walk of shame, river of excuses

yeah so i've been sort of slacking, although i doubt it matters too much. but i did say i was going to do a good job with this, and so i really feel like i should. unfortunately, my previous boast of free internet is far more mitigated than i imagined it would become. so now i have finally taken that last drastic step for internet: the coffeehouse. for all the shit i talk about these places, they do have their advantages i suppose. i'm at kavahouse though, KAVAHOUSE! somebody i know walked by with her dog a few minutes ago and stopped, looked really confused and mouthed 'what are you doing here?' as if coffeeshop wasn't odd enough for me, it had to be kavahouse and not morningstar. i must admit in some ways i'd be more comfortable at morningstar; i always feel kind of shoddy at kavahouse. but fuck morningstar, seriously. i can't handle their shit, too ridiculous for me. or so i claim anyway. i was hoping brooke would be working so i'd feel a little more at ease (nope) but whoever is working was very nice, so that was more than good enough. at various points in my life have people assumed me to be a frequenter of coffeehouses, especially these two. up until now that was very distant from the truth as the only coffeehouse of note to me in eastown is my new (post-billigans speakeasy where only cool people get in) plan for the old intersection space: knocking out a wall and opening mulligans irish (? i guess they can call it that because of all the drinking?) pub and coffee house (yes, irish coffee only). but this place really is alright, and as i stand a deent chance of developing an internet addiction once i get more and more access, it may become a semiregular spot. odd to think for me. what's with coffeehouses anyway? and what's with me channeling seinfeld? on the walk down here i noticed the witch store (terra stella, not spirit dreams) or whatever had their sign out and although it often has amusing pagan witticisms on it, today's was exceptional: big lettering - GET YOUR ROCKS and then small - 15 % and then big again OFF. not bad. i've always been kind of interested in (everything but somewhere in the top 100 or so) pagan/occult stuff. very interesting twist on religion for someone who grows up crc. lot more power to the people if you know what i mean. anyway, my current position is that those sorts of things are good insofar as they inspire people to adopt different perspectives on their lives' varying situations in whatever way. is it real? what do you mean is it real? i think that if my above condition is satisfied it is real in the sense that it is effacacious (sp?). as to what makes it work, well, that's a tougher question, and if becky asks, the answer is i don't think we weren't meant to know that. if someone else asks, well, my response probably depends on my mood.
in other news, i recently purchased the new david gilmour album. and before anyone scoffs, let me just say that i was as skeptical as anyone when i first heard about it coming out (maybe because i was informed via television commercial - what the hell?) but i heard a couple good things and got the chance to borrow it and then after like three days finally got the chance to just sit down and listen to the thing without any interruptions and i really liked it. so i hereby declare it a pretty decent album. definately mellow, definately not entirely floyd but not entirely unlike floyd either of course. in fact it really isn't too many miles from the post-roger stuff, especially division bell, another album i really enjoy. i also purchased dangerdoom the mouse and the mask, which is a good time. funny stuff, good rhymes. not tooooo heavy on aldult swim samples but not too light either. i could really do without brak. but the beats really are incredible, the best thing i've heard in a while. not that i'm some sort of hip hop expert, but whatever. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh. i also picked up that joe walsh album with life's been good on vinyl, which is good because they PUT A FUCKIN STUPID NEW JUKEBOX IN AT THE BAR. at least one casualty has resulted: the injuring of a foot (not mine) due to disgusted kicking of said jukebox.
well i've gotten the laptop pretty well figured out, not that there was too much to do. i need some good headphones and a flash drive. good use for my rebate money if and when i see it. got a confirmation email earlier from those folks informing me it would be 8 weeks from date of postage. now, really, is there some sort of class of postage that intentionally takes extra long? like if you just mailed something to someone an equal distance away there's no way it would take that long. the answer of course is that those bastards really really really want there to be some way they can get you to never cash that check, and this is one of the important ways. i'm sure there are all sorts of important processing steps and i don't want to be rushed, but let's face it, you've got to be kind of a tightass if you're ever gonna get your rebate money. you need to follow their convoluted instructions for what to mail and how, and then actually mail it (a difficulty for many people in this country), and then keep an eye out for something encased in trojan junkmail, hoping to be unthinkingly tossed out. so yeah, watch out for those guys. and don't get me started on the couch people.