glitter

Job hunt stuff:

• Laptop sent back via FedEx – dropped off via Miss Indigo Bike – and delivered.
• UI applied for.
• Severance signed for.
• Resume updated and sent out for review.

To do:

• LinkedIn (ungh)
• Following specific job leads.

So I haven't been completely slacking this week. I've also run out of minor house chores like squeaky hinges.

If it weren't for the tax laws governing 401(k)s, I might be able to retire, like, soon. It's an unsavory irony.

I tried to go to the dyke biker (not necessarily Dykes On Bikes) meetup yesterday, only to find that it's been halted for the fall & winter. There was, however, one trans lady biker, and we chatted while she rolled a joint for chronic pain with some impressive paraphernalia that I'd never seen before. Just another evening in Seattle, two stops up the bus line.

I went from nothing worthy of note happening a couple of days ago to being too busy to write an entry. Finally I have some time. In brief: all the fun squeezed into one weekend.

Thursday night: drinks with the latex folks, where in Madame Zoey gave me tips about how to have fun at the annual Vancouver Fetish Weekend in the summer. Thence to Time Warp, the video arcade bar lovingly decorated in a sci-fi theme, to wish a happy birthday to A-the-Mercury-regular and check out the DJing of her German joyfriend. (It was gawth, natch.) Time Warm sells instant ramen, complete with hot water. I got the last available cup, which happened to be vegan and Korean. A, who actually is vegan, was delighted to learn that vegan instant ramen exists. Success!

Friday night: cheap eats with the Tickler followed by the B-52s and DEVO. TL;DR: they reminded me why I fell in love with Nu-wave forty-mumble years ago. It was hugely entertaining to see B-52s fans (over-the-top glammed up women, people in lobster onesies) and the DEVO fans (often black, with so many energy domes).

The ladies whose singing powered the B-52s, Cindy Wilson and Kate Pierson, have withstood the ravages of time remarkably well. Less so speak-singer Fred Schneider, but wevs.

And apparently being slow-burn angry, self-aware, punk wise guys like DEVO also keeps you young. The Tickler in particular was upset that they played "Mongoloid"; that was one blemish in what was otherwise a terrific show. They played three songs that I'd never heard before.

I think I now have to buy DEVO's Something for Everybody as well as the B-52s' Cosmic Thing. I already have earlier DEVO, but no B-52s, because I basically memorized their first two albums while driving to Seattle from Florida. The B-52s have produced a great many irresistable ear worms, but DEVO makes me bounce off the walls like no other band.

Came home, crashed, had dairy-free breakfast in bed, then lunch at Made In House. I've ridden my bike, and will hit a Burner-flavored thing tonight. All. The. Things.