tie me to the mast of this ship and of this band...
and then i was home for the first time in three days. oh boy do i have a shit ton of junk mail to clean out.
so since i quit being an environmental activist OR WHATEVER (srsly that job sucked monkey balls. the people i worked with/for were really nice, but anyone who tries to tell you that street canvassing is fun and exciting and a great way to earn some extra cashy money which PEOPLE WANT TO GIVE YOU, REALLY!! is a filthy liar and ought to be smote accordingly) i have been picking up odd jobs here and there while looking for steady work. today's adventure was working in a vegan icecream factory. hey chisoydairy fans, them fancy labels on your delicious pints and quarts-and-a-half? do you think they're done by machine? haha SUCKERS. yeah. that was pretty sweet. apparently em and i being girls helped us finish the day's order plus the extra surprise order in no effing time at all (i honestly think we did so well because we are girls. i also think there is a sociology paper in this somewhere. jesus and mary, why am i not in school now?! i am SO STOKED for higher education and the bullshit i am intending to pass off as such!!) and then we spent the rest of the day talking/reading internet articles about racism in firefly (and, to a lesser extent, the other aspects of the joss whedonverse).
surprisingly, i got my package today, and this stuff smells pretty goshdarn good. i'm a bit disappointed i can't really make out the pomegranate or, really, any of the fruit at all, and it's a bit too spicy for me to go "OMG I LOOOOOOOOOOVE IT!!!!!!" but it's not bad and maybe i'll grow to love it more as i get used to it and reconcile it with my ideal. this makes me wonder if i would truly enjoy this as much as i think i would. also, it appears to be off sale now, so i guess there is no rush anymore to decide.
so tonight, i went down to lollapalooza because sleater-kinney was playing and i couldn't stand not at least attempting to see them. in the end, i didn't sneak in and i watched the show through the fence because i could see pretty well and hear perfectly from where i was and the crowd was too huge for it to have made much of a difference even if i had snuck inside, the only thing is, if i'd had the opportunity to "run into them afterwards" (st-t-t-t-talk!!) i would have drawn them a cartoon or something (shit i don't even know if i had any paper in my pocket. i would have torn it out of my slingshot if i had to!) and told them they were amazing and i am so sorry to see them go and i love them forever but it's totally okay and thank you. honestly? even from where i was it was a good show. and i'm glad about it. i think symbols of things mean more to me than actual things. it was enough that i went to THE LAST SHOW I WILL EVER SEE THEM PLAY. i didn't need to be front-row for it. it may have actually felt exactly right to stare forlornly from outside the festival while hanging on the fence with a line of other cheap bastards. maybe that is weird. this is what i told The Girl™ about it (i used to be really weird about sharing any part of our correspondences with anyone, even if it was completely innoccuous and non-private and clearly had applications to the current situation, but maybe it doesn't matter if she isn't my girlfriend? i really don't know about this, but i am cut-and-pasting part of an email i wrote her tonight anyway): they seemed really good and full of energy and the show was nice from what i could tell. basically they played "the woods" plus, like, two other songs, but it was still good. so yeah. glad i went to not-quite their last show but close enough to it to make me indescribably sad that no one else will ever dance around really jerkily and mechanical while holding a guitar yet have it be so ridiculously sexy/endearing, a.k.a. like carrie brownstein. that was all i could think of during "let's call it love": no one else will ever do the carrie rockstar dance and if they do, it will feel artificial. but maybe she will be in other bands which will come to wherever i am living and that i will enjoy. maybe people felt the same way about excuse 17. i know it is not just me and that other people on my flist have their own relationships with s-k (and, like, i'm sure some of y'all JUST DON'T CARE) and may be feeling a similar way about this whole thing, or a completely different way, but that's what i thought. that OBVIOUSLY there will be other stuff, but this is the end of THIS thing and that's really, really all. so guys? if you're in a position to see their last show(s) i think you oughtta. it will be worth it. they in no way seemed like "oh, it's the home stretch, we can relax now". they were just still effing sleater-kinney.
tomorrow, bike-riding galore, returning telephone calls for once, possibly the ditty bops because i made some quick dinero today but possibly not because maybe i shall put it in the bank like a good girl and last, making the most amazing show poster i have ever concieved of. i love this design. if i can pull it off well, i'll be suitably impressed with myself. i don't mind admitting that it is partially inspired by miss r. polenzani's "pretty black ship" video. i am doing some hopefully awesome cut-and-paste work/copy art that would not exist without the pretty stars she danced in front of the pretty white ship. i really love that imagery and no, there are no stars on the poster, but i really like the idea and am running with it in a possibly creative way that is not too similar. fingers crossed.
