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2006 March 7th Tuesday 22:37PST - Alien Artifacts
Sunday afternoon (March 5th) Tony and i stayed in bed until 13:14PST. I brewed some coffee, shaved, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and took the recyclables down to the bins across the parking lot. It was a pleasant day which felt like spring was ready to begin. I fetched the snail-mail which contained the usual junk advertisements, paperwork from Medicare, and my three new CDs from Eat Static. These delightful discs were Alien Artifacts, The Alien E.P.s, and an album by the Dendron side project: Supernatural Jazz. I've been a huge fan of Eat Static and all their associations with other talented musicians (such as Ozric Tentacles) ever since i was a DJ at WRUV in Burlington, Vermont fourteen years ago. Some of the other DJs (such as Doctor Tuna and his "College Of Musical Knowledge", and Chris Howe with "Elevator Music") introduced me to the spooky, trans-galactic, psychedelic, rave-tastic, spazz-tacular noises of the Ozrics and Eat Static, so i purchased Abduction, Implant, and Epsylon. After listening to those discs while i was tripping on acid i was so enamored of their sophisticated sounds, i've since collected all of their releases i could find. These latest CDs are highly entertaining, energetic, and able to put a smile on my face. Sometimes when i'm sexercising privately (or with certain particular buddies like Tony) and vigorously dancing/bouncing/humping on my dildos, i feel vitalized by these kinds of music.
Sunday night we watched our videotaped episodes of Royal Canadian Air Farce; This Hour Has 22 Minutes; the season finales of Hatching, Matching, and Dispatching and Getting Along Famously; then an episode of Saturday Night Live which had only a few funny sketches and some good jokes on the Weekend Update; Malcolm in the Middle; and Agatha Christie: Marple-- By the Pricking of My Thumbs. I think Geraldine MacEwan is a very convincing and quirky actress, and the technical quality of this current series of Marple productions is top-notch, but the screenplays have been somewhat hacked-up and mangled remakes of what were perfectly good mysteries before the unnecessary rewriting.
I awoke Monday around noon (March 6th) but soon decided to go back to bed, and didn't get up until 3:14pm. I had a dream in which i'm outside my grandparents' house in Underhill, Vermont; members of my family are there, such as my little sister Amanda, and also many different friends from my years at school-- Pamela Walker, Lisa Chiodo, James Torrey... we're all on the lawn and i see the grass and trees being blown by a fierce wind; in the distance beneath the dark storm clouds i see a tornado, and it seems to be heading our way; we all rush to find safety indoors, heading down to my grandparents' basement, helping my grandfather Doug in his wheelchair as we make sure all our friends and various pets have been gathered inside; in this basement is a strange labyrinth with many small rooms, concrete walls, and apparently all the supplies we will need to survive for a long time in an emergency; there's a well drilled deep into the ground, there are cupboards filled with preserved foods, there are power generators and artificial lights... we are deep below the ground and yet we can hear an incredible wind, terrifying howls of tempestuous gusts which must surely be destroying everything up above; we expect to emerge from the maze of sheltered passages after the storm to find only wreckage, we worry... and i woke up to realize that there was quite a powerful wind actually blowing outside. Here along the shores of Bellingham Bay the tree branches were swaying and the building was occasionally rattled; the railings and hanging flowerpots along the walkway made squeaking noises as strong gusts made them shake and swing.
Tony and i enjoyed a pot of coffee and some music by Adham Shaikh, as well as another listen to the fabulous Eat Static arrivals. I took my usual handful of pills, washing them down with Colombian Arabica flavored with vanilla, allspice, cinnamon, cloves, ginger, and nutmeg. I fiddled around on my iMac, reading some webcomics, looking at friends' webpages, and sharing some adult material in some Yahoo Groups. The overcast skies became more calm, and the ski areas in British Columbia began to twinkle in the distance after the sun had set.
