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Mar. 18th, 2002 12:56 amDoop de doop. So, first real entry I suppose. Got back to House of 13 Doors today right as Mike and Maggie (favoritest roommates who I haven't had sex with or been related to) are leaving to go slay dragons (note: this is not code for kinky sex, I'm pretty sure they actually were going to go slay dragons, with pointed dice at least (Subnote: I'm pretty damned stream of consciousness, so get used to nested parens. You can play along at home and make sure I close them properly)). Chitted and chatted. Mike suggested I start reading Christopher Moore books, so after telling them I had a livejournal now and waiting for the laughter to die down, I went up to the bookshelf and picked one up. So I am now reading "Island of the Sequined Love Nun" which is a truly smashing title, and almost as much fun to have people stare at me about as when I was a wee lad and didn't know any better than to read Piers Anthony. Who really names a book targetted at preteens "The Color of her Panties"? It's just a bad idea.
Anyway, not very far into IOTLSN yet, but it's fairly amusing thus far. The following sentence is thus far my favorite
...He didn't really understand religion. It was like heroin, or golf: He knew a lot of people did it, but he didn't understand why...
Not exactly my view on religion. I do understand why other people might be interested, but it's always been completely unfathomable for me personally. I remember one of my high school social studies teachers had a big spiel about how religion existed to answer three questions "1: How did we get here? 2: Why are we here? 3: What happens when we die?." Personally, the answers "1. Don't know 2. Don't care 3. We just stop" are perfectly acceptable to me. If you find that these words have touched you and changed your life, feel free to give me money, and I'll get you a copy of my inspirational pamphlet. Hrm, ok, quite enough of that tangent for now.
Oh, wait, vaguely on the subject of religion, I think once I'm done reading Christopher Moore books I'm going to go back and reread all my Douglas Coupland. Douglas Coupland is one of my favorite authors, and his books always have just enough non-denominational spirituality in them portrayed well enough to make me wonder if I might be missing something by not believing in anything (Note: if I did believe in a cosmic power (and on some days I do), I've always been fond of believing in irony as a personification rather than an abstract concept, as it seems like as good an idea for a supreme being as any other. Quoth Spider Robinson (coincidentally one of Hep's favorite quotes) "God is an iron"). Ok, really done with religion tangent now. Moving on.
So, anyway, after that I was bored for a while. Headspace not good, and I'm mainly running on sleep deprivation punchiness to keep myself on a level keel, and that only lasts so long, so I decided to see if friends want to hang out to prevent myself from potentially moping out and crashing (and of course because I love hanging out with my friends). So, after feeling a couple of people out about general plans for the day, wandered around the neighborhood looking for a missing car, came to the conclusion that missing car was most likely towed, went to retrieve towed car, was accosted by a nic-fitting squeegee wielder, barely escaped with life, attempted to eat thai food, failed to eat thai food, got in touch with more friends, decided to go to the east bay and game, attempted to eat mexican food, succeeded in eating mexican food. Ok, I'm really bored with that method of writing now. Switching gears. Post-mexican food, went to retrieve soft ice cream which occasionally I get a craving for. When I get a craving for soft ice cream that means fosters freeze (It would mean Dairy Queen, but there aren't many in the bay area). Occasionally I get a craving for hard ice cream, and that means Baskin & Robbins, or Ben and Jerry's OR a really good safeway select flavor I found recently that has cheesecake and a dark cherry ribbon in it. Mmmmmm. Anyway, procured much ice cream as all of the gamers were interested in soft ice cream as well. Had one of those panicky "GAH! I just spent 30$ on shakes (and a reeses peanut butter twister for me (Sidenote: Decided later I should have gotten a peach shake. Well aware that if I had gotten a peach shake I would have wanted a reeses twister))" feelings then reminded myself that people would pay me back for most of it. Feeling thus relieved ventured off to geek. Dispensed many milkshakes then got down to some serious Settlers of Catan playing with the new Cities and Knights rules (well, new to us). Hrm, sudden urge to hyperlink settlers stuff to the website. Not going to cuz I'm lazy (but not lazy enough to not tell you everything going through my head apparently). Was much fun. There were far too many people to actually play, so we had some teams, and some random hecklers. Listened to good music procured by Numa-Dan. Had mild down-turn in headspace when a modified version of the Beatles Yesterday came on and my head immediately jumped to the last time I had heard it, which was just post-breakup and it was one of those awful days when every store picks the absolute worst thing to play just to mess with you. And then later I saw Hep and told her about it, and sung it to Zoe and Zane in the car to get them to go to sleep.
