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These days I amuse myself by turning the announcement flyers in the elevator in my grandmother's old-people apartment complex upside down when I visit. I keep hoping that one day she'll turn to me and say,
"You know Shaka, some rude person has been flipping the flyers in the elevator! The dinner menu, the club announcements... they've all been turned upside down, and often, you know? I think Miss Eleanor on the second floor finally went crazy."

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Which Naruto Character are You?
quiz by orangeday.net

....which is true, except for the fact that I'm completely lazy.

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Brought Easter dinner to my grandma's apartment tonight. As we were leaving, I got to the elevator before my parents. I noticed that not only had the flyer from this morning been turn upright again, but someone had had the nerve to tack another paper up on the tacky-board beside it, with the same thumb-tack. This would not do. So I took the new one and retacked it upside down.

It slid around the tack at an angle and hung there pathetically. For a moment I had great respect for the person that had managed to tack two 8-by-11 papers together and have them stay upright with a single tack; then I remembered that this was the kind of meticulous person my new hobby existed to irritate. I tried fixing it. My dad entered the elevator, then my mom.

ShakaDada: "Why are you messing with that?"
ShakaBerry: "It was falling down. I'm fixing it."

I managed to get it to tuck into the side of the tack board and sort of balloon outward, but stay steady and straight at least. Ride stopped, we stepped out, and walk toward the lobby exist.

ShakaDada: *looking back* "Shaka, that was upside down."
ShakaBerry: "That part I was messing with."
Please pleas please say something so I can then be witty and rebellious.

Nothing.

Way to spoil my fun.

One of my semi-occasional music posts that is both reverent and complain-y.

I'm listening to a radio station special on K. Cobain right now. They're playing lots of stuff, including his covers of older songs along with original Nirvana stuff. ::sniffle::


Sometimes I hate that grunge music came out when I was only just barely old enough to appreciate it. I was ten years old when Cobain died-- I barely knew what had happened. I had only started to pay attention to the music I listened to for about a year, and I had picked up on the grunge from my brother. Of course, I grew to be a much bigger fan of it than my brother ever did. He likes it well enough, but I love it. I adore alternative music. I hate that there's only two or three recent bands that I hear on the radio these days that I would actually call alternative music; the rest is mediocre rock bands that all follow a formula, punk bands, or pop bands. Punk and pop bands are fine but they're not alternative.

I miss alternative like Agent Sands misses his eyes.

Also, I miss flannel. It was never especially attractive, but damn it was comfortable. I'm a comfort dresser, and grunge was wonderful for comfort dressing.

Flairs are not comfort dressing. I don't even buy jeans anymore. I haven't bought jeans that weren't shorts in 4 years, and the only pair I own have a hole above the knee. But I won't throw them away, because after all, they are my only pair.

Instead I buy pants. Mostly cargo pants, because I like deep pockets. I'm the kind of person that would cheerfully shove an entire shopping mall into my pants pocket if I thought one would fit. And skater pants when I can affort them. It seems unfair that stores like Hot Topic charge so frickin much when they try to market the stoner/raver demographic, which I would think don't have hella money. But being neither a stoner (hate that shit) or a raver (not cool enough to know where to go) I admit I'm only assuming so.

Anyway, may his spirit rest in peace. And many other alternative artists that have passed in the last ten years as well.