Time to wash some dishes*, clean myself up, and do some packaging. I might end up going out cos Nicole needs to use my computer when she gets home from school in an hour.

Maybe if I’m lucky I can start getting some individual LP’s listed tonight. I wouldn’t mind that… but I do know I need cream from the store. I drank fat free milk in my coffee for the first time in years today. It wasn’t pleasant, but it did the job, but I’d like to have my Land O’ Lakes Half & Half back in my coffee tomorrow.

*(dirty dishes pictured are not mine)

I had $5.50 in “ebay bucks” to spend. Usually I buy a record or a pair of pants. I couldn’t quickly think of a cheap record that I wanted off of the top of my head and I’m doing fine in the pants department… so I bought 2 silver dimes for $7 total, so it only cost me $1.50, which is nice, since the dimes are probably worth $2 each, were I to take them in to a coin shop (I think the actual melt value for these dimes is $2.29 right now, but obviously yer not gonna “face value”)

I think from now on I’ll just spend my ebay bucks on cheap little silver dimes.

Thank you ebay.

I had some weird fucking dream. Queen Latifa’s titty was in it, along with the devil and his son, who were both business men that talked to dogs on Friday’s, and because of this, wanted everybody to go to Las Vegas on Friday’s, so they could talk to dogs in peace.

That was written in 2006. I’m revisiting my old secret drunk blog. It is weird reading a lot of the shit in there, but this killed me. See, I never remember my dreams, so good, bad, or indifferent… it is always an event if I remember a dream.

Hell, after reading that small description, after all these years, I can still remember some of the mental images from that odd evening of sleep.

quarecords:

ClassyCTScan on Flickr.

I had a giant cyst growing on my face. It sucked. Luckily I had some nice surgeons at Metrohealth in Cleveland, OH kindly cut the fucker out. When I was shown this picture of my CT scan I couldn’t help thinking it would make an awesome album cover for an industrial album put out on Wax Trax! back in the late 80’s or early 90’s.

One day I plan on making it into a t-shirt.

I now have a large scar on my right cheek that looks kinda like a vag and/or the flux capacitor.

I posted this in early September of 2011… I forgot to tell the world that as one of many awesome birthday gifts from my girlfriend, this image is in fact on a t-shirt now!

This is my neighborhood, the north eastern end of Lakewood that butts up right against the north western end of Cleveland, Ohio.

I got up around 8am today and rode my bike to city hall to clear up some tax issues. Only had to pay $23.23 and won’t have to be annoyed by the city for a good while. My tax clerk was AMAZINGLY pleasant. If he’d had a tip jar out, I’d have left him a fiver!

After I paid the tax man I rode about a mile down the road and got some smokes & an iced tea for Nicole & I to have at dinner (she was at school from 8am till 6pm). I then rode home. I was proud of myself as I rode on the street the whole time like a cyclist is supposed to do (though I’m not terribly comfortable with it).

Once home I took a little break on the porch and between noon and 3pm I took pictures of about 60 LP’s, edited & named the pics and listed about 13 of them, all of which were Guess Who & related projects.

My little sister called me around 330pm and said she wanted to come up and go thrifting, so I started tidying the house, doing the dishes, and shredding the chicken in the crock pot that Nicole has set before going to school this morning.

I got all that done around an hour later and my sis came to my house around 5pm. We hung out till Nicole got home around 630pm and had a delicious and simple dinner of shredded chicken soft tacos (marinated in the slow-cooker for 8 hours in salsa) with brown rice, & black bean filling along with diced tomato, cheese + lettuce.

My sister & I eventually arrived at the thrift store around 8pmish. The records were laughable at this particular shop. My sister was looking for band shirts and found me a cute Beatles shirt & a 1994 “vintage” Pink Floyd shirt pimping “Animals”. As they are both mediums I bought them to sell at a later date. I found a sealed 5 pack of CDR’s that I used to use 10 years ago along with some early 2000’s indie rock. 

Since I only had $15 my sister kindly offered to pick up my stuff. We then went to Nicole’s place of work and had a pleasant drink, which she also picked up the tab for. We got back to my place around 10pm and I promptly sold $220 worth of vinyl to a guy right after she left. I felt really bad. I called her and told her this and she just had a chuckle. I told her to come back up next week and we’d go to some of the higher priced vintage shops. 

Good day overall, though I am ready for bed right now as the clock strikes midnight…

That’s how I kind of feel right now.

I think I’m gonna go to bed. I crawled out of bed around 645am so I’m allowed to be tired at 955pm. 

I would have posted a picture of me sleeping, but so far as I know there are no pictures of me sleeping.

So instead, I will use this picture of me from 1996, putting me in about 9’th grade or so.

Ugh.

Got a free $9 scotch with my lunch today.

I ordered water. Apparently the waitress thought I said “Walker”.

She asked me if I wanted it neat or on the rocks. I though she was being cute, as this was one of Devil’s co-workers… so I said “On the rocks”… cos I wanted some ice in my water.

Had I been ordering a scotch with lunch, however, I would have ordered neat.

Also, had I thought I was ordering a “Walker” of any variety, I would imagine the waitress would have asked me if I wanted Red, Black, or some other obscenely priced variant.

This question was never asked…so I was still expecting water at this point.

Anyhow, a scotch came. I told her I wasn’t anticipating a scotch. Not that I really had any problem drinking a scotch at 1230pm on a Tuesday other than the fact that it would have cost me $9.

She got it taken off the bill cos it was her fuck-up and luckily she didn’t have to pay for it… and since my old lady works there and such, they gave me the scotch any way.

