Moving on...out

In 2002, I annouced that was going to be year that I get an apartment.

Ooops.

Well, better late than never.

I am finally moving into New York City, where I have worked for the last 7 years (shit, I'm old)

A couple of mental notes for my attempts to pack:

• I have so much crap. I've packed four moving boxes: two of them were for books...mostly graphic novels, one was CD books and video game systems and the last were shoes. I haven't even made a dent in my closet.
• Buying a bed is depressing. I understand that it is the most important purchase you need to make for your own well-being but good God, those things are expensive. I watched a good portion of my apartment budget go up in smoke when I was hearing the price of mattresses I liked.
• On another note, I hardly flinched when purchasing a TV that cost only a little less than the bed I ended up buying. And I wonder why I'm single (another post)
• I spent last night staring in my closet. Staring at all of the pants I own that don't fit comfortably anymore by about one size. I usually keep them as motivation to get back down so I can comfortably wear them again. But frankly, I'm about to scrap them all. I don't feel like dragging that crap with me. But, if I threw them away, I would own like 4 pairs of pants (Having those pants did more to motivate me NOT to buy more)
• I still need to learn how to cook. I think I am going to live off whey protein, meal replacement shakes and Honey Nut Cheerios until I figure this whole cooking thing. Again, I wonder why I'm single.
  

How's the weather up there?

I'm not that short.

I'm about 5'9".

I hate tall women.

And not because I am unattracted to them because there are some beautiful tall women up there.

I hate them because the second you see them and make eye contact...you are immediately deducted a point.

Actually a point for every inch that they are taller than you.

"I need someone who is my height in heels"

Screw you.

After singing a little Skee-Lo*, I find myself wishing ill on them...

Hoping they bump their pretty little heads on low doorway entrances.

Sorry. I know that came across as mean.

*"I Wish"

Soundtracking

I've been tagged by Kevin at Kev's Musings. Ok, you rogue, I'll play your little game.

The total volume of music files on my computer:

My lawyer has advised me not to answer that question. Let's just say enough.


The last CD I bought was:

That's easy (because I do it so rarely). Jill Scott's "Beautifully Human: Words And Sounds Vol. 2" That was the last time I felt the need to support an artist. Now I'm too broke to support an artist. I have to support myself. But artists, thanks for the soundtrack.


Song playing right now:

"Better And Better" by Lalah Hathaway. She's the oldest daughter of Donny Hathaway. A very upbeat, positive song. A huge contrast to the moody shit that dominates my iPod.


Five songs I listen to a lot or mean a lot to me, in no particular order:

That's tough. Most songs mean a lot to me (except hip-hop songs--they really don't mean shit to anyone. They're either good or they are not):

John Legend - "Ordinary People": One of the best songs about relationships written in the last five years.

Lewis Taylor - "Waves": The greatest song ever written (that I've heard) about the agony of getting over someone.

Aimee Mann - "Wise Up"/"You Do": I have to list them together because they both reminders that nothing is going to change unless you change it.

Queens of the Stone Age - "Go With The Flow": I dare you to drive to this song and not speed. Go ahead. I hope you're got a radar in your car.

Tiombe Lockhart - "G.P. (Growing Pains)": i don't know what it is. Could be her voice. Could be the words. But since 11:00 PM last night this song has really stuck with me.


Who I am tagging and why?

Tara & Tia because I'm interested to see their five songs.

Now only if they read my blog...

Sith Happens (spoilers)

Comments on Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge of the Sith:

• Episode III was far and away the best of the prequels. But after watching it, you left feeling that Episodes I and II could have been left off. It's as if Lucas trapped himself by saying that A New Hope was Episode IV. Episode I & II's important parts could have been reduced to a best of highlights clip.
• I found the story of Obi-Wan more compelling than the story of Anakin. To see him start out as a padawan and become a kick-ass Jedi, whipping General Grievious and "the chosen one" was great.
• The dialogue was awful but not as bad as the first two. The bigger problem was the lack of chemistry between Anakin and Padme. We're to believe that this was the great love that destroyed the Republic.
• And how dumb were the Republic? I guess about as dumb as our Senate and House of Representatives..MESSAGE!*
• Ewan McGregor was the only one who looked like he was having fun.
• The dialogue/script sounded as if the characters were reading from the novelization of the movie.
  
• The best part about seeing the movie was...the second time around I saw it, this with my brother, and down the row from us was a father with his two children, one of them being around 7-8. I whispered to my brother, "I can't wait to see that kid's face when we get to the end." Surer than shit, that little kid spent the last 20-30 minutes of the movie sitting on his father's lap, his face frozen with his mouth agape. The father sitting with his head resting on this palm like "I am not looking forward to this car ride home."

* Keenan Ivory Wayans from Don't Be a Menace...

The signs were there...

Remember "Steampipe Alley" with Mario Cantone in the 80s?

It always bugs me out that the flamboyant Mario Cantone was the host and it never occured to me that he was gay.

So today I was thinking about it then like a lighting bolt it hit me..

Steampipe. Alley.

Yo, he was trying to tell us. Even then.