Verdigris to play the Vogue, October 1st, opening for <Pure.

Yes, we're going to open for them this time. It ought to be fun. We've only opened once before, and it wasn't for them. Going first affords you the chance to enjoy yourself the rest of the night, long after you've entertained the group... or go home early if you so desired.

I'm neglectful... what can I say? I've gotten to that point where the blog is no longer fresh and new.

Due to that, and that I've had some sort of psycho stressful rollercoaster of a life over the past week or so... I just haven't really had the time to say anything. And... I don't really want to say anything.

Think of it like this: You're young. Maybe 10. Your parents get you a lockable diary for your birthday or something. From that day you start to write. After a few days, maybe even a couple of weeks, the entries become fewer and fewer.

You find this diary some 10 to 20 years later, and having long ago lost the key, come to find that a healthy adult-sized tug would open it right up. You notice how your entries went, and vow one day to start a journal again, but this time to keep it up. You don't start, or at the very least, if you did start, it dwindled on just as your childhood attempts.

Well, there, I feel a lot better. I'm not making any promises about this blog. I'll put in it what I want, when I want. After all, it's a journal for me that I've been kind enough to allow others access to.

It's been a week since I last posted. That could only mean one of a couple things... either I've been too busy to post, my past week has been extraordinarily boring, or I've not had access to a computer.

Considering I work on computers, and have been to work consistently during the past week, that rather rules out the last excuse.

My girlfriend has recently acquired a job, and with her many car issues, giving her rides, and myself moving from one end of the webroom to the other and getting reoriented to the light and my new place -- there has been no lack of excitement over the past week. Did I mention we went to the Puyallup Fair? Gawddamned sunburns...

So, the truth is, I've actually been too busy to post, but since I've made myself guilty over the whole thing, here I am, posting.

Now if only I had something interesting to say...

Who would win...?

Okay which would you put your money on to K.O. the fastest? Mike Tyson or NyQuil?

Sure, Tyson used to be known for his winning streak and K.O.'s, but he's getting old, and really, with the exception of that whole ear-biting incident, he hasn't been around much lately. On the other hand, NyQuil has been around for a while (at least 30 years) and has a strong, albeit quiet reputation for rendering people unconscious. According to Denis Leary, "The label should say, 'Don't make any fucking plans.'" And most recently, Scott Kurtz, author of PVP Online wrote: Maybe the only reason NyQuill is so good is due to the fact that it renders you unconcious.

I couldn't say it better myself.

Vicious Dolls, and bitchy, too...

Last night, Verdigris and <Pure played the Vicious Dolls Drag and Variety Show at the Vogue on Capitol Hill in Seattle. (Is that enough bold for you?)

Normally (I can only say normally since we've played there a few times before), the show is hosted by Dominatrix Roxy and Jesse Volt, however, last night the first half of the show was hosted by a couple of dolls I'd never seen before, and the show simply didn't have the fun flair of past shows. Honestly, I was rather disappointed.

In addition to that, they cut <Pure's set short, and got pissed at us for playing a reprise of our closing song.

Now, I don't want to make it sound all that horrible, I mean, this is all behind-the-scenes stuff that the massive audience, that we pulled in, probably was never aware of. I love the shows, and imagine that if I still lived in Seattle, that I might go see them more often. Drag, lipsyncing, a couple of bands thrown in... what more could you want in an evening's entertainment?

What a great day to sit around and do absolutely nothing.

Well, in today's case, "nothing" will be defined by: acquiring row 1 tickets to Tool (or for what I'm told is a better site than the official one: try this), allowing first aid to be trained at hospitals on StarMUD, getting and eating teriyaki, and watching The Commitments.

And I haven't even played NWN yet.

I better get to it. =]

Yeah, so I'm tired.

I have been thinking about this blog entry off and on for a good 7 hours now. I had initially thought to start it off with "The terrorists have won." but thought better of it. I really didn't intend on saying much of anything about the non-event that is coming up in one week, but certain events have arisen that have made me change my mind.

Forgive me if this gets too long. I'll try to chop it up into coherant segments.

First off, I wasn't deeply moved by the events of 9/11. I understand that many people lost friends and loved ones in the tragedy, but at the time, it just seemed like interesting TV. Maybe I (and others like me, if there are others like me) have become desensitized. Or maybe we simply haven't suffered enough. I'm not a huge fan of history, but I can't think of any wars or other global events that drastically changed my life like Vietnam, WWI & II, or the Great Depression. Hell, I came out of the Dotcom Fallout without even losing my tech job.

There were only a few things that changed for me that I noticed. There have been a lot more flags around. Personally, I consider it faux-patriotism. I've attempted to verbally defend my country on more than one occasion to a slandering Swede, and am pretty damn proud to live where I do and have the opportunities I do. I do not, however, need to stick a red, white, and blue bumpersticker on my car that proclaims that.

Also, the ferries started up a security sweep, and heightened analness about backpacks, briefcases, and other personal belongings being unattended. I've almost got the recorded announcement memorized.

It was on the ferry that I was inspired to write this... we had two Coast Guard escorts.

Amazing. Simply amazing.

I somehow managed to only connect to the 'net a few times this weekend, and when I did, it was typically just to check out Star. However, in so doing, I didn't drop a single update to my massive audience of what... 5? I know you're all breathless with antici... pation.

Once upon a time there was a three-day-weekend. And on the first of these days, our hero opted to sleep in a little less than usual for a Saturday. Later there was a trip to the Humane Society, where he and his lovely young girl-on-his-arm found the most adorable pastel-y calico american longhair. As most of you know, calico cats are a patchwork of large orange and black splotches upon a white canvas. This kitten however, was more a peach & grey on white. Tragically however, the kitten was on hold for some mean unnamed antagonist, until the even meaner arch-villian landlord of the antagonist could give his/her yea/nay over the pet. And, she (since all calico & tortishell cats are female) is on hold until today.

A day on which I work. Er, the hero works...

The next day saw our hero trekking to the far and distand land of Seattle, where he spent many a weary hour designing and collaborating on the webpage for his band with the guitarrist/vocalist/frontman. Then the entire band, and those from <PURE, moved into their new practice space in South Seattle. Warm takeout met our hero at home, as we all know that a home-cooked meal is the least that the woman of the house can do to welcome home her hero. (I'm kidding!)

Which brings us to the last day of the special weekend. A day frought with peril as our hero voyages back to a place he once called home. There he acquired the DVD's of ALIEN +4 and his Subwoofer of Making-his-car-stereo-stop-sucking-ass. Later, he and his girl went to the final battle at the mall. As one can imagine in tales such as these, the hero was victorious, and emerged with bountiful treasure, plentiful food, and Cinnabon Rolls.

Alas, the weekend is over, and too is my tale. And after shopping, I've not the fundage to get the kitten anyway, so I hope whoever had her on hold is able to take her home...