Sunday 18 November 2001

hooboy
So I made it to the Misfits show despite the stupid foot incident and I had a good time. Within the first few songs, they played "Hybrid Moments" and "Some Kinda Hate" which I was hoping to hear but not expecting to. So that was cool. (And Marky Ramone was there so they played a bunch of Ramones songs as well.) Jerry Only was cool because he seemed like he was genuinely having a good time, as opposed to some bands where the singer seems to have nothing but contempt for the audience. He was pointing and waving to the crowd... so much so that I felt embarassed in a weird way, like oh my God he can see me, ack!
I felt kinda bad when he sang a few of their newer (i.e. post-Danzig) songs, and the crowd was suddenly unenthused. That must be frustrating. It's shitty how some people are critical of them for continuing on or for being more metal than punk or whatever. I mean if you could make your living being in a band and that was what u like to do I don't think it is "selling out" to do so. My pet peeve is people talking about :selling out" geez get over it. Anyway at the end of the show he signed autographs and I was able to get one and escape relatively unscathed apart from being covered in other peoples sweat. Here is a scan of the autograph... I think he should just continue as the lead singer because what is the point in finding another one? He sounded good. They could be a three-piece. And hopefully Doyle will come back. And Doyle is friggin' cute. But anyhoo...

We saw Marcus's friend Valerie, who I really like, and who had for us some really depressing photos of last New Year's Eve... I'm thinkin' this year I'll make it a Dick Clark New Year's Rockin' Eve and stay at home.

While I was puttering around scanning photos into the computer, I had on Britney Spears Live From Las Vegas in the background, out of curiousity, and it looked like soft-core porn. She groped herself and gasped orgasmically and then feigned emotion while she talked about how proud she is of all Americans in the wake of September 11th. Then she said "Ooh I feel better, I just needed to get that off my chest". Oops, I'm Turning the Channel.

Wednesday 14 November 2001

Bloody hell...

Since I was a kid, I will pick at scabs and pull at skin and Mom was always saying "you better stop that or you'll get a nice infection" oh yeah Ma, whatever... self-inflicted bleeding from time to time over a period of 27 years. Yeah uh huh it's all good. Then yesterday, I get a nice infection. I don't know why she calls it nice, but holy shit Ma, you were right. Top of the world, Ma... I had the stupid poison blood line beginning to crawl up my foot (it was started on the sole) yikes... the Dr poked around, cut it open "hmm, maybe you better go to emergency, I'm no foot surgeon" what-what-what? And then he is all "i hope they don't have to do anything dramatic" aren't Dr's supposed to say soothing things? So then I go and the nurse-guy says something like they have to pack it... whatever that means... but then the ER doc comes in and goes, oh well there is nothing to be drained because the infection has gone into the tissue. (d'oh!) And then he goes "best thing is to treat it with antibiotics" (woo-hoo!) I was just so glad he wasn't gonna numb it and cut around in it some more, it was so weird the vaguely scratchy feeling, like shouldn't this be hurting but no it's like paper is tearing or something unconnected. So anyhow he sent me packing with a prescription, crutches and a note to excuse me from work. I was worried I would end up missing the Misfits concert Saturday but so far it seems to be getting better.

So bottom line is sometimes Mom Is Right.

Tuesday 6 November 2001

Today my friend Anthony says "You smell."

And I'm like wha... thinkin' I'm like sweaty B.O. , I didn't fart or anything... "I stink?"

"No, no- you smell like lotion or something. No, it smells good"

Oh..okay.