Today I wore 3lb. ankle weights on my wrists all day.

Mytinerary- get it?? .....:(

what started as a 7 pm practice turned into :

 7pm-7  45 pm- set up equipment

7 45 - 8 10- watch Caps make pasta...learn how to make Vodka sauce, eat pasta, drink vodka

                     I didnt drink the Vodka but it seemed to flow with that statement...

                     I did sip on a beer from 8pm until 9 pm. which leads me to-

8 10- 9- sipped on a beer while listening to a demo of the music we were going to be playing.

9- 9 30- tasty treats and music

9 30- 9 34- Keim shows me the difference between what I'm playing and what should be                                  played.

9 34-9 40- play the song over again, swearing at myself, not for being clueless about the parts                       being played, but more about the fact that apparently i'm not good enough to fake it                     like I thought.

9 40-9 44-  see 9 30 -9 40

9 44- 10-    ran through  two more songs of which I had a little better of an idea. Caps dad                               watched us...I dont know why, but I started overthinking the parts when his dad was                     down there. Some of the thoughts running through my head: (keep in mind all these                     thoughts shot through my brain in a matter of seconds, just on a repeating loop)

                      "I need to get this right or I wont be able to justify my lack of ambition towards                            anything  besides music" "I bet you he saw Geddy Lee growing up, wow, he must                          think i'm shit" "he's probably thinking he can play this bass better than me" "did I                        just miss a note?" " the way he's bobbing his head seems like he's into the drums                         and guitar..." "maybe if I can turn down really subtly."

10-11           Listen to some music. some I've heard, some I havent. Sondre Lerche , The faces                            down quartet, Cornelius, Caps solo stuff (amazing) . Hookah time. <--- thats not a                        band. Caps took out his...ball python? i'm not quite sure if thats the right name but                      I was too distracted by the 287393 foot snake in my face. Of course it was in a                                snake cage...snake tank? well I think it was  a tank since it had glass walls and I                              think thats what makes a tank a tank and a cage a cage.  All I know is that you put a                      bird in a tank, it'll die 10 out of 10 times. And those are exact stats from a personal                      experiment.

11-12            try new guitar tones. stare at the snake from a safe distance.

                     Caps takes out a baguette , adds garlic, crushed pepper, oil. Who the fuck is                                    Macaroni Grill??

12-12 30      My car gets stuck ON the road...on the FLAT road.. can a car do that?  I'll tell you,                         yes. dont they just roll forward or backwards naturally?... cant go forward or                                backwards. Put it in reverse, gun it. nothing

                     Drive. Gas. Nothing.

                     Reverse. nothing. Drive. nothing. Reverse. Drive. Reverse. Drive.

                      nothing. 

                      Kiem, Caps and I try everything... Put cardboard under the tires for grip...I hit                               reverse and the cardboard shoots forward at the top speed for a 2 ft by 2 ft square                         of cardboard. next. two planks of wood. two planks of fucking no help was what                             they were. I thought about peeing under the tires to melt the ice. I mean, I had to                         pee at that point anyway. I held off from that idea for now.  We tried pushing it up                       and down while hitting reverse. I remember wishing I had superhuman strength or                       a time machine. Or maybe shape shifting capabilities...change into some salt...or the AAA guy? I dont know... 

Keim was nice enough to call AAA for me and they said they would be there in about      an hour...

we had some more tasty treats which in turn made me soooo hungry..and i remembered that I had  a candy bar in the car. (woohoo! Personal Victory yeah!) So I go to my car and there it is....right next to the emergency brake , which was engaged and had been since i parked my car there earlier that evening....

YOU MEAN CARS MOVE BETTER ON ICE AND IN GENERAL WHEN THE PARKING BRAKE ISNT ENGAGED? OH....I'LL GIVE THAT A SHOT THEN...

"Hey man"

"hey dude...why are oyu calling me?"

"oh, cuz I just left the house"

"like, you walked?"

"oh...yeah, no, the uh-parking brake was on the whole time...i got my car unstuck...thanks for calling AAA...i guess you can tell them not to come"

"fuck that, i'm just gonna get the fuck out of here before he gets here"

"truuuuuuuuuuu....well thanks again, peace man"

so the good news is that there was a clear cut lesson this time...dont use your parking brake on ice...for anything ever, it probably wont help with anything that you'll need it for...

some other tips:

Cut up some of your old pictures and make a puzzle of out them

Nail a backscratcher to the wall for constant/easy access

Urine, although warm, will freeze pretty quickly so...

