Still terrifying.

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..

Freelance Foray

April 10, 2010

Terrifying.

 

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 :P, 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.

Well, hell’s bells!

April 9, 2010

“-I need to keep throwing words in here”, to finish up the inital exclamation.  If not to train for the FORAY INTO FREELANCE WRITING THAT STARTED HOLY SHIT, then so as to distance my perceived persona from the Winter Blues Musedness that was.   …As it’s sunny n’ warm out now.  n’chipper!

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..?”

But for right now…. it feels like Anger is what happens when love and hate can’t make up their minds about one another.  Usually with some sort of L+H clash involved.

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.

It was very similar to FFVII’s Midgar, only that there were multiple plates vertical to one another, with various shopping areas, bus transit spots, and general crazy urban vibrations.

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.

the big Z

February 5, 2010

“Ya like that?  YA LIKE THAT!?!”

[“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.

a hint of misogyny is implied by the title.  feel free to throw in a couple “wo”‘s in front of any would be offending letters.

[to be continued…]