I can say I hope it will be worth, what I give up

Tomorrow night is the 25th anniversary of WarGames, and a special showing in many theaters in the bay area, with the unbelievable exception of San Francisco proper. This makes me, very angry. There's no listings, nothing. The closest we get is AMC Bay Street in Emeryville, and they're sold out!

The movie isn't the greatest thing in the world, but, we can make fun of the bad technology and laugh as the humans try to beat the WOPR at global thermonucelar war.

So, I'm proposing you come to my place and watch the movie, staring at 8pm. There's a big TV here and a booming subwoofer.

Any one interested?

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SO... (#1)
uhm, well, this coming monday (july 28th) is my 40th birthday.

yep. i'm gonna be 40 years old.


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gad.




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SO... (#2)
as always, DEATH GUILD is monday night and, as always (well, almost always), i'll be in my usual coat-check domain --- it's not really my domain... but i generally act as though it is ;-P --- so if you can, come to DG & wish me happy birthday.

it's not a big deal, except that i'm turning 40.
otherwise, it'll be the usual (excellent) DEATH GUILD evening of dancing yer ass off, drinking a staggering amount of alcohol (pun intended), socializing, flirting, talking shit & showing off, dancing more, drinking more, creating CONTROLLED chaos & generally being obnoxious. all the while having a great fucking time.


SO... (#3)
even if you can't stay, or don't want to, come by if you can, wish me happy birthday & tell me a nice lie, for example:
-- "you so don't look forty"
or
-- "NO! really? you look to young to be forty"
or
-- "what? you're very well preserved. how do you do it? formaldehyde or twinkies?"

or something similar.

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i'm just kidding, of course.

----> besides, i wouldn't believe you anyway ;-P

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SO... (#4)
"a present? for me?
you shouldn't have!
oh, alright. if you insist.
" :-))

again, i'm kidding of course. sort of.

i admit, i love presents, but the main thing is that you come. however, i understand some y'all won't be able to (for whatever reason). i'll still love you. ...but the (belated) present better be GREAT. just kidding. sort of.
;-P


btw (#1), I DO NOT DRINK.

for that reason, i will say this now (and @ the time as well):

thank you very much & i honestly appreciate any, and all offers to help get me trashed, but i'll have to decline.

btw (#2), my phone is off @ the moment, so i apologize, but i won't be able to guest list anyone (since you can't call or text to let me know you're coming).

btw (#3), there's nothing planned so i'll be working --- well, doing coat-check. (oh hell, you know what i mean!) --- i might be busy when i see you (probably not, though, since it's been pretty warm lately). if that's the case, just yell something like "HEY FUCKER! I CAME TO WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY.... SO 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' and then throw the presents at me.

:-)


okay i guess that's it.




oh yeah, one more thing:
for some reason, it seems many people don't know coat-check is upstairs, in the "VIP room" ( on mondays for DEATH GUILD it is, anyway ). consequently, i never know that people i know & would want to see have even been to the club --- OR --- they forget i'm up there (this is, unfortunately, the most common reason i haven't seen a lot of people).


SO... (#5)
for those of you who like or love me, but apparently have no clue where i am,
HERE ARE DIRECTIONS TO COAT-CHECK @ DEATH GUILD:
if entering the club via the entrance NOT under the awning (ie: the ID check entrance), you'll ascend a flight of steps & make a 90 degree (right-angle) turn to the left & ascend a second flight. when you reach the top, continue forward (avoiding the post & empty host/ess station), cross the dancefloor (avoiding those who may be dancing or just standing around being drunk but well-dressed obstacles (feel free to mow-down anyone else, even making a momentary detour to do so...).

crossing the dancefloor, you should be facing a decision, if you traveled in the correct direction.
you will be confronted w/ 3 choices:

--- A. on the right, a large portal w/ a glass door.
(it should be open, so you probably won't see it)

--- B. on the left, a small, rather dark looking "hallway" partially obstructed by a table w/ a silver, adjustable lamp sitting on it.

OR
(incidentally, this option, it would seem, is occasionally covered w/ a cloak of invisiblity)

--- C. upon reaching the two means of exodus & the aforementioned table is on your immediate left, stop & make a 90 degree (right-angle) turn to the left. you should now be facing said table w/ the lamp.

if you have opted for choice "C.", you are now staring into the gaping maw that is referred to on monday nights as "coat-check" but is called "the VIP room" during the rest of the week.

you may now give presents & birthday greetings to brian. oh yeah -- and your coats (and other schtuff), as well. it is coat-check, after all.

----- if, however, decide to plow through the mass of humanity you'll find @ the center of the dense cloud of smoke & manage to, somehow, gain entry via the glass exit doors under the awning, you're on your own because you are obviously extremely special (and beautiful, intelligent, talented et cetera) & SHOULD ALREADY KNOW WHERE IT IS!!!

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seriously though, come by if you can and if you can't, please don't feel a need to apologize or anything like that. and the reason is irrelevant because if you're reading this, i'll assume it's not by accident & therefore, care about me to some degree and that's really all that matters in this life.



you're my friends & family (or, in some cases, cherished enemies ;-) and that won't change because you can't be there. so there's no reason apologize, i promise.





so, yeah.



okay, i'm pretty sure that's it, this time.





late.
brian

Distance, Boxcutter, Milanese, and Ooah playing at 1015 folsom on Sept. 5th

*EDIT*: AND SEBASTIAN (Ed Banger)

::pisses pants::

I have long wanted to photograph a funeral. Because it is impolite for me to ask this of others, I'll do you the favor.

