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I’ve been living in The Hermitage for almost 2.5 years now… the longest I’ve lived anywhere since I’ve been 18. It’s weird… I’ve been getting that itchy feeling like I should move on; my address is wearing thin. However, I mostly like this place. The only things that are getting old are (1) the lack of kitchen and (2) the refrigerator that freezes lettuce and eggs but won’t freeze anything in the freezer (no, it won’t freeze ice cream if you put it in the fridge part, I tried that). I’d like a place with bigger windows and more light so my plants don’t keep dying. I’d also like a place with a front stoop that I can have a beer on during nice days like today because I’m ghetto like that. I’d love a bathtub, since taking baths is one of my favorite hobbies, but I don’t want to go too crazy here! However, I don’t think my finances are in an order that will allow me to pay 1st & last month’s rent any place, let alone a security deposit!
So what have I been doing about this? Fixing up my dollhouse! Yes, years ago I traded Squidney The International Textbook of Surgery, Volume II copyright 1900 by “American and British Authors” for her dollhouse. The textbook is pretty awesome, it’s been handed down through 3 generations of us freaks who enjoy looking at lovely things like
Elephantiasis of the scrotum!
Anyway, Moth brought the dollhouse with her last weekend, which has been living in her attic since Squidney outgrew it like years ago. I’ve been fixing it up as a jam shack for my Star Wars guys. Currently Lando Calrissian is on electric guitar and Brannigan the cat dude from Doctor Who is playing acoustic guitar. They have a robot servant who serves them plates of rubber roaches (the bugs, not the drugs) and Yoda has teeny little Pixies and Radiohead posters hanging up in his bedroom. I made a modernesque couch out of some foam and wire, and a bed out of balsa sticks. Oh yeah, I got a kit for putting together baby furniture, so the baby stegasaurus sleeps in a black cradle decorated with red pentagrams. THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!!!! Holy crap this is awesome. I painted all the rooms different colors, and even put in a balsa wood floor (it wouldn’t technically be a *hard* wood floor, now would it?) in the kitchen because I couldn’t decide which color to paint it.
Basically, this is how I’m getting out all my living space angst. The dollhouse itself is kind of crappy– it was made out of poorly cut pieces of plywood held together mostly with aging glue. The roof tiles are drawn on in Sharpie, and all the pieces of wood that hold the plastic sheets with window panes printed on them are coming un-glued. However, this is part of its charm. For some reason, i’d rather fix up a weird, falling apart old junker than have a brand new zillion -dollar fancy Victorian gingerbread house… Victorian stuff is so *yawn*.
However, I wouldn’t throw this back in Santa’s face… this is the most fucking awesome dollhouse on earth!
They had one at this shop in Harvard Square a few years ago and I oohed and aahed at it every time I walked by. Apparently they don’t make these anymore and you can only get them on eBay. Alas.
I’ve gotten really into making stuff for the dollhouse– maybe I’ll finally realize my dream and make a doll trailer. I’ve been wanting to make a trailer-shaped dollhouse for little redneck dolls, complete with a car up on bricks and a garden planted in an old tractor tire in the front yard. Maybe one of these days I’ll just do it!
Besides working on the dollhouse I’ve been practicing the bass like a fiend. I can now play the riff from “Daddy Cool” (it’s really not that hard, but so satisfying!) as well as 7 Pixies songs. Go, me!
So we all know that I’ve been playing the bass a whole lot lately. I can now play 5 Pixies songs! Today i figured out the bass line to “Daddy Cool” (one of the awesomely cheesiest disco songs ever) and for some reason have been drawn to dub (you know, reggae but mostly just the bass parts). I’ve been practicing dub bass lines and I’m sure I’m driving my landlady crazy, but she started vaccuuming at 7:30 this morning (it’s a HOLIDAY! WTF?) so maybe we’re even. Besides, I left my amps at Davey’s house and thus have been playing the bass through the ancient boom box that I got it for my 13th birthday. It’s hooked up to some stereo speakers– it has speaker inputs and an auxiliary jack– pretty snazzy for a cheap ass Radio Shack box! It even has equalizers so you can mix between tape decks (which are both now broken, though so I can’t play any of my Weird Al tapes) I love technology from the 80s!
So anyway– reggae. I have always avoided reggae because all I ever heard was the happy hippy dippy crap that people in Ithaca were always into. Sure Bob Marley is awesome, but if I see another ONE LOVE bumpersticker on a Ford Explorer, I think I will go postal on its driver’s fake-o hippie ass. Dub basslines are THE SHIZZLE! I’m so addicted!
