Meow House Theatre

Also, everyone in South Dakota drives like a 90-year-old man. I have never passed so many people on the right in my entire life.

So I’m here in this kind of shitty hotel down in the lobby so they can clean my room. Normally I wouldn’t really care if they cleaned my room but the rest of the hotel is so kind of C+ that I want my damn room cleaned. Unfortunately they have nothing to eat here except junk and the coffee isn’t too great either. And the only place to sit that has tables is outside the smoking room. I guess it’s too cold outside to just send everyone out there so there’s an entire room devoted to …smoking. Well okay then. Actually they call it the “casino” but who are they kidding. Nobody’s going in there to gamble.

When I first checked in, I walked into the room and there were no sheets or blankets on the beds. I mean, none. I thought maybe this was the latest thing in hotel technology for a second but then decided that someone fucked up. So I called downstairs and said, “There are no sheets or blankets on the beds.”

“Oh … do you want some?”

NO I want to experience what it’s like in a Chinese prison for only $85/night. Sure, I’d love to have no sheets. Take the beds away too and give me some maggot-infested food while we’re getting down and real with it.

So instead of dressing the bed, they moved me to a different room. In which the lights didn’t work at the entry. I had to go back down to the lobby anyway so told the desk and they sent up the maintenance guy who then told me the cover was off the light too. He had to go find one.

And the shower doesn’t drain very well and the water is soft and it’s given me a bad hair day. That is all I need today of all days, bad fucking hair. I shouldn’t have washed it. I can go days without and it doesn’t get gross. Too late now.

Yes I *do* take showers, I just don’t wash my hair. I know that’s what you were thinking. Don’t deny it.

That’s all I got for now. Have to find a store of some kind where they’re not all crazy over idiotic Black Friday sales. I forgot stuff that I need and I’m starving.

I gave out a bunch of cards tonight but they have this URL rather than the relevant one. So if you’re looking for the photography site, it’s at:

http://www.meowhousemedia.com

This has been a public service announcement. Thanks so much. Okay bye.

Well I’m a-gonna be a total lazepot today and instead of writing something new, I will just copy/paste a bunch of my recent twitters. Yeah I’m all about the twitter these days.

There is a 140-character limit on tweets, so that’s why these are all short. But when you add them all up they make for a fascinating sociological study of just how much information you can disseminate in about 20 seconds of effort. They start from today and work backwards. I’ve removed the ones that people won’t understand without knowing the context that I don’t have time to explain here. Call this a “best of” tweet list.

That’s kind of sad actually. I am down to writing “best of” lists of forgettable 140-character posts on topics that no one cares about.

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Saw a pic this wkend of some girl I graduated HS with. Didn’t recognize her. She looked 55 at least. Thank you SPF15 and non-smoking.

I’d pay a quarter more for crappy takeout lunch for a decent knife & a fork that isn’t a flimsy piece of shit that breaks off into my food.

Who looks at past boyfriends/girlfriends and wonders WHAT THE BLAZIN’ FUCK WAS I THINKING?? Old BF’s latest nutty blog entry=crazytown.

[In response to a tweet about being added by random people]: I get those too-not sure how they’re finding me excpt I post my twitter all over the place-or, I am just way popular/witty XD

[In response to the previous “test” tweet] Fuck that didn’t work.

Test, want to make sure nobody else can see these

My UPS guy is a smokin’-hot baby-brother twin of Denzel Washington, AND he just brought me my new lens. Two happinesses in the same day! 12:58 PM Nov 21st from TweetDeck

Au Bon Pain: the fakest fucking “French” cafè on the entire planet. Chocolate croissant MY ASS. It’s cardboard with filling. 9:52 AM Nov 21st from TweetDeck

Model Karolina Kurkova has no belly buton-I’m more wondering about that thing she’s wearing-is it a horse saddle? http://tinyurl.com/6zq85c 8:08 PM Nov 20th from TweetDeck

nvm [I found it]. In other news, I just bought tickets to every Pogues show on the East Coast in March ‘09. Take THAT, nine inch nails! 3:52 PM Nov 20th from TweetDeck

What happened to my tweet? 3:51 PM Nov 20th from TweetDeck

Boston Craigslist: artist looking for men to drink copious amounts of water and then pee, while lying on ground. Water down, water up. 3:49 PM Nov 20th from TweetDeck

In line for lunch, someone reeks of cigarette smoke. it’s disgusting. I recommend an ammonia bath, that would be a preferable scent 12:59 PM Nov 20th from twitterrific

Just read blog of some nutter-claims to get 2nd-hand drunk–if she’s not drinking but is around people who are, she “gets drunk.” PSYCHO. 10:59 AM Nov 20th from TweetDeck

I’ve bought a new lens: Tokina 11-16mm ultra-wide-angle. Been on waiting list for months. Who needs money when you have Amex? 12:21 PM Nov 19th from TweetDeck

