"It's deep how you can be so shallowAnd I'm afraid because I have no fear" -- Gnarls Barkley, "Who Cares?"
After Ice, Tee Shirts and Visors, PizzaSo after all this business with the Iceman, I try to do some translation work -- which was partially accomplished, but partially too depressing on a Saturday to think about. I went to my "office," which is really just a glorified desk with a computer next to it. It's like
Office Space, only it's filled with grad students during the year...a sea of gray prefab deskies or cubicles if you prefer. I find the weekends in this place to be the most soul-sucking of all, mostly because it's deserted and flourescently lit. During the summer, however, that's the case everyday. Somehow, it's a magnified soul-killing experience when you feel like singing "everybody's workin for the weekend" when it's really just a solo mission regarding the German that I can't quite read. Anyway, to get back to the story, I eventually do some work after the coffee and Blur situation. S. calls me and we go have some lunch and talk about lots of stuff, which was great, reversing the flaky feelings I'd had earlier. The day ends in madcap adventures at the artstore involving crazy checkered print visors, dinosaurs, and iron-on gear to make Morrissey tee shirts. It was lots of fun, but I also felt more than a little bit unhinged in the store. When we got back to S's, we watched a couple of episodes of
My So-Called Life, including one of my personal favorites about a zit. Teen angst at its finest. 90s fashion and music! Hell, they used Enigma's "Return to Innocence" in that episode, if that doesn't speak of the time, I don't know what does. Anyone remember that video? The evening was capped off with pizza and making tee shirts. All I can say is: They shall think themselves accursed they were not here! What a day-day!
