Update

There will be an indefinite hold on Poetry Sunday until either you or I can convince me of a reason to continue writing it. The same may go for the blog in general, I haven't decided yet. As it no longer seems to provide any sort of outlet for my frustrations and I still have my journal who I've neglected for quite some time. PS for sure has been disbanded as of today (technically last week) and "Around the Gills" is awaiting further orders. Convince me otherwise. You have one week.

Not Much Going

Here's some Phoenix. This is "Consolation Prizes"

Ya filthy animals.

Better Luck

Another thing that I wouldn't mind doing to my future children/grandchildren.

HOLY COW!

I FINALLY FOUND A VIDEO OF IT! THE SONG THAT THIS BLOG IS NAMED AFTER! Now, I know that you can't really hear the lyrics as it's the drummer's camera, but I'll post them for you so that you can kind of keep up. It's the only video I've been able to find of this song anywhere. Apparently it wasn't good enough to make the cut for their reissue of the album on the Barsuk label, but I found it to be one of their most heartfelt and one of (if not) their best songs. And just so you know, I was about to write a long 'ol thing about how people don't take me seriously and respect and courtesy are often thrown out the window and if people were just up-front with me then I wouldn't really have a problem, but then I found this video and I thought that it explained so much more and I was happy. So, without any more dilly-dallying, here it is, "Around the Gills" (lyrics below).



I wrote this down because I knew I was through and my heart's been tough to beat and it's all making sense. There is no sense in making believe there's something else to be seen. You couldn't make it go away if it was meant to be.

It comes down to a fundamental age-old principle: it should never hurt unless you know. But I'll always see what I always want.

If only I could be doubtless for a while instead of me.

I could never really consider it a problem, nor should I. It's only what you make of it, right? Kind of keeps you focused, kind of helps you see, kind of makes you realize who you want to be.

Such a sensitive child with such fruitless tastes. He'll make it all worthwhile. He'll make the perfect case. What an insensitive smile. What an impermeable face. I'm so easily riled, I could never keep this pace.

I want it to be recognized that I'll never make your scene and this will not be heard until the ground will grow over me.

Damnit, Billy

Why can't you just write love songs all the time? Why do you have to be a recovering socialist? Why?! WHY?!

This Looks Amazing

I AM THE PO-LICE! YOU HAVE TO DO WHAT I SAY!

I can't wait.

YES!

Unreleased Birdmonster songs coming out the day of the hard copy of the album! One of which is Forever Gone! I know none of you know the song, but it's absolutely amazing! Could the other one be "Yuma"? Or "I Won't Be Long"? Or maybe another one? DAMNIT, I CAN'T FINISH THE IN-STUDIO AS I HAVE A DENTIST'S APPOINTMENT!

Iditarod

GYAHAHAHA!

In-Studio

By Birdmonster in a few minutes here. Check them out on San Francisco's Bagel Radio. Copy paste this madness and tune in: www.bagelradio.com then just click on the "listen here" thing and you're all set.

Quite An Amazing Day

Yes, a ride along occurred on this fine day (technically yesterday) and there's much to be said and many laughs were had from the evening, but as I'm drained and tired, I'm simply going to rest for now and will have something for you tomorrow (today). I haven't decided as to whether or not I'm going to use my "Emergency Blanket" to-nite or go with the regular blankets. That space age technology is pretty tempting. Anywho, I'll leave you all with the best quote/advice from to-nite (and possibly ever) which comes from uncle Jim through the voice of 2nd cousin Bryan. "Never trust a fart and never let an erection go to waste."

Regulars

Would my regular readers please stop by and say hello in the comments section. And I'm not talking about you people who I know about (the 4 of you (yes, my minionship is growing)) I'm talking about the people reading this who have no idea whatsoever who I am. I'd like to meet you folks. Drop by, tell me something about yourselves, make yourselves known. And those of you who I know about, say "hi" once in a while, it gets lonely on the webterspacenets.

Sigh

1:35. Just...1:35. I really need to stop listening to depressing music that tells me I'll never have a chance.

Paul Newman

That's about it.

So...

RIDE ALONG TOMORROW!

Dentist

Well, I guess for not having been to the dentist in an estimated 10-14 years I'm not doing too poorly, just one cavity and I need to do a better job of brushing my upper right back molar. And apparently the slight yellow tint on my teeth is a sign of strong teeth rather than a bad job at brushing. My mouth still looks like it's some sort of rock formation, though. I guess we have to see whether or not my insurance covers braces. Christ, they'd better offer that invisalign crap.

