posted January 10, 2009 09:17 PM         

It's never the guy I hear, always the lady...she sounds like she's in serious pain, moaning and groaning like she has food poisoning or something. arrrRRRgggGHhh.

posted January 10, 2009 09:35 PM         

meta, maybe a little bit of both. lol

posted January 10, 2009 10:34 PM         

Good idea, though I don't think an interpretive painting of what I heard would fit in what I started. I don't have an actual nude model in front of me (fyi) and thankfully, it's over now. She mustve finally orgasmed while I was out. It's getting tiring. I'm going to try to get back into my groove now...

How's this full moon weekend treatin' everyone?

posted January 10, 2009 10:52 PM         

I'm glad you are no longer being interrupted by passionate animalistic noises while you attempt to paint. That reminds me, the last time I had that incident happened I banged on the wall and said, "I can hear you and it doesn't sound like fun!"

posted January 10, 2009 11:25 PM         

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she sounds like she's in serious pain, moaning and groaning like she has food poisoning or something.

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ROFL. You reminded me of an old friend of my sister-in-law. Whenever she laughed, she sounded like she was having an orgasm.

posted January 10, 2009 11:53 PM         

Yes, those animalistic noises....some total root chakra healing going on over there...something! ugh.

Nice to see you around again.

Peace Angel, that's a great idea! A thought occurred to me that my other neighbor might be able to hear too it and think it was coming from my place. How wicked embarrassing. My ego hopes he realizes it's not coming from apt 11 and just a little further down the hall. A friend of mine recommended I turn on some music and play it really loud to give them the hint that if they can hear this, i can hear them. Seems they are in some kind of dreamland now and I'm going to try tearing myself away from the computer now.

posted January 11, 2009 12:23 AM         

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Today I went over to a big theater and shopping center complex to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond in search of better storage for my room. I'm thinking about moving, so my idea was to trade out my [heavy] dresser in favor of some sort of [light] shelving that would be easy to break down and move.

When I got to the shopping center I felt a little hungry, so I decided I'd treat myself to a Jamba Juice or maybe Starbucks. I decided on Starbucks by the time I'd walked over. I got in line, placed my order, and was given a $2 bill as part of my change. The barrista looked at me, and asked, "Is that alright? I like to give them out as change whenever one comes in." I looked at it a second, and shrugged my approval. (I quickly got out my cell, and started an internet search on how to spot a counterfeit one as this one seemed pretty new. I didn't get exactly the information I wanted quick enough, but once I learned that the one dollar bills don't have the security strip built in I was less suspicious of my new $2 bill.)

After that I headed to Game Stop, a little video game store where people can buy and trade in video games. I'd played a queer game (Katamari Damacy and I Love Katamari) at my sister's place over Christmas, and I wanted to see if they had it. I eventually found out they didn't, and left.

By this time I felt like I needed to use the restroom. That Venti Vanilla Iced Coffee probably went right through me, so I headed to the theater, because at this theater you're allowed into the lobby without tickets, and I could use the restroom there.

Just inside the doors they have a set of ATM-like machines where you can buy movie tickets with your ATM or credit card. (Gemini Rising is infinitely destractable.) I hadn't planned on seeing a movie, but I decided I'd check out what was playing. At the first machine I pressed the wrong button as the screen didn't allign with the buttons and I wasn't paying enough attention, so I moved to my left and pressed the correct button on another machine. Then I noticed that there was a movie ticket already in the tray. It said, "Revolutionary R..." (etc.) Date was today's. Time was 1:50. I pulled my cell out of my pocket. 1:45. "Hmmm...seems fated," I thought. I went to the customer service counter to look at the binder of movie descriptions I knew they kept there. At the same time a woman was asking to get her money back for the ticket(s) she'd bought. I noted the option [of selling it back] as I flipped through the book looking for the "Revolutionary" movie. I found out it was the new one with Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslett. Cool. I went to the restroom, got myself a kid's "Reel Deal" (tiny drink, small candy, and a bit of popcorn), and saw a movie. (I got to see the trailer for the film HSC recently recommended as well: The Wrestler. Man Mickey Rouke looks huge.)

So I had a bit of magic this afternoon I'd say.

I know these pictures don't prove my story, but they're kind of cool artifacts from my day.

posted January 11, 2009 02:23 AM         

I'm definately looking forward to seeing what painting this produces.

posted January 11, 2009 06:36 PM         

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I looked at it a second, and shrugged my approval. (I quickly got out my cell, and started an internet search on how to spot a counterfeit one as this one seemed pretty new. I didn't get exactly the information I wanted quick enough, but once I learned that the one dollar bills don't have the security strip built in I was less suspicious of my new $2 bill.)

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ROFL i found that very funny for some reason.

posted January 11, 2009 06:38 PM         

VTT, I'm glad.