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh I believe in yesterday
Why she had to go, I don't know, she wouldn't say. I said, something wrong now I long for yesterday
Tangent: You know for being exposed to the goth scene, and what one would think would be a truly great mass of depressing music, you still can't beat the Beatles for a good tear jerker. For No One is my number one awful breakup song.
And in her eyes, you see nothing, no sign of love behind the tears. Cried for no one, a love that should have lasted years.
You stay home, she goes out. She says that long ago she knew someone, but now he's gone, she doesn't need him
Yeah, try beating that for misery content. Anyway, back to my day. Everyone in the room is singing along to Yesterday, so I manage not to lose myself in my head too badly. Game is much fun. Lots of people, but there's enough silliness going on that it works out. My team emerges victorious. Bow before my Settlers might. Anyway, by this time several hours have passed, so it's off to Au Coquelet for late night food and general chitchat. Drag race our way across Berkeley and Oakland. Try calling some more friends to meet us there, but everyone is out, EXCEPT for everybody's favorite pair of pants, Eric. The entire table wardials Eric until he's convinced that we're a lot more fun than a bar. We all make bets on what Eric's first words upon showing up will be. I vote "Dude", other votes include "Sup" and "Uh". We all end up losing as his first words are "I hate you guys". Damn... Table eventually breaks up. Drop Eric back home without hitting any cars or signs whatsoever (against his advice). Get dropped off back at House of 13 Doors. Have not yet received email I was hoping for. Headspace wonky and off kilter. Overcompensating with punchiness. Feel a bit like a stranger in my own head. Or not a stranger per se, but that stage of alteredness (be it alcohol or hallucinogen or whatnot) where you realize that you're not acting quite like yourself, but before you just stop caring. As such I'm wound up emotionally and wanting to do something to make it stop or make it better but am well aware that I can't really trust my head at the moment. Like dropping acid and then being given a couple thousand dollars. You might do the right thing, but it's a lot more likely that you'll end up naked in a pool filled with whipped cream and marmosets.
Ok, hrm. Took me all of a day before posting content. I'm so proud of my restraint. Do I have anything to add to this at the moment? Don't think so. Ok, submitting. Oh yeah, if anyone has a good headshot of me for my livejournal icony thing, I'd appreciate it. I should probably think of some interests and a bio or whatnot also. Bleh. Not now. I will however state for the record that I like pandas.
Anyway, not very far into IOTLSN yet, but it's fairly amusing thus far. The following sentence is thus far my favorite
...He didn't really understand religion. It was like heroin, or golf: He knew a lot of people did it, but he didn't understand why...
Not exactly my view on religion. I do understand why other people might be interested, but it's always been completely unfathomable for me personally. I remember one of my high school social studies teachers had a big spiel about how religion existed to answer three questions "1: How did we get here? 2: Why are we here? 3: What happens when we die?." Personally, the answers "1. Don't know 2. Don't care 3. We just stop" are perfectly acceptable to me. If you find that these words have touched you and changed your life, feel free to give me money, and I'll get you a copy of my inspirational pamphlet. Hrm, ok, quite enough of that tangent for now.
Oh, wait, vaguely on the subject of religion, I think once I'm done reading Christopher Moore books I'm going to go back and reread all my Douglas Coupland. Douglas Coupland is one of my favorite authors, and his books always have just enough non-denominational spirituality in them portrayed well enough to make me wonder if I might be missing something by not believing in anything (Note: if I did believe in a cosmic power (and on some days I do), I've always been fond of believing in irony as a personification rather than an abstract concept, as it seems like as good an idea for a supreme being as any other. Quoth Spider Robinson (coincidentally one of Hep's favorite quotes) "God is an iron"). Ok, really done with religion tangent now. Moving on.
