Apr 20, 2009
twitter fame/facebook dread
hey, part 1 is that it was funny and weird that jimmy fallon was at our dance night on saturday. he seemed nice and liked us and took our picture. he twittered about it, with our picture. i don't have a twitter acount, but i saw it and so did almost 14,000 other people. it is really funny and weird. just this anonymous pic of me and geo (looking really mad) behind the decks.
so....anyhow......
part 2 is that since i hear an endless stream of "you should be on facebook!) all day, I wanted to ask you folks if there is anything about facebook that is having besides "everyone is on it now." I was totally ready to go down with the myspace ship and not do social networking ever again, but now that i'm single again...i don't know...but no one can give me a good reason to besides the arbitrary "we are on this new site now!" thing. any thoughts?
list of things i don't have:
cellphone
credit card
facebook acct.
ipod
girlfriend
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Another dream from last night.
had a dream last night that me and a friend were in this sex fantasy wonderland/videostore. But we never saw the videostore, that was just the sign outside. And I had sex with a sex robot in a gazebo? But that sex is theoretical and doesn't seem to contain any details. And me and my friend (who I have had sex with in real life) were walking in this wonderland which was a oceanside cliff with all these people walking around, deciding if they want to hook up with each other. My friend grabs some other dude for us to have sex with, and I'm all "ehhhhhh, don't think so." So we run away. Up the cliffside comes this bully in a bouffant. We have bikes now, and he starts to push us around to show off for his friends who are at the ocean at a dock. Because I fear he will push us off and kill us, I take the lead and push him off, probably killing him. My friend gets mad at me, and then we hear the voice of Wanda Sykes starts chewing me out.
2 distinct nightmares
Both happened in one nap.
First: running through a big dark house dying, blood everywhere. I think I had killed someone...realize blood is coming out of my dick. I run up some stairss and there is a ghostly figure in a nightgown at the top of the stairs pointing down at me screaming.
Second: I am at a function that I am DJing with my normal partner, it is my turn, and it's too dark for me to see the records...I do okay, making a few random selections...One is "Mannish Boy" and it seems to work, but I can't find another record!
Which is scarier? The second one of course!
First: running through a big dark house dying, blood everywhere. I think I had killed someone...realize blood is coming out of my dick. I run up some stairss and there is a ghostly figure in a nightgown at the top of the stairs pointing down at me screaming.
Second: I am at a function that I am DJing with my normal partner, it is my turn, and it's too dark for me to see the records...I do okay, making a few random selections...One is "Mannish Boy" and it seems to work, but I can't find another record!
Which is scarier? The second one of course!
Problems with words
I've been having a problem finding value in my own words lately. I was psyched to start transcribing a lot of old movie reviews I wrote years ago, that I found in my attic. Unfortunately, they didn't really seem any good. Then I found an old journal from 10 years ago which had a lot of odd little entries. But.......who cares right?
Well, I'm forcing myself to write something. My family took me on a cruise 2 weeks ago. My old lifestyle caught up with me and a rotted tooth went into "shut Dan down" mode, and I was unable to have fun/drink/zone out for most of the trip. So I'm just gonna make a quick little record of things I did/saw/had happen to me while on this toothdecay trip.
Before departure, I took a long walk in Fort Lauderdale. Passing a rock with Sade playing out of it at our hotel, I felt kind of at home. Then after passing the Sade-rock, I put on my headphones and listened to Coletrane's Ascension. Then I felt alien.
On the ship I saw a couple almost Hi-top fades on some middle aged black men, it made me feel really happy and at home.
I sang kareoke as much as I could. The book, which had lots of typo's listed "The Message" under "Grandmother Flash." No joke.
No "Strokin" on this kareoke unfortunately, so I was building up to "Unwritten" by Natasha B. I do a pretty intense version of that.
So I filled the time doing all the old rap hits...this led to lots of people giving me high fives and votes of confidence along the lines of "Nice job with Mama Said Knock You Out last night!" As I walked this deck of 3000 strangers.
