College Humor has not put up their new one for the week but I have discovered the previous WYRs that were created before this blog began and I have compiled the best questions of those WYRs. There are so many I am going to have to break it into five parts. There are ten questions per part so prepare for intellectual quagmires and critical decision making.
Would You Rather...
Be able to control your dreams for the rest of your life, or live any fantasy you want for one day?
I never really have to much trouble with my dreams but when I think it out how can you consciously control your dreams when you're not technically conscious enough to do that? I just don't see it working out...and to live out a fantasy for one day would be uber-cool and totally worth not controlling my dreams over. What is the fantasy you ask? That's for me to know...and you all will be the first one to know if it ever comes true.
Wake up next to Jessica Biel or Scarlett Johansson?
God help me wake up next to either one of these two women...hell, if you ARE going to help me, make it both of them! If I have to choose one of them though I would have to go with, even though it is a very difficult decision, Scarlett Johansson...Giggidy Giggidy Giggidy Goo.
Have your life narrated by Morgan Freeman or James Earl Jones?
If you look at acting ability I have always liked Morgan Freeman better and James Earl Jones has always been "the voice" whether it is for Darth Vader or CNN. My life though would be so cool being narrated by Darth Vader but I just always liked to hear Morgan Freeman talk more than Jones. I don't really know how to explain it but I figure since it's my life that is probably a good enough reason as any.
Be 3 inches taller or have your dick be 1 inch bigger?
I am 5 foot 9ish and am very comfortable with my height. Thank you and where do I sign?
Bang Mo the Referee or have a glowing piece of Radical Rock?
Oh dude when I was little she was HOT but I grew up. I do love love love accents, especially in women and she's got one for sure but to have a piece of that Radical Rock forever? That's true glory not just a one night stand with someone who is probably blowing someone else's whistle for cash nowadays...know what I'm sayin??...GUTS! (I do need to get laid though...)
Burn out or fade away?
I have no problem with fading away because it does not have to be a bad thing to fade away. If you burn yourself out on something you basically will try not to do it anymore or you will do it at a mediocre pace because you are worried of the same fate. Fading away can leave you with a legacy and a reputation. You can also fade away gracefully but never burn out gracefully. You ever burned out on something fellow readers? If you have, you know that you never want that to happen again.
Be a Star Wars kid or the Numa Numa guy?
I'm not going to lie I had to look up to see who the "Numa Numa" guy was and it was that guy who sang that shitty song, which I cannot even explain so that's reason number one, while dancing online.I know that you're looking for that time in the sun but it has come and gone because that's not who this kid is and what he's enjoys. If you are a Star Wars kid it is because you thoroughly enjoy the movies and have a love for them. You cannot have a life long love for this shitty song and dance routine. You will NOT fade away on this...you will burn out. Being the Star Wars kid leaves me nerdy but it's the coolest of the nerdy by far!
Eat nothing but McDonalds for the rest of your life, or have to make everything you eat from scratch for the rest of your life?
I could probably handle making my own food all the time but not from scratch every time. McDonalds is a great drunk food and, seeing as how I am drunk on a regular basis, I can justify McDonalds for that reason and the fact that no one ever has to drive far to get to one. With an ever expanding menu that I could rotate upon daily or weekly McDonalds has everything I want and more. Ba da ba ba ba...I'm lovin it.
Run into yourself 10 years into the past or 10 years into the future?
Well I don't think I would have an intelligent conversation with myself since I would be around 12 years old. Seeing myself 10 years in the future would be a intellectual and enlightening experience and I would love to see if the decisions I've made to this point have helped or hindered my continual growth in life.
For good measure (I won't even answer these but I just want you to see the genious and anger that is out there in the world):
Get pounded in the fucking face till your own bitch of a mother doesn't recognize you anymore or quit looking at my fucking girlfriend chief? (Anger issues much?)
Would you rather have chocolate for blood or a panda for a heart? (Can you say how high was I last night?)
Finally here is what Streeter (the editor of the Weekly WYR) describes as the winner of the "Hate-Fueld Bigot" award:
"This may not be very PC but I don't care. Here goes:
Would you rather have a son who came out and told you he was gay OR have your daughter marry a black guy?
Tough one huh?"
Streeter's response: "Congrats man, you're a horrible person."
Friday, August 31, 2007
Sick
I get my "fixed" car back, and now it has transmission problems. Fucking great. I have cattle calls tonight (opera auditions) and I'm really nervous. On a lighter note, I met a guy and I'm going to his place for spaghetti tonight. Sweet
I miss home but it's starting to feel a little better around here. I can't wait to show off my nicely decorated place :)
I miss home but it's starting to feel a little better around here. I can't wait to show off my nicely decorated place :)
A Thought, Kiznox
A word to the wise, if you will
East Lansing is not like where you've lived before. It's a hardcore college town, and frankly, you need to not run your mouth off around people when you don't know how they'll react. There are a lot of douchebags around, and just because we're used to each other's breaking points doesn't mean that everyone you run into will be the same. It sucks, but it's true in an area like that. A fender bender is not the time to joke around. And I only say this because I lived there for four years, and it's just one of those things you learn - err on the safe side, because the last thing you want is to get jumped by a couple of angry assholes - and it happens
East Lansing is not like where you've lived before. It's a hardcore college town, and frankly, you need to not run your mouth off around people when you don't know how they'll react. There are a lot of douchebags around, and just because we're used to each other's breaking points doesn't mean that everyone you run into will be the same. It sucks, but it's true in an area like that. A fender bender is not the time to joke around. And I only say this because I lived there for four years, and it's just one of those things you learn - err on the safe side, because the last thing you want is to get jumped by a couple of angry assholes - and it happens
Watch this video
A tribute to the Virginia Tech shootings with background music of one of 12 Stones' new songs off of "Anthem for the Underdog" called "World So Cold."
