Cap'n

This is my world, now

where is the curvature?

"tell me about yourself"
Cap'n
pirateseasick
Someone online asked me the "tell me about yourself" question. I thought I might as well share here, too:

Well, I'm just starting my thirties, hoping to alleviate the "what the hell am I doing?" feeling I have at the moment. I have a B.A. in Communication, but my major was general. In retrospect, I think focusing in something specific (media, production, etc.) would have better served me. I'm supposed to start a new job Monday, so hopefully that's the start of some positive momentum.

I have lived in NW Indiana most of my life. After some misadventure mostly wrapped up in a relationship (he and I ended up driving each other crazy), I find myself back here, living with my folks and senile 94 year old grandma. I'm kind of the "night shift" in making sure she doesn't try any "funny business".

Where I am is mainly antique stores and bars, but nothing really stimulating. We have fast food and Starbucks, but I'm also a fair walking distance from corn. Our city's major claim to fame is that '30s bank robber John Dillinger escaped from our jail. Crown Point is a bit over an hour from Chicago, and I go there whenever I can to see friends and go to concerts.

Music is a big part of my life and how I relate to the world. I've never really learned how to 'make' it, though. I do have a collection of some noisy things (not so much professional 'gear' as funny little toy keyboards and effects pedals). I keep telling myself one day I'll actually create something. I also enjoy taking pictures, though, again, I claim no expertise. I just use a point and shoot at the moment. I've found amusement by putting things in front of the lens to affect the picture (lenses from kaleidoscopes, plastic craft jewels, the diffraction grating from fireworks glasses).

Let me know if there's anything I may not have covered that you were curious about.
I hope that wasn't too boring.

Regards,
John

Stepdad @ Beauty Bar Chicago 3.25.11
Cap'n
pirateseasick
Was fortunate enough to go see Stepdad Friday at Beauty Bar in Chicago.

GEDC0546-amended

A few friends and I were right in the front, and Ultramark noticed that we were really into it and knew the songs. He shouted us out, saying "these guys are awesome!" and stepped down to the floor and boogied with us for a while. After the show, he came over to thank us for coming to the show and gave us a group hug. I had a blast, and hope I can catch them again sometime.

GEDC0511-amended

I brought my camera to the show, and used lenses I had previously taken out of kaleidoscopes as 'effect filters'. I gave the band the flickr link, And got word back from them, saying they "turned out amazing". They even used one as the background of their tumblr, and put them up on their facebook page.

GEDC0571-amended

Bearbook
Cap'n
pirateseasick
Hey there, LJ friends. Come and join me on Bearbook! If you're there already, please invite me. If not, check it out.

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Cap'n
pirateseasick
Kabuki Quantum Fighter Whips His Hair!

WARNING: Contains plastic nudity and immolation!
Cap'n
pirateseasick
This was a project for a college course I took in 2004. Originally filmed on VHS-C, edited via computer, and committed to VHS tape. I recently found and (re)digitized this, and decided to share. This is a visual interpretation of a song- "Man- Size Sextet," by PJ Harvey (to which I claim no ownership nor intend any profit from.)

Desire for an escape from sexist inequality, delirious flights of fancy, and ultimately, freedom through suicide.
WITH DOLLIES!!!




Fuzzbelly's illustration of me
Cap'n
pirateseasick

Fuzzbelly honored me as his Bear-A-Day illustration for April 20/2010. It really made my day! ^_^


...
Cap'n
pirateseasick

..., originally uploaded by pirateseasick.

Where on your palm
Is my little line
When you're written in mine
As an old memory...

--"Jig Of Life," Kate Bush


...
Cap'n
pirateseasick

..., originally uploaded by pirateseasick.

I guess you’ve had your little joke
But I have lost my sense of humor
My medication’s wearing off, or it’s just not strong enough
to cover this.

Then you kissed me like before
I found myself wanting more
And you tell that little lie that kept me hypnotized:
…another kiss.

