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2002.03.31 this is what you're up against:

okay. so i figure since i slept late and forgot it was easter, therefore inadvertantly blowing off my family, i should make a little post to bipolar.

yeah…i'm still a little ticked about coalesce cancelling the other night. how lame is that?

i just got back from ye olde taco hut. i ordered the cheese pizza combo and brought it home. well…i cracked that fucker open and bit into the pizza and it was just nasty. i'm used to the cheese being like rubber, but the shit was cold and the crust was hard as a rock. so i plow my way through it, mainly just because i'm freakin' starved. well…then i get to the breadsticks. they were burnt, yet still cold and they, too, were like chewing on stone. fed up, i packed what was left of the "meal" up and trucked it back down to the point of origin. keep in mind that, while i may be hell on the foodservice industry, i have never taken something back because it tasted like shit. never. i had to get back in the car from home and drive back to that shithole, so by the time i got there, i was downright pissed.

so what else is new?

so i take it in the front door, my hateful little smirk on my face, and tell the lady at the counter what the score is. she walks off to go get something, and comes back with this little conversation goes down…

her: this card will get you a free meal the next time you come back. we're really sorry about this.
me: no no no…see…i asked for a refund. you're just trying to give me more food. that just means i have to come in here and play russian roulette with your crap food again. i want my money back.
her: let me get the manager.

they always seem to think i'm gonna be intimidated by the manager. fuck that. i told her the food was crap, pointed to their conveniently placed sign that says if i don't like it, i get my money back, and got just that. my money back. and i took the little card for a free dinner, too. all the while sipping my pepsi from the combo.

other than that, my weekend has been pretty low key. i got another phone call from the ex, last night. i met her at a bar i hate and sat there and proceeded to hate everything about the situation i was stuck in. it was a total booty call, i'd say, but i think i held my own. actually…i know i came out the winner in that situation.

end of story.

lesson: you fuck with the bull, you get the horns.
or…
"nobody fucks with the jesus."

damn straight. now i'm just gonna go rent the big lebowski and get it over with.

- 06:22 pm - PL :: 4 Comments
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2002.03.30 that's okay, i know the boss:

- 04:44 pm - PL :: 2 Comments
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2002.03.30 my heart in my hands again:

yeah…remember when i said my day sucked yesterday? well…it didn't get much better.

i left work and went to chris's art opening down at aslan's how. i felt bad because i was only stopping by for a few minutes, and since i was way early, i was the only one there. so i hung out with chris, told him i'd try to make it back in a little bit, and then hit the road to head down to the brycc house to see coalesce.

and then i got there and found out that they cancelled. apparently they had left their moneybag at cbgb's last night and had to stay the night in nyc and wait until 1pm to get back in and get it, making it impossible to make it to louisville in time for the show. so i stuck around for a little while and watched black widows rock the joint. i wasn't as into it as i could have been, but i was tired and having "one of those days." i did, however, pick up a copy of two unmastered tracks from their upcoming cd. sounds pretty good. (here's some proof)

but still…no coalesce.

so i went back to chris's art show and there were a lot of people there, so i felt a lot better. everyone was standing around and looking snooty while they talked about art. i told chris that i liked the one with the big pink tank and the other one with the skull and crossbones. he said that was pretty predictable, considering me.

then connor talked me into going to the rud to see carrie and kelly play a "second story girls" show. they played about five and a half songs and it was all good. i didn't drink.

i'm on the wagon until tour. this should be interesting.

by the way…you other girls need to get on the ball…when i have a bad day, there's nothing better than getting something like this. damn straight.

what does it mean when your horoscope has a typo in it? am i doomed? am i destined to make typing mistakes for the rest of the day?

damn it…i make enough of those, anyway…

- 09:40 am - PL ::
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2002.03.29 there ain't no lookin' back:

today has been shit, thus far. i walked out of my house to a beautiful day. then i realized that i was headed to work. i rolled all the way in with the windows down and the moonroof open, blasting hot snakes the entire time. beautiful day. stuck at work. great.

so i arrive and end up having a discussion with the store manager where she basically told me that she just hired some other person from nashville to fill the open computer services slot. that's cool. except she gave her the shift that she had just promised me yesterday. what a double-talking whore. so i basically let it be known that i probably wouldn't be coming back after tour.

there's no probably about it. when april 24th hits…i'm gone.

other than that? well…it's storming outside, which doesn't make me feel so bad that i'm stuck inside, but still…i hate this place.

i'm leaving work a half hour early to go to chris's art show and then on to the coalesce rock throwdown.

hopefully my day gets better.

