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2001.12.10 i don't wanna spend my life on a bed of roses:

this building is really strange. they have the thermostats set in such a weird way that there are numerous mini climates within the confines of a single floor. the fact that there are three separate temperature ranges that i journey through on my way to and from the restroom is really…well…strange.

kim's asian grill is open again. i had their sesame chicken for lunch. rejoice. i love you kim.

the sultans album is currently the soundtrack to my life.

apologies to matt for making him think that he was a roommate that sucked. i was referencing my living arrangement prior to moving into casa di bipolar.

i think that next time i meet a girl and we go through those beginning motions of "the dating game", i'm gonna make her sign a contract. within that contract there will be several provisions, including:

you (the girl) will let me know whenever you change your mind and decide that you don't like me anymore. this is to help us both. (a) i'll stop calling you and asking you to go out and (b) you can stop telling your roommate, mom, dad, cleaning lady, goldfish, or whoever to tell me you're either not home or taking a nap or dead. thank you.

think that'll go over well?

- 05:40 pm - PL :: 1 Comment
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2001.12.10 heartbreaker, heartbreaker:

for any of those wondering, indie-rock.net is a good resource and a fun board to post to. hopefully they'll be adding more content as time goes on.

i went out with allison to see ocean's 11 last night. i've been waiting for this movie since i caught word they were making it. about the best thing i can say about this movie is that it totally exudes "cool." pitt and clooney turn in great performances, with matt damon backing them up ably. you can tell everyone involved with this movie had a great time making it. andy garcia is at his creepy best. you have to love a movie where the "bad" guys win. i'm a sucker for a heist movie, anyway. it's definitely on the recommended list.

obligatory coffeeshop story: i walked in this morning and they called me by name. usually they just recognize me and start making my drink, but today i was addressed by my name and my coffee was made to perfection. i did not, however, get my coffee for free today. you have to take the small victories when they come, i guess. this all adds up to either (a) they really like me at the coffeeshop or (b) i'm in there way too much and should probably seek help for my coffee addiction. maybe it's (c) all of the above.

at my new desk, i sit next to the main walkway for the entire floor. this is a problem because "the singing guy" keeps walking by, singing songs i've never heard of in his faux soulful voice. it's grating. if you're that happy to be at work, you need some serious psychiatric help.

other than that…work sucks. girls suck. not winning free sprite sucks. not getting the promotions that you're overqualified for because they just happen to think it's funny to dick you over sucks (this is directly related to "work sucks"). not knowing where you stand with the girl that you were dating until fairly recently, but you still really like and she's stated that she likes you…sucks.

things that don't suck: the sultans, black widows, coffee, cute girls at the coffeeshop that chat you up and have lots of tattoos (good for the ego), sprite (even if you had to pay for it), ocean's 11, new roommates that don't suck, and blowing shit up in grand theft auto 3 (helps take the edge off the day). these things all come with the highest recommendation (unless you start distracting the previously mentioned "cute coffeeshop girl" and infringe upon my "chat time").

obligatory pop culture reference: i'm starting to think that i am the weakest link.

- 01:14 pm - PL ::
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2001.12.09 that's the way i am:

just in case anyone was curious, you can check out my bio for 75 or less over here.

that was sort of pointless, huh?

- 06:29 pm - PL ::
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2001.12.09 words turn to venom:

my weekend seemed pretty uneventful until i sat down to write about it. must have something do do with all the whack dreams i had, last night. one of which involved me making fun of hulk hogan because he drives a yellow honda crx and was cutting the grass at the neighbors house. i assume maybe his dad lived there or something. i also had the prerequisite dreams about girls not wanting me to call them anymore and wishing i would get a puppy for christmas. i seriously hope none of these dreams are connected…

on the way into work, i stopped by the coffeeshop for the usual mocha. today turned out to be quite the victory, it seems…i walked in, they recognized me, they started making the drink, they gave it to me…and they never charged me. score! free coffee is always the way to start the day. i stood there looking at them for a while and then we all were just like "well…see you later. have a good day." one of those uncomfortable "did i just get my coffee for free?" moments.

and then i realized that there's a dooley's bagels right around the corner from work. so i'm seriously getting my day off to the right kind of start.

did i mention that, upon arriving here at work, i had to switch desks? big pain in the ass, as usual. but the new desk? has an intellimouse. score! the hits just keep on rolling.

last night scott and i headed out to monkey drive to catch a free show. we caught wind that irina was playing and that black widows would be playing their first show. since they didn't flyer the show at all, we figured there wouldn't be too many people there, just a loose collection of friends and whatnot. we were wrong. the place was packed. to the gills. and it wasn't very big, to begin with. irina opened up and suitably blew the roof off the place. they play their own brand of rockin' mathrock psychedelia. definitely worth checking out. pilot to gunner played next. i wasn't too into them and i heard a few people say they sounded more like braid than hey mercedes does. heh. i just kept quiet.

