halloween was a blast. a limo was ridden in (no one tackily hung out the sunroof, thank god). mass quantities of alcohol were consumed (i stuck to the amstel light and the traditional). many costumes were ogled. we started the evening at cahoots before heading down to the mag to meet up with her friends and the limo. from there we went to the red lounge (a place i never knew existed), which was like a pathetic louisville attempt to have a cool manhattan style bar. we ended up hanging there for a while before heading back to the mag for the costume contest. one of our party won (as a leather-clad snow white, hot cha!) and more alcohol was consumed. like i said…a blast.

i took her home and we talked for a bit. she had to get up super early for work, so i walked her to her door and headed home. a good ending to a fun evening.

now i'm sitting at work, checking email (only junk mail), and waiting on my paycheck to be ready so i can cruise on out of here. sounds like a plan to me.

there should be a new "seven questions" on sunday or monday. be warned.

tonight is of asaph at the aslans how gallery. if you live in louisville and you like rock music, i expect to see you there. tomorrow night, i think we're going to go and check out monsters inc.. this movie looks to be fun, but part of the allure is the first episode 2 trailer they'll be showing on it.

other than that? ahhh…who the hell knows.

halloween. it seems kind of ridiculous to dress up and go to work, doesn't it? well…i decided to wear a shirt and tie today, which isn't really a normal occurrence (but i do look snazzy…take a peek). my costume? corporate asshole. thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen…i know i'm a genius.

other than that, i have what some might consider a follow-up date (which was actually planned prior to the first date) tonight. we're going out with some of her friends in a (gulp) limo, ostensibly to drive around, drink and act like total asses. i can't wait. keep in mind i'm accessorizing my "corporate asshole" costume with a gasmask, later tonight. once again…pure genius.

one of the good things about living in an apartment is that you usually don't get hit up by trick-or-treaters. not that i have anything against kids, mind you. it's just that i'm never home halloween night, so there'd be no one there to hand out candy. well…our front door is locked, no one on our side of the building will be home, and to top it off…our porch light is burned out. which reminds me…i need to replace that. tomorrow. along with cleaning off the back deck and generally preparing for scott to move in.

my biggest fear of scott moving in is that the two of us will become alcoholics who do nothing but sit around and play playstation2. this could do quite a bit of damage to our already weak social lives…oh well.

i somehow cleverly dodged getting sucked into the fantasy basketball craze that seems to be grabbing the majority of my co-workers by the balls. they're all sweatin' it out, talking about who they're gonna pick in their "draft." it's kind of annoying, really. i wish they'd just go back to talking about sex in the lewdest ways possible. that was at least moderately entertaining. it's always a plus to marvel at how completely, ridiculously stupid people can be, sometimes. seriously…you can't beat it.

plans are to try to get the rest of that at the drive-in set up on transmission3000 as soon as possible. you can still grab that advance track that was previously only available through slatch.com's blogmix. i think we'll try to get around to finishing up that braid set, too…

keep your eyes peeled for those sets, as well as sets from golden, man or astroman?, three second kiss, and of asaph.

while i'm talking about of asaph…they're playing thursday night at the aslans how gallery, here in louisville. check out the of asaph site for more details. i'll also be interviewing them, "seven questions" style, for carrie's zine, a pretty pickle.

i think that's enough for one day, don't you?

this is possibly the funniest thing i've ever seen: triumph at a bon jovi concert.

today's fortune:

your persistence and diligence are appreciated by all.

what does that mean? everyone likes the fact that i don't know when to quit? well shit…that's news to me.

okay…fuck it. they're having an open casting call. i'm gonna go try to be on the real world. i'll see if adam wants to join me. this just makes me think of all the funny plans of getting on the real world and being the drunkest, most worthless one of the bunch. think puck revisited.

i know, in these current times, that we're supposed to be loving all forms of authority, all the cops and firemen. i know this is our duty, as americans, to respect them and their jobs well done. well…shit…firemen rock. my friend courtney is a fireman. he rules. i've skated with courtney for years. now he's a fireman and an ems responder. that kicks ass. he's married, happy, and has a dog.

but cops…when they get on the highway…they suck. seriously. it's like they're the world's slowest pace car. it drives me nuts. and to tell the truth, maybe it's not exactly the cop's fault. it's just all the idiots who slow down to 45, no matter what lane they're in, just so the cop will pass them and they can pretend to resume normal speeds. the cop i was following this morning was doing a nice respectable 70-75. not too bad. but he and i had to keep dodging jokers that would slow down to under 50 in the fast lane. it's insane. i wish i had a police radio to call mr. policeman up and tell him to pull over those jokers "for being suspicious." now that would rule.

cop: i'm sorry, sir, but i thought it was mighty suspicious that you slowed down from 85mph to right around 40, in the fast lane, just because i rolled up behind you. are you high?
man in car: no sir…i just beat my wife to cover for my own penile inadequacies.
cop: fair enough.

or something like that.

the date last night? glad you asked. it went quite well. third time was apparently the charm. let's just say that i beat the handshake curse.

oh yeah…don't forget about those record reviews at 75 or less. i'm thinking over recent albums that i have purchased that might be worthy of reviewing today…

next year for halloween i am going to be iggy pop. you heard it here first.

hey…new guy at the coffee shop…when i say no whipped cream, guess what that means. yeah…it means no whipped cream, retard. better luck next time.