But the height was a little white old southern lady asking me: "Are you a professional rapppperrrrr?" I told her that I definitely was not.
The dance club on the ship had some of the most hilarious decor I've ever seen. Giant white hands and feet sticking out of the floor with bad Ed Hardy-esque tattoos. They were really huge limbs, and the white reflected all the light so it was bright, bright, bright in there. And I really would hate to be a DJ stuck doing top 40 now...cuz apparently even people who like things like top 40 now, don't seem to like anything but 2 or 3 songs.
So then I read lots of Conan stories (barbarian literature) and an old issue of Cinemafantasique from 1988, and listened to lots of Loren Mazzacane Connors.
Listened to the complete "Bitches Brew" sessions while watching Pandas play on the TV.
The kareoke boss asked me to sing as James Brown in the show at the end of the cruise. I politely declined. Ha, Soul Brother number 1? More like honorary soul guy number 108,597.
But man, my tooth was killing me...it's gone now though!
Well, I'm forcing myself to write something. My family took me on a cruise 2 weeks ago. My old lifestyle caught up with me and a rotted tooth went into "shut Dan down" mode, and I was unable to have fun/drink/zone out for most of the trip. So I'm just gonna make a quick little record of things I did/saw/had happen to me while on this toothdecay trip.
Before departure, I took a long walk in Fort Lauderdale. Passing a rock with Sade playing out of it at our hotel, I felt kind of at home. Then after passing the Sade-rock, I put on my headphones and listened to Coletrane's Ascension. Then I felt alien.
On the ship I saw a couple almost Hi-top fades on some middle aged black men, it made me feel really happy and at home.
I sang kareoke as much as I could. The book, which had lots of typo's listed "The Message" under "Grandmother Flash." No joke.
No "Strokin" on this kareoke unfortunately, so I was building up to "Unwritten" by Natasha B. I do a pretty intense version of that.
So I filled the time doing all the old rap hits...this led to lots of people giving me high fives and votes of confidence along the lines of "Nice job with Mama Said Knock You Out last night!" As I walked this deck of 3000 strangers.
But the height was a little white old southern lady asking me: "Are you a professional rapppperrrrr?" I told her that I definitely was not.
The dance club on the ship had some of the most hilarious decor I've ever seen. Giant white hands and feet sticking out of the floor with bad Ed Hardy-esque tattoos. They were really huge limbs, and the white reflected all the light so it was bright, bright, bright in there. And I really would hate to be a DJ stuck doing top 40 now...cuz apparently even people who like things like top 40 now, don't seem to like anything but 2 or 3 songs.
So then I read lots of Conan stories (barbarian literature) and an old issue of Cinemafantasique from 1988, and listened to lots of Loren Mazzacane Connors.
Listened to the complete "Bitches Brew" sessions while watching Pandas play on the TV.
The kareoke boss asked me to sing as James Brown in the show at the end of the cruise. I politely declined. Ha, Soul Brother number 1? More like honorary soul guy number 108,597.
But man, my tooth was killing me...it's gone now though!
Monday, October 25, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
old jounals from 00ish
Oct 17th: Losing here and there, my work is sometimes a delicious day.
Oct 20th: So it is really 21, but it is also really saturday/sunday...............zyang botts
Movies and some warmth of being + a pinch of adv.
hmmm, i thought these would be more interesting.
Oct 20th: So it is really 21, but it is also really saturday/sunday...............zyang botts
Movies and some warmth of being + a pinch of adv.
hmmm, i thought these would be more interesting.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Old entreeeeees
Found a journal from about 10 years ago in the atttic. The entries are short, and they start right around this date, so I figure I will put them in day to day.
Sat Oct 12th: It's all becoming more of an issue of outside beauty. Wishing I was stoned and Rich so I could fall into that beauty-world on the drop of a hat.
Sat Oct 12th: It's all becoming more of an issue of outside beauty. Wishing I was stoned and Rich so I could fall into that beauty-world on the drop of a hat.
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