I’m a fan of Mad Men. The third season ended a few weeks ago, but I tape (that’s right. VHS) the show and watch it when I run.
I watched the last episode a couple of days ago.
First off, it was flipping amazing. I am happy with everything that happened. And, Joanie came back! I couldn’t have been happier.
So, after watching the show, I began to reflect on how every character on the show behaves. Their mannerisms, and such. Then Daphne Paige (my dog) interrupted my reflection by nosing my hand on top of her head. Apparently, I hadn’t met my pet quota for the day.
I began to think how alike Joanie and Daphne are.
Really.
Joanie keeps the office together. She talks folks down when they need calming, and keeps the office running at top speed. She’s very friendly – if you don’t cross her.
Daph is all perky and helpful, too. She’ll show you where things are, and be very pleasant. But, if you cross her, or touch her wrong, she’ll hit your hand with her nose to let you know what’s up.
Annnnnd my mother’s dog, Maggie, is totally Betty Draper. Betty is a bit cold, but she has her loving moments, and occasionally shows her soft side. She is very quiet, and not sure of herself, too.
Little miss Mag is very prim and proper. She always crosses her paws when she lays down, and is a very dainty. When she plays, she will only run down the hall to nose the toy you threw and will then sit and stare at you. Also, don’t sit on her chair. If you do, she’ll run to the back bedroom to be alone and recoup from your unwanted touches.
Yeah. I realize this post is pointless, but that’s a-OK with me.
You know why?
Because I love Mad Men and I love dogs.
There.
Yeah. It’s Tuesday night, but I still want to tell you about my weekend of hilarity and faility. That’s right.
FAILity.
On Friday evening, I went to a show at the Eighth Street Taproom. The show was great. I mean, all three bands (well, the two I saw) are excellent.
The crowd was not lovely, though. A group of squeaky females and gruff, hipster dudes crowded my bench space bubble.
Not shocking or horrible I know, but damn. I wanted my spaaaaaaccce. And I was tired.
And grouchy.
And…
getting sick…
But, I did not know that at that point and time.
I was planning on going to the Rob Zombie show on Sat. I missed the show I was supposed to attend the Friday before, and missed a few shows during the last week so I thought, what the heck. It’ll be fun.
No, Abbie. No fun for you.
The Zombie show sold out.
Damn.
So, alternate Sat. plans kick into play.
I headed down to Lawrence early in the day so I could get some tasty Mad Greek food.
On the way to the restaurant, I saw something amazing.
I saw a drunken blue shirt (translation: KU sports fan) run into the middle of the street and grab on to moving cars. Then, a large group of blue shirts joined him.
Seriously.
They were all smiles and laughs until a cop approached the initial offender and wrote him a ticket.
Ha ha.
At the Greek, TWO groups. TWO…wiggled in front of me to place their names on the list. Rude. Rude. Rude. I let them know as much, and they all looked shocked and sorry.
Manners, people.
Then, highlight! A lady blue shirt told me I had an awesome sense of fashion. Now, I don’t think that at all, but hey, I’ll take any compliment I get these days.
Later that evening, I attended a superhero costume party. Now, I don’t have a lot of costumes, so I had to improvise and be all creative.
What superhero did I go as?
I went as…
The Skank Strangler
I had really tall socks and stockings on that evening, so I told everyone that I stalked and strangled skanks with my super scary socks.
Surprisingly, it was a hit.
Then comes Sunday morning…
I had a scratchy throat and stuffy nose. I tried to blame it on the bonfire from the night before, but when Monday morning came, it was obvious…
I was sick!!!
Bah. And this time, it’s not little kid sick. It’s, like, 102 fever sick. Annnd I’m still sick today. I hope this clears up by Wednesday or Thursday. I really don’t want to go to the dr. and have to wear one of those mask thingys.
In Lawrence, Kan.? Yes, please.
I’ve been driving to a lot of places lately.
Yup. I’m a busy girl. I’ve got a lot of things to do and see.
When I drive to these places, I listen to music. I make monthly playlists, so I typically hear the same song over and over.
After hearing a song a few times, I begin to wonder what the artist was thinking when he/she wrote the song.
Example:
The other day I was listening to Nine Inch Nails’ “Please.”
During the end of the song’s chorus, Trent Reznor begins to repeat the line, “Never be enough to fill me up.”
I got to thinking, “Hey. What was this guy thinking when he wrote this lyric?”
I came to the conclusion that he MUST have been talking about a dinner dish that was brought to him. He was totally starving because he missed lunch that day. He was sooo excited to get his pasta and then…
such a small portion.
