home, sweet.

Thanks to all the good vibes from you all I was able to get to the doctor tuesday for liberation from my peebag, was given good news from the pathologist and got the go-ahead to travel home. I'm currently comfy with Humphy and V. is fixing corned beef for our St. Pat's suppper.

It will be a few days before I feel like tackling my email, but I just want to say thank you to everyone. I really can't wait for everything to be back to normal.

Don't forget to get those pap smears.

*smooch*

having a time, glad you're not here

Hey kids.

As much as I'd like you to believe that this break was so I could run off to Aruba and spend my nights drinking tequilia out of V.'s navel, that's not the case.

I'm not back yet, but I want to tell you what's going on, and also tell you why I'm telling you.

Anyone that knows how much I hate the dentist can pretty much extrapolate that that feeling extends, and even doubles for doctors. It's true. But after some consideration and inspiration/motivation from a friend I admire very much, I decided to make a long overdue appointment at the gyno for a checkup last December. Long story short, after an abnormal pap smear result and a series of really icky tests, I was diagnosed with cervical cancer at the end of January. The course of treatment was a radical hysterectomy. Yeah, the word 'radical' is completely ruined for me now, dammit. On the other hand, I now have my very own belly scar.

So, two weeks ago, I was checked into Scripps Memorial Hospital in La Jolla for surgery. I was completely terrified. I haven't spent the night in the hospital since I was born. The surgery went well, I'm now a uterus, cervix, appendix and a couple of lymph nodes lighter. The recovery was (is) the worst. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink for days, but they made me get up and walk as soon as I could. Oh god, that sucked. More pain than I've ever imagined, but they assured me it was for my own good, of course. Anyway, I spent 5 days in the hospital and had a horrible time except for the very lovely pain drugs. V. was there with me nearly the whole time, sleeping in a chair beside me instead of leaving at night. I really couldn't ask for anyone better to watch over me. I'm very lucky. And very in love.

I've now spent a week at my sister's place, still recovering. I can eat regular food now, and I can walk around the house. The pain gets better every day as I get stronger. The biggest drag is the fact that I have to have a catheter for two weeks, so I get to accessorize my recovery outfit with a charming bag of my own urine. Fun, no?

I'll be in California a little longer for follow-up and then I'll be going home as soon as they say it's okay for me to make the drive.

Alright, enough of me whining.

I'm telling this here because I want the women who read this site to know that everything I've been through could have been avoided if I'd taken better care of myself, and gone to the doctor regularly. I want you to know that if you haven't had a check-up and a pap smear in a couple years that I'm begging you to make that appointment today. Please.

I'm trying to have a sense of humor about it all, but believe me, this whole thing has completely sucked.

And I really don't want anyone else ever to have to go through this.

Please take care of yourselves. Make that appointment.

I'm going back to the couch to watch the cable teevee and moan until V. brings me ice cream.

I'd much rather be doing something else.

Sadly, there were no tacos.

I'm not nearly sufficiently recovered from "krix and V.'s extended weekend of fun" but I'm going to go grab some red bull and get caught up.

I can't believe it's Wednesday already.

Where does the time go?

Budu Saranai!

Happy Bodhi Day!

Bodhi Day celebrates the day of Buddha's enlightenment and is generally celebrated on December 8th. The tradition of Bodhi Day is mostly practiced in Northern India and Nepal. The traditional Buddhist greeting "Budu Saranai!" means (loosely translated) "May the serenity of the Buddha's be yours!"

The Four Noble Truths

1. Suffering is universal. No one escapes.

2. The cause of suffering is ignorance. Ignorance of self is the greatest ignorance.

3. Ignorance can be overcome.

4. The way to overcome ignorance is the Eightfold Path

The Eighfold Path

1. Harmonious Views

2. Harmonious Thoughts

3. Harmonious Conduct

4. Harmonious Speech

5. Harmonious Livelihood

6. Harmonious Effort

7. Harmonious Mindfulness

8. Harmonious Meditation

-via the enigmatic op cit, with a shout-out to bea_herenow

rock rock rock

I'll be out of the loop for a few due to VM gigs tonight and tomorrow. I got the amp just in time, though and it's luscious. I can't wait to give it a go onstage.

Rock on.

rock and roll girls

I'm still recovering from having a crazy busy weekend with not one, but two Vibemerchant shows. The best part was that Nudel braved scary cab rides and smoke-filled dive bars to see us! It was so awesome to have her there and we had a great time. She even got to see me nail the solo in Oblivious on Friday night. Of course, she and Wanda (thanks for coming!) also got to see me completely fuck it up on Saturday after the bar owner told us to turn down and harshed the band's whole groove. Bah. We're going to start covering Vanishing instead. I can't take the pressure.

Nudel also got to see my debut singing a little backup on our new song, Knock Me Down . Yeesh, I was nervous. I ordered a double-shot of straight vodka before we hit the stage and set it on my amp for right before that song. I'm not sure if it helped or not, I couldn't really hear. Nothing was thrown at us, so I guess it was OK. I don't really want to sing, but it serves that particular song well.

I was less nervous on Saturday, but that was because NO ONE was in the place. Nudel and Wanda were the crowd and kept us going that night. The whole band thanks both of you for being there, seriously. We made a mistake of not flyering the area or promoting the show aside from on the website. Also, I pushed to go on by 11:30 because I thought that was plenty late, but the place must be a swing-shift watering hole because it was finally filling up at 1am with customers. Live and learn. We play there again on the 13th of Nov.

Anyway, I had a great time with Nudel here and can't wait for her to come back :)

Rawk!

rock rock rock

We have a gig tonight.

Everyone have a great weekend.

while I was sleeping

I had a dream last night that there was some sort of event at my neighborhood school that Keanu was at and I had to give a speech for him. Some people I know (including Keanuette!) were leading me to a room that was set aside for the speech. I only saw Dream!Keanu in passing. He was wearing what he wore to that fashion show in Austin. Suprisingly, I pretty much knew what I was going to say, although I never actually spoke in the dream.

I don't remember much else. I really need to start writing stuff down.

I also dreamed about painting my bass teacher's jeans while he was wearing them. The paint was magenta and there was some weirdness when I got to the crotch.

This is why I prefer to sleep with the teevee on.

bass-ically busy

Vibemerchant gig tomorrow night. I have to practice. We've got one brand new song and added a frustratingly easy-to-fuck-up bass part to another. While Reeves may be able to maintain a goofy grin while facing a less-than-satisfied crowd (I doubt ALL of those pieces of paper had phone numbers), I'm not nearly as evolved.

Rawk amongst yourselves.

I don't care what they yell at me

A couple things that I bet becky's bassplayer hardly ever does before a gig.

• overpluck right eyebrow
  
• cut knee shaving
  
• match nail polish to bass
  
• freak out over a relatively simple cover song
  

OMF. I'm in a band.

,

where's Jack Traven when you need him?

Zoiks.

There's a bomb scare thing going down right now here in Vegas.
Part of the strip is closed and it's all over the teevee.

Very exciting.

It was nothing.

I'm feeling relieved and gypped at the same time.

monday memes

My japanese name is Kawazoe (riverside) Kumiko (eternal beautiful child).

Aww, that's pretty.

Keanu's japanese name is Saruwatari (monkey on a crossing bridge) Kenta (healthy and plump).

Take your real japanese name generator! today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.
-via kat

Why did the monkey cross the bridge? To get to the riverside.
So what happens next? Well, according to the "You and Keanu" quizzy thing over at Club-Keanu...

We'll meet at a concert. (check)
His first thought will be that he didn't notice me too much. (I knew I should have had him sign my boobs!)
Our first date will consist of me tackling him and dragging him into the bedroom. (Oh, come on. I'll totally buy him dinner first)
After he gets to know me he will think "there's the door" (What? I think 'plumpmonkey' is a great pet name! Quit throwing stuff!)
How it will all end up? We'll live happily ever after. (Natch)

And while I'm posting silly quizzy things, via damn near everyone , here are the results of my 20 questions personality test:

You are an SEDF--Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you an evil genius. You are extremely focused and difficult to distract from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and unsuspecting.

Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well--even those you have known a long time--because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. You prefer to observe, calculate, discern and decide. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable.

You are not to be messed with. You may explode.

I would never presume to take that test on Keanu's behalf, but I like to think he may be a fellow evil genius.

If not, I have a plan.......bwuhahahaha!

Wet Jam

I wonder if Keanu ever completely changes the way he plays a song the night before a gig?

Ack.

it vibrates

Rawk.
The Vibemerchants got the gig confirmed for tomorrow night so we won't have to crack any skulls. We'll be playing with two other bands, Lazarus Rise (local) and The Symptoms (who also have a girl bassist). We're all much less nervous this time around so I'm looking forward to a fun night.

Also, I have about 25 Vibemerchants stickers to give away. They're pretty plain but if you want one send an email to stuck@vibemerchants.com with your name and address and I'll pop one in an envelope for you.

or as I like to call it, 'my cats won't come out from under the bed' day

OK, which one of you works for NPR?

So, in my inbox today was THIS google news alert, which makes no freaking sense.

Here is the page it links to, with the obviously corrected text and here is the story that is almost as mind-boggling as the typo itself.

Of course, I can't believe that's a typo.

That's the subtle subterfuge of a Keanuist.

A couple of years ago, as I was setting up false accounts on some business software for training purposes, I used Keanu movie characters for the names. Of course, no one ever really saw them but me. Some Fight Club fan slipped this in when no one was looking, which is so awesome and appropriate I can hardly stand it.

Anyone else out there? Have you either accidentally or purposefully injected some Keanu content where none should be? Could you? Would you?

flow chart

Tonight I'm going to see The Doors (of the 21st Century) in concert at the Sunset Station. The lineup consists of original Doors members Ray Manzarek and Robby Krieger. Ian Astbury, formerly of The Cult I believe, is singing. I had hoped that Stu Copeland would be playing drums, but that's not the case. Ty Dennis is.

Anyway, I googled the bass player, Angelo Barbera.

Now, along with playing bass in an incarnation of one of the greatest bands in rock history, Angelo plays in an LA rock band called I-94. I-94 was formed by British mates Mark Arnell (lead vocal) and Danny Martin* (drums/ background vocals). These guys? Formerly a band called Bottlefly....who opened for Dogstar the very first time I saw them.

At the Sunset Station.

Sometimes I think the universe just likes to mess with me.

*I had the chance to hang out after a Bottlefly show once and Danny said I was "a funny one then, aren't you?" I think I still have one of his drumsticks somewhere.

linking Linklater now

A Scanner Darkly director Richard Linklater has a new film - Before Sunset - poised for release. Here's an interview with him about the film, which is the sequel to Before Sunrise, a film he made 9 years ago.

No mention of Scanner in the interview, but it's a good look at a fascinating filmmaker. I'll bet he was great to work with.

-via POTD

Also, for those of you that have Netflix, they now have several of Linklater's movies, including Before Sunrise and Waking Life. You should rent that if you haven't already.

Ultra Monday

I hope everyone had a great weekend. I never did find any of the cheap-yet-tasty wine. Vodka Sunday was bumped to Saturday this week, so as to be merely hungover for brunch with daddy, as opposed to completely lit.

For anyone that's interested, there's a new track at the Vibemerchants site, Ultra Mellow.

I have to go get some coffee.

Maybe it's some sort of hazing ritual for new bands

This morning? I don't ever want to do it again.
But I'm sure that will change by Sunday night's practice.

We thought we would be going on first, at 10pm, but the pecking order at The Cooler on weeknights is that the first 2 timeslots are the desirable ones (because people have to leave earlier). So we went on much later than we thought we would and most of the people that showed up to see us ended up having to leave. That sucked. (Brittany must have invited 25+ people, at 10:00 the place was jammed with her friends and co-workers) We finally went on around midnight, most of our friends had left and there were some more delays and problems setting up and when we finally started playing we probably weren't at our best.

I'm actually not sure how we sounded because all I could hear was bass. I wasn't perfect but didn't mess up royally any time and I was more annoyed at the way the whole night played out than nervous. I'm hoping next time will be less stressful and more fun.

To quote a member of one of the other bands, it was "good for a first gig." The folks that did stick it out and stay to hear us seemed to like it (though they could have just been drunk).

sending out a vibe

The new and improved vibemerchants.com is ready for the public scrutiny.

getting cooler

Vibemerchant news below, click if you're interested.

You can't tell yet, but I've been working on the Vibemerchants site and hopefully we will get some more music mixed down and uploaded soon, along with the cheesy band bios and stuff. I want to get the site ready for public consumption by next week.

Why?

We've got a gig.

Thursday, June 10 - 10 pm @ The Cooler Lounge. No cover.

We'll be the first of three bands so the set will probably be about 6 or 7 songs, although we can play for an hour if need be. An hour and a half if we do our 25 minute version of Zombie.

Eric was in town over the weekend and came to see us rehearse. We had a great time Sunday night and he actually ended up "producing" on one of our newest songs. He liked us enough to talk about us coming up to Seattle to do a gig in September. How exciting is that?

Dave says that we're at the top of the hill and the parking brake has just been released. Damn his scary analogies.

Yeah, I'm a little nervous but that's slowly being turned into excitement. Every practice we get a little better and the feedback we've gotten from friends and family so far is good. Everyone says we're ready so all I can do is make sure I know the songs backwards and forwards and try not to freak out.

All I have to do is play bass.

I can do that.

could someone please turn the internet down?

...I'm a little hung over.

I see that my post-Last Call audblog didn't come through so, in a nutshell:

Juliette Lewis really likes to arch her back. They weren't nearly as good as becky. While I don't share Roi's compulsion to punch Carson D. in the face, I still found him pretty much a tool. Jason Bateman, on the other hand, is just dreamy. I didn't get any camera time, but Roi may have thrown the goat behind Carson's head during the intro to the band. The show will air June 11.

