On Thursday I met up with Karl and Bethany before they head out to the San Diego region for some rest and relaxation. Oh the beach, how I miss it. Lisa was going to see The Dark Knight at midnight, so I went stag. Anyways, Karl, Bethany, and I ate at Yoya's (?) Mexican food over there on Maryland Parkway by the Einstein Bagels. If it's Mexican food, it most certainly isn't TJ Mexican food as it's probably more central Mexican food. Their flavours are pretty savory and they have an excellent beer collection. After we got our check, the manager came out and had a friendly chat for us. And chatted, and chatted, and chatted - until we decided that it was time to clean our ears and head over to the Stake Out! So off to the Stake Out we went - as perusual, I gave Karl a wadful of one dollar bills to kill any classic rock that might be playing on the radio. Fuck yeah, Lemonheads, Agnostic Front, etc. - all excellent selections. Bethany even managed to win some money to pay for the drinks consumed and have change left over. Well that was Thursday...
So then yesterday I was feeling pretty bummed out and there was nothing I could really do about it and I just have to wait until events transpire. But at least it was Friday and there's the weekend to look forward to. Fortunately for the past week or so I've had my artistic groove on and I have been lining up different projects to tackle and things to work on during my idle times at home.
Yesterday evening as I was doing some research I saw my goth/industrial friend online, Stephanie. I asked her if she was going to Goodtimes (i.e. Vector - 80s/industrial night) - which she affirmed. After stopping off at the 7-Eleven, downing a Monster drink to get wired - I probably could've drank a Rockstar, but the fact is - buy two Monsters, get one free. Free is good word so I had my belly full of liquid speed. I am excited for Stephanie because she is going to her first ComiCon in San Diego, and with her being a big comic fan I know it's a dream for her come true. So off to Goodtimes it was but since I had my camera with me, I didn't dance, although I started to feel the urge. I did manage to take some interesting pictures which I will load up on my Flickr account if I remember. One good thing that happened as while I was watching people dancing, experimenting with camera settings, I had an acid flashback! I don't know if it was because Combichrist or not, singing "Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you..." But I had this red flash run through my body. Maybe it was a mini stroke, who knows - a wave of depression - perhaps creativity springing - I don't care. Whatever it was, it was kind of cool. Next time I go to Goodtimes I think I'm going to hit the dance floor and leave my camera in the car.
Fortunately from a photographic side I've been experimenting with the Nikon RAW format. The difference between RAW and JPEG format is that there is more flexibility in your shots. So while at Goodtimes I managed to run into a fellow photographer named Jay Sin. We have similar cameras and were sharing notes (before he got too drunk and had to put away his camera in the car). Taking RAW photographs in a nightclub is more challenging than a portrait or say scenery setting because of the obvious changing dynamics in the club. There are several ideas that I'm interested in pursuing on the photography side to push my creative side - definitely darker, but also in another direction. Yeah landscape photography can be exciting, and yes inpromptu group pictures are fun - but there are other areas to explore. More on that in another blog as I travel down this path.
But by about 4:30am I was home, but it wasn't until 6am that I actually managed to pass out - a restless sleep at that because I was (and still am) tweaking on the Monster drinks. I managed to learn some interesting information, revelation of sorts - but since I fucking hate drama and love to live the simple life, I'll just wait to see how certain things unfolds. It's interesting how you can piece things together through observation and hearing from people; if it all comes down, you'll see Kamikaze Kurt explode into a rage. And then move on. And if I happen to be wrong then there's nothing to worry about so it's easy as Sunday morning - sleeping and hoping I'd die before Monday.
Oh well, at least I'm not tired and will hopefully crash at a decent hour of like 1am or so. Then again maybe not, when you're on a roll creatively, you're on a roll and considering this is a weekend night - who knows! Shit, you think that I'd be tired at least from jacking off several hours prior and even taking a really stinky shit - but apparently it didn't wear me out.
This morning I headed over to Joanne's art supply store. Fuck, if I wasn't amped up already with creativity, walking through that store there was even more lightning. I was walking down one of the eisle and saw several statues that were 60% off - when I compared the price I saw that it was like ten dollars. I picked up one statue and spent up until present repainting it. Once I get my camera synched up I will upload the picture. Also when I got home I was going through more stuff and got rid of more junk - some books and clothes that are going to be donated. I realize that I still have way too much shit and it adds nothing but clutter and dust to my life. So maybe later or tomorrow I'm just going to one of those drop off boxes and completely unload a lot of my junk.
Labels: acid, art, asparagus piss, beastiality, beer, Bethany, cock, Goodtimes, Gothic, I fucking hate work, industrial, insanity, junk, Kamikaze Kurt, Karl Bakla, Nikon D50, Stake Out
