sentimental geek

Listening: a private interlude, Groove Armada

Sigh…

How exactly does Petco get these godawful people to work for them? It’s not just in Manchvegas either. It’s everywhere. I just don’t understand how Petco gets all these jerkoffs to fill out an application. Honestly, what does the ad say? “Best friend a gerbil? No people skills? Low IQ? Can’t count? Don’t like to shower regularly? Then come work for Petco. We don’t care if you’re a social retard because we don’t have to talk to you.” Every single time I go in, I have to deal with this crap. From the rotund douchebag, who I actually avoid at all costs and will STAND IN LINE rather than go through her line, who bitched me out when my debit card was denied (Bank North had conveniently disabled my PIN number–thanks, you bunch of money grabbing bastards!), to the ass who watched me search for the good dog food for 15 minutes before asking me if I needed help and then flashed me a I-suck-blood-and-play-magick-cards smile and told me they were out, to the pimply faced beyatch who argued with the couple in front of me about their return for 20 minutes, while my arms slowly went numb from clinging to the bag of dog food I had found instead of just giving them their bloody money back. And that’s another thing. Why do all the freaks congregate at Petco? You get the ass who comes in with the dog with no leash and is wondering why everyone is staring. The semi retarded chick who was talking to her dog the entire 15 minutes she stood behind me–like talked like I’m talking now. Not “good dog” or “want a treat”. Like what she had for lunch and what happened on Days of Lives that afternoon. Always the guy jerking off to the ferret display–I will never understand why people want to keep diseased ridden vermin in their homes–that is how the plague started. I swear to God, it makes me want to puke.

And then there’s guy who was making the return in front of me (may I add these people were returning literally PALLETES of freakin’ cat food with seven or eight different receipts. What, do you live up in the MOUNTAINS? Is this your yearly trip in to buy jingly balls and catnip? What the HELL??!) insisted on telling me the tragic saga of the cat food while I tried not the grab the closest greenie and stab him in the head. Dog food and greenies took 45 minutes. I hate everyone.

I have done absolutely nothing this weekend. Roommate is gone. Friday night I hung out and watched TV and yesterday I watched TV ALL DAY. Watched Eternal Sunshine again (it’s a good movie but I really think it missed it’s mark. Adaptation is SOO MUCH BETTER.), Rolling Kansas, I Love the 70’s on Vh1 and, fortunately, Bill Maher’s new special “I’m Swiss” which made me laugh until I wanted to puke. Oh God, he’s great. I’m going to watch it again tonight because I missed the first half hour. Also watched some MTV2 and indulged my inner 12 year old little boy. Put up with some Punkd with the Cooch to watch Jason Bateman (I just watched the Sweetest Thing again–he’s great in it). He’s so hot.

Then I watched Viva La Bam, starring the Hottest Badass on the Planet Bam Margera. Oh, he’s hot. He IS!

See? Yeah I know he’s probably an ass but he’s still hot-with-two-t’s.

I want SHOWTIME!! Since I haven’t been following Six Feet Under in three weeks (and I KNOW something big happened–I don’t want to know! I’ll watch it on the reruns) and CSI: NY is boring the crap out of me, I need something good to watch and this must be be it.

The fabulous Mary-Louise Parker, my fave since About Last Night Elizabeth Perkins and that cutie patootie Justin Kirk from ‘Angels in America’ in a show about ganj. It looks great. Here’s a great pic of Mary-Louise:

I am kind of looking forward to Aeon Flux–but when are they making a “The Head” movie? C’mon!

I’m heading down to Orlando, FLA on Friday for little sis’ graduation and then I’m on vaca the next week–HOORAY!

listening: In Circles, Sunny Day Real Estate

Rob Thomas <3’s weed.

Just another clue that Rob Thomas is gunning to be my next gay boyfriend. What’s UP, Rob? Heard about you and the wackadoodledoo
. Tough break. Honestly, I don’t know why either of you bother with the “straight” routine anymore. Tommy’s been gay since Topgun. Only a gay man would find Katie Holmes attractive anyway. And you? Puh-lese. The video for ‘this is how a heart breaks’, is just vying for a bassline and some glowsticks to be next the big gay dancefloor anthem of the summer. And c’mon, you’re running from a GUY in that video. A guy who looks very crazily like Jason Mraz. And I think you were holding back on the dancing thing in ‘Lonley No More’, too. I knew you were dying to turn off your crap and throw some remixed Britney in the player so you can shake your little ass off.