So… I totally drank a Johnny Walker Black on the rocks during lunch today. I am 100% sure that is the earliest I have ever drank scotch.

It went well with my artisan grilled cheese and tomato bisque soup.

Today Nicole & I are going to the Cleveland Museum of Art. She has to do something for a class of her’s, even though she is on spring break. She was gonna go with a friend, who had to cancel on her… so now I am taking that friend’s place. 

While I like going to the art museum and stuff, I’d rather keep doing more work. I’ve got a fair pile of really decent records to list… but today is REALLY nice out and it’ll happy ol’ Devil + I’ll get my culture on, so off I go.

I like how one end of the museum is all old school looking. Hopefully that is where they put all the “stuffy” art and then the new wing is all hella modern and cold, where I hope they house the “modern” art.

Who knows though.

I bought a package of this last week.

It is some rough stuff!

Part of it, I’m sure, is that I truly detest eating until I’ve been awake 4 or 5 hours. 

“The Man” tells me this not eating breakfast is a not good thing. Since I am a short fat man, and have been doing many positive things over the past year to lose weight and lead a healthier life, one of the things I have decided to do was to force myself to eat some kind of healthy pile of food in the morning shortly after I wake up.

I’ve been choking this shit down the past 4 days. Even with a teaspoon of sugar and a tablespoon of half and half + a small handful of un-salted dry roasted almonds this stuff is rough. And the package even tells you to add these things! This isn’t a fat dude trying to make it better… BOB is telling me to add that shit! After I’m done eating this small 1/4 cup serving I feel like I’ve got a bowling ball in my stomach.

However, it does seem to be helpful overall, which is why I keep unhappily stuffing it in my face each morning. 

But damn. I hate eating breakfast… of any kind… but this stuff is hardcore!

Rover, my 15 year old Red Ear Slider just shat on my shoe.

She is a horrible, foul, little beast some times.

I was moving her out of the tank and into the box so she could dry off and get some more heat and she usually will piss a little bit when I pick her up, so I know to hold her over the tank for a few seconds… well, as I was moving her to the box, only a few feet away, she pinched a loaf and luckily(?) it landed on the toe of my shoe as opposed to the carpet.

Some times I hate Rover.

Devil made this pizza tonight.

Usually she makes killer thin crust creations on a cookie sheet, but she decided to make a “normal” type pizza in this huge assed cake pan she has. It turned out pretty awesome. She put zucchini, hot peppers, broccoli, olives, pepperoni and of course cheese on the pie.

Good stuff. 

Devil got off work at 9pm. We went to the Parkview around 10pm and got a nice fresh fish fry and two beers each. The bill was $40. I gave a 20% $8 tip… however, PayPal is telling me I was charged $50 flat, meaning I gave a $25% tip. I will call them tomorrow concerning this. I don’t mind paying the extra $2, though I don’t like getting ripped off by a fucking waitress. My old lady tells me how often she could do this and get away with it, but never does. This bitch didn’t get away with shit. She’s dealing with a POOR man who keeps a very close eye on his finances.

After Parkview we went to Nicole’s work, which is just a few blocks down. The plan was to have a beer and get the place’s famous desert to go, and to go home and eat the fucker.

Instead we had 4 beers each and got the dessert to go. Dropped another $50.

I made $113 selling records today. However I’m only left with $13, which is kind of a bummer, but we had a fun night and don’t go out much.

But still… I’m a poor fug. 

Oh well.

promoingdirect started following me after I bitched about evil old Capital One.

The Ohio E-Check is one of the finest government scams ever foisted upon the poor, unsuspecting residents of Ohio.

Ripping off Ohioans under the thin veil of environmental reasons since 1996.

While I’m terribly opposed to the E-Check and everything, tonight I read an article saying that they are putting in E-Check kiosks at super markets now, so you can do it yourself!

So now they are still getting your $20, but yer doing all the work, and more people are out of a job.

I remember when I would have to go get my E-Check in the early 2000’s when I had a 1987 Bronco II that did everything it could to NOT pass the E-Check I’d go to the garage in my area where you would part with your money and was amazed that there were 3 to 4 dudes there “conducting” the E-Check when it only took like 1 guy…

Now, I’m not for bloated government payrolls or anything, but if yer gonna rip off everybody who has a car more than 2 years old, at least contribute some jobs to the economy.

When I read about shit like this I’m somewhat glad that I no longer own a car or have any interest in suckin’ dick for the man, even if selling records isn’t gonna make me rich in this life time.

I love ING Direct.

I deplore Capital One Bank.

Since 2006 I’ve had various checking, savings, and IRA accounts with ING. I think I even had a CD with them once…

Their interest rates used to be great and while they suck now, I like banking with them.

However, Capital One just bought them and Capital One is suing me. So fuck them.

While I doubt I’ll bother closing my accounts and moving what little monies I have to HSBC or some similar place… I’m really pissed that me and my money are in any way associated with Capital One.

It is just distressing. 

On top of that, they totally redesigned the ING Layout within 24 hours of taking them over and I don’t like that either.

If it wasn’t such a bother to roll over IRA accounts and re-link regular bank accounts from other websites I really would shake good old ING and move over to HSBC or something.

When I first started banking with ING they were cool cos they sponsored a Formula 1 team, had stellar interest rates, and had an easy to maneuver web page.

They no longer sponsor any F1 teams, their interest rates suck as much as everybody else’s, their web page now sucks too AND to top it all off… Capital One owns them.

I’m going to have to do some serious soul searching soon.