I'm speechless.
I'm speechless.
The WWE is at it again
At least they are trying to nip this thing in the bud...we don't need another Benoit roaming around.
It's been 10 years
On August 31, 1997 Diana, Princess of Wales was killed in a car crash in the Pont de l'Alma road tunnel in Paris, France, along with her companion Dodi Fayed, and their driver Henri Paul. Fayed's bodyguard Trevor Rees-Jones was the only car occupant to survive the accident.
Most reports and findings concluded that the cause was a car crash occasioned by a chauffeur, who had consumed too much alcohol and had lost control speeding whilst trying to evade press photographers. There was controversy about the initial finding.
At the entrance to the tunnel, their car lost control, swerved to the left of the two-lane carriageway and collided head-on with the thirteenth pillar supporting the roof, then spun to a stop. There was no guard rail between the pillars to prevent this.
Dodi Fayed and Henri Paul both died at the scene. Dodi Fayed had been sitting in the rear left passenger seat and appeared to be dead. Nevertheless, fire officers were still trying - in vain - to resuscitate him when he was pronounced dead by a doctor at 1.30hrs. Henri Paul was declared dead on removal from the wreckage.
The Princess of Wales, who had been sitting in the rear right passenger seat, was still conscious and crouched on the floor of the vehicle with her back to the road. She was trapped in the wreckage for nearly an hour but the roof was cut off the car and she was eventually freed, alive, from the wreckage, and after some delay due to attempts to stabilize her at the scene, she was taken by ambulance to Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital, arriving there shortly after 2:00 a.m. Despite attempts to save her, her internal injuries were too extensive: her heart had been displaced from the left to the right side of the chest, which tore the pulmonary vein and the pericardium. Despite surgery, the damage was irreparable. Two hours later, at 4:00 that morning, the doctors pronounced her dead. At 5:30, her death was announced at a press conference held by a hospital doctor, Jean-Pierre Chevènement (France's Interior Minister), and Sir Michael Jay(Britain's ambassador to France).
Many have speculated that if Diana had worn a seat belt, her injuries would have been less severe. This speculation was likely fuelled by early media reports stating that Trevor Rees-Jones was the only car occupant to have worn a seat belt. However these reports proved incorrect: both the French and the British investigations concluded that none of the occupants of the car was wearing a seat belt at the time of the impact.
Most reports and findings concluded that the cause was a car crash occasioned by a chauffeur, who had consumed too much alcohol and had lost control speeding whilst trying to evade press photographers. There was controversy about the initial finding.
At the entrance to the tunnel, their car lost control, swerved to the left of the two-lane carriageway and collided head-on with the thirteenth pillar supporting the roof, then spun to a stop. There was no guard rail between the pillars to prevent this.
Dodi Fayed and Henri Paul both died at the scene. Dodi Fayed had been sitting in the rear left passenger seat and appeared to be dead. Nevertheless, fire officers were still trying - in vain - to resuscitate him when he was pronounced dead by a doctor at 1.30hrs. Henri Paul was declared dead on removal from the wreckage.
The Princess of Wales, who had been sitting in the rear right passenger seat, was still conscious and crouched on the floor of the vehicle with her back to the road. She was trapped in the wreckage for nearly an hour but the roof was cut off the car and she was eventually freed, alive, from the wreckage, and after some delay due to attempts to stabilize her at the scene, she was taken by ambulance to Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital, arriving there shortly after 2:00 a.m. Despite attempts to save her, her internal injuries were too extensive: her heart had been displaced from the left to the right side of the chest, which tore the pulmonary vein and the pericardium. Despite surgery, the damage was irreparable. Two hours later, at 4:00 that morning, the doctors pronounced her dead. At 5:30, her death was announced at a press conference held by a hospital doctor, Jean-Pierre Chevènement (France's Interior Minister), and Sir Michael Jay(Britain's ambassador to France).
Many have speculated that if Diana had worn a seat belt, her injuries would have been less severe. This speculation was likely fuelled by early media reports stating that Trevor Rees-Jones was the only car occupant to have worn a seat belt. However these reports proved incorrect: both the French and the British investigations concluded that none of the occupants of the car was wearing a seat belt at the time of the impact.
Fuck...
So tonight has been pretty interesting.
We started drinking and watching Heroe's. Then the power went out. We went and met a bunch of neighbors and played beer pong in the hallway. I wish I had a camera. Then? Then we went to a bar. On the way back we met up with a friend that was going to drive us home...
