So the Muse is I think embarking on an epic quest to get the right phone. She ordered one, discounted through a reseller, sight unseen. it arrived.
This thing, it is not the thing.
It is the Pepsi some waiter tried to slip you when you distinctly ordered a Coke. Is it wet? Yes. Will it do all the things a beverage will do? Yes. But it is not what was ordered. It is not what was wanted.
So. Send it back? or whatever and drink it?
Of course, its not exactly the same level as all that, your beverage didn't cost you five hundred dollars and its nothing you get personally attached to. Not only that, but signalling the waiter and returning it wont cost you 60 bucks shipping, and its not like you brought in another drink at a hundred dollars a shot to tide you over until your real beverage arrives.
She's really the wrong person to do this sort of thing to, because it's not just something to get over. I would let it go. I can do that. I never stay irritated at anything for very long, assuming that it doesn't involve people. I would take my redheaded bastard of a phone, and give it a home in which it would be loved.
The Muse doesn't roll that way. This will piss her off forever. Like in twenty years when by some freakish coincedence she meets the seller in the street, she will just out and kick him in the balls. Nine times. When he asks why, groaning in agony, she will clearly and distinctly tell him, that that was for every time she used her phone and had to deal with the realization that her thing was not the thing.
On her deathbed, she will set aside some portion of her estate for the hiring of a young professional mixed martial artist group to find this man and any children he may have, so that every year on the anniversary of receiving this thing which is not the thing, they will be heartily ballkicked. It will be disguised as a charitable foundation, around which an unholy order of monks will form, seeking out each and every one of this mans line and his decendants, and ensuring that each will know the testicular agony of their forefathers, from now until the end of time.
Clearly this man does not understand the extent to which his genetic line is in peril. If he did, he would, continuing the metaphor, run across the street to the nearest supermarket, get a bottle of Coke, pour it into the right glass with the right bendy straw, the perfect amount of ice and apologize profusly for the confusion.
It is unlikely he will come to this conclusion in time. We will see how this epic quest unfolds. I'm not even kidding, in ten thousand years, there could be a holy war over this.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Last SHIFT
So it looks as though the industrial sounds of SHIFT Sundays are coming to a close. DJ Dervish spun his last set with co-host DJ Syborg, and did a damn fine job. The Muse and I were a bit late, she had to work until midnight, but we did catch the last few bits, and all seems alright. Certainly a bit more hardcore industrial than the Muse likes, a bit to mettalic for my own tastes as well.
SHIFT had a following because up until the last few weeks, it boasted what Saturadys used to have but gave up. I think a lot of the Dark Tribe misses that classical style, the more haunting melodies and dark psy feel that made New City what it is. Still, people are people, and our Sanctuary is exactly that - we still come and dance. Music at New City is kind of like the weather here in Alberta. If you don't like it, wait five minutes; it will probably change to something completely different.
At any rate, it marks the end of Sunday nights in general at the club - kind of unfortunate, because that made three nights a week, one of which usually worked out to our busy schedules.
Cast and Crew:
Doorman: Brutus. He knows us, its nice to get waved in. Class act.
ScottHawk: Always in fine form. New green on the mohawk. Looks alright, not as eyepopping as the orange. Still, always time for a hi-bye that guy, its nice to see a familiar face.
Bookkeeper: The Librarian was nowhere in sight. She still rocks it pretty hard by herself. She likes it when they spin German opera into the techno, can't say I disagree, I've always liked that iconic feel. She had on some new pants, black denim, almost bell-bottems, zippers on the sides. Very stylish. Classic black arm length shirt with super tiny ruffles that went all the way around.
Strawberry/Augustin: Augustin was looking pretty wiped, prolly had a huge brithday bash to recover from. Saw Strawberry on her way to the bar and said hi, but I have a hard time starting good conversations. The Muse wasn't there yet, and I feel all tense without her there with me. She's the anchor on the ocean storm, I like to have that set before I venture out to far on my own.
Dark Ballerina: In fine form. New shoes, some sort of stilletto with a half platform on the back. There with a random, Krys I think she said. I think she brought her man out Saturday, good to know they get out together, I appreciate that sort of thing more these days. One of the Muses constant delights is that she can fit in almost anywhere, like me. Its great to be with someone who can keep up like that, I'll bet anyone in the same boat would miss it if it wasn't there.
Chrome Rainbow: A new face, hard to miss with the two huge silver chains he wears criss-crossed instead of a shirt. Multicolored 'hawk, black to green to yellow tips. Skinny. He cant dance, but seems to enjoy himself anyways. He's trying to make an impression, and I suppose he does. What that impression is is another thing entirely.
Bartenders: Bruno and Boots, Bruno serving up most of the drinks. Fairly cheap as well, had a few redbulls, and the ever present jaeger shots. The Muse had a few drinks, but we both took it a bit easy, Monday comes hard for us both.
No coat check: Besides its summer, who the hell would wear a coat?
All in all pretty decent. Not to much advancement on the friends front, but slow and steady and all that. Twice bitten twice shy, etc. It's harder I think when one is not playing a role. Real friends take time, so its probably just as well.
