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Wow, time flies... [30 Jun 2009|05:12pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

3 years and 1 day to say goodbye. Needless to say, I'm abandoning LJ and its longform blog-type posting for several reasons:

* I've severely curtailed my online time and relocated it to other endeavors, naming improving my l33t ski11z (holla 2003!) on the bass (which I'm happy to say has indeed improved by leaps and bounds. Now hire me, damn it), attempting to keep on a workout schedule and eating better (I'm now like Michael Weston in that 50% of my daily intake is in the form of low-fat yogurt), and managed to hyper-extend both my knees and ankles in the space of 10 days) and practicing being in pain (which also has improved by leaps and bounds, and that I'd like to turn into an Olympic Sport/Paying Occupation ;-)

* After leaving Kentucky for the haven that is Akron, it's obvious that my posts slowly declined and faded to nothingness in less than a year. In retrospect, I was at my best in terms of writing when my life was confused, painful, and honestly pretty damn unhappy. Being happy (certainly not in every way, but in far more in both ways and amount of time) has a certain method of dragging the muse from you, and I've simply had little to write about. I always wanted to write about "something", and posting "The Venture Brothers is MADE OF WIN" isn't exactly my idea of a strong literary idea in this format.

* However, that doesn't mean I'm abandoning the friendships that I've gained from LJ, that I hope are still out there, and that this post might wake up: I'm simply moving it to another forum. Yes, Sports Fans, you can now reach me @ http://twitter.com/ianperge. To set a few ground rules and answer the thought-of questions, yes - I'm moving to where the Cool Kids now are. Deal with it - I believe that the shortpost nature of the format will allow me to keep up as well as inform all of what I'm up to without it feeling like a chore to me, shouting "You'll get nothing and like it!" at the screen and shutting down my laptop, which has pretty much been the past 3+ years. Yes, this means the end of multiple pages of the oddities of My Life and Stories From Within: As I stated above, the nature of my current life doesn't allow for a great deal of those that I feel are worthy of a public forum. And http://twitter.com/ianperge is a Social Experiment/work-in-progress - I'm still not sure how I'll feel about going back to even a semi-online life, and reserve the right to halt it at any time I see fit (I actually had those rights without mentioning them to you, but Cher and Cher alike...). And to any-and-all that have seen fit to e-mail me in the past 3 years, my sincere apologies: I think I had a stroke in the area of the brain that controls timely responses. I'm wading through my cramped in-boxes, and will get back to you asap. Or you could simply e-mail me again with the heading "douchebag" as the subject...

So come see me on the Other Side. The posts will be shorter, but I believe you'll get a better sense of who I currently am as opposed to the Nothingness that has been this for the past 1097 days.

It's been,
~I

Edit: Fine, I'll answer comments in this post but this post only! Jeebus, people - I've got painkillers to take, "House" to watch, and thus a vicious circle begins... ;-)

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F*ck James Blunt up his lilly-white a** [29 Jun 2006|01:27pm]
[ mood | angry ]

Blunt goes back on his word, screws the nicest guy in music.

That's it. You can hijack our airplanes and crash them into skyscrapers. You can start a "War on Terror" using false info. You can send a generation of mainly lower-class kids off to a war/peacekeeping effort they're not trained to do. You can have Big Business controlling our Government, you can poison the environment, you can deny an entire generation healthcare, and you can create disposable pop music such as James Blunt has.

...but you do not mess with Weird Al, dammit!

Download You're Pitiful, tell James Blunt to grow a backbone and the record industry to get tossed.

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Music soothes the savag... well, fairly passive Ian [28 Jun 2006|01:18am]
[ mood | ecstatic ]

Nine Inch Nails. Bauhaus. Seats in Row 16...

It's going to take a few days to recover from the intensity of this one.