And a long-forgotten fairytale is in your eyes again
And I’m caught inside a dream world where the colors are too intense
…and nothing is making sense.

--"Long-Forgotten Fairytale", The Magnetic Fields.


Rainbow
VOOSH.
pirateseasick
Terrible cameraphone capture of a beautiful rainbow.

rainbowlrainbowr

cute bears LOL
Cap'n
pirateseasick

cute bears LOL, originally uploaded by pirateseasick.

As some of you know, I work evaluating web results. The search query "pics of cute bears" was one of mine last night. I doubt that first image result was intended by the searcher. I checked, and he comes up on the first page of image results on at least two search engines.



{EDIT}-- I rated it "bad," because I could just imagine a 7 year old girl screaming when Mr. Erotic Waterfall came up. In the interest of comparison, I just did a Google image search for "sexy bears," and a picture of Rihanna was on the first page. That chick is *everywhere*.

I'm fat every tuesday.
Cap'n
pirateseasick

I'm fat every tuesday., originally uploaded by pirateseasick.


santa hat
Cap'n
pirateseasick

DSCF6431, originally uploaded by pirateseasick.


No need to read this...
Cap'n 2
pirateseasick
unless you like wet blankets.Collapse )

King of Pop, Soda Pop, Coming out on top, etc.
Mike & Ike: FRUITY!
pirateseasick
*Regarding today's tragic news:
It's an immense task to fully grasp the impact Michael Jackson has had on popular culture, and impossible to translate to the space of one CD-R. I attempted to do so for the benefit of the sister that used to scare me by means of Thriller with the lights out when I was little, and her children who are ignorant- both to his superstar career, and to his eccentricities and controversy. Also, I am saddened by her passing after her hard fight with cancer, but it seems a shame that I best know Farrah for her role as Holly in Logan's Run.

*Mike and Ike's are, at the moment, packaged in a retro box. I turned one of the characters from the box (presumably Mike) into a userpic. wanted to do the same for Ike, but I wasn't satisfied with it. He's cute though. I wish Jolly Joes (the grape variety of this candy) were more readily available.In other sugary news, Orc juice is pretty damn good. Haven't tried the Elf flavor Mountain Dew though. And, yet again, where's the grape love? Pitch Black III, anyone?

*I found out yesterday that, barring any issue to the contrary, my contract has been extended for a year. Hopefully, this news will relieve some of the despair and anxiety I've been feeling, and maybe help me get out of here. I really need it- this remains an unhealthy environment that feeds into my depression. Thank you to those who have been an essential ears for me recently. A discount website I frequent recently had a netbook for $180, and I totally went for it, chiefly due to the fact that my laptop is a total piece of shit, and I wanted to sure I was able to fulfill my job commitment should it fail completely. It's a white Eee PC, and I named it Lil' Salty.

Tested the waterproof case.
bed
pirateseasick
In the shower- fair warning.

Bulletin.
Stark.
pirateseasick

PICT0081, originally uploaded by pirateseasick.

Let's see, it's been a month...
I
*Read up about a skin condition that has a name that sounds like a mythological beast.
*Thought about my self-image Felt lonely and frustrated a lot.
*Worked some days, didn't other days.
*Wished I could save those for when they could have interesting things happen in them.
*Went to a fantastic concert. Almost went to another concert that may very well have been fantastic.
*Bought some new shirts. Returned them. Bought other shirts that fit better. Thought more about my self-image.
*Took some pictures with a questionable new camera. Took questionable pictures with the camera I already had.
*Wondered if my life is too trivial to publicly advertise. Posted this anyway.


