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so i took adam's advice, and i put up a note on craigslist for platonic gettogethers, and i made sure to emphasize not once, not twice, but three times, that i was not interested in sex or relationships, and that i was being genuine when saying that i am not interested in sex or relationships, because i really actually was being genuine, with the one exception being if tina fey were to initiate correspondence, in which case i would do everything in my power to get her to make out with me, and then based on the success of that, to move on to the task of getting into her pants. i considered the odds of such a circumstance to be very low, and so i made sure to clarify that i was, in fact, being extremely genuine.

so i got a few emails from people who were not chumps. one of whom is ken. ken is a white hetero male, so we have stuff in common.

yesterday, ken and i played tennis. i am not good at tennis, but somehow i have accumulated not one, not two, but three tennis racquets over the years. the tennis game that ensued yesterday is one that alas, probably will not go down in the annals of sports history where two relative unknowns faced off and re-defined the game, because we were too busy being awful, especially relative to the 7-year-olds who were re-enacting some sort of wimbeldon championship game between sampras and agassi, in the adjacent court.

granted, i did perform much better than i expected. meaning that on several occasions, my racquet made contact with the ball, and the ball's trajectory took it over the net and into the large rectangle which defines the court boundaries. score!

so...

also, ken had free tickets to this rock and roll show last night. a band called "mindless self-indulgence" was playing. so we went. i had nothing better to do, is what i was figuring. it was at the house of blues. because downtown disney is where you need to go if you are a metalli-goth kid, duh.

the place was chock full 'o teens. and i don't mean "eight" teen. or even "seven" teen. i mean "fourt" teen and perhaps some "thirt" teens. and that, my friends, is incredible. if i wanted to go to a rock concert at thirteen, there would be many factors working against me, such as:

1. the fifteen dollars for the ticket.


2. the approximately fifty to sixty miles between my geography, and that of the venue.


3. the likelihood of parentals granting leave, in light of the fact that they would have significant trust issues with the culture present at such an event.


4. oh, also the fact that i would never find out about such a thing, since i lived in cheeklick western new york, and there was no internet, nor event listings in the local paper, nor any information via radio unless the bands were extremely, extremely popular, and besides i only listened to toronto radio.


5. there is probabyl a fifth factor, also.

anyway, the concert last night: the music was actually really interesting, in a good way. it reminded me of marilyn manson, except maybe faster paced, more for-fun and silly, just as heavy and neo-gothy and full of samples. oh shit. i just remembered that a rubber-stamped genre description already exists. it is called "industrial". yeah, that works. i am losing my touch.

it was very energetic. i might have "bopped", or girated my arms and head, but my heart is stone, and i am incapable of showing emotion or moving my body as an expression of a connection i have made with things going on around me. plus, we were much older than everyone, and jaded, so we had a good excuse. it was fun to watch, and i was not becoming distracted.

all of the other stuff that teenagers are listening to is shit, though.

i hope that this has been a suitable update. i am getting worse at some things.