INKSTAND

Last night (2-9-07) after attending the opening part for a Bruce Nauman exhibit at the Henry, Jeremy, some friends of his and myself went to Changes for drinks. I had a lot of fun, but I think that was due more to the company than the place we were at. I’ve never been drawn to gay bars (probably because I’ve never had many gay friends) and this place didn’t convince me that they are better than any other bar.
Upon arriving, we ordered a pitcher and each had a Jello shot. The Jello shots were only $1, and were great. This was, I think, only the second one I’ve ever had because every time I’d go to a party that had them, they’d be gone. That’s what I get for being Tardy McLaterson. The pitchers were octogonal and a little wider than usual, but that’s because there was this cylinder going right up through the middle. When it was expressed to the bar thender that we thought we might be getting less beer because of this, he told us it was so that the beer stayed cold. This was laughable, seeing as how the beer would never get a chance to be warm.
We drank on the back patio and I chain smoked as we talked with some colorful (crazy) people. There was a guy (who used to be a woman) who wanted to cut our hair. When Jeremy pointed out that neither of us had hair, he used the beard-trimming angle. I don’t even trim mine like I should, I’m not paying anyone to do it. The back patio had a tv showing videos from the likes of La Bouche and Kylie Minogue ( i think).
I didn’t like the bathroom. It was a closet of a place and the urinal and toilet ar crammed right up against near each other. I DID like the stack of VHS tapes on one table. it looks like some sort of exchange thing where you can take one for a donation and leave some. maybe. I didn’t look into it too much, but it might be a nice way for me to get rid of some of my crappy tapes ( and pick up more).
Jeremy said that he used to screen guys by taking them to Sunday brunch there. He’s never taken me probably because he knows I’d fail miserably. I’m sure I would.
Will I go there again? If I’m drinking with some cool dudes who want to go there again, sure. By myself? Never.

Shut your fucking mouths, you elitist fucks. I KNOW all your arguments against it and I agree with most of them but the site it merely a new social tool like anything else. I’ve stopped complaining about cell phones because I realised that it’s just the way society is shifting. Do the same thing, grow a little, and just ignore it if it bugs you that much. I mean, I hate babies and I just ignore them. Problem solved.

First of all, I hate dancing. Secondly, I didn’t know discos still existed. The other night some friends of friends were going to 80’s dance night and invited me along. Dancing? The eighties? What posessed me? Probably the fact that I was already drunk. And as much as I don’t like dancing, I’ve learned that if I have enough booze in me I can keep at it for a while. My ankles just get tired because the only dance I know is the twist.
So Neighbors’ entrance is in an alleyway. This was kind of creepy, but when I hung out there to smoke, I kind of felt like a hoodlum. There’s a huge dance floor and people dance. I guess that’s what’s supposed to happen. I didn’t know if it was a gay joint at first, becasue the crowd seemed pretty mixed. I suppose dance clubs attract fags like flies to shit anyway, but I looked it up an it is a gay joint. The atmosphere was pretty relaxed, which was really cool. I tend to feel out of place in most gay bars for some reason.
I think the best part about it was that there was this spot in the back behind a glass wall with a couple couches and tables and stuff, so you could get away from the mostly shitty music that was playing. Ok, it wasn’t all that bad, but while there I DID realize that George Michael’s “I Want Your Sex” makes me want to peel my skin off with a pair of pliers. I just now remembered (i was drunk!) having a rolling chair fight with one of the other guys. I’m suprised they didn’t get mad at us about that. I was beyond caring, it was fun.
So, I don’t know what the cover was, but that would probably be a determining factor in whether i go there or not again.

These things are horrendous. Not only do they block aisles of grocery stores and take up the entire sidewalk, they hold not one, but two screaming maggots who will grow up into people that I hate. The only people who should have these are people who have twins. If your child is not old enough to efficiently walk on it’s own, don’t go popping out another one. You have a good stretch of at least twenty years to have healthy babies, why have them so close together? Because it’s easier for your career? Great, you’re selfish AND a baby factory.
ahh…maybe I’m just jealous becaue the existence of babies supports a rumor I keep hearing that people actually have sex.

So today at work a customer gave my buddy Nate a bit of pot as a gift of some sort. Nate is straight-edge, the coolest straight edge kid I know, but since he’s the only one I can geek out about comics with, that’s not saying much. Since he knows I like to smoke the marijuana, he gave it to me. I told him I loved him.
I don’t go looking for pot. I never buy it. But when it comes my way I don’t turn it down. And unless I’m at a party and have been drinking, I can only get high by myself. Some social paranoia thing, I don’t know. So now, hopefully PBS will air Red Dwarf and not try to raise any money for their free programming like they did last week*, and I will get to eat my fat steak, stoned and with beer. As to how good the pot is, I probably won’t report on that because it all kind of feels the same to me.
*Red Dwarf was NOT on again!!! It was a fucking Cream concert. Thanks, you old fossils.

Note from Inkstand: I promise that after this post I will stop using this forum to talk about myself, but start reviewing actual things again…in addition to talking about myself.

If I was a few years younger and not so secure in my masculinity, these stupid faggots would make me ashamed of being a homosexual. But I am, so they don’t. And I would totally do Micah.

On the way home tonight I got totally wasted, choked both of my roommates to death and then shaved my head. I would not recomend doing this unless you have a good reason. And if you do, make sure you have plenty of water and food. Hangovers are a bitch.

I was right about the food/water. No hangover. But I am exhausted and look pretty good.

Gray Matter KimmieI’m glad that Josh has started writing a blog stemming from the Boontdusties page. With Gray Matter Kimmie Josh seems to be chronicling some of the important aspects of my patheticaly co-dependent group of friends. Okay, maybe I’m the only one who’s co-dependent, but that’s because I rarley meet people I like, muchless people who become a family to me. So far he has touched on some of the things that I was not around for because we all went to two different high schools in the same district. While Jake ping ponged between the two, KC and I were stuck at the shitty new one, Freedom. All the other cool kids went to Liberty. I met a few of them during high school, but thank God I assimilated into the tribe later on.
While it may seem that the content of this page is only of interest to those involved, I assure you our lives are better than anything you can ever read/watch/hear/feel/taste anywhere.

Tonight around 11pm I was sitting at the bus stop coming home from work. I was bummed because I was losing my buzz from the beer I’d had and didn’t have any matches to light my single-stick cigarette (trying to quit again or at least cut WAY back). Suddenly I hear a comotion and look up. What do I see but a group of about twenty guys running through the intersection all in their underpants. As if this wasn’t cool enough, a couple were actually wearing briefs.
On the outside I had my usual stoic, aloof expression, not even looking like “what the hell…?” On the inside, however, I was championing the human spirit as well as the fact that for a lot of young men a rite of passage usually includes removing their pants in public.
A few minutes later, they ran back.
A side note: I feel I’ve been puting a lot of karma points in latley. One of my horoscopes today said:”Today, you see how the energy you put out is coming back to you. Get ready for a profound sense of fullness, of reward.” I don’t feel that this is my reward because none of the guys were very big or hairy. And had they been, I’m sure none would’ve come over and given me a blowjob. I’m not complaining, I’m just saying….

No words can express the rage and contempt for human life I feel right now.