Recent nightmare: got guestlist for a band-forgot and so bought unneeded ticket-arrived late and everyone was gone. It was horrible. 11:37 AM Nov 19th from TweetDeck

Today is the kind of day when if I were the thieving kind I’d clean out my boss’s bank accounts and move to Fiji. But I’m afraid of jail. 11:00 AM Nov 19th from TweetDeck

@gina0star Helium is a gateway drug!!! Back away from the whipits or your life will be RUINED!!!!!!!! XD 4:13 PM Nov 18th from TweetDeck in reply to gina0star

@azulaco in other breaking news, god is dead, the sky is blue, and that purple teletubbie is the really super-gay one. lolz 2:18 PM Nov 17th from twitterrific in reply to azulaco

Pea coats are the sexiest thing going. black or navy. PSA pretty much only Jules from Pulp Fiction can carry off the leather pea coat. 2:15 PM Nov 17th from twitterrific

Bush will be out of the WH in 63 days 23 hours 10 minutes 39 seconds. 38, 37, 36, etc. 12:49 PM Nov 17th from TweetDeck

My belly button is kinda bloody. don’t know why, isn’t pierced. I recall no BB incidents today. is this serious? sorry for the gross TMI 12:21 AM Nov 17th from twitterrific

@sdmart the Argentina version has that typo. not worth anything b/c they’re all like that. tell me UPC and catalog # , will see if valuable 12:17 AM Nov 17th from twitterrific in reply to sdmart

Am at yet another dunkin donuts off the highway, hoping no one breaks into my car while I’m inside. 6:07 PM Nov 16th from twitterrific

If I see one more of those dental floss things-those white hook-like things with the floss on them-on the STREET, used, I’m gonna puke. 4:15 PM Nov 14th from TweetDeck

That’s my new favorite text-only smiley.

o_O

It’s supposed to be someone tilting their head and squinting or raising an eyebrow. A way to express “what the fuck???” or, I suppose, “um what???” for those who don’t swear. I love it.

I have an inordinate fondness also for:

, , and .

I think o_O is sort of equivalent to but since it’s not always possible to use the html I’d need for , the o_O is a good substitute. And it’s so cute anyway.

In other news I am still deathly ill and yet here I am spreading my germs at work. Well truthfully I’m probably not contagious anymore but I’d still rather be home in bed.

That reminds me, I really want to buy whatever kind of beds the Hilton Garden Inn in Worcester, MA, puts in its rooms so if you know please let me know. You may be wondering why I just don’t ask the Hilton Garden Inn. Seems like that would be the easiest way to find out, right? Well I tried that and they were not very helpful. I was ready to plunk down my credit card for an entire bed after ONE NIGHT of sleeping in one and they were all “Um … maybe it’s a Sealy? It has a dial on the side? I think it’s a Sealy, yeah … ??” Maybe they thought I was some kind of bed weirdo considering I had to call them at 2:00 AM to come and fix the heat and bring me another blanket instead of just suffering until the morning, and were afraid that if they told me what kind of bed it really was I’d never leave the hotel.

o_O   o_O   o_O 

Well since my last post I have figured out how Twitter works and not only am I using it, I am twittering all day long.  Well you know, I work too.  It comes and goes, the times for twittering, I mean.  It’s good clean fun for short-attention-span people.

What was I saying?

Oh right, Twitter.  If you want to add me, feel free!  I’ll add you back unless you’re a weirdo or creepy, in which case I won’t.  Be prepared for random thoughts throughout the day, plus pictures of things that make me go HUH???

My twitter name is meowhouse–www.twitter.com/meowhouse.  I’ll be changing my default pic from the o_O sooner or later.  Those colors in that icon are a little too much reminding me of Martha Stewart.

If you have an iPhone, you can put Twinkle on it (tweets to/from people within your defined mileage range as determined by the phone’s GPS, available through the iPhone Apps store for free) or Twitterific (also free from the Apps Store), which is just the regular Twitter app.  You can also put TweetDeck on your computer, which is an Adobe Air application that breaks Twitter info down into smaller pieces.  Very helpful if you follow a lot of feeds.  I just added it today and it seems to have many interesting features, not all of which I’ve even looked at yet and it’s a bit easier to use than the regular twitter.com interface.

I can see you on my Web stats and was all what the hell, does everyone love my posts so much all of a sudden?  I mean more than usual because I am VERY popular.  Lulz.

But no it’s due to twitter-adding:

They all you people who are clicking through from Twitter because you’re all “who the hell is this person who just started following me??”  Sorry ’bout that, I somehow made Twitter go through my address book so everyone I’ve ever emailed for whatever got added.  Très embarrassing.  I then removed most of you but the deed was done.  Not that I possibly don’t love you but exchanging email doesn’t really make us know well each other enough for me to “follow” you.