The Job.
Bear Scout - "learn a magic rope trick!"
pirateseasick
It occurs to me that I still haven't said much about it. The skinny is that I'm under contract for three months to evaluate web results. I've gone to one live meeting, and worked two days so far. Monday there is another meeting, and it starts my first full week on the job. I work from home four hours a day, five days a week. So far, it seems like something I can keep with, and the contact with the company thus far has been pleasant. The task isn't extremely difficult per se, but it is tedious, especially in this unforgiving computer chair I'm currently relegated to. I have already been told that there is a possibility that the project gets extended, so that would be nice. Especially since my car has taken up smoking- that is, if I drive anywhere, billows of white steam rise from under the hood.

Bottom line remains "Yay for employment!"

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you...
"Don'tchawannadance?"
pirateseasick
Sorry so vague, but my internet situation is extremely dicey for the moment.
The bottom line: it's about a job opportunity, and, though there are a couple more hoops, it's actually looking good.

Please, Please Please...
Cap'n
pirateseasick
~

Amino acid-covered meteorites by fiat: TV with dad.
Exile in the Phantom Zone
pirateseasick
Watching TV with my father is torturous.

He has the tendency to watch a program that would hold my interest just long enough for me to be compelled, then get frustrated with commercials and flick to something else already in progress, and usually less interesting- potentially flipping back to the original program- during commercials on program "B" or "C"- after missing parts of it. He attempts to maximize his program time this way, but the result is an unsatisfying, zapped-out television session that doesn't add up to a quality experience, and probably doesn't ultimately put him ahead on the commercials. He also has the tendency to remark to some detail to me about how pretty the women on the tube are. I don't know if it's an attempt to covertly coax me to a straight epiphany, but it can make me uncomfortable. He can be a hard person to understand sometimes. During last night's entertainment trainwreck, a fragment of a abjured commercial mentioned the finding of amino acids on a meteorite. "That can explain where life on earth came from," says dad, to which I respond "OK, but where did that come from?"
His response?
"From God- like it says in the Bible."

I must have missed that part.

I'm not superstitious about'cha....
Fire in the disco!!
pirateseasick
As you American Idol watchers know, Lil Rounds has been bottom three material for weeks. Initial good impressions left on the judges and America are are springing backward like so much memory foam.

The judge-save has now been used on Matt Giraud.

Next week -disco week- two people are going home.

To stay in this competition, it is my belief that Lil needs to Knock On Wood.

Not that I really think she should win, but if she came correct with hair horns, I'd be obligated to vote for her this week.

Open to interpretation.
Go to sleep...
pirateseasick
Ever since I've been sleeping in a bed again (on the twin finally moved inside from the garage) I've been remembering my dreams when I wake up. It had been a long stretch without doing so, which seems to be the pattern for me, but I think the change in sleep quality has also affected it. Most of these I have been able to see how the content -though bizarre- relates to my feelings during the day. The last couple nights however, I've had dreams where I find out David Bowie has passed away, and then I'm put on the spot to describe his importance and influence.

Other than being unfortunate, anyone have any suggestions as to what that might signify?

Happy St. Patrick's Day.
Cap'n
pirateseasick


Face time.
"Don'tchawannadance?"
pirateseasick
The last few days have found me in a pretty good mood.

First of all, I was able to acquire a flatbed scanner for less than $10 at my favorite thrift store, which means I can now stop taking photos of photos and have a much better means of transferring from the outside in. I've already added a couple old shots of me, and it was finally in my power to scan in the polaroids I took New Year's Eve and add them to flickr. I'm really glad I took my instant camera with me to that party,and captured some fun moments of the cusp of the new year.
Polaroid film isn't being produced anymore, as many of you know, which is a really upsetting phenomenon. But, here is now a bright-shiny beacon of hope for all of us that are saddened to see it go, and that still have those cameras: The Impossible Project has the intention to "re-start production of analog INTEGRAL FILM for vintage Polaroid cameras in 2010." They have purchased some of Polaroid's means of production, and are looking to make instant film again!

Also,I was able to leave the purgatory that is this household for 24+ hours this weekend, spending the night with gracious hosts, hanging out and playing wii with some buds, etc.. I got to really talk person-to-person with someone who I can relate to, which is something I really need more often. NW Indiana is pretty empty of that for me, so I really appreciate it when I can commune with others. It really does help my vitality, and to feel more like a real person.

