Can Sunglasses and a Handbag Make Out?

Yes, it’s winter, and getting colder and darker by the day. But am I the only who finds herself needing her sunglasses when I’d just packed them away? A classic accessory finds a new relationship that’s been there all along…

The Blinding Sun Got Me Thinking…

It was mid-afternoon. I’d just aggravated myself by spending an hour at the bank clearing up a mistake on my account I hopped in my car in a huff, and tried to pull out of the parking lot, and I couldn’t see a thing! This is one of the first times I’ve been thankful for honking horns, because it was that awful beep that kept me from driving out into on coming traffic. I glanced over to the passenger seat to find an old pair of sunglasses staring back at me, quickly put them on, and headed out on to the road safely.

Sunglasses, I thought a few stoplights later, are a necessity, not just an accessory. For driving, for keeping your brow oh-so wrinkle-free, and of course as a central fashion item.

I assessed my shades in the vanity a couple times – they weren’t the finest out there, but pretty good for a random find in the car. And actually, they pretty well matched my beloved red and brown Coach Signature tote (see my recent post) sitting next to me without her seat belt on. I got to thinking that maybe sunglasses and purses have had a little thing going on that I didn’t know about this whole time.

Well there’s no stopping it anyway! It’s like when you learn a new word, all of a sudden you see it everywhere? I suddenly started thinking that it was absurd, almost a faux pas, that I hadn’t been consciously matching these two up. Sure, you wear one pair of glasses or another when it comes to your outfit, but the purse – of course! The subtlety is just delicious. And it makes your purse a little sexier, and your sunglasses…hmm…carry a little more weight?!

So here’s a couple of my favorite sunglasses, with a couple of my favourite purses. And one big no-no.

Ok kids: the sun’s out but the weather’s frigid – so let’s not be shy.

Choo on Choo: ooooh

Jimmy Choo Dixon S sunglasses are very doable daytime chic if you tone down the outfit and step up the handbag. The silver gold-studded trim marks around the gradient lens give the glasses a unique touch that I find kind of downplays their boldness. So Dixon, meet Eva, a saucy red and gold number from one of my trusted replica sites. I love love red and gold.

Gucci Gucci Goo

Here’s a real cute pair by Gucci. The right glasses were a challenge, but I love the tassly hassle-free Indy bag, but I wanted to make it work. I’m so glad there’s a replica of this bag from Replica Valley! If you’ve read my post, I’ve got two of these and they’re just so versatile. And with my newfound perspective, I really think the brown one will perfectly bring out the eyes in my favorite Gucci sunglasses. The shapes in the glasses and the purse work well together, and silver rings on the arm of the glasses match circular style of the bag. Though the colors and styles differ a little, I think they actually balance each other out – a less cowgirl for the purse and a little less snobby for the shades.

Gucci's Indy Bag in a rich light brown with silver and gold metallic finish

Fendis without Benefits

The Fendi B Bag grows on me more and more. Apparently Fendi really loves it too, because they’ve taken a certain part of the style to one line of their sunglasses. Thanks Fendi, for showing me the limits of my new interest in wedding bags to glasses!


I say NO-NO! What do you think? A little too much inbreeding here? Or should they unbuckle together in broad daylight? Read more…

I’ll admit it, I think dogs are cute. Do you know what else I think is cute? Louis Vuitton. You can probably imagine where I’m going with this, can’t you? Yes, I like to keep my readership clever.

While I don’t own a little Bichon Frise [my husband claims to be completely allergic to tiny dogs...] I can certainly appreciate the desire to have a little fluffy companion. I’m not convinced that it’s entirely in the dog’s best interests to be carrying it around in a bag all day, but we’ll leave that for another article.

For now, we’re going to delve into the world of designer doggie duds. There are loads of great online sites that feature these products, just in case you’re not living in Hollywood where there are entire boutiques and spas that cater to the little critters.

Replica handbags obsessive that I am, I first came across these totes on ReplicaItBags.com. They have a great selection of faux pooch accessories, including the incredibly hard to find including the Louis Vuitton Monogram Baxter Canvas Sac PM – a darling Louis Vuitton handbag that features modular panels that can fold down to accommodate your pet, allowing more or less room depending on your companion’s size.

