I can’t deny it’s that time of year again. The time of year when our apartment gets so hot candles droop flaccidly and you can fry eggs without turning on a burner. So tonight we sat there, sticking to the leather couch, trying to pretend the channel 3 movie could hold our interest when really we were wishing for the conclusion to Friday night’s cliff-hanger episode of 7th Heaven. We got tired of that, tired like a dog gets tired of being whipped, so we decided to high-tail it out of here. We ended up down at a burger shack getting a pair of chocolate malteds to go. We took them down to the waterfront and watched the boats in the gold glow of the dock lights bob up and down in the blue-black water. The cold salty air blowing off the water cooled us down alright, and that human feeling came seeping back like blood returning to a sleeping limb. Refreshed we came back for the channel 3 movie and a slow bake in this solar-oven we call home.
I planned on doing some extensive writing to The Dead Don’t Walk treatment today, but it’s too damn hot to think. I braved the heat to buy groceries and got sunstroke in my car within two minutes. Did get some work done, mostly research into what happens to a body after death. Within 12 minutes flies lay eggs in your eyes.
Listened to the new New Order today at work, and paid attention. I’d heard it referred to as “their best album since Technique“. Which is true. Technique is also a crappy album. Steve liked it though. I think I have to grudgingly admit The Ponies album is really good. In spite of my active attempts to hate it. Because blending early Wire, early Cure, early Jam, and some Joy Division is just too played out to enjoy. Except it’s really rather quite good. Steve liked it.
Went to see Gardener’s movie. It was a raucous crowd. Arty boomers trying to prove they’re unconventional. Anyway, Bill and Rich were very entertaining. I thought Cooper could have had a bigger part. They also played Naked Driving which I thought I’d gotten away with never seeing. I think Brown should really wear his hair like that.
After the movie, Matt wanted to buy records but neither Jennifer nor I would open the store for him. Then you’ll never guess… When we left, our car was passed by a girl in a go-kart buzzing down Church St. I didn’t see that coming. Jennifer and Chrissy must have almost hit her in her dad’s shiny red sports car.
On the way home Chelsea saw a car that had a huge Tinkerbell on the ponk back window and the name “Tinkerbell” in huge pink glittery writing.
The new Crystal Light Slurpee is quite refreshing. Though incredibly sour.
I vanquished Chelsea at basketball.
Recieved entertaining phone message from someone ranting about how they’re an asshole.
The Clap concept recording was begun today.
And I am oh so tired.
I was telling Chelsea about the Empire Days fireworks tomorrow night and she thought I said “Vampire Days” which would really be so much better. Vampire Days in May.
Chelsea has just admitted to me that she used to sing along to “Funky Town” but changing the words to “Monkey Town.” She’s partially obsessed with monkeys.
yesterday I purchased a basketball and tennis balls. Peoples looking for some hoop or raquet action, I’m looking to improve my game.
Today a DJ from CFUV told he when played the Clap song from the New Music Canada site and got five telephone calls asking who it was. Then Steve told me I should quit my day-job.
Today I tried to cut my hair like Carlos from Interpol.
I ended up looking like Bun E. Carlos from Cheap Trick instead
and so converted it to a buzz-cut.
I think I’m still recovering from the Navigator party and the constant barrage of anti-redeye flashes. It was seriously non-stop pulses of light for over an hour. I am shocked no one went into seizures.