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I had a very eventful weekend. Friday, I went with Brian to go see Hank Williams III at St. Andrew's Hall. The opening band wasn't very good, and people threw a lot of beer at them. A lot. And this was expensive beer. Hank was very good, though. I'd only heard a few of his songs, mostly the ones Brian likes, which were about whiskey/and or drugs and also disliking the pop-country scene...which are most of his country songs. (He sung one about being broke, and Brian was like, "If you're Hank Williams' grandson, I don't think you've ever been broke a day in your life.") People still threw beer at him, but you could tell they were affectionately thrown. He did not stop when they did. However, he did stop playing when the Courage Crew came in and made a scene.
The Courage Crew is a straight-edge gang that apparently goes around and tries to make trouble with people who are drinking or smoking--these are not whiny punk kids who will break edge in two months, these are, like...ex-prison dudes. As far as I could tell. I could not see exactly what was going on, but there was a fight and Hank actually stopped playing and was like, "WTF?" But that only lasted for a second, and then he took off his cowboy hat and put on his black baseball cap and started playing hellbilly, which was much more punky. And then he let down his hair and took off his shirt and played some death metal. His chest was more impressive than his death metal, but I ended up not staying. My ears started to hurt :(
ANYWAY. Then on Saturday, I went to Ohio to hang out with Seth and see Crispin Glover do his thing at Oberlin. We were going to go on Friday at Cleveland, but I had the concert and Seth had an audition for his Medieval Drama class, so it was Saturday. (The unfortunate thing was that he was showing both "What Is It?" and "It is Fine! Everything is Fine!" on Friday, but only the second one on Saturday...I want to see "What Is It?" again, but maybe that will happen in the next few years.)
I had never been to Oberlin. It is a private college, and it is extremely white and liberal and artsy, and the school newspaper was fascinating. There was an article about students having a sleep-out to end coal power (there was a little energy display in the hall we hung out in that was a light-up display of which dorms were using how much energy--red for a lot, yellow for some, and green for not much, and that was actually pretty cool), and a very long editorial by a Visiting Spanish Professor about hegemony and pluralism that completely went over my head, and a fashion interview with a very gay boy who talked about wanting to be an Orange County housewife and how all the queers on campus were badly-dressed and how everyone on campus was a rich kid with a guilt complex. And several tiny articles about Crispin, most of which were along the lines of "He's soooo crazy lolololol." Really, I would expect an artsy place like that to be less judgy, but whatever. They also had a neat interview which I sort of want to scan and post somewhere, especially because the last line is fantastic. Crispin is like, "If a director of a movie I'm in doesn't want to go in a direction I find artistically satisfying with my character...I console myself with the money I'm making."
( It Is Fine! Everything Is Fine! )
On the way back, Seth and I stopped at a rest stop for a late-night snack. We were on the Ohio Turnpike, and it's a toll road so it has these rest stops with fast food and gift shops and gas and stuff every 20-50 miles so you don't have to get off and pay a toll just to fuel up or eat. And that's when we met Jules. Jules is a kitty, and he was hanging out in the parking lot. We were just about to leave, and Seth was like, "OMG, it's a kitty!" So I watched him go up to the cat. And the cat was like, "Rar." But he did not run away, and after just a few seconds he came up to Seth and let Seth pet him. So Seth brought him into the vestibule and petted him while I looked for someone who might know what to do. The only person there was a lady at the Burger King, who was like, "Yeah, people come here and dump pets all the time. I'd take him, but I have ten cats of my own already." (I saluted her.) So Seth wrapped him in a blanket I had in the car, and snuggled him all the way back to his house.
We ended up naming him Jules because Seth was like, "He needs a Crispin name. Bartleby, or Jules?" And I decided Jules, from "Fast Sofa." Because we met him at a rest stop. And OMG, he was just the sweetest kitty. He didn't fuss when Seth held him, and he was so happy he started kneading and suckling the blanket. And back at Seth's, he cuddled up to us right away. And he yelled when we left the room (we had to keep him in Seth's room because Seth already has four cats and didn't want trouble in case they couldn't keep him), so we figure he has abandonment issues, which is reasonable because he was abandoned. By some complete fucking jerk who didn't even care enough about an incredibly sweet cat to even take him to a shelter or something. What kind of person would abandon a face like ( this? )
So...if anyone in Northeastern Ohio wants a cat, or if anyone knows anyone around there who wants a cat, drop one of us a line.
and then I was going to leave the day after, but I did not, because I was too tired and Seth was too stressed and I did not want to leave him alone. So we spent the day together and cuddled and petted the cat, and I read Seth's books for his Southern Lit class, and then we watched "Venture Brothers" and "Metalocalypse" and had a nice time. And then I had to leave the next day, because Seth had to go to school and I had to go to work.