Never one to be left behind, Juicy Couture has popped up as a major player in the puppy parade. Check out the Juicy Bowler Carrier, which shows off heart-shaped mesh windows so little Fido can breathe while you’re lugging him around.

The classic, and most desirable in my books, is the Louis Vuitton Monogram Carrier 40 – if this adorable dog doesn’t prove my point, no words will. Jessica Simpson seems to think this is the perfect handbag so who am I to argue?

We can’t discount the incredible Parisian chic of Madame Coco, as these Chanel jackets are clearly sublime examples of tailoring and panache. Also, wiener dogs – eeek! Atleast she has a great Chanel handbag!

If the holiday season is bearing down on you like a locomotive, and you’re struggling to find the right gift for the right person that doesn’t put you right into the poorhouse, I completely understand. My plan is to give my sister in law, who is obsessed with her pair of poodles, a set of Louis Vuitton dog collars to match the denim Louis Vuitton handbag she carries. A little bit of luxury is always a good thing, and it’s hard to deny that an animal as pompous as a poodle can rock that monogram print as well as any starlet.

Here’s Vanessa Minillo rocking a gorgeous Gucci dog handbag. It might just be the season, but I’m really loving the cedars and evergreens, just like the gorgeous front panel of this bag.

If you’re thinking of trying to modify an existing Chanel or Louis Vuitton handbag to carry your spoiled little princess in, I’ve looked into this and I don’t think it’s a fantastic idea. Firstly, you need a bowling-bag construction, with stiff sides and a solid floor. If not, the moment you pick up your oversized tote it’s going to squeeze Toto on each side – not good.

These bags have ventilated construction, which is also supremely important. Air is good, folks, remember that. All in all, I would suggest selecting a Louis Vuitton handbag that suits your needs, or, if you’re just buying for a friend and only want to spend a certain amount, try an accessory like a water bowl or a leash imprinted with a designer logo. That’s my plan!

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- ending and closing credits (you just gotta love that Fantasy Zone ship)

Oh, back to video games, for those who are really into Sega, here’s something…

So Friday night I had drinks with dhex, a.k.a. Mike O’Connor, and Steve Totilo, a.k.a. the guy who writes about video games for MTV News, and it was loads of fun. Mike coined the quote of night when I embarrassingly admitted to being drunk after just three beers, and he responded with a very warm and jovial, “Dude its cool, you’re Asian. Three beers for you is like five thousand for a white guy!”

Many important things were discussed, much of it related to video games of course. Steve totally sold me on Sly Cooper 3 which he described as being one of the best games ever, so I guess I’ll have to track that one down (what he told me did sound pretty neat). Another highlight of the evening was when we were sitting in the KGB bar and we spotted a man and woman who looked to be either King of Fighters or Guilty Gear cosplayers.

- chapter 9 (basically the same stuff from before, just in one vid)

- chapter 8 part 2 (this one’s battle heavy and features many special moves with elements borrowed from other Sega titles, like After Burner, Space Harrier, and other stuff)

- chapter 8 part 1 (somehow, Shining Force CD is involved… I guess you create it in the game?)

I got there first around 1-ish and while waiting for the rest of the crew to show up, walked around a bit and ran into, of all people, Kenny. We’ve been trying to drag to the show for years, but he’s never available; Kenny had to work later in the evening, no surprise, but came early to check out the first band, which was the only heavy metal act on the card. And his usual crowd of Japaner punkers was sadly absent. Not too long afterwards Robin showed up, then Joe along June and Jay. We had our traditional pre-show lunch at Nathans’s then decided to check out some music. As stated previously, the line-up of bands this time around looked abysmal (nothing but stupid looking hipster acts, all of whom either from Brooklyn or Montreal pretty much), but I’m willing to give anything a chance, so when June suggested we check out Man Man (they at least didn’t look like total pussies compared to most everyone else player), I figured why the hell not. And they were pretty decent! I actually ended up enjoying them, despite the fact that they looked like tools when they first hit the stage; everyone was all dressed in matching tennis playing attire (the Royal Tenenbaums look is SO is fucking passé at this point). And that’s the thing; more than they sound, I hate how most hipster bands carry themselves; most try way too hard to be cool, either wacky cool or angst-ridden, emo cool. Anyway, their first song sounded almost death metal-ish, with some saxophone, and I was sorta sold on them from that point on. I’m pretty awful when it comes to describing bands, so all I can really say is that they sorta sound like some noise-punk/folk fusion ensemble. I really enjoyed how they all played very close to each other, so in that sense, they really reminded me of the band from the Muppet Show (sans a human equivalent to Janice). I also really dug the technical aspects of their sound; much of it sounded really polished and almost studio-produced, production wise.

