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cyranoTitle from the lyrics for 'Ghost in the Shell:Standalone Complex' because the wind is blowing cherry blossoms all over our courtyard and it's just like anime. Don't Stop, Baby. (Also, the breeze is quite chilly. Getting a sweater.)
Still working on the gaming session write up, and a request for a world-crossover fanfic--Lost vs. The Neighborhood of Make Believe, starring Lady Elaine Fairchild as Crazy French Lady.
Cuts under consideration for "Generation (x+1)
Don't Go Back to Rockville--10K Maniacs
Personal Jesus--Johnny Cash
Situation--Tom Jones
Hot for Teacher--Lee Press On
Turning Japanese--Skankin' Pickle
Want You to Want Me--Letters to Cleo
Never Let Me Down Again--Smashing Pumpkins
Solsbury Hill--Sarah McLachlan
Smalltown Boy--The Nylons
Are You Gonna Go My Way?--Tom Jones
Come on Eileen--No Doubt
U Got the Look--Gary Numan
Take On Me--Reel Big Fish
Burning Down the House--Tom Jones
All Tomorrow's Parties--Apoptygma Berserk
Freeze Up--The Hippos
Open Your Heart--Ofra Haza
Werewolves of London--Black Velvet Band
Sound System--Cherry Poppin' Daddies
Like a Virgin--Broadbent&Roxburgh or Marilyn Manson
Fall On Me--Cry Cry Cry
Nothing Else Matters--Apoptygma Berserk
Other Metallica--Apocalyptica
World in My Eyes--The Cure
California Uber Alles--Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy
Rapture--Erasure
Every Day is Like Sunday--Pretenders or 10K Maniacs
Little Red Corvette--The Nylons
Istanbul (Not Constantinople)--Lee Press On
Take Warning--Long Beach Dub All Stars
Bizarre Love Triangle--Frente
Lust For Life--Tom Jones
Tainted Love--Marilyn Manson
Dangerous Type--Letters to Cleo
Dear God--Sarah McLachlan
Smells like Teen Spirit--Pansy Division or Moog Cookbook
Where the Streets Have No Name--Pet Shop Boys
Holiday in Cambodia--Richard Cheese
This Charming Man--The Stars
That's a Lie--Too Much Joy
Better Things--Dar Williams
Time After Time--Strictly Ballroom
I'm annoyed with a situation at work.
I'll see about posting an explanation at a later date.
There was lots of lovely eye candy at the SF Fetish Ball. And lots of breastage, which I'm a big fan of. But I am taken again with the thought that for me, a little latex/rubber/pvc/whatever goes a long way. Many of the people I see who are really into this seem to be looking to make something out of the human body that's not human but is instead something either alien or manufactured.
The web page said doors open at nine. However, we stood on queue in the chilly San Francisco evening air for another 45 minutes before the line started moving. I suppose this is typical, and none of the cool kids arrive until eleven or midnight anyway, but still. We were amused by the guy who made a big scene about dress code when he was told that his black jeans and t-shirt were not acceptible; this despite the note on the web page about 'no demin' which I know he had read because he referenced the page. Except he saw the word 'denim' and his brain said 'blue jeans' and since his were black he was just fine. We advised him to take off his trousers and go in his red bikini briefs. After much kvelling, he gummed up and did just that, for which he won back at least a smidgen of respect.
There were a hand full of people I recognized from the Goth/Freak/Fetish dance clubs, including the guy who looks like Bruce McCullough in drag. And there was a delightfully dramalicious confrontation between fishnet-and-electrical-tape-drunk-bitchy-girl and overly-sensitive-but-well-dressed-queer-guy with pushing and shouting that blocked the entirety of a narrow through-way. Which brings me to the organizers of this event. In general, it seemed poorly put together, and people seemed ill informed. Staff people. Thus even when the volume was low enough to permit me to ask questions, I generally got blank stares.
And about the volume. About as loud as I'd become accustomed to, in clubs like Sin and Bound. Unfortunately, it was all the repetetive happy stuff you hear in gay clubs in the movies. And the DJ matched beats by spinning his currently playing selection up or down to match the next track, rather than changing the new one before he started playing it. But lots of people danced and the DJ and his tiny asian stick-figure assistant were seriously rocking out, so somebody enjoyed it. And I laughed when I heard the club-style cover of Small Town Boy. (Like that song needs a club version.)
