WHA: Seegeepee's Second Annual "Hooray For Us Fat White (And Maybe Other Races If You're Lucky) Spoiled Greedy Rich Americans And Our Obscene Consumer-Culture Holidays" partytronomatic!
BEH: Friday, December 22, 2006 at 7:00pm
ZUHHHHH: The bachelor-sized but mighty Seegepartment (be it ever so humble) La Grange Park, IL Email or msg for directions: seegeepee@yahoo.com
WTF?: Come one, come some for a night of holiday magitude and wonderflop!!! You know how we do: food, drink, karaoke, video games, and the Star Wars That Should Never Have Been... Bring a White Elephant gift to trade. A White Elephant is a cheap-as-free piece o' shite that you don't want and, chances are, neither will the recipient. This was Jacey's idea.
HFUFWAMORIYLSGRAAOOCCH 2: Electric Boogaloo. It may not be the scene...but you wouldn't know the difference anyway, loser.
Currently Watching Tenacious D in 'The Pick of Destiny' By Jack Black, Kyle Gass, Jason Reed, Tim Robbins, Ben Stiller, Colin Hanks, David Krumholtz, Jason Segel, Melissa-Anne Davenport, Lara Everly, Brittany Eldridge, Amy Poehler, David Koechner, Meat Loaf, Paul F. Tompkins, Troy Gentile, Ronnie James Dio, Fred Armisen, Cynthia Ettinger, Michael Rivkin see related
I know, I know, I've been neglectful. I have no valid excuse for my conspicuous(?) absence from the Xangosphere these last couple of weeks. All I can offer by way of explanation is that I just haven't felt motivated to assemble my random thoughtbubbles into coherent communiques, of late. Every blogger goes through such waxings and wanings, so I don't expect much in the way of judgement for this alone. What may be received with less tolerance (or possibly just apathy) by you staunch remaining hadcore Xanganites is the revelation that circumstances have conspired to leave the future of this blog highly in doubt, pending a move to a brand new domain name.
Random Critical Guy says:
"CIRCUMSTANCES HAVE CONSPIRED"? WHEREFORE THE CORPORATESQUE PASSIVE DOUBLESPEAK, DOUCHEBAG? FEELING OVERWHELMED BY THE SHEER VOLUME OF READERSHIP LATELY HAHA? OR IS SOMEONE HOLDING A GUN TO UR HEAD FORCING U TO BELIEVE THAT UR POINTLESS PURPLE PROSE INTERSPERSED WITH OCCASIONAL HASTILY PHOTOSHOPPED FARCE NEEDS A FANCY NEW HOME? PARDON ME GUY, I GOTTA GO SEE WHETHER ITS POSSIBLE TO GIGGLE HYSTERICALLY WHILST SIMULTANEOUSLY RETCHING IN DISGUSTAPPOINTMENT. OH AND BTW GUY, TOO MUCH VITRIOLIC ALTER-EGO SELF-EFFACEMENT REEKS OF A DESPERATE PLEA FOR VALIDATION. JUST A THOUGHT. KLOVEZBYEBYEZ0RZX0X0
RANDO-*ahem*-Random Critical Guy, all hail his triumphant 11th-hour return*, raises a valid question. No, I haven't taken on any delusions of grandeur for this meaningless little blog. I'm saving that for the germ of an idea for a novel or novels that's lately been firing around the ol' synapses. What has happened, is that I've received the generous early Christmas gift of a domain name (and accompanying hosting) from some closefriends, who apparently hold higher aspirations for me in this regard than I myself did. We'll see how the new site pans out; I'm tentatively planning on making the move official for the New Year (arbitrary, but might as well).
*Wow, One-year-ago-Me reads pathetic to Now-Me.
In the meantime, enjoy some more trademark random shit:
Powers of Ten This 1977 short film was referenced as a primary source of inspiration by one of the co-creators of Google Earth (another co-creator cited Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash).
One thing I've been rediscovering about myself over the past few months:
I sometimes have an annoying tendency to misinterpret female friendliness as flirtiness, and "friendly flirtiness" as one step away from an outright proposition. Meanwhile, any serious flirting and or propositioning that may actually be taking place in the subtext of a given interaction is just as likely to be completely lost on me. Maybe it's just that I've become so wary of the former handicap, that the latter manifests itself as some sort of internal safeguard. Either way, it is, at times, a maddening condition to live with.
Some of the blame for this intersex "colorblindness" can be laid at the feet of my socially-bereft adolescence. I had a female friend or two in my early years (up until I was 8 or so), and hesitantly began to pick up the habit again around 18. Now, if you do the math, you may detect a tiny chunk of timeline in between wherein I was completely and utterly without benefit of any deep or meaningful interaction with female peers, and that, unfortunately for me, this period coincided with the same stretch of years wherein a good portion of one's foundational socialization usually takes place. I suspect that this has done much to cripple me in the ways of women. Of course I've had several short- and long-term romantic relationships in my adult years to date, which have worked out to varying degress of "success", however you'd choose to define that. But, you might say that I never really learned how to play "the game" of initiate-flirt-seduce properly. Most of the success I have had, has come as a result of those occasions when I have somehow stumbled into the position of Pursued, rather than Pursuer.
The bottom line in all this ramble is, I'm strongly feeling the lack of female companionship right now, but I haven't the desire, the energy, or the emotional capacity for a serious relationship. However, as I have ably demonstrated above, the logistics of successfully navigating an average everyday random "hook-up" seem to be completely beyond me. Even if they weren't, I've never been motivated to sex up someone I'm not genuinely interested in as a person. Plus, I have an extremely violent allergy to bullshit--and said substance is, I'm given to understand, quite helpful when applied in liberal doses to a potential lust-object. All of which leaves me with something of a dilemma.
This dynamic goes far in explaining why, every timeScuba talks to me on the phone, and demands to know if I've "gotten any" lately, the answer is consistently a resounding (and resigned) "no".
But enough of that. On to the fun stuff.
Pics from my New Orleans Halloween trip (already on my Facebook album, so skip these if you have access to such):
Me and my "hostess with the mostest"(hair that is), Kiki, at Voodoo Fest.
The Flaming Lips put on a good show...
...but nothing could match the raw sexuality-questioning power of Duran Duran.
Audobon Park. Note the random white-shirted woman who wandered into perfect man-peeing position vis a vis the fountain jets.
Naked, riding a water-spitting turtle...I think we've all been there.
NES Light-Gun, anyone?
My outfit for a Tulane University student performance of Rocky Horror...I was still channeling a touch of Simon Le Bon from the night before.
My costume, and the answer to last week's puzzle: Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children)
If any of the clues don't gel in retrospect, you probably aren't a fan.
"I'm going to find it and I'm going to destroy it. Possibly with dynamite."
Frenchmen St. on Halloween is TeH KraZ0rZ. It went on like this for...ev...errrrr.
