Territorial Pissing.

My Belated Goodbye.

2009-05-17T12:02:00.010-04:00

I'm sorry if anyone still swings by here hoping to catch my witty antics on the screen. I had moved my blog over to my website quite some time ago. Visit me there if you wanna learn something.

www.iamduckydale.com

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c('')('') - Love, Ana Petree Garcia

For Better and Worse, This Is Us.

2009-02-22T18:05:00.009-05:00

So this is a marriage questionnaire that's been floating around the interweb but me and Terrence are as married as either of us will ever be. So I decided to fill this in out of boredom. It's been a while since I've answered questions.

What are your middle names?
Terrence's middle name is Michael. My middle name is Petree.

How long have you been together?
We've been together since 2004, that's slightly over 4 years now.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
We met online when Terrence contacted me via Myspace after stalking me through a mutual friend. We emailed and chatted on AIM for about a month or two before we met and began dating.

Who asked whom out?
I wore the pants and made him my bitch. He was too scared I'd say no.

How old are each of you?
Terrence is 26 and I'll be 25 in 6 weeks.

Whose siblings do you see the most?
We see his brother and sister the most, they still live at home about 5 minutes from us. My siblings are all scattered throughout Staten Island and Brooklyn or married.

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
I think at this point in our relationship our finances are the hardest on us. We both work too much to make ends meet and see each other too little. We're almost always tired and grouchy.

Did you go to the same school?
We both attended CSI but never at the same time. He transferred out by the time I had started and I dropped out before he had gone back to finish his degree.

Are you from the same home town?
No, I was born and raised in Williamsburg, Brooklyn and he was born and raised in West Brighton, Staten Island. But we're both cynical New Yorkers which is what matters most.

Who is smarter?
Terrence is definitely the brains of this relationship. I still have to flip through the dictionary sometimes to understand what he's talking about.

Who is the most sensitive?
I am certainly the most sensitive, I cry at diaper commercials. Terrence is Irish so he's only sensitive when he's drunk.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?
We're more often the eat in type but I'm pretty sure we can be found eating publicly most at Bayou. It's the best food Staten Island has to offer, I strongly recommend it.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Chicago. We're more the camping couple than the flying couple.

Who has the craziest exes?
Terrence wins this one. One of his exes threatened to run us over with her car...

Who has the worst temper?
Terrence has a very short fuse, but I've learned throughout the years how to avoid sparking it... and also how to enrage it.

Who does the cooking?
I know how to boil pasta and beans. Terrence is the chef in our home, he experiments with food all the time. It's his passion, I wouldn't want to take that away from him no matter how often he whines that I never cook.

Who is the neat-freak?
Neither of us. We both have our pet peeves about cleanliness and complain about each other equally. Like his balled up socks and underwear on the floor or his beard clippings all over the bathroom.

Who is more stubborn?
We're both terribly stubborn. He might be slightly less movable than I though.

Who hogs the bed?
The cat. She takes up my side, which makes me take up his side, which makes him simply lay all over me. But I doubt that no matter how much space he had it'd stop his limbs from kicking my ass in bed.

Who wakes up earlier?
I wake up earlier but his alarm goes off before mine. I wake him up to turn it off, then he goes back to sleep and I remain awake and smacking him to a state of consciousness until I'm out the door.

Where was your first date?
This question sparks some debate. What he considered us dating I thought was just hanging out. But if he gets his way than it's either our first meeting at my friends comedy show at the Muddy Cup or when we saw A Very Long Engagement at Sunshine Cinema. I still don't think we've ever been on a date, I'm crazy though.

Who is more jealous?
I win this one. Terrence is an attractive man but his mentality is still that of an awkward greasy teen so he's oblivious to all these girls constantly throwing themselves at him. Whereas I think every girl that speaks to him blatantly goes after his junk.

How long did it take to get serious?
We began serious. We got to know each other so well before we met so by the time we'd started dating we were already in love and before we even hit 6 months we were engaged and living together. Now we're just a couple of domesticated losers.

Who eats more?
Terrence eats more, he works mostly from home and follows a strict calorie intake and work out schedule. I usually skip breakfast, eat a horrible lunch at work and only if Terrence isn't working I eat dinner. I miss food.

Who does the laundry?
When we had a washer at home I did all the laundry but now we have to use Terrence's parents to get our laundry done so that responsibility is all his. Neither of us ever puts the clothes away though. We just basically live in laundry.

Who's better with the computer?
Terrence built his first computer at 5, he now works for Switched.com and gets paid to write about computers. I at least know when to run all the necessary updates and scans.

Who drives when you are together?
I always give up the drivers seat to Terrence. He's a nag and a back seat driver, plus he has terrible road rage. The road rage might be a sign that I should drive but whenever I'm driving it leaves him free to hang out the window and start fights with the other divers on the road. It's just safer to let him take the wheel. It's a good thing he rides his bike most of the year.

Maunder 6: The Happy Introvert

2009-01-17T19:15:00.000-05:00

Clearly I've lost my mind.

Maunder 5: How To Fight Loneliness.

2009-01-11T15:50:00.004-05:00

I'm learning to tolerate the solitude. Terrence is on a business trip and I'm a lonely sad gal. I think I'm doing better with this one, last year I was super depressed when he left and this year I'm trying to see it more as a vacation for myself. A week of open door toilet time and hairy legs. Either way, I wanted to make a video for him or dedicated to him rather... and I might have ranted a bit too long in it but... here goes.

My Top 50 Singles of 2008.

