Aug 11 ,1997                               
BURIED IN WIT
  Let's have activities!
12:58 am
    --- I am going to refer to Sunday as "Today", even though it's Monday. That's because I haven't recognized that the hours in a day go "12 1 2 3 ... 9 10 11". You'd think that they should start at one and go to twelve. Or maybe we should replace twelve with zero. Works for the military.

    So today, we were watching a video at Poho, sitting on the islands of couch segment that we had arranged around the TV. The video was "Curdled", a Quentin Tarantino flick about this girl who is fascinated with beheadings. Kris and Lea sat together with their feet on a small, seperate part of the couch. Eventually that got too hot, and Kris moved to sit on the footrest. "Ha ha! I am king of this island!" he declared. "Ruler of the ottoman empire," I noted. For some reason, everyone gave me dirty looks.

    Saturday, I bought a Roland MC-303 before band practice. It is essentially techno in a box. It generates techno-ravey sounds and those big booty bass noises. It is styled as a "vintage" roland drum machine, but contains the newest technology. It is deceptively fun. It will complement our DR-660 drum machine in future performances. I foresee our music becoming a lot more electronic sounding.

  Company Picnic!!
    --- The other thing I did today is go to Brian's company picnic. He works for ticketmaster, so their door prize tickets were real concert ticket looking things, just like for Faith No More (for example). After waiting 15 minutes for the grill pilot to scrape me off a charred hamburger patty, I sat down next to my comfy group (Brian, Kris, Lea). Near us was sitting a jingling woman with rainbow shaded hair, starting with red at the forehead and fading through the spectrum to blue at the ends of her hair. Much of it was compacted into dreadlocks, with ornate metal cylinders clamped around each individual lock. It was neat to look at, but I bet it weighs a lot. She looked like a very clean, very expensive hippie. Also at the picnic were a group of people in our demographic group, wearing black shirts that said, uh, "Neuro-" something, I think. They dressed mostly in black, the females had artificial black or magenta hair. They walked over to our group (Me and Lea in black and leather), and introduced themselves and shook hands. I find it amusing that they recognized similiar coloration across a field of a hundred or so people and walked over to socialize. Especially since they were so spiky-black-hard-edged-mascara looking. It makes me want to wear different styles of clothing to see if different kinds of people decide to socialize with me. Of course, that would involve HAVING some different styles of clothes, so until I decide to shop for something colorful, that's out.

    We eventually ended up at Julie's house, watching vacuous TV shows and playing video games. Le'a was being nice and friendly. This was a conscious effort on her part. Various people went into the kitchen to do something called "knife hits". It involves two metal knives, a stove, a bottle with ice in it, and little tiny clumps of marijuana. The stove is turned up to glowing orange heat, and the pot is held between the flat sides of the two knives, at the tips. Then, the tips of the knives are put on the hot stove, and the conducted heat incinerates the pot. Then they do something like inhale the smoke through the bottle with ice in it somehow. Not too sure about that part, I went outside (since I don't smoke). It's apparently a very efficient way to get THC into your blood.

    Someone made the mistake of asking me what I was thinking. I told them. I was thinking about cat's thoughts. I wondered if cats knew that they were going to die. Do they realize it when they are gravely injured? Do they fear it? They obviously try to avoid injury, but do they know why they are doing it? Little kids avoid injury, even before they are introduced to the concept of death. I think I finally decided that cats CAN know that they are going to die someday, but not all of them have realized it. Which creatures know that they will die? What do spiders think about when they are waiting for food to become trapped in their web?

    See, if you're in a new relationship, and your girlfriend asks you "What are you thinking?", you're supposed to say something romantic. If you told the truth, you'd get: A) Slapped. B) Dumped. C) Weird looks. (Which is what I get) D) in the event that you really WERE thinking about "how much I love you," you get huggy snuggles or whatever. Yup. Doctor Love signing off.

    Jesus sticks to your teeth. - Something I thought Brian said to me at lunch.

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