friends and anomalies

Blergh.

I had big plans for today -- I was going to get up early, hit the gym, get all kinds of useful stuff done.

Slept through the alarm. For three hours. And what sounds like a major forestry project going on just outside the window.

Hrm. Guess I was tired.

I've been looking forward to today all week, because it's my first night of not having to go into work. I had big plans involving a couple of bottles of wine and sitting on the floor of the office sorting out piles of paper and clearing out the stacks of organizing that have been waiting for that perfect "round to it" moment and being perfectly wonderfully blissfully introverted.

Then a friend reminded me I have a ticket to the Ravonettes show tonight. Crap. I got the ticket because I wanted to see them play, but I'm not really in the mood for it, you know? I'm still all cranky and anti-social.

Now a punk show -- that I could get into. Yeah, jumping around in a mess of bodies and screaming and chaos, getting covered in other peoples' sweat, getting swept around by the crowd and barely staying on your feet --- dying of the heat and crush, but keeping the leather jacket on because it's padding against that sudden elbow or boot in the back. Coming home exhausted, covered in bruises and with a cracked throat.

Now that would suit me fine right now.

Still, I'll go tonight because I know I will enjoy myself once I get there. I'll have a few beers with friends, and once it's over I'll be glad I went.

And tomorrow -- tomorrow is all mine.

--------------------------------

Every once in a while I do the "freindsfriends" thing on LJ just so I can see posts from people I don't know. I see a lot of Sturgeons Law demonstrated there. I also stumble across the occasional really interesting poster, and I add them to my friends list cause I like reading interesting people.

theferrett is one of those. His posts are funny. His webpage is hysterical. His rant on Why I Can't Rape My Wife had me in bloody tears.

richmackin has been writing letters to corporations for years, and I've been seeing them reprinted all over the place. I could never really remember his name until electrolyte picked up some of his zines in Tucson. At complete random the other night I typed his name into the LJ search, and voila. Gold.

I stumbled across being_homeless in a community where she was introducing herself. Reading her LJ is... hard. A reminder of what it's like to have nothing because you have no place to keep it. Of getting sick because the person who slept in the shelter bed the night before you had the flu, and of not getting better because you can't get out of the rain. Hard to read, but worth reading for that very reason.

And for the other Torontonians here, something that made me laugh out loud.


--------------------------------

And now I go get to put clothes on and see what I can accomplish this afternoon.

Maybe I'll go do laundry. Clean underwear would be kinda nice.

--------------------------------

[Edit]

Left this one out.

preachermanfeed The syndicated feed from Real Live Preacher. Because he is passionate, articulate, devout, opinionated and down-to-earth. He writes articles with titles like "What's In The Preacher's Pants" and rages equally against those people who would turn his faith into a decoration or a battering ram.

Now I really am going to go do something useful.