2009-01-01T18:29:00.006-05:00

50. Closer - Ne-Yo

49. Lost Coastlines - Okkervil River

48. Hero (Ft. Keri Hilson) - Nas

47. Work That - Mary J. Blige

46. 4 Minutes (Ft. Justin Timberlake and Timbaland) - Madonna

45. Gobbledigook - Sìgur Rós

44. Good Time - Brazilian Girls

43. Gettin Up - Q-Tip

42. Whatever You Like - T.I.

41. Hang Them All - Tapes 'n Tapes

40. Gila - Beach House

39. Love Lockdown - Kanye West

38. Sound of Kuduro (Feat. M.I.A., Dj Znobia, Saborosa, Puto Prata) - Buraka Som Sistema

37. GFC - Albert Hammond, Jr.

36. Olympic Airways - Foals

35. Parachute - Shugo Tokumaru

34. Molten Light - Chad VanGaalen

33. Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? - She & Him

32. Run - Gnarls Barkley

31. Half Asleep - School Of Seven Bells

30. You! Me! Dancing! - Los Campesinos!

29. That's Gangsta (Ft. Sean Kingston) - Bun B

28. Little Bit of Feel Good - Jamie Lidell

27. Fascination - Alphabeat

26. Hearts On Fire - Cut Copy

25. Disturbia - Rihanna

24. I'm Good, I'm Gone - Lykke Li

23. I Know UR Girlfriend Hates Me - Annie

22. Big Ideas - LCD Soundsystem

21. Put On (Ft. Kanye West) - Young Jeezy

20. Got Money (Ft. T-Pain) - Lil' Wayne

19. Blind - Hercules and Love Affair

18. Kids - MGMT

17. White Winter Hymnal - Fleet Foxes

16. Kim & Jessie - M83

15. Courtship Dating - Crystal Castles

14. Around The Bend - The Asteroids Galaxy Tour

13. Breaking It Up - Lykke Li

12. Fools - The Dodos

11. Buriedfed - Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson

10. Water Curses - Animal Collective

09. Brooklyn (Go Hard) (Ft. Santogold) - Jay-Z

08. Highways Of Gold - Jaguar Love

07. Ce Jeu - Yelle

06. Sleepyhead - Passion Pit

05. Lollipop (Featuring Static Major) - Lil' Wayne

04. Ready For The Floor - Hot Chip

03. L.E.S. Artistes - Santogold

02. Time to Pretend - MGMT

01. Live Your Life (Ft. Rihanna) - T.I.

Maunder 4: Tim Burton Needs A New Career

2008-11-09T13:52:00.003-05:00

I can't exactly articulate my disdain for Mr. Burton in an eloquent way... I'm flustered at the moment with the turn of events in his career. He was once my favorite and all of a sudden I found myself nodding off or doing my taxes instead of paying attention to his work. I'd turn off the TV with ideas of tuning back in that would never exactly come to play out. I actually had no interest in Sweeney Todd but I figured I owed it to him to give it it's fair chance.

I did in fact finish this flick without sleep or breaks... partly because I watched it as I straightened my hair and passing out with a hot iron to your scalp never did anyone a bit of good. Meh. It wasn't nearly as terrible as I had anticipated but it was still pretty awful. But that might have just been the fault of the story more than Burton himself... meh. That's my opinion. Now when he ruins Alice In Wonderland he better have a damn good excuse.

Maunder 3: Hair Insanity

2008-09-12T14:45:00.006-04:00

Looking in the mirror and having a Ramone staring back at you has this effect on a person.

One day I'll be able to quit swearing and get regular haircuts. That's when I'll earn my pearls.

Random Thoughts of the Round Table.

2008-09-05T23:25:00.010-04:00

As I sat waiting patiently to be called in for my job interview today I thought to pass the time by jotting down my thoughts as they came. 4 of us sitting in a conference room on the 24th floor... Begin:

pretty view
"I'm not here to make friends" -ANTM
UBS, memories of Terrence flood in
staring at lucky bastards across the way in their corner offices
looking toward central park, staring straight down 6th Ave
nodding off
p.p.dance
my shoes are better...
::itches::
stupid mosquitoes
why am i so tasty?
face is all distorted now
diversity is not on my side
Jefferson's theme enters my head
wish i knew where the bathroom is
soo... hungry...
should have gotten up at 6am
stupid humidity
stupid afro hair
stupid stupid
i can't believe the security at the ferry blocked the door
assholes
maybe i'm having a shit day to make way for good outcome...
potty-potty-potty potty-potty-potty
potty-potty-potty potty-potty-potty
(sung to the tune of the underworld song in Super Mario Bros.)
and then there were 2
awkward...
i'm such a shitty conversationalist
::grumble::
i wonder-
i'm alone now
me?
round two?
the cheese stands alone...

Katy Perry Owns My Heart.

2008-08-27T13:52:00.007-04:00

So I decided that after a day of watching nearly all of Katy Perry's video blogs that I might like her. Her music is oh so gay and catchy and I still heave whenever I think that her stupid lesbo tune beat out the Beatles... yet... I may be falling for her. This is taking me back to high school when I hated Avril Lavigne so much that blasting her tunes as a joke turned into enjoying them (I'm so over her now though, whatev). Um... yeah. You know, I never really liked Avril Lavigne as a person though, she's kind of lame... hot though. So I guess it's more like my love for Ashlee Simpson after watching her reality show on MTV... she was dreamy. Her music stinks though. Except La La, shit was hot. I wonder how long my crush on Katy will last...

ADORABLE.

Terrible Tube.

2008-08-13T10:02:00.005-04:00

I torture my boyfriend Terrence on a fairly regular basis with the nonsense that fills my nights. Such as this horrible weekly teen soap opera filled with innocent whores, annoying bible thumpers, robot siblings and an overweight Molly Ringwald. I hate this show, I can complain and rant about how awful it is for quite some time... although I'm strangely drawn to it. Each week I impatiently wait for it's Tuesday night arrival. Terrence and I sit there and mock the monotone sister, the bad acting and bow our heads in sympathy for Ernie and Molly. Each week I try to figure out what addicts me to this craptastic hour of fake sobbing and bad casting.

Can someone help me?

Recently I sat through Living Lohan week after week, now that was a tortuous addiction but I would force myself to watch it, feeling like I was missing something if I didn't... sometimes taking as much as 3 weeks to sit through a 24 minute episode. At least I understood that drive. Nothing in me is forced to watch The Secret Life of the American Teenager... so I'm convinced that ABC Family is leaking out some sort of drug or subliminal messaging. Terrence only listens and peaks up occasionally at the program so that explains his lack of affliction... I'm going to soon get to the bottom of this. Until then I'll be biting my fingernails wondering if Amy will leave town to have the baby or stay and marry Ben... eeek.

New Career Objective.

2008-08-12T10:21:00.005-04:00

I never took my SAT's. Why didn't my mother smack me for that...

I have a new dream. I'm in no way an optimist so my dream of leaving this small world, camera in tow and man at my side seems like a fantasy. So in lue of any real goals, direction, drive or talent I've decided to be a professional blogger. Although I have nothing of interest to say, no skill for writing and no fan base... this too might seem out of reach. But for as far fetched as it seems it's also pretty easy to try out. If I fail it's not like I had anything on the line... except for maybe the cash for the domain name and web host that I will have to acquire, the hours of design tutorials and html codes racing through my head. I'll have to find ads that'll rake in that dough, maybe an editor (that part should be easy). Maybe I should take an English class... or a web design course. Perhaps a lesson in how to be interesting. Yeah. So while I dream at night of photo journalism, Nikon D60's and designer handbags, I'll wake up turn on my pc and sing a little song.

My First Met Game.

