what cowboy’s ain't (gentlemen)
(formal update)
Goddamn. It feels like months since I’ve written anything at all. I write pages of things in my head throughout the course of a day and I so rarely bother to commit any of that stuff to word processor. It’s not forgivable!
It’s summer - I found a job. A damn fine job, actually. Well, better than any of my friend’s jobs: that’s something. In fact, within this job, I’ve come into a number of other smaller jobs; jobs that preclude the usual lethargy that sets in with all jobs that aren’t exactly what you want to do.
I make t-shirts.
Hell of a job, really. Looks like I might be making some designs/shirts for a website or two. Additionally: I’ll be outfitting a Japanese Rock band with custom fashions from the US. That is the cool part of my summer job, I suspect.
$8 an hour under the table and 60 hour work weeks. I’ve made about $1300 already! T’ain’t shabby, dabby!
What’s money though? A guy I talk to now once (often) said money isn’t really real. I used to think about that a lot. I thought it was short-sighted and selfish, really. Just something a person says for the sake of saying something of the subject.
I guess I understood it had some deeper meaning when I first heard it; I guess I didn’t consider what that meaning meant ‘til some time after.
I couldn’t say if money is real or not real. I always thought of money as a lubricant for life; so comparable with something like KY jelly, it’s uncomfortable. Here, I’ll have you think about it: having sex (vaginal intercourse, sure) a partner might want to use KY Jelly because of some arid genitalia or similar dysfunction. Now, following the sex, the KY Jelly isn’t there. You don’t really the see the remains of KY Jelly after its use - oh hell, you know it was there and anyone who looks at your face thereafter could tell it was there. Yet, there’s no real trace of it to speak of.
Money’s like that: makes life move smooth; then it’s gone.
I’ve done mostly ok with spending so far. Some of the more extraneous purchases include:
a half-working 1951 Royal typewriter for about $22 with a new ribbon
expensive Japanese food a couple times
a Cocaine White DS lite (on sale) with LostMagic and Yoshi’s Island
That DS lite really should have been a Navy DS lite.
See, I had this gentleman’s arrangement.
A Gentleman’s Arrangement with a cowboy. A cowboy down Chinatown.
This cowboy, who beat-walked like he had just won a fight without taking a hit, said he’d hold a Navy DS lite for me at a $180 price point in exchange for some advice on how to do certain things in California the involve E3 and illegality. Now, if you know something, you know that’s a deal.
So, this beat-walkin’ cowboy-man and I had a gentleman’s agreement for when I would pick up this thing.
This kowtow-talkin’ cowboy broke that agreement.
“OH HEY SORRY MAN! DUDE! WHY NOT COME TUESDAY OK THATS GREAT!”
Tomorrow’s Tuesday and I have to be in Massachusetts for a fistful of reasons. (hi dark steve/eric!)
Yeah. So, I get a call Sunday morning with a voice mail that confused me until it didn’t.
“*Chinese girl talking for a few minutes*”
I thought, “What the fuck?”
If someone is leaving me a voicemail, surely they’re going to listen to my voicemail introduction saying who I am, (me) where I’m not, (present) what I’m not doing, (picking up my phone) and what the caller can do, (leave a message) all in New Jersey English.
So, after hearing all that, this girl still went ahead and left me a lengthy message entirely in Chinese. (Don’t know which brand/dialect God.) I was baffled.
Then, I wasn’t.
I called the cowboy later and told him the deal was off because I couldn’t get down Chinatown on Tuesday (also I’d concluded by then that I was paying about $60 for a difference in color; I’m not hip enough to let that bother me too much right now.)
He was disappointed and offered me a glut of other deals and the like. (Nice of him to want to stay in business, I know.) He also mentioned that he had, earlier, had his wife call and explain why he couldn’t get the Navy DS in. “DID YOUE GET THE MESSAGE?”
“Oh. Yes, I got it.”
“GOOOD!”
No such thing as a gentleman’s agreement for a cowboy. Of course.
There’s a whole other story for how I bothered getting the white DS lite that I won’t bother you with. It’d be too pithy.
Yeah; my summer is going pretty well. If I can do some traveling, it’ll get a lot better. Seems like I’ll have the means to do so.
It’s a kind of lonely summer, so far, actually, Typically I’m very comfortable on my own; not so true right now. I get no phone calls and I don’t seem to have anyone to go to the movies with. Oh well, maybe that’ll change.
!
