Sunday 2004.02.08 5:35 PM CST.
It's too cold. Plus, other stuff.
that for a descriptive title? Actually, it pretty much sums up
the way I feel right now.
cold! It's too friggin' cold!
I don't know what the exact temperature is outside; I don't care
to check. It's been colder this year, I know, but this
weekend has been colder than most because my heater is out of whack.
It blows out air that is lukewarm at best, so if I'm up close to it,
it feels like an air conditioner. I need to have the complex send
someone in to fix it, but I need to clean my place a bit further first
so that they don't evict me on sight. Ha! Okay, so my apartment
might not need cleaning that bad, but I am going to do a bit
more "tidying up" tonight and hopefully call them tomorrow
about it. For the time being, with all the lights and the
pseudo-heating going on, I'm keeping my place around 60 degrees, which
is not very comfortable, but at least I'm not dying. During times
like these, I feel absolutely terrible about the homeless - not that
there are any times that I don't feel badly about them to some degree.
funeral was okay.
We buried Grandpa on Monday in Missouri.
Well, "buried" isn't a proper term, since we just had
a "graveside ceremony" in a (somewhat) heated tent, then after
we left his coffin was put up into the wall a mausoleum. They
had not pre-arranged paul bearers for the event, so I got to help carry
the coffin from the hearse to the platform in the tent. Then,
the minister showed up about 5 minutes (or so) late.
had a few unusual stipulations for his funeral, which I'd like to share:
2. No flowers. (A couple of bouquets were
delivered from people who didn't know this, though.)
3. Closed casket, but inside he wore jogging pants and
4. The minister greeted Grandma, whom he'd never met, then
performed three short prayers - one of which mentioned my Grandpa by
name once - then walked off. No "Goodbye," no
"Sayanora," no "Thanks for comin'." He
just stepped away and chatted with a few of the others there while we
all presumed (correctly) that the ceremony was over.
entire ceremony, once the minister arrived, took - I kid you not - five
minutes, tops. I really don't think that Grandpa would
have wanted it any other way.
have got to get off my butt and do more DJing.
I got even more really awesome remixes lately; I've been
buying too many of them, yet through many blessings I have managed to
almost climb on top of my looming debt monster so that I can ride it
properly. I have really smashing new mix featuring samples from
Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear the Reaper" as well as a really
twisted new version of (gasp!) Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby."
(Trust me, if you heard the remix, you'd understand what's so cool about
it. And, no, it's not the metal-type/Korn-esque remake that Vanilla
Ice himself did a few years back.)
been listening to the double-CD limited import edition of Moby's "Everything
Is Wrong," which features various remixes of tracks from that album
mixed together on two turntables by Moby himself, under the name "Evil
Ninja Moby." About eight years ago, my greatly-missed friend
Kevin and I visited the greatly-missed Mohawk Music and Kev purchased
the double-CD set for about $25 or so. Then, for a long time,
I couldn't find it. I recently tracked it down on eBay for about
$6 plus shipping (approximately $12 or so, total, from England).
Really amazing, especially if you're a Moby fan.
my illustrious day job has a few really appealing niceties to it, and
one of those niceties will be occurring this coming Friday: The
profit share paycheck. Every year (with the exception
of years that terrorist actions can give the company an excuse to go
back on its word), the company for which I work hands out a percentage
of the profits to the workers. This year, my chunk will not be
a fortune, but it will be - hopefully - sizeable enough that I can use
it to obtain something really nice. Of course, I'm going to do
"sensible" things with some of this money, like make a larger-than-normal
credit card payment and give some of it to my parents, who have helped
me out more times than I'd care to admit... but, let's face it, there's
a wedge of that money that I'm going to blow on something that I absolutely
do not need.
I'm juggling this around in my head. I'm considering an effects
processor that would reportedly make my DJ system sound even more incredible
than it already does, and that would be sweet, but also very costly.
Or, I'm considering using the dough to do a severe beefing-up of my
sample library for future musical productions, i.e. the forthcoming
album. Or, another light effect for the show. Or, about
a truckload more rare remixes. Or... well, there are a lot of
different options. We'll have to see what happens.
thing is, I need to DJ more. Once I get this apartment cleaned
up, I'm going to rearrange things so that I can practice mixing a lot
more often and easier (basically, set up a mixing station in my apartment).
That will be pretty cool. I have three major events that I am
set to DJ at this year. One is the June 12th party (sorry, I still
can't give more details... yet), one is a potential science-fiction
convention (don't let the stereotypes fool you - sci-fi geeks can party
with the best of 'em), and one will be the second annual Blue November
that I didn't even mention the "15-year anniversary party"
there. To my knowledge, it's still going to happen, but I don't
know when. I hate to keep pushing it back, so I'm not going to
offer another "tentative" date at this time. Okay, maybe
October. Crap, I just did it again, didn't I?
trivial tidbits of information for the dedicated Badger fan/stalker...
Say what you will about Britney Spears, like "she's
an attention whore," but I have to say that I really dig her new
song, "Toxic." A lot. I've already ordered
the first import CD-single release, with remixes, and that should be
in this week.
yourself a favour and never, ever order from a place called
those of you who watch TV in our area: Have you seen
the new Quizno's Subs advertisements, with the two fuzzy things with
the superimposed human eyes and mouths floating around, one screaming
almost-unintelligible lyrics ("They have a pepper BAR!!!")
while the other plays a guitar (or banjo)? I love those advertisements.
They are, effectively, some of the most disturbing things I have
ever seen presented as a marketing tool. I don't see
how any advertising executive could have said, "THIS is the idea
that will give us success," but I'm thrilled that someone went
with it. The little floating guys might annoy some people,
and I'm thinking that they will probably scare small children.
They make no sense in a restaurant-type advertisement, and they
do nothing whatsoever to make the sandwiches (which, incidentally, are
wonderful) appear more palatable. However, I think the
creepy little screaming critters rock. Thanks to Quizno's
for having the guts to use such a weird little ad. Support
Quizno's and go buy one of their cheese melts (or any other sandwich,
even if it has - ack - meat on it) today.
I mentioned how thrilled I am to have Art Bell back on the air as the
weekend host of Coast
To Coast AM? Yeah, yeah, I know he's been back (again)
for months upon months, but it's great to hear him on the air again.
will officially be returning to the Gypsy within the next three weeks.
Not sure if either the Gypsy or I are ready for it yet.
gotta get to work on cleaning this place... Thanks for