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As I inch closer to The Now... [22 Jun 2006|02:45am]
[ mood | tired ]



...an order for two of these was placed today: a 60GB 5th Generation in Black for myself as well a 60GB refurbished 4th Generation iPod photo for troisbalances, as she cares not a wit about video playback. I care not much more, but it will be nice to be able to catch the inevitable episodes of "Battlestar Galactica" that I'll end up missing in season three…

At the very least, I now won't be stuck listening to the Adult Contemporary music piped in at Physical Therapy center I'm attending. More than the aerobic workouts, more than the maddening balancing exercises, weightwork or the inevitable horrifically painful stretching at the end of the sessions, the music was pain personified. I can stand a pulled hamstring - that simply needs alternating ice, heat, and Vicodin. There's no such easy cure for Jack Johnson.

Any recommendations as to headphones, as I've heard about the bundled set. I'd like to keep to under the price of the iPod actual, however. I've heard good things about the Shure E2c's, but the Etymotic Research's ER-6i are the proverbial Shit when it comes to fairly inexpensive sound quality and comfort. However, and pardon the pun, I'm all ears...

Anyone that can guess my engraving gets my everlasting love - here's a hint; it's been used in this journal multiple times as both a subject as well as post material, and very much fits the subject matter. What, you wanted money if you get it right?!? How do you think I paid for that above?
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New Musical Terms [17 Jun 2006|10:21am]
[ mood | Fuckin' knee. Understand? ]

From the "Stickwire" (Chapman Stick) mailinglist, originally by Tom Hurd on piano-teachers@yahoo.com)

In order to keep you abreast of the ever-developing world of musical terminology, we provide herewith the latest additions to the esteemed Harvard Dictionary of Music:

  • Allregretto: When you're 16 measures into the piece and realize you took too fast a tempo.

  • Angus Dei: To play with a divinely beefy tone.

  • A Patella: Accompanied by knee-slapping.

  • Appologgiatura: A composition that you regret playing.

  • Approximatura: A series of notes not intended by the composer, yet played with an "I meant to do that" attitude.

  • Approximento: A musical entrance that is somewhere in the vicinity of the correct pitch.

  • Cacophany: A composition incorporating many people with chest colds.

  • Coral Symphony: A large, multi-movement work from Beethoven's Caribbean Period.

  • Dill Piccolini: An exceedingly small wind instrument that plays only sour notes.

  • Fermantra: A note held over and over and over and over and...

  • Fermoota: A note of dubious value held for indefinite length.

  • Fiddler Crabs: Grumpy string players.

  • Flute Flies: Those tiny mosquitos that bother musicians on outdoor gigs.

  • Frugalhorn: A sensible and inexpensive brass instrument.

  • Gaul Blatter: A French horn player.

  • Gregorian Champ: The title bestowed upon the monk who can hold a note the longest.

  • Ground hog: Someone who takes control of the repeated bass line and won't let anyone else play it.

  • Placebo Domingo: A faux tenor.

  • Schmalzando: A sudden burst of music from the Guy Lombardo band.

  • The Right Of Strings: Manifesto of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Violists.

  • Spritzicato: An indication to string instruments to produce a bright and bubbly sound.

  • Tempo Tantrum: What an elementary school orchestra is having when it's not following the conductor.

  • Trouble Clef: Any clef one can't read: e.g., alto clef for pianists.

  • Vesuvioso: An indication to build up to a fiery conclusion.

  • Vibratto: Child prodigy son of the concertmaster.
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An Alphabetical Musical Meme [16 Jun 2006|03:19am]
[ mood | creative ]

Borrowed from chesterisapimp:

See how many album titles you can fill in from A-Z out of your collection! And no cheating by looking at your iTunes/iPod/WinAmp/physical collection... this is a noggin-buster