...this is where it gets interesting...
we hit the car in front of us. Not hard. But scratched their bumper. Not a big deal....the thing that ruined my night? The guy that I tried to joke with.
You make one joke that could be considered a gay joke that could lighten up the mood and you get shoved into the parking lot. I wanted to kill him for a multitude of reasons. Luckily, there were way too many police around for this to escalate into a fight. No, I dont think that I would have won. However, I dont think that the people I was with would have let things go much further without beating the shit out of this guy.
Its weird. I made a joke. One that I thought would make him feel better because of the situation. One that made me laugh. One that almost caused a huge fight.
I wish I had hit him in the jaw when I had the chance.
We started drinking and watching Heroe's. Then the power went out. We went and met a bunch of neighbors and played beer pong in the hallway. I wish I had a camera. Then? Then we went to a bar. On the way back we met up with a friend that was going to drive us home...
...this is where it gets interesting...
we hit the car in front of us. Not hard. But scratched their bumper. Not a big deal....the thing that ruined my night? The guy that I tried to joke with.
You make one joke that could be considered a gay joke that could lighten up the mood and you get shoved into the parking lot. I wanted to kill him for a multitude of reasons. Luckily, there were way too many police around for this to escalate into a fight. No, I dont think that I would have won. However, I dont think that the people I was with would have let things go much further without beating the shit out of this guy.
Its weird. I made a joke. One that I thought would make him feel better because of the situation. One that made me laugh. One that almost caused a huge fight.
I wish I had hit him in the jaw when I had the chance.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
New Developments!
We have just had new and exciting developments in the race to find a cure to Puss-Out-itis! Just within the last hour or so we have seen new symptoms of the disease!
Symptoms include, but are not limited to, becoming a drama king, excessive and unnecessary swearing, not realizing that people in newspapers had to start somewhere, unlimited/blind rage, and not being able to stay up past Leno! Oh goodness what an exciting day for science! If you experience any of these symptoms consult your local bartender.
We hope to find a cure soon...
Symptoms include, but are not limited to, becoming a drama king, excessive and unnecessary swearing, not realizing that people in newspapers had to start somewhere, unlimited/blind rage, and not being able to stay up past Leno! Oh goodness what an exciting day for science! If you experience any of these symptoms consult your local bartender.
We hope to find a cure soon...
Alternative Eye Candy of the Day
While we're on the subject of hot athletes...
Brought to you by Cristiano Ronaldo, midfielder for Manchester United
Brought to you by Cristiano Ronaldo, midfielder for Manchester United
Save the Cheerleader, Save the World...
Somebody told me that the phrase has been over used and possibly has lost meaning. I declare that to be fucking wrong. You hear me? Wrong. Why do I feel this way? Why is it so important that the world understands that no matter how many times it is said, it should never lose importance? Because of Superman.Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
It is iconic. It is immortal. It is Superman.
Think about it. Over analyze it. Soak it up for all that it is worth.
HAHAHA kiznox
So you've found my unfinished post...
I may or may not finish it. Maybe I'll even do it today. It's another one of those posts (like the "what is art" one) that is going to take a great deal of thought to ensure it doesn't come across as totally biased to my own music tastes. But I'm pretty much done for the day, so maybe if I'm feeling enthusiastic, I'll do it just for you
I may or may not finish it. Maybe I'll even do it today. It's another one of those posts (like the "what is art" one) that is going to take a great deal of thought to ensure it doesn't come across as totally biased to my own music tastes. But I'm pretty much done for the day, so maybe if I'm feeling enthusiastic, I'll do it just for you
Ahem...
Puss-Out-Itis is a fucking medical condition. Do you make fun of the mentally disabled simply because they are not like you? No, you do not. Because that would be wrong. I will ask each and every one of you to take a moment and reflect on your own humanity before tearing me and my medical condition to pieces. I have a heart, people. You may have just broken it.
In other news, the Detroit Free Press has sucked for a long time. A long time. When they were bought out by Ridder, (I think it was Ridder) they fired a ton of staffers, sent others to more prominent papers, and many others left because management blew. Hard. So yeah, you should not be surprised about any dumbfuck articles coming out of that piece of shit daily. I also hate them for trying to make me work in sports. (although that was actually the Detroit News, they are owned by the same company and, therefore, subject to my blind rage)
Finally: You ever gonna finish up that 5 truths of modern music? I am getting a little ansy(sic?) and I want to know all of them. Pretty please?
Yep. That'll do for now.
Bitches.
In other news, the Detroit Free Press has sucked for a long time. A long time. When they were bought out by Ridder, (I think it was Ridder) they fired a ton of staffers, sent others to more prominent papers, and many others left because management blew. Hard. So yeah, you should not be surprised about any dumbfuck articles coming out of that piece of shit daily. I also hate them for trying to make me work in sports. (although that was actually the Detroit News, they are owned by the same company and, therefore, subject to my blind rage)
Finally: You ever gonna finish up that 5 truths of modern music? I am getting a little ansy(sic?) and I want to know all of them. Pretty please?
