August 1, 2003

Laurie and I just went for a walk while doing some laundry. It was a good walk. It was a good sweat. Now. I have to take a shower because we got a new bed and this is the first time that we are going to sleep on our new bed which is the first adult bed that we have ever had in the nine years that we have been living together. It is like we are adults or something. We would have been sleeping in this bed last weekend but I did not pick the right one the first time and the second bed just got delivered today. Without me having to carry it up the stairs. Man. That was great. I love it when things happen and I don’t have to do anything. Tomorrow. I am going to the East Side for some drums and to that Lakewood Arts Thing with Baby Fea and then over my in-laws and then back to bed. I am looking forward to partying with those Puerto Ricans. Alright. I really have to take a shower because I don’t want to mess up that new bed. Goodnight. P.S. By the way. Worked sucked the last two days and I played like shit at practice yesterday because of it and did not have fun at the Flaming Lips either because I was dreading work. So. To hell with work. Yeah. That is all I am going to say. To hell with work.

posted by Thea at 10:09 PM

July 30, 2003

I read “Lullaby” by Chuck “Fight Club” Palahniuk today. It was not as good as “Fight Club” but it was still entertaining. It was kind of like “Ringu” with some curse or spell or something. It was not as scary as “Ringu”. But still good. I have to complain about all of the cutsie pie shit that Chuck “Fight Club” Palahniuk puts in his writing. If you have read him, you know what I am talking about. It is writing for the MTV generation. Or the dumb. I liked the book – don’t get me wrong – and I will keep on reading him. It is just that it is kind of fluffy. That was it as far as my day. That and I dealt with anger all day at work and started cooking up schemes to get the hell out of there for good. And I am not talking about some other job. I am dreaming about a day when I don’t have to work. Going to bed. Dreading going to the office. Praying it flies by. Looking forward to practice tomorrow. Thinking about going to see the Flaming Lips. Thinking.

posted by Thea at 11:10 PM

July 29, 2003

Yeah. I was making fun of Andrej yesterday at practice. Saying that he was some kind of hypochondriac. Sure. You’re sick. You’re always sick. Well, guess what. Now I feel like I am coming down with something. I have been dragging the last couple of hours. I was lying on the floor of the office with a pillow over my face. I ache all over. My teeth hurt. OK. Maybe Andrej was sick. This does not look good for tomorrow. Considering today was not so good either. I decided to stop slowly reading “Infinite Jest” for a couple of days. I picked up “Lullaby” by Chuck “Fight Club” Palahniuk. It was issued in paperback today. I could not even start reading it because I felt so rotten. And then Dirt told me that Iron Maiden/Motorhead/Dio was not this Saturday but next Saturday. Son of a bitch. OK. Now I am ready for some good news. Or bed. Goodnight.

posted by Thea at 10:12 PM

July 27, 2003

BLOG. Weekend Edition.

Friday. Work was stupid. I was told how a file that I work on every day does not involve me. How right you are. It does not involve me at all. No matter how many days I come into work. Or how much of my time I spend working. It does not involve me. I know that. Apparently they know that. And that is just fine by me. That night, I went to my first ever book reading. Dave Eggers. I did not like it. One. It was crowded. Some young hippy chick took the stool that I was sitting on and there was no place else to sit. You little bitch. So I am standing there listening to somebody quietly (just slightly off mic) read stuff that I already read. It was boring. So boring that I did not stick around for a question and answer session that I think was coming. Book readings. Not for me. Although I would like to read my stuff in public. Just with a little more bombast. It is called showmanship. And a whole lot less post modern irony. It was a good time, though. I rapped with my friend Dave – who I like and understand for some reason. However different we are as dudes. Going out. Better than staying in. You know what is going to happen if you stay in. That’s right. Nothing. Nothing ever happens if you stay in.

Yesterday. Laurie and I went to Chicago, IL. There and back again. One day. To pick up some furniture. We got a new bedroom set. This was a controversial trip. Disputed. For sure. I am not saying it was not a ball buster. Although I really did not feel it except for when I was sitting in traffic at the Indiana/Illinois border for over an hour. And maybe a little bit on the way home outside of Sandusky, OH. Otherwise. The fourteen hour trip was not at all horrible. And it saved me several hundred dollars. That is money that I can now waste on drums. How you like me now? Besides me being a cheapskate and wanting our furniture a month early, the trip gave me and Laurie a chance to get to know one another a little better. We got deep. Tears were shed. Instead of listening to the radio (it was on for a grand total of ten minutes the whole trip), I heard stories about my wife as a little girl. Those are always the best. I think I know now what makes my wife happy. And I thought, before the trip, that me acting like a jerk all the time made her happy. I guess not really. Five years of marriage and nine years of living together and there are still things to learn. Some social commentary from the road: Amerika is now one big giant suburb. Amerika: the land of shopping centers and brand new mini mansions right off the highway. Westlake, OH is everywhere. There are pockets in every city. Places that you can call home and forget that Best Buy exists. But those pockets are getting smaller all the time. The suburbinazation of Amerika is destroying Amerika. And the people. Holy shit. The people. Fat. Ignorant. Yahoos. With televisions in their SUVs. Oh the humanity. As if going to a truck stop bathroom was not bad enough. I had my share of humanity yesterday. It will last me a while. My stomach is still sick. From the people. Or maybe the first McDonald’s I ate in just under three years. The Mcfish sandwich. Not sexy. Not sexy at all. I am paying for my sins. I am paying because I am one of them. Lastly, yesterday was the fourth anniversary of the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show. I celebrated the occasion with a moment of silence on the highway. I asked Laurie if she could believe that it has been four years and she said no.

Today. Laundry. Move furniture. Unload the van. Move the Jeep to it’s new home: an undisclosed garage on Cleveland’s West Side. Return the Sinner’s moving blankets. Practice with Andrej. Clip news for the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show. Pick up wife from work. Go see some Shakespeare in Parma, OH. To home. To bed. Tomorrow on the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show.

posted by Thea at 8:24 AM