Anyways, I've got more work to take care of, such as getting Marionette into proper running condition with the headlights and all. But first I'm going to eat something delicious in celebration of somewhat healthy teeth. And on an unrelated note, here's the video to The Kooks's song "Sway." As I've said before, I hate their music videos, but I like their music. Enjoy.

The Kooks - Sway - Official Video

Actually, on that I think that you can sum up all of the Kooks's music videos in this way: Shots of the band walking, shots of the band playing, close ups of Paul singing in his overly serious singing face. All of which are quick transitions, but of all the same thing. Sure, they might try to highlight it with other things such as a film reel or whatnot, but take all of that out and you have the same music video over and over again. Jeez, I should get paid to direct these things, it seems so damned easy.

Sigh

So, I guess I'm going to stay ugly for a little while longer. Anyways, I won't complain about my dental situation right now. I'll just tell you all about stuff that I've been meaning to talk about. And honestly, I was afraid of my brother stumbling upon my blog which is why I held out on a particular post, but I honestly don't really give a crap right now. So, let me copy/paste what I was going to write the other day and I'll tell you if my predictions were right.

"As you all know (or not) I'm going up to the mountains tomorrow. And as you also know, the mountains happen to be my place of relaxation and stress relief. Now, there's one thing that might possibly ruin that, and that one thing has a name. Its name is Jason.

For those of you unaware, that would be my brother. Jason and I had a fight about a month ago and since the fight I guess you can say that things have gotten better between us, but there's one thing that I've never pegged him as. And that is an outdoorsman. When we were younger he was the one who always complained about the trips we'd take to the mountains. He never really seemed to enjoy any time we spent in nature and loathed anything and everything we did with our parents (mainly because it's uncool to hang out with your folks...in his eyes, anyways). His biggest flaw when outdoors is his mouth (it's his biggest flaw all the time, actually), the kid doesn't shut up! He can take a perfectly serene moment and ruin it by saying something like "feces pizza" or singing "La Bamba" as "Langosta" (which is lobster in Spanish for those of you unfamiliar with the word) or simply complaining that his legs are tired or that it's hot or any minuscule thing after having only hiked a mile. At the camp site he'll undoubtedly ask me to play some trivial game with him while I'm sitting reading or enjoying the openness and freedom of only slightly tamed country.

Jason is an odd specimen. He recently asked me to join him on an excursion this winter break to a foreign land. He had found an offer from expedia.com promoting the Indiana Jones movie stating that you can follow in Indie's footsteps in several different continents with some gimmicky bull crap saying that you could ride elephants or go through the Amazon, blah, blah, blah. Again, I bring you to the previous paragraph stating that Jason has never enjoyed being one with nature. While I would love to venture to a foreign country this winter I neither have the funding nor the patience to deal with someone who has made me time and again want to rip out their jugular with sandpaper and a pair of pliers. I can only speculate as to his reasoning behind wanting to go on such a trip. My best bets are some machismo nonsense and/or some poor excuse for a spiritual quest. All I know is that afterwards he'd use his "experiences" in a foreign land to tell you (me) that you're (I'm) insignificant and worthless. And honestly, I don't need anyone but myself to tell me that.

But on the topic of trips out of the U.S. to a land over the sea or to the southern hemisphere I do plan on going. After graduation I plan on taking a "sabbatical" (as Scott's been calling it) to the UK and Spain. It'll be a two month adventure with no tour guides and no friends (maybe). I'm excited."

And now my blog is stuck in italics (now only part of it is, I kind of fixed it). Sigh. Anyways, was I correct in my assumptions? Undoubtedly, yes. The experience went as follows: We ate dinner at Carino's prior to fleeing civilization and it was there that he explained his plans for "adventure" and it had something to do with wanting to go on a planned excursion where he'd get to "do things" other than "walking." Apparently he can't plan a trip in the U.S. (not that I'm knocking that, I just find his reasoning to be ridiculous and nonsensical) and feels that a travel agency setting up excursions (tourist crap) would give him a worthwhile experience. I understand that we're dissimilar in our ways of experiencing new lands and environments (I'd much rather figure it out as I go along. Planning is so dull and uninteresting to me) and I can respect his need to have a plan, so good for him, it's what comes next that makes me question his desire to travel to a foreign land.