Yep. That'll do for now.
Bitches.
I hope this allays your homophobia fears, Rambo
Yeah... That free press article is complete trash. The fact that it is the most popular free press article online is embarassing. And yes, Rambo, you're right. It seems like the article is simply a way to link the gay community specifically to Harrington - even the headline "Gay fans back Joey Harrington in Atlanta" has implications that could be misconstrued if one did not read the article (of course, the Free Press will deny this because they specifically mention he is married in the article).
Outsports is a web magazine designed for homosexuals who also enjoy sports, gay athletes, and the ways in which the gay community and sports community work together. If anything, the free press article offends me as a gay man. What exactly are they trying to imply? I've got news for you - a lot of athletes are really hot. And a lot of gay men like athletic guys.
Therefore...
Gay men are likely to find a good looking football player attractive, and support them, no matter who it is. Would you ever write an article about how women find a new addition to a team attractive and give him their support? No. You wouldn't. And why? Here lies the very core of homophobia:
Because when women find a good looking guy attractive, it's more "normal."
Seriously. I'm not a big sports fan, but I watch with friends, and daresay, when I am (and I'm actually paying attention) I get really into it (none of you have ever been around me during a World Cup game when England is playing... it can get a little intense). And yes, considering I am ATTRACTED TO MEN I notice when they are good looking. Does the free press really think that the number of male viewers of tennis matches increases when Anna Kournikova is playing because they admire her skill and technique?
What's even more infuriating to me? The entire article portrays homosexuals as the bad stereotype people think of them as, instead of in the way that Outsports wants them to be viewed. The people they quote essentially say "Gays like football now because we want to stare at the hot guys." Anyone who remembers my ex-bf Spencer will agree with me when I say it is not impossible for a gay man to be your normal, athletic, jock-ish guy.
The whole article is just a way to falsely sensationalize a topic that is not news.
and for fuck's sake do you blame gays (and probably a great deal of women) for finding him attractive? I think he's a good looking guy, he's a jazz pianist in his free time, and he apparently is very charming in interviews - what's not to like about that? But that does not mean I'm all of the sudden going to become an Atlanta Falcons fan in order to grab a chance to get a peek at him from 500 ft away in the nosebleed section of the stadium.
Outsports is a web magazine designed for homosexuals who also enjoy sports, gay athletes, and the ways in which the gay community and sports community work together. If anything, the free press article offends me as a gay man. What exactly are they trying to imply? I've got news for you - a lot of athletes are really hot. And a lot of gay men like athletic guys.
Therefore...
Gay men are
Because when women find a good looking guy attractive, it's more "normal."
Seriously. I'm not a big sports fan, but I watch with friends, and daresay, when I am (and I'm actually paying attention) I get really into it (none of you have ever been around me during a World Cup game when England is playing... it can get a little intense). And yes, considering I am ATTRACTED TO MEN I notice when they are good looking. Does the free press really think that the number of male viewers of tennis matches increases when Anna Kournikova is playing because they admire her skill and technique?
What's even more infuriating to me? The entire article portrays homosexuals as the bad stereotype people think of them as, instead of in the way that Outsports wants them to be viewed. The people they quote essentially say "Gays like football now because we want to stare at the hot guys." Anyone who remembers my ex-bf Spencer will agree with me when I say it is not impossible for a gay man to be your normal, athletic, jock-ish guy.
The whole article is just a way to falsely sensationalize a topic that is not news.
and for fuck's sake do you blame gays (and probably a great deal of women) for finding him attractive? I think he's a good looking guy, he's a jazz pianist in his free time, and he apparently is very charming in interviews - what's not to like about that? But that does not mean I'm all of the sudden going to become an Atlanta Falcons fan in order to grab a chance to get a peek at him from 500 ft away in the nosebleed section of the stadium.
For Shame...
Thanks to the previous post by Hock I now have two things to talk about in today's installment of "For Shame."
Kiznox...what the hell? Hock had to come up with a medical condition to explain your shitty sleep patterns....Wow. Never in the years I have known you have you passed out at midnight, let alone two or three am....especially with all the sleep you are supposedly getting. Because I am not able to see you I have no choice but to say, "for shame."
Detroit Free Press...what the hell? You have now run an article on former Lions QB Joey Harrington, who is not one of my favorite people but I feel was not given a fair shot in Detroit, about how the QB is the center of attention of the gay community in Atlanta. This is not a shot against gays at all, just wanted to throw that out there. This is a shot against the Free Press who, in my opinion, is looking to simply embarass Joey Harrington for the simple fact of embarassing him. I'm not saying it is an embarassment totally to be loved by a section of the community but is it really necessary to tell this story of a QB of ill fame in Detroit who just got married and is becoming the starting QB in Atlanta (thank you Michael Vick)? I guess getting more fans to the stadium works out for the Falcons but this is not the way to let people know that, even though they may be football fans, they are coming out because Harrington is hot. This comes across as me being a little prejudice but that is not how it is intended at all. Detroit Free Press...for shame.
