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| Wednesday, August 20th, 2003 | | 11:56 am |
Bling Bling, Ching Ching and Other Thing Things
Today is the first time in a very, very long time that I am getting a paycheck which is, for all practical points and purposes, completely disposable. Well, in theory. I have no IMMEDIATE expenses. But then I do have $450 rent on the 1st due. But I'm SUPPOSED to be bartending during Decadence. Only the guy in charge wont frigging call me back. So on one hand I want to go spend a ton of money knowing I'll recoup it during bartending hours. But on the other hand, I have no real confirmation of those hours, so what if I dont get them? Then next week's paycheck, presuming I dont spend a dollar from it, will leave me $100 short for rent. I hate people being unreliable. | | Tuesday, August 19th, 2003 | | 4:46 pm |
What Fitty Cent Song Am I?
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Tonight, we examine the myriad problems facing the modern world and the propensity of humanity to ignore impending disaster while occupying themselves with frivolous pursuits. But first, I'd like to put on a silly hat and dance. | | 3:04 pm |
Must be Funny...
I just got a glimpse at the bill sent by my temp agency to where I work. They get paid $15.50 an hour for every hour I work. $15.50 AN HOUR. That means They're making $6 more than me to just have me here. That annoys me a lot. | | 1:48 pm |
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"The two most beautiful words in the English language are 'check enclosed.'" - Dorothy Parker | | Monday, August 18th, 2003 | | 4:51 pm |
Found Art
Someone else's commentary about Madonna on IMDB.COM - I loved it so much I had to share it with you all. --------------------------- I came away from "Truth Or Dare" feeling the way I do when someone cuts me off in traffic and then gives me the finger. This is a hard film to categorize. On the surface, it's a competent documentary, well-edited and interestingly photographed (even the grainy backstage footage). On the other hand, the film is like having obnoxious personalities thrust at you with every turn. At the center of this carnival of hard-working but uninspired nincompoops is Madonna herself. Madonna certainly fancies herself the queen bitch, but also wants to show us that she's got a sensitive side too (like when she lies on her mother's grave in front of the camera). I had to laugh when I read other reviews that ascertained how this film shows us that Madonna is "just another human being". What did we think she was? An alien from the planet Diva? Admittedly there's some funny stuff here. I enjoyed watching the weirdness involving Warren Beatty, especially when Madonna lost her voice and he was able to get a word in edgewise. But something really bothered me about the whole thing. For instance, for how gay-positive Madonna is supposed to be, this movie gives us the double whammy of the straight dancer Oliver deriding the gay dancers, and then shows us footage that shows how right he is--Madonna's dancers ARE irritating. Madonna herself comes off as a self-obsessed clod, although her legions of devoted fans probably did not see this side of her when they saw this movie. Madonna has always put on airs about herself (like the phony British accent she tries to pull off these days), but here you can see her stumbling over her various phony images and fronts, like in her decidedly inarticulate speech before the show that she dedicates to Keith Haring ("...who doesn't have the luxury of being alive like we do..."). The "religious" Madonna chokes on her words and seems flustered that the camera is still rolling (she feels the need for a self-aware aside that says "I don't know why I do this to myself!"). Poor sensitive thing. In fact she's so sensitive that her first reaction when she hears that one of her makeup staff was given a date-rape drug and sodomized is a giggle, albeit a nervous one. Then there's the infamous scene where she totally misses Kevin Costner's sense of humor and mocks him behind his back. Gad, she's so wickedly funny, isn't she? We also learn that Madonna is loyal, like when she excitedly waits to reconnect with a childhood friend, then disregards the woman when she says she'd like to name her unborn baby after Madonna. We also discover that Madonna is an "artist" and that her music is her art. It's funny to watch Madonna and her brother, Christopher, defending the calculated stage show by calling it a "journey...you have to go through all the different parts to get to the end." He he. Looked like just a bunch of costumes, lip-syncing and elaborate stage sets to me. I have never understood Madonna's mass appeal or why she has become as famous as she has, and "Truth or Dare" doesn't give much insight to this. In fact, she seems to have succeeded almost in spite of her bitchy attitude and her tendency to either alienate or disregard those who have befriended her or worked with her. Her music is mostly unremarkable, and she seems to want to paint herself as an individual who is relentlessly driven to succeed and gets everything she wants. While this may be partly true, "Truth or Dare" seems to overlook the fact that Madonna is very clearly a product of a corporate entity, a mediocre recording artist who was so heavily promoted by both herself and her record label that she was bound to catch on. Madonna may have sold millions of albums off of her ability to "push peoples buttons" (as if being sexually explicit is an original idea), but you can bet a bunch of guys in suits and ties have made a lot more money off of her. Her willingness to do anything to succeed probably looked pretty good to Warner Brothers records, so they lavished her with money and promotion and let her take off like an obnoxious little kid racing a bike down a hill. The thing that "Truth or Dare" taught me about Madonna is that she was the little kid who probably pushed all the other kids off their bikes so she would get to the bottom of the hill first. Blonde Ambition, indeed. | | 11:43 am |
HOLY SHIT!