After we left the Hard Rock, we decided that it would be a good idea to go check out The Cooler Lounge, since the Vibemerchants might be playing our debut gig there in a few weeks. We missed the first band but there were four more sceduled for the night.

In order, and with increasing inebriation we rocked out to:

• Redfield, good band but there were horrible P.A. issues. So bad that they finished out their set standing in the crowd. "If you wannna hear, stand close to me."
  
• Chinatown, yummy canadian boys. They rocked even with the bad sound, and gave us their beer.
  
• Spit, not my style but VERY good at what they do. They had really nice gear. High energy, smoking bass, scary outfits.
  
• the Asphalt, my favorite of the night and not just because John let me hold his sexy bass (which at that point I was way too drunk to play). I may go see them again on the 3rd.
  

We schmoozed and networked (even though none of the bands were local) and I'm glad we checked out the place and the scene. We don't sound like any of the bands that played last night, I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. I do know that up until now I've been a little freaked out about the whole gig thing, but now I'm starting to get psyched. They'd better get that P.A. fixed though.

Oh, and I smoked a cigarette last night. Don't tell anyone.

Little Bunny Kung-Foo

Heee!

thenk you veddy much

Andy Kaufman is "back".

He's blogging.

And apparently while he was away faking his own death, he watched The Matrix.

the monkeyverse's robot

By the way, The Matrix Online is signing up beta-testers.

strike a pose

my favorite gynotikolobomassophile

what's up?

drink the wine that moves you

The Many Wines
...Rumi

God has given us a dark wine so potent that,

drinking it, we leave the two worlds.

God has put into the form of hashish a power

to deliver the taster from self-consciousness.

God has made sleep so that

it erases every thought.

God made Majnun love Layla so much that

just her dog would cause confusion in him.

There are thousands of wines

that can take over our minds.

Don't think all ecstasies

are the same!

Jesus was lost in his love for God.

His donkey was drunk with barley.

Drink from the presence of saints,

not from those other jars.

Every object, every being,

is a jar full of delight.

Be a connoisseur,

and taste with caution.

Any wine will get you high.

Judge like a king, and choose the purest,

the ones unadulterated with fear,

or some urgency about "what's needed."

Drink the wine that moves you

as a camel moves when it's been untied,

and is just ambling about.

(From "RUMI: One-Handed Basket Weaving," versions of Rumi by Coleman Barks (Maypop, 1991), p. 75. The original is from Rumi's Mathnawi, Book IV, 2683-2696.)

--It's "Post a Poem to your Blog" day. Via Batgrl

in need of inspiration

I have been so into working on vibemerchant music this week I haven't even worked on everything I'm supposed to learn for my lesson.

Minor Scale....check
Minor Blues....check

Righteous Brothers - (You're My) Soul and Inspiration.....an anthem to co-dependency if I ever heard one.

...NOT checked.

Bleh....

I need someone to sign my mom's name on this

Dear Mr. krix's bass teacher,

Please excuse krix from playing The Pink Panther this week.

Apparently, ever since Friday night, all she wants to play is becky songs.

Mr. Mancini will have to wait.
Blame Reeves.

reality bites, and I bet it gives a nasty hickey as well

I full-on-robot support Erin's campaign to become NBC's Average Jane.

why isn't there a drummer store where we can just go pick one out?

Vibemerchant news, click below if you're interested...

So, last night I played with a drummer for the very first time. It was fun!
He actually showed up, which is a big plus. He's very powerful, and fast. Very metal-influenced, which is great for some stuff, but he's going to have to turn it down a notch for a lot of the rest. He's from Seattle and generally a good guy, really enthusiastic which is also good. He seems really anxious to start gigging, which makes me nervous.

We're going to keep looking for "the one" (note the lowercase) though.

Oh, my fuck.

I'm in a band.

chromatic kutcher

My newfound love for all things Ashton inspired me to do a wallpaper from some images found at AKN's Ashton-ished gallery.

Have a colorful, Kutcherful night everyone!!!!

*smoooch*

DVD news

We still have to wait until July to see Ashton on DVD in The Butterfly Effect, but thankfully Steve Martin remade his classic Parenthood so he could give Ashton a part!!

Cheaper by the Dozen comes out on DVD April 6th, the same day that part 3 of that one movie comes out.

Ashton is teh H0tness!!1!!!1!!!

OMG! if he only played drums too......

I wanna be Demi Moore when I grow up!

So this means Kelso loves me, right? Or is that just in syndication?

You're Jackie!


Which That 70's Show Character are You?
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I [heart] Ashton!

Christopher Ashton Kutcher was born on February 7th, 1978 in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. His twin brother, Michael, followed about five minutes later. Ashton also has an older sister, Tausha. His parents, Larry and Diane, divorced when Ashton was thirteen years old. It was around this same time that his brother had to undergo heart transplant surgery, which went smoothly. Still, the medical emergency impacted Ashton’s life, and he later enrolled in the University of Iowa, where he studied biochemical engineering in hopes of finding some way to help people with cardiomyopathy, the disorder his brother suffered from.
When Ashton was fifteen, his mother moved her family, along with her soon to be second-husband, to Homestead, Iowa - a relatively small farming community. While in high school, Ashton excelled at sports, but also developed a keen interest in theatre - making his debut in a 7th grade production of "The Crying Princess and the Golden Goose."

However, for the time being acting was only a hobby, and he was focused enough on his studies to gain entry into the University of Iowa’s biochemical engineering program. It was while studying at that institution that an agent discovered him in 1997. He was spotted at a restaurant and the agent suggested he enter a modeling contest called Fresh Faces of Iowa. Ashton ended up winning the competition, and earned himself a trip to New York to compete in an International Model and Talent Agency competition. He was quickly signed to an exclusive agency, and ended up traveling the world doing photo shoots and runway shows. Ashton landed some very good gigs, including Versace, and Calvin Klein.

In 1998, he decided to spread his wings some more and went on the audition circuit. One of the first shows he tried out for was That 70's Show , and he was lucky enough to get a very big early break.

Not one to rest on his laurels, Ashton took steps to make the jump to the big screen. He quickly landed roles in the teen romantic comedy, Down to You , the Ben Affleck action flick Reindeer Games and the modern western Texas Rangers , starring James Van Der Beek. Still young, Ashton has already managed to make an impact in the mediums of print, television and film. Clearly, he is one to watch.

Fun Ashton Facts:

• Ashton has two webbed toes on his left foot, the second and third toe ["OMG! Me too!"--krix]
  
• Won a trip to New York in a modeling competition; subsequently signed by the Next modeling agency (1997)
  
• P. Diddy has been given a lot of credit for hooking up Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore, because they really have been inseparable since his L.A. party that summer. But they actually met in April on Saturday Night Live.
  
• Ashton had to perform CPR on Colin Hanks in March 2003 when flying back from Mardi Gras and their plane suddenly lost cabin pressure.
  
• Ashton loves to make things and is quite the craftsman. He is currently remodeling his home in LA and has built such things as a deck and the mantle in his living room.
  
• Ashton is not only an actor, but wrote ("master-minded") and produces "Punk'd". He was actually a co-producer for "My Boss's Daughter" and is an executive producer in the thriller, "The Butterfly Effect", as well as, a producer for the comedy, "The Dinner Party", also starring Bernie Mac.

Source--Ashton-Kutcher.net

What do you think?

...if a prospective drummer calls and says that his phone might cut in and out because he's at a salon for a trim, I'm totally allowed to call him "haircut boy" throughout the audition, right?

It's a lovely rock and roll world.

for once

Real life kicking my ass. Stop.
No time to blog. Stop.

Please check out Once. Stop.

Signed,

Dances with Fax Machines

vibemerchant news

Off topic. Click below if you're interested.

We've been putting off polishing the few more recordings we've done until a) my playing improves and b) we get a real live drummer.

Well, Roi just called and he got a response to the ad he placed in a free weekly.
Yay! \m/

Best part? Girl Drummer. And she hasn't been playing that long either, which is perfect in my opinion.

I actually did call Roi back to say "Neither of you can sleep with her!"

Hee.

buzz

So, I'm loving the camphone and my buzznet account. I was afraid that the SprintPCS format of photo sending was going to be a problem, but it's not.

It is taking all the restraint I have to not shoot and send pictures of every little thing, though. Thankfully my desk is way too messy and what I had for lunch just wasn't that interesting.

Marc is one of the awesome creators of buzznet.
Tony's got buzz.
So does Jozjozjoz, and Lomara.
And Wil Wheaton, too.

Emmanuelle posted Oscar Buzz and got hassled for it. Then again, she's been hassled by Frank Black as well. That rocks.

Besides personal moblogs, Buzznet has all kinds of community/group blogs.

Some are location specific. Vegas anyone?

One could spend an afternoon browsing the Vanity Plate and Bumper Sticker ones.

Food.
Eyeballs.
Hot Girls. (and Guys)
There's even Celebs, in case you bump into a member of the Fab Five at a party or Jay Leno happens to pass you on the freeway.

So far, my only new camphone pics are from the studio last weekend, but I hope to have some interesting and fun things to moblog this weekend.

kiwi rawk

Last June, when becky played the Viper Room, one of the other bands on the marquee was New Zealand's Steriogram. You may remember me screaming in the club, trying to leave a voicemonkey message about how much they rocked.

Well, Tyson (who said "hi" on the voicemonkey that night), Brad (great kisser)and the rest of the band (swell fellas as well) are getting ready to hit it big time with a new Michel Gondry directed video for their song Walkie Talkie Man and their debut CD, Schmack! (great title) due to release on April 20. You can watch the video and check out the song at the Capitol Records' site and of course you'll want to go to Steriogram.com (flash required) for even more rockin' kiwi-boy goodness, including their gig guide for upcoming american tour dates (Vegas, baby! March 19) so you can catch them live.

\m/

band practice

Now I know why Reeves uses a pick.
The entire tip of my right index finger is a blister.

Bass playing is cool.

Who's your friend when things get rough?

Permanent Record on DVD is released today and you know what else comes out?

H.R. freaking PUFNSTUF!!, the whole series.

Dude! You know, if David would have had a magical talking flute, he might not have taken that swan dive.

I dare plenty

Keanu's horoscope this week is sort of creepy, yet boring so I'm posting mine instead.

ARIES (March 21-April 19): For many male athletes, having sex before a big game is taboo. They believe it saps their energy and hurts their chances of winning. The coach of the Chinese Olympic ping-pong team has gone even further, banning his players from falling in love. In my opinion, this approach is crazy and wrong. According to my analysis of the astrological omens, the best way for you to prime yourself for your upcoming moment of truth is by enjoying as much sweet affection and erotic delight as you dare.

Cripes.
Even Brezsny knows I need to get laid.

my roadie is 12" tall

Is this not the cutest thing ever?

It's a Fender mini-amp and it actually works. It has a headphone jack and was about half the price of a Rockman, so I figure I can toss it in a satchel with a tuner and a cord and be fairly portable for practicing at the office and such. And did I mention it was cute? I'm such a girl.

Yes, I can practice bass in my office. Sometimes I don't hate my job.

So, my baby arrives tomorrow (FedEx tracks it in Phoenix today), and I can hardly contain myself. I'm going shopping tonight for some accessories (strap, a gig bag, etc) so I'm ready to rock when it arrives. Aieee. I can't wait.

I'm sure I'm going to have to invest in a real bass amp very soon. I was planning on just using the Yamaha guitar amp I already have, but have been warned about blowing out the cone.

Boom boom boom.

Yep, I can see that happening.

how to be a rockstar. Step 1.

So, you want to hear my bassplaying debut?

Always On.mp3

Now remember, I've only been playing bass for 2 days.

Dave fucking rawks.

E A D G

I just bought a bass.

Long story short, I played bass on one of Dave's songs tonight and really had fun.

Sam Ash has instant online credit.

And free shipping.

I'm gonna need some lessons.

Snow Way!

It freaking SNOWED in VEGAS last night !

Humphrey is freaking out.

I am too.

Snow!

what I learned at work today

If you type

how many square feet in an acre

into google, you get this handy little calculator result.

BUT....

if you type

"how many square feet in an acre?"

you get...........p o r n.

[note: DO NOT click on any of the google search results on that second one. Trust Me.]

"Tell them I'm having the most wonderful hallucinations"

I just got off the phone with Julie! in Amsterdam, who has been MIA due to being ill, but hopefully will be bouncing back shortly.
She's currently all hopped up on antibiotics and some apparently lovely pain meds.

Get well soon, girly!

tis the season

Go here, read this.

Contemplate committing your own random act of kindness. Whether it's giving a coat away to someone who needs it, donating one (or some blankets) to the local homeless shelter or picking up an extra toy for your local toy drive.

Hold the door for someone with an armload of packages.

Be nice to your retail clerk.

Make sure no one you know is alone for the holidays.

Have a falling out with a friend this year? Make the first move to bury the hatchet.

Say "I love you" out loud.

It's raining (men)

Hey from Seattle!

I have a minute so I thought I would say 'Hi' and I'm having a great time. We ate Thanksgiving dinner at a restaurant but it wasn't so bad, no waiting - no dishes. Eric had to DJ last night so I was recruited to run the camera for his club's "Show us your Stuff" stripping contest. Nothing beats pumpkin pie like drunk men dropping trou to Missy Elliott. Wee Neo got to do a little pole dancing but totally blew his chance to have his picture taken with the glorious Diva Delish. Maybe next time ;)

Well, I'm going to head across the street for a soy latte, my new drink of choice.

frantic packing mania

Something's very wrong. I am sure I've packed everything I need....yet I still have room in both bags.

