Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
krisis: Well, i was totally coherent, but i lost all ability to reason. Like, i’d get to a corner and i wouldn’t be able to decide which way to cross.
matt: i see
krisis: So, if i saw any cops i was just gonna chuck my drink into the snow and avoid trying to cross any streets.
matt: My guess is with your ability not to reason you would have thrown it at the cops.
by krisis
I was jogging at about three minutes to midnight.
You see, i started off the night at Amy’s house, where there was a live band but where i knew hardly anyone. At about 10 i left Amy’s, promising to make it back for the ball drop, and headed to a second party at Karen’s. However, when i reached Karen’s house i found that i really didn’t know what floor she lived on, and stood on the porch dumbfounded for a minute or two, thinking i’d have to go back to Amy’s. Luckily, my friend Carlos showed up with no less than ten people in tow and proceeded to ring all four of the doorbells repeatedly until Karen came to the door to let us in. I knew slightly more people at Karen’s, but i found out that Carlos had arrived from his house party where nearly all of the Drexel Players had been stowed, so i eventually wound up there.
The Players were a blast, as always, and the highlight of my night was definitely a rendition of “Silent Night” done with a “Yo MTV Raps!” keyboard patch. However, when i looked at a watch (not mine, cause i didn’t wear one) i saw it was five minutes to midnite, and i had exactly five blocks to travel to make it back to Amy’s. After losing a minute to wrestling my way past a drunken gorilla-shaped acquaintance who wanted me to stay, i hit the streets at a jog. I nearly gave up halfway there, but i didn’t hear any shouting or anything, so i figured i still had a chance to make it. I go to Amy’s (almost breaking poor Tim’s nose when i flung open the door) with 15 seconds to spare on the countdown clock. Winded, i plopped myself down on a couch and joined the countdown.
That’s a story about jogging, which gets your blood pumping.
by krisis
Wow, that was totally incoherent and i think it speaks more about the condition i was in before heading to sleep than it does about the inner depths of my psyche. Except all the flying… that’s all about my psyche. I would skip it if i were you… in hindsight it was a bit more incoherent than i remembered it being.
by krisis
I had the most incredibly strange but entirely fun dreams last night… one of those dreams that changes subjects again and again but still retains a certain amount of central coherency. Isn’t it funny how dreams can turn at the drop of a dime? One minute you’re battling an evil witch and the next she’s your beautiful wife and instead of holding a broom she’s holding the hand of what appears to be your child, ya know? Anyhow, my dream was rockin’. {long incoherent dream edited out for the benefit of the reader}
As it turned out, it was kryptonite, or at least whatever the kryptonite to my pseudo-superboy would be. I laid helplessly on the floor while the producer informed me “that your contract is up.” And, so, i woke up.
by krisis
I take everything awful i said about that RadioHead album back. i was just at a party (you know, partying), and it came on, and suddenly it made more sense to me than anything else in the universe. It crawled into my ear and now i don’t think it’s going to leave my head. And, now i’m here with my cd’s and i have nothing that can put me where that cd was headed… nothing. I have half a mind to download it all right now… do you see how awful this is for me? Instead i’ll just turn on the bubble lamp. Remind me tomorrow to tell you about all the jogging i did tonight