THEOLOGIANS: "JAMES WARNOCK IS THE ANTICHRIST!" By Elena Zeitsev, Staff Writer MINNEAPOLIS, Minn. (Monday, August 18) — A newly published university study based on the so-called "Bible Code" contends that it has identified the Antichrist spoken of in the Biblical book of Revelation. The cryptological analysis, published this week in the Journal of Theological Research, transliterated ancient cuneiform references to modern-day letters, and ordered them in what researchers say is the Antichrist's human name: James Warnock. The authors of the paper stressed that the people who share this name all are "innocents," except for "the unique individual who may not even know he or she is the Antichrist." The researchers, from Bob Grant University outside Minneapolis, are currently studying geographical evidence using the same techniques. "The evidence so far indicates that this individual lives in New Orleans, La.," the paper said. The researchers say the next step will be to investigate the background of every James Warnock within a 50-mile radius of New Orleans, La., and determine whether any "extreme sanction" can, or should, be taken. | | 9:31 am |
Wounded but not Licked
I'll never understand human nature. Before I tell you this story I'm going to tell you one of my biggest life philosophies. I learned it in a class once years ago. Living through TRUTH is the most important thing in the world, providing one knows the difference between TRUTH in fact and TRUTH in opinion. What does this mean? Well, we live in a world of people with entitlement complexes. We have struggled as a society to be heard as individuals and to be able to express ourselves, and this has led a lot of people to confuse their opinion as speaking the "truth." A very very simple example of this would be: Jenny askes Dave "Do you like my dress?" Dave thinks the dress is ugly and unflattering. Dave has to consider: will speaking the truth about his OPINION in this case make an important impact in the situation? Will telling Jenny prevent her from being embarassed when they go out, or is it a perfectly okay dress that Dave just happens to dislike (in which case his opinion is hardly relevant.) Or to give examples of truth vs. truth about opinion: "Jenny is wearing an ugly, unflattering dress" - opinion "Jenny is wearing a green dress" - opinion but unbiased (I might call it a blue dress) "Jenny is wearing a dress" - mostly factual (but then some might call it a gown) "Jenny is clothed" - truth Somewhere within these lines of extremes we all have to find the right scale for the situation. So why am I bringing this up? One of the ways that truth-issues come up in my life on a regular basis is in dating or social interaction. It is important to me that people tell me the truth about how they feel rather than lie to me to spare my feelings. (Again, talking about truth of FACT, not of OPINION.) If you go out on a date with me and you're having a miserable time, please tell me that it's not working out. We can end an unproductive moment early and I can go shopping. I PROMISE I'll get over it. How many people on Earth; 6 billion now or something? I can handle a little rejection. PLEASE DO NOT say what a great time you had and then not return my calls or emails. PLEASE DO NOT see me on the street weeks later and give me a huge hug and say how sorry you are for not calling but you were busy with work. RESPECT ME enough to allow me to recover from hurt feelings when being told the truth. SO...on Saturday this weekend I was at Rawhide bar in New Orleans chilling out when this bear couple came in. I began talking to them and it turned out it was one of their birthdays. They had flown into town from Dallas to celebrate. Although they were both very handsome men, they did not play around with other guys. I was cool with that, you know? I'm the first to jump on a romantic opportunity, but I'm also the first to just make friends. Well, we hung out for several hours, maybe 2-3, drinking and having a good time. We eventually moved to another bar and all three of us got a little bit tipsy. One of the guys, the birthday boy, began to get a little more flirtatious than I was comfortable with. He was pushing his leg up against mine in such a way as to, you know...you KNOW. You can tell the difference between coincidental leg brushing and intense rubbing and pushing. Anyway he got more physically affectionate and even went so far as to make a comment about how if he was single or was in New Orleans alone... dot, dot, dot. But I chalked it up to the booze and although I was physically affection back at first, as it continued I started sort of pulling his hands off of me. If his lover had been doing the same it would be different, but I just felt akward. Still, we had a good time. They had made arrangements to meet someone from LIVEJOURNAL later at Lafitte's, but they were tired, so we agreed to meet there at 10:30. I ended up running into them at Rawhide at 10 but they both seemed down. One had a headache from drinking too much earlier; the other had a stomach ache from some seafood. So once wet got the Lafitte's we all decided just to go home, but we made plans to meet at Rawhide for karaoke night at "around 9" on Sunday. I got there at 8:30 and sure enough they were there. They were sort of flanking this LIVEJOURNAL friend. I was having some reasonable difficulty getting into the mix. You know how if you meet some people who are expecting you and they welcome you into the conversation they slightly rearrange their positions so you're in the "circle" so to