2008-08-09T20:15:00.003-04:00

I'm 24 years old, the Mets have been my favorite baseball team since I decided I kind of like baseball... The trouble with that is I grew up in a house of Yankees. Remember the subway series... man, was that a tense world series to live through in the Garcia household. Would have been nice if they won it, I would have done a daily dance, rubbed my brothers noses in it like a dog that shit in the house. Either way, I digress (which I'm known to do). After 3 years of asking, Terrence finally brought me to a Met game and it was lovely. They won, it was sort of anticlimactic but a wins a win. After the experience I fully intend to have others of a very similar variety. I got to visit Shea Stadium which will be gone in a few short months, I'm looking forward to Citi Field... though I hate the name. I'd look forward to it more if we could keep the name. I'm boring. Yay Mets!

P.S. At this point in life my brothers and I can agree on one thing... both the Mets and Yankees are doing about the same... sometimes shitty, sometimes great. Neither team is standing out amongst the rest as best... but we're not done yet.

Maunder 2: RIP FinePix F30

2008-07-27T11:22:00.008-04:00

I went swimming with my girlfriends... one thing led to another and my point and shoot fell in the pool. It was rushed to the towel and laid out to dry, It came in and out of it's coma for a few brief moments throughout the week but exactly 7 days after the initial accident... it was too late. Fuji, you'll be sorely missed.

Update: The grieving process was quickened by the Canons ability to kick your ass in every way by being a totally better camera. Sorry Fuji.

Maunder 1: New Boyfriend Application

2008-07-24T18:57:00.010-04:00

I've decided to spice up your life by "vlogging". I'm not an interesting person, I'm not an outgoing one... I just play one on youtube.

Update: He came home, kissed my sweaty head, walked the dog and emptied the bucket. All is forgiven.

Lately White People Have Been Herbing Me.

2008-06-09T11:03:00.008-04:00

So my Irish boyfriend found himself baffled the other day when were were discussing music, he mention T-Pain and I gave him the canine head cocked to one side look. Apparently I was living under a rock for the entirety of 2007 and never heard of one of it's top artists. When I told this to my co-worker (a Ruskie) she also flipped about my lack of pop culture knowledge. All of this got me feeling small and lame. I felt out of touch and old having a 19 yr old herb me about my knowledge of music. Me, a woman that downloads 20 albums a week and listens to new music by the assload on top of grooving 24-7. Where was I last year, had my job really consumed my life that much. This becomes evident when you scroll down and take note to the last update on my once beloved blog. I'd dropped off the face of the internet. Even my year end list was shit, I look back at it and don't know what I was thinking, I'd lost out on so much. Had no time to listen to anything and basically slept all the time from the stress and exhaustion of the hellish position I'd been keeping. I'm hoping this isn't a passing flare up and that I'll continue to keep up on my shit and rant about nonsense that no one reads in order to make myself feel special.

Hope to see you this year,
Ana.

Not Much Chance For Survival...

2007-03-09T00:01:00.000-05:00

Sophomore albums are tricky. sometimes they're amazing and sometimes they're just out shined by the first. The Arcade Fire's Neon Bible, though it's no Funeral it's definitely fantastic. i must admit i wasn't too impressed with my first listen but i find that the more i listen to it, the louder it gets. i started out in my car at a decent 30 volume. by today i reached 56, i try to never exceed 40... it's just that great. haha, who needs this 2 thumbs, 5 stars crap... i should just rate my musical opinions by decibels. now where can i get a patent for that?

The Supermarket Vs. The DMV

2007-03-08T23:36:00.000-05:00

why is the express lane in the supermarket the longest line in the world? i went to the DMV today to register a vehicle, had issues and still managed to get in and out faster than i was able to buy my Cookie Crisps. i don't know why i go on the express lane... i much prefer the self check out lanes but they're usually too cluttered with ignorant ass monkeys that can't comprehend a touch screen thus making me twitch. i gather that if i had gotten behind the twelve people on the other lines with full groceries i would have gotten out faster than standing behind the five people on the "express" lane. the best (and by best i mean worst) part was the line had a direct window view of my car... it was depressing. 30 minutes. i was on that line for 30 minutes, i kid you not. but on the bright side they (always look on the bright side of life) had a sale going. 4 boxes of General Mills most disgusting concoctions of cereal for $5 instead of the regular $5.26 for one (only the nasty, the tasty were not included on this sale). also 8 for $10, duh. but when i couldn't decide between Fruity Cheerios, Chocolate Lucky Charms, or Syrup flavored Cinnamon Toast Crunch i was elated to find that the only two normal brands of GM's sale cereals were my favs. mmm... cereal. so what i couldn't feel my left arm at the end of it all and had to drive home with just my right. i have 4 boxes of cereal for $5 sitting in my belly.

Carry On, Carry On, Carry On...

2007-02-01T21:52:00.000-05:00

ba-dum ba-dum.

i hate bittersweet. bittersweet is lame. as much as driving to NJ every day and back is a pain in my ass and as much as i want to punch my grooming instructor in her face i think i'm going to really miss Secaucus.

i met a group of very different, very awesome gals and it's not too often that i meet cool gals so i cherish them. sad times, happy times. bittersweet, ugh. we've made the decision to hook up once every season... the pessimist in me is sure i'll never see them again. i sure hope i'm wrong.

good times, noodle salad.

Making Usually Unjustified Or Excessive Claims.

2006-10-20T21:57:00.000-04:00

my camera makes me sick. it once made me feel empowered... now it makes me feel like a pretentious little brat following the pack of brats back to the land of Fotoshopia. ugh...

it's so dusty. sometimes i see things in a very Velveteen Rabbit-esque point of view. i imagine that my camera that sits on my bookshelf along with the dusty political rants mutters to the dusty bowling trophy that mutters to the dusty Mr. Potato head that mutters to the tattered bible of how much of a bitch i am for neglecting them. once held in such high regard, now reduced to filler. i feel that the camera is the eternal optimist, the trophy, the hateful realist constantly putting the camera down. like the Brave Little Toaster still filled with nostalgic wonderment of the "Master" my camera dreams that one day i'll hold it again and embrace it and fill it with "art". the trophy reminds it that i have a new digicam like all the cool pretentious art school brats. "who needs you now." poor camera. i feel bad that the idea of taking my self seriously makes my stomach weak. the further away i stray from my high school dream the more i'm reminded how much i hate life. ugh... i'm ranting aren't i?

16 and Over is a Drag...

2006-10-13T10:24:00.000-04:00

i remember when i was 15 and i couldn't stand it when shows were 16 and over, or for that matter 18 or 21 and over. but now that i am over 21 i've become a complete snob when it comes to shows. i consider all the high school brats to be lepers. they weren't there before... or rather not as many, lately they've been dominating the shows. making them near to intolerable... not all of them. trust me i know their are teens out there that hate teens just as much as i do because when i was one i hated on them more than i do now... (mostly because they were always around me). shows got calm for a time there, comfortable enough distance from the person next to/in front/and or in back of you. space to dance amongst yourselves. the last batch of shows i've gone to have included: moshing, stage diving, crowd surfing, pogoing (damn you Sid Vicious), and pushing. i feel like i'm 15 again and i have to take off my glasses if i want to go into the crowd. yes i did lose them before, i spent years not knowing what the band looked like. and i guess it might be that the shows have changed and not the people. what happened to courtesy? what happened to 21 and over shows?