and then black widows…wow. featuring ex-members of national acrobat and by the grace of god, you could only expect some good rock, and they seriously delivered. loud, fast, and in your face. they'll be playing indy, chicago, and cincy over the next month, so if you get a chance, check them out. i'm hoping to record them when they play here again next sunday. keep your eyes peeled for that one…

hopefully this day stays as good as it's started…

- 12:50 pm - PL ::
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2001.12.05 i was a short fuse burning all the time:

i'm sorry to inform you that today's bipolar has pretty much been cancelled due to the fact that i don't have shit to say, really.

my vertigo poster came in. we have a phone line at the house now. the guy from the place i bought my gibson knobs called to confirm my order to make sure he sends me the right thing. what a swell guy. scott is pretty much moved in. i'm reviewing shit for lost at sea now.

it's the end of my work week and i'm incredibly drained. there's a lot of things that i'd like to talk about, like the first issue of dark knight 2 shipping today, but i just can't find the words. now that there's a working computer at the house, expect me to post over the weekend.

and kate would like to say that i'm a "rockstar by association." put that in your pipe and smoke it.

- 06:57 pm - PL ::
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2001.12.04 what more do you want from me?:

it's official. i'm the happiest motherfucker on the planet…coalesce will be touring in march and april. now i'm trying to get stacy to let me go with them.

this has to be the best news of the month.

- 05:01 pm - PL ::
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2001.12.04 there's only room for one:

skipped the coffee and headed straight to orange juice, this morning. this is only notable because i bought orange juice on the way into work, when i have two fucking cartons of the shit in the fridge at home. why did i do this? because by the time i thought about drinking orange juice while i was at home, i was already brushing my teeth for the morning. let's just say the tastes of minty fresh breath and orange juice don't quite go together like peanut butter and chocolate. dig?

have you ever bought an article of clothing, thought it was really keen, then you get it home, throw it on, and you don't like it as much? and then a couple weeks (or months) later, you dig it out of your closet and you're like "man i fucking love this shirt!" and you put it on and this time…it clicks? yeah. that's me and this shirt i'm wearing today. we weren't really cool before, but now we're totally down. and yes…it came from the gap. kill me if you must.

another thing i guess i need to admit…i was thinking of hiding it from the general public, but i figure i can't get away with it forever: i watched ally mcbeal last night. and i watched it a week ago, too. and i'm fairly certain i watched it the week before that, though i'm not sure. just to set the record straight, i'm obviously watching it because of the incredibly attractive girls. and maybe i find it funny. and maybe i think it's cool that james marsden (cyclops from the x-men movie) is on the show now. and that jon bon jovi will also be on the show soon. it all adds up, i'm tellin' ya.

so i went into the breakroom on a mad search for dunkin' stix (so what if it's an addiction?). i was startled to find…there were none. so i scoured the snack machines on all the floors, eventually finding my prize in the basement. after buying the dunkin' stix, i realized…i am now in possession of the last thing of dunkin' stix in this entire building. and just so you know…i'm about to eat the last fucking dunkin' stick. now they are all. gone.

small victories. sometimes you just have to take them as they come.

- 01:05 pm - PL ::
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2001.12.04 ah, for a hearth to warm me:

yep. it's winter.

on the bright side, we've got a christmas tree up, we finally went out and bought some lights for it along with some other assorted lights–chintzy things that hang in the windows–as well as some stockings… three big ones for paul, brax, and i, and some little ones (two for the kitties, some others for "family" members). so, the house is feeling a little bit more festive now, with blinking lights that aren't necessarily attached to a clock, pieces of entertainment equipment, or computers.

the one thing i do miss at this time of year is a fireplace. there's something about coming in from the cold (spring-like, to be more accurate) winter weather, and sitting by the fire with a mug of hot chocolate and a book. item number one on the list of things whatever house i might eventually buy must have…

sounds like brian and scott are getting settled into the ol' homestead. i really need to get over there and visit them… call me a bastard (… alright, that's enough…) but i just can't seem to find the time or motivation to get out of this house to go visit friends. just another manifestation of that inadequacy i've always had in the "maintaining friendships" department. luckily, most of my friends are very forgiving or just more active.

the last several days i've been doing little piddly things behind the scenes of ye olde bipolar here, most of which aren't apparent, but hopefully i'll make enough progress to let you know about at least one of them here soon.

apparently, i'm entering hibernation mode… i slept way way way too much this weekend. i've gotta start doing stuff, or i'm just gonna sleep my life away.