- 04:38 pm - PL :: 2 Comments
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2002.03.28 and make all you whiny bitches look like fools:

just because it's funny…

kate's description of my physical appearance, these days:

you're somewhere between a cute cuddly indie boy and a wino who'd spit in your face if you didn't give him spare change.

and she says this is a good thing…

- 09:31 pm - PL :: 2 Comments
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2002.03.28 seven qustions with steve kurpiewski:

what's it like being 16? i keep forgetting, in my old age…
it sucks. the only good parts are that my threat of "when i have a car, i'm going to fucking run you over" is much closer to being a reality and i get a really fucking cheap lunch. where else can you get a hamburger, soup, slushie, milk and french fries for a $1.40. that's top notch. otherwise, it's just school and some more school.

how's that beard coming along?
i'm still working on it. chalk that up to being a disadvantage to being sixteen. i look like a chipmunk or something. you've got to keep it low-key at this age so you don't look like you're trying too hard to be cool. do you ever find anything interesting in your beard, like food, insects, small children, etc?
not really. i bet junior from casket lottery has all kinds of problems like that, though…
when I get my beard, i don't want that whole crusty scary old man pedophile look.

what three bands would you have play your 21st birthday party? why?
based on all the drinking stories you've told me, i'll have to say coalesce and the kilowatthours. i would've added the hey mercedes, but really, i don't want no naked dudes in my jacuzzi if i were to have one. for a third, i'll say the reincarnated dead corpse of jeff buckley. why? because reincarnated dead corpses are fucking cool, that's why.
zombies are the life of the party, man.
think of all the fun you could have with a zombie though. legs for arms, arms for legs. it'd be like a lego dude.
what if coalesce said they'd only play the party if they had 6 midgets onstage and you punched your mom and the eye?
hell, i'd chop off my legs to be one of the midgets. i'll punch my mom in the eye and then take one of the zombie arms and beat her with it if it means the 'lesce would play.

don't you hate it when you eat more than one skittle at a time and it just becomes one big skittle mass in your mouth? or the oreo residue that unfailingly ends up in the corners of your mouth when you go on a binge?
i'll agree that the oreo residue sucks but i love that big skittle mass. sometimes i'll down 15 skittles just to get that huge mass.
that's gross…it's like chewing crusty gum.
what pisses me off even more about oreos are the colored filling ones. you'd think with red icing it'd change the color of the milk to red. i left one in the milk for an hour and the milk was brown, not red. and that milk tasted like crap afterwards.
i bet. i'm not into those new wussy colors they're trying to add to m&m's, either.
i saw they had carmel m&m's. i tasted one and it was nasty. It's only plain or peanut. plain and peanut all the way.

what has happened more recently: you punched someone or you were punched by someone?
hmm, i was punched by a teacher the other day. he told he was going to shove something up my ass if i hit him again. he then proceeded to punch me and got me down on the floor. from there it took an ugly turn. i was down on the ground losing this fight. said teacher decides he has to get my ass in the open so he can shove something up it. that's when the teacher's hand grabbed my ass. it's all good though because he bought me a bunch of food to eat for dinner the one time. hell, if someone buys me dinner, they can touch my ass all they want. yes, that's an offer.
is this supposed to sound as scarily homosexual as it does?
i'm not the one who grabbed my ass. i didn't enjoy but i can forgive.

you're 16…that must be hell on your love life. what about monkeys? when was the last time you formed a bond with a monkey?
probably 1994 or 1995. i had this stuffed monkey, the one from aladdin. i'd be lying to you if i said i hadn't slept with it.
that sounds pretty intense.
yeah, but i've also slept with my guitar. i guess i'm pretty easy if you're an inanimate object.

make a top 5 list. subject of your own choosing.
top 5 greatest things of all time:
5. that picture of sean ingram grabbing own ass from michigan fest
4. being sick when you have school
3. being healthy when you are home from school for an entire week for easter vacation
2. orange or purple pez candy. the yellow stuff is crap.
1. a pink lined gibson hardshell case. i swear that i would love to sleep in my case if i could. it'd be a sexy encounter with yet another inanimate object.

[steve posts regularly to his own weblog and can be found haunting the coalesce message board almost daily. he says he feels like he's become a man now that he's done seven questions.]

- 05:45 pm - PL :: 4 Comments
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2002.03.27 tomorrow it starts again:

on a whim, i decided to take that little enneagram quiz thing. here's what they decided to tell me about myself:

fives feel estranged from the world, consequently their mind is usually their best friend. gifted in analysis and making sense of things, they make great inventors and visionaries. the immense inner world of fives can become a dark hideaway.

spooky. and damn close to the truth, these days…

- 02:42 pm - PL ::
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2002.03.27 survival is for cowards:

it's really a bad idea to have one of these crazy whirlwind weekends and then try to sit down and post about it. one reason is that you're completely exhausted and you're really tired of thinking about it. another reason would be that a bunch of people have already asked you "how was your trip?" and you're tired of talking about it.

but i don't really want to think about going to work yet, so here goes…

friday night: i got the wise idea to try to convince matt to go to michigan fest with me. we then promptly closed the bar and walked out into the night, as drunk as possible, vowing to meet up in the morning (or in a few short hours, rather).

saturday: late start (as matt said, about three hours late). no matter…i hauled ass all the way to michigan. this doesn't seem to bother matt too much, mainly because he and i have the same driving philosophies. right around nightfall, we cruised into toledo and i looked at matt and said "it's probably a bad idea to have the cruise control set at 90, driving through toledo at night." matt looked at me and said "yep." i turned it off and less than one second later, i blow past an ohio state trooper doing just under 90. note: your car doesn't decelerate much in the span of one second. miracle: the cop just let us cruise on past. i looked at matt and said "that's my free one."

