Just sitting here, dealing with my semi-regular bout with whatever it is that gives me this abdominal pain I’m suffering through right now. More annoying than anything really-I need to start watching my diet better to find the specific trigger foods I guess. Apart from that however, it has been pretty uneventful today. I waited around for people to call and say they needed my help to move, since I’ve offered to help out with more moves than I can remember, but nothing. Screw you guys then.

Right now I’m burning 9 Songs onto DVD. If you missed the controversy surrounding that particular film, allow me to fill you in. The storyline is basically about a young couple who go to concerts (wherein you hear the 9 songs), and have sex. It’s been called a porn film, which it does seem to be on the surface-nothing is left to the imagination, and I’ll leave it at that. I first heard of it actually because the director is also the guy who did 24 Hour Party People, which I absolutely loved. Well, after checking it out quickly when I first got it, and seeing what was in it, I had to find out what the hell Winterbottom was trying to prove with this film, so I googled it and got his response to the critics. Basically, he wanted a film that showed the entire aspect of a relationship, sex and all. He hoped not to make a porn film for people to get off on, but to do something that showed a major aspect of relationships that is rarely ever explored. So, whether he’s full of shit or not, I checked it out in full again, and saw that yeah, the sex scenes aren’t really anything to get hot and bothered over-just something to feel uncomfortable at if you watch it with your mother.

Rolling Stones in a few days, but I have yet to feel excited about going. Weird. I’ve been worrying more about the logistics of getting all of us there at the same time then I have been thinking of having fun, so that’s most likely killed my buzz. Once we get there and get it all settled, I’ll let loose I’m sure. It’s definitely interesting to plan a trip to a concert with your mother-I think I’ll probably spend half of my time at Sophie’s place afterwards sneaking drags of Ian’s smokes and hoping they go to bed so we can smoke some weed. Who knows, maybe she’ll party more than I will, but I doubt that.

Sorry, that’s a reference to the Brit term for cigs,not homosexual sex. Got nice and drunk and smoked way to much last night at Dale’s, as my previous post may have already made clear. Feel terrible-not so much from the drinking, but I think my month of smoking may now be at an end. Ugh. Saw Hotshotrobot at the One World-cramped and hot, and the robots were awesome as usual, but what made the night was listening to some real winners bash the band while they were playing their set-I won’t go into details, but it was the usual hipster version of sand-kicking I’ve seen before. Fuck, if you don’t like them, shut the fuck up and leave. As brutal as it was, I know their comments only helped their self-esteem in some twisted way, and did not at all speak for the rest of those assembled. Too bad I don’t feel like giving details, because half of what was said in the group struck me as fairly hypocritical-which eventually became hysterical to me-I’m laughing about it now.

None of us were really in the mood to stick it out for the rest of the show, so we left afterwards, hit the LC, and sat around watching movies and drinking-and not smoking. So, since I’ve borrowed The Aviator and Lost In Translation (can you believe I haven’t seen that movie yet?), I’ll be wrapping this up to watch them.

So, not too long ago, I was informed by Dennis that Andrew had asked him to ensure that I am present at a Hotshot show, since Sam has a friend that they believe would be perfect for me. I’m interested, so I go-and nothing happens at all that night. Fastforward to Dale’s, and I’m buzzed so I bring it up Buck, and try to find out what happened. As he explained it, this very attractive (he later emphasized this point) friend of their’s had decided at the last minute not to go through with this, blind date if you will, although I didn’t think of it in that way at any point that night. It now turns out that Buck still believe’s we would have hit it off, but she now lives in New York going to film school (now I really want to meet this girl). That’s a hell of a story if it’s true huh? I’m sure she lives down the street, but thanks for letting me down easy.

Tonight’s been weird-seems like everyone is out drunk on the street, either on their porches, or just wandering around. They’re all making a racket, and I catch lame, seems-funny-to-me-and-you-because-we’re-drunk jokes. Not helping that I’m in a weird mood to begin with-something along the lines of the title of this particular blog, which seems like an awesome idea now-believe it or not, but that was the first idea I had for a title-apt. Anyway, movies, so get the hell outta here already.

Time to post again, and I’m loaded-yeah! We threw Marty a surprise party tonight after his show with Spincycle for his birthday. I’m now still loaded at 3:33a.m. waiting for Dan to get ready for a trek to Sobey’s to go get some food. Food would be deadly right now. So what happened today? Umm….went to Duffy’s to get my last paycheck-it wasn’t as uncomfortable as I originally thought it might be, although my boss, er…ex-boss tried to talk me into working again. Flattering that those guys loved me so much, but that job was brutal. So yeah, afterwards, went to see Dog Day & Spincycle at the One World Cafe-good show all around, but I had to make a strategic exit in order to make it to Dale’s so we could throw shit at Marty and yell “surprise” as he entered, but I pulled it off with time to spare. So, still drunk, almost time to get Dan ready to go, still drunk (I’m repeating myself). Looking forward to going back to the One World tomorrow to see Hotshotrobot (Jenn was drunk tonight too-funny as hell) and hopefully going to bed at some point, since I’m now in the process of getting a headache. Food should help with that though. Peace out.

First, let’s review last week’s episode to catch you all up to speed, courtesy of my Hi5 account-

“It’s Friday, August something or other at 4:44a.m., and I figured what the hell, put something in-maybe I’ll get tired and finally fall asleep. Now the two or three people who actually use Hi5 more than once will have something to read. So, anyone read any good books lately? I’ve started at least three, but never finish any-too scatterbrained from work/various commitments/access to porn and jigsaw puzzles via the worldwideweb. I should just start a blog, why not huh? God damn good idea if I do say so myself-I’ll just link it to controversial websites to raise it’s profile, and Bam!-a delightful tuna casserole…er….website, sorry, couldn’t help indulging in a pop culture reference, which in a few years time will seem more cryptic than anything else…weeee….blog it buddy.”

Still here? Good. So that’s the whole reason-a splitsecond decision to record something for the alien archeologists of the future. So how does this shit usually work? I tell them about my day? Anything you say disembodied voice inside my head. Well, the day was pretty standard-laundry party to start ‘er off, I won washing machine and dryer races with Dennis, so of course I’m amped off that-crazier than skydiving. Verge and Sophie were in town, so we went to the mall (which still sucks), and then Walmart (don’t let me get started-without a drink in hand anyway). I had much more fun driving around Halifax with aimless, reckless abandon than going to any crapass mall-not the reckless abandon of past years mind you, but we all need to grow the hell up sometime. Forget sitting in a coffee shop talking-I’m much more at home sitting in the car, driving with no particular direction, shooting the shit about anything under the sun…..hell, almost time for Vince to get up for work, that usually means I’m up too late, so I guess there’s not much more to do than to put on something to fall asleep to and regret having ever gotten myself into this venture. Adios.