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» My computer gave away my secrets
my friend was fired from his job in a sex shop
when his boss found evidence that he'd been looking at bus timetables on his work computer.
(Sun 12th Feb 2006, 8:11, More)
my friend was fired from his job in a sex shop
when his boss found evidence that he'd been looking at bus timetables on his work computer.
(Sun 12th Feb 2006, 8:11, More)
» The most childish thing you've done as an adult
courting Alice part 2.
In this post, I told the story of how I gained the notice of Alice, and noted that I eventually went out with her. This post is about how we actually became an item.
One glorious day I went on a date with Alice. Or at least sort of. Me and Alice and a couple of other people were going to see Nick Cave, but the others dropped by the wayside. Backsliders and hypocrites unwilling to answer the call of Saint Nick, and yet I silently thanked rather than cursed them, and when the day came it was just the two of us.
Could you have but seen the magnificence of me that day! Clad in four shades of black, my hair a very Icarus ascending to the heavens, and as if servants went before me throwing rose petals, a pleasant scent of hair products attended all. Mephistopheles in denim, ready to tempt who he will, and no doubt these things in my stomach are no butterflies but sleek and scintillant incubbi.
I arrived early. Actually three hours early, so anxious was I to not be late. So there was no-one there but people setting up, and this one guy drinking at the bar...
No way. Fuck, I think it is.
"Excuse me...are you Mick Harvey?"
He turned to me, and replied
"Yes, I am."
Even then I didn't know whether it was really him, or just some random fan having a lend of me. He pretty much looked like every other male that was going to be there:
(although in our minds we looked more like this:
)
"I...I really loved 'The Adversary'. That was pretty much my favourite song for a while."
At the mention of his lesser-known solo career he bid me sit down (no mean feat in my jeans) and talk to him. Soon we got on to my meeting Alice and the whole situation.
"Are you gunna ask her to be your girlfriend?" he asked when I'd finished.
"Oh, yeah...I mean, not today. Soon, when it's..."
"No!" he slammed his hands on to the bar, and I jumped.
"No! You've got to ask her today. Today or you won't ask her at all. You'll wait and wait for the right time, and there'll always be some reason not to, and then you never will, and she'll go out with Some. One. Else!" the last emphasised with more crashing of hands.
"No, I will, I really.." I said weakly, for it was as my heart was a bell, and those hands the clapper that struck it truly, bringing forth the note that was within me.
"No, you won't. You say you will but you won't. Listen.." and here he leant forward, and his voice lowered.
"Listen...you know what groupies are?"
I nodded.
"We get groupies man. Everywhere, just...beautiful girls. And, it's not...it's not the same thing..."
He stopped, and turned away from me. Did he softly say the word 'Deanna', or has my imagination added that in?
Again his eyes looked into mine, and he held my suit-coated arms.
"I want you to promise me, promise me now, that you'll ask her today."
"O..OK, OK, I promise" I said, actually a bit scared of him, and more than ever wondering if this was really Mick Harvey, or if this was a drunk who had been pretending to be the bass player from AC/DC last week.
"Good man. Good man. I've gotta go and get ready, but yeah, good to meet you apeloverage."
And with that he left.
My brain awhirl, I simply sat for an unknown time, until both relief and new fear came in the form of Alice herself.
I considered casually mentioning that "yeah, I was just talking to Mick Harvey actually. Cool guy", but said nothing. Almost literally nothing. I wasn't that good at talking to girls at the best of times, and this was the worst of times.
The support band passed by like the last bus, and then it was time.
And the guy I was talking wasn't one of the band.
I actually grinned, so great was my relief. If he wasn't Mick Harvey, then I didn't have to follow his advice, which was no doubt part of the jape, trying to get me to make an ass of myself. Or so I told myself.
Some time later, and "all right, this is the last one! This is called the Ship Song!" But wait! The guitarist (Blixa Bargeld) made 'hang on' motions to Nick.
"Hello...er, I am Blixa Bargeld."
"And...er, Mick Harvey was not able to play today, because he fell ill. But he has a note here, which he wants me to read."
"'I met someone before the gig today called apeloverage. And he promised me that he was going to do something. But I don't think he's going to.'"
Oh no. Alice looked at me, and I looked at my oncoming doom.
"'So, I'm going to do it for him. Alice Liddell, apeloverage really likes you, and he wants to know if you would be his girlfriend.'"
And she did.
(Fri 18th Sep 2009, 10:46, More)
courting Alice part 2.
In this post, I told the story of how I gained the notice of Alice, and noted that I eventually went out with her. This post is about how we actually became an item.
One glorious day I went on a date with Alice. Or at least sort of. Me and Alice and a couple of other people were going to see Nick Cave, but the others dropped by the wayside. Backsliders and hypocrites unwilling to answer the call of Saint Nick, and yet I silently thanked rather than cursed them, and when the day came it was just the two of us.
Could you have but seen the magnificence of me that day! Clad in four shades of black, my hair a very Icarus ascending to the heavens, and as if servants went before me throwing rose petals, a pleasant scent of hair products attended all. Mephistopheles in denim, ready to tempt who he will, and no doubt these things in my stomach are no butterflies but sleek and scintillant incubbi.