Another thing I’m concerned over is how in my roommate’s absence (she left yesterday morning), I’m supposed to take care of the cats(there’s three: Brantley, the fat fuck that tried to slash everyone’s ankles out, Nova, the one with feline AIDS, which when gets a laugh out of everyone when they hear it, and for good reason, its totally silly sounding, and Mr. Lopez, the really fat but ultimately lovable one that I seems totally gay for me… I can pet him to the point of orgasm), and one of them, that being Mr. Lopez, is missing…
Plus, as anyone who’s in the northeast knows, its fucking HOT outside. Everyone’s AC is cranked up to 11, and for good reason, though when that happens, I get very concerned over the potential for a power outage.

After we all witnessed some fire out in the ocean (never figured out what it was… did some luxury liner have an incident?), June and I both braved the bathrooms. Thank God I only had to take leak throughout my time there because the bathrooms at Coney Island are fucking disasters. When I went to the one near the beach, there was about fifty women in line for theirs (which is the average), so as I entered the men’s room I saw assorted women walk out of it (those who just said “fuck it” and didn’t want to wait forever in line) and each one had a look of absolute abject horror (like they saw dead bodies or something). And yeah, the bathrooms are a nightmare because unlike every other disgusting NYC men’s bathroom, beside all the urine and feces all over the places, there’s also a ton of sand everywhere. Best part is how there’s always some dude shaving at the sink. Anyway, by the time I got out, Jay was gone; we went to check out The Cribs, so we later joined him there. And since they really weren’t doing it for the rest of us, Joe suggested we check out She Wants Revenge, which he said I would dig. And they too turned out to be fairly decent. Like Joe said, they are sorta Joy Division-esque, though I noticed bits and pieces of old school Killing Joke in places.

As for the rest of the weekend, it was pretty chill. After the show, I went back to the city with Joe and June with the plan of seeing the new Pirates of the Caribbean flick, but that never happened, so instead we watched Team America on cable (I had forgotten how good it was) and some videos by local NYC bands. And yesterday I just chilled out at home (literally, with the AC cranked on high) and worked on the book, plus played some games. To supplement my current addiction to KOF, I’m now on a PSone kick; played Ridge Racer 4, Xevious 3D+G, and the Misadventures of Tron Bonne, among others. Plus I played a bunch of stuff on the DS Lite to see what they looked like. As a few others have pointed out, the ultra bright screen is nice and all, but the colors are bit too saturated, leaving some games looking less than perfect (New Super Mario Bros is a prime example of this). It makes total sense since designers were originally taking into account the original DS’s screen specifications. On the plus side, Wario Ware Twisted has never looked better.

Afterwards we tried checking out Celebration, but they sounded as bad as they looked, so all lost interest pretty quick. Then we tried tracking and down Kenny, but that didn’t work, though we did eventually meet up with Richie (from the Beer Drinking Fools), but then it began to rain. So we headed to the El Dorado and I got to play some Ms. Pac Man (as Jay said “I think they keep that machine around just for you.”), including another head-to-head game against Robin. I’m still pissed that the old classic skee ball machines have been completely overtaken by the plastic-y, purple pieces of shit they have now (and I ain’t paying fifty fucking cents for one game either), so instead I tried out Quackers, in which you try to roll a rubber ball down a ramp and try to get it into one of numerous holes, each with a different point value. The point is either to get a really low score or a high one. It sounds really boring, and I guess it is, but it was fairly compelling (in a “hey look, shiny things!” kind of way). Though it was a bit too underwhelming for Robin who decided to head out at that point. But soon it stopped raining, so we headed to the boardwalk. By then some of us were hungry, and I knew it was time get a corndog. I also noticed that pretty much every hipster was munching on one, and when I tried ordering mine, there were all sold out! WTF?!?!?

