So I was sitting around

So I was sitting around the house pouting, and decided fuggit, I’m going alone. And it was a very non-depressing experience. I walked right in to the hall and took my place at the left-center of the stage (hee, guess I’m always a little left of center). Between the opening act and The The, I was able to turn and sit and people-watch. There were an awful lot of people there solo. I hadn’t really started out self-conscious, but this felt good nonetheless. We were all just there to see Matt.

The The put on a great show. During the first half they were professional and performing beautifully, but seemed low-energy. After being called back the the stage a couple times, Matt finally admitted that it had been a hard tour so far and “he and the lads were a bit drunk from lack of sleep.” That seemed to help him relax, and he started bantering with the audience. We ate it up–these were some very rabid fans. I heard the man behind me say “this guy writes my diary”. He’s also the man that yelled “Where’s Johnny Marr?”, but we’ll forgive him for that.

The set list was a sweet mix of the new NakedSelf album and older cuts. Toward the end of the show, I had despaired of hearing my own favorite, Love is Stronger Than Death, but then Matt stepped up to the mic to say this was the last song, and the opening strains of Love started. I almost cried. The girl behind me gasped “this is my favorite song”…she actually was crying as we left the hall. It’s that kind of song. It was that kind of show. Even a mile-long walk home in the rain hasn’t dampened my mood.

So in closing tonight’s blog, I’ll repeat what the guy behind me kept yelling: “WE LOVE YOU MATT!”

I've been cruising blogs. Being

I’ve been cruising blogs. Being new to this, I am just beginning to develop favorites, but I’m noticing some patterns. There definitely seem to be a couple of cliques, some groups of attitudes. Not necessarily a bad thing, it just is. I can’t help but wonder what I’ve gotten myself into. Am I stepping on any toes? Copying an idea? Not copying an idea when I should? Do I care? Probably not. I only like to fit in up to a point. I can’t continue to be disenfranchised and misunderstood if everyone likes me.

I do know why I’m here, though. Because bloggers are some of the best designers on the web. Beautiful stuff. Inspiring stuff. To me, the blog itself is just gravy–I’m there to look at the pretty pages. Which is funny, when you consider this page. When it comes to my design, it’s minimalism all the way. I only like pretties on other peoples’ pages. But hey, bloggers, thanks for being stunning. I’ve learned a lot from you.

Well it's getting later and

Well it’s getting later and everyone is busy. Makes sense–it’s a gorgeous day. I’m a little more hurt than I should be probably–I’ve been looking forward to this show for a while. Guess I’ll just count on Matt to come back to P-town.

What a day. The rant

What a day. The rant about losing a friend may have a happy ending after all. I sent him the link. He wrote me back. Things look good. I’m hopeful–I really miss the butthead.

In bad news today, my date for The The can’t go, for reasons I won’t divulge. I figure this is a place for me to spew, and spewing too much about others is rude. Most of the time. She can get her own blog. So anyway, I’m scrambling for someone else to go with. I’ll do a lot of things alone–movies, restaurants, sex…but going to a concert alone is just depressing. Dave…Megan…call me baaack…

Up less than a week

Up less than a week and had to re-design. I shouldn’t look at other blogs. Makes me feel inferior. Still not happy with the logo, but I can work on it.

Guess I don’t have much to say this morning. Except this: the worst thing about drinking a six-pack of Dew is that you don’t have any left for breakfast the next day.

Oh, charming, woke up to

Oh, charming, woke up to some e-mail from myself this morning, from an account I haven’t used in ages. Cookie issues? Possibly. No more cookies for me. Prankster? Even more likely, since it’s a highly visible free ISP account. Bleah.

And Battlefield Earth gave me nightmares.

But all is not lost. I get a blue streak in my hair today. Yep, the trend is almost dead, so it’s time for me to ride it. Yipee!

Just got back from watching

Just got back from watching Battlefield Earth. I laughed my ass off. Of course, the movie wasn’t funny. It was so not funny that it was funny. From the opening post-apocalyptic cliches to the endless maniacal cackling of the Psychlos, a regular laugh-riot. The best thing about this movie are the reviews that try to describe John Travolta. Like the one at IMDB that calls him ” a Jamaican trapped in a KISS video”. Priceless.

Two of my faves won

Two of my faves won Webbies. Adbusters uses the slickness of the very medium it denigrates to make its point–in American society today, we are slaves to the ad-man’s message. And the message doesn’t mean anything. As for cockybastard.com–great going! John’s philosophy brightens the web on a daily basis. Much deserved.

Okay, I've officially joined the

Okay, I’ve officially joined the ranks of powazek worshippers. I kept running into his site as I was cruising blogs and thinking it was cool. Then I ran into this. I was stunned. I immediately headed back to his main site the look more closely. Found that one of my faves, where I hung out briefly, was his gig. So, okay, I’m a fan. I wonder if he’d mind being a crush-o-the-week?

It isn't perfect, and I

It isn’t perfect, and I can’t get the freakin’ thing to center, but I did set up a guestbook. I like that better than email. More interactive, and all that rot. Sorry about the ads. Go here to make yourself feel better.