That’s right. It will never be enough to fill him up.
I will now continue to listen to Them Crooked Vulture’s album and think about Hot Chip’s new power ballad-like song.
Love or hate?
Hmmm…
Creepy, pretty girls who can sing and dance? Mmmmm…
My week of sorrow ended on a massively sad note.
I was denied entry to AFI.
On Thursday, I found out that I got to cover the show. I was all yea! and woohoo! and F yes, I get to save some cash!
So, cut to Friday…
I approached the list men at the venue.
I was very nice and chipper because there is nothing worse than a reporter who’s all like “Bow DOWN! I am on the list. Kiss my feet, and my pen of gooolddd.”
So, yeah. I’m ultra nice.
The nice men couldn’t find my name, and asked me to wait until Snicker Rut returned (I totally changed the guy’s name. I bet you couldn’t tell).
When Snicker Rut returned, he said I wasn’t on the list either.
Me” “Oh. Ok. Well, let me call my editor to see what’s up.”
Him: “Or you could just buy a ticket because that wouldn’t take as long”
Me: *Hmmmm. That wasn’t very nice…*
So, I brushed that off, got some advice and asked a few more questions…
Me: “I was told to tell you to try blank’s list, or to get blank.”
Him: “Sorry. This is it.”
Me: “Ok. Well, could they have put it under my editor’s name? Just curious. I know it won’t help.”
Him: “Doesn’t matter. You aren’t getting in.”
*I have now been pushed to limit of patience. I like a shred of respect, at least*
Me: “Ok, man. Geeze. I’m just doing my job.”
So, I left in an angered, and I mean ANGERED fury. I didn’t even buy tickets. I wanted to, but I was so damn mad about being accused of trying to sneak in I just didn’t care.
Anyhow, come to find out an hour later, I was, in fact, on the list. The door dude messed up.
Aweeessssommmmee.
Anyhow. I’m now trying to figure out how I can get more respect from others. I think because I’m naturally quiet, nice, and look relatively young a lot of folks just don’t respect me.
So, what do I do?
I’ve tried the nice route, and that hasn’t done a lot for me.
I really don’t want to try the bitchy route because, well, that’s just stupid.
If I do become a bitch, I could change the name of this blog to Bitch’s Blabs, though.
That would be pretty hilarious.
The title of this post is a bit inaccurate. I know. I am a reporter and I’m not supposed to lie, but I have to get you to click on my damn blog somehow, right?
I am calling this my week of sorrow and horror because of the events I have attended, and will be attending this weekend.
We all know last Saturday was Halloween. I finally thought of a free (as in I owned everything I wore) costume. I decided to be…
Frankenhooker!!
Abbie the Frankenhooker and dead girl Katy with a special appearance by nerdy boy #2 in the background @ the Spook Lights/Black Christmas show.
I’m super hot when dressed as a dead, pieced together girl. The hilarious thing about this costume was that I was more clothed than most girls I saw out and about, and I was portraying a hooker.
Ba-ha.
This is the original Frankenhooker. As you can see, I went as the PG-13 (and smaller chested) version.
The other sorrow-ish event I attended this week was Emilie Autumn’s show at the Granada in Lawrence. What could be more depressing than a stage full of hot ladies acting out a vaudeville performance while dancing to Victorian/industrial music in burlesque attire?
OK. I know that none of that sounds sorrow-y. I suppose you’ll have to wait till my PopWreckoning review goes live to find out about the misery laden show.
The next event is tomorrow. Yes. I’m going to A.F.I. Go ahead, point your fingers and laugh. I know. The band is terribly cheesy, but I’ve loved the band’s brand of cheese since I was a teenager, so give me a break.
So there you have it. My week of sorrow and horror.
Tune in next week where you can watch me decide what shows to go to over the next few weeks:
Why? on Nov. 10
Zechs Marquise on Nov. 13
Rob Zombie on Nov. 14
Netherfriends on Nov. 16
The Grooms on Nov. 17
Lover on Nov. 19
The Cranberries on Nov. 29
Why must I be plagued with decision making!!
Oh, the horror…
Over the weekend, I did some Halloween prepping. I got a pumpkin to carve, and watched some terrible horror films.
OK. I watch terrible horror films every weekend, but I hardly ever carve anything…promise.
A beer on top of a bible at a Halloween party. Yup. That beer owner is burning in hell right about now.