But man, the crowd (it was near the end of the fest, so naturally the place was super packed at this point) was fucking annoying; there were like two sets of dumb underage and drunk hipster girls getting into argument with each other (“No, you fuck the back off bitch!”) and this one annoying guy behind Joe was constantly laughing, but he was obviously a fan since he knew all the lyrics to their songs. Near the end of the set we decided to bolt and track down the Jay. The problem was this: Jay doesn’t have a cell phone, so we walked around to spots where we figured that he might be waiting for us (our unofficial “if anyone gets lost, we’re meeting here” spot is at Nathan’s) but no such luck. Though Joe got his funnel cake, as he does every year. I finally got a corndog, along with some gross and soggy fries. Plus Richie and I witnessed some guy drop his shrimp on the ground because we though he got shoulder-checked, and totally get pissed (though sadly no fight ensued). We then went back to both stages and caught bits and pieces of both Scissor Sisters and Stars, but no sign of Jay. We’ve lost Jay before, but always managed to find the guy (like how I got on the shoulders of one person with us to get a better look and to ask everyone if they had seen our friend at the very first Siren Fest… that was funny). After looking and waiting and waiting and looking, Joe, June, and myself (Richie left earlier to catch Moosehead and the Blackout Shoppers at Continental) headed out… yes, we left a man behind. MISSION FAILED.

- an ad for the Dogma (that’s the evil company you compete against, who’s logo looks remarkably like Sony Computer Entertainment’s) system, the Pyramid

Now that it’s Monday, I’ve got other things on my mind, such as where in the hell is my Play-Asia order. My copies of Zombie vs. Ambulance and Kuru Kururin Paradise still haven’t arrived. God I hate mail delivery in Brooklyn (normally I have all package deliveries sent to my work, but there’s construction going on, so receiving mail is a hassle for the foreseeable future). And speaking of construction,Gucci Handbags, another thing to worry about is the work being done on my house. Long story short; the day after my belated birthday bash, the concrete wall from the house next door started to crumble, with shit falling into the alleyway next to my home. So the landlady next door hired some folks to repair her home, and in the process, they fucked up the side of ours. When my roommate spoke to the contractor, he offered to put up new vinyl siding, but the colors would be off (it was obvious that he didn’t want to go out and buy and any just use shit he had lying around… he later said that they didn’t have the right color at Home Depot, but whatever, they have tan everything there). Then he claimed that his workers didn’t do anything and the damage was already there (also bullshit, obviously). This all went down on Saturday, when my roommate was on her way to Connecticut to spend a few days before going to Florida, so needless to say she was pissed to had have missed a whole day because of such nonsense. The contractor is a greasy fuck, like all people who deal with real estate in New York City (which is an unavoidable fact), and eventually promised to do the repairs later today, and I have to check up and see if that actually happens (my roommate pleaded with the women next door to not pay the final installment of their contract, to make sure they wouldn’t run off not having finished their jobs and change their names, and she agreed, but we all know that no neighbors actually look out for each other, especially in my part of Brooklyn).

So yeah, the show really sucked. Its funny how the more popular it gets, and the bigger it becomes, the smaller everything feels. When it first started, Siren really felt like this big event; you had the main stage with the primary musical acts, but there were all these sides acts, like really small-time bands, comedy, circus acts, freaks, weirdos, midgets, wrestling, etc. And with each passing year, the show looses more and more of cooler side acts and emphasis is increased on the main musical acts, which is cool and all (especially when they added a second stage), but at least there used to be some variety. Now its literally nothing much lame hipster acts. Like many things that start out small and awesome but just gets ruined by popularity, the whole thing has just become so corporate; I knew it was going to be bad news when I first showed up and passed by the tents set up by sponsors and I fucking saw a Goddamn Tekserve set-up. It also doesn’t help that stuff is getting more and more pricey at Coney Island in general; they just jacked up the price of the Cyclone to $6, re-rides are like $5 (its an awesome ride and all, but come on), though I think the bottom line is that its no longer for “us” anymore, and as Joe stated, maybe we’re getting too old for such things.

- chapter 8 part 3 (make sure to check out the surprise guest star at the end)

The cover story was written by (John) Szczepaniak, which is all about the rise and fall of the Sega Genesis (if that cover wasn’t clear enough for you), and I helped out by supplying information regarding the American side of things. Some of you folks might recall me wanting to do a book on the history of Sega, well I guess you can seen just a bit of that in action (at least I think… I hope… I haven’t seen the piece yet). Unfortunately, my name is not listed because John forgot to include it! Hey, mistakes happen. Anyway, check it out if you can (its a UK publication, so for those of us in the United States, I believe Barnes & Noble and Borders carries the publication).

