Time sure does fly
And I’m not about to make some big boring post today. Just wanted to say that turning 33 came and went. Parents are getting settled in nicely. After a long and hard working month of October I will definitely want to take it easy this month. Still, work is so busy. So much to do, so little time. I do plan on taking a week of in November to blow of some steam which will be nice.
Other than that, I’ve decided that I am going to start New Years Resolutions early this year. Figure I will add them in here as they come to mind. Today’s big thought is photography. I need to start shooting at least once every 2 weeks. Doesn’t matter what, where or who; All that it matter is that I go somewhere for a few hours and shoot. That will help me develop more of a workflow at home for all the damn pictures I have scattered everywhere. And also, I mean really shoot. Little point-and-shoot doesn’t count (though I’m hoping for a bunch of those for Halloween). So yes, will try and get a head start and start this weekend.
Which reminds me, this weekend is … Freak Night! … PvD, Moby, Crystal Meth… I mean come on! That’s a hell of a venue. Though it is at the Wamu theater again, and if it’s like anything like the previous USC venue we went to, I will NEVER go to one again. I mean seriously here’s a quick rundown of what was bad:
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All ages show
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It took over an hour for Lindsey to get a drink
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Tickets are over 50 bucks for GA… over 100 for VIP
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The lighting was HORRIBLE… its a rave people. Make it look like one
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Pricing… You know people are going to be thirsty… charging 4 bucks for a bottle of water and not giving them the cap so they can refill at the fountain is dumb
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There was a line to go outside to smoke. SERIOUSLY!
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After party was a joke. Yeah this one isn’t their fault, but still… Gotta lay blame somewhere when they charge you 20 bucks to go to an after party that lasts 3 hours.
Ok, That about covers this post. Either way, we’re already committed to going so I hope it’s fun. In the mean time… bleah… peace.
10/1/2008 12:25am
So here we are at October. I am sitting in a dark, chilled bar.. cold October air sneaking into the open doorway. The walls are covered in posters of bands with awkward names like The G!ts, The Fire Theft, Hater Truly. Or they might not be band names… Who really knows. This is Liberty. But, the question shouldn’t be where I am, but why in the world am I sitting here by myself blogging? To answer that question… most of my friends live on the eastside, so when they party over there, I’m stuck over here. Though, I can thank my friends for hooking me up with this place. Its 4 blocks from where I live, it has Wi-Fi, and they serve alcohol. I mean those are all the requirements of a place that I can sit at and ramble about nothing for long periods of time. So let the rambling commence.
First, it’s October. I am going to be 33 years old in exactly 17 days (or is it 16? I never figured out whether to count the days inclusively or not). 33. That’s a big fucking number. I had a plan for 33 at one point in my life. You know, I’ve had a plan for a lot of different numbers in my life. Man, if everyone knew the plans for each of those numbers… Anyhow, I’m digressing… Actually I’m not. Actually I need a refill of my tasty Mojito (we can all thank Robert on getting me hooked on this crappy drink)… Then I shall continue… Ok, back with my tasty beverage (well the bartender is making it so close enough). 33. I had plans for other numbers… 16 was one. 18 was another. 23… that was a biggy. But none bigger than 26. Those who know me know what 26 was all about and glad I didn’t keep that plan heh… then there was 31. And now there is 33. Honestly, it’s not big deal; Like I said, I’ve always had a plan for some random number of years I’ve been alive. Now to the point; Each of these numbers, each of these plans. They were meaningless, well maybe not meaningless, but you had your entire lifetime in front of you to figure out what you wanted to change; what you wanted to move towards; Now? I’ve been working at the same company for 11 years. Doing the same type of work and moving up when things worked out. Still enjoying the type of work I do, just less tolerant of the crap that sometimes comes with it. I own more property than I care to keep track of. Have more responsibility then I care to respond to. And frankly, there isn’t much changing left to do… I’ve spent the last 32 years laying down groundwork, to basically end up exactly where I am now; Almost exactly as I planned. Working hard, partying harder. Don’t get me wrong; This isn’t some self wallowing whining bullshit about my life. I think my life is awesome for the most part. But its a realization; a self realization that things are what they are; and for better or worse, there really isn’t change coming… the real question is, is that a good or bad thing?
Ok, enough about that. Second thing. Seriously guys are fucking jackasses lol. Some background. I love going clubbing/dancing. Only at certain places though… There are clubs that I go to that people go to and they just dance. I love those places… I’m all about the music and all about dancing. But then, you go to someplace like LSC or Trinity, and they are fucking meat markets and you realize how pathetically desperate some guys are. Which brings me to now. It is now 12:48am and I’m listening to this guy talk to this girl and he seems so interested in what shes saying when no one in god names can be this excited over some show they have never seen (and isn’t really that good to start with… Dexter is the show in question ;) … Body language is fun to watch though… It’s funny, when you watch a girl flirt with a guy.. like laughing at stupid jokes, playing with her hair etc… its endearing. But when you have a guy hanging on every word and every gesture she is making, its pathetic. Is that hypocritical? Oh my god, the fucking guy just gasped… seriously. Anyhow, does that make it hypocritical? I dunno…. I guess its not cause girls flirt cause they choose to… (random statement, the guy just goes “what a great show!” just from hearing a synopsis… seriously?!?) … anyhow, back to my thought, its not pathetic when a girl does it. She chooses to do it… she has options, and chooses that this is the person that they want to flirt with. While with guys… seriously, they do it constantly trying to win the statistics game… sad sad state of affairs.
Yeah, so that’s about it. Its getting to be that time… one more shot, and its off to home and bed. Let’s end with a list of things I want for my bday so people that are reading can feel free to send me shit.
Richies bday wants!
- Canon 5d mark ii
- Canon 24-70 L lens
- 14 1tb HDs (need to replace my stupid raid array)
- 58” Panasonic Plasma (no I don’t need a TV but what the hell)
- 6 series BMW (lol)
- Cheerleader (grin this is only here for lindsey to shake at her at me for)
- and lastly, if I really had a bday wish… super powers… I haven’t decided which power, but I guess Peters since it means I can have any power! :)
R