The club was structured with a big main floor, and an open core with each upper floor ringing the first. If I'd known this, I would have sprung for the extra money for the 'Special Rooms' because it really was all about the visibility and mobility. Us normal folk were confined to the first floor, after some initial confusion in which I was allowed into the elevator, and even onto the fifth floor. But it meant that when the performances started, visibility on the first floor was amazingly limited. (The situation with cameras was similar to but nowhere near as bad as that event where Miss Mel and I paid to go to a show where we were pushed back and told to make room for the photographers, who I'm betting got in free and didn't have to meet dress code.) At first, no big deal because it was mostly a fashion show/commercial to pimp the clothing lines of various designers which I can't really afford anyway. But there was some cool fire dancing that Satanya said was amazing to watch later on.
So there was eye candy, and breasts, and a nice 'smoking area' back porch where I could go when I got too hot and enjoy the cloudy misty evening, and we had our picture taken by a couple of friendly drag queens. And there was this girl--I don't have the words to describe it, but she fascinated me. She wore this gauzy dress and a mostly-matching scarf over the top half of her head, kind of like Westley from the Princess Bride but with no eye holes. She reminded me of some sort of Neil Gaiman superhero, with a sort of a 1920s style to her. Anyway, by one o'clock or so I'd been up for many many hours and I was getting tired and just a bit sore, so I gave the Black Orchid girl my earring and Satanya and I headed out. And on the way, Bruce M. spilled a beer on my cassock. I need to find out if it can be washed or not.
Still working on the gaming session write up, and a request for a world-crossover fanfic--Lost vs. The Neighborhood of Make Believe, starring Lady Elaine Fairchild as Crazy French Lady.
Cuts under consideration for "Generation (x+1)
Don't Go Back to Rockville--10K Maniacs
Personal Jesus--Johnny Cash
Situation--Tom Jones
Hot for Teacher--Lee Press On
Turning Japanese--Skankin' Pickle
Want You to Want Me--Letters to Cleo
Never Let Me Down Again--Smashing Pumpkins
Solsbury Hill--Sarah McLachlan
Smalltown Boy--The Nylons
Are You Gonna Go My Way?--Tom Jones
Come on Eileen--No Doubt
U Got the Look--Gary Numan
Take On Me--Reel Big Fish
Burning Down the House--Tom Jones
All Tomorrow's Parties--Apoptygma Berserk
Freeze Up--The Hippos
Open Your Heart--Ofra Haza
Werewolves of London--Black Velvet Band
Sound System--Cherry Poppin' Daddies
Like a Virgin--Broadbent&Roxburgh or Marilyn Manson
Fall On Me--Cry Cry Cry
Nothing Else Matters--Apoptygma Berserk
Other Metallica--Apocalyptica
World in My Eyes--The Cure
California Uber Alles--Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy
Rapture--Erasure
Every Day is Like Sunday--Pretenders or 10K Maniacs
Little Red Corvette--The Nylons
Istanbul (Not Constantinople)--Lee Press On
Take Warning--Long Beach Dub All Stars
Bizarre Love Triangle--Frente
Lust For Life--Tom Jones
Tainted Love--Marilyn Manson
Dangerous Type--Letters to Cleo
Dear God--Sarah McLachlan
Smells like Teen Spirit--Pansy Division or Moog Cookbook
Where the Streets Have No Name--Pet Shop Boys
Holiday in Cambodia--Richard Cheese
This Charming Man--The Stars
That's a Lie--Too Much Joy
Better Things--Dar Williams
Time After Time--Strictly Ballroom
I'm annoyed with a situation at work.
I'll see about posting an explanation at a later date.
There was lots of lovely eye candy at the SF Fetish Ball. And lots of breastage, which I'm a big fan of. But I am taken again with the thought that for me, a little latex/rubber/pvc/whatever goes a long way. Many of the people I see who are really into this seem to be looking to make something out of the human body that's not human but is instead something either alien or manufactured.
The web page said doors open at nine. However, we stood on queue in the chilly San Francisco evening air for another 45 minutes before the line started moving. I suppose this is typical, and none of the cool kids arrive until eleven or midnight anyway, but still. We were amused by the guy who made a big scene about dress code when he was told that his black jeans and t-shirt were not acceptible; this despite the note on the web page about 'no demin' which I know he had read because he referenced the page. Except he saw the word 'denim' and his brain said 'blue jeans' and since his were black he was just fine. We advised him to take off his trousers and go in his red bikini briefs. After much kvelling, he gummed up and did just that, for which he won back at least a smidgen of respect.
