Oh those fucking spammers! While I run software to try and keep them at bay they have figured out how to get around it and post comments to the site. The last few days I’ve had to manually delete a dozen or so comments which managed to find their way through the filters. To shut down these bastards I am going to implement a new policy of turning off comments for posts which are more than seven days old.
To make matters harder, my webhost seems to be having problems as well. As I try to turn off comments I am getting timeout problems.
Those Pornographers Were Fully Clothed
After a smashing beef brisket dinner at the Yacht Club the group shambled over to Variety Playhouse for the show. To my pleasure we arrived while Immaculate Machine was still on stage. I enjoyed their set enough to buy their latest cd while on a beer run during Emma Pollack’s set.
Pollack’s set was alright. It was aptly described as “white rice” by Terri.
The Pornographers took the stage and knocked out a really decent set of music. Within their initial set they played the majority of the “known” songs from the band’s catalog. To their credit they also peppered the set with a little crowd banter, including a somewhat funny exchange between AC (Carl) Newman and the crowd as he held up the show until people stopped yelling out song titles.
The band played (at least) two encore sets. I was present for the first, but since the clock had progressed past midnight as the second encore started I cashed in my chips and headed home.
To my fellow concert-goers (those being the ones around my friends and not my friends). I’ve asked this before, but WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP DURING THE SHOW!!!!????!!!! Why people continue to be so damn inconsiderate and hold conversations during a concert baffles me. I am adding the following two band names to my list of names in case I ever start a band.
– Shut The Fuck Up!
– Stop Talking
If you are considering starting a band you have my permission to use either.
For my companions who wish to relive the experience without the joy of being near me, and without the frustrations of being around the asshats near us, check out the New Pornographers’ concert recorded in Washington DC a few nights ago by NPR.
And as far as I am concerned never Happy Hallowe’en.
ITP Flickr Pic
I don’t think that it’s very easy to take photos of jack-o-lanterns. Try it tonight and see for yourself. btw- When this was taken I was also inebriated so that might have made it a wee little bit harder.
Did I achieve happiness? No, far from it actually?
Will I be able to take Sarah’s advice from yesterday to be more accepting of myself? Hopefully, but probably not. Before you jump down my throat, here is my reasoning…
People have told me for a long time to love myself. Well, that’s been more than a little difficult since I have been fairly unsuccessful in getting women to love me. It’s rather a vicious cycle.
Picture a rubber ball (a red-striped pink Spalding ball for those who grew up in the 1970’s). With each successive bounce the ball fails to bounce as high as it did previously. If the height of the ball represents my confidence, and therefore my ability to love myself, then with each rejection it’s height shrinks. Under its current course it will eventfully it will be flat at which point I give up completely.
To me the “no one will love you until you love yourself” concept is a difficult to grasp as the “no one will hire you unless you have experience, but how do you get experience if no one will hire you” paradox.
Perhaps The Scariest Thing To Be Seen Tonight
Will be the sight of me attempting to run. That’s right. Damn the torpedoes I will be at George’s tonight for a run. Who knows, perhaps I’ll even stop at a few houses for some candy. I will be in a costume after all — running gear.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – What mood don’t I have today? My body is raging with emotion.
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Built To Spill — “You Were Right” (btw- my favorite Built To Spill song)
Website Of The Day – For a long time I pimped Gmap Pedometer as the site to use for planning running maps. I’ve recently heard of Running Map, which seems to be a viable competitor.
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Monthly Mileage – 16 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – Marta
1) Find happiness