When urine freezes, it doesnt smell like urine so bad

When frozen urine thaws out,  it smells like urine sooo bad.

This isnt a tip, but rather, question of the day:

Unicorns were give a sharp horn right on the top of their heads...I feel like they were hiding something....

maybe next time i'll actually have a question.

          

Great Eggspectations

I thought I heard thunder earlier and started thinking if Snow/lightning storms were possible...at the same time, you know?

But by the time I actually thought about it, I realized it was the cats running up and down our hollow staircase...I still cant tell if they're playing or fighting.  But can you ever really tell when people are playing or fighting? Sometimes, definitely, but other times definitely not.

On a side note, I've recently been worrying about keeping any wireless devices on my lap or near my face for fear of radiation leading to cancer. I heard that since your phone is constantly sending out a signal, it emits a certain amount of...cancer rays...dont quote me on the cancer rays because thats not what i heard exactly. When I have a wireless device on my person somewhere, i swear I can feel a stinging pain in that local area...its not medical or scientific or even an actual pain, Its just something i'm CONCERNED about.

I had an idea for a show last night and i've always wanted to create one / write/ act  so I wrote down some Ideas last night and told Gianni, one of my roommates and he said he really wanted to do something like that as well. So today we brainstormed and came up with two character development drafts and some scene ideas and a basic overall idea of where the show should start and finish. I'm really excited. 

Just once I want someone to walk in a room while i'm plyaing  a song and when I finish have them go "thats badass, who is that?" 

"ME"  ITS FUCKING ME. THERE WAS NOTHING BUT A QUIET ROOM BEFORE I STARTED CREATING THIS SONG...I CREATED SOMETHING FROM SCRATCH.

I want to create something from scratch that makes people wish they made it.

I want them to get a bit bitter towards me because they're jealous...

Honesty is the best policy right? Whew, good.

Lets see.................work is cool...I bring my laptop to work, I bring my guitar to work...I bring books to work. I go to the record store at work, I sleep sometimes at work...I watch movies, cook clean and eat at work...Its not all that bad...If I wasnt being paid less than a 20's chimney sweet i'd think about staying there for good. Alas, its a job and not a career...

The place where I work used to be a funeral home...they had funerals in what is now the library...They embalmed people in the basement where I do laundry and write songs.  

The attic? I'm not sure what they used the attic for...but it gets really gold. I like to look at people walking on the sidewalk from the attic window. Just in case there is someone like me who likes to look in the top windows of old houses in hopes to see a ghoulish figure. I'm just letting people see what I know i'd like to see.  

And thats hopefully what the show my roommate and I are going to create will be about. Stuff that I'd like to see but never really ahve.. Or maye we'll create something that no one cares about because they're not as invested in our time wasting as we are..

NO....Its gonna be balls (not literally...but as in synonymous with fun/awesome ..funsome)

Our Show is going to be FUNSOME

that sounds like what  a kidnapper would demand if he asked for  monopoly money  only.

Do you think that if a kidnapper kidnapped someone and also took a ransom but then got caught, he would get charged with some type of extortion or money laundering? thought of that one while someone was talking to me about ....i dont know,  the moon or, digging on the moon, or, geology or soemthing... 

So I was hanging out with....what can her name be????lets see...it cant be her real name obviously...hmmm...Chloe? lets use that for now...I was hangint out with Chloe the other day and it was the first time it wasnt just for a movie...there was no movie at all actually. It was a really good time, it actually felt like we were friends rather than two people sneaking around to hang out. Only meeting for late night movies will kinda make you feel that way. 

But anyway, I was running down a list of invention ideas that I've had that have either been invented already or ...i dont know...i'm just too lazy to create. Here are the highlights:

 

"The 'Vest' a pet can get" - A fashionable velcro vest for your cat or dog to wear either around the house or out and about...the velcro vest allows you to stick your favorite things to your favorite pet...that way you always have your favorites nearby...(example, sticking  some velcro to a pack of gum and attaching it to your furry buddy. so its at least always somewhere.

         "The tie light!"-   *Jingle*  Star light, star bright, but not as bright as my  fucking tie! YEAH!" You know...a light to have..on your tie...because, if you wear ties...you're not going to lose it while you're in your car looking at a map , or trying to fit a crack rock into your pipe...but now...your light can go wherever your tie goes. Great for camping trips, AND you'll never get made fun of for being a "city slicker" suck it townsfolk!

