I Have No Idea
20 January 1999
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I Have No Idea
20 January 1999
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10:03 PM: I don't know how old or new or happening or passe this Tuatara band is, I just found the CD lying around here at wonk, and it makes excellent soundtrack music. Except sometimes you think maybe the CD is skipping, but it's just that the songs sound a little samey after a while. It's a good kind of samey, though.
Very dramatic view across the Bay this afternoon. I could see what seemed to be the lights on the giant Guardian Dogs at the Port of Oakland, but the rest of the East Bay was under low dark storm clouds. Even Treasure Island faded into the fog just past where it met the Bay Bridge. The water had that green-steel storm color. Highland weather again. If only it could get like this without the subsequent storms. Neutered weather.
Uhhhh..... jeez. Drool much? A name-withheld friend of mine gave me a jar of Reefer Butter for Christmas, and it's not made out of coral if you know what I mean. More powerful than brownies, I'm given to understand. It's still sitting in my refrigerator, though. I think I just don't have any motivation to get stoned, because most of the time I'm already 2/3 of the way there on my own. The only thing missing is the munchies, and I can live without that right now.
Speaking of enjoying altered states of consciousness, Sean lent me tapes of 6 episodes from the first season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which I'd never seen. Very silly, imagine that, but smart. I started out to just watch the first two (two per tape) and ended up watching all of it at one sitting, and still wanted more, more! Then again, I have that problem with satiety...
I of course like the little nerdy one, Willow (Alyson Hannigan), the best. She actually does kind of remind me of Mary, lost love of my life, as she was back in high school. That's what makes the series work, in a way - I totally would have hung out with vampire killers in high school. It'd've been that or the Drama Club, hard choice.
Sarah Michelle Gellar is cute too, I guess. She's good and all. But she's got that slotted nose thing, like Rosanna Arquette. It's not quite a Kevin Bacon nose but it's a little too close.
It's fun to watch her fight, though. Tiny Fists of Fury! Heh. She needs to get some kung fu movie people in to work on the staging. Too many implausible pauses in the fights. One does not stand around conveniently waiting for the offstage business to complete before attacking, when one is a soulless creature of Hell.
I was noticing this morning that since I started to worry about begin dead in 10 or 20 years, I haven't thought once about losing my hair. So I guess it all balances out.
I should just point that Bio link right here, except then I'd probably get in trouble for claiming to be a doctor. "I'm not really a poet, I'm a verse practicioner!" I can do this stuff because you can't hurt me from there.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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