For one month, starting last wednesday the 26th, I am not drinking alcohol. I'll be hitting the blog up with an update once in a while on how that's going.
For starters, last night was a friday night, and we had a pretty standard-sized party here. Differences from usual parties for me included: not drinking.
for serious tho, I didn't buy any booze, and somehow there was enough for everyone anyway, which means that although there's usually a lot more than we had, I usually manage to take care of it all on my own.
I had a lot more energy than I thought I would. ya know how quitting smokers get an energy boost ~30 days after? Well I thought it would take that long. But I was still going strong at 2 or 3am. Not that I'm not usually going strong then. But I was going stronger.
Also, I ate more food. Turns out there's a lot of caloric content in alcohol. If you don't eat more to keep up with it, you'll feel like you're missing something (and you are).
Also, I had to pee less.
Anyways, the title of this post shall be the name of my next imaginary band.
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Saturday, January 29, 2011
Saturday, October 16, 2010
notes from the frontlines
is anyone reading the twitterfeed i linked to at the bottom right of the page? it's mine. most of it is quotes of other people though.
i had a nerdy moment earlier thinking about our global currency fiat system as a networking protocol, and how the banking + goverment "users" have effectively "hacked" it. we need better security.
yeah, where was i: it's funny being so invested in the S.Q... i never thought i'd see the day where i'm making car payments and holding down two jobs and i can accept my mom's friend request on facebook and i only play guitar drunk.
i can feel these cute little punches of anger from inside, pointing out, like i'm about to birth a revolution.
except that's silly, i don't think my body can make a baby. in other news i've decided that i want to go to mime school. i need to practice and i think a little instruction would make it better. all these years of doing the stupid box routine where you pretend you're stuck in a box that only you can see and you bang your head against it and try to look through it and you can't get out - well i suddenly realized today that i'm not very good at delineating the box with my motions, so although from my perspective i'm in a box, from the outside i just look dumb.
this is all literal. i'm almost done with lolita. the last 50 pages are taking forever because i got caught up in a new comic book called DMZ put out by DC. it was a glorious waste of 4 hours. i read 53 comics. i'm up to date on the series. i'm hooked. i'll have to start watching tv again, if only to temper my addiction with something slightly less awesome that still satisfies the same urge to be entertained.
maybe you can tell that i'm in a weird late night existential mood, which has historically been very good for me trying to put my head on paper. ooo i think i'll go play guitar (sober).
anyway i miss all the friendly squids. we're still kicking it here at baohaus 2.0 but it's not the same. in some ways it's better because i've been building things out of twobys and ply every week for 2 months and the house looks like a plywood-gaudi masterpiece, but that's for another post.
lots of love
lelz
i had a nerdy moment earlier thinking about our global currency fiat system as a networking protocol, and how the banking + goverment "users" have effectively "hacked" it. we need better security.
yeah, where was i: it's funny being so invested in the S.Q... i never thought i'd see the day where i'm making car payments and holding down two jobs and i can accept my mom's friend request on facebook and i only play guitar drunk.
i can feel these cute little punches of anger from inside, pointing out, like i'm about to birth a revolution.
except that's silly, i don't think my body can make a baby. in other news i've decided that i want to go to mime school. i need to practice and i think a little instruction would make it better. all these years of doing the stupid box routine where you pretend you're stuck in a box that only you can see and you bang your head against it and try to look through it and you can't get out - well i suddenly realized today that i'm not very good at delineating the box with my motions, so although from my perspective i'm in a box, from the outside i just look dumb.
this is all literal. i'm almost done with lolita. the last 50 pages are taking forever because i got caught up in a new comic book called DMZ put out by DC. it was a glorious waste of 4 hours. i read 53 comics. i'm up to date on the series. i'm hooked. i'll have to start watching tv again, if only to temper my addiction with something slightly less awesome that still satisfies the same urge to be entertained.
maybe you can tell that i'm in a weird late night existential mood, which has historically been very good for me trying to put my head on paper. ooo i think i'll go play guitar (sober).
anyway i miss all the friendly squids. we're still kicking it here at baohaus 2.0 but it's not the same. in some ways it's better because i've been building things out of twobys and ply every week for 2 months and the house looks like a plywood-gaudi masterpiece, but that's for another post.
lots of love
lelz
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