 Does your dog or cat get into trouble? Is your invisible fence not working because now your animal knows where he can cause trouble and where he cant? Is he adopting a cocky attitude and a patronizing tone with you? Well now theres the "Invisible fence with constantly moving boundaries"  Keep your smartass pet on its toes and in fear! with the "IFWCMB"

coming next will probably be my Cat Calls idea:

     Cat Calls! Got an independent cat? Are you always on the go? Well now you can rest assured with Cat Calls, the first and probably only cat cell phone...

"Cat Calls. What? Like cat therapists are any more valid?"

Oh man...i'm napping until the sun sets and then rises again. 

Records in my CD Player:

Belle and Sebastian "Dear Catastrophe Waitress"

Microphones "Mount Eerie"

Saturday Looks good to me "fill up the room"

Pulp NonFiction

I think everyones taste or preference for something comes from an initial, subconscious comparison to someone they know, envy, respect or hate. 

That being said, I'll tell you about what happened this morning...

I woke up and started reading Pulp..Bukowski didnt take shit from anyone. Even though he wasnt a huge guy or a popular guy, he wasnt afraid of anyone. Maybe because he had nothing to lose. I read a few pages and had to be off to work.

I stop at Dunkin Donuts for my usual...medium hazelnut and a croissant with one piece of cheese. I get my croissant and then decide to get a paper. So I grabbed the paper which was 50 cents, took out a dollar and  while the kid had the drawer open giving the asshole in front of me his change. I say "hey, when you get a chance, could you just give me 50 cents?" and i put the dollar down.  

Asshole turns around "you wanna wait until he gives me change buddy?!!?" 

This caught me offguard. Usually I would get the feeling that i was going to throw up because confrontation and I have never formally been introduced. 

But then the subconscious comparison came and I thought "WWCBD?"

Yeah, Charles Bukowski wouldnt take shit from this man in his 40's..

"no actually I dont want to wait, i'm in a rush and i just got out of line!" I snapped back.

" You got a problem?!" he turns his whole body around toward me.. I cant believe the vomit hasnt found its way up my stomach and out my nose yet! Oh yeah thats right, i havent eaten yet and I guess bile is a little more navigationally impaired than actual vomit. 

"Yeah, I DO have a problem!" These were the last words in me, I couldnt see how any more words could be thrown around without some type of physical violence (at least thats what movies led me to believe)  

I was expecting a fist but got a "YAH!" as he grunted , turning around and storming out of Dunkin Donuts...he continued to power walk to his car, got in, and squealed out of the parking lot...I could see a huge "Portland Boxing" decal on the back of his truck, haha (nervous laughter)...

Well...did ..did I just win that?....that um...you know, whatever it would be labeled as? Because, with every conflict, if  one person retreats, that leaves one winner right? Winner by default? Well guess what, if there was a winner, it was me.

I told my dad that story and before I could finish he said "WRONG (like I just Bobby was the name of the Beatles drummer or something) ...you were wrong...you should've waited."

Well guess what dad...you're a waiter, i'm a...waiter who will let you know what I think when I think it...that doesnt seem so paternally defiant..It did in my head. Anyway, the point is that I was very proud of the way I stood up for what I thought was...not so much right, as much as "ok".  and my dad didnt.  A year ago, that would've upset me...but not now...If i was so similar to my father at this point i'd feel like I was a reincarnate of someone who still had the ability to watch my on a daily basis. Fortunately, I see him about once a month so the comparisons arent drawn too often. 

I saw a movie last night. It was rubbish. I had company. It was great. 

I'm kinda glad I saw a crappy movie because i'd feel worse if we talked through a good one...

I never thought I was one of those people who talked during a movie. And before you stop reading my blog forever because I'm one of those people, let me justify my case...

     The movie sucked...

I was whispering...

   The whispers were more entertaining than the movie.

So yeah, the night was actually really good. I'm thinking the two of us may have to check out another bad movie soon...

Thanks Mr. Bukowski

Fuck you Dunkin Donuts guy...it was words this time...next time they're louder words

one step at a time..