Hmmmm.

I've decided to leave eddieshirt home. Too irreplacable, and it would just be my luck to have my luggage lost or damaged.

Apparently, dressing for Seattle is all about the layers, so I've decided to make use of part of the T-shirt collection as my base layers. It will be my little secret knowing Neo or Johnny or Ted is close to my skin under a pile of fleece.

Ooooh! A book, I must pack a book. Also must remember to pack the phone charger, camera and little Neo.

Oi, I know I'm forgetting something.

Yay

I just woke up and the blog is back.

I get letters

Perhaps I should consider offering my services as a Keanusultant.

From my inbox...

"because you're an expert i wanted YOUR advice...

people are always hounding me with, "whoa you resemble keanue reeves!"

and i wanted YOU to tell me what YOU think, so i can close the book on that subject.

a million pics of me here:
antidisestablishmentarian.blogspot.com

thank you in advance."

I probably should have corrected his spelling, huh?

My reply:

So far my opinion is that your blog takes forfuckingever to load on dialup.
From what I can tell from the pics from the top banner (which is the only thing loading), you may have a bit of a Thomas Anderson thing goin' on.

Oh wait, it's finally loaded.

*scrutinizes*

OK.
You're hella fucking cute and I can see where someone (who was not a Keannoisseur) would say that you resembled him. You do scruffy well, very well......
In my "expert" opinion, you come from the same part of the factory, but a different conveyor belt. Probably not enough to get a gig as a look-alike unless you studied his mannerisms, etc. And even then, you could probably only wow the audience at a kid's party, not a bachelorette's.

Of course, I'm only judging by the few pictures on your front page, I'd have to sleep with you to give a full assessment.

So, if you'd just like an answer for those who are hounding you, you can say:
"Well I asked a girl who runs a Keanu website and spends way too much time editing the hundreds of pictures she has on her hard drive and she said 'Close, but no Keanu' but she'd totally do me if she had the chance."

Hope this helps,

krix

Was that too slutty?

Love is a Burning Thing

And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire

Little did I know that last night - as Roi was teaching me to play 'Ring of Fire' over at Dave's - Batty and Jon, along with several other SoCal bloggers and many others were watching a firestorm right outside their windows, some packing their most important stuff and leaving their homes because of the worst wildfires in many years.

I fell into a burnin' ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burn, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire

It looks like Batty and Jon's place was unharmed. I'm seeing and reading on the news that so many others were not so lucky. I always get especially sad for the animals in these disasters.

The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Oh, but the fire ran wild

300,000 acres. That's a lot of land.
Looking at the maps of the affected areas, I know that these are the places that Tess and I drove through on our way to and from Solana Beach last month.
I hope that this gets under control soon.

slice of saturday

Little cat toeclaws and a little cat tongue brought me out of my sleep this morning so quickly I can't remember if I dreamed or not. I think I may have been roughed up a little by the sandman, it feels like I have a new phantom bruise on my eyebrow. Tender.

Your mind makes it real, they say.

No coffee yet today, there's only decaf brewed. Not my doing, it's bitter swill with no real purpose, in my opinion. The ficus gets it when it cools.

I have some new books to read so I have something to occupy me on my self-imposed cyber hermitage.
Is that a word? I know it's a wine.
I think maybe I should start drinking heavily again. It's fall, after all.
'Tanked off your ass' is the new black, I hear.

Dashing young Funk came to the comments to check on me.
So sweet.
If only all the nice boys weren't interstates or oceans or tax brackets away.

My stream of consciousness is puddling.
I expect to descend into full-on madness by Wednesday.

piece of glass

UPDATE:click here for a pop-up image of the second piece. I hate it.

I do

The nice part about saving myself for Keanu Reeves is that I'll most likely never get married and end up wearing anything that could be found on this site, uglyweddingdress.com.

Go read, it's hysterical.

time-wasting update:
Let's play a game.
You're marrying Keanu.
Find your dream dress online and post the link in these comments.

Counting down to the Jack Bauer Power Hour

Less than two weeks until the new season of 24 begins and I'm nearly as excited about that as I am about Revolutions.

I loves me some Kiefer.

I can handle this

Joe Pantoliano aka Joey Pants aka Cypher has a new show debuting tonight on CBS, The Handler.

. From underground prostitution rings and drug traffickers to the worlds of high tech and high finance, it's a behind-the-scenes look at how Joe's well-schooled operatives infiltrate and tackle them all. Joe is the ultimate "puppet master" who also interfaces with government and local law enforcement agencies that come to him for help with both long-term and quick sting operations. He knows from personal experience that going undercover is an all-or-nothing job. Any lapse in "character" can mean the difference between life and death for his operatives, and Joe goes to great lengths to make sure his people are properly prepared, mentally and physically.

There's still another month before the new season of 24 and the rest of the new crop of shows seem to be a big assortment of suck with a few shows actually worth watching.

By the way, Las Vegas? Not one of them.

But I have heard good things about The Handler and plan on continuing to ignore the ever-ringing phone and keeping my Friday nights free in order to watch.

return to civilization

I have a couple cats to cuddle and a lot of dust to shower off or I'd tell you how I just narrowly escaped having to stay up on the mountain for the rest of the week in order to cook for the menfolk, about screaming and sliding down a gravel hill riding the brake on the ATV and the yellowjackets who have no regard for one's personal space.

yeah, I had quite the good time tonight....

This would be Aaron's ass.

Mmmmm...Aaron. We love Aaron.

I spent most of the set on my knees on the side of the stage.

TAKING PICTURES, you pervs.

I'm still a wee bit tipsy, but I have thrown all the pics in a photoshop album HERE.

Go buy a Suburban Legends CD.

OR Go download their music at MP3.com.

lazy kitty me

Hope everyone has a good weekend.

Purrrrrrrrrr

Me in Honey

Coming in at #4 on this list, would probably be anything by R.E.M. up to and including the album Out Of Time.

I only mention this after the fact and off topic because...

I GET TO GO SEE R.E.M. Tonight!

Yay. Dave just called with a spare ticket from the radio station he works at.

I might be audblogging for my own amusement.

I believe in Mr. Grieves

If I could only listen to two albums for the rest of my life, they would be XTC's Skylarking and The Pixies' Doolittle.

If you made me choose between the two, I'd have to kill you.

(Happy Ending would be runner up at third.)

XTC stopped touring in 19eighty-freaking-two, and who knows what the hell is going on with Dogstar...

So this, from pitchfork media (via Warren Ellis) is very good news.

Pixies To Reunite For Tour In April 2004; New Album Possible

John L. Ferrer and Will Bryant report:
There's that rare time when a sarcastic, jaded music news site has to report without any sarcasm or irony. Short of the Velvet Underground, there's no band more beloved, more important, more cited as an influence in indie rock than the Pixies. Whether you're strictly a Doolittle man (surely one of the finest damn rock albums ever) or an obsessive who can name every Trompe le Monde b-side, the Pixies' contributions to the alternative rock canon are sacred texts, the alpha cell of a paisley-flecked v23 flowchart that, down various impeccably typeset branches, might lead to Nirvana, to the Breeders, to Throwing Muses, Guided By Voices, Modest Mouse, Trail of Dead, or Enon.

Sadly, most of these revelations weren't made until after the band's prime. Since their reportedly messy and bloody demise in 1993, fans have signed on by the dozens-- based partially on the recommendation of Kurt Cobain, and partially by their desire to find something truly exuberant, legitimate, funny and weird in their music. Anyone born in the '80s might surely have at some point sighed and abandoned all hope of seeing the Pixies on stage at all. In a sense, the idea of a Pixies reunion has almost become a joke, the indie-kid version of "Yeah, when pigs fly." So when the report came in July that all four original members (that's Black Francis, Kim Deal, David Lovering, and Joey Santiago) have been secretly practicing together every couple of blue moons since the breakup, there was the first glimmer of hope.

Now that the heavyhandedness is past, here comes the point. The glimmer is now a full-blown supernova. It's happening. In April. No dates yet, not even any quotes from the group's principals-- just a band spokesperson's promise to MTV, who broke the story. The source, who remains unnamed in MTV's story, also claims that if all goes well a studio album will follow.
The Pixies. Are back. Together. Music is saved. Lovers of rock, unite and cheer. This is going to truly own.

Someone alert Reeves to this, I think he's a fan as well.

stuff of Legends

Yay! Suburban Legends, a great ska band that many of us fell in love with when they played with becky at last June's Musician's Institute show, will be playing here in Vegas this Sunday night.

Jillian's - Support the Scene
Suburban Legends, Melee, Solemite
Sunday, September 14, 2003
6pm - 9:00pm
Location: Jillian's, 450 Fremont Street
Las Vegas, NV

I'm so there.

AND for those of you that are going to see becky in Solana Beach on the 27th, the Legends will be playing at the Vans Triple Crown of Skateboarding event in Oceanside on the 28th.

The Pier
Oceanside, CA
Van's Triple Crown of Skateboarding
www.vans.com

That's like right next door to Solana Beach so if you're making a weekend of it you might want to check them out. Plus, there will be a bunch of hot little sk8er bois running around if you're into that sort of thing.

this is not a booty call

...even though I'm a little drunk.

email spoofy viruses, sucky or not?

sucky, definitely

Update your virus software, people. I'm getting bounce messages for mail I never sent.

FYI - you will NEVER ever get an email with an attachment from any keanuvision.com address unless it is something I have told you I am sending either in a prior email or with [.jpg attached] in the subject line.

And really, except for a few people, I rarely just email out of the blue,(preferring to share my idiocy with the general public here on the blog) so if you get anything from this domain, especially with an attachment just delete it.

Private Message

To the guy that sat behind us last evening:

Shut. Up.
You aren't funny.
You are so unfunny and lame that 4 out of 5 socially-inept morons are glad they aren't you.
And the fifth one chose a stick of sugarless gum and even that is still funnier than you.
Guess what?
If it's not funny the first time, chances are it won't be funny the eighth time only louder, you raging jackass.

I truly wished you were sitting in front of me because I would have bought a 6 dollar beer just so you could wear it.

Seriously, shut the fuck up.....forever.

Hark! Anon!

(via jozjozjoz)

Featured Item (cat not included)

I also added some choice pictures tonight as well.

And I promise to stop hawking now.

augh!

Things will be quiet today as I'm trying to get this scanner that my brother gave me installed and it's not going very well.

I'm thinking the right tools for the job just might be a hammer and a credit card.

she's crafty

I got my other glass projects back over the weekend, the round plate turned out OK except for some reason it clouded, I don't know if it was overfired or what, but THIS ONE - the square sushi platter - came out fabulous.
I'm really pleased with the color and clarity of this one, like his eyes.

Click here to see a straight-on shot of the design.
I should have wiped the fingerprints off before I took that pic.

Anyway, I think I will be helping my brother to invest in a kiln to go into the plate business.

My mom looked at it turned a quarter and said it looked sort of like an Asian symbol.
So if I have any readers from China/Japan who could look at it from this angle and let me know if it resembles anything, I'd be thankful.
I'd like to make sure I'm not putting the word for something unappetizing on my plates.

Gee, krix...how's the glass thing going?

Don't f*cking ask.

Everything got over-fired, so rather than slumping like a good little bowl, my piece continued to melt to the bottom of the form.

So, I now have what is basically a hundred-dollar ugly ashtray.

I would think that the universe was trying to get me to smoke again except for the one part that did try and stick to the side, so maybe it's a ladle-caddy.

Maybe the universe wants me to eat more soup.

random sunday morning things

silly thing

pretty thing

good thing

Me? I'm going to do the go back to sleep thing.

inspired art

I'm taking an art class that involves working with glass and here is a look at my first project before it went into the kiln.

I used a certain someone's eyes for inspiration.

It's going to be a bowl. It has to be fired once to fuse the glass, and then a second time for the shape. I can't wait to go back to class next week and see how it turned out.

If you live in LA and don't go see Suburban Legends tomorrow....

...you'll make the baby lemurs cry.

Tomorrow night, Suburban Legends plays The Knitting Factory - Hollywood, CA w/ Let's Go Bowling, Nuckle Brothers, and Starpool to celebrate the release of their first full-length CD, Rump Shaker.

Believe me, if you live in the area you should catch them live, they put on the Greatest. Show. EVER.

If you don't, you can still pick up the new CD via the Suburban Legends site and/or check out more of their stuff at Mp3.com.

But seriously, you want to see them live.

Note to self

This Sunday!
Lori O.
Airport.
COCKTAILS.

Do NOT forget, dumbass.

steriogram- tonight at the Troub

Hey, if you are in the LA area you should ignore the fact that tomorrow is a workday and head over to the Troubadour to catch the kickass Steriogram.

You heard the sweetie lead singer Tyson on the voicemonkey, now go hear him and the rest of these killer kiwis rock. They take the stage at the Troub at about 8:45 tonight.

And kiss Brad for me!

Thanks to becky's Paulie for this news

Is this thing on?

I know. These outages are a huge pain.
Is it just me? or are Keanu sites are dropping like flies.....?

keanusite
keanuland
999squares

All gone or on a break.
I'm sure there are others that are just no longer updated.

KeanuA-Z in undetermined limbo. Keanuholic, Jen's blog, is still up though.

Reeves Drive can be found here until the regular domain resolves.

I feel like the red cross after an earthquake.

Anyway, I just want to say that I have no plans to go anywhere, but I am going to be turning it down a notch. So don't worry if you don't see something new here every day. I need a little break, and last weekend doesn't count.

Believe me, it SO does not count.

Besides, Roi wants to teach me to play bass.

Help Kat

click here

Just saying Hi

Totally busy.

