While today wasn't too eventful, there are a few things that I'd like to share with the good folks who read this here text/photo/video-based missive. Aside from reading and turning in rent to our oddly entertaining landlord, I had a bit of a dilemma in deciding whether or not to mosey on over to the local Best Buy to purchase a few CDs to make a part of my collection. After much internal struggle my knees buckled and I started Marionette into an adventure that neither of us were expecting (which really wasn't much of an adventure...and Marionette wasn't much part of it). I made it to the Best Buy and found the CDs I was looking for, but while I was in the middle of a text message I happened to hear a familiar tune coming from the God-awful "Guitar Hero" (which also goes by the lesser known title "Get a real guitar, you loser"). Yes, it was the sweet melody of Metallica's "Fuel" and for reasons unknown (eh, eh) I was in the "M" section. The following transpired in the 'ol noggin' 'o mine:
Brain: "Andy, I think it's time."
Andy: "You think so, brain?"
B: Andy, it's been a long time coming
A: I know, Brain, but I really shouldn't be spending the money right now.
B: Andy, do you remember high school?
A: Yeah, of course I do, I hated most of it
B: Remember the fun we had listening to Metallica?
A: I know brain, and while I'd like to return to the good times we had listening to...ok
And it's been worth it. I'm not yet done with Death Magnetic, but it's a whole lot of fun.
After my over-expenditure at the Best Buy I shimmied over a parking lot to dine on the sweet nectar of life also known as fast food. More specifically, Carl's Jr. Before entering said restaurant I noticed the not yet smelly or disgusting homeless fellow waiting ever so sadly in front of the restaurant. While I tend to have a bad history of giving money to people I shouldn't, I was certainly glad the only currency in my pocket was a George Washington (he's coming) and some funny money (also known as pesos), but he did not ask for change or food or anything, he merely looked at me with those sad, defeated eyes that the sane homeless people tend to have. I ordered my tasty Jalapeno (I don't know how to insert the "~" on the internets) burger with chili-cheese fries and a side spicy chicken sandwich (they're only 99 cents) to-go. While waiting for my spoils of war (reward for purchasing albums) I happened to look outside at the man waiting ever so quietly by the door. My conscience (as always) got the best of me and after receiving my goods I stepped out and offered the man my spicy chicken sandwich. With eyes aglow he gladly accepted and that was that.
Feeling in a somewhat giving and up-beat mood I then stopped off at the grocery store to pick up a two-liter bottle of Hawaiian Punch for Scott. I ended up buying two (which was mainly because I didn't want to put $2.00 on a charge card) and even donated to their breast cancer research thingie that they pitch when you're about to pay. I know it's not like I've won some sort of kindness award or anything, but I do feel somewhat good about myself. I think the reward for my deeds today was a good parking spot upon my return to Apartamiento de SuarSon (or BensRez).
That's really all I've got.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
A Couple Days Ago
A couple days ago I bought myself a new printer/scanner/copier combo thing as my old printer was on its last breath. With Lex (the old printer) I was at the point of force-feeding it page after page as otherwise it would choke on multiple sheets and not get the job done, not to mention its odd choice to stop printing in color. I finally decided it was time to force Lex into retirement. Fortunately my new partner in crime, Viv, was fairly inexpensive and gives me some good quality photo prints. This means that I might actually be able to compile a portfolio for future endeavors in the photographic field (because I still need to sign up for development lab classes at the local JC). This also means that my combo machine thing will lend itself to some very odd creations with the scanner (because I'm not good at photoshop). Anywho, I've gotta get back to reading and such.
Ah...
From the Avett Brothers' latest EP entitled The Second Gleam here is "Murder in the City" just released today (the video, not the song).
Monday, September 29, 2008
It's Monday
Here are a few photos of mine from adventures long gone (with captions!).
They originally cast me for the part of Jim West (desperado, rough rider) in the Wild Wild West movie. I did a few screen tests and took a few photos, but I figured Will Smith needed the work more than I did what with his speech impediment and all. As you can plainly see, this photo was taken at the beach on a hot summer day.
Me and the flamingos partying it up for my 21st. Belmont (on the left) and I totally powned in beer-pong.
This is from when I went on tour as a Latin female pop-star sensation. It didn't work out too well.
They originally cast me for the part of Jim West (desperado, rough rider) in the Wild Wild West movie. I did a few screen tests and took a few photos, but I figured Will Smith needed the work more than I did what with his speech impediment and all. As you can plainly see, this photo was taken at the beach on a hot summer day.
Me and the flamingos partying it up for my 21st. Belmont (on the left) and I totally powned in beer-pong.
This is from when I went on tour as a Latin female pop-star sensation. It didn't work out too well.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
To Ease Your Suffering
From all of the 80s music I've been posting, here's one of my favorite Ted Leo/Pharmacists songs called "2nd Ave, 11am". This is taken from the DVD Dirty Old Town which was released a few years back before Shake the Sheets came out and you can find the song on their album Hearts of Oak. I can't remember the keyboardist/tambourine shaker's name, but she's (thankfully) no longer in the band and neither is the other guitarist. He's been replaced by James Canty. I'm not certain of the guy who filled in bassist Dave Lerner (because he's in his own band called Spectacular Bird these days), but I'm sure you don't care either way. Anyways, enough out of me, here's the damned video.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Thank You, Abe!
You've started me on the path to glory! With this scheme I'll rule the world! All I need now is some paste and the will power not to eat that paste.
Oh, Sam
I know that your computer isn't working, but once it is I hope you peruse the posts of mine you missed to find this glory! I love the 80s. And I'm not talking about the VH1 program either. And for those of you interested, this is a band called Kick Axe using the alias Spectre General (which I like better) and the song is "Nothing's Gonna Stand in Our Way."
And while we're on the 80s again, here's some more Stan Bush. This is "Dare."
Sorry for all of the Transformers music. I finally watched it again today because it's been on my mind for the past week or so. It just reminds me of some really good times.
And while we're on the 80s again, here's some more Stan Bush. This is "Dare."
Sorry for all of the Transformers music. I finally watched it again today because it's been on my mind for the past week or so. It just reminds me of some really good times.
Some People I Genuinely Hate
The Jonas Brothers. I don't really know who these smug bastards are, but about a month or two they started showing up everywhere. I can't go to the grocery store without seeing an advert for Camp Rock or some sort of meet and greet they're required to do. From the commercials I've seen of these no-talent puds is a bunch of Disney channel marketed, no-good ass clowns who need their collective shit-eating grins beaten off of their faces. It's no wonder today's youth is progressively getting dumber. Fortunately for those of us with some sanity left we can count on at least one of these colostomy bags developing horrible drug addictions and numerous STDs hopefully leading to an early grave.
McCain - Obama Debate
For those of you who either missed the debate or want to watch it again, here is the full 96 minutes.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Oh, You Idiot, You
Locked my keys in the truck again. I blame the heat. Thank you, AAA, for overlooking the fact that my card has been expired since May (which I just noticed today. Rhyming unintentional, I must say).
What's That?
Andy skipped class? Yes sir (or ma'am), and the fruits of my lack of labor thus far have been a hearty and artery clogging breakfast of eggs with red meat, onions and bell peppers topped with some delicious pepper jack cheese (and not to mention a side of Mr. Coffee Nerves) and a new song for you! Those of you not on Birdmonster's mailing list should sign up, otherwise you'll miss some fancy pants things like the alternate version of "I Might Have Guessed" or the "Mean Version" as they're calling it. Also, stay tuned as in the near future for they will be releasing their video for "Born to be Your Man" on the internets pretty soon. Along with said video and song, they're likely to release an album of B-sides, but I'll let you know for sure as soon as I get more information on it. Now? I'm off to listen to that alternate track a few times in a row and eventually get some reading done. Maybe a movie.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
New Site For You All
I honestly don't know why I haven't shared this with you before. Maybe it's because he doesn't update often, maybe it's because it slipped my mind, but here's the fine blog of one Gasoline Hobo. It'll be in your quick link toolbar thing over on the right there. Enjoy.