I arrived early. Actually three hours early, so anxious was I to not be late. So there was no-one there but people setting up, and this one guy drinking at the bar...
No way. Fuck, I think it is.
"Excuse me...are you Mick Harvey?"
He turned to me, and replied
"Yes, I am."
Even then I didn't know whether it was really him, or just some random fan having a lend of me. He pretty much looked like every other male that was going to be there:
(although in our minds we looked more like this:
)"I...I really loved 'The Adversary'. That was pretty much my favourite song for a while."
At the mention of his lesser-known solo career he bid me sit down (no mean feat in my jeans) and talk to him. Soon we got on to my meeting Alice and the whole situation.
"Are you gunna ask her to be your girlfriend?" he asked when I'd finished.
"Oh, yeah...I mean, not today. Soon, when it's..."
"No!" he slammed his hands on to the bar, and I jumped.
"No! You've got to ask her today. Today or you won't ask her at all. You'll wait and wait for the right time, and there'll always be some reason not to, and then you never will, and she'll go out with Some. One. Else!" the last emphasised with more crashing of hands.
"No, I will, I really.." I said weakly, for it was as my heart was a bell, and those hands the clapper that struck it truly, bringing forth the note that was within me.
"No, you won't. You say you will but you won't. Listen.." and here he leant forward, and his voice lowered.
"Listen...you know what groupies are?"
I nodded.
"We get groupies man. Everywhere, just...beautiful girls. And, it's not...it's not the same thing..."
He stopped, and turned away from me. Did he softly say the word 'Deanna', or has my imagination added that in?
Again his eyes looked into mine, and he held my suit-coated arms.
"I want you to promise me, promise me now, that you'll ask her today."
"O..OK, OK, I promise" I said, actually a bit scared of him, and more than ever wondering if this was really Mick Harvey, or if this was a drunk who had been pretending to be the bass player from AC/DC last week.
"Good man. Good man. I've gotta go and get ready, but yeah, good to meet you apeloverage."
And with that he left.
My brain awhirl, I simply sat for an unknown time, until both relief and new fear came in the form of Alice herself.
I considered casually mentioning that "yeah, I was just talking to Mick Harvey actually. Cool guy", but said nothing. Almost literally nothing. I wasn't that good at talking to girls at the best of times, and this was the worst of times.
The support band passed by like the last bus, and then it was time.
And the guy I was talking wasn't one of the band.
I actually grinned, so great was my relief. If he wasn't Mick Harvey, then I didn't have to follow his advice, which was no doubt part of the jape, trying to get me to make an ass of myself. Or so I told myself.
Some time later, and "all right, this is the last one! This is called the Ship Song!" But wait! The guitarist (Blixa Bargeld) made 'hang on' motions to Nick.
"Hello...er, I am Blixa Bargeld."
"And...er, Mick Harvey was not able to play today, because he fell ill. But he has a note here, which he wants me to read."
"'I met someone before the gig today called apeloverage. And he promised me that he was going to do something. But I don't think he's going to.'"
Oh no. Alice looked at me, and I looked at my oncoming doom.
"'So, I'm going to do it for him. Alice Liddell, apeloverage really likes you, and he wants to know if you would be his girlfriend.'"
And she did.
(Fri 18th Sep 2009, 10:46, More)
» I'm going to Hell...
Gilbrecht and Solomon present:
dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum...
I am the very model of a left-wing intellectual
I'm Jewish and a communist and also homosexual
I fight for every evil and un-German ideology
Like Bolshevism, anarchy and Freudian psychology!
He fights for every evil and un-German ideology
and maybe he's a British spy who's stealing our technology!
I'm decadent, undisciplined, and not authoritarian
I don't believe the Japanese are altogether Aryan
I'm rather fond of gypsies and believe in relativity
I don't turn up to Hitler Youth, I'd rather have a cup of tea!
A decadent, undisciplined, Judeo-Communistic swine
We wish he'd find the energy to bugger off to Palestine!
(note: this is the fault of this post)
(Mon 15th Dec 2008, 11:37, More)
Gilbrecht and Solomon present:
dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum...
I am the very model of a left-wing intellectual
I'm Jewish and a communist and also homosexual
I fight for every evil and un-German ideology
Like Bolshevism, anarchy and Freudian psychology!
He fights for every evil and un-German ideology
and maybe he's a British spy who's stealing our technology!
I'm decadent, undisciplined, and not authoritarian
I don't believe the Japanese are altogether Aryan
I'm rather fond of gypsies and believe in relativity
I don't turn up to Hitler Youth, I'd rather have a cup of tea!
A decadent, undisciplined, Judeo-Communistic swine
We wish he'd find the energy to bugger off to Palestine!
(note: this is the fault of this post)
(Mon 15th Dec 2008, 11:37, More)
» Family Feuds
My uncle Nick
doesn't really get on with anyone else in the family.
(Sun 15th Nov 2009, 13:27, More)
My uncle Nick
doesn't really get on with anyone else in the family.
(Sun 15th Nov 2009, 13:27, More)