One Song

Wed, 26 Dec 2007 05:22:55 GMT

Merry Christmas, Bitches!

Love,
Roger

(and Mark. And Collins... and everyone.)

Tue, 20 Dec 2005 20:39:21 GMT

Mark and I have been traveling in and out of the city today as people are struggling to come up with their car passenger minimums for the transit strike today.

For a fee, of course, but we're cheaper than a cab.

I feel like such a whore. ;)

Okay, gotta go, got a ride to catch back out of the city momentarily.

Tue, 29 Nov 2005 03:20:52 GMT

As Beethoven said before he died, "The Comedy is finished."

The Tragedy of the Loft Door has come to a close (ha!). Collins finally made it over here and between the two of us we were able to muscle that thing into place. Although I will say that thanks to Mark you don't have to do that jiggly knock-knock-kick thing anymore to get it to latch. That baby is gliding smoothly again.

Collins sends his comments:

You know, I get this call from my best friends here that they need a little help with the sticky door which I am ever so familiar with, right? So as soon as my last class is over I come hurrying down here, narrowly escaping being accosted by a crazy person on the subway. I come barrelling up that last turn of steps and nearly have my skull cracked open as I slide uncontrollably across the slippery threshold to then be greeted by a bent-over-in-laughter Roger and a Mark who is wearing a strained look on his face and who can't reach out to help me because his hands are covered in I don't even know what but it's unsettling.

You're welcome, bitches.

Mon, 28 Nov 2005 18:48:25 GMT

So, the door to the loft got stuck open. I don't know how, but I blame Mark. I mean, it wasn't me so it must have been him that caused it, right? Right.

Either way, the point of this post is not that but rather that right now Mark is pouring Astroglide over the hinges.

I didn't know that came in quart sizes.

Thu, 10 Nov 2005 02:06:27 GMT

Look what I found stuffed in a book that was innocently lying on the table titled, "Making Movies That Matter"...

I declare the caption contest begun.

Tue, 11 Oct 2005 14:36:03 GMT

Yes, so remember when I told you about that gig I had a little over a week ago? And remember when my band kind of fell apart two days before that? Well, I have successfully rescheduled a gig, which is amazing, but even at that it still rides on me getting these knuckleheads back together. They make me so angry! GRR!

Oh, did you all notice that Maureen (overthemoon) made a post a week or so ago? I think Mark forced her at "I have embarrassing video of you"-point.

Why am I up so early?

Wed, 05 Oct 2005 05:13:57 GMT

We have a case of kosher wine in the house.

Did you know Mark sings songs from his days in Hebrew School when he's drunk? HAHAHAHA.

Grar

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 19:56:52 GMT

We're going to test a theory of Mark's: Journaling will help you with your problems.

Here are my problems today:
1. My E string busted during a particularly awe-inspiring riff of mine at rehearsal today, which I can not replace unless money falls from Heaven.
2. Twenty minutes after this, band finds itself in a huge argument. Rhythm guitar player storms out. Drummer quits band.
3. My AZT prescription got altered and I am reeling because of it. I feel like my stomach is going to bottom out and I am currently battling the hugest headache of all time.
4. Mark's mom is here.

Okay, Journal, fix me.

Get Off My Back Already!

Tue, 27 Sep 2005 02:00:33 GMT

Holy cripes! Does anyone know the cure for an annoying Jew infestation? Because seriously, Mark is annoying the hell out of me.

Hey, people. I am updating so Mark will stop poking me with a stick and insisting that I get back in touch with you all. He also thinks that journaling will help me... get in touch with... myself... or... be a good therapy for my... self-loathing?

I do not even know what the hell he is talking about.

But, I do have a gig at CBGB's Friday night, which is good because that place is still up in arms about being closed or not or something? I stopped paying close attention to the issue, but I'm glad I'm getting in there before a possible ending to that great American institution of rock.

Anyway, all of you in the area better be there. I know who you are and where you live.

Mon, 10 Mar 2003 20:30:05 GMT

Mark and I usually don't stray too close to Times Square, but he convinced me to tag along while he filmed the struggling Broadway artists picket.

I never thought I'd say "struggling Broadway artists" all in the same sentence. Bizarre.

Anyway, it was interesting. Lots of people, lots of signs, and some unrelated shooting in Times Square, also. Now I remember why I never go to Times Square. This city is so screwed up.

Fri, 07 Feb 2003 18:23:34 GMT

This snow crap is entirely overrated. Make it stop!

Fri, 13 Dec 2002 09:19:32 GMT

I am sure that I have mentioned how much I hate the fall...

Have I mentioned how much I hate winter, too?! Because I hate winter. It's cold as fuck up here and I'm sick of burning crap in a trashcan to keep warm. Dammit all to hell.

However, Mark did get me a dreidel. This thing is actually rather amusing.

Tue, 29 Oct 2002 22:22:44 GMT

I cannot believe that it is nearly Halloween. I swear, it was just New Years yesterday. Okay, maybe not, but it still seems like this year has flown by. And sadly, nothing overly interesting has happened.

::Sigh::

Mark has this really great script for a movie. It's too bad he doesn't have any money to produce it. Or the right equipment. Or the right actors. But the script is good!

I'm still playing and singing. The band is still doing gigs, but no record deals or national tours to speak of. Maybe one day...

And Maureen is...Maureen. She was protesting last week about ... you know, honestly, I don't even know what it was about. Her metaphors are too complex for my wee bitty brain to handle.

And that's it. Yep.

Fri, 27 Sep 2002 05:33:10 GMT

I'm not sure if Alexi Darling is really intent on getting Mark to collaborate with her on her show or if she wants to date him. She calls here constantly.