Something else making me really excited is that the new Handsome Furs album, Face Control, comes out tomorrow, but was delivered to me today- I was, apparently, the first to add it to Gracenote. I preordered it with "tip money" from grandma, and had it blasting in the car as I drove around today. Its kinship to their first album is pretty apparent, but that's fine by me, as I loved Plague Park. I look forward to spending more time making Face Control's acquaintance. I recognized a few of the new songs from when I saw them last time, and hearing them made me excited for their return to the Empty Bottle on the 15th. I highly endorse attendance.

re: questions...(please keep 'em coming!)
Smitten radio
pirateseasick
I was asked
Q: "If you could spend a romantic weekend with only one of your livejournal buddies, who would it be and why?"

A: I asked the poser of this question for clarification on his definition and intention of "romantic weekend," and that question became part of his livejournal answers, which I was totally fine with, but found stunningly postmodern- as it didn't occur to me.

I read from his response that the connotation of this "romantic weekend" would include intent to move my relationship with the person to a new level of intimacy, affection toward the notion of being paired with them in a long term capacity.

The level of connectivity the internet provides is a blessing and a curse. I love that I've been granted an opportunity to get to know people I would have never known existed, and online meetings have catalyzed real-life friendships. However, Digital information transfer, even to the point of conversation, is not a tangible thing. I love that engage people I care about in this venue, but hate that geography still separates.

My livejournal friends list is full of people I'd like to know much better, and in a lot of cases, that definitely includes carnal knowledge. As far as romance goes, however, that narrows it down- due to the aforementioned geographical issues, the fact that many of my friends here have found their beaus, etc. But also, in order to truly have a romantic weekend with them, I'd need to know that they also wanted share it with me. Without the other half of that intention made known to me, I can't name names.

re: questions
VOOSH.
pirateseasick

..., originally uploaded by pirateseasick.

Q: "What is your alternate universe John doing right now?"
A: Wow. There's so many directions this could go. If often thought about how things could be different in my life. I imagine this other me is fundamentally the same: a chunky, nearsighted 28 year old that loves eating cheese and listening to music, isn't a fan of snakes or heights, etc. I can see a lot of things that could be different as well. Maybe he wasn't guilted out of being in orchestra by his parents. Maybe he never broke his foot playing tag. Maybe he still smokes. Maybe he's more confident. Maybe he's done psychedelics. Undoubtably, he still makes mistakes, just makes different ones, or uses the experience differently.

An alternate me could have drowned that summer day.
Or he could be in love.

Hopefully, he's been able to find a stable gig, and a place to live. Has friends nearby that he's comfortable with, and hangs out with them on a pretty regular basis. Is free to be creative and and feels fulfilled in it. Though, obviously, that isn't the only way things could go.

I wish him well- Unless he's a totally vile asshole, I guess.

Keep those questions coming!


re: questions...
Exile in the Phantom Zone
pirateseasick
Please feel free to keep 'em coming, people! :)
Killing two relatable birds here.

Q:
1)"if you could be anywhere right now besides where u are at, with money being no option where would u be?"
2)"Where do you see yourself in one year?"

A:
I hardly can call myself well traveled. There are a LOT of places I aspire to visit when opportunity and budget allow. I've never been out of the country, so I'd definitely amend that. I want to visit some friends that I've made online in Canada and Europe, certainly. I'd want to see Australia, etc. And there are many cities here in the U.S. I should definitely see. The Big and Mini Apples, Boston, New Orleans, San Fransisco. I'd surely want to go back to L.A., and I really didn't get to see San Diego either. If money is indeed no object, no reason not to go.

