Last night's DJing session went fine, although the crowd at the Renn isn't exactly a lively one. I mostly played hard, stompy industrial club tunes which appealed to the male dancers. The set after mine played gothier stuff, which brought out the female dancers. At one point, during my one "easy-listening" song (Delerium's "Flowers Become Screens"), a very drunk and flaming guy approached the DJ booth.
"Um, excuse me."
"Yes?"
"Can you play music that people who aren't here can dance to?"
This just about broke my brain. Drunk logic always astounds me. After a bit of quizzing,
wildelf discovered that he in fact wanted to dance to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cindy Lauper.
And then a glam-looking blonde showed up. "Excuse me," she said. "Is there a theme to tonight's music?"
"Yes," said
wildelf. "Old-school goth."
"Oh! Then can you play some Billie Holiday?"
Surprised, Th'elf said, "Oh, uh, I'm afraid I don't have any with me. Anything else?"
"Ok, then, how about Elvis?"
My eyebrows raised. "Elvis isn't at all old-school goth."
"Then how about some Roy Orgeh, Orbeh, uh, Roy Orby...."
"Roy Orbison?" I asked.
"Yeah! Him!"
Th'elf said, "That's definitely not old-school goth. We don't have any of that."
"Oh, then what's old-school golf?" (Yes, I'm sure she said 'golf.')
"Stuff like The Cure, Bauhaus, The Mission, Sisters of Mercy," said Th'elf.
"You mean like 80s stuff?"
"Sure."
"Well, I don't see how you can call that old-school golf. Fine, then. If it's 80s, I want to hear Madonna."
Sigh....
I'd forgotten this aspect of DJing.
snowy_kathryn and I just got back from the medical clinic, where we both received bad news regarding our feet. About three months ago, Kathryn cut her foot on a broken beer bottle. We removed glass from her foot, and when it didn't seem to be healing properly a month later, she went to a doctor who told her it was normal. It is nowhere near normal. There's a huge, red, hard painful lump on her foot, and she's always experiencing stabbing pains in it. He said that any glass in her foot would be "absorbed by her body."
What?
The doctor today didn't even look at it when he gave her his first professional opinion: "I don't know why you'd think there's glass in your foot."
Because she had a bunch of glass stab into her foot, dolt.
But when she insisted, he decided to send her for xrays, and of course there's a big piece of glass deep in her foot, amongst bones and scar tissue. And now she has to go in for complicated surgery to remove that glass.
And as for me, well, I'm just plain doomed, because I have a bone spur. Apparently, nothing that can be done for it aside from taking painkillers, icing it when needed, and avoiding anything that sets it off (which apparently includes both walking and sleeping, because it hurts like a bitch when I lie down. Sitting is ok, though).
I saw the spur on the xray. My heel, instead of being nice and round, has a nice, sharp, pointy bit stabbing out. It's the source of the mysterious, and not insignificant, foot pain which began Monday night.
The doctor told me that the spur was likely caused by repetitive movement, so I should quit dance. But how can my dance, which is much lower in impact than regular walking, be causing my bone spur?
I am not quitting dance. I'll quit my job (which is certainly harder on the feet: I'm constantly walking, twisting, and standing on concrete) before I'll quit dance. Now, more than ever before, I must find a different job--apparently one with less movement.
I need to do more research on this bone spur thing. Do you have bone spurs? How do you work with 'em?
And contrary to Kathryn's beliefs, pizza will not cure our feet.
"Um, excuse me."
"Yes?"
"Can you play music that people who aren't here can dance to?"
This just about broke my brain. Drunk logic always astounds me. After a bit of quizzing,
And then a glam-looking blonde showed up. "Excuse me," she said. "Is there a theme to tonight's music?"
"Yes," said
"Oh! Then can you play some Billie Holiday?"
Surprised, Th'elf said, "Oh, uh, I'm afraid I don't have any with me. Anything else?"
"Ok, then, how about Elvis?"
My eyebrows raised. "Elvis isn't at all old-school goth."
"Then how about some Roy Orgeh, Orbeh, uh, Roy Orby...."
"Roy Orbison?" I asked.
"Yeah! Him!"
Th'elf said, "That's definitely not old-school goth. We don't have any of that."
"Oh, then what's old-school golf?" (Yes, I'm sure she said 'golf.')
"Stuff like The Cure, Bauhaus, The Mission, Sisters of Mercy," said Th'elf.
"You mean like 80s stuff?"