so since i quit being an environmental activist OR WHATEVER (srsly that job sucked monkey balls. the people i worked with/for were really nice, but anyone who tries to tell you that street canvassing is fun and exciting and a great way to earn some extra cashy money which PEOPLE WANT TO GIVE YOU, REALLY!! is a filthy liar and ought to be smote accordingly) i have been picking up odd jobs here and there while looking for steady work. today's adventure was working in a vegan icecream factory. hey chisoydairy fans, them fancy labels on your delicious pints and quarts-and-a-half? do you think they're done by machine? haha SUCKERS. yeah. that was pretty sweet. apparently em and i being girls helped us finish the day's order plus the extra surprise order in no effing time at all (i honestly think we did so well because we are girls. i also think there is a sociology paper in this somewhere. jesus and mary, why am i not in school now?! i am SO STOKED for higher education and the bullshit i am intending to pass off as such!!) and then we spent the rest of the day talking/reading internet articles about racism in firefly (and, to a lesser extent, the other aspects of the joss whedonverse).
surprisingly, i got my package today, and this stuff smells pretty goshdarn good. i'm a bit disappointed i can't really make out the pomegranate or, really, any of the fruit at all, and it's a bit too spicy for me to go "OMG I LOOOOOOOOOOVE IT!!!!!!" but it's not bad and maybe i'll grow to love it more as i get used to it and reconcile it with my ideal. this makes me wonder if i would truly enjoy this as much as i think i would. also, it appears to be off sale now, so i guess there is no rush anymore to decide.
so tonight, i went down to lollapalooza because sleater-kinney was playing and i couldn't stand not at least attempting to see them. in the end, i didn't sneak in and i watched the show through the fence because i could see pretty well and hear perfectly from where i was and the crowd was too huge for it to have made much of a difference even if i had snuck inside, the only thing is, if i'd had the opportunity to "run into them afterwards" (st-t-t-t-talk!!) i would have drawn them a cartoon or something (shit i don't even know if i had any paper in my pocket. i would have torn it out of my slingshot if i had to!) and told them they were amazing and i am so sorry to see them go and i love them forever but it's totally okay and thank you. honestly? even from where i was it was a good show. and i'm glad about it. i think symbols of things mean more to me than actual things. it was enough that i went to THE LAST SHOW I WILL EVER SEE THEM PLAY. i didn't need to be front-row for it. it may have actually felt exactly right to stare forlornly from outside the festival while hanging on the fence with a line of other cheap bastards. maybe that is weird. this is what i told The Girl™ about it (i used to be really weird about sharing any part of our correspondences with anyone, even if it was completely innoccuous and non-private and clearly had applications to the current situation, but maybe it doesn't matter if she isn't my girlfriend? i really don't know about this, but i am cut-and-pasting part of an email i wrote her tonight anyway): they seemed really good and full of energy and the show was nice from what i could tell. basically they played "the woods" plus, like, two other songs, but it was still good. so yeah. glad i went to not-quite their last show but close enough to it to make me indescribably sad that no one else will ever dance around really jerkily and mechanical while holding a guitar yet have it be so ridiculously sexy/endearing, a.k.a. like carrie brownstein. that was all i could think of during "let's call it love": no one else will ever do the carrie rockstar dance and if they do, it will feel artificial. but maybe she will be in other bands which will come to wherever i am living and that i will enjoy. maybe people felt the same way about excuse 17. i know it is not just me and that other people on my flist have their own relationships with s-k (and, like, i'm sure some of y'all JUST DON'T CARE) and may be feeling a similar way about this whole thing, or a completely different way, but that's what i thought. that OBVIOUSLY there will be other stuff, but this is the end of THIS thing and that's really, really all. so guys? if you're in a position to see their last show(s) i think you oughtta. it will be worth it. they in no way seemed like "oh, it's the home stretch, we can relax now". they were just still effing sleater-kinney.
tomorrow, bike-riding galore, returning telephone calls for once, possibly the ditty bops because i made some quick dinero today but possibly not because maybe i shall put it in the bank like a good girl and last, making the most amazing show poster i have ever concieved of. i love this design. if i can pull it off well, i'll be suitably impressed with myself. i don't mind admitting that it is partially inspired by miss r. polenzani's "pretty black ship" video. i am doing some hopefully awesome cut-and-paste work/copy art that would not exist without the pretty stars she danced in front of the pretty white ship. i really love that imagery and no, there are no stars on the poster, but i really like the idea and am running with it in a possibly creative way that is not too similar. fingers crossed.