my life is boring, ergo, a journal entry
so for our anniversary brandon got me an old old old vhs copy of return of the jedi. when i say old three times fast, i mean OLD. as in classic illustrated cover, vhs, still shrink wrapped. so anyway tonight we opened it up and started watching it, only to discover it's from 1987. 1987!
can you comprehend how utterly awesome that is? keeping in mind i'm of the school of thought that "the older, the crappier, the better." untouched by any damned computer, this is star wars in its full cheesy early 80s glory. the bluescreen on the rancor made me so excited i had to go to the bathroom.
anyway i just wanted to update to remind you all that, in case you forgot, i'm a dork. to whit: today while fucking around at the record store, i found a 45 of "whip it" and "girl u want" for $2. $2! unfortunately i could only scrounge up $1.78 in change [they wouldn't take a card for something that small, and anyway seeing as we're $1000 short on the rent that was due last friday i figure i probably shouldn't be buying stuff, but car change is ok], and the damn clerk was insistent on that last 22 cents. so now it's a matter of principal that tomorrow after work i take my tips and blow it on as many scratched singles as i can. and if anyone gets to it before me, i will raze this watery town to the ground, so help me god. but at least i'll have my records. and chewie. oh, chewie.
also, poll: it's my brother's birthday on saturday. should i get him a present? on the one hand, he's my brother, but on the other hand i am contractually obligated to buy records. also he didn't get me anything for my birthday and he's kind of a douche.
ps i'm going to start doing commission paintings now that i actually have free time. anyone interested? is it arrogant to ask that? why does everything in this room smell like damp laundry? so many questions.
can you comprehend how utterly awesome that is? keeping in mind i'm of the school of thought that "the older, the crappier, the better." untouched by any damned computer, this is star wars in its full cheesy early 80s glory. the bluescreen on the rancor made me so excited i had to go to the bathroom.
anyway i just wanted to update to remind you all that, in case you forgot, i'm a dork. to whit: today while fucking around at the record store, i found a 45 of "whip it" and "girl u want" for $2. $2! unfortunately i could only scrounge up $1.78 in change [they wouldn't take a card for something that small, and anyway seeing as we're $1000 short on the rent that was due last friday i figure i probably shouldn't be buying stuff, but car change is ok], and the damn clerk was insistent on that last 22 cents. so now it's a matter of principal that tomorrow after work i take my tips and blow it on as many scratched singles as i can. and if anyone gets to it before me, i will raze this watery town to the ground, so help me god. but at least i'll have my records. and chewie. oh, chewie.
also, poll: it's my brother's birthday on saturday. should i get him a present? on the one hand, he's my brother, but on the other hand i am contractually obligated to buy records. also he didn't get me anything for my birthday and he's kind of a douche.
ps i'm going to start doing commission paintings now that i actually have free time. anyone interested? is it arrogant to ask that? why does everything in this room smell like damp laundry? so many questions.