Kiznox...what the hell? Hock had to come up with a medical condition to explain your shitty sleep patterns....Wow. Never in the years I have known you have you passed out at midnight, let alone two or three am....especially with all the sleep you are supposedly getting. Because I am not able to see you I have no choice but to say, "for shame."
Detroit Free Press...what the hell? You have now run an article on former Lions QB Joey Harrington, who is not one of my favorite people but I feel was not given a fair shot in Detroit, about how the QB is the center of attention of the gay community in Atlanta. This is not a shot against gays at all, just wanted to throw that out there. This is a shot against the Free Press who, in my opinion, is looking to simply embarass Joey Harrington for the simple fact of embarassing him. I'm not saying it is an embarassment totally to be loved by a section of the community but is it really necessary to tell this story of a QB of ill fame in Detroit who just got married and is becoming the starting QB in Atlanta (thank you Michael Vick)? I guess getting more fans to the stadium works out for the Falcons but this is not the way to let people know that, even though they may be football fans, they are coming out because Harrington is hot. This comes across as me being a little prejudice but that is not how it is intended at all. Detroit Free Press...for shame.
New Serious Medical Condition Discovered!
Late last night, I discovered a possible medical condition in our very own Kiznox. I pondered what it could possibly be all day long today. Again tonight it affected him once more. I am naming this illness Pussing Out-itis, and yes, that is a scientific term...maybe. My conclusion is that it is a very serious condition where the affected cannot stay up past midnight, even though they got at least 9 hours of sleep the night before. Further research needs to be conducted to find out the potential hazard this illness has. All I know is that this has affected Kiznox the past 2 nights now, granted he stayed up a lot later tonight. I still believe he needs our help to get over this. We need to find him a cure or he won't be able to stop pussing out. Somebody please think of the children!
I should have been on Legends of the Hidden Temple
I dont care if I was chubby and lazy, I had to have been better at the Shrine of the Silver Monkey than this kid who wastes 40 FUCKING SECONDS TRYING TO PUT IT TOGETHER when he's ONE room away from the treasure. What the fuck.
Things that make me feel old...
Jason, the red power ranger during the first season in 1993
Jason the red power ranger during a fan conference in 2007
Holy crap... we got old
Jason the red power ranger during a fan conference in 2007
Holy crap... we got old
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
It's So God Damn Hot!
Sitting in a classroom with no air conditioning is not pleasant. Actually, it's awful. It's way too damn hot out to do anything. Fuck this weather.
What the fuck?
So I want a new tv. 24". Maybe with two, or even three inputs if possible. Round screen. Nothing too fancy (haha, umphrey's song title... ahem, anyway).
They do not MAKE tvs like that anymore. My other options? Spend 350 fucking dollars on a flat screen. It's a fucking 24 inch tv, and I am a struggling college student... I mean are you serious? I did manage to find one, but it's still 200 dollars, and more than what I need it for. It fucking pisses me off.
On a happier note, I got my loan refund, so I'm no longer living in poverty. It's not much after I paid off a few thou on my credit card, but it helps
They do not MAKE tvs like that anymore. My other options? Spend 350 fucking dollars on a flat screen. It's a fucking 24 inch tv, and I am a struggling college student... I mean are you serious? I did manage to find one, but it's still 200 dollars, and more than what I need it for. It fucking pisses me off.
On a happier note, I got my loan refund, so I'm no longer living in poverty. It's not much after I paid off a few thou on my credit card, but it helps
Throw that Middle Finger Up and Wave it Like Nobody's Business...
Yesterday I felt pretty pissed off about my computer. For the longest time I could not get the internet to work. Then someone magically fixed it with their awesomeness. Now, of course, I am having problems with AIM. Not that big of a deal, but enough to push me to the edge of rage.
Then I go on the web site I need to use to get all of my class stuff together and what happens? The damn thing does not recognize the high school I graduated from! To top it off, it does not recognize any high school in the state of Michigan.
Well,
Damnit! All I am trying to do is save myself an annoying trip to the campus, which is probably crawling with people trying to do the same thing that I am, and stand in one of those stupid lines for stupid ever and hate every single moment of it just to fill out another set of paperwork that I have already completed online except for that fucking high school portion.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Then I go on the web site I need to use to get all of my class stuff together and what happens? The damn thing does not recognize the high school I graduated from! To top it off, it does not recognize any high school in the state of Michigan.
Well,
Damnit! All I am trying to do is save myself an annoying trip to the campus, which is probably crawling with people trying to do the same thing that I am, and stand in one of those stupid lines for stupid ever and hate every single moment of it just to fill out another set of paperwork that I have already completed online except for that fucking high school portion.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Eye Candy of the Day...
Who is this girl? No fucking clue over here. Does it really matter? Look at her, with her sexy bead thing and gorgeous smile. Almost as if she is taunting you, teasing you, wanting you to pounce without saying a word.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Floobiddydoobiddydoo
Sometimes I like to make up words. I feel like the world would be happier if we had more ridiculous sounding words. Like floobiddydoobiddydoo. Or flonknurgler.
or snafloffityboober
or snafloffityboober
Could I BE any more manic-depressive these days?