And on the way home, I stopped at this Michigan Welcome Center right outside of the state line, and I saw two kitties hanging around, and I was like..."Oh my god, I need to do something for these kitties. Seth would. But I can't take them home! What do I do?" and then I realized that there was a housing development about 500 yards away, through the trees, and the kitties had probably come from there to hang out in the little bit of wilderness.
I would like to go back to Ohio :( My job is not as interesting as any of this.
The Courage Crew is a straight-edge gang that apparently goes around and tries to make trouble with people who are drinking or smoking--these are not whiny punk kids who will break edge in two months, these are, like...ex-prison dudes. As far as I could tell. I could not see exactly what was going on, but there was a fight and Hank actually stopped playing and was like, "WTF?" But that only lasted for a second, and then he took off his cowboy hat and put on his black baseball cap and started playing hellbilly, which was much more punky. And then he let down his hair and took off his shirt and played some death metal. His chest was more impressive than his death metal, but I ended up not staying. My ears started to hurt :(
ANYWAY. Then on Saturday, I went to Ohio to hang out with Seth and see Crispin Glover do his thing at Oberlin. We were going to go on Friday at Cleveland, but I had the concert and Seth had an audition for his Medieval Drama class, so it was Saturday. (The unfortunate thing was that he was showing both "What Is It?" and "It is Fine! Everything is Fine!" on Friday, but only the second one on Saturday...I want to see "What Is It?" again, but maybe that will happen in the next few years.)
I had never been to Oberlin. It is a private college, and it is extremely white and liberal and artsy, and the school newspaper was fascinating. There was an article about students having a sleep-out to end coal power (there was a little energy display in the hall we hung out in that was a light-up display of which dorms were using how much energy--red for a lot, yellow for some, and green for not much, and that was actually pretty cool), and a very long editorial by a Visiting Spanish Professor about hegemony and pluralism that completely went over my head, and a fashion interview with a very gay boy who talked about wanting to be an Orange County housewife and how all the queers on campus were badly-dressed and how everyone on campus was a rich kid with a guilt complex. And several tiny articles about Crispin, most of which were along the lines of "He's soooo crazy lolololol." Really, I would expect an artsy place like that to be less judgy, but whatever. They also had a neat interview which I sort of want to scan and post somewhere, especially because the last line is fantastic. Crispin is like, "If a director of a movie I'm in doesn't want to go in a direction I find artistically satisfying with my character...I console myself with the money I'm making."
( It Is Fine! Everything Is Fine! )
On the way back, Seth and I stopped at a rest stop for a late-night snack. We were on the Ohio Turnpike, and it's a toll road so it has these rest stops with fast food and gift shops and gas and stuff every 20-50 miles so you don't have to get off and pay a toll just to fuel up or eat. And that's when we met Jules. Jules is a kitty, and he was hanging out in the parking lot. We were just about to leave, and Seth was like, "OMG, it's a kitty!" So I watched him go up to the cat. And the cat was like, "Rar." But he did not run away, and after just a few seconds he came up to Seth and let Seth pet him. So Seth brought him into the vestibule and petted him while I looked for someone who might know what to do. The only person there was a lady at the Burger King, who was like, "Yeah, people come here and dump pets all the time. I'd take him, but I have ten cats of my own already." (I saluted her.) So Seth wrapped him in a blanket I had in the car, and snuggled him all the way back to his house.
We ended up naming him Jules because Seth was like, "He needs a Crispin name. Bartleby, or Jules?" And I decided Jules, from "Fast Sofa." Because we met him at a rest stop. And OMG, he was just the sweetest kitty. He didn't fuss when Seth held him, and he was so happy he started kneading and suckling the blanket. And back at Seth's, he cuddled up to us right away. And he yelled when we left the room (we had to keep him in Seth's room because Seth already has four cats and didn't want trouble in case they couldn't keep him), so we figure he has abandonment issues, which is reasonable because he was abandoned. By some complete fucking jerk who didn't even care enough about an incredibly sweet cat to even take him to a shelter or something. What kind of person would abandon a face like ( this? )
So...if anyone in Northeastern Ohio wants a cat, or if anyone knows anyone around there who wants a cat, drop one of us a line.
and then I was going to leave the day after, but I did not, because I was too tired and Seth was too stressed and I did not want to leave him alone. So we spent the day together and cuddled and petted the cat, and I read Seth's books for his Southern Lit class, and then we watched "Venture Brothers" and "Metalocalypse" and had a nice time. And then I had to leave the next day, because Seth had to go to school and I had to go to work.
And on the way home, I stopped at this Michigan Welcome Center right outside of the state line, and I saw two kitties hanging around, and I was like..."Oh my god, I need to do something for these kitties. Seth would. But I can't take them home! What do I do?" and then I realized that there was a housing development about 500 yards away, through the trees, and the kitties had probably come from there to hang out in the little bit of wilderness.
I would like to go back to Ohio :( My job is not as interesting as any of this.
