Monthly Archives: January 2005

So the Coachella lineup hit today. Night Two is Nine Inch Nails with New Order; Night One is Coldplay, but with Bauhaus and Cocteau Twins, both artists I have started to listen to more and more in retrospect via Rhapsody. I am now referring to this event as “Gothapalooza”.

I’m not saying that because I feel like I have any particular credibility as a serious goth, but just because I know that the same thing is going to happen with my festival-going friends as happened at Inland Invasion, when I went to see Siouxsie and my friends were all there for Franz Ferdinand. I’ll be the only person in my circle who knows some of the artists at all, even on a limited basis. In my circle of happy, Indie 103.1 listening friends, I AM the closest thing to goth.
Which reminds me of a song that mentions Peter Murphy:

I’d be thinner, I’d be taller
Go clubbing in my collar
With skin pale as a moth
Dressed in black, I’d go creepin’
While the normal folk are sleepin’
If I only were a Goth
With my hair up, I’d look fancy
Like Siouxsie and the Banshees
With silk or velvet cloth
Dressed in boots, never sandals
And the room would be lit with candles
If I only were a Goth

Yes I’d wanna die
From the bottom of my heart impure
Would I like another clove? Well, sure
And after that, we’ll go listen to The Cure

the rest of the verses are just as hilarious

I finally got around to properly photoblogging New Orleans. I used JAlbum, which I am now in love with.

And then, because I wanted a cleaner site anyways – and rainqueen.com just wasn’t an apt vanity domain name anymore – I moved the whole thing over to a new domain:

http://www.kissthemforme.com

AND I hand-coded all the HTML myself for once, rather than using Frontpage. And used my crappy Photoshop skills to do the sidebars and headings. Actually, it sucks far less than anything I’ve created in the last few years, so I’m fairly happy about that. I’m still ironing out navigation and what not, but I’m OK with the layout so far.

Oh, and I also syndicate my LJ through it as well – it was a painless process – but I had to get a paid account to do it. So now I’ll have more usericons again.

In the meantime, you can all go check out my New Orleans photos – now with commentary! And easy to use flash-based interface! I love shareware.

today was a whole lot of nothing

for another 48h

Eight months here and I still feel a thrill every time I see the sign on I-10 that says “Los Angeles”. I’m so in love with the city that I can get an adrenaline jolt just going into it.

It’s good to be home. Until last night, I hadn’t left West L.A. since getting back from New Orleans on Monday night. West L.A. is my home, but it’s insular, it’s not that different from Kitsilano or suburban Seattle, quiet postwar streets with Venice on one side.

Going into Los Angeles – that’s different. Knowing there’s a whole city out there, with millions of people and hundreds of Things To Do, at any given time, just thrills me every time.
another saturday in Los Angeles – it is good to be home!

This morning, as I posted, I missed my plane because my alarm didn’t go off.

I could have probably gone down to LAX and hopped a standby flight. I didn’t. Because, although I liked the idea of going to Sundance two weeks ago, I have an IMPENDING SENSE OF DOOM about it. Not that a plane is going to crash or anything, just that I might not get to work on time on Monday. And by “on time” I mean “before 2pm.”

My roomate – who really wanted me to go – booked me on a couple Delta flights. The one out was nonstop, LAX to SLC. The one back required a connection through Fresno, and I wouldn’t have been back in L.A. before 1pm. Add to that 30% on time ratio of the outbound flight, and I might not have made it in Monday at all.

My roomate thought I’d be able to hop a standby flight and get in earlier, but what if I couldn’t? It’s the Monday after Sundance, and I’d imagine that flights back to L.A. from the film festival would be in short supply.

And what if I was needed on Monday? I didn’t put in a vacation request. What if a Higher Up came looking for me to resolve the ongoing tangle of accounting that’s been happening with one of my clients? My boss would have to account for me not being there, and he would NOT be happy about it.

So when I didn’t make the flight this morning, I thought – OK. I’m out the cash. My roomate has sacrificed some airmiles as well. Both of us are going to have to live with that – I am going to take this as a sign and stay home. Because even if I made it home on time Monday, I’d still be exhausted all week, and it would just spiral down from there. And as glamourous as the idea of going to Sundance was – I’d rather miss the parties and the films and stay home and keep my job. I just have a $140 flight credit on Delta Airlines now I’ll have to figure out a way to use.

Maybe I can use it to go back to New Orleans. I’m kind of homesick for it today. sammynella and I were going to go back for Hallowe’en. Hm.

Besides, there’s a party to go to in a few hours here in L.A. It isn’t as if I’m going to be home tonight.

Well, guess who didn’t set her BlackBerry alarm properly last night?

That’s right, me!

So I’m still in L.A., not at Sundance.

Note to self – the alarm needs to be set to go off on weekend days on a PDA that is smarter than I am.

I miss Fridays in high school. Oak Bay High let out at 2pm.

Then again, on a Friday ten years ago, the high point of my social contact would be maybe hanging out with a friend to watch Red Dwarf reruns on VHS. And more likely, I’d go home and spend literally hours on IRC. I think, ten years ago, about 80% of my social interaction came out of the Internet.

Ten years later, I’m going out to Hollywood for cocktails and…bowling.

I’m still listening to “Vs” right now.

i don’t remember this photo being taken…

Somewhere, in between being on the phone for three straight hours tonight (I take a night off & now my ear hurts), I managed to upload all my New Orleans photos to my Yahoo album:

http://photos.yahoo.com/canadiangirlinlosangeles

I’ll get the photoblog done when I’m on the plane to Utah on Saturday, with captions, with themes and storylines – but for now, there’s the elements of the city that I’m so totally in love with.

Speaking of which, my guy roomate and I were sitting around mocking Queen of the Damned tonight before I started on the Marathon of Phone Calls. That movie gets more terrible each time I see it.

In response to the January 27th “Down the Rabbit Hole” challenge, I started writing this. I meant for it to be a short piece, but it seems to be more of a first chapter in a book.

A book that would just be, of course, a direct ripoff of Neverwhere crossed with Narnia.

you see, I’m really a metaphor…

a CD worth of happy 1994 songs