Runaway, runaround.



Okay, my favorite new band is the Mosquitoes. We played with them last night and they rocked us gingerly. I'm not even that tired today, just lazy.
Not feeling eager to get back to work. I've just been catching up on email and voicemail so far. In just a few minutes I'll be dialing people up for promos and artwork. I never said it was a fancy job.
Later.

Unreal



I went to the dentist this morning. Whenever I go to the dentist, for some reason I like to write about it. Today I had two cavities filled. Hopefully they're the last ones I'll ever have. The local anesthetic hasn't worn off yet, so I keep touching my face. My lower lip feels like a huge frankfurter stuck to my face, and my chin feels so unreal. It's the weirdest sensation, I can't stop putting my fingers on my chin because I secretly like how it feels. It's like feeling my own face with someone else's hand. Leon, you lucky bastard. Your girlfriend has the softest face on the planet.
The dental assistant I had today was the same one that I had last time. Last time she went on and on about the doctor's ability to make the fillings look exactly like the natural tooth, how it was an art form and how she admired his skill. This morning she mentioned a fondness for Walmart during two different conversations. She's funny, but I don't think she means to be.
We have a show this Sunday at 8 is at Balazo Gallery on 24th and Mission, in case people care. We will have new badges!
Later.

Since Wednesday.



Since Wednesday, I've been in a state of utter content. With playing a show in front of people finally out of the way, I feel like the worst is over. The next shows, and maybe even the recordings will be fun and non-nerve wracking. People liked us, I'd like to think. even though most of them were our friends and we asked them to be there. They said they liked us anyway. And maybe they couldn't tell that we messed up a few times. Some other highlights:
We played the new song fairly well, despite only practicing it twice.
Someone yelled "Frenchmen fucking rule!" after we played.
Dancing music so nice that even Charles danced.
Free beers.
John's karaoke.
Ordering in spanish at the burrito place at 3 in the morning, because I get a kick out of that.
Falling asleep, crammed on the couch with Leon couldn't have been cozier.
The view from Fulton down accross the panhandle at 10 am and my new contacts for being able to see it.
Being in the bay area in the day time on a weekday made me feel naughty, like I was playing hooky.
Yum falafel lunch.
Sleepy afternoon drive back to Sacramento.
I think I like this band thing much better than having a radio show.
Later.

Coming soon. Like, on Wednesday.



The Frenchmen & The Bright Ideas
with some DJs
Wednesday, 4/17 at Edinburgh Castle
Club Lovely
Free.

Oh, there you are.



I called my eye doctor and made a fuss about their prices on contacts, so they lowered the price to 50% off. I felt bad so I brought them a big box of dance cds. Art, who was very sweet and totally helpful was very appreciative and gave me 4 free boxes of contact lens juice. "We love dance music here! Anything that gets us bumpin'." I had a bunch of dance promos here so it worked out for everyone. Now I can see more clearly than ever. The best way for me to explain it is this: It's like being a movie camera. I can focus on the tiny leaves in trees, the license plates on the cars downstairs, the people crossing the street several blocks down. It's the best feeling and the worst. It's terrible because it makes me realize just how bad my eyesight has deteriorated to. If you knew how blind I really am, you'd be apalled.
How do you do it Teeni?
Nobody knows, baby.

Burny Eye.



My contacts are terrible to begin with. The perscription is at least two years old and so are the contacts themselves. I wouldn't even call them contacts anymore. They're more like blury sheets of gum that go on my eyeballs and help me see things past arm's length but not much farther beyond.
So last night I was chopping jalepenos for some salsa I'm brewing for a potluck tomorrow. The juice and smell got all over my fingers. So I washed my hands a few times with one of those stainless steel bars of "soap." I knew it wasn't working too well, so I had Leon remove my contacts for me for the night. I thought my fingers would be much better in the morning, after another bout with the stainless steel soap and a shower. I found out the burny eye, hard way that it didn't work. Now my most important contact is ruined, the right one. That's the eye that's the worst! I'm having to wear my left contact and glasses today, just to see well enough to drive. Uggh, now I have to go all the way out to Arden for my eye doctor.
I'm practically blind!!

Kind of like this but blue.



Coming at you live today from the Cindy Wolfe Princess Phone. Actually, this is not the princess phone, but I have one just like it. Somewhere in a box that I haven't unpacked yet. It's my back up phone for when the power goes out, or when I leave the cordless off the charger for too long. I got it when I was in Olympia a few years ago. It has the best, muffled, old-phone sound.
I finally got my Beat Happening box set. It's beautiful. The decided that the music is the soundtrack to my life. I read the booklet while doing laundry on Sunday. It made me think of being in Olympia, and the fun that I had there. Walking around downtown, seeing lots of wonderful bands, wandering around the Evergreen Campus at night and shopping in the tiny record, and diy shops. I should go back sometime.
Hey Radio, do these phones work?

Crying All Night.



Our neighbor's cat, Simon cried from 11:00 PM last night until 5:30 AM this morning. We nary got a wink of sleep. Rowr. Mrowr. Meeeooooow. All. Night. Long. Thinking back on it now, I should have gotten up and knocked on their door, or gotten up to sleep on the couch, or gotten my earplugs in. But I didn't. These things don't occur to you when all you're trying to do is fall asleep. As naughty or stir crazy as my cats are sometimes, I can be thankfull that they would never be this annoying. Fucking Simon. He needs to be neutered.
zzzz.

The ghost of.



That thing I coughed up this morning is the ghost of my cough. That kleenex in the trash is the ghost of my sneeze. There are ghosts all over the place, of everything. You just have to look.
We went on a date last night. To dinner and a short walk which would have been longer but my cough was so out of control I thought I was going into a grand mal seizure. So we cut it short and went home so I could sip on the sizurp that the doctor gave me. That sizurp was totally weak, it didn't even knock me out.
We were watching a news magazine last night about a lady who kidnapped her own child and ran off to Europe. The dad contacted a show in Sweden, simlar to America's Most Wanted, and asked them to air a segment about his missing kid and estranged wife.
So Leon says: "It's like Swedishes Most Wanted!"
Not Sweden's, but Swedishes.
Quiz: What is the ghost of Sweden?
Later.

Hello Bridesmaid.



Heather finally asked other Heather and I to be bridesmaids. It will be my first time. I'm so excited, I'll be the best bridesmaid ever. All other bridesmaids will attend my finishing school to learn from the master. Sensei Bridesmaid, that's me.
Getting over being sick is frustrating. It doesn't happen fast enough. Cough, sneeze, blow nose. The coughing is the worst. Last night Leon's mom made me nervous about having bronchitis. I don't think I have it. No, probably not. Wait, I’m calling the doctor.

Catch!