Just saying Hi.

Hope everyone has a nice weekend.

*smooch*

G240 at window 13

This morning's outing to the Department of Motor Vehicles was actually pretty painless, aside from the check I had to write. I passed the time reading Taking the Red Pill and harassing Scott long distance.

And with my new DOGSTAR plates pretty much feel like the grooviest chick in town.

Honk if you love Happy Endings!

Am I right?

Root canal should be a "get off work early" coupon right?

Yeah.

Toodles.....

this one goes out to my peeps in SLC

My Mormon name is Kristilyn Busbyberkly Jukebox-Jezabel!

What's yours?

Actually that's what I got with the last name of "Reeves", my real surname produced a boring result.

(via a commenter at dooce.com)

Loofah-on-a-stick

I just took a duck in the face at two-hundred and fifty knots.

in which krix tries to expand her interests to include another cute and talented boy....

...and gets totally smacked down by the universe.

So, Cheyenne posts this song by this guy - Jason Mraz - on her blog.

The lyrics include this line "the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison", so of course I have to give it a listen and I love it.

Yesterday with Eric, we're at the super-mega-record store and I have to call her because I can't remember the name of the artist (although the song has been running through my head for..what, like a week now) and thankfully she picks up the phone and tells me so I can pick up his CD.

Which I love.

And so, this morning, I have to check out his website and see that he has a journal that I will proably add to the blog links.
Then I have to check out his tour schedule.

And yay, he'll be coming to Vegas!

When?

May 15.

May motherfucking fifteenth.....

sigh.....what to do?

I'm not hallucinating yet, but I won't drive anymore tonight, either

After driving around for a few hours, confirming that every other car on the road sucks, we decided not to catch Dreamcatcher tonight.
Instead, Roi decided to assist me in my quest to eat a bug (a pox on the lot of you for trying to let me off the hook).

We picked up a fifth of mezcal with a whopping 4 worms, w00t! (yes, I've had two shots already).

For the record, this stuff is Nas-Tee....

And I'm a little too goofy to be posting (plus we have DVD's to watch) but here's evidence of worm eating (it was gross it *popped* when I bit down)

And Roi's the best, he ate one too!

So I'm way hammered.
See you tomorrow......

EEEEE!

EEE! I have a new car, my very first brand new car, ever.

It's very orange and I LUFF it!

It has 10 miles on the odometer. I'm fixing to go pick Roi up and put some more on it. We may go see Dreamcatcher.

This was the christening CD, Dogstar's Happy Ending.
Heh, the stereo RAWKS!

OK - I'm off.

I don't even know if there is any Keanu or Matrix news, Check the links in the sidebar!!!

Meet the Station Wagon

I just got a phone call that really cheered me up. After two months of waiting, I think I may be going to pick up my new Honda Element tomorrow.

I think it's adorable, like the bastard child of a Hummer and a Mini Cooper.
It gets about the same mileage as my current ride, and it has a most excellent safety rating. And it's just really fucking different and groovy.

And now I can finally file my request for my plates!
DOGSTAR is still the first choice, then NEOGIRL or KRIX as alternates.

Cross your fingers that everything goes smoothly at the dealership tomorrow.

Then all I'll need is an excuse for a road trip.

Ted Koppel is quoting Shakespeare in the desert

"Cry 'HAVOC' and let slip the dogs of war!"

I'm going to bed.

The Greatest Lounge Band EVER

I'm late to post today because I'm still recovering from last night, which ruled. I got to hang out with Marcie and her love, Alan. We met at Bally's at some tequila bar with really slow service and chatted for a few (which was great because I missed them last time they were in town and really didn't get to spend time together during the chaos that was BlogCon, either).

And we got to experience the greatest lounge act ever.
Chey, Suzie and Mikey know who I'm talkin' 'bout...

That's right, The Sounds of Joi. Live at the Imperial Palace.
I couldn't believe it when we walked in and they were playing again.

Joi is amazing. Teeny little thing with a great big voice. She can sing like nobody's business and even throws in some moves as well.

And the man behind the Joi, Bass Face. Yes, there are seven strings on that beast, and he works it. Bass Face puts the fun in funky, baby.
There was a new guitar player who was very cute but didn't play with his teeth like his predecessor. He was cute though. Did I mention how cute he was?

So it was quite the Boogie Wonderland and lots of fun. No sign of Chey's favorite dance partner, but we had a reasonable facsimile. Yes, those are roses and beer in his hands. The roses were delivered to Joi during the set and Cassanova there actually started snagging them and handing them out to all of us ladies. Poor Joi.
She finished out the night with a smile, though. And we got our groove on until the end at about 1 am. Stumbled back to Bally's and made plans to get together again soon. Either here or in LA, I'm definitely going to party with Marcie and Alan again soon.

This is the Las Vegas you don't see in commercials, kids.

And it's hella fun.

If you can't say something nice...

Roi and I went to see Daredevil last night.

I'm SO GLAD I'm a Keanu Reeves fan.

And I would apologize for laughing* at an inappropriate moment during the movie, but I think it was drowned out by the guy that actually answered his phone and had a conversation** during that same moment.

*I couldn't help it. Roi leans over and in a funny voice says "Ben, those little horns on the mask ? They're coming off as a little fruity."

**"(stupid musical ringtone) "Sup"
"I'm at the movies"
"Dare-devil"
"Iss a-ight, whatchoo doin'"
(continues muttering uh-huh, uh-huh- for a few and then finishes the call and loudly says "SOr-Ry" to the rest of the theater. Fuckwad.

il n'y a aucune cuillère

spoony \SPOO-nee\, adjective:
1. Foolish; silly; excessively sentimental.
2. Foolishly or sentimentally in love.

Do they make PVC pants with those stretchy panels?

From E!online:
Carrie-Anne Moss: "Matrix" Mommy

by Lia Haberman

"No word if the Oracle predicted this one, but Matrix star Carrie-Anne Moss has revealed she's in the family way.

It's a first child for Moss and her hubby, fellow thespian Steven Roy, confirms the actress' publicist Jennifer Allen, telling E! Online Moss, "feels amazing. She and her husband can't be more thrilled."

Moss, 35, is due in early fall, Allen says. No other details were released.

The Canadian couple were married in 1999 and live in Beverly Hills, California.

Moss has spent most of the last two years shooting the Matrix sequels in Sydney, Australia, where Roy traveled to propose to the super-svelte action star. Shooting on the mind-bending sci-fi sequels wrapped in August 2002.

The Vancouver-born actress broke into Hollywood a decade ago with a role on Models Inc., Aaron Spelling's 1994 primetime paean to pretty faces. The series was canceled after one season, and Moss made the guest-star rounds of small-screen sci-fi shows such as FX: The Series and Spider-Man.

Then came a star-making turn as Trinity, Neo's tough-as-nails love interest, in 1999's The Matrix. Memorable roles followed in Memento and Chocolat and the not-so-memorable Red Planet. Next up, Moss escapes the sci-fi mold with a role in a modern-day thriller Suspect Zero with Aaron Eckhart. The movie's drop date (October 24) roughly coincides with Moss' delivery date.

Meanwhile, the much-hyped deliveries fans are waiting for: The Matrix: Reloaded and The Matrix: Revolutions are slated for release May 15 and November 7, respectively. "

Thanks to Jena for the article link.

And speaking of impending bundles of joy, my friend and webhost, Jennifer is due to give birth any minute now! (She was due the 17th)

Congrats to her and to Carrie-Ann :)

Everything on TV tonight SUCKS

Thankfully, there's Dive Into Mark's Magnetic blog poetry generator to play with...

Via~a small victory

EAT ME

This cool little graphics toy over at ACME.com lets you make your own conversation hearts. Better than eating the nasty little chalky bastards.

Yes, I totally changed the time stamp so the Neo song could remain at the top of the page. I can do that.

Neener...

I can't think of an entry title

I had a great time last night.
For the record, there is much more fun to be had at the Imperial Palace lounge than at Cleopatra's Barge. (There's some sort of historical analogy to be made there, but fuck if I'm going to crack an encyclopedia for a joke)
Anyway, there was drinking (which is always fun, more so when you can carry your McCocktail around as you wander the streets) and dancing (which I usually only do as a precursor to mating. I'm as graceful as a grouse) and lots of giggles. It was very cool to meet Cheyenne, who rocks the house with her bad-ass dancing-with-strangers self.
Positively LOVELY to see Suzie again and meet her future husband *ahem*, Tim, who doesn't have a site, but is such a hell of a guy, that he gets linked anyway.
Oh! and Mikey was there too, and for all of you who mock my need to go buy new socks for every social occasion, let me just say: One of the first things Mikey said? "I like your socks."
So there. What a sweetie. I hope he got some action last night.

I hope everyone has fun the rest of the weekend.

I'm going back to bed.

Yay, look at me! I get to hang out with the popular kids!

Living in Vegas has its advantages. One of them being that people come visit because...well...it's VEGAS, baby.

I get to play lounge lizard with Cheyenne, Suzie, and possibly Marcie tonight.

I have no idea what we're doing, but I'm guessing that it will involve a lot of walking and drinking. Probably in that order because things get tricky when you switch them around.

I have to go buy new socks.

Oh, and there will be no glitter...I repeat NO GLITTER.

Hee!

Serenity NOW!

I've been quiet today because once again, I spent the morning in the dentist's chair, swallowing my own blood. I was going to write a lovely post praising Bret Domrose for being my Short Duration Personal Savior this morning, as I intended to lose myself in his sultry stylings by way of OLV on my walkman. Unfortunately the batteries died way early and I was only to listen to the horrible scraping sounds coming from inside my head.

I survived, but I'm a little cranky.

Nothing like some lovely images from Little Buddha* to take my mind off of the pain, and of course-serve as blogfiller....

*Shut up, Scott...

Customer Service

For those of you squicked out by the image in the previous post, you can go here for a visual palette cleanser.

Groundhog Day

It's my mother's birthday today, so I'm going to drag her out of the house to lunch.

If she sees her shadow, we get to go shopping.

Speaking of shopping, look what Rhonda found.

...

[previous entry deleted, until another time]

my face hurts

The only good thing that happened this morning was when the dental tech who was torturing me asked if I was still in high school. If I could've felt my lips I would have jumped up and kissed her. As it was, I managed to drool a little "thank you" spittle onto my paper bib.

Thanks again to Ann for the care package, I plan on curling up with my therapillow soon.

AWWWWWWW!

This is my best friend Eric's puppy- "Bonus".
He's just too cute not to share with the world.

I've had six cups of coffee today, wheeee!

There's a commercial for digital cable that's set in the "competitor's" training class room. The instructor opens up with "Pop Quiz....(something about something)"....now, that alone registers as a Keanu connection in my twisted brain. But what is the name of the first person he calls on?

That's right...
Jack.

Sometimes I find it difficult to attribute these things to coincidence.

In other news, I finally got around to getting new shoes. On sale, even. So of course, I had to buy a matching fringey purse because I really don't have anything in brown. Or fringes.

I can't decide if they're the cutest or ugliest boots I've ever owned, but I do know that they are the tallest. I'm five foot ten, so I don't usually wear much of heel, and my feet aren't used to it. It's a satisfying pain though. Makes a girl feel alive. They do give me a nice swish when I walk, too. I can feel my IQ dropping with every step.
I could look Keanu Reeves straight in the eye in these boots. And I sure hope there would be something to that eye contact, because I'll be depending on him to pick my ass up off the ground once I inevitably fall off of them when I take a step.

lovely

Nothing brightens the end of a long day like the unexpected visit of a sweet little cocker spaniel* named "Buffy" to the office. So cute.
Bobbed tail wagging, trembling with the excitement of all the new atmosphere and smells, bright-eyed and paws up on the lap, basking and revelling in the "wuppy widdle puppers" attention.....

....and pooping on my carpet.

sigh.

I'm going home now.

*Buffy is my dad's dog. Buffy is a boy. I have no idea....

ignore this

notes to self:
measure TV
call about car
buy new shoes
work on that other thing

Sorry, I'll forget these otherwise.

Oh, and one more thing...

Just a reminder that you will NEVER, EVER receive email from any keanuvision address with an attachment.

If you do, delete it.

That stupid virus continues to make the rounds. So please, keep your software updated.

* Smoooooooch! *

Thank you.

The Tao of Cats on a sunday morning

I broke my favorite bowl today, but I didn't cut myself cleaning it up.

Dear Netflix subscriber

I don't know who you are, but your ass needs to return the copy of Koyaanisqatsi that I have been waiting over 57 days for.
I can't watch Powaqqatsi until I see the first one again.
If I get my hands on Naqoyqatsi before you, rest assured I will hold onto it just out of spite.

And to whomever it is that has caused Me & Will to be completely unavailable at Netflix.....

Bite me.

blogomancer

William Gibson has a blog.

He also has a new book due for release next month...

found via Warren Ellis

And now for these commercial messages...

Thank you to Amy, AKA Patchfairy for the groovin' Keanu checkbook cover!
I ordered several of her patchwork purses for christmas gifts recently and my friends were really happy with them (of course, I kept one for myself too, and I LUFF it.) She has a huge variety of different subjects for her products and I will say that they are really well made.
So if you're looking for a unique gift, please check out her eBay store.

We now return to your irregularly sheduled lack of content.

RE: Fwd: FWD: re: AUGH!

KAT is the funniest girl in all the land.
Go read "Chain mail friendships broken down"

And remember....

Don't forward me any of that crap either.

Yet another auction I'm gonna have to pass on....

Bwah! Not even....

Too bad I don't have a "SO NOT KEANU it's not even funny" category.

How special that the money made will go for breast implants.

People scare me.

