Shows, Fights, and a Theory (and a little bitching and moaning)
The Sleeytime Gorilla Museum show on wednesday was amazing. AMAZING.
The opening band, Secret Chiefs 3, was awesome. i really really loved them. i didn't expect that much out of an opening band, and though i had heard them before and remembered i liked them, i wasn't expecting to be blown away like i was. they played an hour and a half long set, which is really long for an opening band, but they deserved it. ^_^
But SGM... oh. my. god. i hyperventilated during their encore, they took my breath away so thoroughly. They performed only three old songs, because they're promoting a new album, but their new material is just as amazing (if not moreso) than their older stuff.
They played "Phthisis"!!!!! I was so moved... and "The Donkey-Headed Adversary of Humanity Opens the Discussion" and "Sleep is Wrong." The last one was their encore song, and they did such crazy amazing shit with it... just... GAH.
After the show i was standing in the foyer with Scott, who was kind enough to provide transportation, and Dorian, who bought my ticket. I said soemthing about wishing i could meet Carla, the violinist/vocalist/whatever-else-ist that i had been practically worshiping for nearly 2 years now, and the guy pointed out that at that very moment, she was not 15 feet away, selling t-shirts. So i ran over there and asked 2 favors of her: one, that she give an autograph (of course) and two, that she marry me. i gave her a ring, put it on her finger and everything, and after that, she said, "Well hey, we just got married, we have to kiss." then she grabbed my face and kissed me square on the mouth (gaaaaahhhhd such soft lips) and as i began to stumble away, completely flustered and quite frankly ecstatic, she called back in a scene straight out of a bad romance flick and said, "Wait! What's your name?!" lol
so when they tour again in may/june to promote their new album, i'll have to see if she remembers her wife. ^_^
*glee*
On another note, there was a very interesting encounter in the square today. i was chilling with my homies after devouring my first ice cream stuffs of the warming weather, and some guy came out and started yelling at us. YElLING. i guess one of us had opened the bathroom door wrong, and the guy in charge of them came out and just freaked. he threatened to begin breaking noses, then threatened with the cops, and bitching about how every time we were present in the square, the bathrooms got all fucked up with graffiti and all, and how it was all our fault that he had to stay late and be away from his kids and all... the funny thing is, he was such a dick, SUCH a dick, that he had no problems with going to jail for breaking noses when a fifteen minute clean-up pised him off because it kept him away from his family. he said so himself. he was SO offensive, told all of us to shut up when we tried to explain that we haven't done anything to his bathrooms, and at the end of it all, he looked at ME, and asked, "well, since this is resolved," which was total bs, he just felt resolved after a lot of screaming and cursing, "arent you going to give me a smile?" i just looked at him, totally shocked and amazed that he would ask that, after a few personal attacks directed towards me that were totally uncalled for, shook my head, and said in a bit of disbelief, "no." so he got all pissy again and told me that we were going to have a very bad time with each other this summer.
of all the impetuous, assholish things.
I mean, of course i didn't do anything to help the situation. I piped right up in the middle of his half-hour outburst and said that he had no reason to be rude or forceful with us as we had obviously done nothing wrong, and when he said that he was just an offensive person naturally, i said that it wasn't an excuse and that there existed a little thing called decency (which he obviously had no concept of). but as far as the entire event went, i did nothing more to exacerbate things. and he still threatened to call the cops because i was giving him lip.
sometimes i fucking hate people. they say one negative comment to someone takes twenty positive ones to neautralize it. i think that's the same with my opinion on the human race. And regretfully, there is not a 20:1 ratio of mean:nice people. At least, since they're rarer to come by, the nice people stand out in one's mind.
Well, i am officially a resident of Fort Collins, as i have made my first enemy.
I heard a fact somewhere that, just before the legendary flood of Noah, a person had a 1 in 20 chance of being murdered. I was thinking, on the walk home from old town tonight, that perhaps instead o one small island being the legendary Atlantis, perhaps it was the whole world, doused in water and destroyed. The way the legends go, Atlantis was a highly advanced society, with technology we don't have yet, and philosophers, etc. But perhaps it was just a snapshot of our future. They seperated from the earth, obsessed themselves with technology, and with advancement comes an increase in corruption, in the high places and the low places. From government to street rats. Perhaps eentually our society will "advance" to the point Atlantis did, with all the crime and corruption they had. God knows we're well on our way.
I started a job yesterday. I work at DirecTech, a home service provider for DirecTV. I'm a dispatcher (in training). I hate it. not only is it boring and monotonous, deals with lots of phones, and sitting in a cubicle all day, but GOD, one thing i've learned already is how obsesed people are with ther televisions. I got a call today in which the customer stated, and I quote, "I neeeeed my TV." Whiny as fuck. Desperate. Pathetic. I mentioned it to a coworker and he told me in reply that he actually had a customer cry over the phone becuse thy couldn't get their TV fixed soon enough.
I have a hard time thinking about working with this kind of person, this subspecies of human so desperately attaached to their tv. I wonder, do they call it a boob tube because it's so important in their life that they neeeeeed it to survive, like a baby at it's mother's breast? If television is the breast society is sucking on, then no wonder we're turning out so fucked up. The television is the breastmilk of a crackwhore alcoholic world, and just about everyone here is turing into/has become a crackbaby with only one arm and less than half a brain.
I refuse to work for a company that promotes this dull-witted clientele lifestyle.
As much as i need the money, i have serious moral issues with this kind of business. People should think for themselves, not take in the poison the boob tube blatantly mainlines into them. FUCK. THAT.
So, after two days, i've already decided to go in tomorrow and turn in my headset (read: ball and chain) and resign. It's not that i'm lazy. I would love a job that i could get behind. But as it is, i cannot support that kind of morally bankrupt consumer/business crap.
