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went back to fargo last weekend to visit my grandma and the rest of the family. it was a good trip, even though for a bad reason, and i was glad to get to spend some time with my family. on the way to pick up a cd of "coal miner's daughter" for my grandma i saw this sign for a duck and goose calling contest with a $5000 prize that was part of the midwest waterfowl fest. god i love north dakota. also, i love my dad's remote control. there are people starving in this very country and my dad has a remote control that could beat kasparov at chess. i know now why the terrorists hate our freedom.
on the airplane to minot i snapped this picture of myself in the airplane bathroom. it reminded me of the really tall guy driving the small car on the simpsons.
Wadlow: [lifts Nelson out of the sewer by his head]
Do you find something comical about my appearance when I'm
driving my automobile?
Nelson: Yeah.
Wadlow: Everyone needs to drive a vehicle, even the very tall.
[turns Nelson to face the car]
This was the largest auto that I could afford. Am I therefore
to be made the subject of fun?
Nelson: I guess so.
i also took a picture of this hot dog grill from the skymall catalog for grasueh... i'd kill to see an infomercial for that. anyway, it was a good trip, though brief, and went a lot smoother than i expected- i even got to visit with anthony, my best friend from elementary school, and got to see all of my relatives that i haven't seen in too long.
got back on friday afternoon and ate some chipotle that magically found it's way back out of my stomach about fifteen minutes later. mmm... i felt like ass (i heart food poisoning) so i took two pain relievers and headed over to esquire to catch ghost in the shell 2: innocence with chrise. i'm pretty sure the movie was wicked/confusing/beautiful, but i'll have to see it again not on pain relievers to be able to confirm that.
saturday i signed the lease on our new place now dubbed the jerkstore. it's right next to the blue line damen stop, which is good, because it means we can be loud as all hell, so come help us break it in on october 8th.
i ran into some people and headed over to the renegade craft fair in wicker park and then over to a barbecue at my friend jen's house. picked up some bbq chik'n and riblets on the way and remembered again why i love them so much.
from there gigolo talked me into going to the kill hannah show at the metro. tell me you wouldn't go to a sold out show for a band whose entire fan base is 17 year-old girls. okay, neither would i, but me after three margaritas would. anyway, it was a lot better than i expected. they're basically just playing 1992 to a bunch of people who were only five then. not my thing, but i remember thinking "siamese dream," "last splash" and "pretty hate machine" were the best albums in the world and that butch vig was god at one point in my life, so i can't exactly hate. for some reason i was too dumb to take pictures of the nubile crowd and instead took this. i just looked at that picture for like five minutes trying to figure out why i took it and i'm sitll stumped. i blame the margaritas.
ran into tommie and took a cab with him over to the afterparty at tre via. we got there and the dude from assassins was playing a traktor set. always nice to see people rocking out traktor proper- lots of looping, effects, etc... plus he dropped "rebel yell," and any set involving billy idol is good in my book. right about the time that tommie went on i noticed that carson daly was there. i shouted "trl" at him a few times but he didn't hear me. once again i was too stupid to take a picture, because in retrospect it would've been awesome to put my camera to good use.
as if this night wasn't dumb enough, i somehow got talked into going to crobar to keep partying. to prove that i'm extra stupid, i agreed to get into the back of a truck to drive to greg's place (three blocks from tre via) before we went to crobar. to prove that i'm a total fucking moron, i got into the back of said truck in front of four cops who were standing on the sidewalk, assured that we wouldn't get a ticket because the questionably sober girl who would be driving us went over and asked them if it would be ok while we sat in the back of the truck and drank wine that johnny stole off the wall at tre via. genius at work.
blah blah blah house music at crobar blah blah blah dumb drunk people blah blah blah fake boobs blah blah blah fat old bald guys in suits picking up gold-diggers. fill in any drunken trip to crobar you've ever taken in your life where you acted like a total ass and that summed up the experience.
i hit up sky captain on sunday with emily and it was a lot better than a few people had told me. cheese from beginning to end, but that's exactly what you need if you're going to use that much sepia.
tonight was more tre via and some danny's with a bit of flash taco thrown into the mix. i'm dying for the opportunity to make a flash taco/flesh taco joke wherein i can reappropriate the line from harold & kumar where nph says "I've been craving burgers too... FUR BURGERS!"
that was too much typing, but j3s keeps telling me i need a photoblog, so she better be happy with this, dammit.
on the airplane to minot i snapped this picture of myself in the airplane bathroom. it reminded me of the really tall guy driving the small car on the simpsons.