  1. "Achtung Baby", U2
  2. "Boil That Dust Speck", Mike Keneally
  3. "Cherry Lips CD-Single", Garbage
  4. "The Downward Spiral", Nine Inch Nails
  5. "Emergent", Gordian Knot
  6. "Falling Into Infinity", Dream Theater
  7. "Gentleman", Afghan Whigs
  8. "Hysteria", Def Leppard
  9. "I'm Afraid Of Americans CD-Single", David Bowie featuring Trent Reznor
  10. "Jack Of All Trades, Master Of None", Circle Of Dust
  11. "Kings Of Sleep", Stuart Hamm
  12. "The Least Worst Of", Type O Negative
  13. "Mer De Noms", A Perfect Circle
  14. "Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret", Soft Cell
  15. "Operation: Mindcrime", Queensryche
  16. "Psalm 69: The Way To Succeed & The Way To Suck Eggs", Ministry
  17. "Queen Of The Damned Original Motion Picture Soundtrack", kidneythieves
  18. "Rhinoplasty", Primus
  19. "The Shaming Of The True", Kevin Gilbert
  20. "Title Of Record", Filter
  21. "Under The Pink", Tori Amos
  22. "View", Bryan Beller
  23. "Wanderin' Star", Kira Small
  24. "X", Def Leppard
  25. "Yes, Virginia...", The Dresden Dolls
  26. "Zoolander Original Motion Picture Soundtrack", Powerman 5000
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    Ouch. Just ouch [12 Jun 2006|11:17pm]
    [ mood | sore ]

    I started Physical Therapy today for the first time since my last surgery in the spring of '00 - the real "work your ass off and then have tendons stretched you never realized you had" type, not my half-assed home version of the game show.

    I can't believe I have the energy/motivation to type the above. The idea that this is going to be twice weekly plus extra at home is somewhat damn straight frightening, but it's all for a good cause. I've had more than enough days of feeling burning acid in my muscles and then suddenly realizing, "Hey, I'm suddenly much closer to the floor than usual and it could stand to be vacuumed."

    I deserve an iPod for this. I mean, everyone who works out has an iPod, right? It's Federal Law.

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    Clearing Up A Few Things [01 Jun 2006|07:24pm]
    [ mood | contemplative ]

    • Regarding my new "Your music doesn't suck, it just sucks *for me*..." journal title. You know the music you love with all your heart, the music that lifts you up when you're at your lowest point, and that you can't imagine not existing?

      ...yeah, a good deal of people think that it sucks ass. And the same can be said about theirs, and pretty much every piece of material ever created. There's a reason why art is a subjective form, and if your skin isn't thick enough to deal with a dig now and again I suggest not discussing music in public.

      This is brought on by no one in particular - I simply heard it mentioned by a friend-of-a-friend on the commentary track of his band's latest DVD release (regarding both The Dead and They Might Be Giants, if you're wondering, also which I happen to agree with) and thought it worthy of expanding on.


    • Go out and buy The Mike Keneally Band's latest release, Guitar Therapy Live. You won't find a more challenging yet pop-infused release this side of The Dresden Dolls, and the full-length DVD included in the "Special Edition" CD/DVD set is mind-numbing. Forget what I said above - this is the greatest music ever made and everyone should own it. ;-)
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    Movie Line, I Claim Thee [31 May 2006|07:14pm]
    [ mood | mischievous ]

    "I just had a sudden irresistible urge to fall down" - Robert Downey Jr. - Less Than Zero

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    The Ultimate Showdown [30 May 2006|03:56am]
    [ mood | ecstatic ]

    ...of Ultimate Destiny!

    Lyrical and Ian Commentary Spoilers - please watch firstCollapse )

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    Why I love My Significant Other Reason Number 2,487 [18 May 2006|02:22am]
    [ mood | nostalgic ]

    ...that she'll buy me a flask from Wilson's Leather for no good reason*, simply because I want one.

    Yes, I suppose this means I'm back. There have been multiple reasons, good ones, for my (lengthy) absence, but simply by typing this I'm recommitting myself to the process that is journaling on routine basis. My apologies to all that have attempted to reach me and failed (I last checked the e-mail account linked to this a few months after the beginning of my "break", well beyond the point where they deleted my e-mail due to my absence) - again, my error and if was something important which can be remembered months later, by all means resend.

