Items.

  • Karaoke when you’re stone cold sober is painful.
  • My new friend Francine is a multitalented superstar, and once again demonstrated this, this time with karaoke versions of “Fame” and “Xanadu”.
  • The sixty-year-old couple doing Berlin’s “Sex (I’m A)” have caused me to experience PTSD requiring extremely expensive therapy, and they will receive a bill.
  • Someone thought it would be funny to do “Baby got Back” to the tune of “With or Without You”, but it wasn’t.
  • Someone else did Ben Folds “Brick” and it’s not a karaoke song, not at all, nope nope nope.
  • The drunkest guy in the world was there, and had to be pushed back into his taxi twice to be sent home. He was hitting on people who weren’t there. He shut up and left when I told him to, though!
  • Hilarie did an “Air Hilarie” to about 2/3 of the songs, which was entertaining in itself.
  • The MC was very annoying. He was dressed a bit like Weird Al and apparently calls himself that, or something, and may in fact be a Weird Al impersonator. Which is enough levels of meta that it makes me want to become a comedian whose main shtick is that he’s a really bad Weird Al impersonator. Then someone else can make a movie about it, and then there will be an novelization of the movie, and
  • Hell. Hell is for children.

I woke up this morning to discover that I was out of coffee beans. Fortunately I have a can of this iced coffee stuff so that the day can happen. It’s hazelnut flavored and slightly sweet. As I was sipping it, I realized that it had a very familiar flavor that I also associated with mornings. What could it be? It wasn’t the hazelnut exactly, or the coffee, more like the milk..

… the stuff tastes exactly like the milk from a bowl of Cheerios and milk. I guess hazelnut + coffee + milk = toasted oats?

And then I browsed the LJ and noticed that halfjack had a very similar experience today. How very odd.

Now to clean the kitchen up, and chase the cat around, and then, hmm. It’s such a beautiful day out. I need a meadow to frolic in. But I’ll probably just go down to D’s and read in the sun.

Last night I had tequila and animal crackers. Animal crackers taste really odd after tequila.

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lude sinc cuccu!

This reminds me of the guy who robbed the bank and rode his bike to the Snug Harbor.

ORANGE COUNTY
After Hoisting One, He’s Accused of Heisting One
A man sipping a beer and counting a ‘wad of money’ matches witnesses’ descriptions from a bank robbery across the parking lot.
By Mai Tran
Times Staff Writer

April 23, 2004

A bank robbery suspect was arrested after he strolled to a bar across the parking lot, ordered a beer and started counting “a wad of money,” Huntington Beach police said Thursday.

Ronald Langdale, 58, of Los Angeles had taken only a few sips of his beer when officers walked into Mario’s Restaurant, tapped him on the shoulder and led him to a waiting squad car, police said.

Minus the tab for the beer, all the money was recovered, police said.

Langdale allegedly robbed the Bank of America near Beach Boulevard and Ellis Avenue about 5:15 p.m. Wednesday, ordering a teller to hand over money.

He told her he had a weapon, police said, but none was seen.

After the teller complied, police said, the robber left with an undisclosed amount and walked to the restaurant, took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer.

Meanwhile, police searched the shopping center and interviewed witnesses, who described a suspect wearing a baseball cap, a light jacket and dark pants.

When police went inside the restaurant, they spotted a man fitting the description sitting at the bar, counting a large stack of money, said Lt. Mike Reynolds.

“The officers were doing an area check and sure enough, they hit it rich,” Reynolds said. “His clothing was exactly the same. He wasn’t hard to find.”

Langdale is being held without bail.

Please move my consciousness three inches to the left

Someone did a puppet madness version of The Confessions of Zeno. Boy howdy!

I’m weirder than any of you know, really. I mean, really!

My brain is being a pain.

I am now on two medications. I take 30 mg of Paxil at bedtime, and as of this morning I take 150 mg of Wellbutrin-XL upon waking. I shall refer to these drugs from now on as Slaxil and LOLBUTRIN. It’s been years since I took two brain pills at once. It makes me nervous a bit, but this doctor seems to be neither a nitwit nor a jerk.

I felt like shit most of today. I am concerned that I may lose my job. This would be unfortunate. It wouldn’t kill me or nothin’, but it wouldn’t be fun. It’s been very difficult for me to complete tasks.

The frightening part of my mental state is that cognition and memory have been poor lately. I got gasoline yesterday. Pulled into the station, next to the proper pump, killed the engine and then couldn’t figure out where the gas cap release was. It took me about ten minutes to find it. I have owned this car since 2000. I am a Car Guy, for goodness sakes. Also, I forget very basic things lately and can’t get to words easily. This has happened to me before when I am severely depressed, but not this badly.

I don’t like feeling slow and dumb. Here’s to that changing soon.

My Ignatz and Krazy bendytoys arrived, along with the latest Krazy & Ignatz book. Also, Michael Chabon’s comic book of The Escapist, based on the comic in Kavalier and Klay. That’s pretty cool.

Apothecary, bring me something to sweeten my imagination!