it's been quite some time since i was in the presence of cable television on a regular basis, and even longer since i was in the presence of the time-warner cable on-demand madness package, but now i find myself with a screen full of our modern condition, and i can't help myself. i am drawn to the horror.
so many of my sentances of late have started with something like, "so, have you seen that show with the midgets where they make them date some girls moms and then get jobs emptying port-o-potties while securing a spot in flavor flav's heart?" i need fucking help, yo.
yesterday i interrupted the normal fare for about forty-seven hours of college football. which is a marked improvement, although i saw the same commercials so many times that i now have some car commercial theme stuck in my head. the streets of tommorrow are paved with good intentions. kinda like the road to hell.
anyhow. in the way of bright spots, we have our new orange living room, and our soon to be green bedroom. and our apartment in general. kicks ass.
also, i happened by the john vanderslice website this morning and found this, his list of potential band names. my boy went to work on this one, friends. he has great band names to last through the next ice age. jv forever!
MOUNTAIN GOATS NEXT SUNDAY!!!!!! i'm so excited, i can't even think too much about it 'cause then i'll want it to be right now.
i've been toying with the idea of changing up the blog and specializing...one idea is to make it a blog purely about my daily slog through the mire of waitressing. i don't know, it just seems kind of formless at this point. i guess that's because i'm boring, though.
oh, before i go...one quick story. i think we're all familiar with the modern classification of the socially inept pack-rat, who is now the rabid e-bay consumer. you've seen the oprah where the dude in iowa has filled his single-story ranch house with e-bay-purchased-chotchkies and bulk-packaged vhs tapes. we know the market exists for the person who wants to buy up a supply of nonsense and unleash it upon these poor saps. they'll buy it, and fill rooms with it. soon, their morbidly obese children will no longer be able to move through the house without spelunking over the mounds of ups packages. i digress.
anyhow, a couple of weeks ago, i won a three dollar ebay auction to re-purchase my beloved plankton watch that my ex-dog, killa cali, ate(along with just about everything else we owned at the time). directly after winning said three-dollar auction, we entered the thick of the apartment finding/lease signing/moving frenzy. and sending the money order off to middle america slipped my mind for a few days. the chick emailed me, reminding me that they hadn't received payment(after like, four days) and i wrote back, explaining that we had just moved and apologizing, but assuring her that i would send it. thursday(a week and a day after winning the auction) i get an irate email from this nutball, claiming that i have stiffed her and that if my money isn't there tomorrow, i WILL RECEIVE NEGATIVE FEEDBACK. um, settle down? it's THREE DOLLARS, and it's ON IT'S WAY. it was all i could do to not curse this freakshow out. sure enough, the next day there is negative feedback on my ebay account, making me out to be some sort of professional ebay scam artist who will take any unsuspecting ebay seller for all they are worth(three dollars). seriously, someone is in desperate need of a life. i may have to send that nasty email, just because i can't slap her in the mouth. crazy fucking people, man.
i understand that they have to be somewhat vigilant about how people conduct themselves on ebay, but for christ sake, it's been one week and it's a three dollar auction for a plastic watch. it should not be such a federal case. the moral? watch out for ebay losers, they will ruin your good ebay name. and if you find that you have filled an entire room in your single-story ranch house with goods purchased from ebay, seek help. immediately.
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