I'll Be Back (?)

I'll Be Back (?)

Just watched the season premiere of Real Time With Bill Maher. Wanna know my politics? Watch Bill. I'm with him at least 90-95% of the time. (I'll forgive his ignorance about parenting and his animal-rights all-hunters-are-drunken-r ednecks horseshit given how fucking insightful and articulate he is abotu damn near everything else.) Very fun show. Go to hbo.com and find his New Rules. Wonderful, fabulously-written stuff.

Also watched the last 20 minutes of a repeat of the Sopranos from the last season. I love that show, but wasn't able to watch the last season. Tnoight's repeat was the one where Adrianna got whacked. Her character was like most of the others - you wanted to feel sorry for her, and you wanted to punch her in the face at the same time. Christ, what an annoying cunt. Shit, they're ALL annoying cunts on that show. I LOVE it. Good old-fashioned senseless violence. Good shit there on HBO.

It was nice to kick back in my new chair with a pint of Murphy's and watch TV for an hour. I haven't watched an hour total of TV in the past month, and probably 54 minutes of that was porn.

I've got a myspace page now. I'm not putting a link to it up, because even though it's pretty fucking easy to find me given all the psychotic shit I've written online in the past 9 years, I want to have some distance between this blog and a more open place for me to actually use my full name on a regular basis. This blog will become more vague, actual names and places will be more obscured. I'll still write the same insane shit, of course. Go find my myspace page yourself (a few of you have, given the friend requests I've found there, so I know it ain't hard to find) and it will be a more guarded thing, where I'll post info about the band's dates and shit like that.

The last day at work was strange. My supervisor - who hasn't acted like he gave two fucks about me for weeks now, including when I gave him my notice last week - caught up with me on the way to the restroom and we had a very nice, friendly conversation. He asked what I was going on to, and when I mentioned I was still looking for part-time work during the day...

I've had a feeling for three months now that me leaving would call their bluff on not being more flexible with me about scheduling. I got a nice ego boost today. C immediately offered me a possible opening for part-time employment there. He can't promise anything, it's not up to him, but I MIGHT be going back in a couple weeks and working a four-hour shift over lunch breaks, getting out in plenty of time to still fill up my teaching schedule. This is an amazing development even if it doesn't happen. I've been shown how much they value having me around, and even though it's a shit job, that's a nice feeling. They're starting inventory tomorrow (I got out just in time, it's going to be NUTS in there for a while) but he told me to call Jenny on Wednesday and see where we stand. I have few real objections to doing this (the drive to the opposite end of town from the music store being one) and I'll be glad to do it for a while, though I doubt it will last long. I've got other priorities now, and I've also got ANOTHER cool devlopment.

The owner of the music store was out for the night, and his wife was running the store. I hadn't met her before. She is VERY cool. I told her about the job I'd just left, and mentioned how cool it was to work in an environment with 80% of my co-workers being black. She said "See, that's perfect for me, because I have black guys follow me like I'm a magnet."

"Oh?"

"It's my ass, you see." She stood up. She's got a BIG ass. Big fat fuckin' ass. I'm starting to think *I'm* black, because goddamn, I like that big booty.

We went from ass-talk to religion, and I repeated to her my personal theme of the past year - I've come to realize that even if there is absolutely no higher power at all, if everything is random, if almost nothing we do means ANYTHING except that we must treat others as we want to be treated...so what? It sounds nihlistic and negative to talk about the universe in such stark terms, but I think that's bullshit. It's LIBERATING. It's what has made my life FAR more tolerable. It takes the heat off. I don't REALLY think it's all random, I have no doubt that SOMETHING put all this shit into motion and in some way binds us together, but I don't really know shit about it and I don't really care, because I've got rent to pay, music to channel, and pussy to fuck. "God" hans't shown me shit, and I'm not interersted in hanging around and waiting on his ass. There's been some amazing coincidences pop up in the past few years that one would WANT to believe is some kind of guiding hand at work, but I know that NONE of it would hav ehappened if I hand't got off my ass first. So fuck it. I've got about as much use for religion right now as I do for yeast infections.

She's a lot of fun to talk to.

Anyway, the cool thing that happened was that the store owner came in right before closing with thweir son (who is CUTE AS HELL at two years old, and I asked if he liked older women so I could set him up with my daughter) and we talked about the new policy - lesson prices are going up. It won't affect current students, but I'll be making four more bucks per lesson on all new students from this point on. this can add up QUICK. Shit, if all the current students were paying that rate, I'd be making what I made at the warehouse, instead of being just short enough to need that part-time work.

I'm heading in a good direction. Shit be happenin'.

I'm having serious fantasies about the mother of one of my students. I've mentioned her before. I said she looked like Teri Hatcher. Well, not exactly. Definitely diffwerent, but god DAMN I want to bury my face in that. She's very involved with her son, she sits in on the lessns and probably knows more about what is going on than he does, probably becuase he's so ADD that he makes me look like King Focus. We exchange a LOT of glances adn smiles, and I know it's 99% about the job and not me personally, but she seems very comfortable around me, she trusts me to give her son the right information, she laughs at my jokes, she notices how much I like teaching him (he's totally scattered, but a VERY fun kid) and...wow...what a great smile, a great body, a great face. I like her a LOT. And, of course, I can't say a fucking thing. Shit. Oh well, I enjoy the energy between us. It feels very nice.

I hope the lawyer shows up tomorrow. She had to call off last week.

Time for go to bed, Tor.

Goodnight,
Dougie