Lets Talk About Cleanliness.

2006-10-11T18:18:00.000-04:00

this past weekend a bunch of us kiddies went to a cd release party for Oxford Collapse (i myself, not so impressed). aside from being a very interesting (illegal) venue, which it was. it was also the most disgusting place i'd ever been to. i'm speaking of Grasslands Gallery (on the south side of Williamsburg). so f'ing dusty, i've never seen so much dust... but that wasn't the disgusting part... wait until you have to go to the bathroom, which when accompanied by alcohol... many, many did. but did all of them snap photos like we did? it was weird, the bathroom was extremely filthy while being clean. everything your body had to touch was clean but everything around it was wrapped in gonorrhea. but it did have a shower in their, no pics of the shower... it was too dark. and no pics of the Palmolive dish soap, blame Terrence for that one... he's a terrible spy. but aside from being dirrrty i quite enjoyed the venue. i like small intimate settings, if the crowd wasn't so obnoxious i would have enjoyed it a lot more. bonus points for the art room where they encourage the patrons to paint all over the walls. i didn't find a single penis amongst the bunch and the laptop with the story that you were supposed to continue, of course Tim and Terrence had to bring it to the penis and the cumming halt. no one added to the story after them. i enjoyed the cell phone room, though i didn't go into it. the stage was so low that the crowd was fully capable of storming it and interrupting the show... (which they did). but all in all... actually i couldn't wait to get home. and the following morning when i blew my nose, covered in dirt. nice.

for more pics of the bathroom.

Joanna Newsom is Like a Fine Wine.

2006-10-06T11:43:00.000-04:00

(psst... she gets better with age) after weeks, months, seems like forever of trying to download Y's i finally got it last week in this bulk torrent file for 2006 Indie releases (the file was quite useful actually). it did take me until today to listen to it, i saw Joanna live with Neko Case in August and she played i'm sure every track off of Y's and it bored me to sleep. it was so quiet, the crowd was shifting around silently listening to unfamiliar tunes and between each track a few would shout out "Peach, Plum, Pear" but she never played it. i was so bored by the 12 minute tracks with just Newsom and her harp, along with her adorable squeaks and quirky faces... she's so hot in person... anyway, i digress. i wasn't sure i'd like it but i still had to hear it. today i finally put it on and seriously a very much understated album done live. i loved it so much i had to listen to it twice back to back. though the album is 55 minutes and the longest track is over 16 it felt short to me being only 5 tracks long, i might listen to it again. it's fantastic, i strongly recommend each and every one of you go out and buy Y's when it comes out in November. i'm amazed by it's orchestral arrangements provided by Van Dyke Parks and the harp which is rapidly becoming my new favorite instrument, from the echoing vocals on Emily to the stormy end of Cosmia, this album gives me heart palpitations. oh and lets not forget the constant squeaking... it wouldn't be Joanna Newsom without the childlike vocals and the prepubescent squeaks. christ, i'm in love.

face it, b-sides and rarities compilations suck... sometimes.

2006-09-30T22:44:00.000-04:00

and if they don't you've already heard all the worthwhile material so you're basically paying for filler/crap. it really is a trend that i've been noticing throughout the years, i haven't really enjoyed any of these albums. what brought me to the edge so i'd have to speak about it? the new Bright Eyes b-sides and rarities collection, Noise Floor. not only did i already have most of these b-sides... but i didn't like them then and i don't really like them all too much now. this might be an unfair statement considering that i haven't actually finished listening to it yet. i just recognized the titles of tracks that i'm familiar with and i thought to myself... 'booring'. my opinion on this collection in particular might also be made bias on the basis that Bright Eyes doesn't do it for me any more the way he used to. my hatred of Conor Oberst's whiny persona is clouding my love for the music. i just really hate him so much, i want to slap him. you're rich and famous, lighten up! Christ. but it doesn't stop there, the list of boring b-sides and rarities collections stem back years. Pearl Jam, Sarah McLachlan, Less Than Jake, No Doubt, U2 (i'm sorry, it just doesn't fo it for me), and most recently Tori Amos. to a lot of people this list might seem obvious... a bad collection for a bad artist. yeah... i guess you could say that but at the time i liked these artists.

but Tori's box set which i'd been waiting for since 1999(?). i remember Rollingstone put out a whole story about it, she was on the cover and they were talking about it's contents and it's release date but then conflict with her record label put a stop to the box set that we had already seen pictures of and marked our calendars for. but just this past Tuesday it finally dropped, bigger, better... and much prettier. i think it just might be the most beautiful box set i've ever seen, even if some might think it's too over the top. the collection had me on the edge of my seat. 5 disks that took me 6 and 1/2 hours to complete. most of it was just a bigger version of her greatest hits collection Tales Of A Librarian that she had just released not too long ago. the b-sides and unreleased material was a small portion of this 5 disk experience. a lot of the album tracks were supposedly different takes or remixes but most of the time i really couldn't tell the difference. i guess i'd have to say that most of this let down was my fault. had i not spent all my efforts throughout the years obtaining all the singles of hers i could find to acquire all these b-sides and had i not scoured the internet for all the unreleased tracks maybe it would have been exciting the way it should have been. the only tracks i didn't know were recent and as much as it pains me to admit it Tori has been far off of her game... i don't care about b-sides from The Beekeeper because frankly it wasn't up to par. it reminded me of Pearl Jams collection which came right after Riot Act and was almost strictly b-sides off of that and that album was god awful... no one needed more of it. a lot of my favorite b-sides weren't even included on that one.

you know, i take it back. had Tori Amos released this collection back in the 90's as promised via Rollingstone i wouldn't have had to go searching for these songs, i wouldn't have heard the really great ones already and the collection would have been amazing and brought forward while she still had it. seriously, "Ode To My Clothes" what was that? what was she thinking? that track should not have ever left the studio... or the shower for that matter. i love you sweetheart but what the fuck?

hmm... now that i'm listening to it in it's entirety, the Bright Eyes collection isn't all that bad. it may not be chock full of quality tracks but it puts me back in a time. it brings me back to the good old days of Conor, before i wanted to punch him. back when i bought 3 of his albums without ever hearing him (yes i did that and i don't regret it, i was in High School and it was awesome). back when i'd spend hours in my room blasting this genius without thinking of it as cliche. man do i wish i didn't want to punch him so much, it's like all the rest of us grew up and stopped crying into our pillows blasting Fevers and Mirrors and he never did himself. well... i'm glad for this collection now. i'll take it off of my b-sides and rarities shit list and embrace it as a good time, a nice memorable time.

and as for the Tori Amos collection, i guess it's ok. the b-sides i already have or heard are still great, the album tracks are still great, the appearance is still beautiful. but that Ode to my clothes shit has still got to go. Jesus Christ woman.

