Last night while playing around on a website for "outsider music" I found an album by Johnny Legend called " True Murders"(mp3s behind the link). This stuff is awesome, I mean it has songs about Bugsey Siegel, the Black Dahlia and Bonnie & Clyde.

In other news I felt like crap this morning. Not sure why, but sleep didn't really work last night. It is entirely possible that I have not been eating enough, but what am I going to do? Rob a bank so I can eat like a king? 

I am off work tomorrow, so I am tempted to go out and get goofy tonight. Of course I will probably just end up back at Common Market drinking Mango Tea...since we all know I am gay for Mangoes.

Current Mood: working

Yesterday I went by the old house and picked up my last remaining pile of junk. My job is to now unpack and get everything sorted in the new place. I would also like to frame some of the prints and stuff I have and start decorating the new place. I would also like to get a yoga mat, since I will be ending my gym membership (gotta save that money!).

Last night I was going to join bolahead  and bloodkitty  for dinner at Dish, but Dish was closed! Instead, we wandered over to Lupie's where we were joined by Brian. Pretty much everytime I go to Dish I get the quiche, and this time I tried the crab and asparagus one, which as awesome. I later showed bolahead&bloodkitty my new apartment and went down to Pineville to drop off bolahead. It was really nice to be able to see people rather than sit on my ass at the old house in the middle of nowhere.

I have found no problem with sleeping in the new place. I have been waking up earlier and getting work feeling more energetic. Perhaps I had given off too many bad vibes at the old place? 

Current Mood: working

 
I have developed an uncomfortable fascination with this house. It sits on 7th Street next to a cooking store and near the corner of Hawthorne and 7th. If you were to drive by this house you might not even notice it due to the overgrown bushes and such. I slipped around the back of some of the building around there, and this house's back yard is also overgrown with a path leading up to the back. I am unsure if anyone lives here, but I can easily imagine someone "un-living" here...

I wonder, what is inside?

Current Mood: dorky

ganked from bloodkitty  !

Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you (eventually) five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.

the words she gave me were:

1) DaitoRyu: This is the martial art that my brother and I are learning. It involves me getting thrown on the ground and twisted into a variety of pleasing (and unpleasing) shapes. I started studying it about 4 years ago and I intend on continuing to practice it for years to come. This past spring I got to go to Japan and had a wonderful time meeting people who practice the art. I think it is good to have at least one healthy hobby...

2) Hair: I have an unhealthy relationship with my hair. I was born with very curly, thick and wirey hair. In some circles I am called "Wilder" after Gene Wilder (think Young Frankenstein era!). I also have a habit of twisting my hair when I am either nervous or lost in thought, this often leads to me sprouting antennae or horns (in the eye of the beholder) since my hair will keep any shape that I mold it into. Oh yeah, I tend to like women with at least shoulder length hair...

3) Megalomania: I suffer/benefit from a particularly nasty case of narcissism. I often daydream that I am capable of almost cartoonish levels of supervillainy...but actually I am rather nice. I will admit that I can be dangerously self absorbed sometimes...

4) Dapper: This is a word I would definitely not self-apply. I am told that I clean up well, unfortunately these moments are rare and I more often than not look homeless. I do look good in a suit...but also somewhat morbid. I wish I could find some Dapper Dan pomade tho...

5) Music: I listen to a wide variety of "awful" music. I like to ramble on about music to people, often late at night when I have had too much to drink. It is also very common for me to never like anything current, everything I generally listen to is either out of style or decades old. I unfortunately do not play any instruments (aside from the clarinet), but I often joke that I am going to form a band in some horribly obscure genre.
 

Current Mood: amused

 I have now spent 2 nights in the new place. It is great to be able to walk to Fuel Pizza at 9:30 last night when I suddenly had a hanker for a hunk of cheese...pizza that is. 

This morning I took a really long goofy walk before I ended up at Novas where I purchased a muffin. Then another long rambling walk back to the apartment. A "whore's bath" later and I am sitting on my floor listening to Cocteau Twins and updating this journal (I don't have a desk). 

My Mom is picking me up in a while for lunch and then we are going to pick up a few things at my old house (papers, my brush and bath sponge, some food). 

Current Mood: amused

I am really going to be happy when this move is over, when I can finally get back to a normal sleep and work out schedule. My body feels awful...
My car is currently full of boxed up books, cds, movies and other junk. After work I will be picking up the keys to the new place so I can dump this stuff off before returning home and finishing my packing. Tomorrow morning my friend Herr Houch is going to help me load up the furniture and get it to the apartment. I will probably spend a couple days early next week doing some cleaning work at the old place after work and getting all the pantry stuff out of there. I really have a lot of old clothes that I don't wear anymore, so I need to drop some crap off at Goodwill sometime soon.

I don't think I got any benefit from sleeping last night and my brain feels fried. Ugh, so much to do tonight...

 

Current Mood: busy

This dude does not like dealing with utility companies.
This dude is rapidly losing his mercy...

Current Mood: amused

Last night I had a really nasty battle with insomnia. I tried to go to sleep around 11, I might have drifted off around 4. I know I took a walk somewhere during that time period, but still it really sucked. I think I only got like 2 hours of sleep, whats weird is I know I felt tired, but my body simply didn't want to sleep. Now I am at work with that terrible look in my eye that some of you know too well.

My father is obsessed with that Cabo Fish Taco place in NODA. We always end up eating there on rainy thursday nights.