After the dinner and the drive up we of course had to pitch tents and such as it was the middle of the night and all were exhausted. See, I have the good fortune of being able to assemble a tent pretty quickly as they're essentially a disassemble-able rod with small metallic stakes to drive into the ground. It's as straightforward as you can make it. I honestly don't think he would have been able to pitch the tent properly or in a timely manner had I not been there. I awoke the next morning to something to the likening of "what's up poop-face." Now, from an outsider's perspective it's pretty hilarious that a 22-year old man would use such childish sayings, but when you hear it over...and over...and over...for several years (minutes) it kind of loses it's umph (we're not at the questioning of his desires for foreign excursions yet).

What really irked me about the entire situation came shortly thereafter while we were actually on our hike (which ended up being just short of seven miles). Again my suspicions were revealed to be true when throughout the entire hike I was marauded by questions of "which Batman movie is the best" and "could Indiana Jones continue as a series without Harrison Ford." Neither of my answers to these questions were suitable enough for "World War Suarez" and of course lead to more chattering on unimportant things. My problem here is not that he asked me these questions (as I don't mind silly questions of the sort, even though I thought my answers would be obvious (the original '60s version and "no" are the answers to those in case you're wondering)) nor that he didn't accept my answers and had to be correct in his way of thinking (as I'm used to it), no, it was the fact that he was doing this while we were hiking! The time where you're supposed to be soaking in the beauty of nature and all of its sounds (or lack thereof) and not talking! I used my my camera to get out of some of these "conversations" simply motioning that I was taking photos and gesturing "go on ahead, I'll catch up." So, strike one, "World War."

Second absurdity was directly after finishing the hike that day. We reached the car and immediately the other brother asks for "Wet Ones" (those moist towelette things) from ma and proceeds to ever so gently wipe away all of the dirt and dust that had accumulated on his recently shaved legs (entire body) and then complain that the hike was "too long." Upon return to base camp he hurriedly washed himself off and took a nap after telling me "I wanna go home already and take a shower." Mind you, this statement was not made even 18 hours into our trip. This disturbs me. To quote Nicholas Cage in The Rock "How in the name of Zeus's butt-hole did you get out of the cell!" In other words, how is it that this "man"desires to tackle a trip through the Amazon, trek through Nepal or Egypt and can't handle one day in the Sierras? Complaints of cold temperatures (and pretty much anything that involves the absence of electrical technology) and the lack of knowledge of anything outdoors pins him as someone who would find a trip of the "adventuring" variety unfavorable and unbearable.

And of course, there were the requisite "let's play catch" moments and the incalculable amount of "crap-face, poop-face, feces pizza, why are you so gay, what's your gay pride pin say, NO!, etc." being flung at me the way Billy Joel flings himself on raw beef in a trough.

Anyways, all complaints about brothers aside, the trip was fine. It wasn't as good as the last time (clearly) but part of that dealt with a new experience of mine. I brought my ipod this time around and wanted to see what star-gazing was like with different types of music and also hiking with accompanying music. I much preferred the original way. A side note on camping and star-gazing, it always reminds me of Billy Bragg's "A New England" (which I've posted and will post again) and the line "I saw two shooting stars last night, I wished on them, but they were only satellites and it's wrong to wish on space hardware, I wish, I wish, I wish you cared" as I'm always looking for shooting stars and wishing on them when I'm in the wilderness. When we got back from the trip I had to venture on back down to San Diego in order to clean the Lemon Grove house prior to the expiration of our lease agreement. I was there for about eight hours yesterday getting the place all squared away and a couple more hours today. I'll be back home until school starts on the third. In the meantime there will be two Birdmonster concerts in a row on the 1st and 2nd of September and I may even have the opportunity to get stinko with the band (Dave at least). I'm excited. Even if you can't come to Tuesday's show, I'm excited. I honestly don't think that anything can ruin a Birdmonster show. Not even rabid wolverines set loose in the audience.

Anyways, I think I've written quite enough for now. I'm thinking of just giving you all the missed Poetry Sunday tomorrow (Wednesday) and have the usual 3 poems on Sunday. Let me know what you think in the comments (again, noted as the "drunken ramblings" link below the post) thread.

After Hours

The video for the song below with the string quartet.



I know I already posted it on the other blog.

Dentist's Appointment

In half an hour. Upon my return I will have updates on the last four or five days of my life.

Dag Yo

Crap, my computer just shut down on me again after I'd written stuff about stuff for you all. I'm not in the mood to write currently, so I'll wait until manana to give you the low down on the events of the passed weekend.

