sundries

[rm]

Tomorrow at noon a dude is coming over to hopefully fix my computer and at least recover my data. But hopefully the whole thing gets solved as it’s a bit of financial drama otherwise. So I’m going to bed soon to get up early and clean, because one must be hospitable to the tech dude.

My health insurance card came! I keep staring at it like it’s from Mars. I can go to the doctor!!! But I hate going to the doctor. But now if I get any mystery illness or hurt myself on a horse, I’m not totally screwed. I suppose I should do some basic check up stuff, but really who wants to hear about that?

I've spent all day intensely distracted by sexual fantasy. Which is sort of totally odd in that a) I’m on the rag and feel like hell and b) the foci there of was new and a bit odd. Who knows. To say I’ve given up trying to figure out what goes on in my mind would be an absolute lie, but you know…. Hrrr. It just seemed so inorganic and sudden. Very odd.

Have to drop by Central Casting Monday as they want to retake my photo for who knows what reason.

Wow there’s this really angry eagle owl on Jay Leno right now.

You know what I haven’t done in ages, is go dancing. And I know that’s because of the whole club/vibe/scene is alternately either intensely irritating to me or intensely boring (ah, I do miss Mother, which was rarely either). But the fact is, I love to move, and I don’t just do it well, but powerfully. I used to go alone a lot, just to dance, until it would become a social emeshment, then I’d do that for a while, then be sick of it and then stop doing it again. Maybe a night out and recognizing not to repeat it with any frequency would be a good thing. And oh, you know, the last time I was in New Orleans, I never went dancing… maybe there’s a night out for me there.

Okay, think good thoughts for me and the ‘puter tomorrow.

Comments

[rm.livejournal.com]

I think it's like that everywhere right now; nightlife just isn't what it was in the 80s and even 90s. It sounds ridiculous to complain, being in NYC, and I'm sure comparatively it's better, but in terms of music and environments I like, these isn't much I even find "acceptable." And yeah, dance floor crowds are the ick. On the other hand, I have really long arms and unavoidably slap idiots when they are, so it works out.

You mentioned somewhere else that you used to live in New Orleans; I'm sure things turn over there quicikly, but are there good not yucky touristy places to go dancing there if one has a somewhat goth, somewhat 80s musical sensibility?

[alabastard.livejournal.com]

NOLA was surprisingly free of gothic clubs when I lived there, we'd go to California for that, there were some small hangouts, but little dancing. Boston had the dancing, but the people were ... too many big fish in small ponds, now it lacks even the dancing.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Ah well, it's not like there won't be 100+ reasons to not sleep during Phoenix Rising as it is -- it's probably better that I won't need to add nightclubs to my to do list while I'm there.