In my CD Player:

  Band of Horses

Neutral Milk Hotel

   Tegan and Sara

Mr. Eerie

Children swarm the blue swings and the downward sloping red tubes as if they were ants with glucose habits placed on sugar cubes...

 thoughts like this (see title above) happen while you're in the middle of a conversation with someone at work for no reason. Well it did for me today...I dont know...I could sit down and try to think of something like this for hours with nothing...I could put on some "pure moods" CD's,  light some incense, spark a jazz cigarette, eventually  take off "pure moods" and put on some classical music, or maybe some Miles Davis "Kind of Blue"...

     But no...the pinnacle of my creativity comes in the middle of a random medial task, whether it be, doing the dishes, or putting my laundry away or  speaking to someone who recently covered up a tattoo of his ex girlfriends name with a tattoo of his CURRENT girlfriends name...I wish he'd think about competing for a Darwin award....anyway, last week I was speaking to...no, i'd say more, "listeningish" to tattoo dude when I started thinking about past relationships and thought:

"the shadows are still here, from when you said you'd stay but you cant. At first they were sun-caused, but now they're cast by the lamp."

I dont know...I guess I just dont understand how the mind works the way it does. Maybe i'm just saying...toot toot.

So my band of 3 years has broken up. The only problem is , we still have one more show to play and it isnt until Valentines Day. Which will be kind of ironic due to the fact that its V day and because it will be 3 years to the day of our first show to our last show...I guess it was meant to happen. It was just feeling stagnant you know? No , you probably dont know. Well i'll tell you...It was feeling stagnant. We were on our 4th or 5th drummer so we were constantly teaching the songs to new people, and when they'd get comfortable with the songs, they'd quit or we'd kick them out...its too bad but their problems were:

          Drummer 1: was in highschool at the time, couldnt tour with us. Also more of a straight forward pounding the drums kinda guy when we departed towards a more complex sound, mostly originated by--

          Drummer 2:  AMAZING drummer. The best i've heard personally. Very jazzy, knew theory inside and out. However, we called him Jim Morrison...he was a space cadet. I'll never forget the show where he left about 30 mins before we were supposed to go on so he could get a cymbal.  Well, we had to play 2 songs without a drummer. Let me tell you, drummers are there for a reason. Where did he go for so long? "dude, I lost track of time and I thought I had more time than I thought, and I stopped and got a burrito." which led to--

          Drummer 3:  Truth is, I dont remember much of him...he apparently played one show with us. I think he left the band because he was getting married or something? that was cute. He was forgettable and i'm thankful for that , because--

           Drummer 4:  was the SHIT! He was drummer 2's friend, so drummer 2 taught this guy how to play all of his complex parts, and he actually got it! He was right on for the most part. Unfortunately, he felt he should be getting paid at each show, but we were currently $10,000 in debt from our previous two records. (woo! go indie labels!) so we were like "hey man...if WE dont get to take money home, you dont get shit." he didnt like that, and he also said he didnt really like the music...which hurt. Thats like being with a girl for 6 months and you're like "i cant believe i found someone like this...we have so much in common and we're so alike!" and then she says "oh, I cant do this...yeah...its your personality...I just dont like, who you are" no offense. Guess what..YES offense....lots of offense.. and no offense but--

          Drummer 5:  Just didnt have it. Really nice guy. Really nice drum set. Really...tried for a while. He did. AND we did.  He tried to play and we tried to coach him along. It just wasnt meant to be. I feel like he knew that we were a higher calibur of musician (toot toot) and it made him uncomfortable and though he tried...it was just ...off. Its very unsettling to not have a word to describe how you're feeling even though you're feeling a certain way very strongly.  But we just played with him last night, which is OUR second to last show...but its his last...he just doesnt know it yet.  Thanks for trying bud, we're going to the store for a pack of smokes...we'll be right back, promise...

          Drummer 6:  For our last show ever, which is on Valentines Day, we have a drummer sitting in with us. His name is DJ and he's been playing with our lead singer (lets call him Judas)  and apparently they've had a "side project" for a while now which is now is main band...So lets call DJ, Yoko.

Yoko will be playing with us for our last show. which feels like My Mom and Dad just split and the same day her "friend" or your "uncle"  DJ (Yoko) shows up to take YOU to the zoo. Its like...It smells like animal shit. I want my mom. And who are you?

But anyway, I'm viewing this as a blessing in disguise. I'm starting a new band with my roommate and our lead guitarist from the freshly separated band...He's got some really cool ideas. I'm thinking a mix between Sonic Youth, Band of Horses, Stars and The Shins.  