What A Day!
Marionette's healthy once again! She's running better than ever! I love my truck! I'm marinating some steak for consumption later to-nite, I'm caught up with reading, I even read ahead. I had lunch with a friend, took a nap at school, said a brief hello to an old professor of mine. Stopped by my old place of work, avoided people at my old place of work. Walked a whole lot, rode the trolley, smelled the tangy scent of urine and sweat from the bums sitting next to me, felt disgusted at the lack of respect some people on the trolley have for others, listened to Birdmonster, ate some Messican food, defeated alien warlords (not Xenu), typed this post.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
BLAST!
Marionette is in need of another trip to the doctor's. A couple days ago she began to make the sound of PFFFFSSSSHHHHHHH! (otherwise known as the sound of air decompressing) when I'd bring her to a stop or even a slight decrease in speed. She'll be limping to the doctor's tomorrow, but once she's out she'll be right as rain.
I'm currently sitting on the grass at school and in front of me is a large woman with obscenely long acrylic red nails ever so gently petting her phone.
The hunger gnaws.
I'm wearing shorts. At school. I've had these shorts since the 7th grade. That's not an exaggeration. They've been sewn and re-sewn over the years. They're quite comfortable. The grass isn't nearly as soft as it should be. I wish I had my camera with me. I'd be taking pictures of all of the hefty folk. Secretly. I should be reading. I'm not.
It would appear as though the hipsters have their own biker gang. But when I say "biker" I mean actual bicycles. A bunch of non-meat-eating, tattooed, earing-wearing, capri-sporting, fixed-gear using tools. They won't eat meat, but they'll smoke a cigarette. Just wait until your fad ends and meat-eating becomes the cool thing to do. Just wait until your hipster band tells you that the consumption of innocent animals is ok, then you won't know what to do with your life and you'll wonder what it was all for and you'll battle with the "moral" choice and the "hip" choice. You'll eventually cave. Whether it's that delicious smell wafting in your general direction from the local blood-joint (because all vegetarians refer to places that serve meat as "blood-joints") or that once friend who you've shunned for eating meat sees you and offers you a little taste of his gyro. It's cool, the gyro's healthy for you. Yeah, that'll be your first step. You'll say "well, it's healthy for me, so it's not as bad as those red-meat eating, pro-life loving, republican voting, plagues on humanity." Yeah, you'll justify yourself. You'll disguise it, but you'll soon develop that secret craving for it. You'll be a vegetarian around your friends, but late at night you'll have your secret rendezvous with the In 'N' Out Burger a town away. Because you can't let Lyle see you eating meat again. No, because Lyle would tell Geraldine and Geraldine would tell Mick, and Mick's cool, but Mick doesn't like people who eat meat. Mick can't know. Mick will never know. But you can't go a town over because all you have for transport is your fixed-gear bike. You'll have to kill Lyle. Or Mick. Or both. Not Geraldine, though, because that one time she burned you a copy of that Bright Eyes album that you really like. And y'know...you listen to Bright Eyes for their "artistic" lyrics. Geraldine's ok. Gerry for short.
For the record: Meat never has been and never will be cut from my diet.
I'm currently sitting on the grass at school and in front of me is a large woman with obscenely long acrylic red nails ever so gently petting her phone.
The hunger gnaws.
I'm wearing shorts. At school. I've had these shorts since the 7th grade. That's not an exaggeration. They've been sewn and re-sewn over the years. They're quite comfortable. The grass isn't nearly as soft as it should be. I wish I had my camera with me. I'd be taking pictures of all of the hefty folk. Secretly. I should be reading. I'm not.
It would appear as though the hipsters have their own biker gang. But when I say "biker" I mean actual bicycles. A bunch of non-meat-eating, tattooed, earing-wearing, capri-sporting, fixed-gear using tools. They won't eat meat, but they'll smoke a cigarette. Just wait until your fad ends and meat-eating becomes the cool thing to do. Just wait until your hipster band tells you that the consumption of innocent animals is ok, then you won't know what to do with your life and you'll wonder what it was all for and you'll battle with the "moral" choice and the "hip" choice. You'll eventually cave. Whether it's that delicious smell wafting in your general direction from the local blood-joint (because all vegetarians refer to places that serve meat as "blood-joints") or that once friend who you've shunned for eating meat sees you and offers you a little taste of his gyro. It's cool, the gyro's healthy for you. Yeah, that'll be your first step. You'll say "well, it's healthy for me, so it's not as bad as those red-meat eating, pro-life loving, republican voting, plagues on humanity." Yeah, you'll justify yourself. You'll disguise it, but you'll soon develop that secret craving for it. You'll be a vegetarian around your friends, but late at night you'll have your secret rendezvous with the In 'N' Out Burger a town away. Because you can't let Lyle see you eating meat again. No, because Lyle would tell Geraldine and Geraldine would tell Mick, and Mick's cool, but Mick doesn't like people who eat meat. Mick can't know. Mick will never know. But you can't go a town over because all you have for transport is your fixed-gear bike. You'll have to kill Lyle. Or Mick. Or both. Not Geraldine, though, because that one time she burned you a copy of that Bright Eyes album that you really like. And y'know...you listen to Bright Eyes for their "artistic" lyrics. Geraldine's ok. Gerry for short.
For the record: Meat never has been and never will be cut from my diet.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Finally
I'm finally registered to vote. For three (four) whole years I've neglected my civic duty. I missed the age bracket for the last presidential election by one week and thus felt no need to actually register to vote, but now that I've done it I feel oddly patriotic. Of course I registered back home, so I'll have to drive 110 miles to perform this patriotic task (I know, I could have signed up for an absentee ballot), but I imagine it'll be worth it. I don't plan on voting for either major party, but I do predict that our nation will take a regrettable step towards socialism.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Vs.
Ok, here's a brief segment I'd like to introduce you to. It's called (as the title suggests) Vs.. In this segment I'll take songs that people have covered and juxtapose them to their originals where you'll then vote which version is better. So today (since it's the first day) we'll have one that's extra special because it contains not one song being covered, but two. Here we have Ted Leo covering Kelly Clarkson's "Since U Been Gone" and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs "Maps". My opinion? Ted emerges victorious, but it's up to you folks to vote, will it be Kelly and the Yeah x 3s? Or Rhode Islander, Ted Leo?
Kelly Clarkson
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Ted Leo
Vote!
Kelly Clarkson
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Ted Leo
Vote!
Ted Leo
Performing "Timorous Me" and transitioning to "Walking to Do"
And teaching little kids how to rock with "The Wheels on the Bus". Man, this guy'll cover anything.
Thanks.
And teaching little kids how to rock with "The Wheels on the Bus". Man, this guy'll cover anything.
Thanks.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Another Break From Reading
For a couple of my classes (same professor) we have to create a "wiki" page where we find out information about whatever topic we're assigned and we're to become some sort of "expert" on said topic. Aside from all of that good stuff, we've been told to go around to other peoples' "wikis" in order to critique, add suggestions and comments, etc. about the progress of their assignment. With that said, one of my group projects is to find information out about the country of France. Included would be various tidbits about the French culture and such. The other day a classmate from a different group (who happened to be in a class of mine last semester) decided to give us "suggestions" for our research. I will now copy and paste their "suggestion" below in order to highlight the intellectual capacity of a typical SDSU student.
last semester i took a class, i forget what its called but we read a lot of literature by French authors. Germinal by Emile Zola, its about poor people working in mines. another person we studied wrote poems, his name was Charles Baudelaire, my favorite one was about hair.
http://fleursdumal.org/poem/203
that site has that poem with several translations. he wrote a lot of other poems too. Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert is another good one. I hope some of these will help you.