    Things will be explained, both good and bad incidences recalled, and future progress shown in a variety of forms. Many of these have already been written, which only the desire to be posted needed. What I will disclose in this message, is that things are good with the potential to become magnificent. I'm sure everyone's waiting with bated breath for *these*. ;-)

    I've also succumb to the popularity contest that is MySpace.com, but mostly for the free full-song hosting I couldn't support otherwise... mostly.

    ...one question, however - does anyone know of a LJ client that supports the new Intel-based MacBook Pro laptops? Papa's got a brand new bag. :D

    *This of course means several reason, one of which is that I'm been hemming and hawing for a flask for several months, despite any practical need for one. I like the notion of owning a flask much more than the realistic usage of one, methinks.

    Edit: Contact at livejournalian@hotmail.com has been reactivated and should be working now.

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    My Friends Have Issues [17 Oct 2005|10:52pm]
    [ mood | amused ]

    ...scratch that, subscriptions. Take, for example, Nick Nick (honestly, I've know about 12 Nicks, 17 Matts, and a googolplex of Steves. I am, however, not linking to his website for fear of his ability to blow up my PC via remote networking. He could do it, to.) Nick works in IT. It could be your IT Department, you never know. This is something Nick wrote up for Craigslist, and I break into a cold sweat before realizing I'm not Corporate Sector material. Read, laugh, and fear... and yes, he's like this in real life as well He reminds me of myself before I mellowed, and hope to dear god his newly-wedded wife is up for the challenge:

    I think it might be time for those of you who work in the corporate environment to get a bit of a refresher on your IT departments unspoken rules. It seems a few of you have forgotten what it's all about. This should provide as a reminder as to the inner workings of the corporate IT world.

    1. They are all my computers; I am only letting you borrow them. People constantly laugh at me when I say this, with no idea that I am absolutely serious. I have been given the responsibility of every computer in the office; they are all under my auspices, bar none. If I am gracious enough to give you access to one of my computers, then be nice to it. Talk to it kindly, call it a nice computer, and occasionally pat the monitor. Your computer - and your IT guy - will thank you for it. Also, this applies to printers, the network connection to the outside world, the videoconference system, and the phone system. Mine. All mine. Get it? Good.


    2. If you are going to use my stuff, then use it properly. This means LEARN ABOUT FUCKING SPYWARE. If you absolutely HAVE to go to some site during work hours (and we'll talk about this in a minute), then make sure, when the popups start showing up, you click the little black X in the upper right hand corner. Don't click the big flashing "OK" in the middle. Don't. Whatever it is you think you should do - if it's not that little gray X in the uppermost right corner, don't do it. Don't. Just. Fucking. Don't.


    3. We know. Yeah, that's right, we know. Every little site you've gone to. All the email that passes through your computers. All the instant message chats you have. We know. All of them. So the next time you decide you just HAVE to visit some idiotic website with a movie of two guys fucking a chicken, the next time you HAVE to spam emails to all your friends about the cute guy you hooked up with the other night and he gave you chlamydia, the next time you HAVE to talk to your ex-girlfriend about hooking up one more time behind your fiancée’s back, think twice about who might be reading that shit, and if you've pissed your IT guys off. Because we know.


    4. Do not take advantage of us, or our toys. It's awful nice of us to provide you with a boatload of network storage space for your own private use. Oh, and incidentally, that network storage space at work? IT'S FOR WORK PURPOSES. That means take the seventeen gigabytes of mp3s from some shitty hip-hop artist that you got from some peer-to-peer and GET THEM OFF MY FUCKING NETWORK. I won't ask nicely again. And listen to some real music - hip-hop sucks. (Note: Ian does not endorse the all-encompassing "hip-hop sucks" statement)


    5. Learn to share. Look, I realize that the computer came with Windows XP. I don't like it any more than you do. But really - that T1 we've got? It's for everyone, so you can't hog all our bandwidth by downloading the entire Fedora Core 3. Do it from home. If you want to bring it in to work and dual-boot your drive, I really don't have a problem with it. But go back to kindergarten first and realize that hoarding is a bad thing, ok? Thanks.