Last night I began sorting through cds in an attempt to pick out what ones I want to get rid of. I started discovering discs I had not listened to in years...so while I am definitely ripping them onto the iMac, I should have a pretty neat pile to take to Manifest on Saturday.

Other than a feeble attempt at capitalism I don't have much planned for this weekend. Want to blast The White Album and try to start a race war? 

Current Mood: tired

Woah! A woman has been arrested due to her bunny addiction! I always knew people in Oregon were weird...

Current Mood: amused

With the wide variety of domestic issues, and the seemingly monthly shitstorm of foreign policy problems...do you think having one person as President is still feasible? Can one man deal with all these problems at once? I mean when does he get to sit around having martinis like FDR? 

Sometimes I think we should invest the Secretaries of the Interior and State with more power so that they can work semi-independently of the President so that things done, the President makes sure that they don't try to kill each other. Sorta like how the Roman republic used to have two Consuls.

Back to Secretary of State, I think we need to remove some of the power of the Defense Dept. and place it back in State. I remember that being one of the strangest things I read in the "911 Report" was how since WW2 and especially since Vietnam the Defense Dept. has taken over many of the duties of the State dept (especially in the areas of intelligence and nation building).

Eh, none of these ideas are that good. In any case we would have a blood bath with the most hardcore individual coming out on top as a quasi-dictator. Of course a little dictatorship isn't a bad thing sometimes....

Comments?

Current Mood: working

Contrary to popular opinion, I am not gay for mangoes.

Current Mood: amused

I am coming down with some sort of coughy sneezy nonsense, perhaps this lovesick doctor needs a good leeching? There are ants in my bathroom. I am feeding them to the spiders. Sooner or later I am going to need to find a way to feed these spiders to a bird...

Current Mood: dirty

I had a dream last night that I was in a wooden shack out in the woods. There was a girl there, but I don't think I was able to see her. Just aware that she was there. I was trying to clean up. It was then that I was attacked by what at first looked like a black widow spider. It fell on my left arm, and I immediately thought it was a black widow, it had the same shape and coloring. But! Then it began to burrow itself into my arm, swelling like a tick as it fed on me, it began to make tunnels through my arm just under the skin. In these tunnels it was laying lots of glowing green eggs. I don't remember there being any pain, probably because I was shocked and terrified by watching the black-widow-tick creature do it's work. Eventually I slapped it hard with my right hand causing my skin to burst open and the creature to be smashed into pulp. I then used the strangely sharpened fingernails on my right hand to basically tear my left arm apart digging out all the glowing green eggs in fear that they would simply hatch and start the infection all over again. I spent the rest of this dream in a futile attempt to get someone to take me to a doctor

I wonder what some of those dream dictionaries (the type girls in highschool must have been issued with samples of Tide) would say about this.

Some of you might have enough context to guess my interpretation...
 

Current Mood: working

Well not much has been going on this week. I've been working and watching a lot of television. Had some pretty good nights at Daitoryu and finally got back to the gym yesterday. My dad's birthday was Wednesday, but we didn't do anything till last night when we all had dinner together.

Finally got around to watching "The African Queen" last night. TCM is probably my favorite cable channel, and I will miss it when I get rid of cable during the move. I mean they followed Bogart and Hepburn with "Seven Samurai"! My brother does a really good job of imitating the "Kurasawa Peasant", basically looking like someone with really bad constipation.

My step mom accused my dad of doing nothing but work, sleep and eating. That seems to be all we ever do and then we die.

I am really getting sick of all the media coverage on this guy from the Holocaust Museum. First I see Glen Beck use it as an excuse to go off on Rev. Wright! Then I hear all this crap about domestic terrorism, and how they are going to pile a whole lot of charges on this guy. First! This guy is 88 years old, do you think he cares how many years he gets in prison? Second! In my opinion this wasn't terrorism. This was a guy that wanted to go out in a blaze of glory and take some people with him. Terrorism usually has some sort of goal, this guy was just a mass-murdering goofball.

Blah!!!

Current Mood: bored

"To the end of the night" by The Doors 

Take the highway to the end of the night
End of the night, end of the night
Take a journey to the bright midnight
End of the night, end of the night

Realms of bliss, realms of light
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to the endless night
End of the night, end of the night
End of the night, end of the night

Realms of bliss, realms of light
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to the endless night
End of the night, end of the night
End of the night, end of the night

Heh, look out people, I have been blasting The Doors all morning. When I was 12 I basically stole my father's Doors records. I would fall asleep at night with headphones on playing anything I could by the band. I read their goofy biography "No One Gets Out of Here Alive" while I was still in middle school.

I remember I hated the stuff they would play on the "oldies" stations when I was a kid, mainly late 50s early 60s stuff. Now the mid-60s early 70s stuff I like is older than the "oldies" were when I was a kid. The industrial/goth stuff I listen to is now as old or older than The Doors records I played when I was 12. I don't know maybe I just never really like anything that is new, only what is old.

Well, at least The Doors still puts me "that mood"

Current Mood: amused

David Carradine has been found dead. Of all the stuff he did I used to totally love Kung Fu: The Legend Continues...it was so awesomely bad.

Current Mood: working

The smell of chlorine and hamburgers
Burned finger tips from fresh french fries
You and I are smiling

Current Mood: bored

Something is wrong with my mouth. It hurts when I open my mouth wide, like in a yawn. I think I might have injured my jaw somehow. I don't think its a tooth because it doesn't hurt all the time. Just back in imy left joint when I open my mouth, move my mouth funny, and occasionally grit my teeth.

I don't like this