Lord Andrei's Blog

Well, it was bound to happen. One of those rare rainy days in Sothern California hits on a bus morning. FURRY PEOPLE HATE WET! It was also one of those mornings where the bus came up behind me about a 50 ft. sprint before the stop. The bus driver made eye contact thru side view mirror with me and yet still started to pull away. I did the big city knocking on the window because at that point the traffic signal decided to change in my favour.

The doors shished open with a gasp of compressed air and she sat there smiling wryly at me like some ancient nemisis.

*looks at last sentance* Okay…no more Harry Potter just before bed. Descriptions are getting too silly. Or perhaps it’s just the morning dose of the Red Hot Chili Peppers 😀

Everyday is a learning experience. -GT

Every act is a magickal act. -AC

Life is just this…it’s living. – Spike

WEEOAOOWOWAO – Ben Franklin while kite flying.

And despite last nights personal entry…here I am at the back of the bus. I am happy, it has actually gotten cold enough in L.A. that I can wear my favourite sweater. It’s now pretty much my only sweater as I’ve unfortunately outgrown my others and don’t really have alot of call for sweaters. Maybe once I start skiing I’ll start getting newer sweaters.

My favourite sweater is one that was hand made for me. I watched it being made. It gave me such incredible respect for the art of knitting and the effort that one must go thru to make such an item.

Maybe, I’m a bit strange; but to me. I like to look at gifts as a representation of a slice of time. Relationships go thru changes and sometimes grow apart. I’ve never quite understood the concept of being a bad person because you have personal keepsakes of a past relationship. “Bob, why do you have pictures of your exs?!?!?” I recently found a picture of myself, Carrie, Trevor, and Erin from a Kiss concert we attended (in makeup) in State College, PA. To me, this picture is a slice of time that was wonderful in my life and it helps me remeber good things about good people.

I am glad that I only have one person left that I intentionally hold ill thoughts for. Granted, people that know me very well understand that I really have no plans of burying the hatchet with my birth mother.

This is all free form as usual…I guess I’m just in a happy mood as I ride into work a but late. I’m wishing the best for everyone I knew today and focussing on the good memories of them…No matter how they may have turned out after that.

A list of songs that reminds me of happy moments with specific people:
Love Shack – B-52s
Dance With Me – Orleans
One Night in Bangkok – Murray Head
God of Thunder – Kiss

“Love never goes away, it is tempered by experience; and blossoms differently each time. The trick is to recognize the lasting good that it does to your soul in the long run.

Well timed. The iTunes playlist just flipped over to “Teenage Enema Nurses in Bondage.” I’m not sure if I should Thank Adrian (Tonz) or just never forgive him 😉

Inspired by Shawn (Damn, if you’d asked me if I’d make that comment a week ago 😉 Who was in turn inspired by Ben and such by Dee….

Musicians that make me wish I had bamboo shoots shoved under my fingernails:

(A)qua. (B)ritny Spears. (C)aptain and Tennille. (D)r. Dre. (E)die Brickell. (F)atboy Slim. (G)oon Squad.
(H)ootie and the Blowfish.(I)ce ANYTHING except house. (J)im Naibors.(K)C and the Sunshine Band. (L)ee Ann Rimes.(M)illi Vanilli.(N)ew Kids on the Block.(O)livia Newton-John. (P)avarotti, Luciano. (Q)ueen Latifah. (R)ighteous Brothers. (S)eegar Bob, and his Bullets. (T)iffany.(U)2. (V)anilla Ice. (W)illiam Shatner.(X)ydeco.(Y)ello (Despite Oh, Yeah).(Z)appa (Any that isn’t Frank!).

This is part 2 of my stream of consciousness ride through the depths of L.A.

Much better tonight than last night. Last night was the hell ride. We had a driver that went tearing through the first 20% of the ride. If there was only one person at the stop you basically had to jump on in motion. By the time we’d gotten halfway, the driver had no clue as to where she was on the time schedule. About 1 1/2 miles from my stop she decided that she was now waaay ahead of schedule and had to make a five minute rest at every stop to prevent being early.

I got off and walked.

But tonight, things are back to *ho hum* normal. Riding busses for some reason stirs something in me. And it’s not nausia. Well, not usually. It lets me look at people. Real people. Weill, real city people. At least it’s not the selection of perfect people you get on TV.

I mean…I love Buffy as much as the next addict…I’m trying to get home by 8pm as it is. Last new episode of the first block before reruns…don’tya know….But let’s face it. We never had friends that looked like anyone on Buffy. Except maybe Jonathan and the other members of the doofus trio. (Read my lips Buffy fans…Little Bad…NOT the Big Bad. My money is still on Willow)

Hell, Willow was the closest to people I wnated to hang out with in School and she is still just too damned pretty to be real. And to all those out there that I care about, have dated, and the like. I’m not selling anyone short here. Because I don’t go for looks alone, character emphasises looks a hundred fold.

This still sounds really bad. I think what I’m going for here is that the folks that look really pretty on TV are typically kinda blank inside….and this reduces their potential realness that makes someone really attractive.

But I waaaay digress. Then there are the people on the bus. Compared to the people I care about…most of these people are down rught scary. Granted, I’m probably a) Over generalizing and over stereotyping….and b) just as scary to them >:-)

My eyes droop for a momentart extended blink. I love when this happens. My brain dances the fine line between conscious and sub-conscious and sometimes un-conscious. Free-assoociation reigns and I have fun correspondances tha my brain puts together. Granted…as I climb the ladder back up to conciousness (often sudden) I lose most of what my brain has devised. :-b

Sunset Blvd and part three will be next….