SHIFT had a following because up until the last few weeks, it boasted what Saturadys used to have but gave up. I think a lot of the Dark Tribe misses that classical style, the more haunting melodies and dark psy feel that made New City what it is. Still, people are people, and our Sanctuary is exactly that - we still come and dance. Music at New City is kind of like the weather here in Alberta. If you don't like it, wait five minutes; it will probably change to something completely different.
At any rate, it marks the end of Sunday nights in general at the club - kind of unfortunate, because that made three nights a week, one of which usually worked out to our busy schedules.
Cast and Crew:
Doorman: Brutus. He knows us, its nice to get waved in. Class act.
ScottHawk: Always in fine form. New green on the mohawk. Looks alright, not as eyepopping as the orange. Still, always time for a hi-bye that guy, its nice to see a familiar face.
Bookkeeper: The Librarian was nowhere in sight. She still rocks it pretty hard by herself. She likes it when they spin German opera into the techno, can't say I disagree, I've always liked that iconic feel. She had on some new pants, black denim, almost bell-bottems, zippers on the sides. Very stylish. Classic black arm length shirt with super tiny ruffles that went all the way around.
Strawberry/Augustin: Augustin was looking pretty wiped, prolly had a huge brithday bash to recover from. Saw Strawberry on her way to the bar and said hi, but I have a hard time starting good conversations. The Muse wasn't there yet, and I feel all tense without her there with me. She's the anchor on the ocean storm, I like to have that set before I venture out to far on my own.
Dark Ballerina: In fine form. New shoes, some sort of stilletto with a half platform on the back. There with a random, Krys I think she said. I think she brought her man out Saturday, good to know they get out together, I appreciate that sort of thing more these days. One of the Muses constant delights is that she can fit in almost anywhere, like me. Its great to be with someone who can keep up like that, I'll bet anyone in the same boat would miss it if it wasn't there.
Chrome Rainbow: A new face, hard to miss with the two huge silver chains he wears criss-crossed instead of a shirt. Multicolored 'hawk, black to green to yellow tips. Skinny. He cant dance, but seems to enjoy himself anyways. He's trying to make an impression, and I suppose he does. What that impression is is another thing entirely.
Bartenders: Bruno and Boots, Bruno serving up most of the drinks. Fairly cheap as well, had a few redbulls, and the ever present jaeger shots. The Muse had a few drinks, but we both took it a bit easy, Monday comes hard for us both.
No coat check: Besides its summer, who the hell would wear a coat?
All in all pretty decent. Not to much advancement on the friends front, but slow and steady and all that. Twice bitten twice shy, etc. It's harder I think when one is not playing a role. Real friends take time, so its probably just as well.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Time Flies
Wow. It has been way too long since I last posted. Things have been... crazy fast.
Been to the club a couple of times since then. I've taken the first few steps into meeting all the people I talk about, and so far I've been really happy.
I have actual names for the Ballerina, Strawberry and Augustin. I had already made friends with Knoah, but that is progressing a bit deeper, I added him on Facebook, and he seems like a pretty cool cat. I know who the Bookeeper is, although I haven't said much to her yet, and a new friend, now the Mad Hatter, says hi on a regular basis.
Know these people is a bit different than just watching them, but I've been reminded lately that becoming involved in one's life is just as important as living it. So I'm trying.
I get kind of nervous now though. Before, I could just go and hang out, there wasn't anything to hold or maintain. Now that there are all these connections, the visits seem.. weightier somehow. Almost like a responsibility. Still, I feel its going in the right direction, so lets see how it plays out.
The Muse has been especially wonderful of late, we've talked about her moving into my house. I'm pretty excited, but I'm also pretty anxious about whats going to happen in the future.
I made some pretty big mistakes in my past, and I don't want to see them repeated. It's hard after having a major commitment dissolve, ten years to one person is a long time, and no matter how good things are, no matter how amazing, I still worry sometimes about whether or not it's just some big show or self-delusion, and whether or not the whole thing could come crashing down at any given time.
I don't think it will. But I don't know for sure. Watching. Waiting. Being a good person.
Hope.
Been to the club a couple of times since then. I've taken the first few steps into meeting all the people I talk about, and so far I've been really happy.
I have actual names for the Ballerina, Strawberry and Augustin. I had already made friends with Knoah, but that is progressing a bit deeper, I added him on Facebook, and he seems like a pretty cool cat. I know who the Bookeeper is, although I haven't said much to her yet, and a new friend, now the Mad Hatter, says hi on a regular basis.
Know these people is a bit different than just watching them, but I've been reminded lately that becoming involved in one's life is just as important as living it. So I'm trying.
I get kind of nervous now though. Before, I could just go and hang out, there wasn't anything to hold or maintain. Now that there are all these connections, the visits seem.. weightier somehow. Almost like a responsibility. Still, I feel its going in the right direction, so lets see how it plays out.
The Muse has been especially wonderful of late, we've talked about her moving into my house. I'm pretty excited, but I'm also pretty anxious about whats going to happen in the future.
I made some pretty big mistakes in my past, and I don't want to see them repeated. It's hard after having a major commitment dissolve, ten years to one person is a long time, and no matter how good things are, no matter how amazing, I still worry sometimes about whether or not it's just some big show or self-delusion, and whether or not the whole thing could come crashing down at any given time.
I don't think it will. But I don't know for sure. Watching. Waiting. Being a good person.
Hope.
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