Yes, friends, "my favorite one was about hair." The language used here is clearly at the same level of the 4th graders at my Mom's school. It's frightening that people like this will actually "earn" a degree. You can see now why I don't want to go to my graduation ceremony. People like this may devalue the collegiate system, but at least they're good for a laugh.
last semester i took a class, i forget what its called but we read a lot of literature by French authors. Germinal by Emile Zola, its about poor people working in mines. another person we studied wrote poems, his name was Charles Baudelaire, my favorite one was about hair.
http://fleursdumal.org/poem/203
that site has that poem with several translations. he wrote a lot of other poems too. Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert is another good one. I hope some of these will help you.
Yes, friends, "my favorite one was about hair." The language used here is clearly at the same level of the 4th graders at my Mom's school. It's frightening that people like this will actually "earn" a degree. You can see now why I don't want to go to my graduation ceremony. People like this may devalue the collegiate system, but at least they're good for a laugh.
The New Place
I know I've told you all about how much I love the new place, but none of you out there have seen it! So come with me on a brief photo tour of the place that I call home. Keep your eye(s) open, you just might encounter a few familiar faces.
The living room featuring the dining room featuring lawn chairs.
My room from the outside. All sorts of raucous dance parties take place in here. Notice the tower fan. It's there to keep me cool and at the height of fashion. You playas (that's beaches in espanol) best watch out, cuz I've got the crib that's keepin' it ill.
My room from the inside. Notice the desk and computer where I bring you constant updates. Yes folks, that's where the magic happens.
Who's that handsome devil? And where have his pants gone?!
That's all there is for now. For the next photo tour we'll traverse back to the time of the dinosaurs and meet some of our extinct friends. Until next time, true believers! Excelsior!
NOTE:
I foresee jokes about my hairy legs stating that you wouldn't be able to tell the difference if I was wearing pants or not. I doubt this preemptive defense will stop it, but at least I saw(see) it coming.
The living room featuring the dining room featuring lawn chairs.
My room from the outside. All sorts of raucous dance parties take place in here. Notice the tower fan. It's there to keep me cool and at the height of fashion. You playas (that's beaches in espanol) best watch out, cuz I've got the crib that's keepin' it ill.
My room from the inside. Notice the desk and computer where I bring you constant updates. Yes folks, that's where the magic happens.
Who's that handsome devil? And where have his pants gone?!That's all there is for now. For the next photo tour we'll traverse back to the time of the dinosaurs and meet some of our extinct friends. Until next time, true believers! Excelsior!
NOTE:
I foresee jokes about my hairy legs stating that you wouldn't be able to tell the difference if I was wearing pants or not. I doubt this preemptive defense will stop it, but at least I saw(see) it coming.
The Reason For All Of My Problems
Wow, just when I was starting to think that I was just a hopeless loser, I've discovered the root of the problem! Why, it's that blasted Mr. Coffee Nerves! That explains all of the irritability, sleepless nights, failure with women and irregular bowel movements. Now that I'm cured, I can only thank Postum! Yes, the 100% caffeine-free, coffee substitute. If you've got lots of problems and don't want to host 'em, get off yer keyster and start drinking Postum!
Note:
Postum was discontinued in October of 2007.
Note:
Postum was discontinued in October of 2007.
WOW!
Lakeview Terrace was absolutely amazing. I'm probably going for a second round. Get on that shiz.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Shiz
Just when I think I'm in the clear I've got 80 pages to read and a quiz tomorrow. Dag yo. The Long Goodbye has been waiting too long.
Almost That Time Of Year
The new James Bond theme song written by Jack White and performed by Jack White and Alicia Keys. Check it out here. "Another Way to Die" is the song and the movie is Quantum of Solace.
You Got The Touch!
I don't care what anybody else says, the first Transformers was the best one. For the soundtrack alone it was the best. You just don't get this kind of cheese these days.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Notable Quotables
I know that quotes kind of suck because they tend to narrow people down to whatever the quote says and are often taken out of context, but you can't help but like them. Our desire (need) to relate ourselves to something or someone is thus brought forth through quotes and I figured that perhaps I should share some quotes that I was (am) thoroughly enjoying.
Here are a couple from Samuel Beckett's Malone Dies:
"Nothing is more real than nothing"
and
"He who has waited long enough will wait for ever"
And here's one from Jeff Goldblum
"Why would you do that to the Goldblum? What has the Goldblum ever done to you?"
I'll probably find more quotes whilst reading novels for class or through the movies that I'm watching on an almost daily basis, so be on the lookout.
Here are a couple from Samuel Beckett's Malone Dies:
"Nothing is more real than nothing"
and
"He who has waited long enough will wait for ever"
And here's one from Jeff Goldblum
"Why would you do that to the Goldblum? What has the Goldblum ever done to you?"
I'll probably find more quotes whilst reading novels for class or through the movies that I'm watching on an almost daily basis, so be on the lookout.
An Announcement During A Break From School Reading
Not really an announcement. Just me wanting to procrastinate by telling you all a little something about myself (because I know you all want the read it). To those of you reading this and/or to those of you that I speak to and vent frustrations with/rant to, just remember: don't take me seriously. Well, with some things take me seriously, but when you read about me hating people and things of the sort or being overly frustrated about things, don't read into it as me being an overly depressed individual or one who's on the verge of some psychosis. Sure, I'm a misanthropic guy who dislikes the general population and most things that come from it, but that doesn't mean that I'm unhappy. I'm perfectly fine with my limited amount of friends, my distrust of most people, my taste in music and even my frustration with the opposite gender. In fact, these very things fuel my personality. I'm glad for these things. Most of you know me well enough to understand this and my habits and "peculiarities," but for those of you who know me not or those just beginning to understand my ways, just keep this in mind.
Maybe a few announcements, which really aren't announcement. Maybe they are. They're just not particularly interesting. You can keep reading if you'd like, but you'll more than likely find yourself bored. Yes. I made breakfast this morning. It consisted of two fried eggs and several chocolate chip pancakes (flapjacks). They weren't really chocolate chip, but I mixed some NesQuick into the batter. They were of chocolaty substance. I'm lacking in the chip department. The eggs stuck to the "non-stick" pan even though I used ample amounts of butter to grease the damned thing. That's the second time that happened. When I go to flip the eggs for perfect over-medium-ness the yolk cracks and I'm forced to dine on over-hard eggs. Nothing against over-hard, I just prefer over-medium. Over-easy is good. I like eggs. Cereal too. That was part of my breakfast. Breakfast. Break. Fast. Not really breakfast. It was about 11:30 when I ate. Brunch? No, not brunch, there was nothing lunch about it. Breakfast for lunch? Maybe. I don't normally lunch at 11:30. My apartment has a smell to it. It's not a bad smell. I think it's an apartment smell. I remember biological Dad's apartment smelling the same way. I can't remember if Montezuma apartment smelled this way. At least 2/3 of the apartments I remember smelled this way. I like the apartment. There are many places to sit. I have options. I like options. Not too many. Then when you're stuck with two options you can't decide which option to go with. Maybe I don't like options. I can't find my sharpee. Sharpee. Sharp. Pee. S. Harpy. Harpies. Herpes. Sharp herpes. Sherpas. Everest. Peaks. Pinnacles. Plummet. Plumber. Plumper Humper. Mario Brothers. Meerkats. Morons. Mormons. Meow. Mew. Mutants. News. Dinosaurs. Chicken legs. Chicken dinner. Saucer. Flying saucer. Food fight. Food fighting. Ninja Turtles. Turtles through Time. Time...Thyme...time...time...