So, anyway, after that I was bored for a while. Headspace not good, and I'm mainly running on sleep deprivation punchiness to keep myself on a level keel, and that only lasts so long, so I decided to see if friends want to hang out to prevent myself from potentially moping out and crashing (and of course because I love hanging out with my friends). So, after feeling a couple of people out about general plans for the day, wandered around the neighborhood looking for a missing car, came to the conclusion that missing car was most likely towed, went to retrieve towed car, was accosted by a nic-fitting squeegee wielder, barely escaped with life, attempted to eat thai food, failed to eat thai food, got in touch with more friends, decided to go to the east bay and game, attempted to eat mexican food, succeeded in eating mexican food. Ok, I'm really bored with that method of writing now. Switching gears. Post-mexican food, went to retrieve soft ice cream which occasionally I get a craving for. When I get a craving for soft ice cream that means fosters freeze (It would mean Dairy Queen, but there aren't many in the bay area). Occasionally I get a craving for hard ice cream, and that means Baskin & Robbins, or Ben and Jerry's OR a really good safeway select flavor I found recently that has cheesecake and a dark cherry ribbon in it. Mmmmmm. Anyway, procured much ice cream as all of the gamers were interested in soft ice cream as well. Had one of those panicky "GAH! I just spent 30$ on shakes (and a reeses peanut butter twister for me (Sidenote: Decided later I should have gotten a peach shake. Well aware that if I had gotten a peach shake I would have wanted a reeses twister))" feelings then reminded myself that people would pay me back for most of it. Feeling thus relieved ventured off to geek. Dispensed many milkshakes then got down to some serious Settlers of Catan playing with the new Cities and Knights rules (well, new to us). Hrm, sudden urge to hyperlink settlers stuff to the website. Not going to cuz I'm lazy (but not lazy enough to not tell you everything going through my head apparently). Was much fun. There were far too many people to actually play, so we had some teams, and some random hecklers. Listened to good music procured by Numa-Dan. Had mild down-turn in headspace when a modified version of the Beatles Yesterday came on and my head immediately jumped to the last time I had heard it, which was just post-breakup and it was one of those awful days when every store picks the absolute worst thing to play just to mess with you. And then later I saw Hep and told her about it, and sung it to Zoe and Zane in the car to get them to go to sleep.
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh I believe in yesterday
Why she had to go, I don't know, she wouldn't say. I said, something wrong now I long for yesterday
Tangent: You know for being exposed to the goth scene, and what one would think would be a truly great mass of depressing music, you still can't beat the Beatles for a good tear jerker. For No One is my number one awful breakup song.
And in her eyes, you see nothing, no sign of love behind the tears. Cried for no one, a love that should have lasted years.
You stay home, she goes out. She says that long ago she knew someone, but now he's gone, she doesn't need him
Yeah, try beating that for misery content. Anyway, back to my day. Everyone in the room is singing along to Yesterday, so I manage not to lose myself in my head too badly. Game is much fun. Lots of people, but there's enough silliness going on that it works out. My team emerges victorious. Bow before my Settlers might. Anyway, by this time several hours have passed, so it's off to Au Coquelet for late night food and general chitchat. Drag race our way across Berkeley and Oakland. Try calling some more friends to meet us there, but everyone is out, EXCEPT for everybody's favorite pair of pants, Eric. The entire table wardials Eric until he's convinced that we're a lot more fun than a bar. We all make bets on what Eric's first words upon showing up will be. I vote "Dude", other votes include "Sup" and "Uh". We all end up losing as his first words are "I hate you guys". Damn... Table eventually breaks up. Drop Eric back home without hitting any cars or signs whatsoever (against his advice). Get dropped off back at House of 13 Doors. Have not yet received email I was hoping for. Headspace wonky and off kilter. Overcompensating with punchiness. Feel a bit like a stranger in my own head. Or not a stranger per se, but that stage of alteredness (be it alcohol or hallucinogen or whatnot) where you realize that you're not acting quite like yourself, but before you just stop caring. As such I'm wound up emotionally and wanting to do something to make it stop or make it better but am well aware that I can't really trust my head at the moment. Like dropping acid and then being given a couple thousand dollars. You might do the right thing, but it's a lot more likely that you'll end up naked in a pool filled with whipped cream and marmosets.
Ok, hrm. Took me all of a day before posting content. I'm so proud of my restraint. Do I have anything to add to this at the moment? Don't think so. Ok, submitting. Oh yeah, if anyone has a good headshot of me for my livejournal icony thing, I'd appreciate it. I should probably think of some interests and a bio or whatnot also. Bleh. Not now. I will however state for the record that I like pandas.