Dec. 3rd, 2007
Triumvirate
Dec. 3rd, 2007 01:41 pmAwwww... what a cute pic!
grubbybastard is utterly adorable... but I forget which LJer that is on his left... Grub?
This was my first time in JR's in probably 4 or 5 years, last Friday night after work for Grubbyfest... I believe, though can't swear to it, that Grubby is the first LJ person I've met entirely on my own volition (i.e., not through
peregrin8's or another friend's having met them first and gotten something social together). And as a result of his LJ- and Evite-mediated powwow at JR's, I met a whole slew of D.C. and Baltimoric LJers, the correlations of whose real names, LJ handles, and faces I pretty much instantly forgot, as is my wont and weakness. As expected there was too little Grubby to go around... but though it's always an uphill battle to get myself to meet and talk to new people (I'm still not sure it's about "shyness", but maybe) I did have a good time chatting with a couple small batches of folk. Fortunately,
composerscott had the wherewithal and the inclination to friend me, thereby reminding me to friend him back... also fortunately Grubby posted his list of participants so I can go back and try to figure who was who :)
Didn't hang out too late, as I had come directly from work and started on the Guinness to lubricate the social intercourse (heh-heh). And I hadn't had dinner, so I got toasty pretty fast.
An interesting thing happened on my first trip outside to smoke... a fellow on the street asked to bum one, and as I looked at him, his face (adorable, BTW) was so familiar as to leave no doubt but that I knew him. Like actually knew him: not a one-night stand kind of familiar, more a "We have interacted at length, but in what context?" kind of familiar. Turns out he was Clark, my favorite bartender from the defunct dick bar Heat* ... anyway, while Clark looked healthy enough and nicely if generically clad, he WAS bumming cigarettes on 17th St. Our short conversation bore out that he has seen better days, but is hopeful for gainful employment soon. Yes, I hope so, too... I always really liked Clark.
* ...which inhabited the old "La Cage" space in SE; where danced a staggering array of billy-clubbed black guys, many of whom were perfectly content, when "Aunt Esther" (the managermale, of course) wasn't watching, to permit my tongue to explore their nether regions at the far end of the bar; and which establishment was eminent-domained, with all its naughty brethren, out of existence to build a ball park at enormous and ever-rising taxpayer expense.
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Didn't hang out too late, as I had come directly from work and started on the Guinness to lubricate the social intercourse (heh-heh). And I hadn't had dinner, so I got toasty pretty fast.
An interesting thing happened on my first trip outside to smoke... a fellow on the street asked to bum one, and as I looked at him, his face (adorable, BTW) was so familiar as to leave no doubt but that I knew him. Like actually knew him: not a one-night stand kind of familiar, more a "We have interacted at length, but in what context?" kind of familiar. Turns out he was Clark, my favorite bartender from the defunct dick bar Heat* ... anyway, while Clark looked healthy enough and nicely if generically clad, he WAS bumming cigarettes on 17th St. Our short conversation bore out that he has seen better days, but is hopeful for gainful employment soon. Yes, I hope so, too... I always really liked Clark.
* ...which inhabited the old "La Cage" space in SE; where danced a staggering array of billy-clubbed black guys, many of whom were perfectly content, when "Aunt Esther" (the managermale, of course) wasn't watching, to permit my tongue to explore their nether regions at the far end of the bar; and which establishment was eminent-domained, with all its naughty brethren, out of existence to build a ball park at enormous and ever-rising taxpayer expense.
Yes, the misanthropy has bubbled angrily to the surface today... probably the result of the Reuters poll finding vastly more Americans believe in angels and miracles and heaven and hell than in basic, basically incontrovertible science. What's the point of living in a world so completely dominated by idiots?
As of right now, no hope is left to you,
You breath-takingly stupid human race:
With every waking action you disgrace
Your protozoan past; had they a clue
What ghastly shapes they would evolve into,
They would have left this sphere without a trace
And Earth like Mars would be a barren place
And vastly better off for all that, too.
Would that you find a method to erase
Your petty, awful selves; do not eschew
That which the worst of you, in any case,
Have threatened for six decades: have a nu-
Clear eschaton, or engineer a flu
To wipe your rank lot from this planet's face.
(Baker's quinzean: But leave the protozoa to say "Take Two!")
As of right now, no hope is left to you,
You breath-takingly stupid human race:
With every waking action you disgrace
Your protozoan past; had they a clue
What ghastly shapes they would evolve into,
They would have left this sphere without a trace
And Earth like Mars would be a barren place
And vastly better off for all that, too.
Would that you find a method to erase
Your petty, awful selves; do not eschew
That which the worst of you, in any case,
Have threatened for six decades: have a nu-
Clear eschaton, or engineer a flu
To wipe your rank lot from this planet's face.
(Baker's quinzean: But leave the protozoa to say "Take Two!")
I'm not nearly so universal or strident in my hatred of humanity as my last sonnet suggests. Or, rather, my hatred/disgust/distaste is mediated by a number of things that keep me sane. Here are a few, not in any special order:
1. "Earn more sessions by sleeving."
2. The existence of Alex Baresi and his willingness to do this in public.
3. My vastly intelligent, big-hearted, talented, wonderful, wysiwyg friends.
4. THIS version of "Paranoimia" by The Art of Noise from In Visible Silence (I finally found it!)... and also "Camilla" and everything else on that same album. I'm honestly a trifle unsure how I survived the past 7 or so years without having replaced this CD once Jim Weaver stole it, and all the rest of my CDs, from me.
5. "You're dirtsome loath."
6. Oban and close kith and kin.
7. Penn, Teller, and Eddie Izzard.
8. Antonia Rey's performance in Hair. Also Charlotte Rae's.
9. My kitties.
10. Johannes Brahms's violin sonatas.
1. "Earn more sessions by sleeving."
2. The existence of Alex Baresi and his willingness to do this in public.
3. My vastly intelligent, big-hearted, talented, wonderful, wysiwyg friends.
4. THIS version of "Paranoimia" by The Art of Noise from In Visible Silence (I finally found it!)... and also "Camilla" and everything else on that same album. I'm honestly a trifle unsure how I survived the past 7 or so years without having replaced this CD once Jim Weaver stole it, and all the rest of my CDs, from me.
5. "You're dirtsome loath."
6. Oban and close kith and kin.
7. Penn, Teller, and Eddie Izzard.
8. Antonia Rey's performance in Hair. Also Charlotte Rae's.
9. My kitties.
10. Johannes Brahms's violin sonatas.