here's an invaluable resource for anyone who loves rock: the black sabbath lyrics archive. just remember, folks: when ozzy left, they replaced him with dio. black sabbath + dio = bad. as in not good. the companion equation, iommi + dio = weird looking band, does not justify it in the slightest bit. please don't try to use that to support your half-baked theory of "the dio stuff wasn't that bad." face it…the dio stuff sucked.

you can now consider me a full-fledged rock critic. i know this is just what you've been waiting for, huh? i'm now reviewing records over at 75 or less, which is an offshoot of the venerable (ha) slatch.com. today's reviews: the new hey mercedes, the newest neurosis, and the remixed and remastered version of raw power. enjoy.

apparently those forces that i discussed the other day are still conspiring against me. case in point: it was hot as hell in july up in here earlier. once a few of us complained about the sweltering heat, they turned the heat down. all the way down. as in off. as in i swear i think they have the air conditioner on. this, i would say, is a serious problem. especially considering it's already kind of chilly outside. so we complain…they take away the heat altogether. very clever. well played, clerks.

i went to go grab some sesame chicken for lunch and….double dragon was closed. i had to scramble through my head for an idea of what to eat (never an easy thing, mind you), and ended up at the pirate's choice: arby's. bland. regular. definitely not sesame chicken. i grow to hate fast food more and more every day.

drinking my coke, freezing my ass off. work is really just pissing me off, these days. i didn't get the position i went for (it went to an unqualified asskisser, how typical), plus now it seems that no matter how much i go beyond my job description, i get no recognition. none. oh wait…welcome to corporate america. get back to your box, drone!

last night was trash night. i took out right around five bags of trash. i took them straight out the back door and down the back steps to the big plastic bin provided by the city. i'm telling you this why? because i think it's amusing to type about the most incredibly boring and tedious things. that, in itself, is boring.

it's amazingly hot in the workplace right now. we're not talking "hot girls, cover of maxim" hot here. we're talking "flaming caverns of hell" hot. i would sincerely appreciate it if someone respected my desire to not die an early death due to heat exhaustion. thank you.

scott came over and we shot the shit about his possible move into casa bipolar. it looks like he's leaning toward it rather heavily, which is a good thing. there are few people who i think i could share an apartment with, at this point in my life. scott would be one of those people. hopefully things work out.

orange juice + cinnamon sweet roll = delicious breakfast. that's some math to remember.

why am i busy posting to this business? i have a date tonight…

sunday morning. the mocha is gone. where do i go from here, i wonder…

forces are apparently conspiring against me, i'd say. i wrapped up my great weekend with a grand total of five hours of sleep, last night. it was a late one, especially after my second halloween party in a row. the kicker of this is…i forgot to set my clock back, which would have given me an extra hour of sleep (maybe then i wouldn't feel like such a zombie). when did i discover this fact? oh…right around the time i settled into my desk here at work and realized i was an hour early. i'm not the greatest with time changes, it seems. curses.

on to the weekend proper…

the telavet show wednesday night was awesome. guy and i cut out after fin fang foom, and then met up with scott for some late night grub at denny's. i'm tellin' ya…denny's hashbrowns with a1 sauce…you'll never find anything so delicious. we hung out for a while, and then i met scott back at my house for the usual gran turismo 3 pseudo ritual.

it was wednesday night when i heard a funny story…a couple of weeks ago i was supposed to take the ramsi's girl out to that huber's farm place. this was her idea. i was down with it, but i really want to stress that it was her idea. so i don't really talk to her too much for the couple of days prior to the scheduled date, but i did talk to her the night before and she sounded like she was still into it. needless to say she never called saturday, and wasn't home when i tried calling her. i wrote it off, she still hasn't called. oh well. she's out. here's where the interesting part comes in…when we were over at guy's house unloading some of the telavet gear, john (from telavet) and i were talking about girls and i related the fact that i was briefly seeing the previously mentioned ramsi's girl. well he went on about how attractive she was and then said "yeah…i just saw her at huber's this weekend. she was with some dude." at this point, guy busts out laughing, and i was forced to relate that that was supposed to be my date. okay…that story isn't as funny as i thought it was.

lesson: girls are evil

thursday night we headed out to barretones to check out billy's (the drummer for telavet) other band with some friends that used to be in national acrobat. they were nothing short of amazing, as is usual. guy ended up being incredibly hungry (when is he not hungry, i wonder), so we ended up cruising over to ramsi's for a late dinner. nope…the ramsi's girl wasn't working, which is really a good thing, considering the above story.

friday night was milemarker (great show) and then the yearly halloween party at the 953 gallery. nothing like a couple hundred (at least) drunk indie rockers dressed in outlandish costumes, crammed into a civil war era warehouse. nothing like it, i tell ya…that was a good time. starkiller played. i'm doing a horrible job of relating my weekend in any kind of entertaining fashion. why are you still reading this? shoot me now. please.

saturday night the slow suicide played out at the rud. they played an entire set of nirvana covers, which pretty much rocked the house as hard as possible. we then stepped out to another halloween party (like i mentioned, the second of the weekend) and i ended up at my house with amelia, hanging on the couch, talking until about 4am. and there we have the answer to my lack of sleep.

oh woe is me and all that shit. why the hell are you still here?

it looks like i missed my mark and was unable to get out "seven questions" every day, last week. i missed thursday, but i'd like to point out that it's not my fault at all. no way. regardless, look for the feature to go bi-weekly. i'll be putting up an archive page soon. and yes…that bagel buzzsaw is the coolest thing i've ever seen.

please….go outside.