http://www.examiner.com/examiner/x-44265-Minneapolis-Gay-Bars-Examiner~y2010m4d29-The-thrifty-Minneapolis-gay-The-Saloon

But I feel like I’m learning fast. 
By my own ridiculous standards, anyway.

P’raps I should put these article thingamajoos in a different file from now on..

http://www.examiner.com/examiner/x-44265-Minneapolis-Gay-Bars-Examiner~y2010m4d10-The-Thrifty-Minneapolis-Gay-Chapter-1-The-Eagle

Terrifying.

I feel like this should be much cooler, but there’s something unsettling about having your psyche on public display for anyone to critiqueANDBEFORETHEIRONYSINKSIN- I have the ability to burn all my postings here should I feel the desire to , whereas as I understand, my Eagle posting has characteristics of permanency that would make a Zales Jeweler blush.

Was that last part a bit pretentious?  Eh, I don’t mind so much  
BECAUSE I CAN ERASE IT EVENTUALLY.

…Maybe it’ll get cooler.  /slash/ more comfortable soon. 

In the meantime, a bit of uncharacteristically cute sentiment from Kit:

2 little girls [sisters, I imagine] said nothing, smiled up at me, and put dandelion heads in my hand as they walked past me this afternoon.   I smiled.

Heavy Rain was a once in a lifetime experience.  Unless people start catching onto the amazement that it was and start throwing money at David Cage.  Then it’s a ‘once every few years until one of you dies’ experience. 

christallweaklythatwasagoodgame

Also.  The Minnesota Orchestra is having a Video Games Live themed night this Saturday.  I am poor.  There is extremely limited seating left.

If you need me, I’m that fellow attempting to distract himself with any and anything for the duration of the concert.  “What shade of paint is that…?  Taupe..?”

Ooh, on that note, kiiiiinda sorta striving for apathy on the Silly Sir of the East sitcheeation, as L+H are simply opposite sides of the same coin.  Read:  I hate him.  I love him.  etc.etc.

Internet Memes aside; Quotable Kitters haz Quote.

“When you place yourself above everyone, it makes it difficult to relate to them.  Your isolation is rooted in narcissism.”

…not that I’m thinking about anyone in pertix or anytin’..

Heavy Rain in *2* days, evvruhbuddy.  I’ma cuttin’ off that finger.

Yes i am drunk.

I wandered the ‘streets’ on the phone with a person I barely know in real life who, in real life, does indeed live in New York at the moment.  He attempted to give me directions to his apartment [as I was lost and a bit nervous about it], with little success.

In my wandering, I encountered my old roommate, who for some reason now had a bit of Asian in his Irish/Scottish [?] heritage.  He was a famed talk show host in the city, though perhaps *infamous* is a better descriptor, as somehow I was clued in that his onstage persona is extremely debaucherous and often imbibing of illicit items.

I woke up eventually.

["Oh dear god, resist the urge to say he looks like Joe Pesci from Raging Bull oh GOD resist the urge to tell him he looks like Joe Pesci from Raging Bull"]  “…Mm….. Mm….!!”

“That’s what you like- yeah?”  *haphazard/generally misplaced physical force*  “TELL ME THAT’S WHAT YOU LIKE.”

["dork dork dork dork definitelyshouldhavestayedhome whatadweeb"]  “…Mm!” *mumblemum* ["If I can't force myself to even 'hypothetically' enjoy this, hopefully he'll misinterpret mumbling into something other than emasculating"]

Frank Sinatra is in the background.  For some reason.

“…..!  ……!!!  !!!!!   …………..Phew!  That was great.  Well, uh… I’ve got a lot of stuff to do today…. I have to get up at 7…”

*epic blinking post- 4 minutes of failblog worthy mise en scene*

Unsolicited-yet-felt-necessary [and tactful!] protips were provided- in hopes of sparing a future special someone seeking anything more than laughable dreck; which was unfortunately received in an unfavorable fashion despite the best of efforts [hell, *I'd* be sensitive in that {lack of} position].

Scratch unfavorable.

…wait, I can do that myself.

Unfavorable

Insert- [all irony aside] massive prickedly

Unfortunately, that resulted in my declaration…

“With musical taste such as yours, I expected more class.”

…

…

…

But I may or may not stand wholeheartedly and self assuredly behind that zinger.

[to be continued...]

So I have a job interview come the 21st.  All hail Obama umbrella’d government positions, even if only fleet o’clock long.

*dressed to disc destress; with Silent Hill 2 I’ve been blessed*

Maybe.  -But-, in specific circumstances a second wrong thrown in the mix can create *balance*, which can be interpreted by some [read: me] as ‘Justice’, of which can be seen as righter than ‘right’ in the… correct context.

…If you took the time to sort through the above; welcome to Semanticsville.  It’s a bigger metropolis than you might think.

His business card is currently the bookmark for my copy of American Psycho.

[disclaimer:  the following is not good writing.  I'm tired, the dreams are patchy, and it definitely shows]

*While walking through bohemian-esque slums full of tents selling bits of art and clothing, non-ex-guy-pal S.S.O.T.E stumbled out of a bigger tent sporting a giant black afro wig with a silver sparkly suit, and was a host for a small college T.V. game show akin to SCSU’s “Triviaholix”.  He offered me a ride in the backseat of his chevy while his arms were around two random chesty girls, but I, feeling general disdain @ him + girls, chose to ride on the hood of the car instead– sporting a surprisingly strong grip on the windshield wipers while a Dukes of Hazard esque police chase commenced.

*I was part of a modern day Dungeons and Dragons-esque group of folk on these pseudo-futuristic rooftops, helping fight against some supernatural evil deity.  This is the fuzziest dream, but I know that at one point I definitely was forced to jump off a skyscraper and recite some bizarre incantation where upon a giant ethereal tarot card was manifested and… did some bizarre violent happenstance.

*In the middle of nowhere Minnesota in the heart of Winter, Liz and I were the adopted twins of a young, psychotic & homicidal Daniel Plainview living in a mansion-like residence with surroundings akin to real-life David’s home setup.  Daniel was always frighteningly quiet, straing off into the distance most of the time, and Liz n’ myself would occasionally bear witness to him murdering one of the house servants in a rage.  Apparently Liz had spied upon a painting he made of the 3 of us holding hands, so we knew that we were loved by him [?], and were *mostly* safe from his homicidal tendencies.  My grandmother was present & comatose, fixed in a contraption comparable to what Hannibal Lecter was in during his court hearing[s], and was somehow affiliated with Daniel.  A plain looking, clean cut cult was…. involved.. and Daniel coldly killed a few while they were wandering outside [sorry this is definitely choppy writing], as I was escaping through a basement tunnel that led into a casino, a group of female courtesan spectres attempted to accost me and bring me back to Daniel.  I managed to distract one of them by offering to play an obscure card game one of the tables was hosting with me, and she agreed.  approximately 45 seconds of her trying to teach me the complexities of the game ensued, with my frustration level rising to the point of waking up for 30 seconds before falling asleep again.
Luckily the dream continued, with me going back to Daniel Plainview, Liz, and comatose grandma, and somehow it was conveyed to me that everyone in the house was actually dead.  They appeared to be the walking dead in the ‘Japanese shibito’ style, with pale skin, white eyes, mouths stitched shut into smiles and the like.  When it became clear that I was indeed going to die no matter my desire, I asked Daniel to make it as painless as possible– to which he agreed before giving me the 5 point palm exploding technique kill bill style.  4 uncomfortable seconds later, “I” died, and woke up with a racing heartbeat .

Sheesh.