all these things that i've done

first off, r.i.p. hilly kristal, founder of cbgb. man, what is it with so many rock music luminaries dying these days? they say it happens in threes, and that's true here (tony wilson, lee hazlewood, and now hilly), so hopefully there won't be any more music-legend deaths anytime soon. in these days of shitty music, we need all the true geniuses we can get.

so the toronto international film festival full schedule is online now, and tragedy! i don't think i'll be able to see either showing of control. :( i'm working late friday night, and saturday morning is when my father's coming to town (and i somehow doubt he'd want to replace our original plans to visit the ontario science centre with seeing a joy division movie instead). i know i need the work shift for the money - not to mention the money i'd save by not attending - but...damn it. i guess it'll just be all the better when it comes out in regular distribution, and fellow ian curtis-lover jenna and i can see it together out west. (fingers crossed it's out by my birthday on october 9th, i need something to do now that the cure concert's off...why yes, i am still bitter. just a bit.)

via idolator: jezebel ponders the possible sti status of amy winehouse. now that's something that doesn't bear too much deep thought over, let alone close-up photos of her crotch region. errr....nsfw. (the rest of her american dates are off, too. the new sid and nancy? perhaps! the sun's having a field day regardless)

rhino gives us the brit box! i'm still hankering after the gothic box but i can't buy anything that i can't take with me to vancouver. sighhhh.

speaking of the almighty goth, pink is the new blog passes on the link to the new york times' fashion tribute to siouxsie sioux. wicked style!

oh yeah, and here's my review of the projekt revolution show. i think it's kind of clear which band i primarily went to see. (cough placebo cough) more writing coming down the pipeline, too; just polished off a horrors feature article for the chartattack website, and am currently working on a news article about the donnas and their upcoming album. (also, i have a possible phoner that may happen next week, but i'm not saying with whom because i don't want to jinx it. trust me -- if i bag this interview, i may possibly have four consecutive heart attacks. it'd be that huge for me.)

newsflash: starbucks drinks are kind of gross. seriously, one of the bonuses to working there is getting to make your own drink concoctions for free, all the time. (and you can usually come up with something at least a bit healthier than a "liquid cheeseburger" -- though that says nothing about the night when i blended a chocolate chunk cookie) the fall/winter drinks are always better anyway.

now, the lesson of the day: running away from home is hard work.

i don't like selling stuff. not because i don't want to part with my belongings - though i keep staring sadly at my beautiful turntable - but because it seems like such a hassle to put everything up for sale online, field queries and questions to which i might not even know the answer, set up pickup times in between my work shifts, deal with the possibility that people won't want their chosen item after they see it in person...hell, even having prospective buyers - ones that i don't know personally, that is - come to my apartment totally weirds me out.

i mean, it's not like i'm not going to get rid of everything - my failsafe is my buddy ryan coming on saturday the 22nd with his car to help me take stuff to the dump, and also the pawn shops or donation dropoffs if need be - but this is probably the most overwhelming part of my move, especially since i'm undertaking it by myself. one of those things that just has to be done, i guess. (theoretically, i could just shove everything out on the curb or else donate everything, but i want to at least make enough money to pay off my new laptop)

i'm also not comfortable hocking my things in person, although i've managed to swallow that bit of self-consciousness and make a number of trips to sell off various books, cds, dvds and electronics. of course what i got for them was a pittance, but again, at least it's something.

to get my mind off of these monumental tasks (read: procrastination 101), i've been wasting a lot of time with my computer on my lap, and here is something i've noted that's slightly surprising: although the majority of my readership is based in toronto (obviously), i have a number of regular readers in california. well, about half a dozen anyway, and that's still enough to ping my radar, which is amusing. i swear, installing that stats tracker was one of the better decisions i made, although i had to get over my paranoia to do so. (i've been gaining a few more regulars out in british columbia lately, which kind of hits the paranoia spot, but whatevs. hellooooo, richmond!)

on that topic, it's still entirely a curiousity to me why i have regular readers that are people i've never met. it's kind of like when people tell me i should write a book; i can't really understand why anybody would take a vested interest in my life if they didn't already know me personally. okay, i can see that my life is pretty far removed from the everyday ordinary, and i've had a lot of surreal things happen in my almost twenty-four years (life's been pretty boring as of late, though; i think i used up all my alternate-universe karma being on tour with a band)...so yeah, there's book fodder to be sure. but i just have a hard time seeing it as being interesting to anybody who isn't a friend of mine.

but when it comes to this blog, i do get the voyeurism of it all, and it kind of makes me wish i could write more about my personal life in here without feeling paranoid or completely vain. seriously, you guys should hear about the things i don't write about...

p.s. redemption klothing has lip service's holiday 2007 catalogue online and i have been drooling over my keyboard for days. holy fucking shit look at that stuff

[ music | love and rockets, "it could be sunshine" ]