Week-end Update

Tonight is Combichrist.

Whee!

I'll have a review up on Saturday depending on how late I get in from The Mercury. If you're lucky, you'll get some blurred photos like I got at VNV. [laughs]

I'm looking forward to seeing Mr. LaPlegua aka Ole Anders Olson as the man has about 205920459205920 projects happening...


Alt for norge!

Enter the Critics Followed By A Disclaimer

On Friday, my friend Brent will be arriving at the Seattle-Tacoma Aerodrome for a weekend visit. His brother, Kyle, is here in Seattle for the summer and they are both very entertaining people with whom it is always a pleasure to biff around.

We have plans to go to The Mercury on Friday night after Brent arrives in town. For those who haven't an earthly what The Mercury is, I'll explain. The Mercury is a private goth/industrial nightclub on Capitol Hill in Seattle. In order to gain admittance, you must be accompanied by a current member and after going a number of times (roughly three to five - it depends on whether the doorkeeper remembers you), you pay ten dollars as a subscription and you're given right of entry. It's a great nightclub and I enjoy going there. It is blessedly free from such filth as Aberzombie and Fitch wearing meatheads and their poseur pseudo-Goth girlfriends. It is, in short, an oasis in the desert of ghastliness. Besides, the music is great.

Anyway, it should be an enjoyable time. On Saturday, we've discussed going to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I have yet to see the movie and am looking forward to doing so. I enjoyed the book immensely and while I know that for the movie to be successful, parts will need to be excised owing to the massive length of the tome, I hope that the director will handle the story well.

Several of my friends and co-workers have seen the movie already and while I respect their right to form an opinion of the work, I can do without the unsolicited asseverations that 'the movie sucked!' or 'the movie was great!' that have been proferred. I'd like to develop my own judgement based on the merits of the movie without undue influence from others. I think that I am quite capable of forming an opinion of my own without input from anyone else. While I'm sure that it is well meant, please spare me the benefit of your wisdom until I, too, have seen the movie and am able to judge accordingly or unless I ask you directly for your opinion.

My apologies if I sound a trifle liverish, but there it is. If you think I'm directing this at you, you're most likely mistaken. However, should this assertion on my part fail to assuage your wounded breast, I'm sorry.

Ramblings

I'm tired to-day.


The last several days have been appallingly hot. Wednesday was over ninety degrees and made one curl round the edges like St. Thingummy on a gridiron. Thursday was a trifle better but I didn't go to bed until midnight because my room was a bit too warm for my tastes.


It is almost pleasant today. I'm going to go out this evening but I'm feeling lackluster.


It's Peter's birthday on Monday so I'm going to make him a cake to-morrow. A lemon cake.

I've discovered that the neighbours up a floor and over a building annoy me. They're listening to godawful club music with shrieking divas at volumes that would stun a police dog at fifty yards. Meanwhile, I'm trying to be a good tenant and not blare my music at earsplitting levels. I think I may just give up and blast Funker Vogt at them. I hate guys that are TGTF.

Anyway, must dash. Just a quick update.

Rubbing alcohol for you, Martha?

Right.

So.

I solemnly swear to update my blog more regularly than once a year.

I promise! Really! Or something.

I blame Icha, Clippeh, and Lac for this. I thought I was done with blogging. It had been, like sex (until recently), packed away in a box marked 'Winter Hats 2006' and stuffed in the back of my closet.

Anyway, let's see, when I last updated this I was still working for the Wicked Witch of SODO. Hell, The Devil Wears Prada was nothing compared to this broad. Not only was she verbally and emotionally abusive - she also neglected to pay me my final paycheque.

Cow. I hope someone drops a house on her soon. Meanwhile, I'm working on finding a good lawyer so I can sue her and try to recover SOME of the money owed.

Hm. Now I'm working for a company on the otherside of town - I've worked in SODO, Downtown, and now I'm in Magnolia near the Fishermen's Terminal. It isn't what I expected to find myself doing but it is a living and my boss is entertaining.

Lemme see... I'm moving from my house in Leschi into a place on First Hill (closer to Downtown - the lights are much brighter there, you can forget all your troubles... errrr) with Peter next weekend. We were supposed to move THIS weekend but the nasty boys living there now aren't going to be out of the place until the thirtieth and they'll need to cleanse the carpets of straight-boy funk and re-paint the flat. I wasn't keen on moving my belongings in only to have to move them about so they could clean. Nor was I particularly keen on delaying my move; however, it works out OK in the long term.

I've been suffering from an earwig lately. :x It's terrible. I heard a song at The Mercury on Saturday night while rather squiffy and now I can barely remember the lyrics but I can remember enough of it for it to irk me and defy attempts at identification. I may have to hum it into MSN and transmit it to Clippeh and Lac for identification. They have been Warned. BWAHAHA!

Anyway, my friend Brent's older brovva Kyle is staying with us while he looks for a place to rent through August. He's a super nice guy and fun to hang out with. I'm dragging him to go see VNV Nation with me on Saturday (well, not really dragging him - merely suggesting suggestively) at El Corazon. Should be an awesome show. If you haven't picked up their latest effort, I suggest you do so and soon.

There are some seriously killer shows coming to Seattle in the next couple of months - VNV Nation this month, KMFDM in August, and Assemblage 23 in September.

Anyway, it's late, I'm tired still from my weekend. I'll write more tomorrow.

G'night, Moon.