Hello Friends

I've returned from the mountains and am currently in the city of San Diego. I must clean our old house prior to our exodus so as to receive as much dinero in return from our security deposit as possible. I have little hope. Anyways, as I must venture into that untamed land once again I will make this brief and tell you all that I shall have new stuff and a little writing on this most recent camping trip for you all to-nite (earliest) or to-morrow (latest). And this coming Sunday holds your double dosage of "poetry." Until soon.

I'm Out Of Here

I'll leave you all with this little doosie. This is Birdmonster (of course) performing "New Country" from their new album entitled From the Mountain to the Sea. Enjoy, and I'll be back in a couple of days.

Thought This Was Neat

We Are Scientists performing "After Hours" with a string quartet.

A few more hours and I'll be out of your hair for a couple days.

From Sam

Sam showed me this trailer for DC vs. Mortal Kombat. I don't normally post these things, but I had to because the man refers to the "Rage Meter" as "The Glow" from The Last Dragon. And if you don't remember what The Last Dragon is, then hopefully the words "Sho 'nuff" will do the trick. Anyways, here's the gameplay preview for the game:

Looks like fun.

Sigh

Fack! Again, I direct you to the Watchmen trailer below. 1:35, Nite-Owl. I think I'm just going to refer to it as 1:35 from now on. I'm sure you'll be seeing a lot of it.

For Scott

Any Trouble - "That Sound"

Three Degrees

"When Will I See You Again"

BLAST!

I had to refrain from posting something as I'm afraid someone may have discovered the site. Hmm...I'll let you all know what happens with that and if it turns out to be a fluke then I will post said entry with the proper date to it. Also, I leave for Troy Meadows later today and will return on Sunday, but don't expect much posting until late Monday or Tuesday as I'll be busy in San Diego and getting the most out of my insurance before turning 21. Until soon.

HaHA!

Go *clap, clap, clap, clap* Andy *clap, clap, clap, clap* Go Andy *clap, clap, clap, clap* Woot.

Making Up For Lost Time

I like songs about stalkers. This is What Made Milwaukee Famous's "Sweet Lady."



Sorry for the bombardment of posts, but I have to make up for yesterday's absence as well as this coming weekend's.

I Met Jeremy Bulloch

And he really is that cool.

Damnit!

I think I just blew a chance at a ladyfriend. I'm going to be kicking myself in a couple days...or now. Again, I refer you to 1:35/36 of the Watchmen trailer. Sigh. I need some serious help. Or maybe some of Papa Gus's Xanax.

Born To Be Your Man

Urnh! A week and a half, damn it!

Home Again

I've been back and forth from San Diego over the past few weeks dealing with housing situations and such as I'm sure you're all well aware. I haven't had a stable internet for the last couple of days, so I'm back home again for a few days. I'll be going camping on Friday and I'll be back Sunday only to return to San Diego on Monday to then return home on Thursday and then once again make the trek to San Diego after the Birdmonster show on Tuesday the 2nd (although it'll be Wednesday the 3rd by the time it's all done) where I'll then finally rest and call the traveling quits only to start school for another year of madness. But this year's madness contains the one salvation, and that is graduation. So, while I may be disgruntled with my college experience and all of that stuff, it'll be over soon enough and I'll enjoy the sweet air of freedom.

When I got home to-nite I sat down to watch some television with my parents and the first thing on was a History Channel documentary on Ice Cream makers and it was really good and funny, prompting me to serve myself a bowl. The next documentary thing that I watched was some crap on landing on asteroids/comets and what they're made out of, etc. It was your typical Discovery Channel documentary that contained the really bad re-enactments and even worse CGI that get replayed for every point that the narrator tries to make. What I really liked about it was not the information that it was giving me, but the cut from the little girl looking up innocently at the sky to the CGI of an asteroid hitting the Earth. It reminded me of Deep Impact and Morgan Freeman telling everyone that they're going to die. Oh, Morgan, is there anyone's heart you can't warm? I liked Deep Impact. Shut up.

Watchmen

I know that I posted the preview to the movie on the old blog, but I couldn't resist posting it again as I'm ecstatic to see it on the big screen. I know that Alan Moore isn't very happy that it's being made (he hates the fact that his graphic novels are turned into movies) but this was the only version of the script that he didn't absolutely loathe and illustrator Dave Gibbons is extremely excited about it. So, here it is again:



Also, around 1:36 or so you'll see Nite Owl/Dan Dreiberg fall to his knees and scream. Yeah, I feel like that a lot.