speak? Well these guys seemed to be intentionally positioning themselves so that I wasn't included. The birthday boy barely made eye contact with me and said barely two words to me. The other fella did talk to me a little bit, but only because at some points it seemed even he was being excluded from this conversation. Now I'm a grown up. This isn't high school. So it's not like I was devestated or jealous. But it was a little bit hurtfull to be completely ignored. I mean, seriously, it was like I wasn't even there. At one point I even made some comment about how difficult it was to get into the conversation since I walked in late, and B-boy said "oh no, you're fine!" But then turned around to ignore me again. So since I'm so visibly being shunned, I mean seriously, it couldn't have been more obvious, I figured I'd let them finish this leg of their conversation. I walked away for about a minute and a half, just 10 feet from them, and talked to some guy. When I turned around, they were gone. Yes, that's right. They completely left the bar. It went from "You've definately got a place to stay whenever you come to Dallas!" to leaving a bar without even saying goodnight. That really hurt my feelings. I mean, to a degree I'm over it, although it still effects me on a human cruelty level, but what did I do to deserve being treated like that? I can't imagine the ENTIRE day before was the effect of alchohol because they weren't drunk to START with. I figure that they just met this other guy who they liked better (or frankly thought was cuter) and decided I wasn't worth their time anymore. But it still stings. I did trek out on a Sunday night to hang out with them. The least they could've done is make some sort of an excuse or said, you know, "Hey, we're gonna go to yadda-yadda with this other guy, it was really nice to meet you and we'll keep in touch online!" I mean at least then they've made it clear that they're going elsewhere, that I'm not invited. I can HANDLE that. So yeah, I'm bummed out. I don't like making new friends who turn out to not be much of a friend. I'm pretty much over it, especially after typing it out here, getting it off of my chest. But it did suck. -NOC- | | Friday, August 15th, 2003 | | 4:55 pm |
| | 2:42 pm |
Uncomfortable Moments
I moved all of my shit out of that god awful guest house and into my new dwelling last night. The stupid landlord's wife (aka landlady) showed up for some reason so I told her I was just moving some of my things into my office to prepare for my move out next week but that I'd be paying for a final week on Friday. Well today she SHOWED UP AT MY OFFICE with a bag with a few things I forgot. They discovered the broken air conditioner and she wanted her keys back. She informed me that the little air conditioning box cost $350 and wanted my address so if it cost more to repair she could send me a bill. Hell, I gave her my real new address. I'd love to get a bill from those bastards. I'm a pro when it comes to small claims court. The one thing I regret is that in tense moments like that I cant be more suave and confident, like Nomi in Showgirls. You know, Nomi would've just taken a bite of her icecream with a sly grin. This is how Nomi would've reacted (with real comments from the landlady) Landlady: Someone broke apart the air-conditioner. Nomi: (Eating a cherry from her ice cream) Oh really? I wonder how that happened. Landlady: We were very disappointed. Nomi: Why? Your hair will grow back out eventually. Oh! You mean about the air conditioner. Yeah, that sucks. Landlady: The cost to replace one of those boxes is $350 so in case it costs more than your deposit, where can we send you a bill? Nomi: Oh, well that would be 123 Fuck You Way, You're a Stupid Bitch, USA, 66669 Hope to see you in the crowd :) -NOC- | | 2:19 pm |
Your Name: James Warnock Your Date of Birth: 02/06/1979 Your Question or Information: singer actor writer entertainer gay Past Perdhro - Unexpected gains, hidden secrets coming to light, discovering that which has been lost, spiritual evolution. | Present Ehwaz - Abrupt changes, moving into new home and environment, travel, swift change in situation. | Future Tir - Victory, leadership, success over other competitors, increase in finances, virility and passion (especially for men). |
Cast the runes here:
Rune Caster | | 12:00 pm |
Avoid the Noid! (But not Boyd)
So I met this guy online like five months ago and we chatted. He's in his early 30s, handsome in this cool geek sheik kind of way, but he was in a relationship with this big bear dude. Then we didn't talk for like awhile, and then I ended up talking to him a few days ago. It turned out that he was at his BF's place in Lake Charles but he was coming back to New Orleans last night. We got to talking about how I was moving into my new place and he offered to help! Let me tell you, when it comes to moving, I'm a 3 on a scale of 1-10 of difficulty (with 10 being the most difficult.) I don't own a lot of stuff. 1 box oc music, 1 box of movies, 1 box of books, 1 box of random stuff, and then clothes. I actually had a TV but I gave it to him because it was kinda small, really old, and the colors on it are all messed up anyway, and where I'm moving has 2 TVs already. He was SO nice, and so now I'm excited to hang out with him more often! He really made me feel WELCOME HERE. (snicker) -noc- | | 10:23 am |
| | Thursday, August 14th, 2003 | | 2:56 pm |
Pip Pip
Jolly good, wot! Anyone for tennis? That'll be ten ponies, guv. You're the epitome of everything that is english. Yey :) Hoist that Union Jack!