    6. The computer I let you use is for your use alone. This is somewhat malleable, where if someone at work needs your machine for a minute, you can let them use it. When your fourteen year old son comes to the office with you on Saturday and you let him use one of MY computers, then bitch to me about spyware, well, I'm just gonna tell you to lick the crack of my ass and spit in a cup. Sure, I'll fix your machine, but after that you're gonna have two icons on your desktop; "Go To Work" and "Go Home", and "Go Home" won't work until 5:30. Think I can't do it? Try me.


    7. Are you a Program Manager? Then keep your fucking hands off of my fucking computers. This is non-negotiable. You people could fuck up a free lunch. Get the fuck away from them or I will stab you in the neck with a pencil.


    8. Are you in sales? Please see #7. You people are worse than Program Managers. Drink bleach.


    9. Are you in Engineering? I realize that most of you have forgotten more about hardware than I will ever know. This doesn't really give you the right to attempt to overclock the PC I've let you use to Ludicrous Speed. Please use discretion. Attempting to eke out a few hundred more hertz is fine; requisitioning a Freon Cooling Unit because 3.06G just isn't fast enough is a little overkill. Trust me.


    10. Oh, so you have a laptop of your own? Keep. It. Off. My. Network. If I catch an unknown machine anywhere on my net (please see #3), I will fuck that machine up so badly your high-school TI calculator will be a Beowulf Cluster compared to your new paperweight. Also, I don't fix home computers. Tough shit. I hope you get herpes.


    11. If you want something from your IT Department, email is your friend. This is a bit of a pet peeve of mine, but still - if you need something from me, email it to me. Don't blindly call me, don't magically materialize next to my desk and sit there while I'm working on something, waiting for me to pay attention to you - email it to me. I'm not doing shit for you until I have a paper trail originating from you about it. You can follow up with a phone call, that's fine; you can come over and say, "I just shot you an email, can we discuss?" - that's fine too. If you just come over and leer at me while I'm in the middle of something, I will ignore you, and mentally give you cancer with my mind.


    12. Anti-virus software. Look, people, it's there for a fucking reason. Don't try to shut it off, please? Can we at least agree on that? We spent a lot of money on that software so that it would be up and running all the time, and it's not really my fault if you have fifty applications open and "the anti-virus software is slowing my machine down!!" So I'll make a deal with you; if you don't shut my anti-virus software on my computers off, I won't shove an abacus straight up your ass. Ok? Good.
    Following these 12 simple steps will make for a far more pleasing work environment. I guarantee it.

    Thanks for reading.

    (I realize I might have posted this within the last year, but fuck it - it's just that funny. "Drink Bleach"?!? ;)
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    Best. Pants. EVER. [10 Oct 2005|04:44am]
    [ mood | indescribable ]

    Two posts in to hours. Who'd have thunk it?

    "We all make mistakes. We date the wrong people for too long. We chew gum with our mouths open. We say inappropriate things in front of grandma.

    And we buy leather pants."


    ...and I still want a pair, damnit, Even it I swear 5 lbs of water in them, even if I can't move and have to be carted around on some type of dolly, I want a pair. It's the residual rockstar wannabe in me.