So, to review. Rob Thomas: gay, check. Big bank account to buy me stuff, check. Has cookies, check. Crazy hot ex to gossip about, check.

I’m just being silly. Weirdass work week. I can’t wait for the weekend. So much office politics bullshit I can barely see straight.

listening: Sex and the City (via TBS) and also ‘Office Space’ (via AMC)

Oh shit, I love Office Space. What a fabtastic movie.

Terrible day. Office politics are kicking my ass.

No more to say.

listening: Down, 311

311 is quintessential summer music. Too bad I’m at work right now.

Boo.

Okay, okay…

Does ANYONE ELSE find this man oddly attractive? Anyone? C’mon, I know I’m not the only one. His name is Anthony Bourdain and he has a great new show called ‘No Reservations‘ on the Travel Channel. It’s faboo. I loved his show ‘A Cook’s Tour‘ on Food Network and now he has a new one. He’s vulgar, smokes a lot, goes to weird and intersting places and has a very strange, Lou Reed-esque kind of sexy sexy.

No takers? FINE.

Anyhoo, off to work.

Laters

the most amazing random playlist ever, check it out:

“1. Everybody I Love You – Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

2. Amber – 311

3. Portions For Foxes – Rilo Kiley

4. Ego Tripping At The Gates Of Hell – The Flaming Lips

5. Dhun Kafi – Ravi Shankar

6. Miss You – Ringside

7. Grace – Moby

8. Teen Age Riot – Sonic Youth

9. Burn To Shine – Ben Harper And The Innocent Criminals

10. Sex Type Thing – Stone Temple Pilots

11. Long Way Down – Guster

12. Jeannie’s Diary – Eels

13. Pink Triangle – Weezer

14. I’ll Be Your Mirror – The Velvet Underground”

listening: Everybody I Love You, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

Holy shuckin fhit what a bad day. Is mercury in retrograde…anyone…anyone? Power lines down because of this dumbass, then the phones are all screwed up due to stupid downstairs new girl. Crazy ass terrorists who are making my life a major pain in the ass. Just get on the plane people…we’ll be here when you get back. I swear. Yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck. So hopefully this day can’t get any worse. Elios for dinner, early sleepy time because I’m beat, folks. It’s very tiring keeping up this damned cheerful disposition and smiley face.

My only saving grace today was this hilarious beeotch. Check her out–she’s going on my links because I was laughing so hard today I almost cried. As Whitney would say “That’s luuuuv!”

Laters.

listening: Hackers (via HBO)

Lordy, lordy…that movie came out TEN YEARS AGO, people. I feel incredibly old right now. I f-ing loved that movie–still do, I suppose. My senior quote in the yearbook when I graduated was “There is no right or wrong, only fun and boring”. Oh, I thought I was so cool. What I really should have used was “Why don’t you all just f-f-f-fade away?” That was a good one. I was close.

ANYWAY pretty nice relaxing weekend. Friday night watched “Michael Palin: Himalaya” because I’m a dork and fell asleep in front of the TV. Woke up semi early on Saturdday and cleaned the apartment. Jim and I went out to dinner at CJ’s and then met Nick at his house before heading BACK to CJ’s at the bar for margaritas. I wasn’t really feeling it (I was REALLY full), so I came home and went to bed.

Not much going on today, though. Need to go grocery shopping because our cupboards are bare.

I don’t really have a lot to say. I can’t wait to move. My boss told me I needed to be back in Keene by January 1st, so that’s a whole two weeks early–YAY!

Check out my friends Art and Ed, top contenders at Keene Idol!

Somehow, listening to Picture of Nectar makes me a.) feel redicously, deliriously, incredibly, obnoxiously freakin’ happy b.)think of my little brother and c.) think of camp. And makes me incredi-happy. It was exactly what I needed after a terrible day yesterday that turned into a good night. Jim and I went to see Wedding Crashers last night. It was hilarious. Owen being pretty like a girl and Vince being, well, Vince. It’s one of those movies that where you start giggling and you can’t stop. Anyway, it was great. Go see it if you can. After the movie, went to Cactus Jacks for beers and cigs and coversation. All in all, a lovely evening that Jim (Jim #1) helped me dig out of the gutter.

Crazy ass shit going down in London today. Those crazy terrorists are going for the body. I feel like London is the skinny little geeky kid that the mean bully keeps picking on. If I may, I’d like to make a Breakfast Club analogy:

England
Skinny, proper. Doesn’t like monkey business. Probably can’t make a lamp, either.