...he said a la Chandler from friends
I really should just stop flipping out about being down here so much. It's really hard. I don't think there's any way to describe the way I've been feeling. But sometimes I just need to cling to my rays of hope.
I probably got into the best ensemble here (I don't officially know, but the director sure sounded like it today). I have a directing class that I'm extremely excited about. I had a cute guy poke me on facebook (always good for my mood). And I hung out with a group of cool people who I actually like a lot tonight, if only for an hour or so.
I'm liable to be all over the place on here for a while, until I get settled, so just try to bear with me.
I leave you with this Ghostbusters poster in the style of Grindhouse advertisement:
I really should just stop flipping out about being down here so much. It's really hard. I don't think there's any way to describe the way I've been feeling. But sometimes I just need to cling to my rays of hope.
I probably got into the best ensemble here (I don't officially know, but the director sure sounded like it today). I have a directing class that I'm extremely excited about. I had a cute guy poke me on facebook (always good for my mood). And I hung out with a group of cool people who I actually like a lot tonight, if only for an hour or so.
I'm liable to be all over the place on here for a while, until I get settled, so just try to bear with me.
I leave you with this Ghostbusters poster in the style of Grindhouse advertisement:
I would like...
...to punch a baby.
You heard me.
I'm feeling unnecessarily aggressive, angry, and annoyed, and I would like to punch a baby.
I don't see any way to get over this feeling except for to:
a) Destroy something fragile while yelling out some sort of primal scream
b) Hurt someone physically
Why do I feel this way?
I hate it here.
I have one or two moments in my school week in which I do not feel like I am being patronized by teachers or colleagues.
I live in a building with a stupid redneck family with screaming bratty children. The other people in the building are deathly quiet. I have stopped caring if playing music loudly with the bass up will annoy people during the day. If they're pissed off, they can come bug me. Fuck them.
My car is broken down, so even if I managed to make some friends, I can't go see them without asking for a ride or bugging my sister. I also cant drive myself to the gym to weight lift away my anger.
I miss my old life, and my old friends. And yet I know that the likelihood of me ever seeing anyone has dropped exponentially since I moved. I don't have the money, the means, or the time to visit home. And frankly, I'm not really enough of a reason to drive four and a half fucking hours through goddam Indiana on a regular basis. I would say I'll be lucky if I get visitors more than twice a semester
You heard me.
I'm feeling unnecessarily aggressive, angry, and annoyed, and I would like to punch a baby.
I don't see any way to get over this feeling except for to:
a) Destroy something fragile while yelling out some sort of primal scream
b) Hurt someone physically
Why do I feel this way?
I hate it here.
I have one or two moments in my school week in which I do not feel like I am being patronized by teachers or colleagues.
I live in a building with a stupid redneck family with screaming bratty children. The other people in the building are deathly quiet. I have stopped caring if playing music loudly with the bass up will annoy people during the day. If they're pissed off, they can come bug me. Fuck them.
My car is broken down, so even if I managed to make some friends, I can't go see them without asking for a ride or bugging my sister. I also cant drive myself to the gym to weight lift away my anger.
I miss my old life, and my old friends. And yet I know that the likelihood of me ever seeing anyone has dropped exponentially since I moved. I don't have the money, the means, or the time to visit home. And frankly, I'm not really enough of a reason to drive four and a half fucking hours through goddam Indiana on a regular basis. I would say I'll be lucky if I get visitors more than twice a semester
Dating Married People...
That has nothing to do with this post, but I just want the world to know the we had a Google ad for married people looking to date outside of their marriage. Discreetly.
Wow.
So yeah, I have not been keeping the blog littered with my usual list of posts, but I promise that once my Goddamn-motherfuck-piece-of-shit-cocktease-stripperwife-son-of-a- fucking-bitch-ass-cunt-goblin computer stops sucking, you will have me back.
FUCK YOU COMPUTER. FUCK YOU IN THE EAR.
Yup, the damn internet does not work on my computer so I am forced to use Hock's at the moment.
Keeping things brief: the move went well, or as well as it could have gone. I am sure that we will all be done unpacking by Christmas. I love it here.
Wow.
So yeah, I have not been keeping the blog littered with my usual list of posts, but I promise that once my Goddamn-motherfuck-piece-of-shit-cocktease-stripperwife-son-of-a- fucking-bitch-ass-cunt-goblin computer stops sucking, you will have me back.
FUCK YOU COMPUTER. FUCK YOU IN THE EAR.
Yup, the damn internet does not work on my computer so I am forced to use Hock's at the moment.
Keeping things brief: the move went well, or as well as it could have gone. I am sure that we will all be done unpacking by Christmas. I love it here.
What is Art?
Holy shit, I'm really going there...
Trust me, you get a lot of time to think about weird things like this when you have no one around, no money, and no car. True story. So if this turns out anything like I hope it will, get ready for quite a bit of philosophy...
This train of thought begins with somewhat of an identity crisis I've been having recently. In addition to the fact that I don't think I'm happy with my life as a homosexual (whole different story there, but worth mentioning in this context), I've been having real issues with my decision for higher education. Because I've examined myself, and I truly believe that what I desire is to create art, and I do not think I am capable of doing so to the extent that I would like.