Also I can’t figure out how Twitter actually works so if you know, please tell.  I must be doing something wrong because I don’t get anything anywhere.  **iz confuzed**

I went to a party this past Saturday at the home of the person I’m driving to Atlantic City with (more on that below) and ran into a whole bunch of people who I didn’t know but whom I had met before at some other random party, OR who I recognized from their icon on various Web sites.  While this particular community/group/neighborhood is particularly incestuous that way, it just shows once again you cannot hide on the Internet despite what people think.  They are wrong, so very wrong.

Interestingly, this relates to the person whose house this was at, who I’m driving to AC with.  A few months ago I saw a post on Livejournal about someone giving away free tickets to see Sheryl Crow as long as the person he gave them to made a charitable donation, on the honor system, of at least $25.  He wasn’t going to check, he just asked that people do it.  He had gotten the tickets through a charity thing and so wanted to pay it along.  I saw the post, thought that was a great idea, donated, got the ticket, and went to the concert.  This guy was there with this other girl and through conversation we discovered our mutual love of Nine Inch Nails.  Talked about them for a while, talked about Sheryl Crow, talked about a few other things, end of concert, nice to meet you bye have a nice life.

Fast-forward 2 months.  I’m online on the NIN Web site and I read a post.  Person doesn’t use her name, doesn’t use her own picture as an avatar, doesn’t mention Sheryl Crow or concerts or charities or Livejournal or almost anything else we discussed but she said two words (one of which was “Boston”) which made me immediately *know* it was that girl I had met at the concert.  So I PM’d her and said “Um you ARE that chick I met, right?”  And yes it was and so anyway we got to emailing and discovered we’re going to the same set of concerts and after I posted that I was wondering how people were getting to AC from Boston, she offered me a ride and invited me to this party last week where I saw all these other people who I know somehow from some random way that they never thought would have any relevance to anything.

Point is, you can NOT hide on the Internet.  Well I mean you can–I’ve done it–but you have to be really careful.  And very, very anonymous.  It’s incredibly easy to track anyone down or be recognized.

Which brings me to my next topic.  At this party, I was introduced to a guy who had a somewhat unusual first name and after talking for a minute, said “Oh, your name is _____?  Do you know [old boyfriend’s name] and didn’t you used to have a piano or cello or something you were trying to get rid of?”  And he did; I had met this guy at [old boyfriend’s] house about 4 or 5 years ago for about 10 minutes and remembered this conversation.   Funny but hella awkward; I haven’t seen or heard from [old boyfriend] in 4 years and have no desire to.  He’s one of those “Oh god what the HELL was I thinking???” experiences.  And once we break up, they’re dead to me.  I don’t want to be “friends.”  It’s over, here’s the shit you left at my house, goodbye, don’t call me.  So I had to say “Oh well say hi to X” to be polite but really I’m hoping this other guy developed Party Amnesia and doesn’t recall a thing about the entire night.

Anyhoo, don’t use your real name EVER and don’t say ANYTHING about ANYTHING if you don’t want people to remember you!

However, strangely enough (it would seem, after what I just said) I’ve recently started using my real name and actual picture for certain forums because it keeps me from saying anything I wouldn’t feel comfortable saying to someone’s grandma’s blue-haired bridge club.  There’s an anonymity in screen names and impersonal pictures.  Using my real name keeps me from doing anything embarrassing.  I delete a LOT of posts before actually posting them, once I think about how I have no idea who might see this and I probably shouldn’t say [whatever], now that I really think about it.  Using my real name keeps me much more professional in the places where it might count.

I keep my wild-abandon posts anonymous.  And believe me, since I know how easy it is to find someone, I am an expert on hiding myself.  Heh heh.

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Re Atlantic City:  I’m going to three NIN concerts this week.  Yep three.  I have years of catch-up to do.  AC on Thursday, then Manchester on Saturday and Worcester on Sunday.  Hope my ears survive.  Driving down with that friend from the Sheryl Crow concert and then I met some other people online who are giving me a ride back to Boston on Friday.  Should be photographing NIN on Sunday if all goes well.  I mean with a pass; I’ll be photographing for all three but only with my big camera on Sunday.  I plan to upload pics during the concert itself to Flickr and hopefully to an as-it-happens-updating slideshow via embedded Kyte Producer on meowhousemedia.com, using my incredibly gorgeous hot sexy new iPhone that I am going to marry if it should ever become legal.  That thing is better than 99% of the men I’ve ever met.  That’s probably a sad commentary on my social life.

Anyway, keep an eye out for pictures on Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday nights.  iPhone pics uploaded on site from the venue, plus P&S shots from during the show uploaded later.  Then the good “real” set from my Nikon will be up asap after Sunday.  Unless my pass is denied or they’re all pulled as they were for one show.  Hey Trent please don’t do that, unless you want to make it up by giving me one for Las Vegas.  All Access preferred, kthxbai.

I don’t know why I’m worrying about this but with my luck Something Awful Will Happen.