April
6, 1999. Tuesday.
There's a slight chill in the air today. It's been pretty warm lately,
so when it's chilly, it reminds me of fall. That really screws me
up. Leaving the office the other day, it almost felt like autumn. There
was the way the sun looks in autumn and the chill in the air that was really
evocative of the fall. Anyway, it' sunny and that's all i really
ask for. Well, I ask for plenty, but i suppose that's all i ask for weather-wise.
Of course, come June and July, I'll be asking for a lot more. I expect
more out of summer. But Spring... well, you'll take what you can
get. Maybe that's why it's my favorite season. It can start off slow,
and when it does, everyone's expectations are lowered, so when things get
around to how they should be, evryone acts like it's the best thing since
sliced bread. Spring really knows how to operate. Summer, on
the other hand, is the sucker of the seasons. Everyone expects the
best, and anything less is unacceptable. Fall gets off easy because
it's supposed to be a letdown after summer anyway. Winter has major
holidays, and if it's cold it's supposed to be and if it's warm then that's
just great. And spring's only really job is to make sure summer gets here.
All the pressure is on summer. Me, I like summer a lot. But now that
i'm out of school, it's lost some of it's magic. But not all of
it. I still look forward to it. But as much as I like summer, i gotta say,
with the laziness and low expectations, I'm a Spring guy.
I used my company's insurance plan for the first time today. I went
to the eye doctor to get a check up. I've noticed little changes in my
vision over the past few months. The trip to the doctor's office
confirmed it. I'm a little worried about my vision slowly deteriorating.
I wonder how thick they make contact lenses. I hope my eyes don't get so
bad that i can't wear contacts. That'd suck. Anyway, next up are
my teeth, which are doing worse than my eyes. My rear left molars feel
like they're falling out of my mouth. It kinda hurts to chew sometimes.
But enough with that. Maybe i'll just take a picture of the inside of my
mouth and save some time instead of writing a lengthy description of the
woes of my mouth. But most likely, I'll do neither.
I have little else to write about today. I'm hungry. I'd like a sandwich.
I really hope to get to the beach this summer. The thing i like most about
going on vacation is the sandwiches. Nothing like getting out of
the shower and fixing up a nice big sandwich bursting with flesh and cheese
and mayonnaise. And the worse the meat the better. Like liverwurst
or brunshweiger or some other less-than solid meat. In a tube.
mmmmm...
In case anyone is interested, there're some new pictures on the Underpants
Cowboy page. I woulda gotten more, but scanning time was limited.
There are few are black and white shots that we took for the hell of it,
and some from the last show we ever played. Sad. And a shot from
the Tokyo Rose in Charlottesville, VA where we played a few times. The
two times that we played there were probably are only really legitimate
shows. Those, and a show in Salem, VA in a German restaurant called the
Jagerheim. We got paid 50 bucks and played to the other band, their friends,
and berry and liz, my girfriend at the time. but it was still fun.
On a personal (unlike the rest of this) note, Rodzilla
and I are starting to enter that dreaded stage of a relationship known
as "The Big Casualness." I suppose the only person who would get
that would be Doug. And Berke Breathed.
The other stages are of course "The Honest Opinion," and "The Big Lie."
It finds its origins in one of the main contributors to my sense of humor,
Bloom County.
"The Honest Opinion... it has destroyed better men than I..."
Something just happened to me that really bothers me, and it's starting
to happen a lot. Do ever stare at someone, and then they notice and look
at you and you try to pretend you were looking at something else and then
realize that what you're looking at makes no sense? That happened the other
day to me, and just now. This guy was hovering around and i was worried
that he'd ask me some question I coudln't answer and while i was staring
at him he looked over here so i naturally shifted my eyes. Normally, i'll
look at my desk or the computer, but in an attempt to be inconspicuous,
I try to avoid obvious head motions. So when he looked, i moved my eyes
about 12 degrees, and he caught me staring at the door. So of course
he has a question for me and he walks over and here I am staring a hole
through the door like I'm trying to read the future out of it's wood grainor
something. Anyway, i just felt really foolish and that happens to me a
lot lately. It certainly happened enough at Wal-Mart
the other day.
Well this is really boring. I'll betcha Nora
hasn't even made it this far. I called her (you) earlier, but she wasn't
there. So just for the record, at 11:46 EDT, I called Nora and she wasn't
there. Maybe she's running late. I suppose i'll try later. If anyone
wants her number and/or picture, lemme know and i'll be happy to provide.
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