ugh. i hate summer. too hot to move, too hot to think even. i spent about half of today in a cold shower. yes, i know, waste of water etc etc. i’m really repulsed by humidity; i can’t fucking stand to feel sweaty or sticky. it’s tolerable if i’ve been dancing or running or doing something that actually merits sweating, but just standing still does not fall under that category as far as i’m concerned. the most clothing i can bear in this weather is a bra and some oversized pajama bottoms or boxers. i read and work and irc, that’s about it. isn’t it october yet?

i’ve been talking to bryan erickson a lot more again lately; it’s nice. i didn’t realize i missed him, but i did. he can be kind of difficult to understand and get along with but in my opinion he’s worth it - he’s a fascinating person on so many levels.

<emma> it is anime soundtrack week at emma’s
<emma> cause i’m a NERD
<skotadi> emmangelion
<skotadi> emira
<skotadi> emma scroll
<matt|> odd in the shell
<skotadi> ghost in the emma
<jonathans> vampire huntemmar d
<bill> The emma pair
<emma> heehee
<skotadi> emmaball Z
<jonathans> haw
<matt|> vision of emmaflowne
<jonathans> pokemma
<bill> Sailor Emma
<emma> digiemma!
<skotad> ha
<jonathans> what’s that one with the train
<jonathans> something express 777 or something.
<matt|> Oddling Wing

listening to ohGr today. welt is such a very very good album. it’s still hard to comprehend that i actually met and interacted with nivek ogre. i mean shit, i’ve been listening to him in one form or another for going on ten years now, what with skinny puppy and all. it’s similar to the sensation i had finally seeing nin in concert last year at madison square garden - i’ve listened to trent reznor for so long that seeing the live show was something i almost couldn’t even understand. but so anyway. yum.

i guess adam was going to be in nyc this week but now he’s not; he mentioned it briefly when i saw him last time i was in massachusetts but i guess it’s not going to work out after all. oh well. it’s weird thinking i’ve known him for over two years now. going on two and a half. i’m glad we still talk.

spent some time today and yesterday setting up a grufti with gundam for #velvetacidchrist and #ohGr on efnet. gruftis are such fun. also, spencer is now running gruftistats with one of the #thorns (irc.thorns.org port 7000) gruftis, Gollum. so there are now #thorns stats here (from deimos) and here. if you’re into that sort of thing.

oh yeah, before i forget - if you run an mp3 server with any amount of opera on it and you’re all about hooking me up, let me know. i find it really irking to pay $40 or whatever for a decent recording of rigoletto or what have you only to rip it immediately and never touch the cd again.

12 monkeys is on tv. i’ve seen it before of course but it’s still entertaining. when i was younger, i was fascinated with the thought that maybe i was insane and didn’t even know it, because my entire interaction with the world would be filtered through my insanity and would seem to make sense to me, the insane person. later that sort of got transferred to the classic cartesian dilemma - what if everything i think is real is not, in fact, real. how can you determine what is true and what is false? decartes used the example of an evil demon making you believe only in lies, but it could be anything - the matrix’s premise is another example. so anyway. movies with that theme sort of appeal to me, and plus brad pitt makes an obscurely appealing lunatic. i never did understand why the plural of the word monkey isn’t ‘monkies’, however.

i was going to go to batcave tonight, but i’m just not up for it i don’t think. too expensive, too crowded, too much of a pain to get all dressed up and make the trek into manhattan. i have some work to get done on my dad’s site and on pa. so i think i’ll hole up and talk to killfile and such and whatnot. ta.

i am insane, and you are my insanity.

so yeah, i’m a little banged up from the pit at the ohGr show. well worth it however. i am just sort of achey and such and my bruises have already started going yellow. so there’s that.

killfile is mad cute. the end.

i am exhausted. reading in bed time. ‘night.

