16 posts tagged “food”
Bored, sexually frustrated, etc.
Might go camping this weekend. It'll be a dudefest, and it'll definitely be pretty cold but at least it's something to do.
Drank a forty last night. I feel better right now than I have a right to feel. Slightly hung over, but more or less alright.
For some reason drinking that forty forced my sleep into some degree of normality.
Also, that thing I used to have where my jaw gets stuck open is back in full force. The worst part is popping it back into place. It's like some kind of weird muscle spasm, so pretty much I have to push it closed by pushing the popped-out muscle back into my face really hard. It still hurts and I've been having smaller spasms all morning. The second worst part was that I was eating a sandwich at the time. Having a soupy mess of pre-digested bread and Tofurky in your mouth is pretty gross when you can't swallow it. I ended up just sticking it in the fridge and finishing it this morning because my mouth hurt too bad to finish eating it and I was starting to feel a little sick from the pain anyway.
But the sandwich was a delicious way to start my morning, so it's all good.
Best news is I'm going to that awesome Thai place with my mom today after helping her find her tax guy's office. I don't know why my mom needs help finding her tax guy's office. I've attempted to describe the location to her several times, and that's not a difficult thing to do, since it's not a difficult place to find. But I have an awesome lunch in it for me, so who am I to complain?
I also really need to get laid. It's been seriously about a year since the last time. Too damn long.
So it was early. Despite the forecast of bad weather probably cancelling the barbecue we had planned, we're hoping to have a party tomorrow, or, at least, to go bar hopping or drink at someone's house, so dinner with the family was tonight. We went to my favorite Thai place, I had too much to drink, and now I am a good, happy, drunk.
This is how birthday dinners should be.
Halfway through the dinner, I put the hood on my sweatshirt up, and my dad decided to tell me I look like the unabomber. So I reached into my bag, pulled out my aviators, put 'em on, and started talking about how "I have a four square foot shack in Montana that I share with a typewriter and some rats. It's very scenic."
I'm still wearing the aviators.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I am going to have another and have a smoke, and then maybe watch a movie or something.
Well, here I am, after a good night's sleep. Sort of. I didn't sleep last night, so I figured I'd sleep like a log tonight. And, well, I did. Except I woke up at 3:00 in the morning. Which is strange because I'm usually up until 3:00 in the morning. Or later. I should probably stop doing that. I IM'ed Alex, though, and he, Jake, and Erik were still hanging out. Which in itself is kinda bizarre. Not that that's abnormal in any way, but I probably would've been there, had I not decided I'd rather play guitar 'til noon, last night.
Went to bed (well, kinda fell on my bed, "rested my eyes" for a minute, which turned into a few hours) at like 7:00 PM. Wake up, and it's still dark out, and the paper's not even on the doorstep yet. I guess it's still better than waking up in the mid-afternoon. But I'm still gonna be goddamn tired by like 5:00 tonight.
I got some new records yesterday. They were kind of a belated "Christmas present." Insound had them backordered when my mom ordered them, but they finally came. I got Ease Down the Road by Bonnie 'Prince' Billy and The Earth is Not a Cold Dead Place by Explosions in the Sky. I haven't listened to the latter yet, but the Bonnie 'Prince' Billy is exactly what you'd expect from him, post-I See a Darkness. I'll write more about it later, though.
I also finally have a new box for my record collection, so I can fit all my stuff in it again. Here's what it looks like now:
Ain't it pretty? I have more records than both of my parents combined. I think that's awesome rather than excessive, for some reason.
Anyway, I'm gonna scrounge for some food. I think I have some Field Roast vegan sausages lying around to make a sammich with. By the way, Field Roast's stuff is damn tasty, and I'm pretty sure it's all vegan. You should give it a try.
I've got a few things I need to do sometime in the next couple days. I'm going to make drew a mix CD ('cause I, unfortunately, do not have a tape recorder), and then I've gotta get that Christie Front Drive record mailed off to him. I might stick a couple other things in there, but I'm undecided on what those things will be, right now.
Oh, and there are a couple shows I'm looking forward to. Liars and No Age are playing at the Neurolux, end of this month. The New York Dolls are playing at the Sleazy, end of next. I don't know how "right" it could possibly be without Johnny Thunders, but I doubt I'll ever get an opportunity to see the New York Dolls ever again, so I might as well!
If your Vox Neighborhood had a potluck dinner tonight, what dish, drink or dessert would you bring?
