Month: February 2003

  • Wednesday, February 26, 2003

    I help you
    talk to aliens.  Some of you have been wondering what the deal is here
    recently.  The slight observer’s of you noticed my web page completely
    black for the past week.  The completely confused of you thought the page
    had disappeared or something was wrong with your computer.  The remembering
    of you thought it was a predecessor to the new web page.  (still in
    production)  The very astute of you found the secret hidden message.
    But, alas it turns out the black page with the hidden message was all just part
    of an elaborate plan to catch the attention of a particular lady.  I
    absolutely hate asking a girl out.  I think it’s embarrassing.  Others
    have told me i’m too proud.  But there’s a fine line between being too
    proud and not wanting to get hurt.  If i dont ask, i wont get rejected.
    But, i don’t mind asking if i’m relatively sure of success.  So, i drop
    hints, leave clues that would give me an idea for the go ahead.  A teddy
    bear and candy gift basket on valentines day, and a series of unreturned
    messages and elaborate just downright trickery should of led the victim to this
    page with the black writing.  A phone call would of ensued that a website
    they were visiting had a problem and the secret message would be revealed.
    The resulting reaction would determine the future.  yea, i’m psycho.
    alas, it all went unnoticed.  but, in the event you, and you know who you
    are i hope, do eventually see this, call me.  My problem is i mistake
    kindness for flirting and flirting for kindness.  It’s hard for me to judge
    the intentions of a lady.  it’s gotta be pretty obvious or i’ll walk away
    and say to myself wow, she sure was nice.  or wow what a great smile.
    or i’ll walk away and think maybe something was there, when there wasn’t.
    I pull up into a drive through and the cute lady at the window compliments me on
    my car.  is that flirting?  i express love for the artist of a cd i
    find on someone’s desk.  i’m constantly asked why i’m single or when am i
    getting married.  It all turns out that the girls i’m interested in aren’t
    interested in me and the girls interested in me i’m not interested in.  In
    other words, i’m too picky.  so when i find an interest, i have to let them
    know cuz its few and far between.

    Now, on with the show.
    Have you seen the mlife commercial where the couple gets on the bus and there’s
    no seats together?  they sit separately and send messages back and forth on
    their phones.  The background music sings “She’ll talk to you with no one
    else around
    But only if you’re able to entertain her”  If you listen to the whole song,
    you’ll see the song is hardly a love song.  Get the CD by

    Kings Of Convenience
    and listen to Toxic Girl.

    by some method, i found an interesting weblog.
    reverse cowgirl check it out. I
    recently bought a

    Gamecube
    .  They’re running a great promotion that you buy one and you
    can get 1 of 4 games for free. so i chose

    metroid prime
    .  i must say i’m very impressed with it.  While i’m
    pimping Amazon, be sure to order the

    Spirited Away
    DVD.  This is the movie i made two road trips just to see
    in the theater.  very nice.

  • Monday, February 17, 2003

    upcoming show at
    Front Row this Friday night, Feb 21.  Start at 9:00 pm till round midnight.
    come see us!  Here in the middle of another ice/snow/sleet/coldashell
    storm.  apparently the con goers at
    katsucon
    in northern Virginia got an
    extra day of con.

  • Tuesday, February 11, 2003

    i haven’t
    written much lately, so here’s my make up.  enjoy – i was enthralled
    tonight with 24 on FOX and immediately after the show, the 10 o’clock news came
    on with news of terror alerts here in the US.  The news gentlemen stood on
    one half of the screen explaining to the viewers things they need to buy to be
    prepared for a terrorist attack while on the other half was a large bullseye
    with the huge words terror alert and a red background all the while insisting it
    is not meant to frighten the public.

    want frightening news
    ?  they continued to explain that the US is under
    the 2nd terror alert after the 9/11 attacks over a year ago.  that an
    attack is more than likely going to happen at the end of this week, when some
    holiday of theirs ends.  and it will happen in multiple locations.
    new
    terror alert