There were a hand full of people I recognized from the Goth/Freak/Fetish dance clubs, including the guy who looks like Bruce McCullough in drag. And there was a delightfully dramalicious confrontation between fishnet-and-electrical-tape-drunk-bitchy-girl and overly-sensitive-but-well-dressed-queer-guy with pushing and shouting that blocked the entirety of a narrow through-way. Which brings me to the organizers of this event. In general, it seemed poorly put together, and people seemed ill informed. Staff people. Thus even when the volume was low enough to permit me to ask questions, I generally got blank stares.
And about the volume. About as loud as I'd become accustomed to, in clubs like Sin and Bound. Unfortunately, it was all the repetetive happy stuff you hear in gay clubs in the movies. And the DJ matched beats by spinning his currently playing selection up or down to match the next track, rather than changing the new one before he started playing it. But lots of people danced and the DJ and his tiny asian stick-figure assistant were seriously rocking out, so somebody enjoyed it. And I laughed when I heard the club-style cover of Small Town Boy. (Like that song needs a club version.)
The club was structured with a big main floor, and an open core with each upper floor ringing the first. If I'd known this, I would have sprung for the extra money for the 'Special Rooms' because it really was all about the visibility and mobility. Us normal folk were confined to the first floor, after some initial confusion in which I was allowed into the elevator, and even onto the fifth floor. But it meant that when the performances started, visibility on the first floor was amazingly limited. (The situation with cameras was similar to but nowhere near as bad as that event where Miss Mel and I paid to go to a show where we were pushed back and told to make room for the photographers, who I'm betting got in free and didn't have to meet dress code.) At first, no big deal because it was mostly a fashion show/commercial to pimp the clothing lines of various designers which I can't really afford anyway. But there was some cool fire dancing that Satanya said was amazing to watch later on.
So there was eye candy, and breasts, and a nice 'smoking area' back porch where I could go when I got too hot and enjoy the cloudy misty evening, and we had our picture taken by a couple of friendly drag queens. And there was this girl--I don't have the words to describe it, but she fascinated me. She wore this gauzy dress and a mostly-matching scarf over the top half of her head, kind of like Westley from the Princess Bride but with no eye holes. She reminded me of some sort of Neil Gaiman superhero, with a sort of a 1920s style to her. Anyway, by one o'clock or so I'd been up for many many hours and I was getting tired and just a bit sore, so I gave the Black Orchid girl my earring and Satanya and I headed out. And on the way, Bruce M. spilled a beer on my cassock. I need to find out if it can be washed or not.
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Date: 2005-03-13 04:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-03-14 11:14 am (UTC)It's wool, right? Wool loves to be washed. But it will want special handling.
If you want to be really safe, have it dry-cleaned.
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Date: 2005-03-14 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-17 06:53 pm (UTC)Of course, if this is a fine garment, like a suit, where the lining and sizing would be missed.. have it dry-cleaned.
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Date: 2005-03-14 02:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-14 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-18 05:04 pm (UTC)And remind me next time I'm coming your way and I'll bring the disc that has those files on it. :)
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Date: 2005-03-18 06:57 pm (UTC)(That icon? he says in the tone of 'that old thing?' It's a pretty simple standard icon, but I'm glad you like it. And you haven't entered the icontest yet...)
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Date: 2005-03-18 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-18 07:05 pm (UTC)CD full?
Date: 2005-03-15 09:58 am (UTC)This Charming Man--The Stars
Never Let Me Down Again--Smashing Pumpkins
Don't Go Back to Rockville--10K Maniacs
Take On Me--Reel Big Fish
Little Red Corvette--The Nylons
Bizarre Love Triangle--Frente
Smells like Teen Spirit--Pansy Division
Fall On Me--Cry Cry Cry
Nothing Else Matters--Apoptygma Berserk
Where the Streets Have No Name--Pet Shop Boys
World in My Eyes--The Cure
Every Day is Like Sunday--Pretenders
Dangerous Type--Letters to Cleo
Dear God--Sarah McLachlan
Holiday in Cambodia--Richard Cheese
I got nothing else. I don't like Lee Press On, Marilyn Manson, Tom Jones covers, or even the thought of some "80s bands" doing 80s covers. But the above list should be rearrangeable into a good enough CD.
Even the last few on that list are just guesses...
Re: CD full?
Date: 2005-03-15 10:00 am (UTC)