I've made my decision.

2006-09-30T22:03:00.000-04:00

i'm going to do it. i'm gonna host my videos on Google Video and then post them here and you will also be able to put them on you iTunes/iPods via the iTunes store or google video, for free of course. it'll be god awful but a fun project at the same time.

so i've been thinking of...

2006-09-30T13:34:00.000-04:00

starting an ana podcast. i've been watching so many lately that i've decided that "hey, i can totally do that". seriously, if George Bush's dog can have one why can't i? it would be insanely boring, for i am insanely boring... as you might have noticed. but if any of you think that this is a good idea, if only for the shits and giggles of my inane life than tell me and that's another push towards me doing it.

i'm completely... eh... 40 percent on board with this idea.

Strange Coincidence... or Not?

2006-08-22T20:17:00.000-04:00

is it just me or does Will Oldham look just like Harry from Harry and the Hendersons... coincidence i think not. perhaps Will Oldhan is just a big foot in disquise as a rockingest rocker.

it's uncanny.

Fishstick Gumbo.

2006-08-07T13:25:00.000-04:00

tired after a night of rocking we shrugged off the thought of showing up anywhere near opening of doors for the Pitchfork Music Festival... instead we slept in, stopped in at the Pitchfork Art Exhibit for concert posters...

then we went back to Ina's. Ina's is the shit. this time we got lunch.
but don't let me get away with not speaking to you about the exhibit. don't worry, theirs not much. so this year Pitchfork Media decided that it was time someone gave these artists some credit, so in their honor they held a small exhibit outside the train stop that we had to go to to get to the festival where they had a large section of the park dedicated to the selling of these concert posters, album art and whatever else these artists had to sell. it was good times.

with our bellies grumbling we headed back down to Ina's for lunch. lunch isn't as great as breakfast (not to mention our salt and pepper shakers weren't as awesome) but she's not called the "breakfast queen" for nothing. it was so packed. it was like the secret was out and Ina's was invaded. we had a 20 minute wait for a table (thanks to all the festival goers and their need to consume Ina's), which was alright because Terrence and i were waiting on Pat to arrive to eat with us... alas Terrence gives crummy directions... especially when he's on foreign land and directing a fellow foreigner. Pat never made it, but we chowed down our food as if it were the first thing we'd eaten in years. we had to rush to the concert (which was up the block) to see Man Man.

they were awesome. a bunch of crazy white boys with a box of treats for us, if you're familiar with Man Man at all you'd know to expect some wild and crazy shit from them. at one point they all broke out a bunch of toy horns and played those for a while... it was very entertaining. in fact they were so good that i might even look over the fact that the lead singer had a mullet.

Band Of Horses was next, not to insult Band of Horses... but they sound like a second rate Sunny Day Real Estate. their album is a good time and all but i really didn't feel a need to watch them live, i heard them fine from where i was sitting. so Terrence, Pat (who doesn't appreciate my BOH mockery) and i sat under a tree and sipped from our giant bottles of water. when The Mountain Goats came on, a band i really enjoy but also wasn't too excited to sweat my ass off standing in a crowd of sweaty bastards rubbin' up on me for... i'm sorry. a good band on cd but not something i can rock out to live in 90+ degree weather. so sit more we did before we went over to get a good spot for Destroyer (not pictured, none of them were good at all).

but we finally got Bowie back, who if we slept in... really really slept in.

it was really hot sitting around waiting for Destroyer.

i like Destroyer lots... in fact i think all of The New Pornographers side projects are fucking hot... unfortunately i still have yet to see them as a whole but later on this month i'll see Neko Case (which is neither here nor there but i just like to rub it in and remind myself). any way! Destroyer wasn't exactly a very engaging act live in 90+ degree weather but they made my ass move enough to enjoy it... plus they didn't play my favorite song so i'm still mad at them for that... bastards.

after Destroyer was Art Brut... i don't like Art Brut, i don't like them at all... so i let Terrence and Pat go enjoy themselves along with Bowie and Vin and i went to stand on the super long food line instead and got some funnel cake and corn dog goodness oh and fries... lets not forget the fries. but while on line i was joined by Bowie and Vin who decided they were hungry too so at least i wasn't alone.

mmm.... food... mmm... Ted Leo was next bitches!

the camera didn't wanna show Ted no love though, but i love him lots because at least he played my favorite song. that will always get your band on my good side in 90+ degree weather.

i'm sorry but after only getting 2 hours of sleep and then falling asleep at a concert mid-rocking and then having my feet want to fall off from the week straight of working prior to this day 1 of the pitchfork festival i was beat and i wanted to go home. so instead of lasting it out with the rest of them i left before The Walkmen came on, even though i really like the Walkmen their latest release didn't impress me so i was out. i left all on my own and rocked from the train station where i heard the show just fine. i even heard my favorite song from the train... nice.

after The Walkmen were The Futureheads... whom i despise and then the Silver Jews a band i'm not too familiar with so i was happy with my decision to head back. i showered, i spoke to my dad, i watched bad tv and i passed the fuck out the minute my head touched pillow in my freezing hotel room. i loved that room.

but while i was away the boys had tons of fun. Terrence even took some touristy pictures for me.

granted, they may not be so great but eh... i still appreciated it.

day 2 of the festival was still ahead and i slept like a baby waiting for it. stay tuned.

They Took A Vote And Said No.

2006-08-03T14:11:00.000-04:00

because we missed out on the evening we had planned to have thanks to flight delays, Terrence and i woke up uber early the next day... well i did anyway and then i woke him up. he didn't like me for it at first but he got over it. we had ourselves a busy day ahead of us.

