Voltaire Video: Live in Syracuse

I'm still quite speechless from this first kiss. I know it was just a stage thing, but I like to think it is because we are kind of friends. I know he knows me. He's known me since before we met in person for the first time, and he knew just who I was when I said my name, because we'd talked online a lot. And he's remembered my face + name since Buffalo a few years back. He even remembered my John Stamos shirt.

This is the man who, upon my discovery of him at age 18, made me forget David Bowie, who had stolen my heart at the age of five.

The book I'm writing... the one based on a date I had several years ago with a friend, it includes all these details and more. You'll read it someday.

Anyway, the video...

Voltaire had invited Brendan on stage (because he was recording the show, and he had a Deep Space 9 costume on), to record the audience. I'm right in front, looking very awkward, as usual, with Charles right behind me (in the light brown knit hat).

At the end of the song, when he leans into the audience, he's actually leaning in to give me a kiss!!! But at the angle Brendan was at, you couldn't see it was me.

Looooove!!

This was the best show I've been to, just like all of them. All of them were the best. Charles and I actually got to hang out with him before the show and we talked about Jamie, Rochester and Vertex (about how Vertex is the only club in the universe that is actually a goth club and not a goth night), and sex toys for a while before he went all super-hero on us (meaning, he went away to change into his sexy performance clothes).

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An Assortment of things I wanted to post, but didn't have the internet access to do so...

Rehabilitating Miss Wiggles
My little sister Nichole went into rehab on Thursday. She called me at 9:30am to ask me if she could sell my vcr/dvd player to one of her friends. Earlier that week, she had asked Charles if he'd like to buy a bunch of computer supplies (keyboard, monitor, mouse...). These computer supplies were his to begin with. He'd brought them over to the house when mom was having problems with hers, and Charles had left the extras there in the guest/computer room. After she got off the phone with me, I called mom at work to bitch, worried that she thought everything I'd left behind (or hadn't picked up yet) were fair game and that she'd sell my stuff. It bothered me that she asked for the player, because it was in my room, and that means she was snooping through my room looking for things to sell.

Why? The only answer mom got up to this point was "Bills." Now, here's the thing about bills... she has a used car, so she's not paying on that. She works a full-time job that's a five minute drive from home. She isn't paying the phone bill that she stuck mom with. And she's on mom's insurance. What bills?

That night, while I was out with Kelly, mom called to tell me that Nichole was just dropped off at rehab. She had admitted to needing 10 pills of Vicodin a day.

She got out today, getting successfully through detox. She's decided to do an out-patient thing, which everyone thinks is a big mistake. Part of getting over your addiction is getting rid of the friends that feed the addiction, which I would assume is the hardest part. I don't think a long weekend vacation is enough to mentally detach one's self from something like that. She's not ready to be out. She should have stayed in. But that's just me... and mom, and Nichole's healthy friends...

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Oblique Strategies
Over 100 Worthwhile dilemmas by Brian Eno & Peter Schmidt.

I guess this list of dilemmas was originally published as a deck of cards in 1975. I had printed off this list from a site linked to areaology.com (though, since it got its own dot com, it's no longer linked from there, and I haven't been able to find CJ's site since then) several years ago, and by several, I mean at least twelve years ago. When I was 14. I frequently use some suggestions on the list. What I remembered of it, as I haven't pulled it out in about 5 years, but as I've gotten back into the habit of writing, I figured I'd pull it out for some forgotten inspiration.

I hadn't read the introduction since the day I printed it out 12 years ago. I didn't know who Brian Eno was, but as far as I know, that was my first encounter with him. My point in writing this all out is that I find it funny how often Brian Eno was a part of my growing up before I ever knew who he was, before I ever paid any attention to the name. Charles, being the electronic musician he is, of course knows who Brian Eno is, and frequently likes what he produces. And after introducing me to him, I've found his name in all kinds of places, namely in the credits of Neverwhere.

I just think it's funny.

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My Beautiful Sinking Ship
Charles and I rented Tuvalu, a beautiful Bulgarian film with silent star qualities. It seemed a tad strange at first, then started coming together in a fantastic way. Many parts of the movie were sped up to give you a feeling of watching an old flick. It used hues and tones that were consistent per scene, but changed throughout. The score was brilliant. I never saw Metropolis, but the movie was described as being like a combination of Delicatessen and Metropolis. I definitely saw the Delicatessen side of it.

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30 Days of Crap
30 Days of Night was crap. That is all.

My Silent Hill Sexual Fantasy

( sexual predator? )

For all you Pyramid Head fans out there...

For everyone who's never played SH2, did you just see your face?

Just to let you all know, that's not my fancy.

This is.