Got into some vodka last night. "The silent stare" as it's called by some. Or was it "the cold stare"? It's a fucking great stare, whatever it is.
I reinstalled GTA: Vice City yesterday. The graphics were fucked before, letters flying across the screen. . . it looked like a horrible acid trip, where instead of flames coming out of damaged vehicles, there were triangles. Flashes of numbers, etc. Now the graphics are normal and I'm unsure if I like it anymore. I think I'm bored of the missions, as I always end up in some sort of blownup building assassinating cops and throwing grenades at construction workers.
I want to go to the Hootenany at Logan's today. I want to bring a snare drum and some brushes, put on a big straw hat and accompany songwriters. I need to write more songs, and more poetry for that matter. I'll try a poem today. Even if it's suX0r it'll be down.
The Manitoba party last night went off well. It was pretty chilled out actually, not the inspired rowdyness of the usual. I like toned down evenings. Joy came out for a few beers and then I walked her home. I stumbled in at about 3 a.m. I wore an AC/DC T-shirt and a big straw hat. I was very Manitoba. People are oddly prideful of their backgrounds. There were Manitoba pictures everywhere, and the people from Manitoba went on about them. On the plus side, there was a guide book to Manitoba wildlife. I believe the Moose belongs on the quarter.
Posted by matty-b at January 30, 2005 12:59 PMAnd we set out over the fantasy prairies of our Island Brains, and we can't see straight because of the wine, because we decided to be alcoholics, because we didn't want to see straight when we tried to type out poems, poems, poems - endless poems, each one more pretentious than the last, each one closer to proems, or sixteenth century villanelles. Our metaphors are ridiculous. Or saddlebags are full to brimming over with brie, camembert, gouda, rye bread, apples, oranges, prickly pears, astral pancakes---
Posted by: ben at January 31, 2005 9:50 PM