Originally I saw posted on pod6, fnk, but it was an e-mail from Ian that coerced me to check it out.
Yeah, it's propoganda, but it's good propoganda, and teh funneh. So enjoy.
I've already posted about this on FNK and pod6. Nothing official yet on my part, except that my department is moving to Surrey. I'm going to try to move with it... see if I can re-join the North Burnaby Massive or something.
Good news for me, who kind of has been itching to get off this island for a while now... There was that lull period from about June-October last year where I was beyond happy to be living in Duncan, though when I moved to Nanaimo that all changed.
Timmeh!
Well, in the great Hard Drive burgulary (good luck learning linux, fucking cokeheads), I lost a bunch of images. So here I present one of the ones I had the foresight to host for some reason or another:
Probably some kind of hunting lodge for Rich Weirdos
The Rich Weirdos was Vancouver's monthly Rocky Horror Picture Show cast from May of 2000 to New Year's, 2001. I was a member of the cast, and was thrown in at our first show as a Brad.
Sadly, I had no bow tie, so one of the members of the Portland cast (Dr. Scott in the back) showed me a cheap Brad-trick: Folding an American $1 bill as a bowtie, and attaching it to your neck using spirit gum (note how the bowtie isn't attached to the shirt... beheheheh). So I made do.
It was a fun show. But eventually when Louie (Riff-Raff) went to New York for the summer to work at a music summer camp (He later would show us videos of him and his Devo cover band from the camp) I got to take over as Riff for the summer. After Louie came back, he did a couple of shows as Riff but later showed a keane desire to play the Criminologist (Just so we could slowly strip away his clothes as the night wore on, so it appeared at the end all he was wearing was the book), so I took over Riff duties.
After we were kicked out of the Varsity theatre in Kitts for lack of attendance we had three crazy sellout shows: One at the Plaza theatre on Cambie, and two Hallowe'en engagements at the Vogue downtown Vancouver. I didn't participate in the first Vogue show (it was actually our second, but I wasn't in the first one either.... I had school until 9:30pm and the Vogue shows were at 9, and the first one was while we were still performing at the Varsity) but I was there as an audience member. Then I reluctantly accepted the role of Riff in the last Vogue show we did (and as of today, the last ever Rocky Horror Picture Show performed by the Rich Weirdos of Vancouver) in 2002, with the stipulation that I get to at least have some part of the MCing of the event. I got to read the rules. It was totally awesome. I got the entire audience shouting back the rule numbers at me, yelling at me "FUCK THE RULES" and so on and so forth....
If you've never been to a Rocky Horror Picture Show, you really don't know what you're missing. Next Hallowe'en, find out where one in your area is playing. Yes, there will be one.
Warning. The following is a livejournal entry. I'm entirely attention whoring. If you don't feel like listening to me ramble about why I feel like I'm not having such a great day, don't fucking click the link. Don't. You'll regret it. Okay. Maybe not entirely. But I'm having a dayful of head-meef right now and I have no justification for it. So I'm making a whiny blog entry. I don't know why. Maybe because I think it'll cheer me up. Or whatever. But don't read this goddamn article if you're like me and can stand about 3 lj entries when friends tell you to check it out before you find yourself skipping through them and maybe adding a comment somewhere you find it pertinent. Well, I've disabled comments (Still need to have that Human-Interaction plugin installed, damnit) so you can't even do that. So that makes this an even more benign entry.
If, however, you like the way I write things or think of me an interesting person and want to better understand my twisted mind and the way in which it works, feel free to click and either feel sympathy for me or think I'm a whiny brat that needs to stfu. Entirely up to you. Frankly, I don't care. It's just a really slow day at work and I'm bored.
There. Disclaimer made. You've been warned. Click if you want.
I never get a ride to work. So today my roomate, feeling exceptionally nice or something, offers me a ride in, about an hour after I get out of bed and have my shower.
Normally I have a 35 minute walk to start off my shift. It's good for me. Gives me some time to start prepping my brain, get it ready for a hard day's work. Well, today, I'm relatively tired and didn't get the walk. So I'm spending today feeling teh meef because I didn't manage to properly prime my brain.
I don't want to be here.
And, to combat an urge to follow my raver friends to a rave tonight, I left my bank card at home ($40 is what door prices are looking at, and I'm definately not making nearly enough to afford that... not to mention I really don't feel like being up all night tonight if I'm not doing drugs and working tomorrow.... and I really don't feel like doing drugs....). So I have no moneys and merely a bottle of water to feed myself. So my body's kind of like "Feed me, Seymore" and I'm all "STFU. We are aware of the situation and are working dilligently to resolve it. Bitch."
I hear the crickets chirping. This song is supposed to be over soon, isn't it? This is the part of Disgustipated where you think... damn, this song's not over yet? And you look at the clock and realize you've got at least five minutes before you can start to get up and walk away (I swear that song is about this fucking job). Well, I've got another month here in Nothing-to-do-but-rave Nanaimo....
My plan tonight I guess was to sit around, relax and listen to some hip-hop. Honestly, I wanna socialize but all my friends are going raving. And then there's my other roommate but I get off work at about 10:30 (which means home at about 11) and she usually konks out at about midnight. And I guarantee once I'm home I'm not going to want to sleep. I've been coping with that lately by pluggin in my headphones and listening to music whilst downloading a bunch of stuff. My collection's been getting decent lately, but I've been hogging a lot of download bandwidth lately (avoiding the upload... yay firewall and fuck you shaw... this has promptly gotten me banned from a bunch of soulseek users) and I don't really want to push my luck in that respect. But I'm back up to 2.2 days (from the nine I had before my comp was stolen) and it's mostly the best stuff (primus, snog, modest mouse, wumpscut, underworld, black eyed peas, felix da housecat, lcd soundsystem and a bunch of cd rips). But I find myself a lot of the time sitting in my bed, enjoying the music and wishing muchly for a doobie in my hand (I'm cutting down. Not for health reasons, really, but because I'm not allowed to own weed anymore).
That's the other meef. No weed allowed in the house. It's one thing I'm not allowed to smoke it. I dig that. But I'm not even allowed to own it. And I'm not going to push it, because
1) I don't really want to break the house rules, and
2) I'd be all covert and stealthy about it and go on walks to the park, but then I have to explain to roommates why I come back from the walk with bloodshot eyes and why I'm so clumsy/incoherent. And I've never been very good at the masking of my use. Wonder why.
Okay. We've neutered this whole thing into babbling so I'm going to shut up. If you've made it this far, what the fuck is wrong with you? Go do something more fun than what I'm anticipating my evening to be. You'll thank yourself in the morning.
Either that, or e-mail me and let's get together tonight. I'm planning on being bored and could use some company. ebbomega is my username, and it's gmail. If you can't figure the account out that way, you're probably a bot.
The other headlines I came across was stuff like "it hasn't spread!"
Since I consider the internet to be one of my (many) religions, I suppose this is my form of prayer.
She still has awesome music to make! So here are my thoughts and prayers.
No fucking justice in this world
Got it from Google News Canada
Well, I'm one quiet voice in a sea of billions, but for what it's worth, Kylie, I love your music and hope you pull through.
