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Thursday, September 28, 2000
Went to see Dancer in the Dark last night. Holy emotional devastation, Batman. It was terribly manipulative and melodramatic (and I still feel like Lars von Trier is a misogynistic jerkwad) but still an unnerving and effective look at frustration and single-mindedness and repression. Definitely worth seeing.
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Tuesday, September 26, 2000
I have this sinking feeling I'm going to end up missing the season premiere of Buffy tonight because I'll have to work.
I remember a time when I didn't really watch TV, and I read Adbusters & thought about Voting Nader. I didn't buy records on major labels because they were Evil, and I bought lots of clothes at thrift stores. Now I'm worried about missing Buffy, I'm listening to Madonna, and I'm shopping for brand name jeans online. Principles schminciples. Indie schmindie. I know I was once an intellectual but it's so much more fun to be a Young Gay Consumer instead.
I still think I'll vote Nader though.
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Monday, September 25, 2000
Last week was the most heinous work week I have EVER had. Some might accuse me of being Somewhat Slack but the fact is that I've pretty much poured my heart and soul into my job. I work at a small (no! not small! cozy! intimate! comforting! not small!) club in Manhattan and sometimes I feel like I'm the only person who works there -- I almost am, I spend half my workday sitting alone in a windowless office... Sometimes shows get kind of intense and require an inordinate amount of handholding/paperwork/phonecalling/emailing/shouting. Last week it felt like everything was going to explode at any minute and take me with it. So I was pretty psyched today to get a nice little Cash Bonus from the bosslady & bossman, plus a box of cookies from a thankful customer I had helped out on Friday. Excellent! Then, just when it seemed like everything was going My Way, our DSL line went out. Again. Sigh.
I think I'm going to go home now and play DDR in slooooowed dooooown training mode. The bf said this makes it hard for him to live (the music gets all sludgy, you see, and I have to play it loud so I can hear it over my stomping) but I need my training. They may make DDR an Olympic event in 2004, you know.
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Friday, September 22, 2000
Are you a ch*bby ch*ser?
"What is the matter with you? Literally, what is the matter with you? Are you a ch*bby ch*ser?" Excuse me while I scrape myself off the floor. That link will take you to mightybigtv.com, which is one of my favorite sites of all time -- what I need you to do is click on "Popular" and then read the interview with Leslie Grossman who plays My Personal Hero Mary Cherry. The second season premiere is TONIGHT at 9 on your local WB affiliate (if you're American, natch). Arm your VCRs. N.B. I am so tired of sticking asterisks in posts.
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Thursday, September 21, 2000
Should I get one of these? So cute. And with programmable ring tones! I still love my 5100 but next to this it looks so big and clunky. Sigh. My desire for gadgets will never be sated.
The bf and I bought our VCR last night. We wussed out on the amazing multi-format Samsung and got a Cheap Ass Panasonic instead. The remote control offends all of my aesthetic sensibilities but otherwise I'm pretty pleased with it. I finally cataloged a few more of my tapes, I'm hoping to find all the episodes of Popular that I need to put up on the website and get them DONE before the premiere. Which is, uh, tomorrow. OK scratch that. I'm going to try to have them done by the end of the weekend. We'll see how that goes.
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Monday, September 18, 2000
Some really lousy DDR pictures are up now. They are mostly of Laurel's butt (red skirt) and Julie's butt (jeans). Sorry ladies. My favorite is the crude panorama shot that I put together in the darkness. Everything's probably misaligned but hey whatever.
I think I need to make an index page for all my photo pages as they're all kind of hidden and this is right now the only place to find them. I make my thumbnails and pages using QuickNailer, which is great, but I need to concentrate and build better headers and footers and indexing so I can keep track of them. Yay. Another damn geek project. Sigh.
The bf and I spent Sunday at his dad's art show in Brooklyn. I don't think he sold as many pieces as he wanted to, but it was still a rather interesting experience. The woman who presented the show had been living in this huge, multi-room gallery space for 20 years, but now she's being evicted because it isn't a residence. At first I thought that sucked, but then I met the woman and she wasn't very nice so now I'm more in the oh-well-sucks-to-be-her-but-she-IS-a-bitch-afterall-so-she-deserves-it camp.