Because of that, It's hard to say where I ultimately belong, but I have an affinity for Chicago. I live close-ish, but too far to really have an solid social life there. I'd love to see myself there within a year's time, but wherever I am, it really can't be this house. I feel so cut off from everything here in this stifling purgatory of a household. If I DO live here that entire duration, I see myself moving into some manner of health care facility- from going utterly batshit.

re: questions...
Let's Get Physical
pirateseasick
People are actually asking- that's great!

Q:A gabillionaire offers to donate a ton of money to the charity of your choice on one condition: you have to get out of a car--completely naked--and walk down a busy downtown Chicago street for four blocks, then get back in the car. You have been assured security, so no one will physically harm you. Would you do it?

A:Considering that we're probably talking paper money, and taken at literally a net ton, that would be at least $907,185 (weight of a US dollar bill x 2,000 pounds) going to a good cause. If given that offer, I believe I would take that opportunity. I would hope aforementioned gabillionaire would have my back as far as potential fines / legal fallout, but yes. It seems like a few minutes of potential cold and humiliation would be a pittance in exchange for that donation.

Questions.
holla!
pirateseasick
I don't expect much from this, but maybe I'll be surprised.

This month is question month, as I'm sure everyone has seen, and I'll entertain questions as well.
Comments are screened. I'll answer you in a journal post or respond privately.

Musings.
Old School
pirateseasick
So, I signed up. I'm still unsure what will come of this, but at least I've had some good omens as of late. I suppose they should be called signs from the muse, if Euterpe was a geek at heart. First, I discovered a chorus pedal I had dismissed as kaput, and upon trying it out, happily discovered I had been mistaken. Then, Radio Shack had a few different adapters ridiculously cheap (considering they can be $5 a pop each for something so piddly). Third, and most lovely, I have had the fortune of acquiring two Texas Instruments "Speak &"s this week: a first generation "Speak & Spell" like the one E.T. phoned home on (with the round buttons instead of the membrane "keys"), and the glorious "Speak & Music", which is chock full of sonic goodness (great sound effects, and four "tone color"s for its membrane "keyboard").

I'm fascinated by the speech synthesis on these bad boys. I have to admit, though, that I recall being strongly compelled to turn a "Speak & Spell off mid-game before: "NOW SPELL 'BULLET'. NOW SPELL 'BLOOD'. NOW SPELL 'DANGER'. Now you're creepin' me out Mr. TMS51xx chip. Tonight, as I was about to borrow the "Speak & Music"s batteries to power some programming practice with a drum machine, I accidentally turned it on. "HELLO! PRESS A 'BLUE' KEY", says "Speak & Music". "There are clean towels in the dryer", says grandma.

She's been very verbose in her sleep again tonight. There have actually been a few proponents of my recording her and using her bizarre dreamtime chats as fuel for my recording project. Now, I will admit to seriously considering recording this phenomenon before, but more as documentation- akin to the recording a snorer as proof that the snoring does indeed happen. I think, however, that exploiting it might be regretted. Besides, while working with the tapes, I'd have to hear her babbling even more than I do now, and it already effects my sanity.

Who's taking the RPM Challenge?
Old School
pirateseasick
February is pending, and that means it's time for the RPM Challenge. A sort of sonic kin to November's NaNoWriMo writing challenge, It invites you to record an album (ten songs or 35 minutes) during February. I wanted to do this last year, but that was right when my last relationship was ending and I was moving out. This year's hurdles for me are the constant "rrrrrrrrrrrPSSHhhhh" of grandma's oxygen machine (audible from anywhere in the house,) and the fact that I still don't have a place to set up a proper "studio". Oh, and that I don't have any "verified" know-how or skill in this type of venture. That said, I'm thinking I might give it a go, because even if I don't end up with a good album, or even a whole album- something, anything can be better than nothing, right? Anyone else giving this a try?

A link to the challenge below:


Anti-versary.
Cap'n
pirateseasick

Antiversary, originally uploaded by pirateseasick.