- 12:52 am - PL ::
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2001.12.03 seven questions with kate guay:

is your last name french or something? what the hell does it mean?
it is french canadian. it is a shortened version of the french name tanguay. it means "fuck off, i've heard all the insults and jokes because it's pronounced gay."

you said american boys can sometimes be cute. how do american boys go about being cute?
by pretending they are cuter than they actually are on their weblogs. sometimes, just sometimes, that can translate well into real life. i'll let you know if there's ever one with staying cute power. boys everywhere suck. except when they don't.
so on first judgement, would i be a "cute american boy", staying power not factored in?
in a self effacing sort of way, yes. you make me laugh. that is a heavy factor in cuteness.
what are some other factors? bushy emo eyebrows?
no, but i always make eyes at the indie boys walking down the street. however, i never do that at shows, mostly because i will see them at the next show, and the next show… and the next show. they will eventually have some indie girl that's cuter than me by their side.
other factors of cuteness:
witty remarks on life, the universe, and everything. good taste in music, but not snobbish. an ability to discuss heavy philosophical subjects, but also a need to watch brainless television.
i die for boys that wear rivers cuomo-like glasses, too. this isn't a boyfriend application.

does the expression "viva la france!" hold much weight, up there in canada? do people ever say "viva la canada!" and really mean it?
oh, dear. with regards to not being able to give a short canadian history lesson, let's just say this: french Canadians, mostly concentrated in quebec, have long been tossing around the concept of becoming their own country. i'm really neutral on the subject. quebec is, in my opinion, a distinct society, but they sure end up being snotty about it. canadians, on the other hand, are so unsure about their nationalism that it takes things like molson canadian beer commercials to stir up a frenzy. well, that and the hockey night in canada theme music.
there's an old joke that goes something like this:
what's a canadian's favourite sexual position?
doggy style, so they can both watch hockey night in canada.

do all cops dress like mounties up there?
no.
from their website: "the royal canadian mounted police is the canadian national police service and an agency of the ministry of the solicitor general of canada. The rcmp is unique in the world since it is a national, federal, provincial and municipal policing body. we provide a total federal policing service to all canadians and policing services under contract to the three territories, eight provinces (except ontario and quebec), approximately 198 municipalities and, under 172 individual agreements, to 192 first nations communities." in other words, they're the cops. they only get dressed up in red on special occasions.
that's a really boring answer, but i totally hate the stereotype.

being from the great white north, you'd probably be an authority on this…what would be the female equivalent of "ball-shrinkin' cold"?
nipples that can cut glass, baby.
sounds like some violent nipplage.
to avoid violent nipplage, wear warm clothes. to excite the alpha male, don't.
duly noted.
fuck sex and the city and their fake nipples. come to canada!

if you were turned into a monkey and were given a gun and 100 rounds of untraceable ammunition, what would be the first thing you'd do?
that's the stupidest question I've ever heard. dude, I'm a pacifist. It's a bad question to ask.
well…you can have the standard alternate: "6. when was the last time you stuffed something (or had something stuffed) up your ass?" i'd go with the monkey.
i'm waffling about which one to answer.
if you choose the latter, i will note that you declined to answer a "monkey" question.
haha. i'm so stuck. give me a minute.
tick tock.
here I thought you were going to say monkey or ass. you decide.
i'd go into showbiz. a talking monkey who knows too much about music and has a gun. pretty lucrative, i think.

ask yourself a question that reveals way too much about your sex life and then answer it, making sure to make a reference to a prodigious heroin habit.
q: kate, how sexually charged are you, really?
a: well, it all started when i discovered the lovely distraction of masturbation around age 12. few men have been able to make me climax like i can do for myself, but i find that to be true of many girls (men, read those maxim articles on how to please a woman!). among the most exciting masturbation escapades were times where i might be caught by others. one summer i was in montreal and had a roommate, so i'd time my love fests when i knew she'd be out, but perhaps if she came back early, she'd catch me. at the time i was reading naked lunch, which although is mighty fucked up because of burroughs' intense heroin habit, has some interesting sex bits that i was using as mental material to get off on. the world's your oyster when you're 15, horny, and culling masturbation material from the beat generation. so to answer your question, very. this is still not a boyfriend application, nor a fuck buddy application. at most it's a 'if you wanna get me a vibrator for christmas, bless you!' application.
post script: i've never been caught.

[kate has a website called quid pro quo where she posts semi-regularly. she can also be found over at 75 or less, showing the boys how it's done. she's the first canadian to ever be interviewed for "seven questions." she's apparently brutally honest, which is always a good thing.]

- 08:30 pm - PL ::
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2001.12.03 i've waited hours for this:

just a note to point out that i've written three new reviews for 75 or less. today's targets are the new get up kids and bluetip odds and ends discs and the sultans full-length. jon called me a "pioneer of shit references in music journalism" or something.

- 05:42 pm - PL ::
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