Maybe a few announcements, which really aren't announcement. Maybe they are. They're just not particularly interesting. You can keep reading if you'd like, but you'll more than likely find yourself bored. Yes. I made breakfast this morning. It consisted of two fried eggs and several chocolate chip pancakes (flapjacks). They weren't really chocolate chip, but I mixed some NesQuick into the batter. They were of chocolaty substance. I'm lacking in the chip department. The eggs stuck to the "non-stick" pan even though I used ample amounts of butter to grease the damned thing. That's the second time that happened. When I go to flip the eggs for perfect over-medium-ness the yolk cracks and I'm forced to dine on over-hard eggs. Nothing against over-hard, I just prefer over-medium. Over-easy is good. I like eggs. Cereal too. That was part of my breakfast. Breakfast. Break. Fast. Not really breakfast. It was about 11:30 when I ate. Brunch? No, not brunch, there was nothing lunch about it. Breakfast for lunch? Maybe. I don't normally lunch at 11:30. My apartment has a smell to it. It's not a bad smell. I think it's an apartment smell. I remember biological Dad's apartment smelling the same way. I can't remember if Montezuma apartment smelled this way. At least 2/3 of the apartments I remember smelled this way. I like the apartment. There are many places to sit. I have options. I like options. Not too many. Then when you're stuck with two options you can't decide which option to go with. Maybe I don't like options. I can't find my sharpee. Sharpee. Sharp. Pee. S. Harpy. Harpies. Herpes. Sharp herpes. Sherpas. Everest. Peaks. Pinnacles. Plummet. Plumber. Plumper Humper. Mario Brothers. Meerkats. Morons. Mormons. Meow. Mew. Mutants. News. Dinosaurs. Chicken legs. Chicken dinner. Saucer. Flying saucer. Food fight. Food fighting. Ninja Turtles. Turtles through Time. Time...Thyme...time...time...
Monday, September 15, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Uuugh
I don't care if she won an award for one of her novels, Toni Morrison is boring. Why does Frampton insist on us reading such uninteresting crap?
On an Historical Moment
I guess I witnessed an "historical" moment today. At least in the realm of baseball anyways...until the record is broken. Angel's closing pitcher Francisco Rodriguez set the all-time record for single season saves. So, to those of you non-baseball fans out there, a save is when a pitcher prevents the other team from tying the game or gaining the lead from within a three run (point) margin during the last inning of the game. The record was set at 57 saves about 20 years ago and to-nite "K-Rod" (a "K" is a strike in baseball terminology, so because he strikes people out quite a bit he was nick-named the aforementioned) hit the 58 mark. My parents and I happened to be at the game. It's not too exciting, I know, but hey, I can say that I was there.
Friday, September 12, 2008
On Bill Maher Being an Ass
Y'know, I didn't really want to get into this whole political discussion crap on my blog. And honestly, my opinion doesn't really matter on the whole election and who I think should be el Presidente de Los Estados Unidos, but to-nite something really bugged me on the T.V. I got home to the hills and had dinner with my folks and was enjoying a (some) game(s) of baseball (Angels vs. Mariners and Dodgers vs. Rockies) when my ma decided that she absolutely had to watch Bill Maher because last week he was so funny. I'm not a big fan of Mr. Maher. He's a comedian (or at least he says he is, but I don't find him funny) who now hosts his own talk-show on HBO where he discusses current events and politics and such. And while Maher claims to not be on either side of the political debate (although to-nite he declared his allegiance to the Obama party due to Palin's speech last night), I'm fairly certain he's lying. See, Billy Boy gets guests on his show to talk about the political spectrum and the guests usually are comprised of an actual politician, an actor/actress and someone considered a pop-culture intellectual. Then they bring out someone else in the last 5 minutes of panel time to join their "debate" and blather on about how evil the Republican party is. Here's where I get angered.
Bill Maher is a hack and an imbecile. On to-nite's panel was Salman Rushdie, John Fund (a political journalist with a conservative slant), and Janeane Garofolo. The show followed the same damned cycle of everyone ganging up on the conservative member of the group that evening. It began with Bill bashing Palin's speech last night (as most everyone is doing right now) and that seemed to be the theme for the evening. And once Mr. Fund says anything defending the woman the rest of the panel breaks into a frenzy. It was fresh blood in a tank containing sharks, piranhas, and Billy Joel. I commend John Fund on being an eloquent speaker and being able to defend his stances on everything that was thrown at him. But I tell you what, Janeane Garofolo needs to shut up. I have a big problem with these actors who think that all of sudden because they're in the eyes of the public they automatically have an informed and intellectual view on all things political. She's not funny and she's not a politician. What is she? She is the poo in the wilderness that my dog tastes every so often. It seemed as though any time Fund even made a peep she was calling him a liar, an idiot or any number of things that she really couldn't back up. But what really, and I mean really, and I mean getting me to write this stupid post really, made me steamed was when she uttered the phrase "democrats are naturally more compassionate people than republicans are." I'm not a republican. I'm not a democrat. Hell, to be honest with you I'm not even registered to vote. I'm also not so absolutely ignorant as to utter a sentence so idiotic that I'd show the entire world how stupid I really am (although due to the applause, most of Billy Boy's audience is that ignorant and stupid).
If that weren't enough, their special guest panelist at the last five minutes of panel time was none other than Roseanne Barr. Yeah, the annoying one that was married to Tom Arnold and had her sitcom entitled Roseanne. The same Roseanne that butchered the American national anthem. So, of course when she comes on she gets all the respect from Janeane and Bill and Salman. And all she did was this: "Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack." No, she didn't actually do that (although it did sound that way), but she was even less informed about the country's status and the presidential election, but felt the need to comment on how bad things would be if McCain were elected president. Seriously, Roseanne Barr?! Ugh.
I know that I didn't really do a good job of defending my own point here, but this was more to let off my frustration. I honestly wanted to throw something at the T.V., that's how infuriating Bill and Janeane are to me. Salman Rushdie I didn't really mind; he was silent most of the time and when he did speak he wasn't being a complete jackass.
Ugh...sigh. Yeah. Well, I guess I should end this on a happier note, I'd like to welcome Sara and Carissa to this work in progress. A fine how do you do to the both of you and feel free to comment and pitch in your thoughts whenever/wherever you see fit. I see that Sara has already taken that liberty. Keep it up. And now I'm just rambling. I'm up to seven stalkers now. I got my first spam blog email thing the other day telling me to check out some other person's blog. That's exciting. I've got nothing.
Bill Maher is a hack and an imbecile. On to-nite's panel was Salman Rushdie, John Fund (a political journalist with a conservative slant), and Janeane Garofolo. The show followed the same damned cycle of everyone ganging up on the conservative member of the group that evening. It began with Bill bashing Palin's speech last night (as most everyone is doing right now) and that seemed to be the theme for the evening. And once Mr. Fund says anything defending the woman the rest of the panel breaks into a frenzy. It was fresh blood in a tank containing sharks, piranhas, and Billy Joel. I commend John Fund on being an eloquent speaker and being able to defend his stances on everything that was thrown at him. But I tell you what, Janeane Garofolo needs to shut up. I have a big problem with these actors who think that all of sudden because they're in the eyes of the public they automatically have an informed and intellectual view on all things political. She's not funny and she's not a politician. What is she? She is the poo in the wilderness that my dog tastes every so often. It seemed as though any time Fund even made a peep she was calling him a liar, an idiot or any number of things that she really couldn't back up. But what really, and I mean really, and I mean getting me to write this stupid post really, made me steamed was when she uttered the phrase "democrats are naturally more compassionate people than republicans are." I'm not a republican. I'm not a democrat. Hell, to be honest with you I'm not even registered to vote. I'm also not so absolutely ignorant as to utter a sentence so idiotic that I'd show the entire world how stupid I really am (although due to the applause, most of Billy Boy's audience is that ignorant and stupid).
If that weren't enough, their special guest panelist at the last five minutes of panel time was none other than Roseanne Barr. Yeah, the annoying one that was married to Tom Arnold and had her sitcom entitled Roseanne. The same Roseanne that butchered the American national anthem. So, of course when she comes on she gets all the respect from Janeane and Bill and Salman. And all she did was this: "Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack." No, she didn't actually do that (although it did sound that way), but she was even less informed about the country's status and the presidential election, but felt the need to comment on how bad things would be if McCain were elected president. Seriously, Roseanne Barr?! Ugh.