Should you be present at my wake/funeral/body identification/farewell ceremony, you have my permission to photograph it and post the photos on the Internet. You can photograph my dead body. You can lift my skirt and see what panties they thought befitting my final rest.

One condition: you are allowed to post only GOOD PHOTOGRAPHS. Do not insult me with un-color-corrected blurriness, unless it has some artistic impact. I am serious. Also, you have to credit me as the model.

This little cootie I caught has turned into a nasty cold. I dragged myself out of bed today to go to a staff meeting I'd called. I got there to find that the lead staff was not there, and would not be there. I wasted my energy, and my gas. I stayed and did some work, and then came home and crashed.

Then tonight I had plans to go see Indiana Jones at the Cerrito with Damon and Robots. Against my better judgment, I decided to go. Got out of bed, packed up my tissues, fixed my hair, had some, er, digestion issues that delayed me, and then hit the road. Got to the Cerrito with plenty of time to spare, except that I had to park. I hit every single light surrounding the theater, and every single light took about 3 minutes. It took me nearly 10 minutes to drive around the block once. Damon was inside with my ticket. I finally found parking, but he wasn't getting my text messages, and there was a terribly long line at the ticket counter. It seemed that by the time I'd be able to purchase another ticket, it would be pointless. I drove home. Just as I was a good portion of the way home, Damon responded. Arg.

Another hour of driving, and a lot of wasted energy. And now I am the crankiest. And I have no husband to keep me company, no Harrison Ford, and no popcorn. Who gets sick in the middle of summer?

I am going to go drown my sorrows in a bowl of pasta, as I have the blood test to check for gluten intolerance tomorrow.

you!

Stacey Q rules.

also: everybody should be watching Peep Show from the BBC. If you're not watching it, you get no awesome.

OMG, I never thought I'd be so excited by dirt.

Fresh smelling earth in my onion roots!
Also on the potatoes!

And the Lemon Basil that was tempting my tummy so,
Eeeeeeeee!

*bouncebouncebounce*

I just picked up my first vegetable box,
it smells so good I was staving
by the time I made it the whole block home.

Fresh flowers too!



Tho, carrying home this much future organic waste material
makes me wish the city would give us a compost bins here in SoMA...

Ah well. Perhaps it's time to resurrect the worm bins on the roof.

(Sorry if you hate these.)

• 13:57 I wonder if there's Jon Stewart/Keith Olbermann slash fic?

Is BaGG letting other clubs flyer there?

I remember awhile back they'd get upset about it, and even throw stacks of flyers away, but recently I've heard people have been doing so...?

Feminists who profess to not like women, make assumptions about their lack of agency, and instead of actually engaging in conversation with these women resort to passive-aggressive, childish, la-la-la fingers-in-ears insults.

And the list of possible contributors to the imaginary anthology Second Wave Feminism: Caught in the Undertow grows longer.

delux_vivens, I may need to borrow your "the feminist blogosphere works my nerves" tag.

2nd day on the job...its going well so far. i work with a bunch of tattooed freaks, so i feel right at home.

crazy thunderstorms and flash-flood warnings have taken over this little desert town for the past few days...i love it! except the part where it makes my hair turn into a frizzy poof.

rant: why is it that all the photos i take that i'm the most proud of seem to get no comments or recognition? does every photo have to have a scantily clad girl in it to get noticed? if so, thats a damn shame because i'm actually really sick of taking photos of pretty girls. /rant

on the subject of photography, i've been posting a few pics here and there to flickr...but i've been holding out on posting them here until i have the entire sets edited...so as soon as i'm done with that i will post them. for those of you who've added me on flickr, i'm sure you've already seen the photos i've posted over the last few weeks.

i've also shot quite a few rolls of film recently...but those may not see the light of day until i get my finances in order and an AC adapter for my scanner.

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Originally uploaded by Avulsionist.

You know who's really obnoxious? Criss Angel.  He's so ridiculously dramatic about his tricks.  Like, he almost always says, "I may lose my life here," or, "I am literally risking my life right now," or, "I could very well die as a result of this experiement."  By the way, calling your magic tricks "Experiments" is also obnoxious.  About as obnoxious as Gob Bluth calling them "Illusions."  We know it's not magic.  We know it's not your "mind and body unity" or "spirituality."  Also, the in-between scenes clips of him standing in the desert screaming "MINDFREEEEEEAAAAAK!!!" at the sky are comical, not haunting.

He may be able to perform really good tricks, that totally fool everybody.  But the presentation is kind of insulting, if you ask me.

My new office is awesome. It's all quiet and windowless and has room for me to hang my Giger above my desk. Plus, the office decorations in this building make me smile. I've seen three Jolly Rogers, several Spinal Tap quotes on people's whiteboards, and one note proclaiming that the inhabitant of the cube an "immolation assassin." I think I can live with this.

Amsterdam:


Venice:


London:

Umm, yeah, no comment... :-p

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So, last night, emails went out to everyone in my friend Ally's contact list inviting them to join some random social network called Yaari—a site she'd never even heard of before. These went out to *everyone*—professional contacts, old boyfriends, you name it. She is not a member of their site, so how did they get into her Gmail account to access her contacts? I looked up "yaari+friend requests" this morning, and found a TON of people complaining that these people had done the same thing to them (although some of them had actually signed up for the site, which makes more sense). Obviously, this is some jerkface's way to get more people to join his site—but how do they do it? Is it possible that they just have some freaky system set up to hack into people's email accounts?

Also, is there any recourse that can be taken for this kind of ass-hattery? Is it worth reporting it to anyone?

Budapest, Hungary:


A castle in a little town you might call LAIBACH (Ljubljana, Slovenia):


Boney Church in Koln, Germany:


More to come...