August 13, 2003

What did I see on the corner of Wolf and Dover Center Road in Bay Village, OH tonight on the way to practice? Yeah. We had practice again tonight. That is because we want to rock when we open up for the Dreadful Yawns and The Brian Jonestown Massacre at the Grog Shop this Monday. Practice went well. We sounded like a rock band. Work was a nightmare. I felt like I was going to freak out. There was this time when I was on the phone with Laurie where I could not communicate a fully formed thought. Just mumbling. And fragments. And she claimed that I called her even though it felt like she called me. Who knows? I sure don’t. So I thought I was going to blow up but my computer decided to blow up for me. I got away from the war room for two and a half hours at the end of today. As they looked at the computer and pressed buttons. I went downstairs. Closed my office door. Turned on Van Halen really loud and shuffled papers. Sweet precious paper shuffling. Loud rocking Van Halen. I left the office after another ten hours. Alive. Tonight was all good. Laurie is painting the apartment. I am looking at the computer. And Andrej is suggesting that I should do a BLOG. Hello last year and a half. Where have you been?

posted by Thea at 9:58 PM

August 12, 2003

In reverse order. Some girl just crossed the street as I walked towards her. I guess I am somebody’s idea of a bad guy. I ran. A half minute slower than Sunday. But I felt like I ran better. I did not feel like I was, at any point, going to die. I finished strong. I may be fat and slow but I am not a quitter. I had band practice. Now is as good a time as any to start BLOGGING that sleepykid has a show opening up for the Brian Jonestown Massacre and the Dreadful Yawns at the Grog Shop this coming Monday. It is my first gig since getting mowed down by the car the day after that Lilys show at the end of May. If tonight’s practice is any indicator, we will rock. My eye twitched at work from stress. I wrote a letter of recommendation for Andrej. Probably the single greatest thing that I have written in my life. Ever. It has the word grasshopper in it. I signed it. He is sending it out. I woke from a dirty dream about my wife. The first since we have been married – at least. And perhaps the first ever. Coming up on five years of marriage next week. That is a good sign.

posted by Thea at 10:28 PM

August 10, 2003

BLOG. Weekend Edition.

Friday. Worked. Laundry. Practice. Played the drums. Argued with Andrej. Picked Laurie up from work. Went to the Asterisk Gallery. Talked to Smokin’ Steve. Looked at art. Steve’s thing was his thing. Read. Vaginas painted on skateboards. Put one of those on your Christmas list for your favorite thrasher. There was some art that I liked a lot. Tippy the Turtle. And these three abstract expressionist painting that were on the left as soon as you walked through the door of the main room. I wish I could remember the artists’ names that I liked to give them props but I forgot. For the record. I like art.

Yesterday. Work. Laundry. Road trip to Columbus, OH to see Iron Maiden/Dio/Motorhead. What a day. What a show. Dirt and I got there late – missing most of Motorhead’s set. My bad. I had to go to Used Kids Records. (Ranking record stores in Ohio. First overall. My Mind’s Eye Records in Lakewood, OH. No contest. Honorary Mention – Buying: My Generation in Westlake, OH. Honorary Mention – Selling: Used Kids Records in Columbus, OH.) After the whole ordeal or getting in to the place. We found the rest of our crew. No problem. Motorhead wrapped it up after a half hour set and then Dio kicked it. I took some from my boys for liking Dio. Two things. One. I hear you. All of that fantasy lyrics stuff is lame. I get it. Two. Kettle, you’re black. How does that not apply to Iron Maiden? Fucking Maiden, dude. They ruled. The sound was muddy for the first five songs but, after that cleared up, they began to smoke. I clapped my hands, air guitarred, air drummed, clapped my hands above my head, yelled and sang along. It was pretty out of hand by my standards of public behavior but subtle and subdued compared to my crew who let it rip. Dirt and I ran to to the hill during “Run to the Hills” and encountered zero traffic. The ride home blew for lack of quality snacks and mad hiccupping towards the end of the trip as a result of too much yawning. The sad truth. I am getting old and can go like I used to. Long drives are starting to get to me. Note to self: marathon drive cross country now. Before it’s too late.

Today. I woke up. Read. Ran my first 5K since getting hit by the car at the end of May. 27:52. Can you say: slow as fuck? Well. I have totally let myself go since the accident. I have gained some weight. I have sat on my ass. I am thirty-one years old and thirty-one pounds over weight. I don’t how long I am going to be able to bang myself into relative shape without dieing. A few more years. I guess. I am going to run now and enjoy it. While I still can. The knee that got hit by the car’s grill is wailing right now. Also. I threw out all of my old running clothes when we moved. Including the shorts that I got hit in. Big mistake. I need those shorts. If you see a fat guy running down Lake Avenue in camouflage shorts, a Cavaliers t-shirt, New Balance sneakers and Buddy Holly glasses – that’s me. My new policy is also to say hello to every person I pass while running. That is more than a couple on Sunday morning. Alright. I got to go. I have to do some ironing before I run around all day. I have to get a lot done today because I have to work like crazy this week. And the next week. Talk to you tomorrow in the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show.

posted by Thea at 11:52 AM