Top 5

The top 5 names I'd use if I were a rap star

1) Mante Killa (cos' I'm smooth like buttah, but I'll cut you good)
2) Lawn Dre (Laundry, lingerie, the maintenance of a yard)
3) General Fisticuff (I could rap about moustaches in the 1920's)
4) Sexington and Ex-Concord (Raps you can start revolutions with)
5) Red Star Jones (communism with an appetite)

I want to do something a little different this time around. I want my readers (all 3 of you) to vote for which moniker I should don in the event I start spitting rhymes like Wilford Brimly spits diabetes ads. Cast your vote where it says "drunken ramblings."

Welcome Back

To my two readers who have been absent! Also, a fine howdy'do to the possible newcomers (Augustus, Jason (former co-worker, not brother) and/or Brandon). It's good to have people to write to once again. I know that I say it's all about me and all of that jazz, but really, if I've no one to write to then I don't have much incentive for the blog. So, until I tire of you all or you all abandon me I'm keeping with the damned thing. Hopefully some stuff worth reading soon. Until next time.

Dan Bern

This is Dan Bern performing "Black Tornado" which was covered by Birdmonster the other night for their in-studio.

Poetry Sunday

Aliens

Zoom!
Goes the spaceship
Phthew!
Go the destruct-o beams

Grumble, grumble...
Go the people
"I haven't had my nap today"
Says Andy

Grease Bucket

All I really wanted today
Was a slice of pizza
But all I had
Was chicken

Big
Greasy
Crispy
Chicken

Sides included:
Moray Eel
Carrier Pigeon
And a leather boot

5-Ring Special

Olympics are on
Pretty boring
Coke advertisements
Useless commentators

One thing, though
That I enjoy
Are the adverts
With Morgan Freeman

Morgan Freeman
Can do anything
He wants
Like a submarine

The Black Keys

This song is entitled "The Lengths" and is one of my all time favorite songs. It comes from their album Rubber Factory (which I think is their best so far). Enough of me, enjoy the music.

Some Near Future Excellence

I'll be getting that trip to the mountains pretty soon. This coming weekend I will be departing with my parents to Troy Meadows. But one thing will be different. We will drive separately and I will be staying until Wednesday. By my self! It may be time to go on a spirit quest where I starve myself, sweat everything out, get dehydrated, climb a mountain and talk to Samuel L. Jackson (who is my spirit guide). I'll then return with some sort of lesson learned about life or whatever and I'll then use that lesson for good until I've forgotten it two weeks later and go back to my usual self. Either way, it's going to be fun and I'll get to be super manly and not shave for a week and there will be no cell phone reception whatsoever. The only downside, I'll be missing a segment of Poetry Sunday. As usual in circumstances such as this, I'll make it up the week after with a double helping. Anyways, my last day of work is to-nite and afterwards Papa Gus and I will enjoy some fine alcohol and cee-gars. It's going to be a good night.

Side Note

Don't use a futon as a slide. It'll give you rug burn.

At Last

Moved today. The guys and I split a U-Haul and took care of the process in about three hours. Packed last night. I wonder how long it will take us to prepare the old place for viewing. The new place is nice. Air conditioning, quiet, Jim (spelled Gam). I'm staying in SD to-nite. Too tired to drive up, too much work to be done. Last day of work tomorrow. I'm only going for Papa Gus. Back in SD on Monday.

I thought the "Fire" house was abandoned. Guess not. Their belongings were left on the driveway. It seems today they're bringing it all in. Some was rummaged. Not by us.

I finished The Road about a week ago. Good book. Not Kerouac. It made me hope once again that mankind hadn't/won't completely ruin/ed itself. Blindness was better. Same thing, different situation.

Sorry for the minimalist approach today, figured I might try it out. That and I'm busy. I still have a futon to assemble and a room to organize. Maybe this year I'll get the mattress off of the ground. No internet at the new place yet, so I'll talk to you all tomorrow. Although two of my three readers are absent, so I'll talk to you tomorrow.

The In-Studio

Is freaking amazing! Why aren't you people listening to this?!

Near Future

I need another trip to the mountains. I don't know why, but I've been particularly stressed over the past week or so. I'm not certain if it's because of the moving of living areas, bailing on my last week of work or some other source burrowed at the back of my mind, but I can't help but harbor a particular feeling of anxiety that isn't letting me sleep comfortably. I know that a trip to the mountains will remedy all worries and frustrations.

In-Studio To-Nite

Birdmonster on KZSU performing an acoustic set at Stanford University. Their set starts at 9 p.m. PDT and you can stream the event here. Should be good. Check it out.