As mentioned previously, it's been just about a year since Andrew and I split up. I've come across the photos I have of our time together, and after debate, have added them to flickr, No reason our good memories be denied posterity.

Was it still the right decision? Absolutely.
Do I still think about it? Obviously.

Sometimes I have to re-convince myself that I'm still better for the experience of what we had, and that the uprooting of my life -while his remained stable- doesn't mean I'm somehow serving out some cosmic punishment.

But convince I will, because I know those things to be true.

Big hugs, Andrew. Happy Anti-versary.


One year later...
Cap'n
pirateseasick

PICT0025, originally uploaded by pirateseasick.

It almost seems like a figment of my imagination that I even made my journey. Hell, the carrier I flew on doesn't even exist anymore.
fidgetcub's recent report that he had made his yearly Canada adventure reminded me of this anniversary: I was was still out there in California when he departed for it last year. I finally got my shots from this trip up on my flickr- tragically few. I somehow never got shots of Jason and Dave. I'm going to attribute the lapse in photography to the strange coldlike thing that assaulted me during my stay - which I called being "allergic to California". There must have been something in the air there I wasn't used to. My expounding upon my stay was overshadowed by the fact that the evening I got home, I had to deal with a breakup scenario- making another anniversary, I guess. I just wanted to express again my gratitude to my hosts (Dave and Jason, Bob and Paul, Matt) and all the California folks that have enriched my life.


Disoriented
Cap'n
pirateseasick

Disoriented, originally uploaded by pirateseasick.

As many people know. I'm a night owl. This has been my natural pattern ever since I can remember, and might have even been exacerbated by my time with Andrew. I would end up staying awake until he left in the morning for work. It was nice, both because I could see him before he left, and because I could actually sleep then. The two of us on that air mattress was beyond ridiculous. Anyway, every once in a while, I get the notion that if I say up longer than usual, I can "reset" myself to slightly more "normal" sleep schedule. I still find it difficult to condone the tyranny of morning, but it's nice to absorb some sunlight. Also, I was able to enjoy breakfast in it's appropriate chronological context.

I ended up staying up until right around noon, and then awoke around nine PM. I always attempt to count how many hours I should try and keep myself awake, but by the time I do this, I'm usually tired, and my mathematic abilities- who aren't my best friends even when I'm lucid- completely fail me, and I end up just going to bed.

After being up a bit, hunger inevitably takes control, and I head to the kitchen to find precious little that appetizes. Budget and bitter cold stayed me from venturing out of the house for more options, so I ended up excavating a pack of ramen noodles from the pantry. I figured I could doctor it up with something. I cooked up the the brick as directed, but added some minced garlic, some parmesan, and a lil' can of mushrooms instead of the packet included. It turned out alright, I guess. I should have done more operating. It left me still feeling a bit peckish, and wondering what I should imbue with the taste of the orient- and 1780mg of sodium.


20 questions.
Old School
pirateseasick
Skacubby tagged me :) Answers under here.Collapse )

It beats pickin' cotton n' waitin' to be forgotten.
Cap'n
pirateseasick

Bastards Of Young has been occupying my head a lot lately. Tonight, this speaker -on an old radio/flashlight I own- somehow brought it back in with a vengeance.

I've found the words kinda fitting in my life as of late.


Out of the loop.
Fire in the disco!!
pirateseasick
Technology hasn't been all that cooperative in this new year. My phone has been giving me trouble the last few days- "pretending" to send messages and not, not getting ones sent to it, not letting me add money to it, etc. Sorry if I wasn't able to connect with you, and this phenomenon prevented it. Now the phone is fine, but the network I usually scam my computer internet signal from is now nowhere to be found by my computer. Drat. I'll be in touch best I can.
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Happy New Year!
holla!
pirateseasick
traderbear and qualitykill threw an awesome New Year's bash that I am glad to say I was able to attend. It was chock-full of folks- good friends, and many faces that were new for me. I found myself feeling pretty overwhelmed at times, but was happy to sharing in the revelry with excellent company. I brought along my Polaroid camera and two cartridges worth of film for it as well as my digital camera. Some digital shots have already made it to my flickr, but most came out woefully blurry. I'm looking forward to finding a way to scan in and share the Polaroids- I'm feel fortunate that I remembered to bring it. lucentnotion and meteron have been hosting me here in Chicago for this retreat, and I've been having a blast hanging out with them (thanks, guys!)

