I do? I walked, yes walked, down Sunset Boulevard at 6:00 am. Every manner of freaker and tweaker and gacked out buzz killer was out in their smelly best.

Obviously I missed the OC, but I can read all about it on the website. So can you. Don't forget about Stargate Atlantis tonite!!! I know Ricky can't wait to get out of work and come over to my flat and basque in my school girl hysteria. Just for a moment. A magical moment. A moment that will echo on in eternity.

Someone please remind me to pay my car insurance this weekend, and while we're on the subject, it wouldn't kill me to buy a car that could actually pass California emissions. I drive a Peugeot, did you know?

Online Purchasing update:

Thought I would let you all know that this has been a productive week. I have filed my taxes, and spent a good chunk of my return in the same week. And by week I mean day, and by day I mean afternoon. Observe:
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P.S. I left my talkee clock*3 at home so if anyone needs to get a hold of me use my email.
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1. Please see www.pro-ana-nation.com for details.
2. Images at begining of post = my new tat.
3. Read cell phone

Throwing Vampires Accross The Ballroom Floor

Idol was a low rent bust. The boys just don't have it. There is one boy whose name escapes me who is delish, but Melissa tells me that he has like 2 wives, and 7 kids. What a waste. After Idol, I tried to vote for my two favorites, but I could not get through. I called Ricky, and my phone cut out, I called Melissa, and she was, in the name of all things holy, watching Lost. Another show which challenges my faith in human intelligence. [emphasis added] Which of course is not a dis on Melissa, who is adorable and watches Worlds Biggest Loser, Project Runway, Newlyweds, Family Makeover I & II, I'm Your New Mommy, Fear Factor, Blank Blue Screen, White Noise, and occasionally just the fuzz that accumulates in the corner of the screen.

During our phone call we got disconnected. I choose to say disconnected because it is entirely plausible that Melissa simply hung up once she got a gander of Matthew Fox's eyebrows. Don't let people lie to you it is the only thing interesting about the show. Architecturally stunning and hypnotic. It is very important for me to cling to the word disconnected while recounting all of this. I waited for about a half hour for her to call me back, but she didn't. She didn't. She didn't. She didn't.

Well this morning I brushed myself off and pulled myself together. I am wearing my Derek jersey, and as I was pulling it out I realized that I accidentally lied to my friend Ricky. All lies are accidental, and don't let anyone tell you differently. Ricky bought me the jersey for Christmas, and I absolutely love it. About a month ago he asked me why I hadn't worn it, and I told him I had, and that he was mistaken. As I put on the jersey I realized that the tags were still on, and since Ricky rummages through my closet like a pig chasing truffles I'm sure he knew I was lying. Oops.

Well, no harm no foul, because if I may say so this jersey is far from a casual garment. It is a weapon of wholesale sexual warfare. I look so motherfucking cute in this jersey I can't stand it. I am going to save this jersey for special occasions and special occasions only. Special occasion of the day. Doing my taxes.

Oh, and there is some office party at the Golden Gopher after work, but who gives a fuck. My two favorite people at work have decided not to go. BOO! The boys are going, but since they drag their sorry asses into the office at around half past noon, they won't show up until I'm settling into the OC. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.

Oh, some of you may be wondering about the title of today's post. It is a line from Jackie Dressed In Cobras from the New Pornographers. The line just tickles me. It is right up there with "I Have Explosive Kegs Between My Legs". Actually, no, it's not even close, but it still tickles me, and is a fun image.

The Votes Are In

Well I was at my wits end last night. During Idol I was simultaneously bouncing text messages between two friends. Melissa and I were conversing over the Idol contestants, and Jonny and I were trying to nail down a date for going to the spa/casino/shopping. Needless to say, Idol was riveting.

Katherine what's her name (Idols 12) is the hands down winner. Her look is flawless, her voice sublime. She sang Barbara for chrissake!!!! As far as I'm concerned one of the other contestants will have to light themselves on fire in the middle of You'll Never Walk Alone to change my mind in this regard.

In other televsion news, My Connor aka Charles Tucker III (Trip) from Enterprise will be appearing in Stargate Atlantis this Friday February 24. Now most of you know Stargate Atlantis as merely the reason Galactica doesn't come on an hour earlier, but I am confident that if you tune in an hour early for Galactica this Friday you will not be disapointed.

I drive a Peugeot....Do you?