I know that I didn't really do a good job of defending my own point here, but this was more to let off my frustration. I honestly wanted to throw something at the T.V., that's how infuriating Bill and Janeane are to me. Salman Rushdie I didn't really mind; he was silent most of the time and when he did speak he wasn't being a complete jackass.
Ugh...sigh. Yeah. Well, I guess I should end this on a happier note, I'd like to welcome Sara and Carissa to this work in progress. A fine how do you do to the both of you and feel free to comment and pitch in your thoughts whenever/wherever you see fit. I see that Sara has already taken that liberty. Keep it up. And now I'm just rambling. I'm up to seven stalkers now. I got my first spam blog email thing the other day telling me to check out some other person's blog. That's exciting. I've got nothing.
On Jeff Goldblum (Not Literally, of Course)
In response to Sara's (welcome, by the way) concern about having a crush on Jeff Goldblum, here's my response:
Yep. Enjoy that one.
Yep. Enjoy that one.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The Long Goodbye
I just bought this as well. I haven't seen it before, but I'm a fan of Philip Marlowe stories and Elliott Gould. Should be good.
Jurassic Park
During my daily perusal of the internets and my recent purchase of the entire Jurassic Park trilogy (only $20 at Fry's) I started looking for Jeff Goldblum's scenes in the first movie, but being unsuccessful in finding any good ones, I came across this little clip here:
Listen to the music. Scott and Sam, you should recognize it as it's not from the movie originally and if you're uncertain as to where it's from, just wait until 2:56 and you'll get it. "Clever girl."
I also came across this one (sorry, the sound quality isn't good) which I enjoy quite a bit.
On a related note, I refuse to believe Robert Muldoon (the guy saying "SHOOT HAAA!") dies in Jurassic Park. Sure, he gets jumped by a Raptor and is shrieking in agony while his face is getting chewed off and we never see him in the movie again, but they never actually show his face get chewed off, nor do we see him lying there deceased. No, it is my firm belief that Muldoon, after the camera cuts away, sucker punches the dinosaur in the head, grabs his shotgun and goes on a murderous (not really murderous since he's killing dinosaurs) rampage. After running out of ammunition, he resorts to slaying the beasties with his hunting knife and his bare hands. He manages to make it to land by tying the bodies of dead dinosaurs together and using them as a raft.
Side note:
In the book, Muldoon doesn't die. In fact, he acquires a grenade launcher and manages to dispatch several dinosaurs with it (and other weapons, if I remember correctly).
Listen to the music. Scott and Sam, you should recognize it as it's not from the movie originally and if you're uncertain as to where it's from, just wait until 2:56 and you'll get it. "Clever girl."
I also came across this one (sorry, the sound quality isn't good) which I enjoy quite a bit.
On a related note, I refuse to believe Robert Muldoon (the guy saying "SHOOT HAAA!") dies in Jurassic Park. Sure, he gets jumped by a Raptor and is shrieking in agony while his face is getting chewed off and we never see him in the movie again, but they never actually show his face get chewed off, nor do we see him lying there deceased. No, it is my firm belief that Muldoon, after the camera cuts away, sucker punches the dinosaur in the head, grabs his shotgun and goes on a murderous (not really murderous since he's killing dinosaurs) rampage. After running out of ammunition, he resorts to slaying the beasties with his hunting knife and his bare hands. He manages to make it to land by tying the bodies of dead dinosaurs together and using them as a raft.
Side note:
In the book, Muldoon doesn't die. In fact, he acquires a grenade launcher and manages to dispatch several dinosaurs with it (and other weapons, if I remember correctly).
Apologies
I apologize for last night's idiotic writings. I should have learned my lesson on drunken ramblings. Again, thank you, Sam, for calling me out on that; and to make up for it (if indeed anyone out there read it) I'm going to give you something I discovered this morning which I find to be pretty neat. Chess Boxing. You read it correctly. Now here's a clip from CNN:
Doesn't that look like fun?
Doesn't that look like fun?
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
On School
I'm certainly glad that school has started (kind of) because it takes my mind off of the trivial things that I'd think about when I had nothing to do and I turn to other trivial things that amuse me. What's that saying about idle minds? I can't remember. Anyways. Perhaps I should give you a schedule of mine so that those of you trying to contact me (none of you) can do so more easily (this is really just for my own amusement because I know that none of you will actually contact me, nor do you care for what my schedule is), that is, until I get off of my lazy ass and get a job. Mondays I'm away from 9 a.m. to 6/7 p.m. Tuesdays and Thursdays I'm off, so I'm left to vegetate and complete the assignments of the previous day. Wednesdays and Fridays I'm gone from 9 a.m. to 3/4 p.m. Very good. Now, I need to find other ways to waste my time than entertaining (boring/irritating) you.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
On Childish People
Yesterday I was on campus and during my hour long break I stopped off over at East Commons to meet Scott for lunch. While waiting for Scott and as I was checking messages on my telephone (which I must admit, is a rare occurance) I turned to my left to see a particular hippie/hipster fellow that Scott and I almost became roommates with. As I mentioned at the start of this blogging site, we cut the "gentleman" loose from our living arrangement (I should say Scott did with my backing consent, and I delivered the final blow of reaffirming that rejection) and left him to look for a place all on his own (he eventually found a place, a studio apartment in the area he'd so desperately rallied for). Again, as you may believe me/us to be horrible monsters for saying "hey there, we don't want to live with you because you're taking us to a horrible place of eternal damnation via mediation gardens and bad music" consider the circumstances. $1800 rent with no utilities paid in a bad neighborhood with the likelihood (guarantee) of hipster folk visiting, praising Howl, and believing the beat movement to be the pinnacle of human existence. No good.
So, with that small, yet important, diversion in mind let's return to the story/topic/anecdote at hand. I was waiting for Scott, checking my messages, and noticed said hipster/former soon-to-be roommate to my left wearing his knock-off Ray Bans, his "medallion" and his button-up shirt hardly buttoned-up, exposing his near-hairless chest and hippie-bling, toting unkempt hair and a scraggly hobo-beard (the more I describe him the more I wonder how we almost became roommates with this chap). As I looked over and noticed this guy, who isn't a horrible person, nor is he evil and not harboring any ill-will towards the lad, I naturally began raising my free hand to wave. But as I turned to do so, I caught the ever-so noticeable (even behind those ray bans) "oh, no, what on Earth shall I do" reaction emanating from his person. And as he pondered this for that split-second, he readied his defenses and brazenly cocked his head, turning it upward and leftward as though a rare bird had suddenly come into view. Yes, he was ignoring me, the "cold-shoulder" if you will, choosing not to acknowledge my existence and relying on the third grade for "that kid who took my pokemon pogs with a vicious tidily-wink" diversionary tactics. All the while I followed him with my eyes to reassure myself that I was not simply imagining this clear display of childishness. I was correct in my assumptions. Yes, as soon as I was out of his periphery this rare bird seemed to have dropped off the face (or he realized it was merely a pigeon) of the Earth and his head returned to normal human positioning in the straightforward variety. It was then that I proceeded to laugh.
Moments later, Scott arrived and I told him of the events that transpired. After a hearty laugh he relayed to me that a similar experience had happened to him. Scott is lucky, though, as he actually has a class with said fellow and thus has the opportunity for near-daily laughter. His reaction was the same as mine. Passing, then laughter.