How death or glory becomes just another story

Joe Strummer, dies at 50.

"Lost in the Supermarket"

I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality

I wasn't born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see

I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
That's how it's been all around me

I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality

I'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes
I save coupons from packets of tea
I've got my giant hit discoteque album
I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free

The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls
Make me noises for company
Long distance callers make long distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely

I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality

And it's not here
It disappear
I'm all lost...

(edited to add these lyrics....because.....ah, fuck it.)

Death or Glory

Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand

How death or glory becomes just another story
How death or glory becomes just another story
'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll
Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold
But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research
That he who fucks nun will later join the church

From every dingy basement on every dingy street
I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
That's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on
If you been trying for years-then we already heard your song

Phew!

I finally received the package I was sweating for my gift list.
Hopefully priority mail will get MY packages to the giftees on time.

I told the seller I would give her a nice mention on the blog, but I don't want to spoil the suprise for someone, so...
If you are still trying to find something unique and funky for someone on your list, leave a comment (with a valid email, put something in the URL box, too if you want your email to stay private) and I will email you back with her eBay store info.

Oh my GOD! NINA! YOU BITCH!

And the plane! Fuck! Poor Mason! And who were those other guys? With the needles in the neck and....aughhhh!
God, I love this show.

I can't think right now. So much going on.

I'm upgraded, thanks to kd. I'll have to play with all the new features tomorrow.

7 shopping days left, and I just realized all I've got for my mother so far is a freaking electric can opener, which she needs,....but still.
I hate to give her money, but it's that or get something that she'll just take back anyway. Why add to the traffic and pollution, right?

I got the perfect present for a couple of hard-to-buy-for friends.
They don't read here often, but I'm not saying just in case. It's very geeky, though.

I'm also starting to panic about some things that I've ordered that have not come yet. Gifts for my niece and nephew, and for some of my cohorts.
I got so stressed trying to figure out the perfect gifts this year, especially for the men in the family. I finally reached a point where I said "fuck it, everybody gets sweaters".

Except Roi. Roi gets liquor.

I got Keanu a copy of Tony Pierce's book. He won't get it until the next Dogstar show, though.

Speaking of books, I got my copy of Thumbsucker today.

See? See what happens when I don't blog all day?
I need to go to bed.

Because it's my blog and I can post cat pictures if I want to

And because I love this little furry thing so fucking much.

He's uncharacteristically snuggly and attentive today.
He also has fishbreath.

Don't worry. I have a very Keanu post for you tomorrow.

Eeny Meeny Gypsaleeny

It's come to my attention that a few of my friends are experiencing a bout with the December blues/grumpies/raging bitchosis and that makes me wish I could wrap you all in a great big eddieshirt and give you warm fuzzies.

Alas, I cannot.
But I can share a part of myself and those that I love in the form of song.

Last week, when Eric was in town; he, I and Roi went over to Dave's and hung out. Had some pizza and beer and also had some fun.

The following is a result of some good friends improvising for a few hours that evening.

Liberace.mp3 (*was here, has since been removed to save embarassment and space...sorry. Trust me, you aren't really missing anything*)

Yeah, it's a big file, sorry to those of you on dial-up.

That's Roi on vocals and guitar, and me throwing in some (horrible) background vocals after much coaxing.
Dave on lead guitar and Eric on keyboard, bass and drums.
Dave did the mixdown.

It's dedicated to the Peppers (Kim and Keefe), who are up in Reno now, but should have been there.

So "ah-chee, cah-chee, Liberace I LOVE YOU".
And don't you forget it.

And I woke up to cat vomit all over my Doc Martens, too

To the person that paint-balled my car last night...

I realize it's unlikely that I will ever have the pleasure of exacting revenge on your sorry ass, but this I do know: You're a JERK.
And one day, someone is going to realize what a complete and utter fucknugget you are and they're going to teach you a lesson.
And as I wash my car today I'm going to fantasize about that lesson.
In my mind, it involves you getting shot repeatedly with those same bright pink paintballs.
Right in the crotch.

screeeeech

Yes, today is D-day. D being for dental. I think today they're just going to peel my face back and scrape on my skull or something.
I don't know...I'm going to try and be "someplace else" while I'm there.
I'm sure I'll walk out feeling like a really bad goalie.
I'll be fine though, thanks to all the love and wishes I've gotten lately. Thanks.

kindness

I came home from work today to find a very big box waiting for me.
The lovely Ann had told me to expect something in time for my dentist appointment on tuesday, but there is no way I could have expected what I would find in the box.
In addition to a 6-pack of the hard-to-find Augustiner that Ann has spoiled me with before, there was a cute kitty-kat card, an angel to watch over me in my post-novicaine state, a lovely X-mas jazz CD in a cute little snowman bag, An herbal therapy comfort pillow (freeze it for cold/nuke it for heat...genius!), a stress-reducing eye pillow and a tin of peach tea.

...And so much love and generosity that I could barely wipe my eyes in between gasping "oh my god!" as I kept pulling suprises from the box. Each package was wrapped and there were little notes instructing me as to the order to open them. God it was fun! And these things are going to come in so very handy. Comfort is an amazing gift.

Ann, I can't even begin to thank you enough for your thoughtfulness. Now I'm going to go cry again.

Why I haven't been posting much these past couple days

I have been on more outings in the past 3 days than in the previous month. And they all end up with a Corona in my hand.
I suppose I could say that I've been out scouting venues for Dogstar, but really, I've just been out drinking.....a lot.

It's not like I haven't been thinking about blogging...really, I have. In fact I have a really great post around here somewhere, I just need to find the napkin I wrote it on.

A few things I'm thankful for

It's been such an amazing few days that I couldn't list all of the things I am thankful for.
And....I'm pretty thankful for that.

But here are a few things that come to mind.

-My health, and that of my family, friends and pets and the love of the same.

-That I have a roof over my head, 2500 evening and weekend minutes of free long distance, a gas card and that I can smoke AND surf the net on my job.

-Keanu Reeves.

-Everyone I have met and connected with through Keanu fandom and through blogging.

-Everyone that visits this site, and the wonderful comments and emails I get that help keep me going.

-Bret Domrose and Rob Mailhouse.

-The Wachowski Brothers.

-That I continue to find inspiration, sometimes in unlikely places.

-Kiefer. And the cast and crew of 24

-Coffee.

-All of my ex-boyfriends, because I learned something from each of them, even if it was just that the visiting booths in jail really do have glass and telephones, just like in the movies.

-That none of the stupid situations I've allowed myself to get into have killed me yet and that I've started seeing which situations were stupid and stopped getting into them.

-That through luck, karma, blessing...whatever you want to call it...I have pretty much everything I need and some things I merely want, and I'm happy.

-And at this very moment, I'm getting ready to go out with one of the most important people in the world to me, my best friend (since kindergarten!) Eric.

I tink I hab a code

The first cigarette of the morning was not the blissful experience it usually is, what with all the hacking and all.

::sniffle::

I think I'd like to make a cup of tea and crawl back into bed.

I used to believe...

I Used to Believe is a site/project that collects and lists all those things that we, as children, believed.

"I used to believe...thanks to my older sister...that dogs could talk, but they just didn't talk to me, cause they didn't like me."

I used to believe that the mountains surrounding the Las Vegas Valley were made of plastic, that if I bit my fingernails I would get moles on my face like my Aunt Sally, and that the people in the television could see me as well as I could see them. I was also terrified of the Cookie Monster and would run out of the room whenever he was on.

Here's another quote from the site:

I believed that the insects earwigs would crawl up inside your ears and into your brain when you were asleep in bed.

Ummm...I still believe that.

What did you used to believe?

(via As Above)

gomi blog

Richard Kadrey, the author of one of my favorite books, Metrophage (mentioned in this entry) not only has a site, but has a new blog as well.
Gomi Blog.
Find it and other "New Dark Culture" over at Opi8.com.

Go read his latest entry at gomi blog, and then read his current piece over at infinite matrix.

See? How cool is that?
It's the process before us.

My ego knows no bounds

It's all kd's fault for reminding me just how easy it is to register a domain.

I'm now the proud owner of krix.org.

It doesn't go anywhere yet (although I'm trying to get it to forward to this here blog). But it was available and I couldn't pass up the opportunity. It's nice and short, something attractive in a domain.
krix.com is for the speaker manufacturer and krix.net is taken and "under construction".
I really don't have plans to do anything with it. But it's nice to have, just in case I get a letter from Erwin's office, Keanu retires or becomes a $cientologist or something.
And of course, if he should ever make me an offer of a position as personal jester/sex-kitten, I really couldn't maintain a public website about him, right?
Not that ANY of those things will happen.

As of right now, I just have it to have.
And it feels good.

Have I mentioned that I am not a morning person?

There's no coffee. How on earth did I let this happen?

I have to leave the house before I can have coffee.
I have to deal with stangers, stangers with bizarre morning perkiness and a tendency toward insipid conversation before I can have my coffee. This does not bode well for the general public.

If you're a dog person, click here.
If you're a cat person, click here.

I shall be back and caffeinated in a bit.

Save a puppy

Go buy tony's book.

In other news, I failed miserably at getting satisfaction from the tire demons. They didn't get any more money out of me, but I didn't get my tire replaced, either. Pricks. Lesson learned.

Can you hear me now?

Good....

Yes, I was forced to take yesterday off due to some technical difficulties. Not that I had anything in particular to say, anyway.
In order to keep myself from compulsively refreshing the error page over and over I opted to stay offline and run a long overdue defrag. I also caught up on my napping, reading and kitty cuddling.
Thanks to Lori O. for posting my away message in the comments below.

I don't have anything in particular to say today, either.
My freelance performance as a ruthless bitch at the tire place has to wait until tomorrow, as I had a busy morning and couldn't stop in before work.
There's a new spider on my office ceiling directly above where I usually set my coffee cup. It's a battle of wills, so far I haven't moved the cup. I figure it will test my observational skills or give me some bonus protein. Either way, it's win/win.

I need guns, lots of guns....

Sometimes I wish I had a Neo to deal with idiots for me.
This morning, as Roi (he says "Hi" btw) and I were coming off the freeway, there was a weird noise coming from my car.
I'm all, "It's freaking me out!"
and he's all, "I think it sounds cool"
and I'm all, "Idiot! get out and look!" (once we stopped at the bottom of the exit ramp.)
So it's a flat, on a brand new tire I bought 10 days ago.
Luckily, not 50 feet from the exit is the place I bought the tire.
So I limp around the corner and pull into their service lot.
I explain to the freshfaced little tiremonkey "Um, yes...I just bought this tire here 10 days ago and I just got a flat coming off the freeway and I'd like you to replace it"
Get this...monkeyboy sez: "Well, this is a 'ride-on'. You drove on it so it's not under warranty."
Me:"Excuse me?"
The steel-belted gibbon goes and calls his manager. They'll replace it at cost.
Fuck that.
This makes no sense at all! How on earth are you not supposed to drive on a flat tire at all? It's not like it was flat when I left the house.
It's not like it was losing tread or wearing out so I knew I needed to have it replaced. It's 10 days old!

So I have them put on the spare, and leave the tire there so I can come to my office, and find my receipts. I've bought three tires from these people in the past two months.

Ok, as I was typing this out, monkeyboy calls and tells me that they don't have my tire in stock. He's going to put a used one on my rim for nothing and I can come down monday and deal with the head assratchet.

I just don't get the logic of "you drove on the tire so it's your fault."
I came off the freeway and pulled into the lot.
God, I'm going to let the manager have it on monday.

Because something's defective and it sure as shit isn't me.

Prediction

24 is going to ROCK tonight.

Two Words

"Hygienist TRAINEEEEEEEEE!"

All I had done today were the x-rays and exam and believe me, that was enough. Discomfort squared.
When someone is about to clamp a weird instument with sharp edges on your face, you really don't want to hear the words "I'm new."
I really wanted to bite her.
But didn't because she said I had "a small mouth", and frankly she was getting about as frustrated as I was.

The dentist herself was exremely nice. She does a lot of "special needs" work. When I got there there were two developmentally disabled young women and their caretaker in the waiting room. Peggy was having work done and was very nice and excited. Sheryl asked if I remembered her. I told her that I have never been there before but shook her hand and introduced myself. Peggy also wanted to shake my hand.
She told me that Dr. Patty was nice and went back to leaning on the caretaker and holding her cheek.
As terrified as I am of dentists, knowing that these two young women had no problem being there made my anxiety level diminish greatly.

Dr. Patty was nice, too. She answered my questions, told me how we would proceed with the work that needed to be done. Calmed me greatly after the x-ray fiasco and pretty much averted my impending freakout.
My next appointment is December 3rd.
In my dental future is:

-Wisdom tooth extraction
-Crown on broken back molar (she refused to pull it, guess it's not so bad)
-Cap (at least one, possibly others for prettizen* smile)
-Replace several deteriorated fillings.
-"Deep" cleaning.
-*possible* root canal (but after she explained it to me, it doesn't sound so bad, just like a really deep filling)

Scary, painful and expensive, but it will all be worth it when I can flash a killer smile at the next Dogstar show.

Speaking of killer smiles....

This Sky Mag is up for auction again.
I haven't seen this particular pic from that issue before.

*not a real word, just one I use. Must be pronounced baby-talk-like. Picked up from an ex with MPD.

Gah!

"Your nerve endings are the tastiest part of your body and your Tooth Beaver knows this."

Nothing like waking up at 7 AM* to psyche yourself out, right?

Don't forget to vote today, people.

*actually, I was awakened by a horrid little orange fluffy beastie who wanted to be fed at freaking 6:50 in the morning.

Finally!