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    With-ah Live-ah [10 Oct 2005|03:34am]
    [ mood | rejuvenated ]

    If you get it, cool. If you don't, it's a NIN-recent album-live show gag, of which we had the extreme pleasure of attending tonight. For various reasons, mostly centered as a "gasoline on fire inside my thighs" feeling I'm going to postpone the full-blown description of the show until later... no, it's troisbalances' birthday and we'll be going out to dinner (Thai or Italian, her choice.) Okay, make that tomorr... oh, it'll happen when it happens. I'm still working on getting back in the swing of LJ-ing on a weekly basic, nevermind daily. But I'll sum up the past two weeks thusly:

    • I took a combined medical/family/"vacation" trip back to NY last week. It sucked merrily, due to none of the former - which is fairly surprising, given my medical/family/vacation issues I have. Yes, I said I have "vacation issues". Trust me, if you'd had been on the "Rafting Trip 'o Doom" this summer, you'd say the same.


    • NIN did indeed rock hardcore, hometown-style (Cleveland is as early as you can get unless you're going to count Mercer, Penn.) Very energetic compared to the Fragility shows due simply to the musical direction of the current-at-the-time albums, and I wasn't half-bad sporting the "man-skirt" as well as katytowell's genius shirt in terms of gothy fashion. It was also nice to hear Jeordie "Twiggy" White take the bull by the horns and actually play formerly synth-bass parts on an actual bass with a healthy amount of distortion. Actually, more "unhealthy" but you're at a rock concert, not getting a latte enema. I have no earthly idea where that last line came from.


    • Best line of the night, from troisbalances at dinner before the show: "What's the best thing about U2?..."

      "They're never be known as 'The Old Coldplay'"


    • Ouch, but the truth hurts.
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    The Building and Release of Pressure [21 Sep 2005|03:53pm]
    [ mood | accomplished ]

    I'll let you in on a 'lil secret.

    ...I went crazy the past year. Not in a "smearing feces on the wall" fashion, but in a "I'm trapped in my location, not doing anything productive, and there's nothing on the horizon". Trust me, actual insanity might have been a better choice, as there was little that realistically could have been done. Except plan for the future, you see. If dreaming about it helps, perhaps working for it might be even better. So since the Spring of '04, I've been in what you'd term in Baseball a "Rebuilding Year" (and then some) in regards to my gear for when we would finally leave Mount Sterling. Wherever we would land, which was very much unknown at that point, it would have to be better then were I was then (both due to local and well as mentally) and there would be music to be played. Over the course of 18 months and purchasing, paying down debt, rinsing and repeating, the following major purchases managed to make their way into my grubby hands:

    Cut for overly-generous photo usageCollapse )

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    ...and September as well [21 Sep 2005|03:13pm]
    [ mood | Half-Zaftig ]

    I'm starting to wonder about the idea of even recalling the adventures of this summer, or to start anew. Sure, there were calamities, adventures, discoveries, pain, a lack of time, many miles put on the car, the death of mine (1993 Plymouth Colt, she served me well), insane cats, the Rediscovery of Cable, High-Speed Internet, and Unlimited Long-Distance (I'm now only a semi-hermit now, having gotten in touch with some very old friends)... but does it really need to be brought up?

    ...and then I realized, "Hey, I've got an already-written e-mail that discussed most of these points, and with five minutes of reworking could easily sum up." So prepare for the summation of the agony and the ecstasy of last summer, and to which if you already received it via e-mail and have a complaint about the lack on originality (Yes, you Adam) I say to you:

    *Raspberry*

    New news in 15 minutes. News I've been dying to share...

    Friends, family, and people I generally don't loath:

    Firstly, you are simply too large a bunch of people. Frankly, I didn't think I *knew* this many people, let alone be able to call you "friends". In the interests of compressing future e-mails, I suggest that people on this list start dating each other.

    ...wait, I've done the whole "set-up" thing in the past. Brian M., sorry about those six months back in 1996. ;-)

    Well, it's been quite a while since I had any news big enough to send out via a mass e-mail, and this certainly counts as such. After three years (the last of which had me holding onto my sanity by a thread) troisbalances and I have escaped... err, "moved" from Kentucky to Akron, OH where she'll be starting her doctorate in Psychology.

