The straw that broke this camel's back I think happened last Monday -- I've lower back pain right now that's persisted for about a week - and I keep making pain-n-grunting noises and walking funny (like a hunchback puppet). Of course, you would never put my name and sports-related-injury in the same sentence (except perhaps when I used to work for my dad at his clinic). I'm going to have to see someone next week. (That and stop wearing my size-too-big samba's (which is only hurting it more). Oww! Oww!
I'm going out tonight - possibly going to see Gorky's Zygotic Mynci (*yeah, I don't know how to say it either. It's Welsh I think) at the Crocodile, preparty w/Dana and Don. Somewhere this weekend I've got to find time to do laundry and buy some new running shoes...

Work was terrible today - I'll spare the details - but needless to say, this possibly prompts me to get off my ass and go back to school... (exhaustive 4.5 yr sigh).
At any rate - I did not know about the
The most feared woman on the Internet! Wow - this really confounds the notion of celebrity as I think this is the first Software Superstar, accompanied with alot of unfixed meaning and online diva fits. Cybertheorist Donna J. Harraway would have a field day with her perverse character...
We're truly moving into a new age...

forgotten the apocolyptic edge that defines us?... This ain't no disco. Growing up in the 80's - I totally remember this, and the various statements we used to make involving the doomsday clock (video projects of the time involved a pan over a bloody baby doll, w/audible clock ticking. images of Hiroshima. death. destruction.) Then the 90's, and the last we dwelled on it was in Douglas Copeland's novels and occassional parodies... Now is quite different. No one mentions Nuclear Winter, Annhilation, End of the World worst case scenarios. It's been nearly relegated to science fiction, in favor of looking at the crisis from a tactical standpoint ("well, if we take out said enemie's satellite system, we can then...")
In any case - I'll get out of my gloom spiral...
because after all...
There is always NUDE BEER DRINKING!!!! Yeah!!! And I thought only I did this in the privacy of my own home...

Ian and I went to see an improv troop do a reading of "Pretty in Pink" at the Rebar. The place was packed -- partially because the press in the stranger, partially because Nick Garrison's lead as the lip-biting Molly Ringwald, and partially because of Ursula Android's contribution as Annie Pott's 35yrold new-wave character, Iona. Needless to say - it well lived up to it's press and reminded us how you can make a vintage prom dress look even worse.
I'm getting ready for work. Yes, more nights - and I'm suffering a sleep deficit these days - so I'm not sure how good I'll be. I have to run up and grab my coworker a pack of smokes - so I'm going to get some coffee to smack me into consciousness...

...Just got back from seeing Italian for beginners w/Beate. It was a good, sunny and warm movie filmed in the cold, austere Danish dogme95 style - simple stories of 7 characters who are intertwined by a beginning Italian course -- which suprisingly, I could still remember after 12 years... After we went next door where we ordered 2 car bombs (Pint of Guiness w/a shot of Bailey's which you're supposed to pour or dump the entire shot glass in), and had greasy calamari and quesidilla's. Needless to say, my mind is a bit gelatinous right now and my stomach is also swimming in a few fat molecules (saying, "hmmm - thought we weren't going to do this...remember?") I'll pay dearly for sure...

I feel acute nauseau and am uncomfortable - and yet, I'm to go to my 8pm appt to be pummelled into the stretch armstrong of my dreams.

Oh and before I hit the pillow - I gotta just mention that I found Rupaul's weblog... adding this to my favorites under celeb blogs...

Awww crap. NYTMag does an article on The Stephin Merritt Standard and i'm aghast that now my fave cult songwriter's gonna supernova. Oh well... Which is also oddly enough the headlines for today's Sunday Seattle Times cover story on Apolo Ohno getting disqualified in yesterdays race...OH WELL... Huh? The actual article pays him just props for dealing with it gracefully -- but the cover saying "OH WELL" is akin to the "Yeah - that's too bad" in condescending tones (like they are gushing at his defeat - what a buncha a**holes!?)... Why am I writing about this? I am not very sure (slow news day?) - probably because I know how the media likes creating bad boys and punk rock players more than letting people actually play the sport itself, and Times seems a bit triste at finding out they can't cast him in the angry young turk role...
In any case - have had a productive day. I cleaned the bathroom and kitchen with these new products that i think have solved the age-old issue of Old Man Apartment Smell... Now I just need to clean the front room and all will be stable with the universe.