Wadlow: [lifts Nelson out of the sewer by his head]
Do you find something comical about my appearance when I'm
driving my automobile?
Nelson: Yeah.
Wadlow: Everyone needs to drive a vehicle, even the very tall.
[turns Nelson to face the car]
This was the largest auto that I could afford. Am I therefore
to be made the subject of fun?
Nelson: I guess so.
i also took a picture of this hot dog grill from the skymall catalog for grasueh... i'd kill to see an infomercial for that. anyway, it was a good trip, though brief, and went a lot smoother than i expected- i even got to visit with anthony, my best friend from elementary school, and got to see all of my relatives that i haven't seen in too long.
got back on friday afternoon and ate some chipotle that magically found it's way back out of my stomach about fifteen minutes later. mmm... i felt like ass (i heart food poisoning) so i took two pain relievers and headed over to esquire to catch ghost in the shell 2: innocence with chrise. i'm pretty sure the movie was wicked/confusing/beautiful, but i'll have to see it again not on pain relievers to be able to confirm that.
saturday i signed the lease on our new place now dubbed the jerkstore. it's right next to the blue line damen stop, which is good, because it means we can be loud as all hell, so come help us break it in on october 8th.
i ran into some people and headed over to the renegade craft fair in wicker park and then over to a barbecue at my friend jen's house. picked up some bbq chik'n and riblets on the way and remembered again why i love them so much.
from there gigolo talked me into going to the kill hannah show at the metro. tell me you wouldn't go to a sold out show for a band whose entire fan base is 17 year-old girls. okay, neither would i, but me after three margaritas would. anyway, it was a lot better than i expected. they're basically just playing 1992 to a bunch of people who were only five then. not my thing, but i remember thinking "siamese dream," "last splash" and "pretty hate machine" were the best albums in the world and that butch vig was god at one point in my life, so i can't exactly hate. for some reason i was too dumb to take pictures of the nubile crowd and instead took this. i just looked at that picture for like five minutes trying to figure out why i took it and i'm sitll stumped. i blame the margaritas.
ran into tommie and took a cab with him over to the afterparty at tre via. we got there and the dude from assassins was playing a traktor set. always nice to see people rocking out traktor proper- lots of looping, effects, etc... plus he dropped "rebel yell," and any set involving billy idol is good in my book. right about the time that tommie went on i noticed that carson daly was there. i shouted "trl" at him a few times but he didn't hear me. once again i was too stupid to take a picture, because in retrospect it would've been awesome to put my camera to good use.
as if this night wasn't dumb enough, i somehow got talked into going to crobar to keep partying. to prove that i'm extra stupid, i agreed to get into the back of a truck to drive to greg's place (three blocks from tre via) before we went to crobar. to prove that i'm a total fucking moron, i got into the back of said truck in front of four cops who were standing on the sidewalk, assured that we wouldn't get a ticket because the questionably sober girl who would be driving us went over and asked them if it would be ok while we sat in the back of the truck and drank wine that johnny stole off the wall at tre via. genius at work.
blah blah blah house music at crobar blah blah blah dumb drunk people blah blah blah fake boobs blah blah blah fat old bald guys in suits picking up gold-diggers. fill in any drunken trip to crobar you've ever taken in your life where you acted like a total ass and that summed up the experience.
i hit up sky captain on sunday with emily and it was a lot better than a few people had told me. cheese from beginning to end, but that's exactly what you need if you're going to use that much sepia.
tonight was more tre via and some danny's with a bit of flash taco thrown into the mix. i'm dying for the opportunity to make a flash taco/flesh taco joke wherein i can reappropriate the line from harold & kumar where nph says "I've been craving burgers too... FUR BURGERS!"
that was too much typing, but j3s keeps telling me i need a photoblog, so she better be happy with this, dammit.