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Undead Black Kitty & DJ Jethro Leppard
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[Jun. 27th, 2009|02:24 pm] |
One thing that I notice while staring out the window are the frequency of rather broken down looking people walking along slowly and then they just kind of stop... and stand there for a while... and they just stand there... looking around as if they don't really know what to do next.
Maybe they never had a destination and it just occurred to them that they might want to figure something out.
Maybe they had a destination but lost motivation in getting there and now don't know what they're doing.
I always notice them because I assume I'm going to be one of these people someday.
I guess I kind of already am. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2009|12:54 pm] |
Sometimes getting older makes you think you have "wisdom" to share.
Usually though, your "revelations" end up being nothing more than re-hashing of things that smarter people expressed more eloquently long before you were born.
At any rate, a Universal Truth that life seems to keep teaching me is this:
"A thing might NEVER be exactly what you want it to be but with effort it can ALWAYS be made better than it is."
I came up with this today as I was washing my old-ass van. |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2009|03:19 pm] |
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Sometimes I realize that I've kind of gone "blank" for who knows how long. I don't drool or anything but kind of zone out, literally doing and thinking nothing at all. I kind of enjoy it honestly. It's a nice break. I'd do it more often but there's all kinds of people needing me to "do stuff" all the time. |
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[Apr. 26th, 2009|09:16 pm] |
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The last time I was at the beach in Grand Haven I saw a guy, as in a dude, wearing a half shirt, which revealed that he had a bellybutton tattoo-- it was of a sun encircling his bellybutton. Oh and he also had a bellybutton ring. I didn't notice if he also had a tramp stamp. That is all. |
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[Apr. 11th, 2009|11:44 pm] |
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As a child, there was a time when I did truly believe that some sort of humanoid bunny creature would silently creep into my room when I was asleep and place a basket of goodies next to my bed. This was something that in my mind was totally real. I actually have a memory of waking up and seeing a silhouette of this bunny-person standing at the foot of the bed but I guess this must have a dream. Sort of Donnie Darkoesque. |
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[Apr. 10th, 2009|04:49 pm] |
I'll do a proper post about it one of these days but thanks to a very unusually large tax return this year, this is what I am currently driving:
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[Mar. 20th, 2009|04:31 pm] |
Anybody who has a job that involves entertaining drunk people can expect to deal with a certain amount of bullshit on a regular basis. I've been DJing in bars going on 5 years and no matter how good a job you think you are doing, somebody there is going to hate what you're doing and make a point to let you know. I'm pretty used to it by now but sometimes people will just get to me.
Last night there was a girl who made it her business to heckle me throughout the whole night. She actually admitted that it was because she worked in a bar herself and just felt like being the asshole on the other side. Hey, thanks!
Then some random dude I've never seen before walks up, puts an arm around me and says "you suck" and walks off. My sudden reflex was to throw my cigar at the back of his head. Unfortunately I missed.
I'm not sure why this guy was able to get to me. Perhaps it was the particularly articulate nature of his attack. Perhaps vodka makes me really angry. He just suddenly became the focus for all the resentment of years worth of occasional idiots I've ever interracted with in that place.
Towards the end of the night, he came up again as I was packing up and goes "you still suck." For a moment, I could feel violence itching under my skin. I imagined myself replying with something really tough such as "Hey, why don't you come here and say that again and let's see where this microphone ends up." But all that happened was I stood there with a dumb, drunk grin as he walked away again.
Obviously it wasn't worth it. And everyone's welcome to their opinions. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2009|05:43 pm] |
I just had two toofs pulled out. Actually "pulled out" doesn't sound quite right because that makes it sound like it happened quickly. One of them had to be broken into pieces and those pieces worked out. The rest of the day I have been having mild flashbacks to the grinding and crunching feelings that were going on. Soon I will bust open this Vicodin.
While that was happening, my old van was on the other side of the city being used in a film shoot. I guess a while ago, Michigan created a bunch of incentives to bring the film industry here and it seems to be working. This movie apparently takes place in Russia and they wanted everything to have a sort of stylized, timeless look without anything conspicuously modern.
I think it's cool that my van will get to be immortalized in a small way before it goes to the auto graveyard. |
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[Mar. 5th, 2009|12:56 pm] |
You don't realize you are addicted to stuff until you make a real effort to do without it. In my case, bad, bad food all the time. I'm actually starting to crave Wendy's right now after writing that first sentence. High-sugar energy drinks, high-sugar everything. Cheeseburgers with sugar on them.
I'm on my second day of some kind of half-assed "diet" that I am making up as I go along but I already feel encouraged by the fact that I feel noticeably better than I normally do.
