i think. Bass player jazzman in Chinatown informed me: "You need to see The Land of Oooo Blah Dee." Heh. I did...soon enough. Chinatown jazzmen, always filling your head with crazy metaphors. He was just trying to get to the bathroom. I saw the Warhol retrospective thats gotten so much attention. Theres too much for one visit. Im most impressed by his violent works and his early early creations as a 12 year old boy. The pop art i can leave or take. I bought those "kung foo" shoes that many of you ex goth and current goths (spider) might recall. Those $3 chinese "Papa San" shoes. I hadn't worn them since highschool. I couldnt resist. shopping in Chinatown is really really really a joy. The incense and paper lanters and bamboo plants are so cheap. It snowed in silverlake for the first time in probably a year. This is what i expect when longtime friends from Atlanta come into town. Because of that and our natural closeness and the subsequent actions I feel vulnerable today. I want to hold my wife. I want to go home and most of all i want a hot bath. I bowled a 130. The lanes that Big Lebowski were shot at....legendary lanes in H-town are being leveled soon. I bowled a 130. I was able to show my friends a great time. They saw one movie actress ( i didnt, but they swore it) and one rockstar (Keith Morris). They left content and achy too. I need that house in Big Sur right about now. I really really really really do. The Land of Oooo Blah Dee |
more importantly, where are those latin lover skivs? girl needs something to merengue in. you wanna help me out or what? damn. |
the order should be along soon.....hopefully. the problem is...getting enough orders to meet factory minimums. Its a catch 22. I'll ask the mrs what the status is....but there is the entire possibility that skivies may never be. As much as i hate saying thats a possibility...it is. Otherwise i dunno what im talking about. Im the walking dead and utterly confused. Im still trying to sort it all out. |
i was looking forward to that hint of ass crack. fuggit. as long as i'm here, why don't you tell me all about your debaucherous weekend in ooo bla dee. you know you want to. |
the weekend of debauchery? land of "ooo bla dee"? its the same shit that happens every few years in the M household. it usually involves copious amounts of blow and extended sex. this time was no exception other than they visited us instead of the otherway around. at least we got out to see some art, some jazz, some burlesque and do some record shopping. the difference this time i think was...mrs and i almost felt like we were performing which is strange. |
do a web search, manboy. |
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and also 'furry barnyard friends sex' |
The same people invite me to refinance my home, get a degree and explore 'Drippy Rectum Sex' heather. |
Instead i opted for some Fall cds, and one of the the new TWaits. My turntable is still crapped out. |
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Other than that I know nothing (suprise suprise). |
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morning morning where is everyone? i start to get sad when people don't respond to emails. yes you and you and you and you oh and you too. id like to thank allah vishnu jesus christ superstar for my virility. I have to wonder where the yang is to that equation though. will i get cancer at 50? will i die in a plane crash? loose a limb to gange green? even after the weekend, my mind allowed my body again. *sigh* bleh. thats the rest of the week. im so poopin tired of being broke. the business the business THE BUSINESS must prevail! yeahhh but when? i loose patience sometimes. despite my yawn and the lack of sleep ive had over the last 6 days....last night was no exception. C is seperating from his wife. We love them both. They, living around the corner from us, have always looked to nico and I for marital support. They have even asked us to be god parents to the children (though nothing formal has yet to comeabout). We knew him first....so do we take sides? No. Of course not. We love them both. We love the children dearly and can do nothing but offer support for both. But you know we'll become tools in the wrangling. Weapons of the spat. We mark our words carefully as not to become spears for either in a fight later. So C called up at 11 asking "whats a man to do in this town for a fuckin smoke?" I said "Come to my house????". He said "exactly!". I said "bring something to drink i just finished my last beer." I was just planning to go to bed early, try and rest these sore bones. I had just gotten out of a hot bath. I felt loose warm and frankly i wanted to curly behind my wife, with my cock between her buttcheeks, my Isabella curled in the crook of my leg "diggin" herself to sleep. This was the norm...after 5 days of hellbending this is what we all needed. When Isabella sensed I was getting ready for bed much later, she was just meowing and meowing saying "Come on daddy hurry the fuck up.....you've been going to sleep when the sun comes up and my routine is fried...I want it back!!" Routine aside C came over. Stoned and two beers down we hear the story of the crib search. They are just seperating for now....trying to get back to basics ease the anger and keep the kids out of the hostile environment. I can say this....C is selfish. L is spoiled. She doesnt know how to forgive, and he doesnt know how to apologize. These are the keys to marriage i have surmised. I joke with newlywed men..."learn to apologize". I realize now i should advise newlywed women "learn to forgive". I should also add to that that "he will probably say things he doesnt really mean, as will you, and you'd better learn which is important and which isn't. 