July 28, 2006, first stop: Ina's for her famous breakfast.

the story of Ina's salt and pepper shakers

Ina who dubs herself "The Breakfast Queen" was the main reason that Terrence wanted to bring me to Chicago, he had gone there all by his lonesome last year and apparently needed for me to try it. gotta love that boy, that food was incredible. if you're ever in Chicago you have to make a pit stop at Ina's for breakfast. it's a sweet little charming place with kooky salt and pepper shakers at every table and the sweetest staff ever along with the best breakfast i've ever had outside of home and IHOP. it's not a tourist attraction, it's full of local regulars and i do mean full. oh man, i'd go back to Chi-town for one day if only for the food.

another reason you might have for visiting "The Windy City"* is for what resides only a block away from Ina's...

hewl yeah! Oprah like whoa! if only i had the time to stop in and take a visit.

after waiting around for my free car we strolled on back to the train and stumbled across a landmark, Lincolns wife's house... it wasn't very cool but i like seeing it, not cool enough for a picture... it was too hot, so hot, had to make it back to the train and back to the hotel.

so we went back to the hotel to hook up with Bowie and his friend Vin but they had gone out for breakfast too and so we waited for them to return... instead we both passed out, it was an awesome nap... an awesome nap that was prematurely ended due to a knock on the door. damn you housekeeping! damn you! after looking at the time and realizing our buddy was still MIA we gave him a ring, that bastard... he went site seeing without us and left us to nap in our amazingly cold hotel room.

when we all finally hooked up that day we settled upon going to the Field Museum for their King Tut exhibit. it wasn't a long ride on the train but the walk from the train to the museum was deathly, if you ever go to Chicago and want to take in some history i strongly recommend you do so in the Spring or Fall. so we got there and saw a big sign directing us to the side entrance for Tut, it's an hour before the museum closes and they strongly opposed to our lack of timing... after asking us if we were sure about a dozen times the woman finally sold us our tickets to see Tut... only once we got to the line and the ticket man told us that our tickets were general admission and not for Tut... we were pissed, that bitch!

but all was not lost, we discovered a major major link in history that explained so much to us.

oh shit, Michael Jackson was a Pharaoh! it explains so much, that little immortal bastard!

we were all amazed.

after our amazing find we met up with Pat (not pictured) and showed him Michael too, he no doubt agreed with us. after the museum with our bellies grumbling we settled upon heading down to the Metro where the Pitchfork Festival Opening Night Party was to be held. we walked down a few blocks and got some incredibly bad Italian food at... fuck, it was so bad i forgot the name of the place so i can't tell you to avoid it like the plague.

Bowie and Vin got plastered and had a really heated debate with Terrence about the veal. never again will i ever bring up veal around Bowie... ever.

after dinner we took our fat half drunken posse and moseyed on down to the venue again, this time for purposes of rocking. the show started out with The Joggers, not half bad... not half good either. then Voxtrot...

i think Voxtrot are highly overrated (but the bassist is a keeper of talent)... the ladies swooned... the boys sipped their beers and i rocked back and forth as i was falling asleep.

i don't exactly remember the order... i'm not sure if the comedians were before or after Voxtrot... all i do remember was that Aziz was stuck on a plane and the rest of them talked about MySpace a whole lot and i didn't laugh. i also find most comedians overrated. the crowd was so drunk and sloppy too, i was in a skirt and i repeatedly got drinks spilled all over my legs and in my shoes... it was disgusting and the floor was sick sticky but the venue was quite pritt-y and the stage was higher than most so i actually got to see the bands i was watching... which was nice.

but the main event (for the entire Pitchfork showcase) was Sunset Rubdown. ohhhhh.... they were phenomenal. i want to marry Sunset Rubdown.

allow me to reiterate how much i wanna do Camilla Wynne Ingr... mmm... quirky xylophone player.

we were to close to the stage to get a picture of the whole band and i don't care enough to post individual pics of the guitarist's/drummers but they were fecking awesome too... the whole band is awesome. Spencer Krug is a genius and i wanna marry him along with Camilla... and maybe i'll let Terrence join in.

after the show we found our (sloshed) friends and headed back to the train but not before we got a glimpse of...

mmm... Cubs.

but back to the hotel for now and tune in next time for another exciting blog of my adventure in Chi-town.

(for in depth musical coverage of the Pitchfork Music Festival you can pay more attention to Terrence's blog @ In The Buzz. also you can check out Pat's blog over @ Pop Tarts Suck Toasted)

*Chicago wasn't named the "Windy City" for it's weather. instead the moniker refers to the bragging of the local politicians in the later 19th century.

isn't that sad, i was sad when Terrence read it to me from inside the map we got on our last day there... booo... well, that would explain the lack of wind.

The Lonesome Night On An Endless Flight.

2006-08-02T23:14:00.000-04:00

so's not to overwhelm you i'm going to tell this story in installments.
together Terrence and i took hundreds of photos daily, don't worry i'm only going to select the very best to upload and the exclusively awesome ones to add to my tale... or at least the necessary ones. but none the less just for you slow connection, internet explorer using mofo's i will take this one day at a time. so here is Chicago the trip, day 1.

don't ask me how i even got to sleep that night, i was so excited and nervous i was on edge but i guess my work exhaustion just took control and i slept like a tiny babe. come morning i was all packed and ready to go, we had lunch with my mother, said our goodbyes and then Terrence's mommy drove us to the airport in Newark NJ.

i was oddly calm as a Hindu cow but still took out the time to stand around and watch Bowie smoke while calling all of my loved ones to say good bye and send out my love.

this is the fun part.

so i've been to airports before but never been anywhere near the gates, so this is a whole new experience for me... wow are people in airports assholes. we're standing on line and taking off our bombless shoes and all our metals and putting them in the little bins at the security thing when the issues began. Terrence got in trouble for not taking out his laptop and putting it in a separate bin but the best part was they wanted him to get it and separate it from the bag it was in... only they wouldn't let him through to get it but kept yelling at him to get it and when he tried they'd yell at him to stay put... it was hilarious. eventually after everyone was yelling at him Bowie volunteered to get it for him and hand it to him and we were on our way once more. as annoying as that was i still find it humorous.

then we were in, the point of no return... we decided to get some snacks. some $2 apples, Bowie got an expensive shitty cafeteria "Chicago style" pizza and sat down to eat it when the waitress told him he wasn't allowed to eat there because he ordered from the take out window and blah blah, so at this point we're all a little on edge.

then we get to our gate. the flight to Atlanta that was currently still residing at our gate was set to take off in a few minutes yet was not boarded yet. turns out the plane was stuck in DC and delayed EVERYTHING. because Atlanta was waiting to go that meant our plane couldn't go into the gate and that made our flight delayed. it quickly went from a minor inconvenience to a royal pain in the ass.

this is the last photo taken of us in a genuinely excited state.

our flight started out being delayed thanks to Atlanta... but turned into a delay due to bad weather in Chicago and in Newark... though i never saw one example of the bad weather in Newark. either way, i fecking hate Atlanta. our flight that was supposed to take off at 4:45 didn't actually take off until a little after 11pm.

that's our angry faces.

they kept teasing us and at some point we got out of our incredibly uncomfortable seats to wait on line to get on our plane at a different gate... a different gate. i don't know why they couldn't have put us on a different gate earlier when Atlanta was in our way but whatever... airports are dumb. they will forever be my enemy.

eventually they let us board the plane... but we were still bitter.

what kind of shit?!

ok so i know this was what i'd been wanting for the last few hours but... is it too late to get off the plane?

wait... is that a fucking thunderstorm. god damn it!

just in case. by the way after we boarded they delayed us at the gate again... then let us go, after a bit of taxi time we got delayed again but this time the closed the runways... by the time we took off i wanted to kill someone. then i remembered that i was terrified. in case you hadn't gathered, this is my very first flight and i cried like a bitch. i squeezed the life out of Terrence's hand, he and Bowie tried everything they could to tell me things that would calm me down but that sensation wasn't pleasant. i couldn't breathe, i had a house on my chest and i wanted off that damn thing. to make matters worse, i'm terrified of lightning and i had to fly in it. but i must say the lightning from above the clouds was gorgeous... eventually that's what calmed me down... just taking in all the beauty of the night far above the city. there were so many stars... i couldn't look away.

