November 3rd, 2004



So, last Thursday I saw KMFDM in concert. (Alone, alas.)

The opening band was DJ Acucrack, which I didn't really enjoy very much. The best thing about that show for me: they had two Apple Powerbooks on the stage.

I had only a couple of conversations there: one was with a guy named Rich, who told me how about how his five-year-old son was a huge KMFDM fan, and could identify Sascha Konietzko from the DVD and such.

The second conversation was with a man named Bill who was extremely drunk and very surprised by his conclusion that an attendee that he had previously thought was female was actually transgendered. After several minutes of ruminating about this in my personal space, he concluded, "I guess I'd do her anyway."

So, KMFDM. I only recognized half the songs or less, which surprised me a bit, because I have about six albums in my iTunes library.
The songs I didn't recognize were hard for me to understand, and thus hard for me to appreciate.
Lucia is a female member of the band, and I must say that her appearance and her performance really fits with the fascist-poster style of KMFDM's album covers. (Gallery here).

Often, when I go to concerts like this where I can't effectively talk with anyone, I like to watch attractive women in exotic and/or goth outfits. That didn't work so well this time; there weren't so many women there, most of them were dressed fairly down (in comparison to the gothic finery of the Crüxshadows concert, at least), and those few whom I did find attractive almost all started smoking, which I found a turn-off.

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I've mostly avoided election commentary, but I wanted to mention one thing:

As I was listening to Marketplace on the way home from work last night, I burst out laughing when I recognized a few bars of instrumental music that they played between the features as the introduction to the Talking Heads' song "Democratic Circus".

I wonder how many other people made that connection.

Halloween weekend

Our Halloween weekend was pretty busy.

Friday evening was fairly relaxed; Kevin cancelled his GURPS game, so we had dinner with Mike, which was nice, and then shopped at a Halloween store. We ended up buying a brain mold at 50% off, as well as other things.

Saturday, our main event was Kevin's Halloween party. Since we had importuned him to host the party, we felt an obligation to contribute. So we contributed--on the same scale that we prepare food for our parties. We made:
- Jello in the brain mold
- a pumpkin cheesecake that Lori had promised to Austin
- ghost cookies made by dipping Nutter Butters in white chocolate, with eyes made from mini chocolate chips (so cute!)
- Lori's cute cat cupcakes
- pigs in blankets (mini sausages wrapped in pieces of crescent rolls and baked)

The party was okay. I tried to start a game of Cthulhu 500 to get my attention away from the food, but the game got interrupted often by people watching DVDs and so forth. (And I got doomed in the game, because I had a hangar-queen car, Austin had cards to do a lot of damage to other cars, and I had gotten rid of all my pit crew with Human Sacrifice. Oh well.)

On Sunday, then, we had a lot of work to do: clean the house from the ravages of the previous day's cooking, carve pumpkins for Halloween, and host dinner for our usual Sunday dinner crowd and Lori's family. It was pretty frenetic, but we got it all done. I did manage to carve something more than the usual face in one pumpkin; I used a simple stencil of a soaring bat that looked pretty good.

Trick-or-treater turnout was as good as any previous year at this location, I think; we didn't get a lot of treaters, but we went through a bag or two of candy with only a little left over.

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Lori and I took our cats Louie and Ella to the vet for their annual checkup and shots this evening. Both of them were fairly good in the doctor's office (Ella was especially compliant), but they were vigorously yowling about the drive both to and from the vet.

On the drive back, I quipped, "I'm reminded of the Democrats. Half the occupants of the car are fervently protesting, with no effect on where we're going or who gets stabbed in the back along the way."

I'm betting Reader's Digest won't pay me for this one.