Finally, remember me talking about SEGAGAGA, that crazy Dreamcast game, one of the very last to come from Sega, where you get to actually run the company, and there’s a ton of wacky Sega references all throughout? Well courtesy of Sixfortyfive comes some other vids from the game, including…

Want to know the best part of the whole thing? There was this crazy crackhead that we ran into twice at the show. First at Man Man; he was just standing there, right in front of us, sorta dancing to the music, though mostly flailing his arms. At one point he looked as if he was dancing with June, or trying to, then he found some paper airplane on the ground and played around with that. Then later on, while looking for Jay in the Stars crowd, we caught him sitting at the curb, clapping away like a blissful retard, much like before. Though he wasn’t taking sips of gin like earlier in the afternoon. I snuck in some pictures, and this one’s my favorite…

And Saturday was the Siren Music Fest. And long story short, yeah, it pretty much did suck.

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- BTW, still no word on that picture of the midget pouring booze down my throat from that crazy cyber/S+M themed party, unfortunately. I’m afraid that I might have scared off the folks from NeoGAF that night, with my loud/drunken antics, primarily my very NYC sense of humor…

I also really enjoyed added effects in the final stage’s background, though the simpler star field from before still works very well. So for me, it?s basically Super Mario Bros 1; I like the look and feel of the original, but I appreciate the update in Super Mario All-Stars. Both are nice in their own regards. Also, the boss battles seem to have gotten the most benefit; I used to have a real bitch of a time with the Soft Museum boss, but now I can see exactly everything that is going on and got through on my very first attempt. Oh, and the sound also appears to be richer, which is nice. I don’t have a proper 5.1 system, so I can’t tell if its been properly enhanced.

Now, Dave Mauro didn’t find the updated visuals all that hot. As he put it, rather appropriately might I add, that there’s a certain naiveté to the visuals, a child-like quality that works well with the music and theme. So the somewhat “immature” nature of the graphics, meaning the jagged edges and low-poly models, actually adds to the experience. Though I personally dug the graphical face-lift. Granted, it doesn’t always work, like with certain types of ground texture, such as rock (at least to me it looks rather bland and wonky). But for the most part it does, and the added touches are nice. I guess it works for me simply due to the fact that they didn’t go crazy and simply stuck with what works… which is something pretty rare with Sega. Remember Daytona USA 2001?

Though last week I almost had an “incident” shortly after work, on my way home. Long story short: I have the bladder of a four year old girl (or squirrel as Hilary puts it), meaning repeated trips to the bathroom. But I’m pretty good at making sure that I relieve myself before a long trip or movie. Though that day, I don’t know what happened, and I found myself having to really go badly while on the PATH train. I was on the Newark to WTC line like normal when the urge hit me, and I knew that I could wait till home, so I transfered to the 33rd Street bound train at Journal Square in NJ, with the plan being to get off at 23rd Street, since a Barnes & Noble is nearby. But then the train just stayed there in the station, not moving, and that urge became even stronger, to the degree that I began to slowly panic. I used to live in Journal Square, but that was years ago, and couldn’t remember if there was a bathroom in the station, so I asked the conductor:

conductor: Well, just pee on the tracks.

- Once more, been real busy since getting back, too busy to play much games unfortunately (and I’ve been dying to get back to No More Heroes, since it was starting to get really good before I had to fly out west). Though I did set aside some time to check out NiGHTS for the PS2.

- In not so great video game news, at least on the personal front, my Wii is fucked up. Another long story short: I hadn’t played my Wii in over a week, so even though it was really late the other night, I decided to have a quick game of Geometry Wars before going to bed (plus I wanted to check my messages and get rid of the flashing blue light, which had been on for days). I thought I noticed something strange, but was really tired and therefore not thinking straight, so I just went on ahead with a quick round, which as anyone familiar with the game already knows, is filled with multicolored shit exploding all over the place.

If Sega would release Burning Rangers, Panzer Saga, and Radiant Silvergun for the PS2, I could get rid of my Saturn… But overall, NiGHTS for the PS2 only proves how much the sequel for the Wii so missed the point of the original.

conductor: It’s okay. Just go to the front and pee on the tracks. It’s alright. I said so.

me: Well, I really have to go to the bathroom?