Also, people are apparently supposed to drink 8 glasses of water a day. That is a lot of water. I might occasionally drink a glass of water but normally I just trust that most things I take in have water in them. I mean, there is water in Coke, right? Red Bull must have water in it probably. Vodka looks an awful lot like water.
Anyway, I'm not obese by any means but there's enough of a beer-gut preview and some impending muffin-top that I feel disappointed with myself when I look in the mirror. It can't be all downhill from here. |
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[Feb. 4th, 2009|10:31 am] |
So I'm looking for a new 70s Dodge van.
I had a fun time with the one I have had for 6 years, trying my best to restore it, doing the green paint job... There's a lot of fun memories from "the early 2000s" that go with this vehicle. Really, I could say this is the best vehicle I've owned as far as longevity. It's 30 years old but the engine just won't quit. Unfortunately, grandpa van is starting to succumb to decay in ways that tell me it's time to move on. I had one of the rear springs just...break. You can't buy replacement leaf-springs any more, they had to fabricate one for $350. Once that was done, they told me about how fucked my suspension is in general and what it would cost. Driving it in the winter, the rust has just got out of control.
So yeah, I could just make it easy on myself and get, you know, some OTHER kind of vehicle... but I think I just need to have a 70s van in my life all the time.
I was excited to find this one:
 
It was amazing to find one of these in such great condition in my own city. The guy was the original owner since 1979! The interior could use a little work but it wouldn't take much. The only drawback is that it doesn't have power steering! It is unbelievable that there was a time that it was acceptable for any vehicle, let alone a big truck to NOT have power steering. There are ways to add that but it is sounding like more of a bitch to deal with than I have time for anymore. I am still considering it though. It's never been driven in the winter... and check out those chrome wheels.
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[Jan. 20th, 2009|08:23 pm] |
I was thinking there is something kind of sad about abandoned blogs. Especially ones that seem like they had a lot of enthusiasm behind them at one point and then just.... trail off. Like mine actually. I thought about deleting it but who knows, maybe some day I might want to remember the person I was back in "The Early 2000s."
I think I was here first, then I started a "friendster" page, then a myspace and nowadays, it seems like the majority of my online time-wasting is over at facebook.
So yeah. I may occasionally drop some half-assed thing in here out of boredom or nostalgia for when I was really into Livejournal but if anybody wants to find me on facebook, it's "Geoffrey Hudson." |
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[Dec. 20th, 2008|05:12 pm] |
I just got back from a lunchbreak and am full of regret over a missed opportunity.
I passed up a chance to have my picture taken with a little monkey in a little Christmas outfit.
There just wouldn't have been enough time to do that and to eat and I was totally starving.
I did give the monkey a quarter. He kind of shyly took it from my hand and I could feel his tiny nails scratch my thumb. It was cute and slightly creepy at the same time. Then he took off his hat to me in thanks.
So now as I sit here in the afterglow of the Whopper value meal, I am wishing I would have got the picture instead.
Don't let life's little moments pass you by.
Fucking CHRISTMAS MONKEY! |
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[Dec. 18th, 2008|12:14 pm] |
I think I will remember the first half of the 2000s for: stuff that's X-Treme! Stuff that ends with an S ending with a Z instead, as in Mad Skillz, and all top-40 music becoming generic hip-hop.
Also, I think I am beginning to experience a new phenomenon that I like to call "dual-layer nostalgia"... Being into the 80s isn't as much fun now as it was back in the early 2000s.
Lately, when I'm lying in bed waiting to go to sleep, I've been finding myself imagining that I am actually on my death bed. If I still have any friends left at that point, I'd be saying things like "No, don't cry. I lived a full life" (lying, trying to be positive.) Then, it's just like I go to sleep except... no dreams and no waking up. I would like to believe that there is some kind of afterlife but I just can't seem to find any faith in such a thing.
Maybe it's all like some sort of virtual reality experience and whatever you believe in strongly enough is what happens, or at least what you hallucinate about as the oxygen leaves your brain. If this is the case, I would like to return as a ghost that fights crime.
http://www.komonews.com/news/offbeat/36092169.html |
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[Dec. 12th, 2008|01:44 pm] |
Found this in my video archives. A fun video clip that I like to watch around holiday time. It's of some friends of mine in the late-90s doing their band, "The Cartridge Family." They were signed up to play as part of the "Coke Christmas Caravan" which apparently meant playing on a little makeshift stage in the parking lot of Meijer in Jenison. I love it for how awkward and kind of uncomfortable it is to watch and the reaction of the "audience" at the end...
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[Dec. 10th, 2008|09:50 am] |
The makings of a fine mullet!
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