I'm not saying that I'm a perfect adult (if you're reading my blog then you should know that I'm not), but if there's one thing that I can thank my time at college for it is most certainly my ability to interact with people who I know and to let matters go (save for with my brother as it's a different story all together, but all that's ok now...for now). You can't change the events that happened, you can look at things with 20/20 hindsight and say that you should have/could have/would have done things differently. No, but what you can do is roll with the punches. Or as the saying goes "like water off a duck's back" (as ducks can't get wet...although I'd like to see what would happen if you hit one with a high pressure water hose...not the hose itself, but the water shooting from it, is there some sort of anti-water force field?). And I would certainly hope that my friends (of both the blog-reading and non-blog-reading variety) would have the decency to still speak to me when they feel as though I've wronged them or said something stupid or done something stupid or acted stupidly or feel as though I'm being "weird" or something of the sort and to not do as this hipster/hippie who clearly no longer wants friendship has done by ignoring me and treating me as a problem that will go away if left unaddressed for a good period of time. I would also hope that if any of you caught me acting as a child then you would tell me to "man-up" and/or (in Sam's words) "quit being a little bitch."
On a side note, Mondays will have very few to no postings as I'm in class from 9 in the A-M to 7 in the P-M. And now, if you'll excuse me, I must get back to reading for class.
So, with that small, yet important, diversion in mind let's return to the story/topic/anecdote at hand. I was waiting for Scott, checking my messages, and noticed said hipster/former soon-to-be roommate to my left wearing his knock-off Ray Bans, his "medallion" and his button-up shirt hardly buttoned-up, exposing his near-hairless chest and hippie-bling, toting unkempt hair and a scraggly hobo-beard (the more I describe him the more I wonder how we almost became roommates with this chap). As I looked over and noticed this guy, who isn't a horrible person, nor is he evil and not harboring any ill-will towards the lad, I naturally began raising my free hand to wave. But as I turned to do so, I caught the ever-so noticeable (even behind those ray bans) "oh, no, what on Earth shall I do" reaction emanating from his person. And as he pondered this for that split-second, he readied his defenses and brazenly cocked his head, turning it upward and leftward as though a rare bird had suddenly come into view. Yes, he was ignoring me, the "cold-shoulder" if you will, choosing not to acknowledge my existence and relying on the third grade for "that kid who took my pokemon pogs with a vicious tidily-wink" diversionary tactics. All the while I followed him with my eyes to reassure myself that I was not simply imagining this clear display of childishness. I was correct in my assumptions. Yes, as soon as I was out of his periphery this rare bird seemed to have dropped off the face (or he realized it was merely a pigeon) of the Earth and his head returned to normal human positioning in the straightforward variety. It was then that I proceeded to laugh.
Moments later, Scott arrived and I told him of the events that transpired. After a hearty laugh he relayed to me that a similar experience had happened to him. Scott is lucky, though, as he actually has a class with said fellow and thus has the opportunity for near-daily laughter. His reaction was the same as mine. Passing, then laughter.
I'm not saying that I'm a perfect adult (if you're reading my blog then you should know that I'm not), but if there's one thing that I can thank my time at college for it is most certainly my ability to interact with people who I know and to let matters go (save for with my brother as it's a different story all together, but all that's ok now...for now). You can't change the events that happened, you can look at things with 20/20 hindsight and say that you should have/could have/would have done things differently. No, but what you can do is roll with the punches. Or as the saying goes "like water off a duck's back" (as ducks can't get wet...although I'd like to see what would happen if you hit one with a high pressure water hose...not the hose itself, but the water shooting from it, is there some sort of anti-water force field?). And I would certainly hope that my friends (of both the blog-reading and non-blog-reading variety) would have the decency to still speak to me when they feel as though I've wronged them or said something stupid or done something stupid or acted stupidly or feel as though I'm being "weird" or something of the sort and to not do as this hipster/hippie who clearly no longer wants friendship has done by ignoring me and treating me as a problem that will go away if left unaddressed for a good period of time. I would also hope that if any of you caught me acting as a child then you would tell me to "man-up" and/or (in Sam's words) "quit being a little bitch."
On a side note, Mondays will have very few to no postings as I'm in class from 9 in the A-M to 7 in the P-M. And now, if you'll excuse me, I must get back to reading for class.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Some Things Worth Sharing
First, a man who has earned my respect for reasons that will become apparent after reading this article.
Second, a man who earned my respect for being a talented musician, may he rest in peace (today is the 5th anniversary of his passing).
Third, this is just cool.
Second, a man who earned my respect for being a talented musician, may he rest in peace (today is the 5th anniversary of his passing).
Third, this is just cool.
On Grooming
I had planned on writing about why male grooming ("manscaping" as it's called) is disturbing, but it would appear as though DB1 beat me to it. On a related note, the "soothing aloe" Barbasol (the beard buster) worked well enough, but there's something to be said about the original. It's not as soothing or aloe-y. It gets the job done and it feels good right afterwards. But this soothing aloe stuff almost feels too good afterwards. Never trust a comfortable situation. But it'll have to do. For now.
A Few Things
I apologize if my posts are lacking over the next few days (weeks, months, year), but school has started and while I say that I'd actually like to perform well this year, I more than likely won't. So, leave me to my delusions for a little while and once I'm bored then I'll return to you with multi-post days.
I have a plan. I don't want to share the plan because if I say it then it'll end up falling through and I'll look like a goon for not being able to follow through with it. It's a good plan. I thank Genevieve and Scott for suggesting it. I like the plan. You can ask me about the plan. I just don't want to write about it here.
Who are you?
My last day at home I happened to sit down to watch some television and when I turned the power on The Matrix was playing. I sat watching for about five minutes as it was very close to the beginning of the film and I thought to myself "Wow, this was cool in Jr. High!" and shortly afterwards, "Wow, this sucks!" I then changed the station to catch the tail end of Dungeons & Dragons the movie. It came out in 2000. I'd never seen any of the movie, but even for 2000's standards, it looked as though it were made for T.V. But I watched until the credits rolled (it was the final battle scene when I tuned in) and I was laughing at how bad it was and such and I pondered the difference between D&D and the Matrix. See, the latter is bad because it takes itself seriously and the Wachowski brothers really aren't good directors. There're all of the clear biblical parallels and leather. Lots of leather (one of them is married to a dominatrix). Sure, all of the fights were cool and everyone says "gee, I sure would like to be able to dodge bullets and 'upload' a massive arsenal," but come on. I'm the guy who wishes he had super powers every day of the week and even I think that movie is pretty lame and overdone.
I seem to have a problem with shaving gel. I don't know why. I used to use it all the time, but a few months ago I switched to Barbasol (the beard buster) and it was a thick and effective cream. I ran out and used my left-over gel, but I had difficulties keeping the slippery substance in my hand. It's as though it would just bypass my hand and go directly to the sink. Quite frustrating, I must say. It wouldn't lather correctly and was far too annoying to deal with, but because I was too lazy to go to the store to purchase another can of Barbasol I ended up using the gillette crap for about two months. I finally bought some more, but I didn't see the regular version of it and had to go with the "soothing aloe" variety. I haven't tried it yet, but I'll let you all know tomorrow.
Dang it, it's taken me far too long to post this, so I'll finish the rest tomorrow when I let you know about how the shave goes.
EDIT:
I apologize, the shaving gel in question was not Gillette, but rather "Edge."
I have a plan. I don't want to share the plan because if I say it then it'll end up falling through and I'll look like a goon for not being able to follow through with it. It's a good plan. I thank Genevieve and Scott for suggesting it. I like the plan. You can ask me about the plan. I just don't want to write about it here.
Who are you?
My last day at home I happened to sit down to watch some television and when I turned the power on The Matrix was playing. I sat watching for about five minutes as it was very close to the beginning of the film and I thought to myself "Wow, this was cool in Jr. High!" and shortly afterwards, "Wow, this sucks!" I then changed the station to catch the tail end of Dungeons & Dragons the movie. It came out in 2000. I'd never seen any of the movie, but even for 2000's standards, it looked as though it were made for T.V. But I watched until the credits rolled (it was the final battle scene when I tuned in) and I was laughing at how bad it was and such and I pondered the difference between D&D and the Matrix. See, the latter is bad because it takes itself seriously and the Wachowski brothers really aren't good directors. There're all of the clear biblical parallels and leather. Lots of leather (one of them is married to a dominatrix). Sure, all of the fights were cool and everyone says "gee, I sure would like to be able to dodge bullets and 'upload' a massive arsenal," but come on. I'm the guy who wishes he had super powers every day of the week and even I think that movie is pretty lame and overdone.