Finding My Way

Tonight may be the last night that I spend in the Lemon Grove house. I'm not really saddened by that, I'm just unaware of how I should feel. My room has been the biggest that it will probably ever be and while it is gigantic, it is quite lonely in here. With almost all of the furniture moved out (save for the futon and my mattress) I can't help but feel as though there's a huge part of something or other that should have been here.

I often sleep at night with an extra pillow to hold on to. I don't know if it's to make up for the warmth of another that I'm missing or if it's just some sort of instinctual need for a security that no one thus far has been able to offer, but I know that there's some comfort in imagining that maybe one day I may actually hold somebody in my arms that will look at me with compassion and love.

I've had a few drinks (not manly drinks, just beer) tonight and I suppose that inebriation gives me some sort of inclination towards sentimentality and rumination of my state of humanity, but I can't help but think about the person that I've grown to be over the past four years or so. I often feel as though I've been nothing but a selfish and self-absorbed egoist. Whether or not that is the case I can't help but reflect on my own actions and everything comes out as "I need to try harder." I know that I haven't been the best son, brother, cousin, friend, roommate. But for some reason I don't think that anything that I could do would make me think that I were.

I once (drunkenly) spoke to my roommate Brian about my failures as a human. I feel as though the weight of the world were on my shoulders and I couldn't/can't do anything about it. I have a particular hatred towards the blind and hypnotized masses and wish that they would all come to some sort of consciousness and do right by humanity. I have a hard time in dealing with the fact that I can't change peoples' perspectives on life; that I can't save anyone from any sort of life perils. I fight with the notion that I'm just a kid with a big imagination.

Perhaps that's a big reason that I want to be a cop. I want to make a difference in someone's life. I want to be the guy who helps the battered wife or abused child from the abusive spouse/parent. I need meaning to keep going and thus far in my life I've struggled to find it. I know that I often joke about being the fascist cop who goes around beating and tasing people for my own satisfaction and ego-boosting, but the reality is I want somebody to look up at me and see a person who has made a difference. If I can be an inspiration to somebody, then I think that I would have at least given somebody a chance to be something that I couldn't.

Last night I was alone for a good part of the evening. I don’t know if it was because the friends that had said that plans would be made neglected those plans or that I knew that plans would be neglected that I felt lonelier than ever, but being in a place that harbored no consolation or companionship made the night difficult to deal with. Maybe I just need to deal with the idea of absolute solitude, I don’t know.

I often wonder how it is I can continue to make the same mistakes in life despite having learned my lessons. I don’t know if it’s stubborn determination or utter stupidity, but I always fall into the same idiotic routine as far as my “love life” is concerned. You’d think that after so much rejection and misery I would have learned my lesson. Nobody wants a guy who thinks too much about the world or about his state of being. Nobody wants a guy who’s available. Nobody wants what they can have. And that’s exactly what I am; I’m what you can have, I’m available. I’m human.

I’m sorry that this hasn’t been the funniest post ever, nor has it been the most well-written, but I hope that maybe something has reached somebody out there, that maybe someone read this and did a bit of their own reflection, but I doubt it. Anyways, I guess this makes up for all of the days I’ve gone without “meaningful” posts. I’m tired and need some sleep.

Top 5

Top 5 things I'd do if I were Supreme Dictator of the World (minus super powers)

1) Have minions make me a delicious, poison-free sandwich
2) Dispatch of minions
3) Hire new minions
4) Have minions create a time machine
5) Go back in time to single handedly defeat Hitler and Stalin to win World War II and the Cold War

Top 5 things I'd do if I were Supreme Dictator of the World (with super powers)

1) Develop an evil laugh (for use on enemies and my sinister schemes)
2) Send my super children to other inhabitable worlds to eventually conquer
3) Take naps in my cloud fortress
4) Turn Super Saiyan Lvl 4
5) Start a show in Vegas called "Better than Rita Rudner"

I Take It Back

Thinking of this whole "once a week" thing for stupid posts is ridiculous (save for Poetry Sunday, of course). I've got some "Top 5"s and such and I hope you all trust me to use these things sparingly. Either way, I take back what I said about "Top 5" being on Thursdays and action-movie clip day being on Tuesdays, let's go back to the free-for-all that this blog once was.

Regarding Tuesdays

I've decided to change it from solely Arnold movies to great one-liners from any and all action flicks out there. That is all.

