Archive for August, 2009

stream of self consciousness

August 27, 2009

Friday night I was going to take the plunge, risk contracting swine flu and go to “Party Foul”(a packed sweaty place) but instead stuck with the tried and true and hung out with Jeff and Clint at Casey Moore’s. Casey Moore’s still is so much fun…or can be anyway.

Saturday, I went to a party at Michael Jackson’s house(Phoenix Michael Jackson aka “Mikey” Jackson.) Was a great jam. I hadn’t been to a party like that in a long time. A strange feeling how those parties take place in downtown Phoenix now and epic Tempe house parties of seem to be a thing of the past. So my old friend from 2001, Dicky Bahto is in town, and he came to the party. It’s interesting how with certain friends when you don’t see them for a long time you can just still hang out like nothing;s changed. It’s like you just pick up right where you left off as if you never stopped hanging out. I ran into a lot of old acquaintances at the party. Mike Hissong was even there! One of Jaymz’ ex girlfriends was there and she yelled out my name. I used to dance with her sometimes at Glam. She was in town from Los Angeles where she lives now, and she remembered how I used to say she reminded me of a “Mexican Jackie-O” because she was Mexican but had that early 60′s fashion look. I really did meet a lot of nexgen girls at the party. Though I always can spot the girls who are looking to make their way into the scene, the ones I look for are the ones looking to make their way out! The “catches” are the girls who just got roped into going with their friends but really they just wish that they were at the zoo and that every party was their last party.
I finally met the girl from Alabama that is always at Casey Moore’s. I talked to her a little bit, and she said jokingly that she wanted to be a daytime soap star, but the way she said it was like you could tell she said it hundreds of times. She had an awesome southern accent, but she said she was so glad to be out of Birmingham and she said she threw up.. but I told her “it doesn’t show.” I regret that I didn’t get a chance to tell her what a great place I think Alabama is and that I wished she would never change.

Sunday the pool party at Wyndham was a bust. Like nobody showed up. It was totally different story than the one 2 weeks ago. I don’t get it. Dicky and I went to Sidebar, and then My Florist Cafe. And I remember back in the day when people used to talk about that place I used to think they were talking about “a flower shop or whatever” because well…it has “florist” in the name. Rudd went with us to, because he though he had an enlarged uvula and needed some soup.

Also, I forgot to write that on Friday night I had a weird dream that “there was an earthquake in Iran while they were filming “The Dark Crystal” and that they left the footage in the movie”(which incidentally was not filmed in Iran.) I wondered why I would have a dream about a movie I haven’t seen in almost 20(!) years. Then I remembered that I was watching my roommate play the game “Infamous” for PS3, and there are these enemies that I said looked like the creatures from Dark Crystal but really they are just post apocalyptic humans wearing trash for armor. Go fig.

As I’m typing this I can hear cats scampering around on the roof…or are they rats?

Excuse me, I need to put a baby in you

August 21, 2009

So I’ve been going out a lot lately, and after being in a relationship so long my game is a little rusty(though it was never stellar except in pre-set, coldly calculated, tightly controlled conditions.) My style has pretty much always been to just shut the hell up and lurk in the background until a girl notices me or I see an opportunistic moment.
I’ve never been a pickup kind of guy, rather I’ve always tried to play against type. Not that it really matters. Most girls that you meet while out are wayyy too stupid to appreciate ironic charm or have even basic conversations with. I find it hard to make pointless small talk even though I know it has to be done. My preferred opening lines are “Let’s start a family together,” “you’re so gorgeous I’d have unprotected sex with you,” “you’re way too rapeable(sp?) to be out in public like this,” and “Excuse me, I need to put a baby in you…” However, these tend to not be very effective. Pretending that you already know them has always been the most successful way to meet girls for me. This works because attractive girls meet so many guys while they are out that they just don’t remember most of them. So you find out the girl’s name from someone and start talking to her like you know her and you’ll be fine. Chances are she won’t call you out on it. And then once she decides she likes you she won’t even believe you when admit to her the whole thing was a setup. Oh well, I’m just living the life of a swinging bachelor here in 21st century Phoenix.

I go my way alone
Free and easy like a rolling stone
I am strictly on my own
Not the marrying kind.

I’m happy being free
No girl gonna put a reign on me
It’s always gotta be
I’m not the marrying kind.

I’ve been known to run a mile
When they try to lead me down the aisle
So if you want me to stay a while
Don’t start changing my style.

It’s always been my plan
To stay single any way I can
I’m just a happy man
I’m not the marrying kind.