I seem to have a problem with shaving gel. I don't know why. I used to use it all the time, but a few months ago I switched to Barbasol (the beard buster) and it was a thick and effective cream. I ran out and used my left-over gel, but I had difficulties keeping the slippery substance in my hand. It's as though it would just bypass my hand and go directly to the sink. Quite frustrating, I must say. It wouldn't lather correctly and was far too annoying to deal with, but because I was too lazy to go to the store to purchase another can of Barbasol I ended up using the gillette crap for about two months. I finally bought some more, but I didn't see the regular version of it and had to go with the "soothing aloe" variety. I haven't tried it yet, but I'll let you all know tomorrow.
Dang it, it's taken me far too long to post this, so I'll finish the rest tomorrow when I let you know about how the shave goes.
EDIT:
I apologize, the shaving gel in question was not Gillette, but rather "Edge."
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
From the Show on Tuesday
Had this video kept going for a few more seconds you'd see me bee line it straight to the front. This song is called "New Country"
Ted Leo
Posts a link to a story that I find amusing. Something about drug addicted elephants makes me smile.
First Day
I went to school today on 2 1/2 hours of restless sleep. This year is shaping up to be an interesting one. First of all, there's Frampton. You don't know Frampton, but Frampton is golden. Scott and I both have Frampton twice in the same day. I won't begin to explain her as you'd all just look at me with more concern than you already do.
Then there's Granger (who stated that he went dumpster diving in Arizona over the summer), some other guys, and Freeman. I'm not technically in Freeman's class. I was a few years ago, but not now. Professor Roderick Freeman is perhaps, nay, is the best professor I've ever had. He is a personal hero of mine. I need not his class, but because I have a gap in between classes I have opted to sit in just to have the experience once again before I graduate. I only hope that I can take his "Philosophy of Time" course next semester in which he'll describe philosophy and time travel and the effects and probabilities of time travel. It sounds amazing. I want to befriend this man and drink with him. If he were my father I'd bathe his feet in epsom salt after a long day of work and bring him numerous cognacs while he watched Star Trek on his old La-Z-Boy recliner in nothing but a wife-beater with mustard stains, underpants, and tube socks.
I imagine for the most part the year will go by slowly and uneventfully (I know I stated earlier that it would be an interesting year, but it can be both, right?), but there is one thing that makes me absolutely happy. I ran into my first roommate from when I was in the dorms. Yes, Ian. The megadouche of all Lacrosse players. The guy who'd strut up and down the halls shirtless. The man who uttered the phrase "It's because I want to be with you that I can't be with you" to his girlfriend at the time as an excuse to have relations with a gal from the first floor of the dorms. He was quite upset when she didn't put out. Either way, I found out the general location of his living arrangements and if I discover his actual address then it calls for some shenanigans. And if I can manage it, he may make his way onto a particular website that I frequent. No, I haven't grown one bit. And that pleases me.
Then there's Granger (who stated that he went dumpster diving in Arizona over the summer), some other guys, and Freeman. I'm not technically in Freeman's class. I was a few years ago, but not now. Professor Roderick Freeman is perhaps, nay, is the best professor I've ever had. He is a personal hero of mine. I need not his class, but because I have a gap in between classes I have opted to sit in just to have the experience once again before I graduate. I only hope that I can take his "Philosophy of Time" course next semester in which he'll describe philosophy and time travel and the effects and probabilities of time travel. It sounds amazing. I want to befriend this man and drink with him. If he were my father I'd bathe his feet in epsom salt after a long day of work and bring him numerous cognacs while he watched Star Trek on his old La-Z-Boy recliner in nothing but a wife-beater with mustard stains, underpants, and tube socks.
I imagine for the most part the year will go by slowly and uneventfully (I know I stated earlier that it would be an interesting year, but it can be both, right?), but there is one thing that makes me absolutely happy. I ran into my first roommate from when I was in the dorms. Yes, Ian. The megadouche of all Lacrosse players. The guy who'd strut up and down the halls shirtless. The man who uttered the phrase "It's because I want to be with you that I can't be with you" to his girlfriend at the time as an excuse to have relations with a gal from the first floor of the dorms. He was quite upset when she didn't put out. Either way, I found out the general location of his living arrangements and if I discover his actual address then it calls for some shenanigans. And if I can manage it, he may make his way onto a particular website that I frequent. No, I haven't grown one bit. And that pleases me.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
YOWZA!
So, I just made it in to San Diego and boy, I've gotta tell you, WHAT A SHOW! First, the reasons I'm an idiot. I forgot the tickets at home, I forgot to bring the CD with their photos on it, I got us lost (despite the fact that I'd been there a few times before) and we ended up missing the acoustic part of their show (which was the first 4 songs, I know this because I got the set list and they had told me as soon as I got there what I'd missed). They didn't accept credit card, they didn't have an ATM and they didn't have a computer to help me out to print out my tickets. So, Andrew and I had to walk two blocks to a grocery store where the ATM was out of service only to stand in line to buy a Monster energy drink in order to get cash back to see the show.
Either way, their electric set was absolutely amazing and they reassured us that we had only missed what we'd seen the night before during their full acoustic set (which was absolutely brilliant). What made me even happier was that they each recognized me, called me by name and thanked me for everything. Peter and David each offered to try to get me into some 21+ shows on their upcoming tour (one in SD and one in LA). They also gave me a free t-shirt and a whole bunch of stickers. The t-shirt was because I'd bought so much stuff from them and supported them. I already had the shirt, but for some reason a bleach stain got on it, so it's good to have a new one to flaunt. Anyways, the people at the show were kind of lame as they all did that semi-circle around the stage with their hands in their pockets not sure if they thought the band was cool enough to get into. I, on the other hand, went straight to front and center and actually did a little shimmy and a shake during some of their songs. I don't really dance, in fact, I don't really like dancing, but they can get me off of my feet to bounce around a little bit. I really only dance under two conditions. 1) I'm drunk and "Six Months in a Leaky Boat" is on or 2) Birdmonster.
The headlining band was called Sons and Daughters. They were a generic punk band and were introduced in some tacky fashion by some guy saying that they were the best contraceptive (you read that right, contraceptive). It actually really upset me that they were headlining. Their music was standard with no originality whatsoever, but because they're from Scotland then all of a sudden they've got all of the street cred with the indie kids. I'm not even complaining because I'm biased, you look at both of those performances and Birdmonster blows them away. You can actually understand what they're singing and their energy and stage presence is a force to be reckoned with. S&D just stood there while their lead singer played her tambourine. Andrew and I joked that the glove things she had on (which we called gauntlets) gave her +10 magic defense and was made of mythril. Har, har. Needless to say, we skipped most of S&D's set (especially since I had to jet back down to San Diego). So, we left and thanked the band one more time and here I am writing to you about how you all missed out and how I'm pretty much a groupie (minus the sexual favors, of course) and obsessed (if you couldn't already tell). Unfortunately I didn't get to drink with the band as Andrew can't drive stick and, again, I had to get down to San Diego (and the whole not being 21 thing).
The night before during the acoustic set was pretty amazing as well. We got there and talked to them a bit before the set. As you all know, I took photos (as it was a more relaxed environment). After the show was probably the best part as we talked to all of the guys, got free posters along with our CDs (I got mine signed, and I bought 3 copies of the CD...one for me, one for Sam and one for Scott) and I bought 2 other T-shirts (one of which I wore to to-nite's show). Justin complimented Andrew on his Mega Man t-shirt and we mused about Mario Paint Composer and later felt giddy that I had him sign my poster "GOING STATE IN '88!" David and Peter were humble and excited to see us there and we talked about their touring, their new album and why they're so cool. Zack was happy to get attention (I kid because I care).