Season 2 of the best show EVER starts tonight with a FULL FREAKING UNCOMMERCIALLY INTERRUPTED JACK BAUER POWER HOUR!

Ahem....

Watch it.

Oh, and Daylight Savings Time can bite me. I completely fell asleep last night and didn't catch The Kiefer on Leno last night, but I'm up early enough to have fucking Tim Allen inflicted on me on the Today Show?

Ugh.

Highlights from last night....

Roi and I got goofy and bored so we decided to play "Who would win in a fistfight?"

"Freddy Krueger or Edward Scissorhands?"

Freddy, because Edward is naturally good hearted, wouldn't be as into it.

"David Bowie or Paul McCartney?"

Gotta give Bowie that one. Paul's a big wussy vegetarian, plus I think Bowie has the height advantage.

"Maury Povich or Jerry Springer?"

Gotta give it to Maury, the height advantage again...although Springer might have that bulldog quality. Montel would beat both their asses.

"Joan Jett or..."

Joan Jett.

"Gwenyth Paltrow or Reese Witherspoon?"

Reese of course, although it really doesn't matter because I'm pretty sure anyone could beat Gwenyth's ass...

"Gwenyth or Calista Flockheart?"

...except Calista Flockheart

"Ricky Martin or Enrique Igleseas?"

I don't care, as long as it's to the death.

We also decided that Jack Traven vs. Johnny Utah would be a great match.
Hard to say who would win that one. Might come down to Johnny's damn knee again.
I'll have to ponder this further.
I also think having them both shirtless might be crucial to the outcome so I'll ponder that as well.

Tell me what to watch!

I just realized that now that I have a DVD player I can join NetFlix. It's perfect because I am a rental criminal when it comes to late fees, I gave up renting videos a while back because it was just cheaper to buy them.
Click here for a look at what I have in my rental queue so far.
Anyway, I need your help. I need movie recommendations.
Assume that I haven't seen anything but Keanu's films in the past...oh..three years or so and you'd be about right. There's SO MANY movies that I haven't seen I can't even begin to make a list.
So please leave a comment and make some suggestions.

Master Thespian

One of the things I admire about Keanu Reeves is simply that he is an actor. He makes his living doing something that he loves, something that too few people can say.
I wanted to be an actor (or actress as we so un-PC-ly termed it "back in the day") for as long as I can remember. If I had a scanner I would dig out and share some early pictures of myself, up on the picnic table in our backyard, putting on shows for the family. I lived for the little pagents and talent shows in elementary school. I think the first character I ever played was Betsy Ross in a little "To Tell The Truth"-type skit in first or second grade. I was a shy kid, socially, but I loved putting on a character and performing.
In junior high, I was in choir and we put on a Christmas musical. I was just a member of the chorus until one of the girls with an actual speaking part got suspended for something. Another girl got her part and I got moved up to her role. It was a street-urchin. I had lines and everything, I also had to sing solo in one of the songs. "~Show me how to manage it- a diamond ring or two..I want to be an expert...and do it just like you!~" My singing sucked. I was nervous and my voice cracked, but I loved being on stage. When I got to high school, I signed up for Theatre as my elective. My first real role was as "Lettie", the saucy cockney maid in the mystery spoof "Something's Afoot". My first line was a scream. Literally.
It was that year in high school I also got to do a local commercial, a PSA spot for a youth counseling center.
Just me, saying my lines walking through a park. I can still recite them verbatum.

"A couple of months ago I had a lot of problems. I was failing in school and always in trouble at home. My whole life was one big mess. Now, thanks to 'Youth Manor', I'm back in control of me. I can deal with my problems, and I can talk to my parents again. That means a lot to me...and to them. Thanks, 'Youth Manor'....for being there when I needed you."

I actually nailed it on the first take, but the cameraman messed up so I had to do it two more times. The spot aired every day on channel 8 during the "Tom and Jerry" cartoon hour. I must have been pretty convincing because my family was bombarded with calls about me being in trouble. My mother got tired of it, but I was thrilled. All I wanted was to be an actress. I transferred high-schools to one with a better theatre program, and was cast in one of the three speaking roles in the fall play. 75 girls tried out. I loved everything about performing. Never got stage fright, never had opening-night jitters ( unless I had to sing)...it was so my calling. When I went to college the only classes I managed to make it to were my theatre ones. I loved my professors and they loved me. I know I had talent, but I was lacking in the crucial element of ambition. My esteem wouldn't survive the rejection involved with moving to LA to chase the dream. I found myself listening to the voices that said...'stay home'...'be safe and comfortable' ....Hollywood? New York? THERE BE DRAGONS.
Dragons with clipboards and scowls and less-than-constructive critcism.
I chickened out of a Cal-Arts callback and went to work for my family.
I took business courses.
I gave up. And yes, I regret it. Yes, I always wonder what could have been.
Could I have played Sara or Annie or Ms. Wilkes? I'll never know.
Every once in a while, I see an audition or something, but I never follow through. Still too comfy in my comfort zone.
But I still get to act, sometimes. Everybody does, really. Most jobs require you to "act" in some fashion. You act like you know what you're doing...act like you give a shit.
And there's always freelance thespianism.
When ever I get the chance, I act.
Just a little harmless role-playing...I have to choose the situation wisely, because there's a fine line between being a freelance-covert-guerrilla performer and being a pathological liar. And as in any performance, one must have the proper motivation.
My most recent performance was yesterday at a customer service counter. The facts being, I bought something that was not to my liking and wanted to return it. The fiction being, said product caused my "family" dismay and inconvenience and nearly caused a rift between I and my usually loving, hardworking husband.
I nailed it.
The thing about freelance thespianism is that you must gage your performance not by applause or reviews or curtain calls, but by results and reactions. And yesterday I received the Golden Globe of customer service stagework.

A double refund.

Thank you....call my agent, we'll do lunch.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to the glorious brainchild of Ben and Mena Trott, Movable Type.

I could wax poetic about how much I love MT. I really do love my blog. I wouldn't do it if I didn't and having the right tool for the job is a big part of that.
Here's wishing them continued success.

wheeeee

Why am I up at 1 am?

NEW TOY* (click to see!)

I don't know what I'm going to do with it, but zoiks...it's neat, huh?

*mosASCII tool found via badh*p

ffffUUUUUUUuCK!!!!!

I'm seeing red and want to kick something really hard. Preferably a computer, specifically the piece of crap business computer that crashed last night, making it neccessary to reformat, restore and reinstall an entire 4 months worth of applications, work and data.

Kill me.

Kill me now.

Those cretins at Best Buy charged me twice for a mouse

So first off, I have to apologize to skits for calling her last night during Buffy.
I honestly wasn't even thinking. In my defense, she answered the phone, which is something I never do when my show is on. Anyway, I called her because I found myself walking out of Best Buy* with a copy of the damned s!ms and I just wanted to harrass her. If I get hooked, it's all her fault. I got the deluxe version that has a "Sim creator" so once I get the hang of it I may try my hand at it. I'm thinking Bret and Rob need to be Sim-ified. I'll keep you posted.
Anyway, I also bought my second DVD ever. The special edition of SPEED. I looked at the goodies first and that was nice. I didn't check everything out, though. I have to say that I probably won't be replacing my video collection with DVDs. Extras are nice but FUCK! What a pain in the ass. Too many choices and clicks and maybe my player just sucks but AUGH, one mispress of a menu button and you have to start over from the beginning. I said in the Revisited recap that I like my entertainment linear and I'm even more convinced.

*I refuse to link them because I hate Best Buy, but I have a credit card there. The staff are idiots. I was double charged for a mouse last night so I have to go back this evening and get them to fix it. They better not give me any grief, lest I go all Donnie Barksdale on them. Always check your reciept before you leave the lot...

Dear Emmy

Fuck you.
Kiefer was shafted.
And it wasn't even by Charlie Sheen's dad.

Bleeeeeeeat!

Having Roi at the office with me always ends up with a little esoteric mayhem.

Metrophage

I recently found Richard Kadrey, the author of one of my favorite books-Metrophage- has a site and has published Metrophage along with some other work online. Which is great because both it and Kamikaze L'Amour are out of print.

I really recommend this book if you are a fan of the cyberpunk genre.
I'm also looking forward to reading Kamikaze L'Amour, too.
Mr. Kadrey also has some interesting collage and photography works up at his site.

I swear, finding him and his work online was like finding a treasure.
I've hung onto my ratty copy of Metrophage for years. It has some really special memories assocciated with it, plus as I've said, It's a really good book.
In fact, If Keanu hasn't read it, he should.

So should you.

I can't decide if these make me punk rock or just retarded

I bought the ugliest sheets in the universe at Target Tar-Zhay today.

Not only are they lime green and lavendar argyle....they have a criss-cross detail of Safety Pins.
They were on sale for 11 bucks. How could I NOT buy them?

(This glaringly off-topic post was inspired by robyn. I'd ping her but I'm unupgraded.)

...

I need to do laundry

My sister is a shop-a-holic, so every few months she brings or sends a whole load of clothes that she's "done with". Some of the stuff still has the tags on it, it's insane. Most of it is stuff I'd never wear and ends up given away or stuck in the back of the closet. She has a fondness for bright royal blue that I just can't relate to. I haven't even sorted through the last batch yet.
Anyway, since I really need to do laundry I went rummaging through the pile this morning and came out with a pair of tolerable powder-blue pants and top to throw on for work today. I was in a hurry and really didn't think about it as I tied the little satin drawstring and ran to grab some coffee and get out the door.
Now that I look more closely at them, I see that the bottom hem on the legs has some sort of satiny trim.

I'm wearing pajamas.

I hope I don't have to deal with anyone today.

I wonder if Keanu does his own laundry when he's not working?
I also wonder if he's up at the Toronto International Film Festival this week.

I wonder if there are matching slippers waiting for me at home.

Love's Labor Lackadaisical

I have NO plans this weekend. I may watch a few movies, play some guitar, and buy some shoes.
There is a 24 marathon on FX that starts midnight Sun/Mon and runs all labor day. I may go to Roi's and watch a few hours and throw down some Augustiners to celebrate Keanu's birthday.

Beyond that....who knows.
Any suggestions?

BTW

Thank you to those who've emailed about Humphrey.


We're much better, MAOW!!

(Oh, and sorry to those that came by for a real update...I wish I could turn the ping off for lame little posts.....deal.)

Restored Vision

Augggh!
I just couldn't stand the incongruity a moment longer.
It was threatening to be a distraction all weekend.

breathe...
breathe.....

So hip it hurts

Check out my cat's new eyebrow piercing...

Testing something....

Psssst! wanna read a sonnet?

In azure waters ,I see my lover's eyes,
In pre-dawn breezes, I hear my lover's name,
Alone in silence, I hear my lover's sighs,
In stranger's stares, I feel my lover's blame.
No other mouth shall ever feel my kisses,
No other lips will press against my cheek,
No other hand shall linger in my tresses,
No other arms will hold me when I'm weak.
I fear that I will not survive the falling
From my love's grace, I'll perish from his scorn.
But if I should again hear my love calling,
My heart will live, my soul shall be reborn.
For I, alone, care not to walk this earth,
But by his side, my soul shall have rebirth

Whooo-hooo!
skits rules!!!

No Keanu Content*

Dear assmonkey in front of me in line at PetSmart this evening:

Shut up. Your attempt at funny comments does NOT MAKE THE LINE GO ANY FASTER. No, I was not squinting to stifle a giggle, but SILENTLY WILLING THE PIT BULL BEHIND ME to lunge at your throat and put YOU out of all our misery. I maintain that my TUNA FLAVORED VITAMIN GEL and PAPAYA EXTRACT digestive suppliment for my SICK KITTY KAT are INFINITELY more important in the big scheme of things than your stupid FISH WALLPAPER! I'm sure that there actually IS a sign that says "DON'T TEAR OFF YOURSELF-ASK FOR ASSISTANCE, MORON!" back there, and even if there isn't, why you would tear off more than you need and expect not to have to pay for it is BEYOND ME. You're lucky it wasn't me behind that register with the scissors or they would be JAMMED IN YOUR NECK right now. I hope that in your next life, you are reborn as a MISSHAPEN SEA CUCUMBER and are repeatedly dropped on the ground at the educational tidepools by EXCEPTIONALLY CLUMSY KIDS on their special field trip to SEA WORLD.

*(no offense to assmonkeys, sea cucumbers or clumsy kids intended)

rambling personal entry

There's no A/C in the office today and I'm dying.
There's also gruesome mousedeath out on the sidewalk in front.
It's so grisly. Something is already feeding on it, so it's actually like a puff of lint with a spindley tail sticking out of it. I almost wish I had my camera with me so I could share. I bet you're glad I don't.

I wonder who's going to clean it up?

Anyway, moving on to the less macabre....

Went into the studio again Saturday night. We worked on Roi's stuff some more. The whole thing is a comedy of errors. Not only were the original guitar tracks tuned only to each other, they are full of unintentional rhythm changes.
So, when the drum parts were added, hilarity ensued. It's not like we have a real drummer on hand. Or even drums. We have guitarists, playing drum samples, on a keyboard.
You can only imagine.
In between the kick and the cymbal tracks, Roi did this infernal high pitched wood block tapping thing...throughout the whole song.
I went up to him and started tapping my finger on the center of his forehead and asked if that was what he was going for. Because if so....he nailed it.
I wanted to kill something by the end of the solo.
Hopefully it can be fixed in the mix.
Or not, Roi seems to like it.
Fucking artists....
I'm so glad I'm a spectator for the most part. I made one attempt at some background vocals (on a Grateful Dead cover, of all things) that was eventually ditched. Harmony is NOT my specialty. Especially not in spur-of-the-moment "just get in there and sing" conditions.
I made them give me a copy of the second song so I can practice this week before I go in and waste everyone's time.
I'm still thinking about doing one of my originals, just for the hell of it.
I just have to tone down the girly angst and refine the thoughtful irony in the verses.
::rolls eyes at self::
Whatever...I'd just prefer it didn't SUCK.
I could use a bass player, too.