(this is an awful video that Terrence took by the way but i just wanted to share it... oh, it's the lightning... in case you couldn't tell)

the Chicago grid was also an amazing site but i was so terrified of landing i really didn't get any pictures of it's splendor. i'm not sure if i slept on the plane or not... but those two hours felt like forever and landing wasn't nearly as bad as taking off... our pilot was a delicate flyer and landed nice and softly.

we're free! after many many hours without a cigarette Bowie needed one badly and then it was back into the airport to find the "L" Blue line train via the CTA.

the train was very polite... and very slow.

we had to take two to get to our hotel. we transferred to the Red line...

i so just wanna get to bed.

after we got to our hotel room and waited to check in it was around 2am when we got there... i think... then we went back to the train or next to it to the only open food place around... McDonald's. mmm...

then finally...

thank you sweet sweet bed.

day two is much more exciting... or is it.

I Didn't Mean It!

2006-07-18T15:39:00.000-04:00

so when i said "C U Next Tuesday" over a week ago i didn't mean it literally, i was just trying to avoid overusing my potty mouth. but in fact i did not see my books until next Tuesday, ugh. but it was nice, it only took me sicking Terrence on UPS and Amazon.com to get them in my possession. two day shipping means nothing to these people. but at least i have my books and am now a happy camper.

so i ordered a new camera through them on Monday night... i wonder how long those two days will be.

Treasures From Tuesday's Events.

2006-07-12T17:46:00.000-04:00

having a live in CD addict is a blessing. especially when he brings home things i can't find for downloading... gotta love that boy. so July 11th was nice to us. i guess i might be speaking too son because i haven't actually finished all of the new CD's but i feel confident in my joy.

James Figurine's "Mistake Mistake Mistake Mistake" is boooooring. a handful of tracks are a good time but overall i just wanted to hit the skip button. Jimmy Tamborello should stick to what he's already got and stop trying to be musically greedy. Figurine is a great band, The Postal Service is amazing... but Dntel is mediocre and this is just dull. don't disgrace the good name Figurine... stop trying to be everywhere and just produce more of what we want. i've been waiting for a new Postal Service album for 3 years now and will continue to wait one more thanks to the push back, and i've been waiting for a Figurine album since 2002... get to work Jimmy.... quit dilly dallying!

Sufjan Stevens' "The Avalanche: Outtakes and Extras from the Illiois Album" is fantastic. no doubt about it, sure it has it's lulls but it's just a pleasure to me all and all. every last one of those Chicago versions are awesome, but what would you expect from an already amazing track. it was good to me this morning on my commute and throughout my breakfast. thank you Sufjan.

Cursive's "Dorothy At Forty" single, i didn't get it yet. but the single is a smashing time and it comes with two non album tracks... all signs of a must buy for me. but i will buy it another time because i'm lazy and i'll wait until the album comes out to get both. oh, Cursive is so cool.

Thom Yorke's "The Eraser"... i haven't gotten to it yet. but i have no doubt in my mind that it's be swell. i haven't been in the mood for Thom today, maybe later.

Tuesday is the best holiday a girl could ask for.

Without A Book, Day 6?!

2006-07-12T17:27:00.000-04:00

ok, now i'm pissed. does next day delivery stand for nothing?! i got up to my doorstep today excited for my books and still nothing. so i log onto my amazon account and tracked my package, UPS claims to have come by Monday, Tuesday and today... i was home both Monday and Tuesday sitting in my livingroom waiting for UPS and never heard a peep. and if UPS did in fact come where are the little post it notes they put on the door that say "Sorry we missed you"?!

i'm angry. they're full of shit.

and since when do i have to sign for an amazon package, i've never signed for an amazon package. i spit on UPS!

on the bright side of my day, i made the 6:40am boat today... went up to the Hurricane Deck and every single row of seats had a sleeping man in it... weird. i went downstairs to the bottom and it was jam packed... on second thought i don't like the 6:40 boat. but i did get to have breakfast before work thanks to it.

on the way home i snagged the 4:20pm and got home early enough to sit with Dutch during the storm so he wouldn't freak out. i like catching the 4:20, it makes me feel squishy inside.

i'm going to kill UPS. or at lease sick Terrence on them.

Cursive Makes Everyones Panties Wet.

2006-07-11T12:52:00.000-04:00

especially mine.

so i've seen Cursive live before and i already know for a fact that they're fantastic at it... but last night was different. it was different because the last time i saw them they were a band of five... but alas Greta Cohn, that adorable cellist of theirs left the band to pursuit her solo career. i knew this would affect their newest release but i wanted to see how much it affected their live performance. of course they'd have a fill in but that vibe of family is missing when you have filler. so my curiousity made me have to see the new act and trust me it was nothing shy of amazing. i was even afraid to sing along, i thought if i did i might miss something.

they started out full force with a new track off of Happy Hollow "Big Bang" and showed off just how great they still are. after that they went back and forth with a perfect blend of new and old songs... though i felt the set was way too short and would have loved to have heard more from them.

the tour musicians were fantastic... even though i could barely see all of the horn section due to where i was positioned in the balcony (the openers were such a snore i was glad to have had that seat) but i did have a clear view of the cellist (whose name i've forgotten and it's driving me insane), she's so fecking hot (and i'm sure it's only because she's a hardcore rocking cellist and i have a hard on for cellists) and she was so into it while she was playing that is was hard to keep my eyes on the band.

i was so encapsulated by their performance the whole thing from start to finish was worthy of drooling all over your self in awe. it even made me second guess my opinion of Happy Hollow which i originally decided was merely sub par for a Cursive release. now after having seen it live i really enjoy it. and as much as Tim Kasher can never shut up i fecking loved every minute of his drunkard babbling.

but i'd have to say the highlight of the evening was when they did a revised version of the Such Blinding Stars For Starving Eyes track "Eight Light Minutes". with the added horns and cello scrambling of notes, the song was all over the place and it was seriously orgasmic. when they ended the show with The Ugly Organ track "A Gentleman Caller" i was almost brought to tears. one, because it's one of my favorite tracks and two, because it was just so fucking good.

i feel like i have so much more to say but i'll spare you the dribble... whoever "you" may be.