Music Of The Day

So I have had a chance to listen to the music my brother gave me, and my favorites by far are Tom Vek and the New Pornographers. I am not as big of a fan of TNP as I am Destroyer, mainly because Neko Case's voice is a little bit like cabin decompression. I try hard to hear something that I know is probably of very little interest. Then I pop my ears, and I was right all along, then I cry. But the New Pornographers Twin Cinema is well worth enduring Ms. Case's kvetching.

What can I say About Tom Vek?.?.?.?.?

Earlimart - Trebble and Tremble - Could someone tell me why this isn't Grandaddy. Very nice nonetheless, and it's not a complaint, but like Gary Busey and Nick Nolte, I refuse to believe they are 2 separate entities.

Bright Eyes - I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning - There aren't enough bad things to say about Bright Eyes so I won't even start.

Holy Ghost - Welcome To Ignore Us - Thank you I will, and I must say, you don't make it hard. Just kidding. That was just too easy. I have liked everything I have heard from these guys, and am pleased to have an entire album.

Animal Collective - Sung Tongs - Still not feeling it, but I refuse to give up.

Back In L.A.

Well I am back from Phoenix, and while on the plane Mr. Russell and I contemplated whether Religion Has Made Useful Contributions To Civilization. This essay did not grab me as much as the last one . I think primarily because Mr. William Manchester and I answered that question a few months ago with a resounding NO...

Well I do not want my web log to become a Christian bashing site, so I will move on to the details of my trip.

Trip was fun, but a lot of work. I was able to hang with my tiny niece which was a lot of fun, but very demanding. The only bad thing about my trip is that I wasn't able to play the xbox. BOO!

The people in the lobby are as rude and inconsiderate as ever. Cheap clothes + tacky ass Louis Vuitton bag = one hell of a baditude. In happier news, My Derek will be playing in the World Baseball Classic, and is defending his right to do so.

http://mlb.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/news/article.jsp?ymd=20060217&content_id=1314321&vkey=spt2006news&fext=.jsp&c_id=mlb

I have a lot of new music I picked up from my brother, and after I have a chance to listen to it, I will tell you three what I think of it. That is what most people do on weblogs I hear.

Trip To Phoenix

Woke up at 4:15. The car was suppose to arrive at 5:00. it didn't. I called the service, and got someone out of bed. They told me the "car" was in Long Beach, and it would be 10 minutes. WTF? I grab the number for yellowcab just in case. The car arrives in 8 minutes, and is in fact a motherfucking Escalade.

Arrive at the airport, do e check in, my friend Jonny calls me while I am trying to decipher the buttons. Luckily Jonny is not a mumbler. He has a very clear and forceful voice, and I have no trouble hearing him over the din of bobos behind me. We have a nice chat.

Security at the airport is a breeze. They make me take off my running jacket. I am only wearing a Raf Simons tank top underneath. I feel cute, but exposed. They do not confiscate my lighter.

While waiting to board I watch the news on an impressive plasma television. the news says that the cost of the Iraq war is now up to $400 billion. That is, quite conservatively, $1,333.33 for every man, woman, and child in the United States. You can even throw in few million dogs and cats for good measure. It's simple division. I did it in my head while eating a bagel. You may need some paper, but that's cool.

While on the plane I read Why I Am Not A Christian by Bertrand Russel. I really enjoyed it. It seems logical to me, but I am sure it made quite a stir when first published. I especially liked the part about "the wailing and nashing of teeth". I think Mr. Russel is right. At it's core Christianity is cruel, vindictive and spiteful. I have to apologize to my Christian friends, but face it, deep down in your heart you know you are simple. Just like I know I am shallow. It's people's little quirks that make us so endearing.

There is a boy in front of me and to the left that is just 5 kinds of cute. he is wearing a Red Sox hat though. Boo!

The man next to me on the plane is watching, and I shit you not, 24. He seemed like such a sweet man, and there it is, clear and uncontroverted evidence that his brain has been completely removed. I half expect him to have a conversation with the tray table, and I'm sure he would have if he weren't so rapt by his quaint technology.

And Voila! I am here in Phoenix. Pronounced Pohonix. Mornington Crescent by Belle & Sebastian is the song I presently have in my head. Toodles.

Woolf Phase I

Named for one of my favorite compositions by German musician Ekkehard Ehlers, this blog will hopefully do nothing more significant than explore my aesthetic sensibilities.

The song is taken from Ehler's 2003 release Politik braucht keinen Feind, and is definitely worth a listen.