tv eyed insects

'If you want to create something new, forget everything you knew before.'
-paraphrasing Uncle Bill Burroughs

Well, I can't say I'll never post to this page again... though nothing since last November gives you a rough idea of how important it is to me...

You see, LJ, there's someone else, and I think that someone else meets my needs a little better.

Also, I'm spend way too much time over at my Music page, too.

It's nothing against you, LJ. Honest. You're great. You've given me hours of entertainment that I will never forget, but...

*sigh*

I guess I'll always know where you are. Look me up if you feel like seeing where I'm at.

Well, how about that?
I put in a post about how much tv i watch, then I don't get to watch TV for a few days... I gotta say I don't wanna watch more...!

So, my first night back at the shop, it were hella busy, and I get to walk outta there with 120$... One of the owners slipped me a 20$, so I guess tip-wise, it's 100$.
Which is pretty phenominal.
I went outta there and straightaway bought the new Nellie McKay, then got rightiously weirded... drunk out the brain hole, but alsoTooAndFurthermore happy about it a'cause I got to discover Plasmatic Brain Spasm ( www.myspace.com/plasmaticbrainspasm3 ) . That's a positive.

Now, tonight, after nights off...? Clerks (my favorite movie!) is on, uncensored! And I'm digitally recording it!
I can't believe I've never owned (or is it pwn'd?) it afore... welll... whhatevver.

God I'm so happy to be back at 'The Shop'... I think I'm gonna go full-tilt and persue the bi-chick and get my heart straffed...

OK, Randal is reading than terrible video-list... I 'm stopping typing.

I'm going to try start typing into this journal on a regular basis for the next year... I'm bookmarking it and everything. It probably won't be EVERY day, but at least once per week.
If I manage once a week, that'll be 52 growth points I can look back at next year.
You, ashli, are partially responsible for that. Your entry a couple posts ago about typing down shit in order to work through/ to shit, struck a nerve.
I've been meaning to for awhile... this is the third year of blowing off Na-No-Wri-Mo, after all, but with the best of intentions...
I have all these half assed ideas that I never bring to fruition, and maybe putting them down on paper (as a matter of phrase) will help in some sort of personal evolution. Or maybe not. We'll see...

I spend too much time dicking off online... I end up looking for information that if I were unplugged I couldn't care less about. Hell, after I get offline I don't even retain 1/2 off what I've SO DIGILantly RESEARCHED (even 10 minutes earlier!)
If I'm gonna be online these many hours, I may as wel jot down some thoughts I'm having as I DL some weird music... I'm on dialup, I got time!

Too, I spend too much time watching tv... really, there's only one hour of tv I need to injest: The Daily Show and Colbert... But no! I've got way too much tv time mapped out: 4-5= Millionaire and Jeopardy, 5-6= Seinfeld, 6-7= Simpsons, 7-10= Whatever crap is on (currently Ugly Betty, House, and a couple others I can't recall at this moment), 10-11= Daily Show and Colbert, 11-2= Late night talk shows, 2-sleep= Adult Swim... God I'm pathetic. Just after typing that down I feel a bit nauseous... Minute to minute, hour to hour, it seems pretty natural, but now here on the page it looks so soo sooo sad and sick.

OK, I see where I need to go. This is the first transmission. Things will get dialed in clearer, better, from here on out.

PS Do you like Beck? You Should go DL the show from http://jefitoblog.com/blog/ before it's gone!

this whole chemical dependency thing is getting to be a drag.

well, i guess it's always been a drag, but lately it's getting redundantly draggish... like, how many times can i say 'i never want to feel this idiotic anguish again!,' or 'what the fuck did i do last night?[and when it filters back into remembery a few days later, cringe]'???!?
i hate looking back at bad-me.

it's a willful invitation, though. i know if i drink shitloads of alcohol and don't eat, then i get to remember, slowly, the horrid things i do.
...it doesn't help that a full summer of first ave comps and a sympathetic bartender have drifted into the me-sphere...

i've already done the classic booze-nut lie of saying 'well, i'm just gonna drink beer. no more jack daniels.' ha! except for that 3/4 fifth that's left in my backpack!...
like seriously, a beer drunk me is ok. sloppy, stupid, and slurry, but generally ok.

whiskey me are unpossible.

i think i finally understand 'the edge''s guitar style... thorough gaelic...

and now conan is fluffing what could be a great interview... he seems to have problems with rock stars (read white stripes)

i started the day with a lie and it went downhill from there, of course...

...scrubbed concrete, collected mind-worms, and filmed baseball...

i'm about to see the dixie chicks on letterman... 4...3...2...1...

...well. that was their new big single. i guess it's ok. maybe it's a grower. i quite liked DC afore the whole brouhaha, and since (because?) then am awaiting how they handle it. i think they did the right things, and they seem more normal than most artists hit with that shit would ever act. and natalie maines hair remindd me of joanna hair in 90-91 = sexxxy.

yay.

off with the television.
on with the music - box!

I have many important weights upon my time, but Work is, by far, the most lode-some.
...and still it's got to be done, this Work... Is it wrong that I find it distasteful?

*yawn*