It sounds cheesy, but I honestly feel like you can learn something from every situation you are involved in. Whether you think you know the lesson already or not, keep your eyes open and your ear to the ground. You'll be a better person for it. So what is the lesson? I dont know...one mans trash is-- no...

Every new beginning comes from some other beginn---no, thats semisonic

Lets just stick with "keep your eyes open and keep your ear to the ground"

Music in my CD player today:

Stars

Sondre Lerche

Microphones

The Velvet Underground

The Great Salt Lake

So i've been in the studio since....Saturday? Literally all day, every day...I got written up at work for skipping out in order to go to the studio...how rock n' roll am I?  -3758 points for asking that question... sorry...  Anyway, its been kinda fun. Tracking bass (my baby) and drums was chill...but vocals and overdubbing are teeeeeeedious! I dont have the patience for that type of stuff yet...i just want to be a hired gun that comes into the studio, rips the bass lines like a jackrabbit tearing at an ocelots flesh. 

       In the one hour i've been home, I've heard through my wall:

 "The Great Salt Lake" -Band of Horses, but played by my roommate

         Fucking,  Dashboard Confessional...I havent heard that in 3 years, and it was my choice. 

                Dane Cook....He was funny before he tried to turn into fuckin....umm....Adam Sandler?

Ok, so I didnt think of a proper comparison before I started ranting, but i'm applying a new technique to my blog so you can get the FULL , RAW experience that is Sebastian Tigermilk. I'm going to not use the backspace key at all...Whether I misspell something or just write something that I think is stupid, i'm just gonna keep going.  

Dashboard got me all depressed...and I heard that the singer Chris Carraba (I was into them back in 2003 remember?) is only like 5'2"...I dont think thats hereditary , I think thats a defect of some sort...Danny DeVito. He's another one...like 4'11"... yoU know who ELSE is 4'11"? Yup, you got it, Shakira...Enough about Shakira,  I promised someone that I wouldn't talk about her anymore...and She promised the same thing...its funny, we have pretty much all common interests...Not Shakira and I, the person I promised I wouldnt talk about Shakira. Its great,  we first discovered we had the same taste in music (The  Shins, White Stripes, Stars, The Beatles, Beck etc...) She's told me about a few bands that i'd never heard of which is a surprise for me because I pride myself on my eclectic mix of music...maybe not eclectic....more like, lets see...the Thesaurus is telling me that I want to say "a multitude of records" So yeah, she's showed me some good stuff which not many people were doing lately. It seems like everyone around town likes radio rock 

      Radio Rock- Nickelback, Creed, Hinder, Evanesence,  general crap, where you can actually predict chord changes and melodies in the song before you even hear it through a full song...

As I was saying, great taste in music, movies too and TV Shows...Like I said, it feels  like we share the same mind sometimes...Its odd, but in a comforting way, besides, we're odd anyway. 

So my roommate just keeps walking into my room and talking about....stuff not interesting enough for me to remember what he was saying when he came in here...usually i'd listen, but I cant do two things at once...I really cant...I secretly envy people who can listen to a record and paint or something along those lines...I cant carry on a conversation and watch TV or talk and blog...I dont even like walking and talking...not so much because i'm afraid i'll trip and fall as much as, I like to observe my surroundings.. Is that weird? if i'm walking down the street, I like to look at the peaks of houses, usually there is a tiny window at the peak which i'm guessing is located in the attic...i like to look at the peaks of houses because maybe i'll see someone or something looking back at me...i'm keeping my mind open, I hear ghosts can be visible if you keep your mind open to the idea of them existing, which I do...So I like to look in attic windows while I walk by houses...I like watching squirrels, especially ones that chase each other...I dont know...little things like that seem to be what I tend to focus on. 

          

Well i know I had more to say...

oh yeah! So this band, Microphones, I really dig them, and I found out that someone I met a couple months ago, is friends with the singer because she used to live in Portland, Oregon...I just thought that was really cool..to anyone that cares...Check out the band Crystal Skulls and Jeff Buckley if you havent already...

oh yeah, and she...the one I share brains with (i'm going to need to find a name for her...a "blog" name...thats how it goes right? Because I have the feeling that she's going to be mentioned a few times.) told me about this greeeeeaaat book  "Perfect from Now on: how indie rock saved my life"  I think i got the title right...readers and non readers alike...check it out if you know whas good for you...mang.

How did I do??