God I love wrestling.

me: Ummm…. number one.

- Anyway, on to better news, actually the big news I hinted at before, though its also hardly news by this point, at least to various friends: Katie is now living with me! She moved in last week, and its been loads of fun ever since. This is the first time I’ve ever lived with a girlfriend, and already my quality of life has increased quite a bit; I’m no longer on a steady diet of bachelor chow for one, but the best part is I’m finally getting a couch! Hell, those fuckers are expensive, especially when you have no real money in the bank and have shit credit. But we were both able to go halfway with a nice one from Ikea (yes, an Ikea couch… most are uncomfortable, I know, but this one is at least the most comfy one they sell, for less than a grand). And for a while I was thinking of asking (well, begging) friends for donations. I had even entertained the idea of soliciting funds via this site, till it was pointed out how stupid and low-class such a move would be (unless you’re dying of some disease, and I’m talking about a legitimate life-threatening ailment here).

me: What?

Upon returning home, the system was cool, so I put the chord back in and hit power. The same as before. It’s kind hard to explain, but anyone familiar with Gran Turismo on the PSone might know what I’m talking about; remember how you could see where all the polygons are connected and almost see through the tiny spots where they didn’t touch? Kinda the same thing. Anyway, I called Nintendo’s customer service earlier today and found out that I will indeed have to send my system in like Dave had to do, but I more than likely will have to pay a $80 repair fee. Oh well. Hey, I got the thing free from Nintendo, as a thank you gift, so I can’t complain too much. Also, the people at Nintendo’s customer service are REALLY friendly, and that was nice; the dude was spoke the simple truth when explaining why their turn-arounds for repairs are so blazing fast: “Hey, we want you to have your system has soon as possible, because we want you to play video games… which means you buying games, which means more money for us in the end.” Though speaking off, the only thing that really sucks about this is how Smash Bros comes out this weekend!

Though it is weird to see the kids’ character models in such razor sharpness though. On the Saturn, they appeared to be much younger. And the change in resolution makes their idle animation really weird, or at least noticeably now. Plus, I have to say, I’ve never found the PS2 sticks to be “stiff” till now, at least in comparison to the Saturn’s analogue pad. And as mentioned, you can play it how it looked originally on the Saturn. And it looks… “off.” Or rather, definitely emulated. Its pretty damn close, but feels a bit chunkier. At least it moves at a great pace, with zero slowdown, at least far as I could tell.

- Speaking of the GDC, as much as I enjoyed by time in San Fran, the timing could not have been worst. I believe I already mentioned a fave game company of mine coming to NYC to show off something super hawt, which I had to miss, but I’m pretty certain that I never said anything about missing the latest Rumbo in Dumbo.

conductor: Why? Number one or number two?

I’ll admit that I was a bit disappointed when I finally laid eyes on it; I thought there would be more of a look of abject horror in my face, because for whatever reason, I was screaming in terror non-stop (I know I was only four at the time, but it’s the kinda shit that you just don’t forget). But now that I think about it, I recall my parents and photographer, as well as the guy playing Santa, jus waiting and waiting for me to shut the fuck up and calm down a little before finally taking the shot (I still recall the look of confusion in my parents face at the department store where it was taken… well the look of confusion in my mom’s face, whereas my dad had the “God, what a pussy” look that I would become accustomed to for years to come).

me: Excuse me, but is there a bathroom at this station?

But yeah… a new chapter begins! And with actual shit to sit on as things move forward.

So the next morning, Katie wanted to play Super Mario Galaxy before heading to work (mainly because she had some time to kill and not only was my internet was down, but so was the cable…. fuck you very much Time Warner), and because she’s not use to my set-up, I turned it on for her. And there they were again; against the white Wii menu backdrop were the same black dots from before, but because I was alert and awake this time, I finally took notice. I then popped in Super Mario Galaxy and they were still there. Fuck! I next felt the system, with a vague idea of what the problem might be,Gucci Handbags, and as suspected, it was really warm. One thing I forgot to mention from the night prior; upon turning on the system, it sounded unusually loud, but again, because I did not have ally senses, I didn’t really think about it. A while ago, Dave Mauro told me that the video card in his Wii had overheated, and wondered if it was the same thing… BTW, my system is more than properly ventilated, and again, I hadn’t touched the thing in a week, so I have no idea how it could have gotten fried (unless that blue light fucks your shit up if left unattended). So I unplugged the AC cord and went to work for the day…