WHY YES, I DID IN FACT MEET NIVEK OGRE LAST NIGHT.

got to limelight around 6:15 and ran into gundam with his friends matt and alan; after a brief sojourn at mcdonald’s and a slightly lengthier one at starbucks, we headed back and got in line. took fucking forever to get inside. this one random girl liked my neubauten shirt, so we traded bracelets.

eventually we got inside and drank and danced and talked to people through the nuns and hate dept, because they suck. sarah and dave and ceejay and a bunch of other people were there. i started getting sleepy just before hate dept finished, but i popped some penguin mints and all was well.

the sound for the first song or two of ohGr’s set was suck, but then some crew folk fucked with it and all was well. the crowd was really rough, and i have a lovely black eye to show for being in the pit, but it was entirely too cool nonetheless.

after the encore i went upstairs to look for gundam, who it turned out had already left, and ran into the girl who had traded bracelets with me earlier. we ended up sneaking up to the backstage door and eventually talking our way inside, where we met nivek himself. cEvin was there too but we didn’t talk to him. we had some beers, got some autographs, hung around for maybe half an hour or forty five minutes, then i headed home. w00t w00t.

you can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life. see that girl, watch that scene, digging the dancing queen.

WHY YES IT IS ABBA DAY AGAIN, THANK YOU FOR NOTICING.

my fucking power went out for like five hours today. it was not a good thing. both of my machines down, my fridge warming up, my air conditioning gone. i showered in the dark and lay around sweating and reading until my landlord finally fixed it. i’m going to have to toss everything that was in my freezer, i think. the fridge stuff has to be sniff-tested but i think some of it might be okay. i just went grocery shopping, too. suckage.

after that little adventure i hopped the q and went for belgian fries with spencer. he gave me his ohgr ticket for tomorrow night because i guess he doesn’t want to go, which is suck because it means i won’t see him there but good because i had forgotten to get a ticket for myself and now i don’t have to.

anyway. i am going to go read some more. and stuff. and whatnot.

batcave last night. had a sort of rasputina look going on - corset, petticoat, boots. emma standard i suppose. rich picked me up around eleven, which was a really nice change from the train. as much as i dig the whole hostile strangers under bright lights thing, i really prefer making the brooklyn-to-manhattan trek with people i know.

lots of people there. dave, dino, cliff, brian, venus, etc etc. spent a lot more time in the goth room than i usually do; patrick’s set was really good. ian played a lot of new wave in the main room too, which was mad fun. i was in sort of a goofy mood and danced till my feet hurt.

a bunch of us went to breakfast afterward; the moonstruck diner, i think. while we were walking there, it started pouring, and of course a petticoat is like ideal for soaking up water. as is my hair. so there was that. it wasn’t actually entirely unfun though, a bunch of dripping goths wandering around midtown. the diner people looked sort of horrified when we showed up and stuck us in a back room. but it was all good.

dave ended up driving a bunch of us home, which was nice. saved me another interminable train ride. i didn’t get home till after seven this morning though, and slept most of the day. hurrah.

oh, and i love the flowers. thanks.

before i forget again to mention it, deimos (of slashNET fame) has started producing stats for #thorns (irc.thorns.org port 7000, of course). i will give him much loving for doing this thing. check out the random quotes - they can be amusing sometimes.

it is too hot to even think today. blah. my air conditioner is doing its very elderly best to keep my apartment cool and dry but it needs very badly to replaced, which i can’t afford right now. so i swelter. uncomfortably. i hate the heat with a passion - i infinitely prefer being cold to being hot. if you’re cold, you get to put on sweaters and drink tea and snuggle into blankets and things. if you’re hot, you just sit there and sweat. ick. plus clubbing becomes almost unbearable - that many sweaty people packed that closely together and attempting to dance is just not a good idea in the summer.

i am drinking some of that mountain dew code red stuff. it’s translucent red and cherry flavored so i figured i’d give it a try, and it’s actually pretty tasty. can’t top jolt of course, but then, what can. ta.

hooray for my dad: the site i am working on for him is site of the week over at angst tech, thanks to the ever-adorable barry. also, he recently showed his work at an exhibit in northampton, massachusetts, and i guess that went really well also, although unfortunately i couldn’t be there in person.

i spoke for a while today to rstevens, my inter-net husband, who apparently also does not know his own phone number. luckily he is cute enough to get away with it. we are collaborating on a top secret project. oh, the sexiness.

seriously though, i did mention that killfile is positively swoon-worthy? because even if i did, i’d just like to reiterate that now.

speaking of swoon-worthy, i’ve been listening to rasputina again lately, and wow. melora’s vocals give me shivers. and she’s so gorgeous. yum.

i’ve been housecleaning like a demon the past few weeks and my apartment is really looking the better for it. i could use a new kitchen table, but other than that i’m really happy with it. it looks great. i’ll take photos soon, maybe.