Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

I'm not really sure what I'm going to do with this account. I've been on Facebook and Twitter forever, and kind of missed long-form entries. SUP moving LJ's servers to Russia was a good excuse to move my LJ over here (cringing at many of my old entries in the process). So, I may be taking some exploratory stabs at different topics over the next few weeks to see what feels right. To anyone from LJ who's still listening: hi! I missed you! To any new people from DW or elsewhere on the internets: Hi! Nice to meet you!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRR

So I was at this party the other night, and some guy gave me the Beard Nod.

For those of you who don't know, the Beard Nod is a slight inclination of the head that one bearded dude gives to another in acknowledgment of his beardiness. It's almost as if to say, "I see that you also have a beard. Let us rejoice in our manliness."

I wasn't really intended to grow my beard out again, and in fact didn't really realize that it was so big and crazy until I got the Beard Nod. I think it's either time for me to shave or start wearing more flannel.

In honor of LJ boycott day, I will be spamming your f-list today. Although, given my posting volume, "spamming" will probably end up meaning like 3 posts. Anyway.

Fight the fighting of the power!

Happy (slightly belated) birthday to carrie and afuna, and a slightly less belated happy birthday to raphaelcentauri! Did you guys do that on purpose?

Ugh. Got some sort of horrible cold/virus thing. I actually left work early today, and am probably not going in tomorrow... which is just as well, since we're supposed to get like 10 inches of snow or some bullshit. And now to curl up under several blankets and watch season 2 of House on DVD.

Best/worst bumpersticker spotted the other day: "Hang up your cellphone. If you need directions call Jesus".

Hey everyone,

Just got back from Philadelphia. I had very limited internet access while I was there, and what I did have I had to use for work, so don't be surprised if I comment on something from last week.

Philly was pretty fucking awesome. I had a really hard time getting used to people actually being polite to me, and to traffic signals actually meaning something. We ate at a few badass restaurants, the most notable of which was this tapas-ish place that has a whole page of different cheese selections, and all sorts of fancy-ass beer. I also got to spend some time wandering around the city taking pictures of interesting things. And here some of them are, below the cut...

Another meme, this one from idonotlikepeas.

Oh yeah, in case you don't know, comment here and I'll ask you to explain yourself regarding 7 of your userpics, blah blah blah.

I finally got around to talking to my friend Cecily on the phone yesterday. I think it had been... shit, I don't even know. Months? She's over on the other side of the country now, but you know how it is with those good friends, you can always reconnect.

Cecily and I met when we were both working at this ice cream store in Jamaica Plain, MA. We kind of immediately pegged each other as troublemakers (haha pegging), and spent most of our time there finding ways to make work not feel like work. .

Immediately springing to memory...

Bringing disposable cameras to work and taking pictures of random shit - I still have a closeup of the back of one of my coworker's necks that I took for no goddamn reason - also we have complete documentation of a gigantic whipped cream fight.

Weird dressup themes - I remember we all wore weird dollar-store raver visors one night, and she put my hair in pigtails (I had a lot more hair back then, what with the metal and all \m/). That night I was really popular with a lot of our male customers for some reason.

General halfassery and fun-having, as only college kids who've found themselves in charge of a large retail operation can truly understand.


After work Cecily would host work-parties at her house, and whoever closed the store that night would come over to get baked and draw with markers, lie around and philosophize, and make fun of everything. Many times we would stay up til dawn, and on at least a few occasions we went back to the ice cream store (which doubled as a coffee shop in the morning) and ordered banana splits at 6:30AM. Goddamn the openers hated us. Suckers.

As much as some things about that time sucked (living with evil junky roommate, being dirt poor, living in state of perma-breakup), there are so many days of that time that I wouldn't trade for the world.

I'm glad I talked to you, Cecily. I really needed that.

PS TENTACLE PORN MUHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!

Hey everybody,

I posted a couple new songs today (well, actually very old but newly recorded at home). They're at my Virb page here if you're so inclined.

Word.