The first movie (which is the best-est b-movie I’ve seen in a while), was Drag Me To Hell. Gypsy curses on buttons, anvils falling on heads, eyes popping out of heads, and random things being flung into a helpless girl’s mouth (hey, get your minds out of the gutter)…It can’t get any better.
The second movie was Street Trash. It’s about a bunch of bums who buy a liquor called Viper. Instead of getting drunk when they’ve consumed the liquor, the bums start to melt into piles of neon goo (I think that’s what happens to kids who drink too much at Neon, too).
The movie also has a few other odd highlights:
- Cantonese hookers (this was the actual scene name on the “Scene selection” page. Yeah) attacking bums.
- Necrophilia (with a terribly un-real, mannequin-esque body).
- Bums playing keep away with a guy’s penis that’s cut of by a man having a war flashback.
That’s right. I’m recommending this movie…
because it’s hilarious.
So, I’m still trying to decide what to be for Halloween. I seriously have no idea. I have no cash, and no desire to show a lot of t*t-age.
I’m at a loss.
Help a girl out, and get in the Halloween spirit, folks.
I only have four and a half months left in my apartment.
FOUR AND A HALF MONTHS, guys.
I’m pretty happy about that.
In the meantime, I’m looking for a new place to live. I really don’t care what it looks like or how small it is; all I know is that it must be super, super cheap. I must save cashes to have a personal life and buy food to maintain a healthy weight.
Seriously. Tomato soup, cereal and rolls are not cutting it anymore.
Although my personal life has been less than stellar lately because of my busyness and lack of moneyness, I have managed to go to a few shows over the last couple of weeks.
Angel Spit and KMFDM at the Beaumont, The Good Foot at the Riot Room, and Blitzen Trapper at the Jackpot.
Here are the highlights of each outing:
I got to watch girls in incredibly high platforms-heels teeter and totter while trying to dance to the electro, darkwave beats. Also, it was to hear a band that does electronic music that’s out of the norm. No gritty, indie base, weird bubbly sound effects or songs about dancing or mopeds here, kids.
I learned that the members of KMFDM know how to say the band’s name multiple times during a performance. Oh, I also learned that KMFDM is a drug against war. It’s true. They said so. I say we drop them in a war zone and see what happens.
Soul music has a nice “footing” (haha) in KC. But really. Julia Haile’s voice is superb and the band is grand (and dapper, too). The band kept the crowd dancing through both of its sets. The Good Foot has a few shows coming up, so be sure to check them out.
Dear goodness, I can’t help it. I love these guys. I typically hate folk music, too. Blitzen does a nice job of adding in indie, rock, and electronic elements to the music, though (the music is epic and cheesy at times, but very well written). The band was amazing live. All harmonies seemed to be in perfect unison and pitch. The band sounded like perfection on a stick.
In other music news, my father sent me an e-mail today with a link.
The e-mail stated:
“Take a listen to grandpa’s new single. His warbling is beautiful.”
The link sent me to Bob Dylan’s Christmas album.
Now that’s some folk music I don’t like.
Yikes.
So, a few months ago or so, I gave you all a list of shows you should attend.
Guess what?
I’m totally doing that again!
Here is my rock-tober (I’m sooo original) show list:
Well, this one is going on as we speak, and it’s sold out so good luck getting in. Anyhow, it’s Girl Talk. I don’t like girls or talking (or dancing), but I still think it would be a fun show to catch.
Next up is Moby outside the Beaumont (back yard) on October 2. Sweet DJ beats for your feets.
Come enjoy this local fashion/music extravaganza at the Replay on October 3. Admire local fashions on models that are totally zombiefied. It’ll be a drop dead (haha) fun night for all.
As some of you may know, I have a deep love for all things cheesy, dark, and tragic. So, that’s why I hope to attend KMFDM and Angel Spit on October 7 at the Beaumont.
Next up is the Entrance Band at the Jackpot on October 9. I’m totally looking forward to this psychedelic explosion.
I will be moving (slightly) for sure at the Ghostland Observatory show at the Crossroads on October 16. That’s saying a lot, guys, because I don’t dance (or sway). Ever.
Another show I will NOT miss is Blitzen Trapper at the Jackpot on October 18. I heart these guys hard.
Annd, if I had the cash, I’d totally go see Gogol Bordello again (for the fourth time). These guys are great and amazing. They’ll be at Liberty Hall on October 24.
Also, note the Halloweenie Roast I wrote about yesterday.
Yes, yes. There will be more. I’ll try to add them up here every once and awhile.
Hope this holds your interest for now. Until then, I’ll be writing about organic produce and all sorts of other things.
