Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
I just had to let everyone in the office know that we were having a party. Entirely in mime or lounge lizard versions of “Celebration.” How many times have you told your co-worker down the hall “Come to the conference room @ 4:30pm for a party, and make sure to bring your knife and some napkins!” entirely in hand gestures and dance moves from the 80’s while they’re on the phone? It was like being my own roving charades minstrel… bleh, this day sucks.
by krisis
I am restless and twitching and doing tiny spurts of work as if it can release the pressure on my brain. Loosen the valves, let of some steam, be able to breathe again. It is not working. Laughing and chaos keeping bleeding in from every which direction and i have resorted to fantasy credit-card shopping for new cds and sheet music, though i might just click buy just for fun. There are some very specific emotions i attach to this restlessness… a sort of post-tired pre-miserable need for something to happen, and for it to happen loudly. And distraction… i practically have whiplash from all the distraction.
by krisis
So, apparently my ass has become a meme . Who knew? It’s just like Ani with “People talk about my image like i come in two dimensions, like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind” … only, my perky ass is the sign of my declining musical relevance, or something. Meanwhile, have you heard about the tiny trouble Ani just had with the David Letterman show? Apparently she can talk about the girl police and her declining mind, but a mention of “white people are so scared of black people” is enough to get her plug pulled. Of course, i think we all wanted to hear “heartbreak even” anyhow. So… i think this battle ends in a tie. However, no matter what the final score, Amy and i have 4th row tickets to see Ani sing those songs and more this October. Rock.
by krisis
For the record: 52 songs, 10,000+ words, 43 mentions of Gina. 12 links to Rabi. 1 entire demo cd sans covers. 4 acoustic Madonna songs. 11 songs recorded during blogathon. hundreds of people fed through donations to manna. 39 songs recorded in under a week. 2 washburn acoustic guitars. one cold shower and a corresponding gratuitous ass shot. 4 songs about people who were listening to the ‘thon. 2hours 57minutes & 48seconds of music. And, i only said “tired” once (and it was in lyrics!).
by krisis
For a while i was wholly obsessed with maintaining my general anonymity on the internet. I was ambiguous about my sex, and my location, and i never ever used my real name for anything. That’s what the internet was for, after all, escaping me. However, i’m also wholly obsessed with revealing each minuscule detail of my life to everyone on the internet: i’m obsessed with blogging, and obsessed with being on my webcam, and totally obsessed with posting my songs. And, i realized today that my obsession with anonymity must be wholly over if i’m sitting in front of my computer for 24 straight hours posting stories about me, pictures of me, and recordings of my own voice. Somewhere along the line my online persona became less of something to hide behind and more of a distillation of what i’m actually all about. Yes, i do cringe or look mildly confused when other loggers read my name somewhere. However, now i find that i actually have friends – friends who i care about and laugh with and shed tears over and miss when they aren’t on. And, i don’t think i can honestly say i had many of those while i was still some nebulous genderless nameless entity. So, hi, this is Peter reporting back to you after a day spent totally not recovering from 25/24. I somehow competently moved the whole mess over to it’s own page, and i’ve almost worked out what the contents of the Best-Of disc will be, and i mailed all of my sponsors. However, my bills are late, my private life is unkempt, and i still need more sleep. Do i sound frazzled enough? Welcome back to normalcy :p