Wait Wait!! Save it because I reeeeeeeaaaaaaaaally dont care!!!! :) :) yay! :) :) 

In my CD/Record player today:

The Raconteurs 

Ryan Adams      

Spoon

The Felice Brothers

Sondre Lerche

This took 3 hours...THATS how its going.

Its midnight. I'm writing because I have this feeling that if I dont write anything for more than a week, then I wont write on this thing anymore. I cant really open up with this environment.  Everything feels forced. I going to keep typing even though I know i'm going to scrap this.... 

Lets see...maybe If I introduce myself to everyone, maybe it'll just be you.  

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!

 I swear sometimes.

Lets see. I play in a band. Bass.

I love good music. And yes, although there are many types of music, they eventually get divided into Good music and Bad Music.

I hate bad music...I dont know, some people seem to like it though. 

I want to go up to that guy at the record store in the mall buying the "Nickelbacks Greatest Hits" or "Creed Covers CHRISTmas" and say  "so what do you enjoy most about bad music?" 

I'm such a snide asshole. 

But anyway,  there is hope.  If you're unfamiliar with Belle and Sebastian , check them out. If you're familiar with them already, i'm sorry for mentioning them so often. 

"The Model" off of  the album "fold your hands child, you walk like a peasant" has some type of cosmic hold on me and makes me smile soooo much!

I started to get a zit on my chin....how old am I??  I thought once "picture day" became a thing of the past, so did Acne, Backne, and any other type of zit. apparently I was mistaken. 

I just played a video game called Call of Duty 4 Modern Warfare. This game was fucking great! ( and I didnt even vote for George Bush!)

But anyway, Anti had beaten me really bad at it the first time I played which was two days ago...so we started playing and I won every single time..Like...It was awkward because he started to come undone...His night was kinda shot from there on out...What made matters worse was when things got really bleak for him, I had been killing him all night and he made one last like comment about how much he hated this game and I let out this nervous laugh. ( I was really uncomfortable!) and then he was like "fuck you" and I think he said it half joking...but that means he was half serious...

So luckily Gianni came home from working the midnight shift and he owned the game  and he also destroyed me the other day when i first played. 

So Gianni and I played and I beat him pretty badly too!

So basically...i'm a gamer...I didnt choose it, I was born into it.  There can only be one highlander...ya know?

So thats it on that front.

Going into the studio on Saturday to record for 5 days....Oh yeah, I forgot to tell work about it...Havent told the band that I have to work...Havent told work about the band even existing (this band is a side project just started up)     

I think I thrive on conflict and thats why I havent taken action. Argggg.

AAAAAAnyway..

I have a problem with say "aaaaanyway" when i'm transitioning into another paragraph...or letting someone know i'm about to go to bed.

Things are going pretty well. Are you not supposed to tell people your new years resolutions? Or is it just with wishes you dont tell so they eventually come true..?

Well my resolutions are as follows:

No more McDonalds (maybe breakfast sometime as a treat for waking up before 10 30)

support myself and my decisions more. 

Jog?  

NO, fuck that, i'm DEFINITELY jogging this year... I have to...I'm getting the spare tire..ya know?

The spare tire?

Someone just said "goodnight sweet pea" and I responded "sweet dreams dreams doll hair". God i'm fucking awesome...

I used 'God' and 'fucking' in the same sentence. Thats double points for me . 

I stubbed my toe on a rail from a bed frame that was lying disassembled on my floor and the first thing that came out of my mouth was "Godfuck!" 

Im not bragging or anything, i'm just saying. 

 Oh yeah, back to my resolutions. so we're at :

Less McDonalds

More Supportive of #1

Jog...FOR SURE

Find someone to share my boredom with in exchange for their boredom. 

they have to like good music because, you know some people need someone who is financially secure, or someone who ...I dont know, fuckin cooks or something. 

I want someone with good taste in the Fine Arts in general...movies, shows, music...and cooking isnt a bad trade either. I should learn. I should learn to change my own oil first though. Or should that come second?

I guess a homemade dinner would be more romantic than a free oil change on a first date. 

So lets see, into GOOD music (remember we talked about this?)

Good movies

Good shows

Open to unfamiliar and zany things

Hilarious 

sarcastic

Playing an instrument of some sort would be great...

Ok...i'm looking forward to meeting my hilariously sarcastic musician girlfriend in 2008!!!

Good luck

Oh, I never answered that did...an example of Good music would be the band  Field Music...there you go, thats all you get for now