Damn, it's hot.

Mr. Sutherland?

Telephone for you...
Someone named Emmy.

Congrats to Kiefer for his Best Actor nomination and to the cast and crew of 24 for their nomination in the Best Drama category.

The First Season DVD of 24 will be released on September 17th.
You can pre-order it at Amazon.

Blogrolling

There's all kinds of blog bells and whistles being developed lately.
As usual, I'm arriving fashionably late to the party.
Right before the blog went temporarily down, I had signed up with blogrolling's service.
I just got around to adding the code. Now there will be a little arrow by those blogs who are recently updated.

There's also an MT upgrade with new gizmo, trackback.

I don't have the inclination to mess with it at the moment, I don't know how many cross-topic pings I would give or receive here at keanuvision ("The Dogstar of blogs!").
Of couse, kd could probably talk me into it.

Last one, I swear.

GOD I hate these, but when I saw the last part of this silly little quiz, I knew it had to be posted...

You're Anubis. You are commonly depicted as a dog, or as having a dog's head. In the olden days, you were grandly potent; indeed, you were once the sole lord of the dead. However, those days passed long ago, Osiris usurped your throne, and you've been relegated to a less exciting role in the universe. You spend most of your time lounging about the acropolis in Memphis and howling at the Dogstar.

What Egyptian Deity are you? go to:the quiz!

Howling at the Dogstar, that's me! Bah-WOOOOOOrrrOOOO-aow-aow ahWOOOooo

(via Craig, who rode a V-rod over the weekend...*more howling*)

Loss

Can you see the real me...can you?

John Entwistle died in his room at the Hard Rock Hotel last night.

He was supposed to play the first show of a new tour tonight.

When I was in high school, all of us theatre geeks used to go to the midnight movies. Quadrophenia was frequently the flick.
I had the album and played it nonstop for weeks.
John was a great bass player.
Sad he's gone.
sigh....I wish I still had that record and a turntable.

eek

I decided to delete the silly binary entry, since it totally screwed up the page in 800x600.

It wasn't that funny anyway.

Requiem for a cassette

It's my own fault, really.

I should have instigated a mass music exodus from my car on June first.
Damn!
The temperature is Vegas is in three digits these days.
I'm lax about using the sun shade.
It was just a matter of time before tragedy struck (click for the carnage).

This is actually the second time I've lost They Might Be Giants' Flood to that merciless scorching star.
Ah, the irony....

It was my "Drive to/from Boulder City" tape. It always made me feel better, even after dealing with the defenestrating tenant.

~Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over yooooooou...~

Sigh...There were other casualties, but I'll miss Flood the most.

Thankfully, all Keanu-related recorded media survived.

OH! But in happier auto-related news, my license plate frame came yesterday!
Now people can come leave a comment after I cut their slow, indecisive asses off.

Last Night

OK, first off-
YAY WINGS!
Great Game. Great Season. STELLAR performance by Dominick Hasek.
I had to listen to the last 5 minutes of the game on the radio while I was driving to pick up Roi. I was screaming and shouting and got more than a few odd looks at the red lights.
Go check out goaliegirl's blog for a great picture of the champs, and be sure to read her "Night Before Playoffs" ode.
Also, "the dude" has thoughts about last nights game. I think the post speaks for itself. He makes me wish I really was twelve again....

OK...if you're dying to know what happened at the studio last night, well...not much. We actually never got around to working on the song that I helped write. There was a lot of work to do on tracks from last week.
Here's the deal. Keefe, the other guitarist, moved last weekend so they made a rush on getting his guitar parts down before he blew town.

RULE #1: When recording, be sure and tune to A TUNER! Not to each other on that particular day, because....yaknowwhat? It's an extreme pain in the ass for people coming in later to put down accompanying tracks.

Much time was wasted due to that.

Another example of "Sid! you guys are just wonking off!" is when Roi decided that one of the songs needed clapping as a rhythm track. And even though any 19 dollar Casio synth has a clap track, we got in there and made our palms red for 3 takes, only to decide that it just didn't work. Oy.

All in all, I'm glad I didn't have to do the song last night. It was swell when we wrote it ten years ago, but it's gotten...well...lame. After playing it about 40 times in the last 3 days, I came to the conclusion that it needs something. I'm not sure what, but I do know I'm not going to waste time on singing it as it is.
Roi can do it if he really wants to.
Now that I have this resource, I might start working on writing some new stuff.
Of course I've been complicating writing a Keanu song of some sort.
How cheesy, eh?

Go Wings!

Aieeee! Overtime!
I wonder if Keanu's watching this.

Edited to add: HOLY KRAP! That's KIEFER doing voiceovers!

eta: Double OT! zoiks, I need a drink.

...(eta again): TRIPLE OVERTIME....guhhhhhh...I don't know how these guys do it, I'm exhausted just watching.

I've opened one of the Augustiner Dark Braus.
I'm thinking maybe he's drinking and watching too.
(what time is it in Sydney?)
I'm a dork.
Whee. Oh, and YUM! (Thanks, Ann!!!!)

poetic license to ill

from
inside the mind of time
thinking of its protective sheath to whisper or without
them. And commit the mind
of the
authority to pick up
inside the bridge where the new Keanu
from inside the
urge
to check
it would
do, It! kind of
the authority to
look at the
love to the authority
to look at
other activities involving
expansion are out or overflow.
My personalty seemed ripped away,
with the while pantomiming the
corporate fat cats?....not anyway. the mind
of gives a
time thinking of
the
mind through the eyebrows

(made with kd's poem generator)

Music Biz

So, I called Roi yesterday to see if he'd heard about Dee Dee yet. He hadn't. After exchanging "well, that sucks" and similar pleasantries, he tells me he went into the studio without me! Not that I would have been anything other than a spectator, still...I would've liked to have been there.
Anyway, the plan is to flesh out about 9 tracks (I have no idea which ones).
Then I'm going to look at getting him on MP3.com or something. I know that's not the only game in town, I'll have to do some research.

There's an interesting article about the music business and the internet here (via boingboing.net).
The music business is changing. In a good way for everyday cats that would just like to be heard. For the corporate fat cats?....not so much.
I think it's great that music can be shared so easily these days. I'm not talking about downloading music so you don't have to buy it, I'm talking about the fact that it's so easy for musicians that would never get a record contract, being able to inexpensively produce their own work and share it with a wider audience. Computers have made home studios a reality. The finished products are quality, too. Not like setting up a couple mics and a boom box in the garage and making a "demo tape" (although that's fun), but with the right person behind the boards you can get a sound as finished as anything you can pick up at the local Tower store.
Roi's a great songwriter. And he's spent all the years I've known him without the ambition to try and do something with it, because really, it just wasn't possible. Studio time was/is expensive. Luckily, a friend in our circle, Dave Z. (whom I have known since the first grade) has built a home studio and is doing this for Roi.

It's all very exciting. Maybe it'll be done by the 20th and I can slip a copy to Bret. Roi would work as a very cheap opening act. Guaranteed.

Well, fuck....

Rock on, Dee Dee....

Music news

Rob Dougan's 'Clubbed To Death' which was featured in The
Matrix, and in Nissan Maxima and Caffrey's commercials,
(not to mention being the theme music to my imaginary wedding) will
be released in the UK and available to import from
Amazon in the US from 24th June 2002,

get more info here

Thanks, Micheal.

Lobsters

I spent some time this morning reading "Lobsters" by Charles Stross, and completely forgot to have any coffee. It's very very good. Here's an excerpt:

Just then a bandwidth load as heavy as a pregnant elephant sits down on Manfred’s head and sends clumps of humongous pixellation flickering across his sensorium: around the world five million or so geeks are bouncing on his home site, a digital flash crowd alerted by a posting from the other side of the bar. Manfred winces. "I really came here to talk about the economic exploitation of space travel, but I’ve just been slashdotted. Mind if I just sit and drink until it wears off?"

I found it through Sam Gentile's Sci-Fi page, which I found via another weblog, There is No Spoon, which I was drawn to for obvious reasons.
After getting past a couple script errors when loading (psssst! fix those!) I found all kinds of creamy goodness at There is No Spoon, including a link to a page of Baudrillard on the web, so I think I'll be freeing my mind for a good part of the day.

*edited to add a couple links courtesy mowabb:

Permalink to his Baudrillard/Matrix entry

Entry about more of the same over at tins::Rick Klau's weblog

word(s)

"Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them thoroughly. After that, it will be possible for you to sublimate them." ~Salvador Dali

Also, THANK YOU to Ann, from whom I received a lovely package from today with 2 bottles of Augustiner Dark, and a nice card that had this quote:

"Surviving is important. Thriving is elegant."
~Maya Angelou

And speaking of surviving, I leave you with one last quote, from the Survivor:Marquesas winner, Vecepia:

"Too much drama."

The Jack Bauer Power Hour

Wow, last night's finale of 24 was nothing short of spectacular. First off, kudos to the writers for a whole season of amazing television. This show really was like a 24-hour feature film. In Monday night's interviews, Kiefer said that there would be resolution and no cliffhangers, and they pretty much delivered. Sure there's a few loose ends like WHO IS NINA WORKING FOR? But for the most part, the day ended. Each plotline was exquisite in it's resolution.

The Palmers - Over at the televisionwithoutpity.com forums, Sherry Palmer is nicknamed LadyMacPalmer and with good reason. I was thrilled with the scene in the banquet room. She had it coming and then some. I almost wish he would have had her bags packed and had Secret Service haul her away. And I would totally vote for David Palmer.

The Drazens - So very dead, and what a great scene. I wish Kiefer would have had another clip to empty into "Veektor".

Nina/Yelena -THAT BITCH! Way back when Jamey died, there was talk of it not really being suicide. I thought it was though. Again, great writing. Brilliant use of the digital video back-up to serve as a flashback. SO creepy to see her look into that camera after she did Jamey in. And what a hardcore spy girl she is! Where can I get a job where sleeping with Kiefer is in the line of duty? And in the parking lot, I was screaming at the TV, "Shoot her!!!!" I almost thought that she was going to get in a shot at Soul Patch (Tony) or maybe even Kiefer before that was over. I knew that one of the major players was going to cack it last night, but I was really shocked that it was....

Bride (Teri Palmer) - Bride of Kiefer, we hardly knew ye. So sad, especially with the pregnancy and everything. And she survived so much just to be eliminated over overhearing about Nina's German connection. Leslie Hope deserves an Emmy. We didn't see so much of her in these final hours, which is why it was that much more dramatic to have her gone so suddenly. But her portrayal of Teri Bauer should set the standard for complexity of dramatic female leads from here on in.

Kiefer - Has there been a better character/performance/man on television than Jack Bauer, ever? Not to me. When he broke down when he thought Kim was dead, my heart ached. When he came back up, guns a-blazin' I cheered. And yes, I cried as he held Teri at the end. I could go on and on. I'd like to see an Emmy for him as well.

All in all, last night was the finest episode of the finest show on television.

I can't wait until next season.

least coherent post, ever..

I can't think, I'm so psyched about tonight's 24 finale.
I have a little time before it starts, so I've been tinkering with the side a bit. Nothing major. A few new links, a new webring for all the bloggers that are attending BlogCon this year, new Bill-n-Ted themed side titles....don't know if I like them or not. Are they too confusing?

I'm also distracted by desire for this book. It was brought to my attention by Craig. 1200 pages.
Yowsa. Read the article in WIRED and tell me you don't want it, too.
Damn, I still have to read the Baudrillard that Lori gifted me with...I'm going to start that....um not tonight, maybe tomorrow.

Tonight belongs to 24.
1 hour and 10 minutes to go.
I'm thinking of drinking my 2nd Augustiner.

Couldn't fucking hurt, huh?

I should not be up.

But I am, two shows into the Kiefertalkshowfest that began at midnight with Charlie Rose (good interview, with an amazing clip of tomorrow night's show). Kiefer was on first so I got to switch over to CBS and watch "Craiggers" (ugh, I hate him so). Kiefer got 3 out of 5 Questions. Is it sad that I can rattle off his full name (Kiefer William Frederick Dempsey George Rufus Sutherland...I kid you not), from memory, without a hitch, but can't remember my own mobile number?
Anyway, I'm now waiting for Last Call to start.
Then sleep, then Hell-day:Revisited tomorrow, where I won't be able to concentrate because of the big 24 finale tomorrow.

Oh, it's on...night all.

Kiefer watch

The Kiefer will be on Charlie Rose, Craig Kilborne AND Last Call with Carson Daly tomorrow night.
I'll probably only watch the Charlie Rose show, and maybe Kilborne because I think 5 kwestions with Kiefer might entertain, but I really can't stand Carson Daly.
Of course, I may just have to tape it all.
Tomorrow is the first day of a busy week for me. Things will either be really quiet or a stress induced babble-fest here. Consider this fair warning.

So this is a tradition, then?

Even more disturbing than the fact that someone thought it was a clever idea to bring a dead octopus to a hockey game, is that they managed to hold onto it patiently and wait until 15 minutes into the last period to fling it onto the ice....

Let's hear it for McCarty, though.

And life just keeps getting better

FOX has announced that 24 will be returning next season with the same real time format and with Kiefer.
This pleases me to no end. Especially the part about the format. When I first heard about this show, it was the real-time aspect that made me want to watch.
I haven't been as passionate for a TV show since Twin Peaks (which I taped faithfully) and I'm so glad I have this season on tape.

