oh yeah, since i’m once again housesitting, you can contact me with instant messenger- a800000 . good friends- if you do get the number, let it ring once, hang up, call back.

friday night i went to a fiesel show in warwick and ate tofu dogs & sauerkraut with susie, then a party with dan’s famous chili. saturday went to a party at secretly jess’s house and what a lulu- just what the doctor ordered. models inc. played in the living room and in addition to the greatness of their usual set they covered cool breeze’s “lightening in the skies over worcester” song and the bad personalities’ “ham parade” and performed the “fujichia anthem” (which they wrote as my payment for helping them record some weeks ago). i’ll try and get a recording of this song soon and have it play obnoxiously when one loads the page. after models inc. the handles played and it was phenominal. the handles are a party band, much like the way i imagine the kingsmen were, except they play country western music (with violin, upright bass, hollow body guitar, drums with brushes &tc.). they played a double set- we wouldn’t let them stop. after they played, we realized that the cops never came, the way we thought they would, so we had a hands-in-the-circle “nooooooooo cops!” cheer. this was followed by a “fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck fascists!” cheer and a “iiiiiiiiiiiiii didn’t vote!” cheer. wild dance party commenced with melissa #1′s epic mix tape of all-female party jams. it was great- it really underlined for me the fact that the fitchburg-style dance party (the rowdy punk rock singalong with pig piles) isn’t really about male aggression or machismo, as many imply. what can i say? good job everyone! oh yeah, bravo jenny for yelling at the cops when they did come (which was when i was leaving anyway). sunday played pinball with timbro and murray, watched “mitchell” and ate coffee ice cream. letter from the cd guys this morning indicates that my cds are set to ship out today, and i should have them “in a couple days”. so my pessimistic predictions of last week, when i was told they were shipping out friday, are accurate. but that doesn’t mean i feel good about it. oh yeah i’m not surprised or anything but it’s snowing in worcester.

oh yeah, please vote for me in the wormtown.org poll. i know that no one who reads this page is interested in interacting with me in any way, even by the anonymous minimal proxy of a checkbox, but come on.

choked down my fear of telephone and called the cd place. cds are shipping today (exasperated sigh) and will probably arrive “monday or tuesday” (which is to say, wednesday, and having said that, friday). again, i’m housesitting this week so if you can’t reach me by phone try instant messenger- a800000 .

so i went to media play to return those cds but come on, i’m not good at being angry and confrontational. they had 1 package of the 650 mb cds, so i managed to enact a trade, but the 650 was $16 less than the other. they would not give me the difference in cash. i argued, i whined, but most importantly i tried to be reasonable. i figured i could just get the rest in credit, then wait at the cashier for someone buying something for $16 or more, and give it to them for the trade. i tried this once and they kicked me out of the store. i waited in front of the store, talking to people going in, for ten minutes or so. this guy said he was calling security but he wouldn’t tell me why. i wasn’t scamming or pestering anyone. exasperated and shaking i left. in general i realized: not only will most people not help you ever, but most people will assume that if you talk to them you are trying to scam them, and will retaliate by being complete assholes. i beg you, anyone that reads this: don’t be an asshole. help people out. if you see people being assholes, confront them about it. check for religious jewlery- this makes the arguments easier. cds still not come. today i worked at the co-op. i’m starving and dinner won’t ber ready until 9 probably. it’s cool breeze’s birthday today, and also jamie buckmaster is in town. soory guys, i’m going to bed.

the one god damn thing i accomplished today was buying blank cds so as to enable me finishing up the noodles incorporated and sax is confusion albums. but the fucking god damn piece of shit cds are the god damn fucking console recorder-specific type and do not work in my cdr. i hadn’t noticed the distinction. i mean i knew it existed, but only chumps have these console music-only units– my assumption is that the world has less chumps than it really does. luckily i was concerned about the fact that it was 700mb (vs the usual 750) so i the asked a guy specifically “will these work in my cd recorder” and he said “yes”. so tomorrow i can go down there and get good and mad and yell at people and get my god damn 31.50 back.

it’s times like these that i’m happy i bought that jandek album.

more waiting. today was attempt number two of making the cds arrive by
being not at the house- i rode all over downtown with href="http://kesslar.diaryland.com">kessler. i stayed out way after
the truck would’ve arrived- i didn’t even race home. but now i am
home and the cds aren’t here and all that anxiety i saved up is playing
it’s course. tomorrow i have to work the new coop (artichoke, on main
street– shop
there. i’ll most likely be there from 3-7– you can buy me a guava soda
from the bodega across the street). also i’m scheduled to cook
tomorrow. this will require some strategy, and i have just the
strategem. to be honest, i thought about this move before- getting out of
obligations by not getting out of bed at all. the next day i’ll just
say “oh, i’m sorry, i was right upstairs the whole time, you should have
come get me!” but at the time, when it’s going down, no one
will suspect that i’m secretly in bed. this will hereafter be known as
“the astral plane” maneuver.

cds still not come. wanted to go on a big walk to decompress (all day i just paced around, or stared out the window) but i was wicked hungry. couldn’t have walked to clark in time to sneak into the caf, didn’t want to bike (afraid of crashing) so i decided to wait until dinner. secretly jess calls to invite me to a spanish horror movie (the devil’s backbone- it was ok i guess) so i wait until dinner is ready at my house, wolf some down (not enough to satisfy me), then immediately rush on my bike over to clark (i’m late for the movie anyway). all i do is wait, or hurry. i never proceed at my own pace (i have no pace) and i never relax. tomorrow, more of the same i promise you. this entry should have been just a single, big comma. oh, and i still have to write two more articles for the new fiction zine.

ok, so willy shakes, 1/2 of electronic bedroom combo “things are looking for mike and will” confirms the rumours i’ve heard re: TALUFM&W name change. he and mike bell smith have indeed chosen to change the name, and have settled on “the manor”. will: “our sources told us it was just too long.” to long for whom? and for what purposes? i urge everyone to leave a message in the guestbook for will (and the world) to see, that the world loves great band names regardless of length.

i’m sorry everyone but i’m going totally crazy. also, the hocus focus tape little andrew made me is rapidly becoming my favorite (or, to make a little andrew joke, it’s my “my favorite”) but it (the tape) broke today. i can fix it, but not in my condition. my condition is: crazy. it isn’t just waiting for this abstract cuss box of of cds to arrive from the presses- i think that just set it off. incidentally the truck didn’t return. if it doesn’t come tomorrow i don’t know what i’ll do. i’ve even exhausted (in my head) all those theoretical “go crazy do something achieve some sort of resolve” items, such as punching someone in the face, tearing out my own throat, &tc.- even these faithful friends- no good.

still no cds. this morning i awoke to the sound of the ups truck brakes screeching, but my understanding is that the truck travels this road twice in a day, with packages for my fine house on the way back. so fingers remain crossed. i located that he-man bedsheet i knew i had, and am considering exactly which shirt i want the [name of he-man's lady friend] with cobra headdress patch on, and where. remembreance of things past is going smoothly, and is very much enjoyable, though i’m concerned i might not finish it (as i do have a history). incidentally the first section is about lying in bed after waking up, so yes, there’s definitely a sleep motif going on.

important dates: march 29th at the home for wayward boys on myrtle ave, in the basement: king tuff, secret wars (reunion show), bad personalities, models inc.. march 22nd at trans buddha, mission sequence: life and some other shitty bands at trance buddha (the show that glasses brigade sez is a “guaran-fuckin’-teed” good time).