Hello. I'm monikered "Patrick". I like to listen and dance (although the opportunity to do so doesn't happen too much any more) to music. Hearing the Sex Pistols on Detroit radio one night at 1am (1978?) had a profound influence on my love of music. The first record I bought was "My Aim Is True". I just recently realized that the PIL song "Flowers of Romance" has subconsciously influenced the fact that I love "The Heritic of Ether" by Badawi. The best live show I've seen this year was performed by Outhud. I make music with my friend monikered "Trevor" under the title of Citywide Vacuum. We sometimes label our music "NewWaveDub". I will not type what some others have called it. I own more records by James Brown than any other artist. The last album I purchased was "Answers" by Ui. I like this website alot.
Thank You
― peepee (peepee), Saturday, 6 September 2003 02:24 (twenty-two years ago)
- You hurt yourself throwing some boxes at work. Off a platform into a dumpster. You are still sore. You don't get to take time off work but you get to see a physiotherapist twice a week and you have a bunch of exercises to do at home. But you're still sore all the time.
- You used to go to the 80s night at Connect Four on Telegraph Road but stopped for about five months when you and Amanda were going through some stuff and a few weeks ago Peter and you talked at work and asked if you wanted to check it out (he didn't know that you used to be almost a regular!) and you said sure and Peter and Samantha came to pick you up and his car doesn't have four doors so you have to crawl behind the passenger seat but once you get inside it's pretty comfortable, not cramped or anything, enough leg room. It was tense because Amanda and Samantha don't know each other. Their names sound a bit alike. Samantha was wearing a skirt that came to a bit above her knees and pantyhose. Amanda said something about how they had taken down all of the lights from over the bar and Peter asked when she was last here and she said that you and her came all the time. So, it was kind of weird because you had sort of pretended that you'd never been there before. And it turns out Peter and Samantha are almost regulars now! Not every week but pretty close. It's not like there was a lot of tension or anything, it was just kind of weird and not even that close to bad-weird. Everyone had a good time. But you just didn't feel like going back again. Maybe because it would be like you were horning in on their private thing, Peter and Samantha's private thing, which is similar, probably, to the private thing you and Amanda had and you don't think you would have wanted Peter and Samantha to have horned in when it was your private thing, and you kind of, um, I can't think of the word but you're, like, nostalgic or something about how you used to get dressed up every Friday and go out there and it was before your stuff with Amanda, the bad stuff, so it's kind of weird but not on-the-surface weird.
- Your three year old nephew drowned in your pool. (Not an inground pool, with concrete, one of those blue ones that are just plastic and rubber, I think, but they're big. A lot of people have those now! I think some of them actually have pumps and filters and stuff. I don't know anything about them.) You are too sad to dance, I guess. And angry because you think it's your fault.
- You got shot! In a robbery. You were being robbed. At your store. You are in a wheelchair, actually. You can't even fucking walk.
― d k (d k), Saturday, 6 September 2003 02:54 (twenty-two years ago)
I wonder what you're doing right now. Are you watching TV? Did you leave your house?
― d k (d k), Saturday, 6 September 2003 03:01 (twenty-two years ago)
Is there really a place called the Connect Four on Tel-leee-graf road?
― peepee (peepee), Saturday, 6 September 2003 14:23 (twenty-two years ago)
"It's certainly not the second", types Pat's wife.
― peepee (peepee), Saturday, 6 September 2003 14:38 (twenty-two years ago)