I’m out of drugs and my shrink is away for the week! Nobody can refill my prescription because they are not authorized to. Come on, people– can’t someone look at my file, see I’ve been taking these meds for a number of months, and that they’re not the kind of thing that you’re supposed to go off of cold-turkey, and just initial a refill? Apparently not. Thus, I’m getting those weird brain flashes and I’ve been feeling increasingly like jumping off a bridge. However, in a fit of I-don’t-know-what, I bought some ecstasy from a buddy of Davey My Future-ex-Coworker’s a couple of weeks ago. I was planning on taking it at the Modeselektor/Apparat show that I’m going to on Sunday (SO PSYCHED for this show!), but thought I’d test it out first. I took 1/2 a hit last night, (1/2 in case they cut it with lots of caffeine so I wouldn’t be up all night). It didn’t really do much; that is I didn’t feel anything… until this morning. This morning was the first morning that I’ve felt AWESOME in a long time! I was cheerful, optimistic, it was almost like being back to my old self only slightly better. Rock on, illicit drugs! If I could only get Blue Cross Blue Shield to cover it, I’d have life made in the shade!
Today I rode my bike from Charlestown to Davey m.f.ex-c-w’s house in Winthrop with him (you’re not allowed to take bikes on the train from 4:00 until 7:00 and his house is fairly far from the T station). It was a really nice, albeit long bike ride. The weather today was totally gorgeous (warm, sunny, in the high 70s), and even though Harvard Medical School still has their heat on so the buildings were so hot inside the hydrogen atoms were fusing into helium before my very eyes, I thoroughly enjoyed it. The ride took us by the harbor, over a sweet drawbridge, and through Eastie, which always smells like the ocean. We jammed with one of Dave’s buddies and played some Pixies songs as well as Journey (I sang). I feel like I’m actually evolving a little bit! I’ve levelled up from Embarrassingly-Shitty Bassist to Potentially-Mediocre Bassist!
On the way home dragging my bike and bass on the T, I was stuck walking down the corridor behind a bunch of loud indecisive tourists dragging large wheelie suitcases. They walked 5 abreast so it was impossible to get around them, and kept stopping because they didn’t know where they were going. When I had the opportunity, I went around them and then hoisted my bike up the stairs so I could get to the upper platform before the wandered around and blocked traffic again. Of course in my haste I managed to trip *up* the stairs somehow causing my bike to land on top of me. I have massive bruises all over my legs and they freaking HURT! Stupid tourists! They were here for a Sox game I think, judging from their loud conversation. I blame the stupid fucking Red Sox. Everything annoying is their fault! I hereby Reverse The Reversed Curse! I put the Curse back in Forward!
My newly upgraded computer no longer plays sound. I’m not sure what that’s about. It worked fine yesterday. Also, I installed Ad-Aware as well as Malware Removal so the spyware thing doesn’t happen again. I’ve found that they each find different things, so using them both is more effective than having just one. However, Ad-Aware keeps trying to get rid of Malware Removal because it thinks it is spyware. useful. I’m really sick of computer irritation! I suppose if I had just broken down and bought a legitimate computer that came fully made and loaded with Windoze already this may not have happened… but I’m cheap. Sue me. So, what am I going to do about the sound? I have no clue. I don’t want to think about it right now. However, the lack of sound is impeding my ability to watch Battlestar Galactica. I haven’t watched a single episode in at least a week, although this has been more due to my rigorous drinking schedule more than to computer faults.
I’ve been partying a little too hard lately, I think. Or rather, drinking too much. Jamming = drinking (I mean, what’s rock and roll without booze?) Also, there’s this bar right next to the warehouse called The Tavern at The End Of The World, which has become the traditional place to go after work. This will all change in 2 weeks, though, when I get my new job! I mean, Allston is convenient to many fine establishments that I used to frequent (the Silhouette, Model, Our House etc.), but I don’t think Nathan is quite old enough yet to be an after-work drinking buddy. We’ll wait until he hits 8 months old before we wean him off of one bottle and onto another one!
Oh yeah, i can’t completely cut the umbilical cord– I’ll still be working at Four Seasons 1/2 day on Tuesdays (my day off from nanny-ing) to take care of the plants in the Harvard Business School chapel. See all these plants?:
Yeah, that’s all me! This picture shows only about 1/4 of the plants, too! This place totally rocks, and I’ve been spending zillions of hours whipping it into shape. There are these nasty mutant mealy bugs that are going nuts there without any natural preditors, and I’m on a crusade to hunt down and kill them. Most mealybugs are tiny, the size of a pinhead or smaller. These ones, however, are almost as big as potato bugs. They are scary mofos!
So anyway, yeah. I’ll still be working in the plant care business, but in a very limited capacity!
