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Back from a weekend of musical concerts, alcoholic intoxication, tasty Pho, and rabid sex in the dark.
Depeche Mode was fucking INSANE. Those guys have been around for more than twenty years, but they still know how to put on an amazing show. Their stage setup was like a bizarre retro-50s spaceship with colored light arrays and a odd overlapping of giant screens. The screens served to show filtered video of David being rendered in real time. A few times they showed a single image broken and distorted by their orientations. It was a really cool effect. In addition to playing some of the best songs from their new album "Playing the Angel", they drew upon some of their older hits like "Enjoy the Silence" and "Never Let Me Down". The crowd was so enthusiastic that they did two full encores. It was truly badass.
After making our way from the concert to a crowded bar, I managed to get drunk. I may be in my mid-twenties, but somehow I haven't yet learned that its bad to gulp down drinks when you don't know what they are. My liquid lover for the evening was a lovely concoction called Lemon Drop that I had never tasted before. Being thirsty from singing and screaming my ass off, I gulped most of it down in the first ten seconds. On an empty stomach. Within about twenty minutes, I was dancing in my chair, licking my glass provocatively at Julia, and making everyone laugh at my ridulously low tolerance. That little lemon did get me smashed, it did.
Its a wonderfully fun thing to walk through overpriced Palo Alto stores and laugh at the latest fashions. The clerks always look mortified, as if a designer name like Karen Fuckwit and a four figure pricetag are supposed to earn my respect for a maroon nylon horse blanket posing as a classy dress. Come on, at least pretend you have talent and vision and some clue as to how to dress the female body. Christ, some of the cuts coming out of these stores look like they are meant to accent the curves of a over-microwaved Peep rather than a human woman. Victoria's Secret is like a violently pink train wreck these days. Where the hell has the DESIGN portion of the Designer job gone??? These smarmy bastards are so obsessed with thinking outside the box that they neglected to notice the three incontinent hobos moving into said box and competing in feats of fecal arson. When the hell are we going to see ATTRACTIVE STYLES come back into style. Ok...rant concluded.
For those of you going some distance for Thanksgiving, don't forget to duck out early on Wednesday, lest you face the full wrath of the highway gods. They demand a fair number of human sacrifices around the holidays, so please do let the cell ring and watch your collective asses. Happy turkey day to one and all. Should you want to lose a few pounds after the feasting, give Krav Maga a try.
Depeche Mode was fucking INSANE. Those guys have been around for more than twenty years, but they still know how to put on an amazing show. Their stage setup was like a bizarre retro-50s spaceship with colored light arrays and a odd overlapping of giant screens. The screens served to show filtered video of David being rendered in real time. A few times they showed a single image broken and distorted by their orientations. It was a really cool effect. In addition to playing some of the best songs from their new album "Playing the Angel", they drew upon some of their older hits like "Enjoy the Silence" and "Never Let Me Down". The crowd was so enthusiastic that they did two full encores. It was truly badass.
After making our way from the concert to a crowded bar, I managed to get drunk. I may be in my mid-twenties, but somehow I haven't yet learned that its bad to gulp down drinks when you don't know what they are. My liquid lover for the evening was a lovely concoction called Lemon Drop that I had never tasted before. Being thirsty from singing and screaming my ass off, I gulped most of it down in the first ten seconds. On an empty stomach. Within about twenty minutes, I was dancing in my chair, licking my glass provocatively at Julia, and making everyone laugh at my ridulously low tolerance. That little lemon did get me smashed, it did.
Its a wonderfully fun thing to walk through overpriced Palo Alto stores and laugh at the latest fashions. The clerks always look mortified, as if a designer name like Karen Fuckwit and a four figure pricetag are supposed to earn my respect for a maroon nylon horse blanket posing as a classy dress. Come on, at least pretend you have talent and vision and some clue as to how to dress the female body. Christ, some of the cuts coming out of these stores look like they are meant to accent the curves of a over-microwaved Peep rather than a human woman. Victoria's Secret is like a violently pink train wreck these days. Where the hell has the DESIGN portion of the Designer job gone??? These smarmy bastards are so obsessed with thinking outside the box that they neglected to notice the three incontinent hobos moving into said box and competing in feats of fecal arson. When the hell are we going to see ATTRACTIVE STYLES come back into style. Ok...rant concluded.
For those of you going some distance for Thanksgiving, don't forget to duck out early on Wednesday, lest you face the full wrath of the highway gods. They demand a fair number of human sacrifices around the holidays, so please do let the cell ring and watch your collective asses. Happy turkey day to one and all. Should you want to lose a few pounds after the feasting, give Krav Maga a try.