Having made that statement, I don't want it to color the rest of my writing. I am happy with my talents as a musician, and the success I have achieved. But this is something different.
I consider myself to be not an artist, but an interpreter. Art, in my mind, is something you must create. I listen to my favorite music groups and realize that I would trade just about anything to have that level of creativity - my brief forays into composing and writing have been mostly fruitless, and painfully derivative of the things I already know. I am intelligent, and able to analyze everything I see, and hear, and take in, but my ingenuity stops there.
Besides my friends and family, I have only been able to find one aspect of life that I consider to be a source of support, and that is music. It is difficult for me to describe with any sense of scope the way I feel when I hear music I enjoy. Feelings of manic euphoria that make it impossible to keep from grinning, and moving to the rhythm. Unexpected eroticism that seems almost primal in its nature. Pyrotechnic bursts of color that seem to be exploding somewhere in my head. Rushes of emotion so intense that I find myself choking back tears for no other reason than the way one sound leads into another. I have often told friends that the only reason why I still use drugs is the way in which my perception of time is slowed down, so that I feel like I can listen for every tiny nuance that makes the music so important to me.
Based on my upbringing and genetics, it is not surprising to me that musical arts should be the form with which I identify most strongly. But I would imagine that the same would be the case for someone who was inclined more toward the visual arts or language arts (or any other - I thought those were the three most generalized descriptions of art forms).
But what is art?
What is it about what I hear that moves me in the way that it does? What is it about any piece of art that moves people in the way that it does? And more interestingly, what is it that causes us to react so completely differently to the same work?
I do not profess to appreciate every song, and every painting, and every photograph, and every novel, and sculpture, and play, and opera, and poem (the list goes on and on). I think that it is in our nature as human beings to judge that which does not speak to us. Consider, for instance, how quick we are to vehemently denounce a whole genre that we do not enjoy, and how offensive it can be when someone calls a favorite into question. I'm not saying it's something that (typically) breaks up a friendship, but think of the way you felt the last time someone said they thought your favorite book was trash, or your favorite band was terrible. It is almost as if it calls a portion of our being into question - as if someone is telling us that the things we feel or the facts in life that we are so certain of are incorrect. Conversely, what substance does a piece of art have if we do not feel anything when we see, hear or read it? Art is only worth what we make of it - the instant that someone says that they believe something is inspired, it becomes so, and as long as there is one person in the span of time who ever thought that, it should be impossible for anyone to ever strip it of that description.
I have a real issue with reviewers. I know that there definitely is a fine line between something that is well written and something that is not - and I think the artist knows it at the time as well, whether a masterpiece or not. However, what right does anyone have to say that they believe that a piece of art is "good" or "bad". Certainly, they can say if they like it or not, and reasons why, but who would dare to be so bold as to profess that they know better than the artist him or herself.
I believe that art is linked with the soul, for lack of a better term. The moments that we find beauty in are more than mere opinions based on our experiences. It is like a sixth sense, as tangible to us as the smells, and sights, and tastes we experience on a daily basis. It is something we know without question, but are unable to explain why.
I would make a request here for anyone who reads this to be slow to judge someone based on their artistic taste. As we proved here a few months ago, even the four of us, being best of friends, have startlingly different top ten artist lists (for music, that is). Remember that the same thing that speaks to your emotion so clearly speaks to others as well.
Trust me, you get a lot of time to think about weird things like this when you have no one around, no money, and no car. True story. So if this turns out anything like I hope it will, get ready for quite a bit of philosophy...
This train of thought begins with somewhat of an identity crisis I've been having recently. In addition to the fact that I don't think I'm happy with my life as a homosexual (whole different story there, but worth mentioning in this context), I've been having real issues with my decision for higher education. Because I've examined myself, and I truly believe that what I desire is to create art, and I do not think I am capable of doing so to the extent that I would like.
Having made that statement, I don't want it to color the rest of my writing. I am happy with my talents as a musician, and the success I have achieved. But this is something different.
I consider myself to be not an artist, but an interpreter. Art, in my mind, is something you must create. I listen to my favorite music groups and realize that I would trade just about anything to have that level of creativity - my brief forays into composing and writing have been mostly fruitless, and painfully derivative of the things I already know. I am intelligent, and able to analyze everything I see, and hear, and take in, but my ingenuity stops there.
Besides my friends and family, I have only been able to find one aspect of life that I consider to be a source of support, and that is music. It is difficult for me to describe with any sense of scope the way I feel when I hear music I enjoy. Feelings of manic euphoria that make it impossible to keep from grinning, and moving to the rhythm. Unexpected eroticism that seems almost primal in its nature. Pyrotechnic bursts of color that seem to be exploding somewhere in my head. Rushes of emotion so intense that I find myself choking back tears for no other reason than the way one sound leads into another. I have often told friends that the only reason why I still use drugs is the way in which my perception of time is slowed down, so that I feel like I can listen for every tiny nuance that makes the music so important to me.