The opening band, Secret Chiefs 3, was awesome. i really really loved them. i didn't expect that much out of an opening band, and though i had heard them before and remembered i liked them, i wasn't expecting to be blown away like i was. they played an hour and a half long set, which is really long for an opening band, but they deserved it. ^_^
But SGM... oh. my. god. i hyperventilated during their encore, they took my breath away so thoroughly. They performed only three old songs, because they're promoting a new album, but their new material is just as amazing (if not moreso) than their older stuff.
They played "Phthisis"!!!!! I was so moved... and "The Donkey-Headed Adversary of Humanity Opens the Discussion" and "Sleep is Wrong." The last one was their encore song, and they did such crazy amazing shit with it... just... GAH.
After the show i was standing in the foyer with Scott, who was kind enough to provide transportation, and Dorian, who bought my ticket. I said soemthing about wishing i could meet Carla, the violinist/vocalist/whatever-else-ist that i had been practically worshiping for nearly 2 years now, and the guy pointed out that at that very moment, she was not 15 feet away, selling t-shirts. So i ran over there and asked 2 favors of her: one, that she give an autograph (of course) and two, that she marry me. i gave her a ring, put it on her finger and everything, and after that, she said, "Well hey, we just got married, we have to kiss." then she grabbed my face and kissed me square on the mouth (gaaaaahhhhd such soft lips) and as i began to stumble away, completely flustered and quite frankly ecstatic, she called back in a scene straight out of a bad romance flick and said, "Wait! What's your name?!" lol
so when they tour again in may/june to promote their new album, i'll have to see if she remembers her wife. ^_^
*glee*
On another note, there was a very interesting encounter in the square today. i was chilling with my homies after devouring my first ice cream stuffs of the warming weather, and some guy came out and started yelling at us. YElLING. i guess one of us had opened the bathroom door wrong, and the guy in charge of them came out and just freaked. he threatened to begin breaking noses, then threatened with the cops, and bitching about how every time we were present in the square, the bathrooms got all fucked up with graffiti and all, and how it was all our fault that he had to stay late and be away from his kids and all... the funny thing is, he was such a dick, SUCH a dick, that he had no problems with going to jail for breaking noses when a fifteen minute clean-up pised him off because it kept him away from his family. he said so himself. he was SO offensive, told all of us to shut up when we tried to explain that we haven't done anything to his bathrooms, and at the end of it all, he looked at ME, and asked, "well, since this is resolved," which was total bs, he just felt resolved after a lot of screaming and cursing, "arent you going to give me a smile?" i just looked at him, totally shocked and amazed that he would ask that, after a few personal attacks directed towards me that were totally uncalled for, shook my head, and said in a bit of disbelief, "no." so he got all pissy again and told me that we were going to have a very bad time with each other this summer.
of all the impetuous, assholish things.
I mean, of course i didn't do anything to help the situation. I piped right up in the middle of his half-hour outburst and said that he had no reason to be rude or forceful with us as we had obviously done nothing wrong, and when he said that he was just an offensive person naturally, i said that it wasn't an excuse and that there existed a little thing called decency (which he obviously had no concept of). but as far as the entire event went, i did nothing more to exacerbate things. and he still threatened to call the cops because i was giving him lip.
sometimes i fucking hate people. they say one negative comment to someone takes twenty positive ones to neautralize it. i think that's the same with my opinion on the human race. And regretfully, there is not a 20:1 ratio of mean:nice people. At least, since they're rarer to come by, the nice people stand out in one's mind.
Well, i am officially a resident of Fort Collins, as i have made my first enemy.
I heard a fact somewhere that, just before the legendary flood of Noah, a person had a 1 in 20 chance of being murdered. I was thinking, on the walk home from old town tonight, that perhaps instead o one small island being the legendary Atlantis, perhaps it was the whole world, doused in water and destroyed. The way the legends go, Atlantis was a highly advanced society, with technology we don't have yet, and philosophers, etc. But perhaps it was just a snapshot of our future. They seperated from the earth, obsessed themselves with technology, and with advancement comes an increase in corruption, in the high places and the low places. From government to street rats. Perhaps eentually our society will "advance" to the point Atlantis did, with all the crime and corruption they had. God knows we're well on our way.
I started a job yesterday. I work at DirecTech, a home service provider for DirecTV. I'm a dispatcher (in training). I hate it. not only is it boring and monotonous, deals with lots of phones, and sitting in a cubicle all day, but GOD, one thing i've learned already is how obsesed people are with ther televisions. I got a call today in which the customer stated, and I quote, "I neeeeed my TV." Whiny as fuck. Desperate. Pathetic. I mentioned it to a coworker and he told me in reply that he actually had a customer cry over the phone becuse thy couldn't get their TV fixed soon enough.
I have a hard time thinking about working with this kind of person, this subspecies of human so desperately attaached to their tv. I wonder, do they call it a boob tube because it's so important in their life that they neeeeeed it to survive, like a baby at it's mother's breast? If television is the breast society is sucking on, then no wonder we're turning out so fucked up. The television is the breastmilk of a crackwhore alcoholic world, and just about everyone here is turing into/has become a crackbaby with only one arm and less than half a brain.
I refuse to work for a company that promotes this dull-witted clientele lifestyle.
As much as i need the money, i have serious moral issues with this kind of business. People should think for themselves, not take in the poison the boob tube blatantly mainlines into them. FUCK. THAT.
So, after two days, i've already decided to go in tomorrow and turn in my headset (read: ball and chain) and resign. It's not that i'm lazy. I would love a job that i could get behind. But as it is, i cannot support that kind of morally bankrupt consumer/business crap.