    so my adventures this past weekend.
    Friday night i ventured to Chapel Hill to see my friend pretzel boy and
    associates play their 2nd gig at The Cave.  i didn’t get any signed CD’s
    this time, however.  maybe that will change soon?  Well, I had never
    ventured onto Franklin Street before.  To those not from here, Franklin
    Street is the place thats very close to UNC Chapel Hill college, and within
    about a 2 mile stretch there’s about 999 burger joints, soda shops, bars,
    clothing stores, whatever.  with everything so jammed packed, and the place
    i’m trying to find really being a cave.  I drove up and down all around,
    trying to find this The Cave.  never found it.  gave up.  so i
    parked somewhere at random where i saw a bunch of people, got out and figured id
    find it quicker if i walked.  so that i did.  too bad i picked the
    opposite end of the 2 mile stretch to park on than my destination.  and
    also too bad i started out going the wrong way.  so as i walked down
    Franklin Street, i passed shop after shop.  bar after eating joint.
    groups of people after strange individuals.  i saw everyone saying hi to
    each other, giving high fives and all to their college buddies, and here i am.
    25 years old, luckily i look like i’m 18.  walking alone.  down
    franklin street.  a small group is ahead of me and i watch them pass by
    another group of people.  a girl standing on the sidewalk with dyed red
    hair hits one of the passerby’s with her pocket book.  they laugh and
    continue on.  i was soon to follow, and as i passed by, she reached around
    and slapped me on the ass with her pocket book.  i was about to turn
    around, but what would i say?  i just laughed and continued on until i got
    to the last stoplight where there’s actually not another bar across the street
    so i turned around.  i walk back up franklin street looking at the numbers
    on the buildings trying to establish some sort of pattern so it would help me
    find my way.  and of course, i pass the same lady again, she hits the
    person in front of me, but she’s too distracted laughing to hit me as i pass by.
    i was kinda disappointed.  come on, that’s probably the first time a girl
    has touched my ass in over a year.  dont laugh.  of course hindsight,
    i should have said to her, ok you slapped mine, now i get to slap yours.
    but alas it didnt occur to me at the moment.  so i walk and walk and i pass
    an old black man on the street.  he says spare any change?  i said to
    him no thanks and quickly continued walking.  and i walked and walked and
    walked and actually got too far that i decided not to turn around and find my
    car because i thought the walk back would be longer than the walk forward.
    i passed another lone black elderly man.  he says excuse me sir.  i
    said no thanks again, and continued on.  i heard him behind me, no thanks?
    what the hell’s that supposed to mean?  i continued on.  HEY he
    screamed.  forcing the people in front of me to turn around too.  i
    didn’t, just continued on.  finally, i see ahead the sign for The Cave.
    i would have never found it driving around.  i mean, it’s in the basement
    of some other obscure shop.  you have to walk down a crack in between two
    buildings where they managed to place some steps, you get to the bottom of these
    steps to a dead end.  you immediately have three options.  a black
    door on your left.  a black door on your right and turn around and go back
    up the steps.  with no sign on either door, when i got to the bottom the
    only clue i had was the blaring music coming from the left door.  so i
    ventured into opening the left door.  a large thump hit my chest as the
    music filled out into the city air.  i had to duck to enter the door.
    the place was very dimly lit.  i felt like i was walking onto the stage.
    the door is right beside where the artists play.  this place is very small,
    and with the crowd it gets, it’s even smaller.  the ceiling and walls are
    covered in misshapen plaster.  it’s very small, really like a cave.
    there is a small bar.  they serve water, beer and Doritos.  that’s it.
    i find pretzel boy sitting at a closeby table, along with Berb, Jason, Marsha,
    Mike, and Sue.  (in no particular order).  i went over to greet them
    which took all of about 3 steps.  and i realized i was blocking the view of
    the table behind them.  so i sat down on the floor and enjoyed … some
    other band.  sorry.  but if pretzel boy was right, some of the members
    from Squirrel Nut Zippers was in it.  3 man band, 2 acoustics and 1 bass.
    i liked the music.  then it was time for freak boy to jump on, so that he
    did and played and played.  and i remembered all (well almost all) the
    songs from years ago when he introduced me to his demo tapes.  it was nice
    to hear them fledged out with drums and bass and all.  and to be heard
    played live, by a band.  but i never pictured freak boy to be in a band.
    sorry.  guess that’s like i never pictured myself doing the dj’ing i’m
    doing.  so anyway, Sue actually took the first two pictures on my camera,
    and Mike the last 2.  #4 is the best, you can see everyone there.  so
    anyway, the band played, they ended.  and after they packed up, we all left
    so the next band could get up.  it was then that i realized most of the
    people in the cave of The Cave was the to see pretzel freak and friends.
    the place cleared out quick.  I mean, John even showed up during the last
    song, so that made 8 of our group, and the other band members and quite a few
    people there too.  i bet the next band felt kinda silly getting up there
    with no audience.  we left there and as we climbed the mountain of stairs,
    there was another elderly black man asking for money from all of us!  freak
    boy said i dont have any money, i’m a musician.  and the guy just stood in
    awe and disunderstandment.  we walked to almost everyone’s car.  john
    parked elsewhere since he came in very late, and i of course didn’t know where i
    parked.  but somehow we managed to take 4 other cars to find my car, and
    then we had a 5 car caravan to Dimpsey’s house.  its amazing we all stuck
    with each other through chapel hill and I40.  anyway, we get there, we just
    kinda strolled on in and met the other people there, some i had seen at The Cave
    earlier.  took up seating arrangements in the living room and i confessed
    to Marsha that i felt wierd just coming into someone’s house i didn’t know,
    seating down and taking a break.  but, that we did, and we mingled along
    and looked at Dimpsey’s wonderful tile patio work.  admired his recording
    studio and things of the sort.  finally we left there, and went on home.
    late, got home about 1:30 or so.  stayed up on the computer browsing round,
    checking email and the like.  went to bed.  woke up at about 9:30 in
    the morn and made peaches and cream oatmeal and commenced to watching the sat
    morn cartoons.

    Saturday, February 8, 2003 – 2:01 am – so
    i got in a while ago from seeing a great band, Down By Avalon.  Was at The
    Cave in Chappel Hill, NC.  pretzelboy (Alan) was the front man with
    acoustic guitar and vocals, and performed wonderfully along with Dimpsey (bass),
    David (drums)  and Jeff (electric).