Good stuff too

Annoying funk still holding. Damnit. The marketing survey I was subjected to on the phone didn't help. I tried to get all the way through, but finally just had enough and said as politely as I could muster that I understood she was doing her job and all but that I really despised marketing, that neither our organization nor my personal consumer habits were anything that could be considered "normal" (What does your organization do again? ...I think I'll have to write that in...), that I didn't have a television, that yes, I've heard of these companies and understand she's not selling me anything, but that I have a difficult time providing information to huge companies so to assist them in infiltrating my personal eyespace more and more every day. I hope I didn't come off as a bitch. She was kind of laughing at my delivery and I really hope I didn't wreck her day or anything; I don't want to kill the messenger, especially when the messenger is a corporate wage-slave and probably a perfectly nice human being with kids to feed and stuff.

The car will be towed away this afternoon. We get $30. Aw, Clyde. It's come down to this.

So. Here's some good stuff.

I now believe I have more money than I thought I did. Hooray. I think my bank's new internet banking site was a little dodgy last week or somethin'. I went on my trip thinking I'd overdrafted my account beforehand. As I've bounced maybe two checks in my lifetime, this kinda freaked me out. Still kind of wary about spending any money before I know for sure.

My boyfriend sure is awesome.
My job sure is awesome.
My friends sure are awesome.

Decompression was awfully fun, especially seeing The Evolution Control Committee, purely by accident. Didn't even know they were burners and we never checked the schedules carefully, so it was awesome that we happened to be there when they played. They played all my favorite songs (among them: Fucking Moon, Rocked by Rape, and I Want a Cookie) and the thimbletron was less finicky than normal. Annoying Drunk Guy got on stage and was dealt with perfectly- punctuated by Adrian of Piss Clear behind me yelling "TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS!" When Annoying Drunk Guy complied, she recinded: "Wait. I was kidding. Oh, no. PUT THEM BACK ON!!!"

Theory: "I Want a Cookie" is such a fun song because it a) Rocks out, and b)seems to address all of Maslow's hierarchy.
Discuss if you wish.

Got to see parts of the phoenix light up again, partied with some Cafe folks, and visited our neighbors this year from the Dead Letter Office, who enjoyed the fact that our favorite mailing system is none other than WASTE.
Wrote a letter and I fully expect it will get to its intended recipient.
(Hi, sporkly!)

Other decompression fun included the high bar for stiltwalkers, compliments by megaphone, once again getting asked for random photographs in fabulous playa-wear, and an involved game of human-knot.

While in San Francisco I also:
-Finally ate at Millenium. Yeeeaaaah.
-had a bunch of other fabulous food
-went to the beach
-shopped on Haight
-visited Golden Gate Park
-saw the Pirate Store
-ate lunch with i_heart_to___
-facilitated some mischeif.


Mood suitably improved. Yay.

Now I should quit slacking at my awesome job.

hey, paraselenic

Are you lookin' for other jobby stuff? This organization is one of our partners and they're looking for someone part time. Good folks. It seems like a good fit with your school background.

http://springboardforthearts.org/Jobs/Job_Edit.asp?JobID=466