A Night Out
While spending the day wandering out doing errands, both the girlfriend and I got compliments on the way we looked. If you want any idea how different the two of us look, you can look at where those compliments came from. For me it was from a Scottish headbanger with weird tattoos all over his face that first said my trench coat looked great and then that my whole outfit looked great (I was wearing jeans, an In Flames t-shirt (Colony album if that means anything to people here), the fedora and a pair of sunglasses). Renee was accosted by a brightly flaming man that told her that her skirt was just beautiful (with this tone like he wished he could rip it off her and wear it himself :-P). I found the contrast amusing.
We bought hair dye and by the end of the night I am going to be a red head. Pictures will be posted, I can't imagine that this color isn't going to show up right on film the way the purple hair did.
Renee spent some time looking for skirts in these Indian style clothing stores. Let me tell you something, I am so glad I do not wear anything that can be found in a place like this, these sales people are so pushy and obnoxious in a way that I have never seen anywhere else. And I'm not talking about one store, we stopped in two and there is another in the Towson mall that we're in all the time. Show even some slight interest and they'll crawl three feet up your ass until you actually buy something. Oh here, do you like this, or this, or this, or this, oh this one is so pretty don't you think (one that was pulled out like that was this peach colored thing with all these ruffles and I think was actually about the furthest thing from pretty and why would they think that's Renee's style anyway). She tried something on and one of those women actually knocked on the dressing room door and said she had a really pretty pink skirt that she was going to hold on to for Renee to see, we ran like hell out of there before we had to deal with that as well.
I don't know how anybody puts up with that. Oh my gods, I can find my own clothes thank you very much, I know what my own style is I don't need you picking out anything and everything for me, quit hovering and go the fuck away, I will call you if I need you. I can't stand it when people hover and try to shop for me, I can't stand people pushing everything in there on me with no thought whatsoever to what my tastes actually are. I have a hard enough time dealing with people as it is, that is just too much.
Not that they paid any attention to me, mind you. Though the both of us were flipping through the racks, I guess Renee with her hippy tie dyed skirts said that she was a customer and I, with my look described above, was to be ignored. Good thing I didn't see anything interesting there, I wouldn't have bought it on principal. :-P
Also swung by Barnes and Noble and was looking through the Halloween themed book table, including a Skull a Day book (some of the skull designs in there were very cool and impressive) and a book on zombie films. In looking through the latter book, I found mention of a movie I simply must share with you all, its one of those I can't believe someone came up with that and I simply must share it with others .
It is called Buttcrack. Its about a guy that can't stand his room mate who has a perpetual plumber's crack, accidentally kills the guy and the guy's voodoo practitioner sister brings him back to life with the curse that anyone who looks upon his still exposed ass crack will be turned into a zombie. And just in case you think I can't be serious, I assure you I am.
You know, sometimes I like watching movies with way out there sounding plots, things like Rabid and Teeth that I do want to watch for shits and giggles. This is ... uh, a little much even for me. :-P
We bought hair dye and by the end of the night I am going to be a red head. Pictures will be posted, I can't imagine that this color isn't going to show up right on film the way the purple hair did.
Renee spent some time looking for skirts in these Indian style clothing stores. Let me tell you something, I am so glad I do not wear anything that can be found in a place like this, these sales people are so pushy and obnoxious in a way that I have never seen anywhere else. And I'm not talking about one store, we stopped in two and there is another in the Towson mall that we're in all the time. Show even some slight interest and they'll crawl three feet up your ass until you actually buy something. Oh here, do you like this, or this, or this, or this, oh this one is so pretty don't you think (one that was pulled out like that was this peach colored thing with all these ruffles and I think was actually about the furthest thing from pretty and why would they think that's Renee's style anyway). She tried something on and one of those women actually knocked on the dressing room door and said she had a really pretty pink skirt that she was going to hold on to for Renee to see, we ran like hell out of there before we had to deal with that as well.
I don't know how anybody puts up with that. Oh my gods, I can find my own clothes thank you very much, I know what my own style is I don't need you picking out anything and everything for me, quit hovering and go the fuck away, I will call you if I need you. I can't stand it when people hover and try to shop for me, I can't stand people pushing everything in there on me with no thought whatsoever to what my tastes actually are. I have a hard enough time dealing with people as it is, that is just too much.
Not that they paid any attention to me, mind you. Though the both of us were flipping through the racks, I guess Renee with her hippy tie dyed skirts said that she was a customer and I, with my look described above, was to be ignored. Good thing I didn't see anything interesting there, I wouldn't have bought it on principal. :-P
Also swung by Barnes and Noble and was looking through the Halloween themed book table, including a Skull a Day book (some of the skull designs in there were very cool and impressive) and a book on zombie films. In looking through the latter book, I found mention of a movie I simply must share with you all, its one of those I can't believe someone came up with that and I simply must share it with others .
It is called Buttcrack. Its about a guy that can't stand his room mate who has a perpetual plumber's crack, accidentally kills the guy and the guy's voodoo practitioner sister brings him back to life with the curse that anyone who looks upon his still exposed ass crack will be turned into a zombie. And just in case you think I can't be serious, I assure you I am.
You know, sometimes I like watching movies with way out there sounding plots, things like Rabid and Teeth that I do want to watch for shits and giggles. This is ... uh, a little much even for me. :-P