This one:
Okay, first off, I'm not in San Diego. Neat.
Second, I'm now a two-OS man. I'm running Ubuntu again. I'm thinking I'll stick with it this time, and maybe even stop dual-booting XP unless I run into lots of huge annoyances again, this time. So far, though, it's working just like it should've last time. Having a motherboard that doesn't suck balls and fuck up every 10 minutes makes all the difference.
Third, Thursday night. I went and hung out with Dave. He was too scared/clumsy to come out to spots that I would've been afraid of a couple years ago. We ended up making a Del Taco run and then wandering around 'til we got bored. Not a terribly exciting night by a lot of peoples' standards, but it was kinda nice to not be all excited for once.
Fourth, last night. Erik called me up and we went to the Record Exchange. I picked up a record involving Justin Greaves from Electric Wizard and Dominic Aitchison from Mogwai. The band is called Crippled Black Phoenix, and, well, I'm listening to it now and can't really talk about it in detail (although I will, once I give it a few listens), but I dig it so far. It's definitely softer and poppier than I expected. But it's kinda softer and poppier in more of a "Mogwai" way than in some way you'd expect from a band that has a dude from Electric Wizard in it. Oh, and there are vocals on most of the tracks, which I didn't expect at all. Thanks go out to Justin at the Record Exchange for telling me about this one last time I saw him.
After that, we went and got drunk. Then we went back to Erik's house, where I ended up giving drunken tarot card readings all around (I'm good at bullshitting cards I don't know sober; suck at it drunk), and then I ended up hanging out with Dustin and Mike (not that Mike) for a while, while I slowly sobered up enough to drive home.
This morning, I woke up, and no one was around. I fed my sister's fish, her frogs, the cats, and not the dog 'cause she'd already been fed. Her hamster's cage (complete with hamster!) is on the floor in the other room. I have to keep shooing the cats away from it.
Anyway, I guess that can only mean one thing: naked week has begun! I'm sitting around sipping a Sierra Nevada, but since I've only had one, I'm gonna put some clothes on and go record shopping.
Oh, and I'll probably be at the Viva Voce/Aqueduct show at Neurolux. Boise kids, mark your calendars, 'cause you should probably be there! Unless you're actually kids, 'cause it's 21+. Smoosh was originally on the show, but they got pulled from it 'cause they couldn't legally play at Neurolux, since they're like 13 and 15 or something like that. Also, I'll probably make it out to La Piovra at Veterans Park, even though I have no idea where that is right now. Hardcore, Italian, Youth Attack, etc. Probably worth checking out, and I think Pussygutt and Manville (with a new-ish singer, I heard - last time I saw 'em, Jamie was still in the band, vag-ing it up) are playing it, too.
Today was kinda shitty, actually.
I get woke up at 9 AM. The police are at the door, looking for me, trying to connect me with some kid's dry ice bombing joyride. Apparently, whoever got their mailbox blown up decided to go look for the person who did it. And, of course, he's totally sure it was me. So here's where I totally overthink this whole thing and ramble on, proving my already more-or-less established innocence. There may also be a paragraph at the end about food.
Okay, I've been in a situation a lot like this one before. A couple years ago, my sister's car was broken into. I actually watched the guy do it. I sat there trying to figure out both what the guy looked like, and what they were driving. My window has a pretty clear view of the street, but honestly, I couldn't even tell you anything but that it was a light colored, 80's model pickup truck, and there were two white guys, one about medium height with a beard, in it that kicked out the windshield the first time they drove by, even right after it happened. As for the license plate, it was even lit, and I couldn't make it out.
So apparently this guy who reported me, watching from some place that was, more likely than not, indoors and out of sight, saw a nondescript dude (the cop told me the guy saw me there, whatever that means, presumably to try to scare me into talking) in a white 90's-model Cavalier (perhaps the most generic-looking car on Earth) with specifically my license plate number blow up his mailbox. Smell a little like bullshit?
It's definitely rather interesting, considering that, not only did my car not budge an inch since yesterday afternoon, but I was actually right here in my house all last night, talking on IM's, jacking off, listening to records, playing video games, and pretty much just doing a bunch of stuff that didn't involve blowing up mailboxes in the slightest.