"Sure."
"Well, I don't see how you can call that old-school golf. Fine, then. If it's 80s, I want to hear Madonna."
Sigh....
I'd forgotten this aspect of DJing.
What?
The doctor today didn't even look at it when he gave her his first professional opinion: "I don't know why you'd think there's glass in your foot."
Because she had a bunch of glass stab into her foot, dolt.
But when she insisted, he decided to send her for xrays, and of course there's a big piece of glass deep in her foot, amongst bones and scar tissue. And now she has to go in for complicated surgery to remove that glass.
And as for me, well, I'm just plain doomed, because I have a bone spur. Apparently, nothing that can be done for it aside from taking painkillers, icing it when needed, and avoiding anything that sets it off (which apparently includes both walking and sleeping, because it hurts like a bitch when I lie down. Sitting is ok, though).
I saw the spur on the xray. My heel, instead of being nice and round, has a nice, sharp, pointy bit stabbing out. It's the source of the mysterious, and not insignificant, foot pain which began Monday night.
The doctor told me that the spur was likely caused by repetitive movement, so I should quit dance. But how can my dance, which is much lower in impact than regular walking, be causing my bone spur?
I am not quitting dance. I'll quit my job (which is certainly harder on the feet: I'm constantly walking, twisting, and standing on concrete) before I'll quit dance. Now, more than ever before, I must find a different job--apparently one with less movement.
I need to do more research on this bone spur thing. Do you have bone spurs? How do you work with 'em?
And contrary to Kathryn's beliefs, pizza will not cure our feet.
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Date: 2006-08-31 06:47 pm (UTC)From:I am not bragging, I've said all that to say this--if you want something badly enough, don't let anyone tell you you can't do it. But, you do need to take special care of yourself, which means realigning your life a bit. I teach dance class twice a week. On those days I do not go grocery shopping or do long exercise routines, because then I will be in huge pain later on. If you have the time, read the link here:
http://jadedmyrrhmaid.livejournal.com/203065.html
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Date: 2006-08-31 07:08 pm (UTC)From:I went to the dentist some years ago to see about getting my wisdom teeth removed. Before I so much as opened my mouth, he said, "I don't understand why you think your wisdom teeth are coming in."
Me: "Um, b/c when I open my mouth I can SEE THEM."
Him *poking said wisdom teeth with metal dentistry implement of doom*: "Oh, yeah. It happens that you are right."
head*desk
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Date: 2006-09-01 01:22 am (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2006-08-31 07:19 pm (UTC)From:least she almost said "Oghr"!
I am sorry you have a bone spur, but at least you
are becoming a velociraptor. zombiena has talons
growing from her toes, and has actually caused bleed-
ing wounds with them before. I also had a girlfriend
who had a huge horn emerging from the back of her
head, and would routinely plunge it into my eye. So
the moral here is that you can still probably find
someone to love you...freak.
I would get a second opinion. That guy is obviously
a dolt.
Oh, and also I know a guy who had bone spurs impin-
ging on the spinal cord in his neck, and he is a
very miserable man. He also makes girl on girl porn.
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Date: 2006-09-01 05:02 am (UTC)From:I think I'll go and listen to some old school golf now...
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Date: 2006-09-02 04:27 pm (UTC)From:Rammstein - Bestrafe Mich
Skinny Puppy - Brak Talk
Ministry - Land of Rape and Honey
Front 242 - Tragedy for You
Bigod 20 - The Bog
Project Pitchfork - Alpha Omega
Covenant - Replicant
Front Line Assembly - Mindphaser
Delerium - Flowers Become Screens
(request) Depeche Mode - A Pain That I'm Used To
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Date: 2006-09-03 01:02 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-09-01 06:06 am (UTC)From:Why do you hang out with space aliens, Shanlet? Maybe that's what caused your bone spur: Your Space Alien Friend.
You can't argue with logic.
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Date: 2006-09-01 12:30 pm (UTC)From:Worked like a charm - in two days with the new insoles I had absolutely no pain and its never acted up again.
I think you may want to find an actual family doctor up there. They may actually give a shit.
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Date: 2006-09-02 05:51 pm (UTC)From:I have heard that there is success with shaving down the pointy parts of the bone spur...but that is an operation and there are risks to be weighed with that decision to be sure.
I'm sorry that your feet are troubling you - I feel your pain. I have acute plantar faciitis and I know what it's like to be crippled with blinding foot agony.
Keep on fighting!