Tonight at The Haunt Rob finally got his zombie wings. A winnar is he! Also, a winner is me, ‘cuz I’m getting a shirt out of the deal (as soon as my size comes in).
Even though Draven isn’t doing Dark Odyssey on Wednesday nights anymore (so there wasn’t a proper goth night [though the barkeep did play some goth music from his ipod]), I still dressed up:
I don’t feel much like a weekender ‘cuz I wore all but the corset (instead, I went with a t-shirt) to work- I don’t think I could have dealt with a corset all day. Also, I doubt my co-workers would like having to put up with even weirder ensembles out of me (I’m lucky I can get away with fishnets and purple hair without more than the odd glance my way).
Today, I went to the Sunday night Goth Night at The Haunt for the first time (I usually go on Wednesday nights). I was really happy with the selection of music played (sure, there was some NIN and Rammstein, but I happen to like NIN and Rammstein [even though I admit that neither is Goth], and besides, there was also some Sisters of Mercy). I was also really surprised with how many people there were (30-40 is my guess). I’m too unco-ordinated and shy to actually dance while standing on the dance floor and moving my feet around, so mostly I just hung out in one place on the side, bopping around. Despite the good music and all the people, I was really a bit lonely- I wish I had some acquaintances who were into this kinda music I coud drag along to these things (better yet, who would actually enjoy these things) so I don’t feel like such a leper. I think that people may have thought I was just some kinda tourist… blech. If I can, I want to go again in the future. If I can’t bring friends I already have, maybe I can make some new ones there… (nah, way too shy for that!)
Once I left The Haunt, my car wouldn’t start. The headlights wouldnt go on, so I figured it was the battery (even though the reading lights in the dome would turn on) and called happicow for a jump. Once he got there and that didn’t work (we did get to see some interesting sparks and magic smoke escaping from the general vicinity of the battery) he decreed that either the starter was broken (but would that really explain why the headlights wouldn’t go on?) or the alternator was really screwed up. We called a tow truck and had my car brought to one of the three mechanics down the road from us. My car is over 13 years old, and this is the first time it’s ever needed a tow (and it’s been in two accidents).
I so need a new car. happicow thinks I should get an American car (on account of the inexpensiveness), but I really don’t want to do that (on account of the cheapness). He also wants me to get a new car now, but I think it would be dumb to incur new debt like that without first paying off the debt I already have. Bah.
Did I ever mention how much I (surprisingly) don’t love Bladerunner? I haven’t seen Sin City (shock!) or L.A. Confidential (I doubt I’d dig that one). I wonder if they had horrific B movie horror/scifi as a genre…
Oh, and before I forget- Happy Turkey Day. Even if you don’t eat turkey or live in America, still try and have a good day, kay?
I’ve went and gotten an exclusive gmail account, just like everybody else who’s been on the Internet for more than 60 seconds.
How typically boring and mundane of me. Shock!
Anyway, I’ve had plenty of opportunities in the past to get one of these gizmos, but someone (or something… hrmmm…) sent me a google talk invite, and apparently talk is the same as mail, and also the same as Jabber. I’m still not qute sure how that jabber bit fits in there, or why I want it as opposed to the other jabber I already had, but whatever.
So yeah, firstname.lastname@example.org, if you care. I don’t know how often (if ever) I’ll check the mail, but I should be signed into the chat at least occassionally.
I saw this on Claudine’s blog (via LC Live), and based on something Peter mentioned last night I thought it was somewhat relevant. Not that the person this would be relevant for would ever read this bloig, or even answer the questions realisticly should they partake in this quiz, but whatever.
For the record, I really think my life has been quite the opposite of difficult, having only had a few physical problems (the strabismus and a speech impediment when I was younger) and quite a bit of teasing in middle/highschool (I was utterly miserable at the time of course, but now I think I’m better for having lived through it). I was never abused, and never left wanting for food, attention, or a roof over my head- in my opinion, this means I had it better than most kids in the world.
Average Your life has been 38% difficult.
Based on your family, money, political context, and personal situation — during the important years of your development — it appears your life was AVERAGE. What does this mean?
Well, the “difficulty” of your life is a measure of how rough you had it. Relative to the world, you had a pretty normal childhood. You probably had a typical mixture of advantages and disadvantages. At one time the disadvantanges might’ve even seemed impossible to overcome. But look at you now!
I’m not sure what “success” means to you, but whatever it is, you can achieve it. When you do, it’ll be very impressive.
My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
I saw the new Potter movie for the first time today. I feel that it’s probably the worst one yet (despite the fact that book 4 was my favorite book), but that they probably did the best that can be expected given they were trying to condense a book nearly the size of the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy into one 3 hour movie.
Despite the fact that I was at the theater on time (I know ‘cuz I remember that some of the trailers looked interesting) I felt like I had missed the first half of the movie when it started. There’s a good reason for this- they had to cut off most of the beginning of the book. And then suddenly they were at school, but there were no real classes, but at least one exam. Then some other stuff happened, and then the movie ended. It was really way too rushed, and hardly felt like a real movie, more like a cliff notes version of a movie. Bah.
The effects were pretty, at least. And the music during the dance was also pretty.
Anyway, I’m wallowing in this dense mass of people that is the NYC metro area, so if you wanna get together or something, and you have my cellphone number, give me a call. If you don’t have my number, you can’t call, and that’s kinda the point.
Before you ask (like you were gonna), I’m not going to the Bauhaus concert. Boo.
Last night I watched Nosferatu for the first time. I’m actually quite surprised about what a good, and scary movie this was. I know people make a big deal out of it, but oftentimes people make a big deal about the silliest things… Anyway, this movie deserves it- I feel it is one of the best vampire movies I’ve ever seen (especialy surprising given it is an unofficial and inaccurate adaptation of Dracula). I’m so adding it to my wishlist :). The edition I watched also had a “tour” of the areas the movie was filmed in, then and now- it’s rather shocking to see how little has changed in that part of Europe since then. Many of the settings were constructed in the 1600s or earlier, and any differences between the 1920s and now are purely results from bombing in WWII. If I ever go to Germany, I plan to actually visit some of these locations…
Also yesterday, I bought Stubbs the Zombie, which I’ve heard good things about. I agreed with those good things so much, I played the game until 3:30 this morning, and the only reason I stopped is that I reached a rather hard spot in one level, wherein there are rockets or landmines or something that keep rekilling me. Anyway, I really like the references to classic zombie horror liberally sprinkled throughout, and the surreality of the whole 1950s city of the future setting. The robots are an especially nice touch (especially given that they never make any attempt to help the humans who are waging an all-out war against armageddon around them [I have a theory the robots see the zombies as a convenient way to gain superiority over the human infestation, though I have seen no corroboration of this as of yet]). Also, it’s surprisingly fun to eat brains and create a mass of the undead to wipe out humanity. In fact, it’s so much fun I can overlook the very un-romerolike walking headless corpses and frequent utterances of “Braaaiiiiins….!”.
I just watched Glen or Glenda for the first time (shocking, I know). I actually think this is the strangest movie I’ve ever seen- not for the topic, but for the weird dream sequences, Bela Lugosi‘s character, and all the symbolic claptrap. At least I think it was supposed to be symbolic, it may have just been stupid (I have a hard time telling the difference with Ed Wood). Oh, and the buffalo. Can’t forget to mention the buffalo.
I do think it was rather strange that most of the movie seemed to be preaching transvestite tolerance, yet it ends with the message that transvestitism is a mental illness that can sometimes be cured. Maybe Ed Wood was just overly hopeful?