I was going to be a sheik for halloween, cause I had that beard, and it would have been so great! But then i shaved it off so it would have been like a poor man’s Lawrence of Arabia, a Brandon of Phoenicia . Anyway I hate halloween. I guess I hate it because for me everyday is halloween(in so many ways). And it annoys me how people dress so dumb and normal all the time, and then for one day they do something interesting just for the novelty of it. It’s like they don’t realize they should just dress that way all the time. That you can be or do anything you want. This random black dude came up to me and told me he was dressed as “a white guy in a black suit”.
Archive for October, 2005
My mom called me today to let me know that she left Florida, because they were evacuating everyone because of some hurricane, and she thought it was so funny that I had no idea about it because I never watch tv or anything anymore. Mine isn’t even hooked up. She’s like “and here I am am calling so you wouldn’t worry about me, what was I thinking!” I told her about how when the twin towers fell I didn’t even know about it, because I had ironically been watching reruns of “America’s Funniest Home Videos” on the WB all day on sept 11, 2001 and they didn’t even interrupt the broadcast or anything. So I didn’t find out until later that night.
I don’t know why they decided to name the hurricane after a flintstones character. You can tell already that they’re going to find some way to interject that and make for some dumb clever headlines(Wilmaaa! etc). The other one was ‘Katrina’ which really does just sound like the name of a “huge bitch”.
So I did end up going to the show at the Rhythm Room on Wednesday. I promised Abe I would go since he had me on the list, and I’m not one to break a promise. Besides, I wanted to see “Asleep in the Sea” again since they’re great guys and still the best local band in my opinion.
Oh and I forgot to tell the story of this other girl I met like a month ago on myspace. Then she started calling me, and on a saturday she called me and was like “tonight’s homecoming night and my date ditched me”. I was like “uhhh, what do you mean?” and she said “you know, homecoming? senior year of high school”. But she said she’s 18 so it’s still okay. I told Daggrr about it and he said “Brandon if you actually ever go to a homecoming dance with some girl, I will buy you anything you want seriously just name it!”, and then I was all “but now homecoming’s over so I have to wait until next year” and he said “that offer STANDS!”. So I told him the Sadie Hawkins dance was coming up and he’s all “That doesn’t count. Even I went to the Sadie Hawkins dance”. So it was good times, great oldies
Jason and I were talking the other night about how it was funny how he wears this “SF” hat and I wear an “LA” Dodgers hat, and really we just like the cities, but jock people always come up and try to talk to us about baseball which we care nothing about. It happens everywhere and people are like “Fuck the Giants” or whatever. One college clone guy followed me three blocks saying stuff and I was doing my usual thing when I get an “unsolicited talker” on the street where I just ignore them and don’t respond, and finally he shouts “Look man I just want to have a conversation about baseball!!”, and I mean, he assumed I thought he was going to ask for money or talk shit to me or something and that’s why he persisted, but he obviously didn’t factor it in that I didn’t want to talk to him for any reason about ANYTHING.
Then sometimes a cute girl will ask me if I like the Dodgers, or tell me she loves them, and it’s a real bummer cause then I have to decide whether or not to just go along with it and pretend I’m into baseball because she’s attractive, or just be honest. But I feel bad because I know we have nothing in common and she doesn’t know it yet…so it gives her a sort of innocence which then I will feel guilty for shattering it. And I usually end up just telling the truth so that means I don’t like them enough because otherwise I really would “take one for the team” and do whatever’s necessary.
Went to the Rogue with Jeff on Saturday. It was a blast, but not really…
I always have so much stuff crammed into my pockets, (cellphone, cash, emergen-c packets, gum, coins, random papers) that sometimes I think about when some girl is dancing close and I’m “inadvertently” rubbing up against her then maybe she thinks I have some huge erection cause I have all that stuff in my pockets. I mean, that’s the sort of thing that a passive aggressive girl might just stop talking to you over. And you’ll always wonder if it was because of that…and you’ll go over it again and again in your mind over the years. So you really have to wonder about getting involved with a random passive agressive person.
I kind of want to go to the show at the Rhythm Room tonight, and I kind of don’t. I’m wary of multiple people who I could run into. Jeff and I were talking about how when ever I enter into downtown Phoenix, it’s like going to “Falluja”. Tempe is the “green zone”.
“Well, it’s a long way yet. Past the Great Rock that Looks Like a Long Neck, and pass the Mountains that Burn… still a long way, but we’ll get there.” -The Land Before Time
It’s raining buckets outside…
Flashback to new years eve 2004..
I laid around depressed and miserable the whole week and played “illusion of gaia” for Super Nintendo. I watched an awful made for tv movie about the show “Dynasty”.
The rain continued for days, and I kept lying around hoping for the best, playing illusion of Gaia, one of the all time greatest and most interesting of games.
“People have stars, but they aren’t the same. For travelers, the stars are guides. For other people, they’re nothing but tiny lights. And for still others, for scholars, they’re problems. For my businessman, they were gold. But all those stars are silent stars. You, though, you’ll have stars like nobody else.”
“What do you mean?” The Little Prince
“When you look up at the sky at night, since I’ll be living on one of them, since I’ll be laughing on one of them, for you, it’ll be as if all the stars are laughing. You’ll have stars that can laugh!”
And he laughed again.
“And when you’re consoled (everyone is eventually consoled), you’ll be glad you’ve known me. You’ll always be my friend. You’ll feel like laughing with me. And you’ll open your windows sometimes just for the fun of it… And your friends will be amazed to see you laughing while you’re looking up at the sky. Then you’ll tell them. Yes, it’s the stars. They always make me laugh!”
I must go to the Circle K on Ash at least 20 times a day. Half the time I don’t even pay if the line’s too long.