Monday night we ate some bagels, listened to music, and generally goofed off until we fell asleep at a late hour. I stayed in bed until after 13:14PST Tuesday afternoon (March 7th). I had a friendly chat online with my friend Jace, who will soon be moving out of his condo into a lovely new house being built by his father's construction company. I spent three decades of my life in the vicinity of his home in the towns of Colchester, Essex Junction, and Milton, in the state of Vermont. Tony woke up a couple hours later and suggested going to Shari's Diner for coffee and a meal. So we dressed, shaved, brushed our teeth, made ourselves presentable for public appearance, and drove to the Guide Meridian to enjoy the grub at Shari's. Our waiter was a delicious young gentleman whom we've seen there before, Adrian, and we drank lots of coffee as we ate our fried appetizers (onion rings, zucchini slices, mozzarella sticks), then i had mushroom and wild rice soup plus the seafood platter with french fries, while Tony had a club sandwich and seasoned fries. When we drove home it began to rain although the sun was still shining brightly. We saw (and heard) the noisy red Coast Guard helicopter practising its moves as it hovered and twirled near one of their vessels in the middle of Bellingham Bay.
While surfing around the web i found myself reading Wil Wheaton Dot Net, one of several blogs i happen to browse every so often, and there was a link to a live-action remake of the opening sequence from The Simpsons. I absolutely love this! I believe i've seen all of the hundreds of episodes of the cartoon, and i've probably spent about a thousand hours of my life enjoying reruns of Groening's TV masterpiece, so it was a real treat to see this fantastic homage.
I shared some more sexy pictures in a couple of Adult Yahoo Groups, posting some favorites i've collected over the past few years. At this time, i'm currently subscribed to these Groups using my teledi1d0nix Adult Profile:
Then there are some Groups to which i subscribe using my hutchins_kevin Profile. One is a webcomic which updates almost every week: sometimes Adam And Andy is sweet and funny. One is a webcomic which can be sort of funny, but Hairyer Parts hasn't updated for many months. One is for people interested in Yahoo MahJong, but there is hardly any activity, aside from some typical spam (sigh). And the last one is simply Yahoo Groups Alerts, in which changes or service outages or news relevant to the usage of Yahoo Groups is posted whenever something is actually going take place:
I don't subscribe to any Groups using my mj5fanfun Profile because i want to keep that account spam-free. Amazingly, that is my only account which has still never received a single spam message-- probably because i've been very careful to avoid displaying the complete address anywhere publicly. Earlier this week i thought i would see about adding my Yahoo accounts to the Member Directory; but within ten fucking minutes i immediately began receiving "spim" (Instant Messenger Spam) from 'bots for heterosexual porn websites. So i rushed to remove myself from the Directory, but the fine print indicated that any listing or unlisting would take about twenty-four hours to be completed (what the fuck is up with that? the spammers found me in no time, but the behemoth which is Yahoo's software can't undo this curse?!) I was very meticulous about following the steps to correctly remove myself from the Directory Listings, but today when i search for my real name, i find that all of my accounts are still appearing in the search results! So the stupid jerks have not actually removed me, although far more than twenty-four hours have passed. Now i expect to be bombarded with spam in all three of my Yahoo mailboxes, and the one formerly pristine account will probably be sullied at any moment. Oh well, i suppose it doesn't make much difference if i start receiving three hundred spams per day instead of just the usual one or two hundred.
Some spooky old albums by Synaesthesia played on the stereo while i was reading and writing Tuesday evening, and our neighborhood was very peaceful. Occasionally i could see the lights of airplanes zooming high over the Georgia Strait, the San Juan Islands, and the Lower Mainland of British Columbia. Sometimes the headlamps of southbound trains shone brightly as they hugged the cliffsides along Squalicum Harbor and into downtown Bellingham. A large Foss tugboat departed from the Whatcom Waterway, its many lights reflecting off the surface of the Bay. North State Street and the Boulevard were sleepy as usual. I love this quiet community.
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