We spent most of the show walking around from gallery to gallery being civil but eventually I folded and dragged out my book and sat down to read for a bit. I've been reading Snow Crash this week, about 5 years after everyone else -- I picked it up because a friend mentioned it at the same time I noticed it mentioned on a website, and you know what Agent Cooper always said about two events that occur simultaneously. (Actually, now that I think about it, I can't remember exactly WHAT Agent Cooper said but I know it was something about not ignoring two things that are mentioned together or something like that. How can I live by his words if I can't even keep them straight in my head?? Brownie points for the first person to email me the correct quote, ok?)
Anyway, where was I? Oh, Snow Crash. The downtime at the gallery gave me time to finish reading it. I really enjoyed some of the linguistic and religious theories, and most of the story was really quite funny and exciting, but the ending wasn't all-that. Still, I'd place it pretty high on my recommended-cyberpunk-reading list.
On the agenda for tonight: Buy a VCR before the new season of Popular starts on Friday (and convince the bf that we need a multi-format machine so we can watch PAL videos!), then head to Julie & Megan's for another DDR rehearsal. Someday I will be as good as Irene Cara in Flashdance. I will.
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Sunday, September 17, 2000
Caf, Part Two
The cafe was a complete and utter blast. They even gave us free drinks (well, sodas. but still! free!). We were going to go again tonight but instead decided to stay in and perfect our dance moves on the home game version. Laurel, Julie and I are REALLY close to mastering a couple songs in Another mode (which is the really challenging mode that would give your momma a heart attack), and there's even one song where we can dive to the floor and bang around a bit with our knuckles. Soon we will unleash these, uh, Phat Moves upon the unwitting public. Then we will take over the world. So, uh, beware. Or something.
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Friday, September 15, 2000
Stuff and nonsense
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So my friend Laurel just called me to tell me about her Newest Lunchtime Discovery: apparently there is a brand-spanking-new DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION CAFE on 32nd street and Madison. After much fainting and shrieking we have made plans to go there tonight after work and be Complete and Utter Maniacs. We'll let you know how it turns out. I have to go have a cigarette before I sponcom.
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Wednesday, September 13, 2000
Nonsense and stuff
So here it is Wednesday and I'm just getting around to writing about the weekend. Just stop reading this now, go away, never speak to me again.
Anyway. On Saturday my friend Julie organized a picnic for people on the Belle & Sebastian mailing list, many of whom are also IRC fiends and meet up in #sinister on Undernet. We traipsed up to Central Park (heavens! north of 14th street! kill me now!), poured Hooch out into a plastic container, and got down to the serious business of picniccing. Loads of people we didn't even know showed up, the cops never stopped us for the Hooch, and it didn't start to rain until we were leaving. Fabulous. Later that night after several truly embarassing fits of indecision whilst hanging out with strangers, we grabbed some Thai food at Pongsri in Chinatown and then went to Time Square (gasp! Time Square! north of 14th street again! twice in one day!) to try and play Dance Dance Revolution at, of all places, the WWF Theme Restaurant.
Naturally you are reading this and thinking "Who is this insane person? Times Square? WWF? Excuse me while I go read kottke.org or plasticbag.org" but I assure you I am not insane. Because you see, DDR is the most fantastic video game ever manufactured. You might have seen it featured in an Everything But the Girl video (but probably not) -- all I can say is that I expect all of you to come and visit me and play it to truly understand and enjoy it.
As it turns out, the DDR game had moved up the street DEEPER into Times Square in the frightening place known as Bar Code. We played for a few hours, danced our little hearts out, and were only upstaged once -- by a girl of Asian descent who did breakdancing moves and even banged on the ground with her hands while spinning around. Bitch. Someday I will be that good. Someday.
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Thursday, September 07, 2000
I'm sitting downstairs at Fez writing this on the wee orange Visor! It works! Yay.
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Tuesday, September 05, 2000
Sweet jesus, where have I been? Well I was embarking on a little experiment... I've been in a Palm Piloty kind of mood lately since I left my mobile phone at my parents' house a few weeks ago. I'm gadgety and fidgety and other kinds of dgety, too. So anyway, I was trying to blog from my Pilot using the nifty little conduit jobby that a brilliant egghead by name of Eamon cooked up. But, see, it didn't work right on my ancient gadget. So after several days of tinkering I had to give up... GIVE UP?? Nay, I couldn't give up. So today I bought a Nice New Orange Handspring Visor and soon I will be Blogging away from my handheld on the train. Sigh. I'm such a loser. But luckily you love me. All three of you that read this.
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Saturday, September 02, 2000
palm test... hey. it doesn't work. fuck.