For the Third (and Final) Time

We've got a place. This one is even nicer than the other(s) and is in a great location. There's plenty to do around the area, all within walking/biking distance. There's the Ken Cinema (which is the only single-theater cinema left in San Diego) which plays all of them new-fangled independent films along with old greats. Two coffee shops, Ken Video (where Scott works), the Ken Club (which is a bar that I'll go to once I'm 21), the Burger Lounge, and a tiny grocery store that looks like it has the potential to be my new shopping center. Anyways, our landlord, Jim(eal) is quite a character and I hope that we get to befriend him over the course of the year. The apartment has a neat little garden in it that is no way a "meditation garden" and the entire place is quiet. QUIET I TELLS YE! So, we'll be moving stuff in over the next few days/week or so. I'm excited.

More Inspiration

Because of that last clip, I've decided to have one day out of the week dedicated to our governor's fine films. On that day I'll post a one-liner or a humorous scene from one of his movies. I know it's not that original or exciting, but it amuses me to no end. I figure I'll make it on Tuesday as Thursday belongs to "Top 5" and Sunday is of course for poetry. You'll all have a reason to visit more than once a week now (although you could just wait until the end of the week to see all that I've done with my sorry life). Anyways, I'll have a fresh clip ready for you all on Tuesday.

Our Governor

Is amazing.

Sail On

Half inspired by Sam's story about the commodore and partly because I like John Darnielle's cover of the song, here are the Commodores performing "Sail On". JD's version is certainly more depressing, but I still like hearing the original every so often.

Poetry Sunday

Segway

Ashes
To Rashes
Dust
To Rust

Scooter
Too fast
Soon
Must crash

Big wheels
Stability
On track
Not sold

The Dream

Nobody told
Me
That the
Crotchless panties
Were so
Comfortable
I must be
Living
The dream

Faded

No
Not in
The stoner
sense

Sent
To the back
But not like
Blacks on buses

Just
Forgotten
Like that video
You don't remember

Well
You wouldn't know
About that video
Since it's a secret

What?
No, honest
It's not you
Not wearing pants

It's just
Me
Not wearing
Pants...

Sorry Folks

I'm sorry for not having written anything of much substance lately. I wanted to write something all fancy-like tonight about how me being happy makes me a boring person and all of that stuff and how if I had a woman to keep me company I'd end up being miserable because I'd have nothing to complain about, but I couldn't find the right words to make it lengthy or purty-sounding. Maybe one of these days I'll get to it. Also, a fine howdy'do to Mike (and possibly Brian). As always Poetry Sunday will have its place in the sun.

In other news, I have a multi-colored zebra rollerskating on my hand. Maybe I'll make him shoot some hoops or go hang-gliding. Sigh. It's nights like tonight that make me turn to alcohol.

On Abe's Discoveries

Abe, I honestly don't know how you find this stuff, but if you keep showing me, I'm going to keep posting them.

Live! Live! Live!

Birdmonster performing "Skeleton Suit."

Dr. Dog Performing "From"

Unfortunately I missed their in-store performance the other day. I was out watching a movie with the folks (I haven't worked at all this week and more than likely won't today either) and missed their set time. Oh well, there'll be other opportunities for Dr. Dog.

Huzah!

Birdmonster will be playing an in-store acoustic set at Fingerprints Records in Long Beach on the 1st of September for FREE! Two nights in a row of Birdmonster! It almost makes up for my failed plan of a road trip to see them on the 3rd (lousy schoolin').

The Olympics

I was told not to come in to work today because reservations were light/non-existent. The reasoning? "Everybody's watching the opening ceremonies for the Olympics to-nite." Sure they are, Denise. Sure they are. I'm the Batman.

Posting of Music

Since I can't figure out a way to post music (other than music videos with embeddable codes) on this thing I'm going to use the old site for it. I'll let you all know when I do it. I just posted "Betcher Ass" by the Old Believers.

News On Top 5

I guess because I've had a bit of an inspiration for the Top 5 segment I'll be giving it a weekly slot. And because it's Thursday I'll just make it "Top 5 Thursdays." How's that? Good? Ok. I'm gonna watch a movie.

Top 5

Top 5 things I'd do with Telekinetic powers

1) Steal a space shuttle and space suit
2) Fight crime (then make the government pay me for it in cash)
3) Embarrass kids/get them in trouble with their parents/throw an assortment of pies at them
4) Sneak in to concerts
5) Steal Judith's blankets

Sometimes

Sometimes (always) I wish I had telekinetic powers so that I could move traffic out of the way (or just use it to fly over traffic since I would be able to move anything with my mind). Hmm...idea.

Scott!