    If you're getting this you know me well enough to have heard me bitch about living in the middle of nowhere surrounded by rednecks. I can now say that "COPS", while based on stereotypes, is based on stereotypes firmly rooted in reality: i.e. the "I luuuvv you!!!" domestic violence scene, which were our neighbors on a monthly basis. Add to that a move up that involved the moving truck blowing an inside tire and thus being 3 hours behind us as well as Kitty Valium (TM) not working and a consistent stream of "merp... merp... merp" and you can imagine the language coming out of our mouths through Eastern Kentucky and West "Fuckin'" Virginia.

    However, 3 weeks in Akron has managed to push all of that to the dark recesses of my memory. It's a great "Little City/Large Town" with plenty to do, see, eat, etc. within a 15 minute drive and very close to a great deal of others, as opposed to the 45 minutes simply to drive to Lexington, the closest version of civilization down there. Add to that a vastly improved living space with about 250 square feet more living space, a heated pool, actual *cable* and high-speed Internet, and non-arrested neighbors all for *less* money per square foot and if you guessed "Ian is squealing like a schoolgirl" you're right on the money.

    The waiting paid off...

    The Good

    1. Watching troisbalances get hooded for her Master of Science degree. Lord knows she worked various body parts off for it.

    2. Seeing Fishbone for $4 in bar tips thanks to the wonder of free street team tickets and drink coupons.

    3. Discovering Malibu Rum & OJ at said show.

    4. My Grandparents. More about that later, and in private.

    5. Getting the apartment at the top of our list.


    The Bad

    1. The ability in which Rael can resist Kitty Valium (TM) and utter a stream of "merp...merp...merp..." for six hours straight.

    2. The moving truck blowing an inside tire that was too small to begin with, causing a three hour delay between us and them.

    3. Our Government the last few weeks. I'm calling a do-over.</i>


    The Ugly
    1. The shifting of all our stuff during said blow-out. Luckily we lost only a few minor things (cheap bookshelves, etc) but it certainly wasn't a pretty sight upon the opening of that back door.

    2. scarred2112 and troisbalances on a raft during our "vacation". Note the idea of rafting in the abstract isn't ugly, it's when we're informed that it's not a leisurely drift but EXTREME CLASS 3-5 RAPIDS!!!11!! that the ugliness emerges. Namely in my language, her muscles, and my immobile back for 3 days. This confirms I'm a fruity drink kinda guy in terms of relaxation.

    3. The fact that 45 days after moving out, we still haven't received out Pet Deposit back.
    Fin. I start anew...
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    I'll be damned if I don't post at least *once* in August [31 Aug 2005|11:48pm]
    [ mood | content ]

    Jesus, and I missed the entirety of July as well. Apparently time flies when you're busy as hell.

    As this post is just meant as a "restart" to my journaling after a period when it (unfortunately) needed to take a backseat to other, more time-sensitive endeavors, I won't be recapping everything that's happened during the last two months - that will come in the next week or two. All I can say for now is that it's been an absolute monster of a summer, with very little time off and far too much planning, responsibility, and mental as well as physical work involved. Long car trips within intense time periods were made, heated phone calls were exchanged, breakables taken extra care of, music gear taken even more care of, my car given a proper "goodbye" upon its non-functioning, kitties drugged for a long trip in the car, and an entire house packed up into one Ryder moving van, one minivan, and our Neon.

    ...but the day I'd written (and whined) about had finally come on August 6th. After almost three years which seemed like double the amount of time, countless viewings of the police at our neighbor's door to break up a "domestic dispute", far-too-many posts about the Hell that is shopping at Wal-Mart (and which I can say will never happen again) and a general malaise that settled over the last year, we finally got to do what was dreamed about for far too long:

    We left. See you in Hell, Mount Sterling Kentucky, and don't let my bitterness bite your ass on the way out. No, wait. Let it. ;-)

    As I said earlier I'll be recapping as best I can all the experiences that led up to that day and passed it to where we are now (to my credit, I did take notes and did some writing, even though I was far too exhausted at the end of each day to polish for publication) but I can report that we're quite happily 90% settled in our new apartment where we got a tremendous deal and are ending up paying less per square foot than in Kentucky. It's freshly painted, carpeted, larger, has more closet space, and is even *quieter* compared to the old house even with people on 4 sides as opposed to just one (again, the lack of police activity helps.) The management was helpful when problems arose, which is a post unto itself, and has been great since then. There's a heated pool for me to stretch/work out in, and believe me it's been getting used.