Anyways, that's about all I've got for now. I'm getting up in about 4 hours for my first day of crap. I don't even know where my classes are or what I'm taking this semester. Jiminy Christmas, I want this year to be over already.
Either way, their electric set was absolutely amazing and they reassured us that we had only missed what we'd seen the night before during their full acoustic set (which was absolutely brilliant). What made me even happier was that they each recognized me, called me by name and thanked me for everything. Peter and David each offered to try to get me into some 21+ shows on their upcoming tour (one in SD and one in LA). They also gave me a free t-shirt and a whole bunch of stickers. The t-shirt was because I'd bought so much stuff from them and supported them. I already had the shirt, but for some reason a bleach stain got on it, so it's good to have a new one to flaunt. Anyways, the people at the show were kind of lame as they all did that semi-circle around the stage with their hands in their pockets not sure if they thought the band was cool enough to get into. I, on the other hand, went straight to front and center and actually did a little shimmy and a shake during some of their songs. I don't really dance, in fact, I don't really like dancing, but they can get me off of my feet to bounce around a little bit. I really only dance under two conditions. 1) I'm drunk and "Six Months in a Leaky Boat" is on or 2) Birdmonster.
The headlining band was called Sons and Daughters. They were a generic punk band and were introduced in some tacky fashion by some guy saying that they were the best contraceptive (you read that right, contraceptive). It actually really upset me that they were headlining. Their music was standard with no originality whatsoever, but because they're from Scotland then all of a sudden they've got all of the street cred with the indie kids. I'm not even complaining because I'm biased, you look at both of those performances and Birdmonster blows them away. You can actually understand what they're singing and their energy and stage presence is a force to be reckoned with. S&D just stood there while their lead singer played her tambourine. Andrew and I joked that the glove things she had on (which we called gauntlets) gave her +10 magic defense and was made of mythril. Har, har. Needless to say, we skipped most of S&D's set (especially since I had to jet back down to San Diego). So, we left and thanked the band one more time and here I am writing to you about how you all missed out and how I'm pretty much a groupie (minus the sexual favors, of course) and obsessed (if you couldn't already tell). Unfortunately I didn't get to drink with the band as Andrew can't drive stick and, again, I had to get down to San Diego (and the whole not being 21 thing).
The night before during the acoustic set was pretty amazing as well. We got there and talked to them a bit before the set. As you all know, I took photos (as it was a more relaxed environment). After the show was probably the best part as we talked to all of the guys, got free posters along with our CDs (I got mine signed, and I bought 3 copies of the CD...one for me, one for Sam and one for Scott) and I bought 2 other T-shirts (one of which I wore to to-nite's show). Justin complimented Andrew on his Mega Man t-shirt and we mused about Mario Paint Composer and later felt giddy that I had him sign my poster "GOING STATE IN '88!" David and Peter were humble and excited to see us there and we talked about their touring, their new album and why they're so cool. Zack was happy to get attention (I kid because I care).
Anyways, that's about all I've got for now. I'm getting up in about 4 hours for my first day of crap. I don't even know where my classes are or what I'm taking this semester. Jiminy Christmas, I want this year to be over already.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Marionette
She's healthy again. While she still has a few aches and pains, I can't afford to take her back to the doctor's until I've been working for a while. I suppose I'll be eating ham/egg and cheese sandwiches for a while so as to save enough money to get her back in peak condition.
Rolling Out
Marionette will be released from automobile hospital at 3pm. I've missed her greatly and look forward to many adventures with my '89 Jeep Comanche. To-nite. Birdmonster. Non-acoustic. Fun. Tons of fun. Then a drive down to San Diego. If only school started next week. I don't care how little money I have, I'd be on my way to San Francisco first thing in the morning to see their homecoming. Peter was telling me last night that at one of their San Francisco shows they played a 2 1/2 hour set with their songs and a bunch of fun covers. I wish I could have been there. And I wish I could be there. Lousy school.
Also, if you notice the time gap from when I said I was downloading photos to when they were actually posted, it did take me that long to get everything going. I wasn't goofing off or anything. That's three hours of choosing the best photos from the crop, converting them from .RAW to .JPG and then resizing them for display. And a side note, I didn't do any edits to the texture of the shots save for making them black and white and changing the exposure meter on some of them to compensate for the lighting on David, Zack and Justin's faces. That's about it for now.
Also, if you notice the time gap from when I said I was downloading photos to when they were actually posted, it did take me that long to get everything going. I wasn't goofing off or anything. That's three hours of choosing the best photos from the crop, converting them from .RAW to .JPG and then resizing them for display. And a side note, I didn't do any edits to the texture of the shots save for making them black and white and changing the exposure meter on some of them to compensate for the lighting on David, Zack and Justin's faces. That's about it for now.
Birdmonster at Fingerprints Records - Long Beach
This is the last uploaded photo. Again, tell me what you all think, your comments and criticisms would be greatly appreciated. Also, for your reference, the band is as follows: Peter - vocals/guitar, Justin - mandolin/banjo (bass, melodica, keyboard), David - guitar/backing vocals, Zach - drums.
Birdmonster at Fingerprints Records - Long Beach
So, these are the photos from the show (not all 200). Let me know what you think of the quality. I decided to use a black and white medium as the lighting wasn't the best and the photos came out better that way for all of the non-singing members of Birdmonster. I guess I can only upload 5 at a time, so I'll gradually do this thing.
Monday, September 1, 2008
!!!
Before I tell you about the amazing events of this evening, I'll just say that I'm currently downloading the photos from the show and from the mountain (to the sea!). So, be ready for a write-up on how cool this band is (although I pretty much only write about that). One for today and one for tomorrow. I think the photo tour of to-nite will be first and a full write-up will follow either tomorrow or Wednesday. And thanks to Andrew Bush for coming through in the clutch once again (2x in a row). I'm also an idiot for not having gotten a photo with the band as I was too excited just talking to them all and them having remembered me, name and all.
A Couple of Things
First of all, Birdmonster to-nite and to-morrow! I'm so excited I might soil my britches.
Second, you should all be thanking Sam. Sam has single handedly kept this thing afloat. See, Sam's a great cat, and while I'd like to write a lengthy segment on why Sam's slicker than grease, I have not the time to give one at the moment. Maybe tomorrow, maybe later this week, but for now, let's just say that whenever I start to complain about something or feel down or whatnot, Sam simply says something to the effect of "quit being a little bitch" or "you're being retarded" accompanied with "get over it" and then all of a sudden things are better. I quit my complaining and moping and get on with what I should be doing (I don't know exactly what that is, but whatever it is, I get back to it). Sam, I salute you and your continuous (successful) efforts to keep my head out of my ass and in the game. As for the rest of you mooks, where's the love?
A write up on the in-store later. And hopefully Marionette will be well again by tomorrow as I need her to get me to San Diego. But now? OFF TO GREATNESS!!!!1111!!1!!!ONEONEONEONEWONWONONEONE111ONE!!!!
Second, you should all be thanking Sam. Sam has single handedly kept this thing afloat. See, Sam's a great cat, and while I'd like to write a lengthy segment on why Sam's slicker than grease, I have not the time to give one at the moment. Maybe tomorrow, maybe later this week, but for now, let's just say that whenever I start to complain about something or feel down or whatnot, Sam simply says something to the effect of "quit being a little bitch" or "you're being retarded" accompanied with "get over it" and then all of a sudden things are better. I quit my complaining and moping and get on with what I should be doing (I don't know exactly what that is, but whatever it is, I get back to it). Sam, I salute you and your continuous (successful) efforts to keep my head out of my ass and in the game. As for the rest of you mooks, where's the love?
A write up on the in-store later. And hopefully Marionette will be well again by tomorrow as I need her to get me to San Diego. But now? OFF TO GREATNESS!!!!1111!!1!!!ONEONEONEONEWONWONONEONE111ONE!!!!
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