we finally arrived in romulus, michigan and the fest right when small brown bike ended their set. we hung out for a bit, shot the shit with those guys and then hey mercedes took the stage. the new guitarist seemed to work out pretty well. matt enjoyed himself, which was good. then we promptly went outside to hang out in the coalesce van and consume cold ones with way too many people to list. many jokes were told about dewees' insane eating habits (think week old crave case and leftover hot wings) and death metal bands on japanese street corners.

then we went back in and coalesce proceeded to tear the roof down (not literally…that happened earlier in the evening). we then ended up back at the hotel, hanging with the gang(s). there was some one man jacuzzi shenanigans. we decided to go get food. at the little diner, the following conversation took place between me and sean from coalesce…

sean: hey…did your room come with a jacuzzi?
me: nope. i'd trade you, but i don't want the naked o'brien that comes with the deal.
sean: good point. you're better off.

we then went back to our room and passed the fuck out.

sunday: i vaguely remember hauling ass through ohio again and eating lunch at a denny's in toledo. i also remember some car locking his brakes up and skidding across three lanes of traffic, somewhere around dayton. matt and i pretty much just gave it a "what the fuck?" and moved on.

sunday night i slept in my own bed. bitchin'.

monday: chris and i headed up to chicago to see hot snakes. this was a trip i was really excited about before, but at this point i was just tired of driving. regardless, we went. as we proceeded through indiana, our nice, spring-like weather from kentucky changed into crappy snow. by the time we got into indianapolis, there were snow drifts on the sides of the road. insanity. we got to chicago without incident. we hit the record store, stopped at a friend of chris's house and had a beer, and then headed out to the show.

we met up with sebastian and his ladyfriend at the venue, and much catching up was done. selby tigers were pretty good. i lost interest in atombombpocketknife pretty quickly, as they seemed to try to play every song like it was the last one of their set. they also sounded pretty monotonous in their "rocking."

hot snakes took the stage and destroyed me. that's all that can really be said. they played a few new songs (here's the setlist) and they were pretty damn…awesome. sebastian took a picture of me kickin' it with rick fork.

"him? oh…that's my buddy rick. he's a pretty cool guy."

then we ran into a friend of chris's and my life became hell. he convinced us to go out to another bar with him after the show, guaranteeing us a place to stay. you never want to turn down a guaranteed place to crash in chicago, so we bit. we ended up at some bar called "the rainbo" or something. i parked around the corner on division, under the friend's suggestion. "there's other cars parked there. it's not snowing. it's cool, man…it's cool." that's when we went into the bar and proceeded to get completely obliterated. i ended up in a photo booth with a beer, as per a certain mr. dawursk's suggestion.

the rainbo closed for the night. we walked a block to another bar and then ditched that and took a cab to a completely different drinking establishment. i am, of course, completely oblivious to the doom that was happening at division and damen…

we hop a taxi back to the neck of the woods of my car, which happens to also be right around the corner from where we were staying. i didn't see my car on division (correction: i didn't see any cars on division) and i tried to point it out. the "friend" kept telling me "your car is cool, man…it's cool. it's just around the corner." i promptly made him walk with us to find my car. point: my car was not there. it had been towed due to some snow route signage. i punched a bus stop a few times and yelled. a lot. then we went back to dude's apartment and proceeded to call around and find my car. once it was located, we passed out and decided to go grab it in the morning.

tuesday: one huge ordeal later…i'm on the phone with work, telling them "i'm not going to be into work today. why? well…i just got my car back and i'm in chicago. seeing as i have to be in there in 25 minutes, i don't think i'm gonna make it." they relented, but made sure to tell me they'd need to see my receipts from the whole ordeal. bastards…you're just opening a fresh wound.

then chris and i ate at chipotle and decided it tastes like asshole. nowhere near the level of the mighty q'doba. we even started working out an elaborate burrito rating system. taco bell is a 1, q'doba is a 10. you figure out the rest.

then we came home.

total miles put on my car over the weekend: ~1300
total cops that i blew past in excess of 80 miles an hour and still didn't get pulled over: 3

i was tired and apparently i got a call from an ex-girlfriend about an hour before i came home. weird.

i just want a quiet moment.

- 12:55 pm - PL ::
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2002.03.27 l-a-x:

hot snakes was amazing. chicago treated me like it's bitch. until i can write a proper post, have these pictures…


(photo courtesy of a photo booth and too much high life)

and here's me chillin' with rick fork from hot snakes.
(photo courtesy of sebastian and his own bad self)

- 12:00 am - PL :: 2 Comments
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2002.03.25 we've all been there:

i would write a big long post about how much fun we had in michigan. i would write about how awesome it was to finally see coalesce play again. i would make a valiant attempt to tell the entire awesome story if i wasn't so fucking tired and if i didn't have to go to chicago to see hot snakes tomorrow.

so until then…take a gander at the pictures that resulted…

me with various friends you may or may not recognize
(the one of me and dan is priceless)
and…
coalesce live

that about covers it.

more when i get back from chicago…

- 02:08 am - PL ::
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