-Dean Martin

I heard it on the John Tesh Radio Show

August 20, 2009

I’ve been listening to 1230 AM KOY which is possibly the last decent oldies station left in Phoenix. They have some newer stuff mixed in, but for the most part it’s pretty legit.

I’m only sugar on sunday I’m leavin’ on Monday

August 10, 2009

So I went to the “Adult Swim” pool party at the Wyndham. It happens every Sunday during the summer. It pretty much rocks. The whole shindig is soooo 70′s… or maybe early nineties. Either way, one was half expecting Mark Wahlberg(or Marky Mark) to show up at any moment. Jared Alan, and the rest of the Phoenix djs are all such nice guys too. Phoenix really is getting better all the time. There’s something legit to do every night of the week now, which would have been unthinkable of a few years ago.

I hung out with Mikey Jackson for most of the party and met some interesting new dudes.

I ran into a girl named Morgan there who I hadn’t seen in about 2.5 years.
She was the last girl that I had hung out with before I had a girlfriend and dropped off the map. The Earth is flat you know. Anyway, when I briefly knew her she was something of a sparkling young girl, but she’s grown into a full on raving beauty.

Also ran into Vishaka(sp?) whom I used to live with at Del Rio in 2003 when she dated Collin. I asked her if she remembered the afternoon when we watched “The Rescuers” together but she didn’t. Some people just don’t remember things. Mark Schoenecker used to say that I had the best memory in the world. I think it’s because I constantly dwell on memories so much, even insignificant ones. It keeps them fresh. When it comes to memories, it’s either “use em or lose em.”

Anyway for a dude that goes out so much, I’m definitely an introvert in an extrovert’s business. Flying solo is still the only way to go out. Plenty of quiet time available when you don’t feel like socializing, you can just sit there. Stuff will just happen.

Also, my sleeping patterns are all messed up. Going to bed at 1 AM and waking up at 4 AM? WTF

August 6, 2009

So almost every day I go to Fashion Square mall for about a half hour. I buy a diet coke from the food court, and just wander around and daydream. It’s become part of my new routine. While I have yet have an actual conversation with anyone at the mall(such a thing would ruin it for me) I do have the typical interactions with food court workers one might expect:


girl at counter:(spoken in spanglish)
Do you want your usual small diet coke?

me: Let’s live dangerously today. Make it a medium

They also give me the mall employee discount because they assume I work at the mall. At first I was flattered when the guy at Johnny Rockets told me I “looked like I worked in the movies.” I assumed that perhaps he thought I could be a handsome actor like James Coburn until I realized all he meant was that he thought I looked like someone who works at the mall movie theater(a pasty teenage slacker with a bow tie.)

I’ve always been a mall person. I really don’t know why. I find it relaxing and inspiring. I think maybe it’s because I had a totally 80′s mom(she seriously looked like a character on the show “Dynasty”) who used to take me to the mall all the time while she would shop for clothes. So it could be some subconscious narcissistic attempt to get back to a childhood point in life.

It could also be that I like to go into the Brookstone store and use the massage chairs.

titles

August 5, 2009

So I’ve been thinking of moving this blog to another domain. It’s just too hard to tell people what the url is, though on the other hand that’s sort of what I like about it. Besides, talking about blogs in public is lame.

However if this blog is ever going to sort of almost but still just miss hitting the big time, I might want to move it.

I’m thinking of moving it to …

iNarcissist.com (get it? I, Narcissist)
or
TractorBeam.org (content that PULLS you in!)

back to rabbitsfoot.net

Or perhaps I will just leave it here.

London Bridge is falling down falling down

August 3, 2009

So Saturday afternoon I drank a bottle of wine and watched “Falling Down,” one of the few good movies of the 1990′s. As he pretty much epitomizes my beliefs, I can really identify with Michael Douglas’ character. So I guess that makes an obsolete, culturally insensitive insane person. So be it. Speaking of which…Jessica Simpson apparently offended some people by using the term “Indian giver.” Give me a break. Have we really become such a politically correct society of pussies that
such common schoolyard phrases cannot be uttered. When I was a kid we used to play “smear the queer” at recess without incident(and no I don’t have a problem with gay people they’re awesome.) We’re doomed. That reminds me you should pre-order my friend John Derbyshire’s book of the same title, We Are Doomed, Reclaiming Conservative Pessimism.

Have been going out a lot, and starting to finagle my way in with the new generation. Also, I bought a new Ben Sherman track jacket from Fashion Square…so it could be the new uniform.

Build it up with stone so strong,
Stone so strong, Stone so strong.

Build it up with stone so strong,
My fair lady.

Stone so strong will last so long,
Last so long, Last so long.

Stone so strong will last so long,
My fair lady.


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