    The city itself is wonderful - a sense of "small city/large town" where you're not overwhelmed by the size and traffic, but is big enough to find enough places to go and things to do without repeating yourself within a week. We're at the tip of the iceberg at to entertainment possibilities, which after having to drive 45 minutes to simply go the library, a Walgreens, or a club is a feeling that words cannot express.

    Contentment. Happiness. Potential. "Home". Actually, I suppose that words can express them.

    ...and yes, by "potential" I mean ones within the musical realm. It's only been three weeks, and I already have a few solid leads for musical experiences. With any luck, soon I'll be doing what I do best... making no money playing crappy clubs. ;-)

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    Shit or get off the Vicodin [28 Jun 2005|03:35am]
    [ mood | sore ]

    Damn, I can't believe it's been so long between the last few posts. As before, things have been happening: mostly good, a little bad. I'm about to crash due to sleepiness, painkillers and the interaction between, but will do my best to explain and return to the LiveJournal world in some form tomorrow.

    Umm, I promise? In the meantime, follow my lead:

    Take the MIT Weblog Survey
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    If it's Tuesday, it must be home [21 Jun 2005|08:35pm]
    [ mood | Here ]

    A "friends?skip=600" command is never a good thing in terms of both amount of time as well as the usage of it, is it?

    Needless to say, everything is fine: I was simply pretty beat physically after the MKB mini-roadtrip the weekend of the 10th and took a few days to physically recover from that, spent a few days in-between on a few projects (a set of mix-discs to introduce a friend to an artist's entire career, web stuff, a number of music-based things) and then a trip up to Cincinnati again for The 'Stache's graduation party and a routine Dr.'s appoint for troisbalances, in which I got to wait and gaze lovingly at various pieces of gear at the nearby Guitar Center, and the return trip home, wherein the cats gave us by all accounts the look of "you leave us alone twice in one week again and you lose body parts".

    For the vast majority of posts I missed I won't be replying, because that would plainly be silly.... and I'd like to get up out of this chair before Halloween. Nevertheless, I will endeavor to read, or at least skim all the backdated posts. I need to live vicariously through you all. See, I'm already at -380 and that's while I've been catching up on e-mail and other items as well.

    Don't even ask about getting to built-up comments in my LJ-specific e-mail account. My frontal lobe aches just considering it.

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    See you in Hell, Suckas! [10 Jun 2005|02:12pm]
    [ mood | excited ]

    ...okay, you're not suckas - that would rude of me. I also won't see you in Hell (I personally don't believe in it, but if you think you're going to see me there? Hey, differen' strokes.) However, I'm about to take off for a "extended weekend/personal holiday/mini roadtrip" to see The Mike Keneally Band up in Columbus this evening and tomorrow night in Cincinnati. Yes, two nights in a row is delving into fandom, which is why troisbalances is sitting out the Cincinnati show (and I completely understand, as she likes them but it's not quite fully her *thing*) Myself, on the other hand? I would have gone up to Cleveland last night were it possible. ;-)

    So I'm signing off for now, and any responses I haven't replied to will have to wait until Sunday evening, as I doubt I'll be getting online in-between driving, aching muscles, and other various show-related mishaps that typically occur. So be excellent to each other, no slap-fighting while I'm away, and someone feed the kitties while we're away? keever, I did indeed attempt to call - I'll try again when I return.

    ...and aleja? I'll be wearing the "Meritocracy" t-shirt tonight. If that phrase fits any band, it's this one. ;-)

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