United States
Confident, competitive. If we lose our temper, you’re totaled, man. Has extensive experience in taping people’s buns together.

Terrorists
Smokes the wacky weed. Prone to lighting shoes on fire. Thinks being bad feels pretty good. Likes anarchy and Molly Ringwald.

It’s a little scary actually. John Hughes either has an amazing amount of foresight or I’m just incredibored.

What a great birthday day! John Leguizamo, Mr. Willem Dafoe, Franka Potente AND Mr. Spade in America himself, David Spade. Love them cancer beeyotches!

This is what my eyes look like today:

Do you know whose eyes these are?

Apparently I now have the eyes of an old alcoholic home wrecker.

Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.

listening: Mountain Rain, Interlude, Saint Entienne

Happy Sunday evening, ya’ll.

I’ve just returned from a lovely weekend in Keene. I really wasn’t planning on making the trek at all this weekend but family issues and the hint of perhaps just a little alcohol made me rethink (but mostly the family stuff). I was going to go home to see my sister, who is up from Florida for the week doing job interviews but my mom told me she had gotten delayed and wasn’t going to be home until Sunday night.

I got into Keene late in the afternoon and made the drive up to God’s Country (aka my parents house). They joined the Grass Roots movement in the 70’s and bought a bunch of land up in East of Nowhere New Hampshire and lived off the land (like, seriously. Grew their own vegetables, ate their own meat, chickens and all sorts of good stuff). It was a pretty groovy place to grow up, since Sister, Brother and I were the only kids up there and we had 64 acres to run around on like crazy children, happy and cable TV-free (my parents still only habe 4 channels. ABC, NBC, and two PBS stations). I hung out with my mom for a little bit and then met Jim and Nick for dinner at 176 Main. Oh, it used to be so great back in the day. But the patio is divine and the beer was cold and the food was yummy. Nick’s sister Katherine met us there and we headed over to 21, the “new” (well, new to me) martini bar over on Roxbury. Their claim to fame is martinis–guess how many they have? It’s a very cool, posh environment (hotter than HELL though–no AC!) with good music, excellent waitress (she used to work at Tony’s) and really, really, really good Cosmos, my drink of choice. Anyway, I think I had five or six before my friend Amie and her friend Erin showed up (Neil was a no show–Neil, you missed a good time and that’s alls I’m saying because I know nothing I say is going to drag you out of the funk you’ve been in lately). After a few more drinks, I finally got in touch with my friend Caroline (nickname: Okra–if you watch MadTV, you’ll get it), who was over at Tony’s (guess what, the bar doesn’t really look like that! The lights are NEVER ON). We headed over and hung out with her for a while, few more drinks. Saw my best friend from senior year who has not spoken to me (nor I her) in about five years. We didn’t even look at each other. Also incredibly hot at Tony’s (I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I was trashed). Headed out to the Dark Star (the Grateful Dead bar in West Keene) because they have air conditioning. They were pretty much closed, but we sat and had a drink with the two other people in there and watched Christopher Walken on SNL. After that, Wendy’s and Nick and Jim ventured up into East Puckerdoo to drop me at my parents so I wouldn’t have to drive…or sleep on Nick’s floor. I got in the house with only a few barks of the dogs. It was redonkulously hot in the house, so I kind of conked out on the loveseat in front of the fan.

I was only asleep for about half an hour when I was awakened by the dogs going apeshit and they scared the crap out of me. I couldn’t see any cars coming down the road and it was nearly 3 am. I got up, scared out of mind, and stumbled to the door to find my sister coming up the steps with her new dog, Kahlua, a present from her boyfriend. She had just got in. I couldn’t stop laughing. Then my parents came downstairs and the dogs got acquainted (me having to explain why Nick and Jim dropped me off, me trying to hide the facted that I was tiggety trashed). Annie and I stayed up until about 4 talking and watching the dogs before I finally passed out on the sofa. Kahlua woke me up at 730am and I went upstairs and zonked out in my bedroom on the futon until almost noon. My mom headed back to school and my dad went golfing. My sister was supposed to come back with me but she got stung on her nose by a bee while she was walking Kahlua before we left. I felt so bad. I bet that hurt like crazy. She had a headache so we decided to do it again another time.

Anyway, faboo weekend.

I just can’t wait to go to bed!