For those who don’t know, it’s a port of the Saturn game with enhanced graphics. And for those who haven’t seen what it looks like, the first pic in the following pairs is what the original looks like, followed by the PS2 redux…

- Work has been fine, mostly due to my brand new MacBook! They finally got me one after repeated bitching and moaning about my shitty PC laptop (which was a Dell, lulz). Too bad it didn’t arrive before my trip, otherwise I would have been able to post about the GDC in real time (though I really wonder how much work I could have gotten done, considering how much partying, I mean investigative reporting I did). So that also means I’ve finally been able to get my feet wet with Leopard, and thus far, its been going okay. There’s some truly awesome thing about it, and there’s some really annoying stupid shit too, like every major OS revision.

And that’s just what I did; I went to the other side of the platform, up near the very front, and began urinating off the side of it. Just in time too. I was halfway through when I at last realized how ridiculous I must have looked (this was during rush hour, so yes, there were plenty of others on the platform too). And then the train from which I was on began to move, and also only then realized that everyone could see me pee, so as it passed by I waved goodbye to everyone onboard (mostly to say thanks to the conductor). I then tried finishing up as quickly as possible since, knowing my luck, some NJ Transit official, or worse a cop, would show up at any second to give me a ticket, and you know damn well he wouldn’t buy my bullshit story.

conductor: I’m sorry, but I don’t think so, no. Why?

So… what’s been going on since I got back from the GDC? Well a lot, as usual. Though something truly big went down exactly one week ago today, though I’ll save the best for last. But before that, some few odds & ends from the past week and a half, including stuff I forgot to mention in my massive GDC write-up (don’t worry, this’ll be brief)…

Well once again, I spent my Saturday night in Cali, hangin’ and bangin’ with Slonie, when I noticed that I had missed a call. A voicemail was left, and it was of Mooney, at the Rumbo in Dumbo; I had asked him to give me a report from the scene. And the message he left is as follows:

me: Okay….

… I know exactly what you’re going to ask, so I’ll just say it right now: yes, it’s MUCH better than the Wii version. Well, the original was a league in its own, and the redux manages to add to it and not fuck things up, like most updates tend to be. To the point that I’m not just impressed but actually a tiny bit blown away.

So I’m watching a match and someone from behind starts yelling, “You ain’t shit till you’ve beaten Brooklyn Jeff [my favorite World of Unpredictable Wrestling superstar, btw]! Come on, wrestle Brooklyn Jeff! Please.” And we turn around and it was Brooklyn Jeff. Also, the Horse Pack is back [a new wrestling stable that made its debut last time... you know, think the 4 Horsemen and the Wolf Pack, but combined... and AWESOME] and there was a zombie.

So after years of entertaining the thought, I finally nabbed the picture and here it is… me circa Christmas 1981 I believe. And I was actually going to wait till later this year to show it off, perhaps make it into a Christmas card, but I figured what the hey. Besides, Katie really wants to use it as her forum avatar:

- Once again, going back home sucked. Didn’t do jack shit. Though I did manage to get at least one thing accomplished: there’s an old picture of me that I used to be embarrassed about, but when thinking about it years later, I realized what a perfect picture it would make if I ever get a book published (perhaps the complete UNLUCKY collection?) and needed an author pic.

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That’s true.

My latest CD is One Guitar, which will arrive in stores in July thanks to Burnside Distribution. This upcoming Summer tour has close to nothing to do with that CD. I will play one of the pieces from the One Guitar album and for the rest of the evening I will perform with the quartet. We will do material from our 15 year catalog as well as some new and unreleased pieces which will be on my next band-album (whenever that’ll be finished…).

And…
Liebert will have his band, Luna Negra, with him when he takes the stage at the Rialto Wednesday night.

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One guitar, one man. Soon, the Rialto Theatre will be filled with flamenco-melodic chords and occasional “finger noises.” Ottmar Liebert’s tour, based on the mostly improvised CD “One Guitar,” kicks off Wednesday in Tucson.

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Not true.

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June 30 – Taos NM – Solar Festival

In August we will be coming East

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