So the cops try their "scare tactics." The whole "you've got two strikes against you already, one more and we're arresting you" bullshit. I let them look through my car, where, of course, they found precisely jack shit. The younger cop told me he didn't want to look like an idiot if the soda bottle came back from the crime lab with my prints on it. A rather amusing statement, considering my prints aren't even on file, and also considering that the odds of a case like this being taken very seriously, or even being looked into by the "crime lab" when they're so busy with their summer meth busts and a few pretty big murder cases is next to nothing.
So eventually they decided that I probably didn't do it, and decided to leave, saying they'd "follow up." I'm betting they won't, but then again, I really wouldn't put it past them to waste even more of my time, if they don't find someone else.
After that whole thing, I went back to sleep, being pretty tired and all. Then I woke up and realized I had absolutely nothing to eat. So on a totally empty stomach, I went over to the Co-op and got a huge pile of food. I came back, ate some, and started feeling a bit sick from the heat (it was about 103 degrees out, today). So I pretty much spent a good chunk of the rest of the day drinking until I was too tired to notice the throbbing in my head and my bloated-ass gut anymore. And now, it's time for sleep.
My day started out with me looking like this:
Yeah, I stayed up way too late. First thing in the morning, I went out for a ride on my bike and watched the sun come up. I ran a copy of an American Football CD over to Paige at Lucy's ('cause she asked me for one). She gave me free coffee. That was pretty nice. Then, I mowed the lawn. Then, my mom wanted to take me out to lunch, but I was just too tired and crashed. About four hours later, Erik called me up and we went downtown for a while. Eventually that ended up turning into a burrito run, which eventually turned into a trip to the record shop for me. I crashed my car into a wall behind Del Taco 'cause I'm a shitty driver. Luckily, there was absolutely no damage whatsoever to either the wall or my car, since I didn't hit it very hard. At the record shop, I picked up two albums I've already mentioned on here on vinyl (I had them on CD, before):
So that was pretty sweet. The Godspeed You! Black Emperor record has a bunch of stuff that's not on the CD, and the Built to Spill record is a reissue with a bonus track. Bitchin'. Now Built to Spill just needs to get around to reissuing Ancient Melodies of the Future and all the early stuff.
I got back to my car, and realized I still had Erik's bag in my backseat. So I drove it over to his house. His neighbor was standing out in front of his house, and he gave me shit for the weeds and for Erik and his friends playing music in the shed (despite my insisting "I don't live here; it's not my problem"). So I offered Erik to help them clean that shit up. I don't know if they'll take me up on it, but it sounds like a lot of their neighbors are pretty pissed off about the damn weeds. Anyway, that's my Friday the 13th. It's been a pretty lucky day, actually. And now it looks like a thunderstorm is coming. I love storms. What a kickass day.
My sister might actually be coming through and hooking me up with her computer. It's not the best computer on the planet, but it's better than nothing, and she doesn't actually use it anyway.
Today Alex and I played some rock music in his parents' living room. That was pretty sweet.
Then I ate three massive burritos (my stomach still hates me a little bit for all the sweet, beany goodness I gave it).
After that, I watched some movies.
And now I'm online.
Today was pretty low-key, I guess.
So maybe tomorrow or the day after, I'll have my own computer again. Maybe.
Time for bed, now.
Today I spent more time than usual around my dad (not the one who won't talk to me; the other one). It was good times. My family had massive piles of meat (gross) for dinner, but I made an epic sandwich. Chopped Tofurkey beer brats, Follow Your Heart mozzarella, and mustard on a bagel.
Nick sent me this Daytrotter Sessions thing, which, sorry to say, I had no idea existed. They have some really awesome live sets on there. Maybe you should listen to some of them. Especially The Foundry Field Recordings. Seriously excellent band, that not nearly enough people are into.
My parents took me out to lunch today. I was cool with that. The place they took me, though, was utter dogshit. I asked the waitress if I could get sushi. She said they only serve it on the other side of the restaurant. Both are owned by the same people, and it's the same building, and the same business. So I go to the other side of the restaurant. I ask if the veggie roll is vegan. The girl at the counter just kinda laughs at me, and condescendingly tells me, "probably not." So basically, fuck those yuppie pieces of shit.
I ended up getting drunk, instead of eating anything. The beer sucked, but it was hard to care too much.
It was fucking awesome.
My Pop Unknown record came today. Apparently Deep Elm wants $36 for the Low Level Owl LP. Fuck that. Too damn much, especially considering one LP from them runs 10 bucks. I'd drop no more than 25 on the set. But that might just be me being drunk.
I think I'm-a go walk somewhere.