It's a good thing we screen. I am terrified to think of a conversation if I answered the phone and it was her.

Alexi Darling: Marky? Marky I need you. Ker-ching Ker-ching. Marky come over here with your pen.

Me: Alexi? You are obnoxious. And this isn't "Marky". In fact, he hates being called that. And he is annoyed because you got me making fun of him by calling him "Marky" and it pisses him off. I don't think he wants to talk to you.

Alexi: But...what about Ker-ching Ker-ching?

Me: Are you a prostitute?

:Laughs:

Interesting.

Fri, 06 Sep 2002 13:17:30 GMT

The weirdest thing happened to me the other day --

I left the loft, like any other day, and was going to stop by The Life Café on my way to band practice...And a large group of girls starts whispering and pointing. I turn around and they're looking in my general direction - so I turn to look behind me to see who they're looking at - and there's no one there.

These girls are all giggling and whispering and winking at ME! It was just bizarre. And flattering. But mostly bizarre. One of them came up to me and asked me if I was in the band that had played downtown a few days earlier - I said yes - and they all got googly eyed on me. Wow. We must be good.

Don't worry Mimi - I left alone. But - Wow. I never thought I'd be in a situation like that.

Mon, 15 Jul 2002 07:26:53 GMT

I am watching Philedelphia on TNT right now. I love this movie, but it is so sad. I'm glad in my personal relationships, homosexuality is acceptable. But I hate how when I exit my perfect bohemian world, homophobia and hate prevails.

Tom Hanks is a terrific actor. And even though I like to feign being unemotional about such situations such as death and disease, I have the feeling I am going to cry at the end of this movie.

Sat, 13 Jul 2002 06:30:30 GMT

Sometimes when I think about all of the things that Angel has gone through and the symptoms he fights on a daily basis, it makes me terrified of my future. And I thought having HIV was bad enough. I don't want to experience full blown AIDS.

Fri, 21 Jun 2002 21:15:58 GMT

Benny and Muffy got a new dog. It's another Akita - named Madonna. I'm terrified that if something happens to this dog, the next one will be named Queen Sheba or something.

Morons.

Tue, 18 Jun 2002 23:54:35 GMT

The gig didn't go as bad as I thought it would. Mark came to watch, which was really nice. Mimi couldn't go because she had to work. But the audience was really responsive and seemed to like us. Yay.

Fri, 14 Jun 2002 02:32:35 GMT

This weekend is going to be crazy.

My band and I have our first real gig, but we are not prepared for it. The drummer always speeds up, making us speed up, but then we all get unsynchronized. I am so nervous. We've been practicing for weeks and weeks and I bet the crowd won't even like us. Le sigh.

And on top of that, Mimi keeps getting on my case for not spending more time with her. So, who do I see hanging around our building more? Benny. Sometimes I wonder whether she's lying to me when she says there's nothing going on between them. Dammit.

Wed, 12 Jun 2002 20:18:48 GMT

So, I'm getting harassed by people to update. But, I just updated a few days ago.

I know everyone thinks I don't have a life, which is partially true, but I do not use the computer every single day and I don't always have something to write about. So, deal with it.

I try to update at least once a week, but that's about all that you're going to get out of me. So, for those of you teenagers who have nothing better to do than harass me - GET OVER IT!

Thu, 06 Jun 2002 06:24:32 GMT

So the phone rings and I let the answering machine get it. And it's Mark whining:

Roger. I'm still hanging out with Bobbie.
One of her friends was badmouthing me online.
I'm going to try to get some rest.
If I can.
Be back tomorrow sometime.

Great. Mark is way too sensitive. And he lacks a sense of time, apparently.

Hey, Mark - it's 2:15am here. Some of us sleep.

Tue, 04 Jun 2002 22:26:47 GMT

Danielle and Maureen have been making fun of me because I didn't recognize the Washington plates and the blonde haired girl as being Mark's adopted friend - Bobbie. Ok, so I'm slow you guys. Bite me.

So, maybe she wasn't the source of the secret admirer thing. I guess since her and Mark hang out, it would make sense that she is around here. But I didn't think about it, and besides, I don't go hang out with them. Mark usually just says "I'll be back later" or something and leaves. I'm not his mother. I don't ask where he's going. I have other things to worry about and Mark can do his own thing.

But whatever.

Benny is such an asshole, by the way. Just thought I'd share.

Mon, 03 Jun 2002 18:21:46 GMT

I think that Mark has some good ideas as to the source of the secret admirerer card. But he won't tell me anything. So, I guess that means I get to make my own speculations. I love that.

Maybe it's Benny. I mean, he is emotionally unbalanced. Maybe the fact that Benny acts so mean around Mark most of the time is because he is hiding his real feelings. There is a term for that...uh...projection or something. Or maybe it's Maureen. Maybe she wants some male sex again. Or maybe it's Angel! Nah. I doubt it's Angel.

Or maybe it's just some crazed maniac I don't know about. But I'm going to have fun speculating. *evil laugh*

Wed, 29 May 2002 21:46:05 GMT

Here's the surreal moment of the day:

Mark and I are walking to the Life Café to get a latté and out of nowhere, we hear screaming. We turn around and look behind us and a manhole cover pops up about 40 feet in the air and lands in the middle of the street. People start running around thinking there is another terrorist attack in progress. And Mark and I just stand there, completely dumbfounded, watching the chaos.

News reports say that it has something to do with too much electricity or something and excess gas underground causing them to pop up in the air. Sounds kinda fishy to me, but it was definitely bizarre.