Thursday, Abe called me and invited me to his birthday celebration at the bikini lounge, but he should know better that I wouldn’t set foot in that place in a million years. I mean why would I put myself through that sort of trauma. I’m just not that much of a masochist really, and you have to respect people’s boundaries. If anyone knows what I’m talking about.
Everyone must have went to Hot Pink on Friday, cause I didn’t go and I then didn’t see too many people around. though the people I did see I had some great conversations with. Casey Moore’s seems so boring now because you can’t dance, and you have to just talk. I like it when you can just dance with people and not have to talk to them. I wanted to do something different, so for like an hour I went down mill ave to a bunch of the lame clubs that ordinary people go to, and it was really depressing. I didn’t see one interesting person. People always talk about how they hate “hipsters” or whatever, and I always refer to certain people as being “so hip they suck”, but then I go to some places like that where everything is just so lame that it makes the other stuff I get annoyed with look not so bad. I mean the people are dressed so badly, and the music is just really bad R&B pop music. I mean there’s not even fun bad pop music like “Ace of Base” or anything. And it really creeps me out there’s no creativity and everyone just looks the same, like a colony of bees, asians working in an auto factory, or that place “Camazotz” in the book “A Wrinkle in Time”.
I’ve kind of been scouting around for a place to get a night where I can DJ, like on thursday or friday nights, since panic is dead and hot pink is so lame now they mostly just play sleazy electro music, and there’s hardly any beauties that still hang out there. Lawrence is helping me out with it. But then I’m always kind of nervous, like what if I had a night and nobody showed up, but I always feel that way about everything and just do it anyway. Like when I would throw parties at Del Rio, I always would overpromote because once you throw a bad party nobody comes to anymore of them because then they’re just like “oh the last one wasn’t fun, those parties suck now”. But then if my night was really a success really though i would just be stuck playing records the whole time, so I should just get random people to DJ and play what I tell them to, and just still use my name for everything on flyers etc so that it’s still “my” night. Then the tragic irony is that girls I like would show up and dance and meet random guys and fall in love, at my night and it then would be all my fault, and I’d sit around daydreaming about how to go back and change history. Let no one ever say that I don’t think things through.
So there’s this new movie out “thumbsucker” that’s playing, and I was paging through a copy of “Interview” and recognized the director’s face instantly. “Mike Mills”. He was the guy who directed the GAP commercials I was in back in the year 2000. So it’s really funny cause that means I actually worked with a famous director before. But it’s sad in a way because I remember so many of the kids who were in those went on to be big, and here I am and it’s like well… when am I going to get mine? The director was a nice guy though. In them we had to sing this song “You can make it if you try”(i still sing it sometimes randomly), and then they would drop thousands of balloons from the ceiling at the end. And the crew would have to pick up all the balloons and put them back up there after every single take! And we did it for like 8 hours and a bagillion takes! And then there was a second commercial where I had to dance in front of all these black ladies cause they were the ones to decide where to place people, and I was sooo nervous. So then for a whole day we had to dance to the the song “Move on Up” by Curtis Mayfield. And for some reason when I think of that song it reminds me of Ryan Philippe singing in the car in “54″, and that’s really bad, but shit like that just gets engrained in your mind and what can you do?. It was so hot and everyone was really sweaty by the end. These commercials were filmed during the SAG commercial actor strike of 2000, and they never aired. I still have my universal studios parking pass. Hollywood eats its young, but hey good for him.
Saturday. Slept until 3:00. Did some major grooming and went and ate at Plaid with Clint. got dropped off at Casey Moore’s where I ran into daggrr. We talked business for a while, and then i went with him to a party at some girls apartment. It was really lame, but there was a cat so I just played with it the whole time, then Lawrence and Stephanie gave me a ride to the Rogue, and I tried to convince them to go, but Lawrence said it “wasn’t his scene”, and i told him “it’s not mine either but who cares.”
Then afterwards we were hanging out outside and Cody started messing around jokingly yelling stuff at random people, and one dumb guy got upset, so there was a huge fight and Cody got messed up pretty bad. Carrah had to take him to the hospital. I told Cody “It’s all right, you were way too good looking before anyway.” We all felt bad for him, but he’s got personality and charisma so he’ll be back in business in no time. The other guy got kicked in the face and punched a few times and then he ran off. It all confirmed to me that I really don’t belong in Phoenix, or Texas or the southwest or the north or the south or the east or the midwest or those places cause it’s mostly all just a bunch of ignorant hicks, and it’ll never be a civilization, and that monarchy or oligarchy is the way to go because then you separate the idiots from the rest of society and everyone else can just chill. Then you run into the problem of who decides who are the idiots and who aren’t. That’s why you just make me emperor and I just point them out.I think I would have made a good emperor or dictator. Anyhow the weather sure is nice.
I went to this show at Modified yesterday. It was pretty bad. It was just these like psychedelic jam bands, and the songs went on like FOREVER. It was just so boring without singing or anything. Now I know what R Crumb meant when he said he hated the psychedelic music in the 60′s and he’d always just fall asleep at the concerts. When I got there, there was nobody playing yet so I thought about going on stage and singing some songs and playing a surprise show. And if there had been a microphone I probably would have. Instead I just kind of danced around while standing there, and there was some girl and I noticed she did the exact same “standing around dance moves” as me and I was going to say something to her, but I thought it might be too presumptuous.
It was really hot like a sauna inside, too. Then again Modified is kind of built like a sauna so it makes sense.
Rachel Tubbs and Eli were playing golf in the parking lot with a Dasani water bottle. I don’t know where they got the golf club, it looked like a putter, but they were using it like a driver. It looked like a lot of fun.