Today sucked SO FREAKING HARD! Really. First of all, some evil spyware downloaded itself onto my computer and froze all the programs, changed the desktop to a poorly worded and even more atrociously spelled warning about how my computer now had spyware on it and the only wayto get rid of it was to run the program it installed. Then it would open IE and try to go to a gay porn site, but IE wouldn’t let it. I tried everything, but, after consulting Squeals, the only thing I could do was wipe out my C drive and re-install Windows. This wasn’t such a big deal because I’m paranoid, and only use the C drive for Windows (all the good stuff is on the Z and D drives), but as always there were complications. I inherited 3 different Windows XP installation disks from various nerds, and lo and behold, none of them had working serial numbers! Thus I reformatted my C drive, but couldn’t put an operating system on it. Somewhere I have 18 disks of Windows 3.11– I should have just used those!
So I got really annoyed. But before I could start breaking things, Davey from work said he was having a BBQ and I should go over and jam with him and some buddies. So I started out on my bike. It was sunny and beautiful and about 70 degrees. I got about 5 feet away from my house when the chain on my bike came off. This is normally not such a big deal, but in this case it got stuck behind the bolt that was holding the back tire rack on and I couldn’t get it out from underneath it. I couldn’t take the bolt out easily either, because it was too long and kept hitting the gears. How did it get on in the first place? Someone had to have taken the entire back wheel off! I didn’t have the patience for that, so I managed to get it out by bending it a little bit. I put the chain back on, but the bolt wouldn’t go back on since now that the chain was in place, there was even less room for it to maneuver in. Thus I secured the rack in place with a piece of wire, opting to go to the hardware store on the way to Winthrop.
I got to the hardware store and bought a bolt that seemed to be perfect (of course I wrote the wrong code# down for it and paid 45 cents when I should have only paid 15, but whatever)… but when I got it on the bike, it was too short. So, I went and bought the next size longer (17 cents!), but of course that one was too long. The last time I went in I bought a smaller wing nut for the first bolt and that seemed to do the trick, although it’s still a little loose and will probably have to be replaced soonish.
After wasting all that time I finally got on the T, which is a pain because of course I am on the Red Line, which crosses every other line except the Blue Line. In fact, of the Red, Blue, Orange and Green lines, the only two that don’t cross each other are the Red and the Blue, of course. This makes for extra fun dragging the 50 billion pound pile of ancient 1960s era metal (a homeless dude collecting cans was really impressed with my bike though, and told me all about his Raleigh from the 1960s that had just snapped in half for some unknown reason) up extra stairways and escalators. When I got to the Blue Line finally I had to wait forever as at least 3 trains going in the wrong direction went by as well as 2 “test trains” (such a tease!). When a train finally showed up it was too crowded with people wheeling gigantic baby buggies who always stop right in the doorway so nobody can get by for me to even get on. Thus I had to wait for the NEXT train. Oy vey. By the time I got to Winthrop it was about 55 degrees and looking like it was about to rain.
All this was occurring with me not having eaten anything all day, being still slightly sick (was out of work with a fever the previous two days), still pissed off at the computer, and not having taken any meds (the prescription ran out and I have to visit the shrink again for a refill). I was cranky. I finally got to Davey’s place and we were jamming with this Asian kid on drums– it was actually pretty fun, but I tend to get frustrated easily in this frame of mind. Plus, these other friends of his came over and they were all asking me how old I was and I could easily have been their mothers since they are all TEENAGERS! Jeez. What am I doing hanging out with kids still in high school? Does this make me really cool and down with the kids? No, I think it makes me really fucking pathetic actually. Whatever, it was fun until I started freaking out inwardly from frustration and went to leave… and discovered that I hadn’t gotten a Windows disk from Dave and he still needed to burn it etc. etc. Anyway, we all ended up barbecuing and that was pretty rad.
I didn’t even mind the obnoxiously long ride back that was made even more annoying by the fact that I was bringing my bass back to practice to now I had to negotiate the narrow stairways in the T stations with a large clunky poorly anchored instrument as well as an ancient heavy bike.
But anyway, the Windows disk worked and here I am back on the innernets, spyware free. I guess the day didn’t turn out so badly after all, but damn was I near ready to kill something! I haven’t been this short on patience in a while. I feel bad imposing my irritating qualities on people under these circumstances– I should just quarantine myself when I get like this. instead I just get really quiet and people think I’m weird or stuck-up or something. whatever. Do I care that much what people think? Especially when I am probably the same age as said peoples parents? God I feel OLD. I need to start hanging out in nursing homes or something, at least then maybe I’ll feel younger.
On another note, I’ve got a new job! Laura and Jack need a nanny for Nathan (he’s uh… 3 months old now?) and I’m just that fed up with watering plants. I’m going to give my 2 weeks notice tomorrow! It will be so weird having a job where I can wear real clothing… I’ve gotten really used to throwing on a work shirt and whatever pair of non-jeans I have lying around that is the least smelly and covered in spanish moss/dirt/foam crumbs. I may have to pay attention to what I’m wearing again! Or not; it’s not like 3-month old babies require much impressing. God I’m such a cranky bastard. I really need to chill out today.