Deviltry can be rewarding

Well, I had to write an anno today on...oh, screw that. I just can't write any more serious stuff today.

I'm glad you used the blog to sign off (so to speak), schroeder.

And more later, I just finished writing some other things so i think the old brain needs a rest.

Just wanted to give everybody my email: schroeder@radioindierock.com. I'll check the site occasionally and see how y'all are holding up in the structured work environment, and let you know if I've had any luck finding one of my own. But in the meantime, keep in touch.

i can hear a pin drop.

I just have a love-hate relationship with the structured work environment, like alot of folks.

I need the structure, but at the same time, working in an office is also a millstone around my neck.

today, i wish to paint my cube walls shocking pink with magenta polka dots. yolk-yellow and gray aren't doing it for me.

party, party. yes, yes.

http://www.atl-filam.org/Events/2003/Debutantes/Deb_Post_Story.htm

the one in the front is me.

OK. Now, with this debut post, I am "buttmonkey".

Figured out that I could change my name in my blogger profile...

I added the ability to title your posts, FYI, so please feel free to exercise your headlining powers.

ninja robotic monkey pirate - schro, you could make a mint with a kids toy combining these. you're wasting your time here in m-land.

bmonkey.

I approve of the name change, since everything can be improved by the involvement of monkeys. (there's an old saw that no film has ever been made that couldn't be improved by the addition of either monkeys or ninjas. I'd add to that list robots and pirates. Now, if there were a ninja robotic monkey pirate... well, you can't lose!)

Also, Paul wrote "When I'm 64", not John. And John & Yoko's relationship was far from perfect - he was a junkie for some stretch of their relationship, and he cheated on her a bunch of times. But it does seem that they were pretty genuinely happy together overall, despite all that.

i am in love with my ipod. think this has the potential to be a LTR.

my creative rant for today--had a couple of revelatory musical moments on the train in the past few days. one was listening to "when im 64" and then getting sad about lennon and then wondering if his and yoko's relationship was really that "perfect". i mean, no one's is. but i think "64" might have been written BY (before yoko). like, way BY. Anyhow, i'm finding myself very interested in other people's relationships via their music, lately.

along those same lines, listening to bjork, "violently happy", i wondered if she wrote that one about matthew barney (artist with "chiselled j. crew looks", about who's anus i really don't have much of an opinion -- http://www.mysterydimension.com/MBAnuz/barney_anus.html)

but then, what about another tune by her, "broken"? "my heart is broken"...i could see matthew barney being a real pain in the ass (sorry), being the "famous New York artist" he is, and all. or maybe i need to study my bjork chronology and the tune was written about some other chap.

P.S. - guys, please refer to me as "buttmonkey" or "butt", or somesuch, in your posts. even though i did create another account for myself with that name, i'd have to be signed in twice to blogger to both use and manage the blog. TIA.

hi all.

buttmonkey14 has entered the room.

FYI, buttmonkey14 was formerly known as "g marney" but I decided that name was too close to my own.
AND, you can call me "b" for short. "monkey" also works.

IT is nice to me.

But who do you have to sleep with to get a pencil sharpener around here?

your suggestions are so helpful, chops!

BTW, schroe, i think Andrew Lloyd Webber has a bee in his bonnet today, and maybe he had one yesterday too.

at one of my old jobs, we used to rate our boss, the art director, who had punky hair (but he was a married guy with two kids who lived in brooklyn--of course) along a scale that ranged from "spiky" to "relatively flat".

the scale was for measuring his moods, BTW, not his hair that particular day. It was just a coincidence that his mood patterns seemed to echo those of his hair.

Ah, Radio Shack. Is there any problem they can't fix?

I seem to be discovering a pattern, which is:

I'm asked to do something.

I try my best to do it.

I'm told that I was supposed to do it in some specific way that had never been discussed, but I should have just known about.

Rinse. Repeat.

schroeder,
please regale us with tales of merry ireland.

sorry no one asked earlier. antarctica is very far.

velvet lane, can we call you "doggirl"?

i promise it will be on alternating days only.

"Please, baby, please -- you don't understand baby, nothing happened, baby, please, baby..."

those sound like the words of a guilty man to me (case in point - the "you don't understand", lamely trying to make her feel like it's her fault, or maybe her sister's just cuter.)

in any case, he no sound very smartee.

no, velvetlane. catwoman is miss kitty (credit due to senor chops there...)

which would make you the less-poetic "dogwoman", I suppose. Or, "doggirl".

I work in Antarctica, so I may not have much to add to the proceedings. But I could have used this sort of system of venting in previous environments.

I used to share a cube wall with a guy who would fight and plead with his girlfriend, daily, over the phone, for three hours at a time. On the rare moments when he wasn't on the phone, he would play the same Steely Dan CD over and over again, loud enough to draw complaints from several cubes away. I even anonymously gave him a pair of headphones, but he still didn't get the hint. They eventually fired him because they realized that "spending 5 hours a day whining into the phone" = "not doing work".

Now that I think about it, Antarctica's not a bad way to go.

OK, senor chops. maybe you were just KIDDING about that conversation you overheard?

i am not yet used to your trenchant wit, dry as the driest of white wines.

or maybe you were serious? oh, i'm all confused.