'Im starting to resent you' is something to be paid attention to, 'you cunt' is not." This may come as a shock to some of you uninitiated types. But then, this places almost all fault on the male side, maybe, which inevitably infuriates me. But women are misguided and so are men. We are so fucked in the head by "feminism" and the modern divorce culture of relationships and the ever taunting media that encourages straying...no one knows their roles. Over the long weekend, when Brian and I were doing the dishes (after i had made dinner mind you, the girls were out smoking on the porch while we cleaned. Bite me Gloria!) he and i joked about it. I laughed that my wife had proclaimed a "no dishes" policy when we moved in to a crib with no dishwasher (The modern woman needs her major appliances you know!). He laughed and said "don't you know by now not to fight certain things?" A lesson i have indeed been told, given serious thought too, heeded at times but have yet to fully implement it, but Im getting there. Brian has been with his girl for 16 years and only recently made it legal. They too were 19, 20 year old sweethearts. Aside from all the normal tit for tats expected in a relationship, i started imagining the tit for tats in theirs. He cooks and does almost all the cleaning yet she's the breadwinner, being a district manager for Victoria's Secret in the Atlanta area. He's a musician, works part time as a parking attendant (and reads millions of books in the process of parking 5 cars in 5 hours) but mostly spends his week working on music. She's working 40+ hours a week. He makes her lunch, vacuums neurotically and all seems damn well. He sucks her off on call and she allows his porn collection to grow unfettered. The needs seem attended too and fruitful co-existance seems prevalent. The modern marriage. Im still working on mine. Im going to stop complaining about doing the dishes. Im not going to bitch too much about cleaning the cat box and making the bed. Yeah i work 40 hours a week, but they are some of the slackest 40 hours there is. Ultimately id love to just have a part time job to pay for my photography, clean and cook, and offer my body to my wife at will until she's done (wait i do that now). But what about the times when I want the body, the lust...to connect like supernova's colliding and making good good goooey goo goo like anyother redblooded man? More dishes more dishes! Genderclusterfuck? You bet. Am I confused? Not as much as I used to be. Im getting better. Im learning to apologize and to kiss her regardless and to rub her belly even though she could do a few sit ups (myself included). The business the business the business! I WANT to be a modern married man...if only we could cut the bullshit, and speed this up. To rake in the 6 figure we need to proceed. Hell we could settle on 2/3 of that and be cool. I hate the fashion business and there is absolutely no substitute for palmolive antibacterial dish soap. ya dig? |
They are not tearing down those bowling lanes. they are NOT. Not before i get to go there. Fuck, i have no other reason to go near Cali. except to find Axl, of course. chain yourself to the building for me, will ya? or take a picture? *sniff* i am really truly sad. But i like your writing. |
you have till August to get here sign the petition some guy named Steve having abirthday party at the lanes im curious to what some of the items are gonna auction for if they sell it off. especially those big ass stars. One of the pin monkeys recently took my buddy back in the back to check it out behind each lane. said it was pretty amazing. said he had been working there since he was 19...about 22 odd years ago. Its practcially a landmark...nothing like driving down santa monica blvd (route 66 btw) and seeing that two story neon blue bowling pin. its a bum deal they are building a school there and the local press failed to publicize it until it was too late. |
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or they spent money after the film to 'upgrade' in the ugliest possible ways sad. i was into the alternating red and white bench/chair/thing |
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you can see the stars here. all those signs in the back are still there. They say hilarious things like "Bowl For Health!" and "No Gambling. No Tanks Tops and No Swearing" I was reminded of the no tank tops when we went this weekend, as I had wife beater on and had to go to the car to get another shirt. Of course our friend had one on but she has great tits so they didnt hassle her. also notice the star clock in the panoramic and here with beloved jesus actually that website has a lot of awesome set stills. its the same place but also realize for a movie set they strip down a lot of things to to make it less specific. |
shit http://www.thedudeshouse.com/images/big/04_jesus/jesus_02.jpg http://www.thedudeshouse.com/images/big/04_jesus/jesus_03.jpg http://www.thedudeshouse.com/images/big/07_smokey/smokey_04.jpg |
