FREAK MAGNET

I had to get out of the house today. It was simply too beautiful out. And, besides, I had to look for part time/retail work. I have discovered that as a current corporate middle management/HR refugee, I am viewed as suspicious in my desire for part time employment. All of the retail powers that be seem to think I am attempting to "slum it" while I look for "real" employment. Don't they realize that they are cutting themselves down as the refuse me a chance!?!?!? However, there is one place that seems to be interested in hiring me. But, I'm having to think about it.

Anyway, I sat at a very nice cafe for much of the afternoon. The sun was flowing in and I was surfing the job boards and doing my thing. I even got to do a bit of Instant Message stuff with Milford! I was actually doing just that when a rather scary looking gay Klub Boi walked in and took a seat at the table in front of me. He was kind of cute in a burned out-needs-a-shower-kind of way. He looked late 30's but I suspect he was mid 20's. Blue hair, tats and a those black things in his ear lobes. I think Milford had to step away or something so I was not typing and suddenly found this guy sitting across from me, looking overly happy and twitchy. He told me he really liked my red sport coat and my shoes. I said thanks. Then he proceeded to write down something on a piece of paper. His hands were a bit twitchy, too. He pushed the paper across to me. Two phone numbers were scrawled out. He told me that these were his numbers and that I should give him a call.

"Ok. Thanks."

...then he got up, ordered an Italian soda, sort of bounced about, waved to me and left. At this point I was back to typing to Milford who told me that he felt I had a friendly face that seemed to invite people to talk to me. ...or something like that as I was complaining about why I seem to attract people like this.

Anyway, Milford had to get back to work and I needed to continue to look for work.

I guess about 10 minutes had gone by and the Scary Klub Boi bounced back into the cafe. He walked up to me and asked if I knew his friend Crystal. Now, kids, it has been a lonnnnnng time since I was involved in recreational drug use and I have no plans of getting back into that scene ever again. I don't think he was talking about a girl or a drag queen. So, I told him that I hated Crystal and refused to deal with her or any of her friends. I waited to see what sort of reaction I would get.

He just laughed --- and, then, kissed me on the head. Then he left.

Why me?

Oh, and as I continue to attempt to navigate thru the mess that is my life I now must sell some more of my stuff. No biggie. It is only stuff and life is easier the less you own. But, it still sucks and bums me out. There are certain things that I will never sell. You can probably guess what some of them are. But a few of them puzzle even me.

Diamanda Galas is insane. Don't try to defend her. I know she has done some interesting work, but the poor girl is nuts. Anyway, she made an album with John Paul Jones back in the early 90's that I just love. Not really sure why. Some of it is not even really listenable. But, I like it. Maybe it is because I will always be a diehard LedZep fan. Maybe it is because "Do You Take This Man?" is the greatest revenge on a cheating lover song you will EVER hear. ...or maybe it is because of that way cool cover photograph. This was just after her victorious and scandalous performance at St.Patricks Cathedral in NYC, I believe and it is the closest she has ever come to a straight-ahead rock album. Anyway, I love it. I will never sell it. And, I don't think it is in print anymore.

A pal I've made on my space reminded me of a book, "The House of Leaves" which caused me many a nightmare when I first read it. A strange book about a house that changes size and serves as an entry point to an endless maze of space. I hadn't really thought of this book in some time. I love it and I hated it because it bothered me so much. You see I have this irrational fear of space and things spacial. I can't even articulate it. But the idea of a room or a house that keeps expanding and/or shrinking with a hallway that keeps on growing -- well, it just freaks me out! Anyway, the writer's sister is an interesting rock singer, POE. She created a really interesting CD based upon her brother's book. The CD is called "Haunted" --- I could never sell it, either. Like her brother's book, her CD kind of freaks me out, too. "...but there's only so far I can go in a hallway that keeps growing..." ...ewwwwwwww!!!! ...and, yet I am drawn to it.

So, those two CD's are not for sale. Like Barbra, Debbie, Stevie, Tom W, Marianne F, Kate & Tori -- you don't mess with 'em!!! Spacially challenged and horrific...