I think that "2-Live Carl" on HCwDB today is Hair-do! If not then they look pretty damned similar.

Top 5

Because "Top 5" did well enough with 2/3 of my readers (the verdict is still out on the 3rd reader) I've decided to make it a recurring theme. Don't expect me to know exactly when it will be posted, just know that it's out there along with "Sometimes" and "I Find It Amusing." So, I guess I'll post one right now and then the mystery of when the next one will appear springs into action.

Top 5 People I'd Elect For President

1) Harrison Ford (Get off my plane!)
2) Samuel L. Jackson
3) The Harlem Globetrotters (I'm still wondering how they got off of Gilligan's Island)
4) Teddy Roosevelt
5) A motorcycle (because it goes "vroom, vroom!")

For Your Viewing and Listening Pleasure

WOXY.com presents: Birdmonster from WOXY on Vimeo.

On Finding A Place

We found a place. I'd like to thank my former boss, Omar, for helping me out big time with schmoozing the landlord and playing along with my lie that I'd be working there again for my source of income. And thanks to all of you others who helped us to land the apartment that we'll be signing papers for on Sunday. And Scott, thank you for doing pretty much all of the legwork for the past month and having to deal with the other one.

Which brings me to the other one. The hipster. Kyle, if you manage to find this new blog site, don't tell me because then I might feel bad. But Scott and I had made the decision to cut Kyle loose from our living situation, mainly because of inflexibility in finding places and also jumping on the first piece of crap that he'd found. I honestly didn't want to live in a hipster neighborhood. I enjoy my steak (medium rare), my right to bear arms (which I'll be doing soon enough), and I'm not voting for Obama. And meditation gardens make me want to vomit. So, when Scott broke the news to Kyle about us not wanting to live there we really did screw the guy over pretty badly. I felt bad for a little bit that we'd done it so close to leaving time, but it didn't take me too long (12 minutes) to get over it. We'd left options. I'd offered him my room while I'm living in the Hills free of charge, we'd attempted to get him to look for places outside of hipster central, but he would not bend and thus, rather than attempting to bend further he was broken. He'll be alright. Eventually.

But the important thing is for the two of us (Scott and I) to have fun/peace/no hipsters in the new place. We already know that we get along as roommates and bringing in a third party could potentially disturb our last year at SDSU. And I'd rather not blow my brains out due to weekly hipster gatherings and the idiotic glorification of the beat movement.

On a side note, if you haven't picked up a (digital) copy of From the Mountain to the Sea then I highly suggest you get out there (stay on your computer) and do it. I've listened to it about 8 times already. And check to see if they'll be playing in your area over the next few months. In the words of Stan Lee, "Until next time, true believers!"

How Cool Is This?

Another Also

This one is in regards to the hippies/hipsters post. I also have a great dislike for Commies and Anarchists. Welfare is a waste and people need to get jobs and shut up.

Also

If you're new here or happen to stumble across the page, here's the link to my old writings where you can find fun and such.

www.aroundthegills.tumblr.com

From The Other Blog

As I’m sure you all know (if you don’t, we haven’t spoken in a long time) my favorite band in the entire world is Birdmonster. Pure musical energy and bliss coming from four of the most humble and coolest folks you’ll ever meet. So I invite you all to click on the link below to purchase their new album (released digitally today and on CD come September 2nd) and if you like it, buy their other ones too, because I know you will like it. So here’s the itunes link for all you fine people out there on the internet (just click buy on itunes on the right hand side there.

http://birdmonstermusic.com/music/

Enjoy it. Embrace it. Love it. Give up your hard earned cash for it. Then go see them in concert. Also, if you’re unsure of what they sound like, here’s another link for you.
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=5019603

What’re you still doing reading this? Go!

The Reason I'm Here

As I'm sure you're all wondering, is because I was tiring of worrying whether or not I was going to offend one of my regular readers. I will not name names, but I will say (now because I'm free to do it) I hate hippies and hipsters! Honestly, get a friggin' life. Oo, I shop at American Apparel because they don't use little Chinamen to do their bidding and vegetarianism, veganism and meditation is so cool and I accept "indie" as a form of music rather than a type of label and think that any indie band that pretends they have an ounce of talent is good even though I'll like bands like Quasi and other things that sound like dying sheep. Fuck off! Anyways, I'm going to take this from my cousin Sam who showed me this clip from the Daily Show and I'd say that this about sums up much of my frustration towards Hippie/Hipster-kind.

This Is A Test

If this is working then I should have a small readership within a few days.