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I'm at that age (I guess) where friends and aquaintances are getting married much to my dismay/amazement. The thought of actually doing that... getting married... I can't imagine what that would be like. Or I can, but when I try to substitute myself into that wedding picture in my mind I end up wearing a chicken suit or something. I've been with Jess for 3 years and I even abducted my cat from Billings so he could live a pampered existence with her rather than being ignored back home. My cat moved in with her, but I can't do it yet. Not just yet. Patrick, you give me some hope. No, not hope... something else. But you're evidence that marriage isn't necessarily just that unpleasant thing that my parents have done a total of 5 times between them. In my dad's latest (and certainly most successful) marriage, he always does the dishes as well. He says it's sort of a "Centering" thing, and he does it volountarily. He does probably half of the cooking. He's really happy now. Both he and my step-mother own their own businesses. Small, but doing well. She's thinking of selling hers, though, to spend more time teaching at the U. So far 4 friends from high school have gotten themselves married. I don't think it's even the commitment that scares me so much as the sense of being all growed up. I suppose it's not all that far off, though. If everything goes well, I'll graduate in May and be off to Oregon or Washington or wherever to make my fortune. |
Marrage isn't so bad. You just have to remember who the boss is and do what she says. It goes a lot smoother that way. |
marriage is never that bad, its that good....to paraphrase miss kidman in Eyes Wide Shut "t h a t g o o d . . . ." (*shivers and swoons*) dang! anyway...just get over the "weirdness" aspect that not too long ago you were doing keggers with blokes tooling for trim and and the concept of being "tied down" was as distant as Mars. That "grown up" sense. But i've always felt a little older than I really am anyway so getting hitched at 21 was...*shrugs* whatever. Its not a matter of being tied down. Its a matter of doing what you are sure of. The extra step. The extra mile. Look at dave and agatha...while i don't presume to know much about their situation....as far as Im concenred they're married. Whether they went through the traditional ceremony or not....doesnt much matter to me. There's something else there....below the surface....something few can comprehend or identitfy with. If she needs the ceremony to prove it to her, do it. If you are sure, this will be merely a formality. If there is apprehensions of just moving your stuff and sleeping under the same roof...id hang on for a minute. "Why are we together...what brings us, draws us and pulls us back like a rubber band?" she asked me the other night. I didnt have an answer for her, but I said "as long as it doesnt break, who cares." what exactly are you afraid of homeboy? are you sure? |
Our relationship is stronger now than it has ever been. Am I sure? I'm never sure of anything. But about Jess, I'm as close as I've ever been. It's probably just another symptom of not knowing where I'm going or what I want to do with myself. |
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PSHAW How very un-dude. Yesterday i found out that they're shooting a tv re-make of Rocky Horror, and this bowling alley thing upset me more. Although no-one who knows me can believe that. (it's because they got the guy who did Priscilla Queen of the Desert to direct it, and i trust him.) Once again, very un-dude. ---- Anyway How very fitting this conversation, as i have just moved in with my sig boy of 2&1/2 years. We still keep different bedrooms though, simply because we have too many toys and videotapes for one room. Living together is lovely, even as tension mounts towards September, when his still student room mate returns and i may have to move out, if no one else does. I think it would kill me. I never ever want to be too far away from him again. That, and the rent is under $300. and people ask if we're getting married all the time. Fuck that. We never think of it. Ironicaly, i know he's the one because he doesn't care about marriage either. We prefer to think of ourselves as beign married on a ...cosmic level. I could stay with him forever. I want to. I say it all the time. I'm not afraid of that. I sometimes think that if i ever get sick of people's poking around the issue we should just trade rings and be engaged forever. Then we could have this conversation: "so! when's the *wedding*?!?! when are you going to get *married*?!?!" "never." no point. not for me, anyway. Unless you save on taxes of course. Just a formality, i agree. A big expensive white lace formality that i can do without for now or maybe forever. But if it wasn't, i would have done it in a month after we started dating. That's how i know. Do what feels right, T-baby. |
if its a matter of knowing what you want to do with the rest of your life that matters, id say set that aside as it doesnt matter in terms of your girl. deal with them seperate. |
Marriage is commitment!!! It is going through the ceremony. Whether it takes place in a court clerks office, church, wedding chapple, or a hole in the ground. Marriage is making the commitment. And, then keeping it!!! |