"you" should go out and experience this magic.

p.s. but don't ever order a Tequila Sunrise from the balcony bartender... that shit was all tequila with a cherry on top... it was "Hello i'm drunk" after one tiny sip... i actually had a decent buzz going after just two sips. had i continued to drink it i might have puked all over the crowd.

p.p.s. the Dorothy At Forty single comes out today and it has two non album tracks on it, go get it... you know you want to. i think i'll wait until i buy the album to get the single but that's only because i'm lazy.

Without A Book, Day 3:

2006-07-09T19:30:00.000-04:00

with Catcher in the Rye still poking at my sides from within my bag i made my way back to the torture chamber. not that it mattered that i had JD with me, i was completely catatonic on my way to work. previous nights events left me in shock until i saw Tipsy's sweet teacup face.

i was in a daze on the way to work.
i cried in front of coworkers and hid in the bathroom until i felt semi normal.
i wasn't put to work with the dogs that morning for my lack of concentration. but after a brief girl talk session with a work friend (mostly nodding and shaking on my part) and hanging out with Tipsy i was starting to feel more normal.

after my lunch break when i got to talk to Terrence i was back amongst the living.

on my way home i ran so fast to make that boat i actually slipped in through the cracks of the closing doors and it felt like i was going to puke up my lungs. i was in so much pain. luckily my iPod was working today and i put on the happy mix i made for Nicole to lift my spirits. i was too distracted still to read Catcher in the Rye (not that it mattered because i've read it twice already and have no real intentions of completing it a 3rd time). i sat and stared at the Christian Teen Tourist group taking goofy pictures and behaving quite odd. i watched a passenger hit on one of the hot ferry crew members. he walked with her on her circle of the Hurricane Deck... eventually she looked more easy and like she'd put out. good for him.

i watched a stranger talk to a couple that only wanted to make out and sleep on each other... he kept going away and leaving them relieved but only to come back and irritate them some more. it was funny... to me at least.

i ate Cheese Doodles and watched my fingers go from yellow to orange.

i took deep breaths until i felt normal again.
i didn't throw up my lungs, thank you.

i came back to an empty apartment and hung out with Dutch until Terrence got home.
i had a bad night.
storms of hatred erupted.
a very bad night.
record breaking.
i guess it all turned out ok in the end... doesn't it always.

Without A Book, Day 2:

2006-07-08T23:56:00.000-04:00

of course me being sans book would require that my iPod go sad dead iPod faced on me right as i leave the house (early might i add). so in a desperate attempt to not go insane i grabbed Catcher In The Rye off my book shelf and shoved it into my bag before running out of my house to catch the bus.

weekend commuting to work is torture. the SI Ferry only runs every hour and the 1 (that i usually take out of beautiful convenience) won't be running on the weekends until Fall, i don't know why but it ruins life. the R (which is evil and extremely inconvenient) comes either right before my ferry docks or 15 minutes after which gets me to hell (work) late. the R also gets me to the ferry after work just in time to watch the doors close in my face. seriously you'd have to be an asshole to have the job of closing the ferry doors in peoples faces.

missing my ferry makes me want to slit my wrists.

so anyway, i digressed so much just now... not that it matters since i'm the only one reading this.

so i get to the ferry about 30 minutes before the ferry comes this morning and it's freezing in the terminal so i go outside. i've never actually gone outside on the SI side since before the remodeling, it's quite nice. i really enjoyed it, i wish i could have sat there all day. i highly recommend it.

after work the R train came through by getting me to the terminal 3 minutes before the boat left but the boat decided to leave 5 minutes early. it took me 2 and a half hours to get home... it usually takes 1 hour and 15 minutes. i hate working on the weekends. plus i'm getting lots of hate for not coming out on the weekends. i hate this job so much, words can't describe. i love the dogs though, but i hate the establishment... they shit all over us "Mexicans" downstairs. come September i'm gone.

i was so pissed after missing the boat and having a fight with Terrence about my not being physically cooperative for partying that i fell into one of my most hated past times... crying in public, especially public transportation. my mother was a major help though. i also highly recommend having a mommy to talk to you on the phone when you're flipping out.

i didn't read on the way home... i just scowled and sulked.

Without A Book, Day 1:

2006-07-07T19:35:00.000-04:00

this is why my eyes require a distraction. when i'm engrossed in a book i forget to be myself... and myself is a voyeur who happens to think that 90% of the population are hilarious morons.

so i sit down on the ferry for my voyage to work land and i notice a woman sitting across the boat, she's got shiny finger waves in her hair and those long ass frightening nails that curl because they're so long and you can't help but wonder how it is they wipe their ass. anyway, i see her and shake my head in disbelief that these types of women still exist (i've seen three this week alone). but here's the kicker, she whips out the glue... oh yes, the glue. the woman presses on her nails and whips out the glue and does the touch up, then proceeds to hold the nails in place and blow on them... i couldn't contain myself and i broke out laughing. then i notice the two men sitting beside me staring at me because they think i'm crazy. things like this continue throughout my trip, i notice how dumb society is and i laugh at them... then in return people assume i'm nuts.

at least when i notice things about humans and laugh to myself i usually have a book in my face and they can assume i'm laughing at the book (which most of the time i am) but now i just look batty... but not nearly as batty as the people i'm laughing at do to me.

I Understand You've Had A Stroke...

2006-07-07T19:32:00.000-04:00

but you look like an asshole. seriously. and it's not even because you've suffered significant nerve damage and the right side of your face has drooped like a melted Barbie doll, it's because you have a fucking comb-over.

when will men learn?!

go bald with dignity, please. you'd look so much better if you just stopped looking like an idiot. my favorite is when it's blowin' in the winds and you have a panic attack trying to smooth your over greased strands back to the shiny surface below them. it's wrong, very. i respect bald men, fuck i think a lot of bald men are sexy... i happen to dig a bald head but comb-overs and ponytails only make you look like a douche bag. did i mention that the "scullet" is a major no no as well... it is.

stop the madness. being bald is a part of your life, accept it.

I Triple Dog Dare You!

2006-07-06T20:14:00.000-04:00

to try this experiment. Terrence was the one to discover it and i find it to be quite interesting how much i piss all over the internet. so in the spirit of spreading my love juice i made yet another trail in my history across the internets. the paths are endless.

your task: open up google.com and search iamduckydale... do it.

i'm all that comes up and there's a whole lot of it. sites that i had forgotten i was a member of. i've been using the same user name since 2003 and this is my trail. theirs more too... more than google can find.

oh how i love pissing.
better bring your umbrella.

Piss on your hat!

2006-07-05T22:02:00.000-04:00

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