How British are you?
this quiz was made by alanna | | 2:51 pm |
Get yourself a post-it-notes cube, a big one, and then flip it back and forth by your nose and inhale. Tell me that isn't Heaven. I'm going to produce a line of cologne and perfume called "Paper Mill". | | 2:25 pm |
Close to Cracking
Yesterday I came closer to that border that prevents me from killing strangers than I ever have before. Seriously. Every day it's a battle not to get into a fist fight in the streets because people are such fucking idiots. Yesterday I was walking in the French Quarter on a fairly empty side street, around 7PM. As usual I had my headphones on and I was singing along with my discman. Not extra-especially loudly; just in general. There's some old man in ugly polyester pants and a long sleeve shirt (in New Orleans summer) walking several feet in front of me. I see his head tilt slightly to the side and his mouth move, and I realize he's talking to me. The overall demeanor looks unpleasant but I can't actually tell so I pull off a headphone. "I'm sorry?" I say to him. "What was that?" "We don't all need to hear your music, you know" he says like the grumpy little moron piece of shit he is. Look. It would be one thing if I was in an elevator, or on the bus, or somewhere confined wherein I was causing a disturbance or general commotion. Granted you rarely hear this old man's line said to someone actually singing in those circumstances; usually it's just that the volume is up too loud. But I cannot stress enough how very OUTSIDE I was. In the middle of a wide open area. Traffic going by, music and noise coming from in and out of open bar doors. And this irritable yet irritating old croney is bitching at me because I'm singing? With a very even temper that I am proud to say didn't involve any actual bodily quaking or ffever rushing to the head, I said "Yeah, you know what? We're in the middle of America and it's a free country and I'm going to sing whatever I want, whenever I want, and if you don't like to hear it, you shouldn't leave the house." "Fine, if you want to look like an idiot." Grrr. I came *THIS* close to jumping directly in front of him on the sidewalk and putting my face in his and starting a major violent moment. But I didn't. Just then Poe's cover of "Our Lips Are Sealed" started playing. "Can you hear them? They talk about us, telling lies. (Well, that's no surprise.) Can you see them? See right through them. They have no sheild, no secrets to reveal. It doesn't matter what they say in the jealous games people play." TRUE. | | 2:17 pm |
"Ladies and gentlemen, do you like the pelt? Be honest, because some *bitch* stopped me on the way in. "What poor and unfortunate creature had to die for you to wear that?" My Aunt Trudy, I replied. Walked away, ladies and gentlemen, walked away!" | | 2:17 pm |
The newest insightful and sensitive comments from co-worker Jerry about co-worker Mary: "No wonder her old man used to beat her up. His problem was, he didn't beat her enough." (Mary is a recovering alchoholic who was in an abusive relationship for many years.) Great guy. Great guy. | | Wednesday, August 13th, 2003 | | 3:54 pm |
I know that this guy I work with can't ACTUALLY be retarded, but...maybe he's just a lazy mofo. "Hey James, if I want to mail something to ****** in Houston do I just give that to you?" "No, Scott, you put it in an envelope and you mail it yourself." (5 minutes later) "Hey James, if I want to just print out one label for someone can I do that or do I have to print a whole page?" "No, you can print just one." "So do I have you do that for me, or...?" "No, I can show you HOW to do it and then you can do it yourself." "Aren't I a special case?" I wonder... |
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