eamajyn sings like an angel. That was the good thing about tonight. Wow. I would go back to hear her again, only.

Aside from that. Well, I would like to tell everyone now that Totally Coffee in Costa Mesa, CA was built on an Indian Burial Ground. I was still just pulling into the parking lot when I was threatened by some insane woman who deliberately walked behind my car and yelled DON’T RUN INTO ME I’LL FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS! And that was the whole feeling of the place.

The crowd there scares me. It’s a mix of Gamer Geek (plus-size ladies with long straight hair and scifi t-shirts, men in inappropriate fedoras with black jackets) and Drugged-Out Loser types. The nice people I saw there tonight I already knew. Good to see lyn23 and miss_geek whom I don’t often see. But wow, the other people there just oozed depression, failure, brokenness, and spite. It felt like the saddest of the high school geeks growing old together and hating each other.

eamajyn really sang beautifully. Like all musicians she hated her performance. Shush, you.

As for the other crap that went down tonight: vegemitelover and bruisedhips are my friends for life, and I know that more than ever tonight. There’s nothing like shared trauma to make you know who you love, and who loves you. When someone threatens and abuses the ones I love, it reminds me again how much I treasure them. Be happy, friends, whatever that happiness is.

And, to the other party involved: when a party of drug-addled loser teenagers, subculture stereotypes, and dorky band camp kids says to me after you leave “What. A. Lo. Ser.” it means you’re not on the right path in life. Think about it, rageboy.

Did you hear what we’re going to do to Kyle? My cousin, he did like the weight watchers thing, but he couldn’t control his portions. You could wake him up in the middle of the night and he could type 65 wpm. That’s exactly what I needed to hear right now. Are you on shift, or off shift? There’s nothing between those two. This kind of music is like Kenny G trying to get into your mom’s pants. Twenty thousand miles later the block cracked and you know the rest.

I have to trust her; it’s not like I’m going to read the entire Rig Veda to find out. My cochlea died, I forgot to feed it. The cat spent about an hour trying to kill a foam peanut, and I watched the whole time. There’s no trauma, just trying to settle back into roles.

When I got into the car it was on empty, and then 10 minutes later WOOEEEP it was on medium full. Every crazy who comes in here, also shows up there. What was I supposed to say? This is what I do, I interpret literature, I like it.

We’re ordering pizza because we’re going to be in the dungeon all night. When I saw video games being played in the title sequence I knew I was fucked. This is positively the most geriatric version of “Take the A Train” ever.

It’s hard to say I’m getting over it when there wasn’t an it, and I’m still in the same boat.

Because there are some things we really need to do in our cars.

Long live subtropical russia!

This is why Garageband is going to be a problem. I did this in 5 minutes and so will every other Mac user.

Hell is other people’s MIDI.

She said she wishes she could be in control of who’s attracted to her. Thing is, the dog never did eat the stuff so it sat in the garage for ten years. Basically this boils down to a total lack of respect but it’s hard to say that it’s conscious in any way. We had the same argument about whether to leave the water running, every year. It never has been quiet enough before to hear that noise, how freaky! My big computer problem was solved by scrolling down. She called me up just to say “I have hips”!

We’re told all our lives that we’re made for sex. All I want is one good 24 hours. The guy escaped two revolutions and cancer, he can probably handle your HR issues. He’s supposed to be dead too, but he refused. Fuck you very much for reminding me about “Small Wonder”!

If you can’t put it into words no one will know what you’re about. Back then both of us wanted everything in the Sharper Image catalog.

Whenever I say something uncomfortable it just goes into a black hole. That’s how I know I’ve made a mistake, just not what kind really.

That isn’t a job; who’s he think he’s kidding?

Struck down, but not destroyed.

Howard Dean is Wild Man Fischer.

Most of the stuff here is familiar to me. It’s a catalog of everything I wanted as a kid or young adult that my parents wisely declined to help me acquire.

Also, I really like saying BoneFone. BONE FONE BONE FONE BONE FONE