May everyone have an awesome new year. I know I'm looking forward to it being an improved one over the last.

(no subject)
VOOSH.
pirateseasick

I knew he looked familiar.
Cap'n
pirateseasick


weebull + a few decades = SANTA!
I knew he looked familiar. This two-and-a-half foot tall Santa Claus decoration totally reminds me of Bill.

One more.Collapse )


Bearing Gifts.
Fire in the disco!!
pirateseasick

DSCF2918, originally uploaded by pirateseasick.

I had been wanting to take some photographs of my parents' forty-plus year-old nativity figurines since they first resurfaced, and finally made the endeavor last night. There's quite a bit of character to these wise men. I like the way this one turned out: in this shot I think he looks like King Friday from Mister Roger's Neighborhood -if he lost his nose in a coup attempt, and was forced into a career as an encyclopedia salesman.

While I was contemplating this, My dad came out and groused at me for still being awake A) because we were to depart for my sister Lisa's christmas party in the morning, and B) my current cold or equivalent wouldn't get any better without proper rest. Even if I would concede his points, It's pretty irksome to be a few days from twenty-eight and still having bedtimes made for me. Taking that to another level was some excellent bathroom timing from my ninety-two year-old grandmother, who needs to be walked to the bathroom. "Do you wanna help her?" he asks. This question immediately floods my mind with snark:

"Point-blank proximity to nonagenarian flatus? Where do I sign? And, I thought you said I should be in bed."

It fortunately didn't pass from brain to lips, though, and I tried not to think about the emissions. As I passed back though the living room after getting a glass of water, I noticed my cassingle of Janet Jackson's "Again" was inexplicably grouped in my parents row of christmas cassettes. Great. Now, I am of the opinion that it's an excellent song, but now instead of sleeping, my internal jukebox is stuck:

"Don't you STAND there and then TELL me you love
METHENLEAVEAGAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!"

Needless to say, because of aforementioned factors, I didn't get much sleep. Thankfully,other than the frustration of an unfortunate person-to-bathroom ratio in this household, preparing and setting off on the road ended pretty smoothly. I ended up riding with my sister Sue's family, with whom I've had quite a disconnect over the years, even with our paths converging back home as of late. During this round trip, the conversation seem to make a solid step toward comfortable and out of contrived. More than I thought it could, honestly.

A one-dollar gift exchange was part of the festivities, one where you open a wrapped gift or "steal" one someone else had opened. Other than some minor, mostly tongue-in-cheek dramatics over a booklight and some body lotion, all was well. Lisa really held a nice get together, and while the mingling our family between her husband's was sort of minimal based on, well, familiarity, tidings were pleasant all around. And, even after about a week of worrying weather or not grandma would behave herself about coming with us, she seemed to be glad she did.

Feeling cheer directly tied to the holiday season was a nice present. And a steal for a dollar.


The aforementioned second exciting thing, etc.
swallow
pirateseasick
As some of you found out in person this last weekend, the surprise exciting thing I previously mentioned was my ability to attend Midwest Bearfest this year. I had basically given up on it, with costs being prohibitive, but a new friend in the area was going, and said I could ride with and share his room. He'd never been to this event (or any like it) before, so it was my pleasure to introduce him around to all the good friends I knew would be there.
And, there they were. So many of the people I dearly miss, as surprised to see me as I was glad to see them. And it felt good to introduce Coleman (the aforementioned new friend) to the whole lot. Sadly, not a lot of photos got snapped by me, and those I did didn't turn out so hot. Thankfully, people like qualitykill were there to do their thing.

