June 17, 2004

If my life was a Slayer song, it would be “Show No Mercy”. I don’t deal much grace out in life and don’t really expect any in return. There are times, few and far between, when I would like to be given a break. I almost never get the break because I am living “Show No Mercy”. I say: “Man, I am disappointed because nobody will cut me any slack.” But soon, the situation where I need slack is over and I am right back to being an asshole. Dishing it out and saying: “Those are the rules.”

The subject of karmic balance came up today at work. I commented that there was no way that my karmic scale could ever be balanced. Ever? No. Not ever. This is why people turn to God. Instant karmic balance via grace.

On the ride home from buying Father’s Day gifts just now (the lightening making the drivers go real slow), I told Laurie that I wish something so tragic would happen to me that I would be able to justify all my bad behavior. “You know why he acts like that, he was abducted by terrorists and they fucked up his head. That’s why he is the way he is.” She thought that I wanted something bad to happen to me to make up for all of the bad things that I had done so far in life. No. I want something bad to happen to me so I have a free ride on all future bad acts.

Rock and roll on Saturday, May 19th, 2004.

The Dreadful Yawns @ Open Air in Market Square – 2:30 p.m.
Black Cabbage @ Cassette Fest Fest - Pat’s in the Flats – 7:00 p.m.
The New Salem Witch Hunters @ the Beachland Ballroom – 9:00 p.m

posted by Thea at 8:31 PM

June 16, 2004

I have to say that I am pretty happy about the Pistons beating the Lakers. It’s one thing to lose (and I still would be happy if the series would have went seven games and was close). It’s another thing altogether for the Lakers to have been so dominated. They were beat down. I watched some of the game last night. I have not been able to watch a whole basketball game since coming back from the California vacation. The Lakers could not hit anything. The Pistons were all over them. To see the Lakers beaten - that was sweet. I have never been a fan of Shaquille O’neal even though I recognize his greatness. I was disappointed that Malone and Payton joined the Lakers figuring it would be more of a championship to beat the Lakers than join them. And the rest of the rest of the Lakers no names can bite me. Until this year, I liked Kobe Bryant but, man, that attitude. Whatever. The Lakers seem like a real smug group of babies and now they are losers. And they lost to a team that has a six foot nine center who went to Cuyahoga Community College. Nice.

I just had four days with four band practices in a row with three different bands. Today, I am glad that I don’t have band practice. I am even kind of glad that I can work overtime if I want to. I probably will work overtime. I have a lot to do.

It is two months until I start law school. Where is the time going?

I am going to eat a banana before I go to work.

posted by Thea at 6:36 AM

June 13, 2004

BLOG. Weekend Edition.

Friday. Work mostly sucked. Mostly because I did not want to be there. I went to lunch with Chuck. We went to a diner and I got a hamburger so hot that I burned my mouth. I can still feel the burn now. Laurie and I went out to dinner and I made her cry at dinner (again – I have to stop doing this) because I was stressed out and the phone would not stop ringing and I am having a hard time scheduling three bands and working like a maniac. Dinner was good and the night ended well. That is to say it was a happy ending.

Saturday. Rocked out. Went to my cousin Jon’s wedding out in Lorain County. On the way out there, we had to stop at the Avon Commons to buy me a tie because all of my ties were inherited from Joe and Al after they left Saint Ignatius in 1991. I have many old ties from Joe’s dad’s collection and they are getting worn out. The point. Avon Commons blows. Sorry, suckers. I had a good time at the wedding and was surprised by that fact considering they played both “Cheeseburger in Paradise” and “Margaritaville” while I was trying to eat. What’s up with that? The night would have ended happily if the neighbors downstairs wouldn’t have been banging on the ceiling. We have to move. Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to help me this time. It’s on me.

Sunday. I have been kicking it all day minus rocking out and going for a long walk. I have been listening to both of Neutral Milk Hotel’s records [“On Avery Island” (1996) and “In the Aeoplane Over the Sea” (1998)] repeatedly. Both of these records are excellent. The second one, at times, gives me the chills. What happened to these dudes? Does anybody know? Maybe I will find out tomorrow on the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show Starring God Monkey Auntie Baby Fea (yea!)

Go Pistons.

posted by Thea at 5:54 PM