Oh: the new "The Gamer's Quarter" literally just came out. I have an article in it that shaper called the "only thing in the whole magazine that acutally talks about anything illegal." So I guess I'm proud of that.
Goddamn. It feels like months since I’ve written anything at all. I write pages of things in my head throughout the course of a day and I so rarely bother to commit any of that stuff to word processor. It’s not forgivable!
It’s summer - I found a job. A damn fine job, actually. Well, better than any of my friend’s jobs: that’s something. In fact, within this job, I’ve come into a number of other smaller jobs; jobs that preclude the usual lethargy that sets in with all jobs that aren’t exactly what you want to do.
I make t-shirts.
Hell of a job, really. Looks like I might be making some designs/shirts for a website or two. Additionally: I’ll be outfitting a Japanese Rock band with custom fashions from the US. That is the cool part of my summer job, I suspect.
$8 an hour under the table and 60 hour work weeks. I’ve made about $1300 already! T’ain’t shabby, dabby!
What’s money though? A guy I talk to now once (often) said money isn’t really real. I used to think about that a lot. I thought it was short-sighted and selfish, really. Just something a person says for the sake of saying something of the subject.
I guess I understood it had some deeper meaning when I first heard it; I guess I didn’t consider what that meaning meant ‘til some time after.
I couldn’t say if money is real or not real. I always thought of money as a lubricant for life; so comparable with something like KY jelly, it’s uncomfortable. Here, I’ll have you think about it: having sex (vaginal intercourse, sure) a partner might want to use KY Jelly because of some arid genitalia or similar dysfunction. Now, following the sex, the KY Jelly isn’t there. You don’t really the see the remains of KY Jelly after its use - oh hell, you know it was there and anyone who looks at your face thereafter could tell it was there. Yet, there’s no real trace of it to speak of.
Money’s like that: makes life move smooth; then it’s gone.
I’ve done mostly ok with spending so far. Some of the more extraneous purchases include:
That DS lite really should have been a Navy DS lite.
See, I had this gentleman’s arrangement.
A Gentleman’s Arrangement with a cowboy. A cowboy down Chinatown.
This cowboy, who beat-walked like he had just won a fight without taking a hit, said he’d hold a Navy DS lite for me at a $180 price point in exchange for some advice on how to do certain things in California the involve E3 and illegality. Now, if you know something, you know that’s a deal.
So, this beat-walkin’ cowboy-man and I had a gentleman’s agreement for when I would pick up this thing.
This kowtow-talkin’ cowboy broke that agreement.
“OH HEY SORRY MAN! DUDE! WHY NOT COME TUESDAY OK THATS GREAT!”
Tomorrow’s Tuesday and I have to be in Massachusetts for a fistful of reasons. (hi dark steve/eric!)
Yeah. So, I get a call Sunday morning with a voice mail that confused me until it didn’t.
“*Chinese girl talking for a few minutes*”
I thought, “What the fuck?”
If someone is leaving me a voicemail, surely they’re going to listen to my voicemail introduction saying who I am, (me) where I’m not, (present) what I’m not doing, (picking up my phone) and what the caller can do, (leave a message) all in New Jersey English.
So, after hearing all that, this girl still went ahead and left me a lengthy message entirely in Chinese. (Don’t know which brand/dialect God.) I was baffled.
Then, I wasn’t.
I called the cowboy later and told him the deal was off because I couldn’t get down Chinatown on Tuesday (also I’d concluded by then that I was paying about $60 for a difference in color; I’m not hip enough to let that bother me too much right now.)
He was disappointed and offered me a glut of other deals and the like. (Nice of him to want to stay in business, I know.) He also mentioned that he had, earlier, had his wife call and explain why he couldn’t get the Navy DS in. “DID YOUE GET THE MESSAGE?”
“Oh. Yes, I got it.”
“GOOOD!”
No such thing as a gentleman’s agreement for a cowboy. Of course.
There’s a whole other story for how I bothered getting the white DS lite that I won’t bother you with. It’d be too pithy.
Yeah; my summer is going pretty well. If I can do some traveling, it’ll get a lot better. Seems like I’ll have the means to do so.
It’s a kind of lonely summer, so far, actually, Typically I’m very comfortable on my own; not so true right now. I get no phone calls and I don’t seem to have anyone to go to the movies with. Oh well, maybe that’ll change.
!
Oh: the new "The Gamer's Quarter" literally just came out. I have an article in it that shaper called the "only thing in the whole magazine that acutally talks about anything illegal." So I guess I'm proud of that.