Anyway, you can read the story at zap2it.com here.

TV tonight

So, I'm double checking my listings to see exactly when ET is on tonight so I can set the VCR. (Doing dinner with mom as a late Mother's Day thing)
First off, can I just say "dear person that designs the TV station's website: How about NOT hiding the listings?"
Anyway, I find it and all that jazz and HOLY CRAP! Even bigger than Matrix Trailers and Amazing Races, not to mention Sole Survivors...this Saturday, 9 pm...CBS proudly brings you....

ULTIMATE MANILOW!

I wonder if that's like eXtreme Manilow?
"Well, Todd...Barry's gonna go for a 360 fakey on this next verse of "Mandy" on the half-pipe with a gnarly grind on the last chorus.....Oh! Manilow chokes! That's gotta hurt!"

Ugh.

My VCR hates me. I set the timer to tape Kiefer on The View this morning and it puked. it won't run tapes at all, so I have to go back to the office and get my other VCR so I can tape 24 tonight, dammit.
It's hot and I'm grumpy now.

Oh, and eBay snipers fucking suck.

Dammit Lori, I wanted you to have that vest.

Kiefer on Leno

Hee!
Thanks to everyone that emailed and called me to remind me that The Kiefer will be on Jay's couch tonight.

A what?

Guess what I did last night? I played a theremin.
A what? A THEREMIN. An Etherwave Theremin to be exact.
And, well, I didn't so much play it as make some noise, but it was really, really interesting. It takes a lot of coordination and control. I bet Reeves, with all his movie kung-fu, would be good at it.

In site news, I have finally caught up on moving the archives.
Yay me.

24 quickie

In an exciting and ironic turn of events, tonight on 24:
Dennis Hopper as Serbian ultra-baddie Victor Drazen SHOT THE HOSTAGE!
Yep! He totally foiled Kiefer (who was not on tonights episode nearly enough).
Oh, and Kim was kidnapped, again.
Next week, BadMuthaKiefer gets down with his bad self. Hoo-HAH!

God, I love this show.

Tired

I had a full day and I'm beat.
But I HAD to post something so I wouldn't miss a day this early in the new blog.
Maybe I'll add something to this later. Roi is making me watch Fear Factor so we have something to talk about.....don't ask.
Anyhooo, Craig has fears that the sequels will let him down, so go check out his site and 'splain that there's NO WAY that Reloaded and Revolutions won't totally rock.
Or just go say hi.

24 DVD

If you love me, you will go here and put in an email address as a vote for "YES! GODDAMMIT I want there to be a DVD of the first season of 24 made, and I want you to tell me when I can get it." Even if you don't care, do it anyway.
I've never seen this kind of thing before, but I guess they are trying to see if there is enough interest.
Well I have enough intrest for the whole lot of you, so use your secondary or spare email and stuff this box for me, ok?
I have all the episodes on tape, but really, a DVD of 24 would be a very good thing. Especially for those who haven't had a chance to see the absolute best television ever...
There was no episode this week and I'm having Kiefer pangs.

Oh, and I'm taking part in the Verisign meme.
Because there's some bad toads at Verisign that make the baby lemurs cry. Click on this word: Verisign, and see why Verisign is so very bad.
If you have a site, and want to help with the Verisign meme (and if you have a site, you should because someday this could happen to you), you can go here and see just what the hell this is all about.

Go Senators!

I have been so busy, I really haven't been keeping up with hockey this season. I was pleasantly suprised when my father told me this morning that Ottawa beat the Leafs last night and are still in the playoffs. Not to mention that former Las Vegas Thunder player Radek Bonk scored. Radek used to live at my father's house when he first came to play for the Thunder, and we're still fairly close to his family back in the Czech Republic. He's a great guy. I need to make a point of catching the next game. I wonder if Keanu roots for Toronto? Probably, huh?
Well, "In your FACE, Reeves!"
Too bad I don't have a bumpersticker to show my support, eh hoopty?

So since my archives are acceptable now, I decided to hand-import posts from the old blog. I'm only moving them if they are timelessly relevant or terribly clever. If I do a month a day, it should be done in no time.

Lastly, I had a dream about going to a Dogstar show last night. I remember Keanu not wanting to get out of the car, me trying to help Bret load stuff into the club, and Rob being extremely funny. Oh, and the kittens. I had three fluffy orange kittens and I named them Bill, Ted and Rufus.
I had them in the car and a woman came to the window, asked for money and then took one of the kittens. Keanu then got out of the car and got the kitten back for me, but when I got it back it was vicious.

I wonder what it all means.....

Bad Boys

Looking for a quirky movie with guns, drugs and bad, bad boys and you already have Feeling Minnesota memorized? Well, check out Truth or Consequences, N.M. If you like FM, you'll enjoy this one.


And while I'm on the Kiefer...errr, I mean subject, www.i-love-kiefer.com is full of creamy Kiefery goodness, if you're into that sort of thing. Oh come on, I can't be the only one cheating on Keanu with Kiefer!
By the way, I expect to be pretty grumpy since 24 won't be on this week, dammit.
And there's only 3 hours left this season!
I'm SO GLAD I've taped them all.

And speaking of bad boys, you know how I love Hoopty, right?
Well, his band, The Vincent Van Go-Go has a new CD out.
Check out the Hooptygroove in the MP3 section and if you dig it like I know you will, Buy the NEW CD - You Are Here.
And if you're in the bay area, check out Hoopty's Blog for info on the CD release party.
Babies, you'll be so hip it hurts!

Van Halen

Speaking of the 80's...here's some off-topic news.

In the past, Roth has referred to Hagar as "a mediocre talent," "a complete failure," "a mindless little bridge-troll drone" and "my bitch."

I was a huge Van Halen fan in Jr. High and High School. My best friend and I shared a locker every year and the entire inside was pasted with pictures from magazines like Creem and Kerrang!. We weren't popular, but our locker was. People we didn't know would ask to see the inside. Weird. In our sophmore year, we got suspended from school for spray painting the outside of our locker candy apple red with a big black and silver winged VH on it.
I had 3 of the posters from Women and Children First in my bedroom, and was at one point, saving my virginity for David Lee Roth.

Diver Down Fair Warning* was the last good album Van Halen put out.

And don't even talk to me about Sammy Hagar....

*(edited due to confusion on my part, Diver Down actually sucked, pretty much)

Last night...

me: You know what I'd like to try? That oxygen bar place. I wonder how it works. I'll bet it's really good for you, getting some clean pure oxygen to your lungs and brain. I hear it's really good for your skin, too. I wonder...

roi: You realize you can't smoke there, right?

me: oh............well, fuck that then.

We had a good little jam yesterday. I'm catching up quite nicely, if I do say so myself, and Roi has offered to help me figure out some Bret Domrose songs. My main obstacles at the moment are my fingers. They're slow and tender, and while that's great for tracing your lover's n!pples while you lounge in bed trying to distract them from their crossword puzzle and waiting for the General Foods International Coffee to cool, it's not so great for guitar playing.

My best friend Eric

WARNING: gushy personal entry ahead....

I got to see my best friend Eric last night for the first time since he moved to Seattle. About 6 years.
Seeing him was like a mega B-12 shot for my soul. We sat in the bar at the Rio for hours, just talking about life, love, friendship, and destiny. I can honestly say it's been years since I felt so good just to be around someone.

He, I , and his friend Floyd (who was super sweet, quiet enough to let Eric and I yap and very cool about it) went to a great italian resturant and then hit the bar Eric used to work at here for karaoke, of all things.
It was much more of a dive than I remember.
Reason #482,613 why I love Eric? He got up and sang the BeeGees "How Deep is Your Love".
So very fun and cool. I pondered getting up and belting out "Superstar" but dinner had absorbed the alcohol in my system by then, and I chickened out. We bailed on that scene soon after and went to meet Eric's boss at the Bellagio, where we drank and smoked and talked some more.
We talked a lot.
Most of it, stuff none of you would be interested in, BUT here's one little tidbit...
How many of you thought that maybe Liz Phair's Exile in Guyville was about/inspired by Keanu? Well, apparently it's not. Eric knows the one who it is about.

I got home about 2am and spent another hour in staring at the ceiling and thinking about my best friend.
It was a very good night. He leaves today, unfortunately.
I'm going up to Seattle to visit as soon as I can swing it.
I'm pretty sure I'm not going to want to come back.

Satan wine tasting

"Start with the lightest wine, such as a Sauvignon Blanc or Pinot Grigio before advancing to reds such as a Sangiovese or Pinot Noir. The whites will freshen your palate, ease you into this most luxurious sport, and are just as good at dooming you to an afterlife of misery, suffering and pain as the heavier vintages"

Hee! More evidence that Keanu is the devil.

Bad Ferret!

I haven't had my coffee yet. So, pardon my bitchiness but...

If you are thinking of sending me an email as part of a gigantic mass forward, DON'T.
I don't want any surveys or jokes or "inspiring" e-cards. If you send me one of these things, I'm going to delete it. If it has an attachment, I'm going to block it, because that's how viruses are propagated.
Now, I'm NOT talking about individual emails, where you say "Hey krix, hows it going? I came across this link/quote/picture and I thought you'd dig it"
That's cool, in fact, I don't get enough of those. But I have no desire to cut and paste some long-ass link, go to a site with a bunch of pop-up ads, or download some mysterious ZIP file to open up some stupid eCard that says "Happy Tuesday! I think you're SWELL!!" If you think I'm swell, just send the thought in a plain text email. I'll believe you. I don't need an animated frog telling me. Besides, if you sent that same frog to 2 dozen other people...well, that's just tacky.

Really.

I mean it.

pfffft!

Ecstasy Club

Looking for a book to read?

I suggest Ecstasy Club by Douglas Rushkoff.

"A darkly comic contemporary fable: a brave, very funny, very knowing trip through the neo-psychedelic substrate of the wired world."
--William Gibson

Cinderella

There are two men on this planet for whom I would get on my hands and knees and scrub a stone tile floor.
My father and Keanu Reeves.



Guess which one called in that favor today?

And another thing, just because you call it "swiffering", doesn't mean it's not drudgery.

New Year's eve

So I decide not to go out. I decide to treat myself to something I need. Or at least think I need. I've needed a new monitor for months, so I go and give the old Best Buy card a good reaming and splurge on a new nice flatscreen. It's all sexy and sleek but...... it DOESN'T fix the problem that was the whole reason for me thinking I needed a new monitor. I must need a new video card or something. fuck fuck fuckity fuck FUCK! It's a bit bright, too. Now, as I'm typing this, Roi calls and wants to go out. fuck. I don't really want to, but I don't want to sit here and be pissed off at myself all night for spending money I don't have on a fucking sexy tech toy that I don't really even need. So I guess I'm going out. I don't even know where we are going.

Kinski: Uncut

Kinski Uncut : The Autobiography of Klaus Kinski has been mentioned by Keanu in at least one interview. It's out of print but you can order it used. I just did, as kind of an early present to myself.
I should have done all my shopping online, because it's getting down to the wire and there's still more to do.
I don't like shopping malls, mostly because of the parking lots and the fact that most people drive like idiots. It's not so bad, once I'm amongst the sights of disgruntled elves on a smoke break, the sounds of screaming children chasing each other around Spencer Gifts with fake poop and light sabers, and the smells of CinniBon, Schlotzky's and Orange Julius all blending together in Eau du Food Court.

I wanna Rock....sorta

Oh lord.
Roi has tricked me into playing music again.
I don't know how it happened, one minute we're talking about guitars in general, the next minute I've commited myself to a two hour jam session tomorrow night.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love music. It's just that ever since I got this big box of chips and bytes, I haven't been practicing, and frankly, I suck.
And Roi is a hell of a guy, but he's a stern taskmaster. I expect he'll push me too hard at first tomorrow Then we'll fight. Then he'll say, "Well, you know, N and P are going to be here in an hour to jam with us, are you sure you don't want to go over it some more?"
And of course he'll be right, and we'll end up having a good time.
And he'll use it as leverage next time, damn his scheming!

I haven't played with other people in a VERY long time, but I think what I'm going to do is find inspiration in the bass player for Dogstar.
In a sense.
I'm going to get my Reeves on and try and find that zone .

Loss

Thanksgiving

"What are you going to do with that?" "With what?" "That paprika, what are you doing?" "I'm putting it in the sweet potatoes" "WHAT?" "I do it every year" "I've never seen you do it." "Well, I do. It's good." "Where's the cinnamon? You stay away from them." "Fine. Are you going to leave the cranberry sauce like that?" "Like what?" "In the shape of the can" "Of course I am, it's supposed to be like that. It's tradition." "I'm going outside to smoke"

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.....

Not The One

I saw a preview tonight for the new Jet Li film...
The One
Hahahaha!!!
excuse me???? I think someONE is mistaken.

There is only one The One

And what really sucks is that I would have gone to see this because I'm a geek for these kinds of effects-driven-martial-arts things now, but I am going to have to boycott it.
I mean, I can understand that the concept is great for a film. But they could have called it something else.
Maybe this doesn't bother anyone else but me, I don't know....

Music

I wonder how long I have been listening to stuff by the Deftones and thinking it was The Catherine Wheel?
I am SO out of touch musically.

I do thank Mr. Reeves for introducing me to Liz Phair, I bet she saw a notable surge in sales of Exile in Guyville recently.

I share his love of the Ramones and the Pixies, but I'm sorry, the Joy Division stuff I have heard just blows.
Maybe you have to play bass or something, or maybe I just heard bad songs...::shrug::
Reeves will have to point me to the good stuff one of these days.

I need to buy all my old favorite music again. Everything I had has slowly disappeared or melted in the summer sun.

And there's no good radio here anymore