Overall, as in year's past- I had a really great time- Thank you everyone that was a part of it. Sure, there was the one violent drunk that was taken away in handcuffs, and a couple instances of would-be run rendezvous that I'm truly sorry didn't come to fruition, but all in all a fun time- I even tried my hand at a Killers song at karaoke. And, my run initiate friend has already said he wants to go to Bearfest next year. I started noticing a hoarse scratchiness when I got home, and after sleep filled with strange dreams (I was a Project Runway finalist, and Tim Gunn asked me to marry him, etc.) I woke up with a bona-fide sore throat, that awful metallic taste accompanying the hard go at swallowing. I swear my tonsils are homophobic. I've been eating a lot of garlic and yogurt in the hopes my home-remedy beatdown will be a substitute for a pricey doctor visit.

Larry's Birthday Weekend.
VOOSH.
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As planned, I was able to share my weekend with the lovely nightfallcub. He flew in to Chicago on friday to celebrate his birthday weekend. I'm glad I finally got to spend more quality time with him. We've been friends online for a long while, but had only shared company in person once prior to this last weekend. After arriving in the city, we spend the remainder of the night unwinding and hanging out together.

Saturday festivites included visiting with interpaneerCollapse ) and a group pizza outingCollapse ) after which, Larry and some o' the gang went to a comedy show, and tuckered me sought some sleep.

Sunday, Larry and I had a delicious meal at Philly's BestCollapse ), and perused the Hollywood Mirror before we parted ways again, and I headed back home.

Was wonderful to get away and have some fun experiences. I hope you enjoyed your birthday as much as I did, Larry :)

A jolly happy soul.
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DSCF2627, originally uploaded by pirateseasick.

At the very least, THIS guy is happy about the overnight snowfall. Clickthrough for more.


Nice to have things to be excited about again!
"Don'tchawannadance?"
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The first? Cutiepie nightfallcub will be in Chicago this weekend, and I'm gonna come up and see him!

The second..? Maybe I'll leave that a surprise. I just found out about it tonight.

re: The Trapeze Swinger.
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Emotion is one of the body's oft-forgotten muscles. Think about it. When you are moved to it, it can replicate fatigue just like vigorous labor. But it's certainly not always a bad thing- in fact, it can be a desired response. It means you are growing in vitality through the course of the experience- just as tender arms after weight repetitions does.

Music, for me as it unquestionably is for others, can be such an exercise. My ex thought it downright pathological how much it meant to me, and how it could effect me. I find it hard to believe my connection to it to be an unhealthy one, especially considering how it can keep this certain aforementioned sinew toned.

As mentioned in my last post, I recently came across a performance that worked me out. And, to answer the question from that post? Cry, I did.

I also did made an attempt at recording it.

An expletive is deleted from it, per the television sensors, and there's a glitch or two in the broadcast, but I prescribe a listen. Perhaps it will affect you similarly.

Remember me.
Cap'n
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This makes twice now I've seen the Austin City Limits episode with an Aimee Mann set and an Iron and Wine set. What a great program. It airs again on Chicago's WYCC tomorrow night (Sunday morning) at one AM, and I'm going to watch it again. And maybe this time, when Iron and Wine do "The Trapeze Swinger" at the end, no one else will be around, and I won't hold back and I'll cry my eyes out. I may also endeavor to record it- such a moving performance.

Wooden Bear Dressing Set.
Cap'n
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Wooden Bear Dressing Set., originally uploaded by pirateseasick.

18 pieces, plus box with sliding template lid. $2.50, Target (in the "dollar spot").


Cos' n' effect.
Cap'n
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Cos' n' effect., originally uploaded by pirateseasick.

Taken though a craft "acrylic jewel" out of an assorted bag. Happy accident he was on the tube when I tried this out.


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Fire in the disco!!
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Exit polling on election day- more than 3/4ths over.
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