I have another confession:
I don't like punk.
I've tried, oh Lord how I've tried! And I thought a couple of Save Ferris covers were cute, and Pennywise covers (didn't they do "Brown-Eyed Girl"?), but that's the thing- nothing original there! All covers! (Of 50s songs, no less!) I thought Tilt's "Berkley Pier" was kinda sweet, and actually got to singing it in the shower. But when it comes to their other stuff.... and I downloaded a lot... it's all just noise. I can't hear any words. In fact, the one I liked best was "I Dream" (resurrection mix?) It has no words! It sounds like a super-techno Enigma! So that's it, I've come down to the conclusion I'm just not cut out for punk. I'm ok with Dropkick Murphys (thanks to Phil), but I don't actually like them. 
I tried Millencolin- again with the words and the hearing. Punk's just too fast for me, it makes me feel like my Dad, when he can't tell what the hell Avril's saying. Or anyone I listen to, for that matter.
What I do like is rock. I love Bif. She's great. Very Betty Page. And Live on Release, they're kinda cute (especially Leah.)
But it's not punk. And hey, man... I'm cool with that ;) Loz and C to the contrary....
7:23pm
R's got to work late and isn't coming over. =( Sad.
From the Toronto Star (L3):
- During an hour's swimming at a municiple pool, you will ingest one-twelfth of a litre of urine.
- In an average day, your hands will come into indirect contact with 15 penises (touching door handles, etc.) [the Dark Side of "6 degrees of separation"]
- An average person's yearly fast food intake will contain 12 pubic hairs [guess the "Puppetry of the Penis" guys had to go back to their McDonalds' day jobs...]
- In a year, you will have swallowed 14 insects -- while you slept
- Annually, you will shake hands with 11 women who have recently played with themselves and failed to wash their hands
- In a lifetime, 22 workmen will have examined the contents of your dirty laundry basket
- At an average wedding reception, you have a one in 100 chance of getting a cold sore from one of the guests
- Daily, you will breathe in one litre of other people's anal gases [guess my share would quadruple on the weekends I go over to R's, with Matt there too.... Kidding, sweetie! Sort of...;) ]
10:33pm
=( R's still at work. Miss him. It's been a week- that's a long time for us. How did I ever do the LDR thing, even superficially?
On the other hand... he has Tuesday and Wednesday off, and then Thursday he's in at the new store near the Bay subway station ;) And where do I have class, Thursdays? VIC! ;) And what subway station is Vic near? BAY! (Well, Museum, too, but hey....) In fact, every day I have class, all this year, I have one at Vic. Yay! ;) Get to see him more.
Now I just gotta convince Byron that Friday is a better day to be taking me out to lunch to talk about jobbing than Wednesday, cuz I want a day with R to
celebratepsychologically prepare for the move...Readin' Barthes and "Fifth Business"
Listenin' to "I Love Myself Today" (Bif)
Thinkin' about R getting out of workThis is a Diaryland project. Background image by Digital Hooligan (mah man!) If you try to steal bits of it, I'll come to your house and eat your goldfish. So don't. Most recently I was
