|The night they took down Beasttube
||[Dec. 9th, 2007|01:53 am]
|||||Sonic Youth - Goo, Deee-Lite - World Clique||]|
Oh man, today was kind of a crappy one.
I get up at around 11 to answer a call from B. B is in the D family. The Ds are friends of my family, going back to when my father and B went to elementary school together. Such is life in Etna. I have known the D family since I was about 8, and I have never felt very comfortable around them. This is especially true now, because now that the D kids and I are all grown up, our social and political disagreements have come into full form. Only they don't know that, and I am very literally terrified at the prospect of them finding out. Literally, I lie to them whenever I see them (which I try to keep to a minimum), because I don't even want to think about what would happen if they discovered I'm a vegan, straight-edge, queer positive, politically correct, anarchist, etc. The whole D family came into town to watch their son and daughter (both Chico State students) sing in the choir.It's the next morning since, and they want to go out to breakfast. They always go to the Italian Cottage, which has nothing vegan on the menu.I'm sacrificing my diet out of fear of being discovered by conservative friends of the family. This is a great way to start a day.
I get pancakes, which are the most vegan thing on the menu. They are pancakes, however, so I feel pretty good and sick.
I go back to Brannon and Yun Jin's place, where I spent the night last night. Brannon and I go to the comic book store where I spend way more money that I should have. I go home, use my last bit of toilet paper to finish off a big pancake poo, and take a nap.
When I wake up, I go to run some errands, which take way less time than I anticipate, and leave me quite glad I brought something to read while waiting to go see Savage in Limbo, a play put on by some students that have started their own makeshift theater company.
You know what? Fuck it. I'm down with the theater dorks. They are a far cry from the coolest kids on the block, but at least they are in some way getting involved in something creative and constructive. Most Chico State students look at their stay here as a four to seven year vacation in a place that has no sort of culture that they need to be involved in. There's so much to Chico outside the party culture and the bar culture, but since it's not right under your nose like it is in Walnut Creek or wherever these shitbrick students come from, they tend to ignore it. The theater dorks aren't a whole lot better, but they are at least doing the theater run because it's something they're genuinely interested in being involved in on a communal level. You don't get that from many Chico kids.
So I call Brannon and coax him into coming to the show as well. I kind of liked it. He didn't. I think my standards are set lower than his.
We walk around downtown. Kick it at the Naked Lounge. Talk about getting food. We go to his car. Talk about getting food. Cruz around and decide to grab a pizza from Monstro's. There's a show at Monstro's, and I don't want to hang out with the pirate punx crew, so we go to his house. There he almost falls asleep. We talk about ordering a pizza from Woodstock's. We talk about ordering a pizza to pick up from Monstro's. Brannon worked at a pizza joint for a while, and he claims pizza joints really dislike complicated phone orders.Since that's what we're getting (he wants half with cheese, I want have vegan) we decide to go to Monstro's in person. I try one last attempt to go to Woodstock's instead, but Brannon wants to get more pizza for less, which would mean Monstro's. We spend close to an hour (or what seems like it) hanging out with all the pirate punx waiting for them to cook the damn pizza. I can't stand that whole scene. Last night, Jason and I were shooting footage for the Party CD release show on Sunday (which is today) and we had to shoot some at the Crux, which made us have to put up with the same bunch of kids at the erotic art show. I spent way more time this weekend than I wanted to, trying to avoid conversations with a bunch of by-the-book lameos standing around congratulating each other on how punk they are. Brannon made the comparison that the Erotic Art Show is for the Women's Center crew what Halloween is for the rest of Chico: free range to wear something you wouldn't be caught dead in on another night. And I mean, you can wear whatever you want, I don't care. However, you can't put on a teddy for one night and expect me to be proud of you. I don't think you're doing anything inspiring or progressive or original. Your body doesn't interest me and neither does your art. Why don't you quit trying so goddamned hard and just say what's really on your mind, y'know?
And to try and bring it back to the show at Monstro's, you're not better than anyone else because you joined some special punk fraternity and now you're part of the show booking process at a pizza joint. I lived in a show house for two years, and for the most part did what I could to support the scene, but I tried my best not to get a big head about it. So you care about the scene in Chico and you make shows happen. Great, but drop the unwarranted sense of self importance and admit that living vicariously through your circle of friends is a fucking pathetic thing to do.Especially since in the real world no one gives a shit if you kick it with Sean the Pawn or whoever.
Also, I ran into Spencer at the show,and it was nothing if not awkward.
So we finally get our pizza, and I take it home and take a large slice and put it onto a plate. In the terribly complex process of simultaneously balancing a plate with pizza on it and sitting down, I dump the pizza face down onto my lap. The slice then proceeds to slide off my lap, and face down onto the floor. And that's when I realize that today was kind of crappy.
Also, I pooped again during the coarse of writing this, and midway remembered I was out of toilet paper, and I had to dig a used napkin out of the trash to wipe my butt.