Based on my upbringing and genetics, it is not surprising to me that musical arts should be the form with which I identify most strongly. But I would imagine that the same would be the case for someone who was inclined more toward the visual arts or language arts (or any other - I thought those were the three most generalized descriptions of art forms).
But what is art?
What is it about what I hear that moves me in the way that it does? What is it about any piece of art that moves people in the way that it does? And more interestingly, what is it that causes us to react so completely differently to the same work?
I do not profess to appreciate every song, and every painting, and every photograph, and every novel, and sculpture, and play, and opera, and poem (the list goes on and on). I think that it is in our nature as human beings to judge that which does not speak to us. Consider, for instance, how quick we are to vehemently denounce a whole genre that we do not enjoy, and how offensive it can be when someone calls a favorite into question. I'm not saying it's something that (typically) breaks up a friendship, but think of the way you felt the last time someone said they thought your favorite book was trash, or your favorite band was terrible. It is almost as if it calls a portion of our being into question - as if someone is telling us that the things we feel or the facts in life that we are so certain of are incorrect. Conversely, what substance does a piece of art have if we do not feel anything when we see, hear or read it? Art is only worth what we make of it - the instant that someone says that they believe something is inspired, it becomes so, and as long as there is one person in the span of time who ever thought that, it should be impossible for anyone to ever strip it of that description.
I have a real issue with reviewers. I know that there definitely is a fine line between something that is well written and something that is not - and I think the artist knows it at the time as well, whether a masterpiece or not. However, what right does anyone have to say that they believe that a piece of art is "good" or "bad". Certainly, they can say if they like it or not, and reasons why, but who would dare to be so bold as to profess that they know better than the artist him or herself.
I believe that art is linked with the soul, for lack of a better term. The moments that we find beauty in are more than mere opinions based on our experiences. It is like a sixth sense, as tangible to us as the smells, and sights, and tastes we experience on a daily basis. It is something we know without question, but are unable to explain why.
I would make a request here for anyone who reads this to be slow to judge someone based on their artistic taste. As we proved here a few months ago, even the four of us, being best of friends, have startlingly different top ten artist lists (for music, that is). Remember that the same thing that speaks to your emotion so clearly speaks to others as well.
Monday, August 27, 2007
"Anthem for the Underdog" Album Review
1. Anthem for the Underdog
Not my favorite song of the new album, especially seeing as how it is the title track of the album. The song just doesn't seem to flow very well with the drums and guitars at times but the song could be one that grows on me one day, but not yet.
2. Lie To Me
This is the first single off of the new album and it gave me all the reasons to look forward to the album's release. The guitar opening sucks you in and Paul McCoy's voice takes over the track like many of the other songs they have recorded. I guarantee you will be singing this song out loud once you get this CD.
3. Broken Road
My absolute favorite song on the entire album! This is the definition of a ballad, especially that of a rock ballad. There are several of those on this album but when you hear McCoy sing: "Now you're gone I've moved on and I don't feel so sorry. Can't you see I'm bleeding but I won't bleed anymore. I've held on for so long now but I had to let you go...at the end of our broken road" you kinda just stop to listen. I say that because that's what I did the first time I listened to this song while shaving one day. I stopped because the chorus just struck me and I stopped to listen to the rest of the song. Instant 12 Stones classic for me.
4. Adrenaline
A pretty hard rocking song but it somehow seems out of place on this album. It speaks of hearts beating faster, 45 minutes of love, and not being able to control feelings...you'd think sex huh? Not really one that will end up on a "Best of 12 Stones" playlist...at least not in my book.
5. It Was You
Here is the second ballad found on the album and has slowly but surely become one of my favorite 12 Stones songs. I think the most important part of the song is the message. We all look for someone in our lives that we can look at and say: "It was you that showed me who I am and taught me how to stand for what I know is real...I've become what I am because of you. It was you."
6. This Dark Day
A great song about overcoming addiction. From reading about what the band has said about this song it is not so much about personal demons with it but with the fact that people talk about addiction but not many people talk and sing about physically overcoming it. When will you make it through your darkest day? It doesn't even have to be addiction related. When will you make it through that day that you struggle to get through but know that you will come out so much better than when the day started?
7. World So Cold
This song is so relative to current times that is has been featured on a YouTube video relating to the Virginia Tech shootings. The song is defined simply by reading these lyrics: "What kind of world do we live in, where love is divided by hate, losing control of our feeling, we all must be dreaming this life away, in a world so cold." Just read the lyrics and you will know what I mean and it will make you want to hear the song.
8. Arms of a Stranger
A song about coming home to see your loved one in the arms of someone else. For anyone who's ever been cheated on 12 Stones tends to sum up just how you feel and what goes through your head when you find out. "When will I break into pieces? It's your mistake, I finally see that. Everything I thought was you was a lie. Now you left love dying, it's in the arms of a stranger."
9. Hey Love
Another ballad found on this album, one that has also become quite the favorite song of mine to listen to. A song about finding that one person who you will love and spend all those memorable times with. It is sung with such sincerity at times that you can almost feel the hurt and want in the voice of McCoy.
10. Games You Play
A tolerable song, not a marvelous one by any means but catchy at the same time. Who don't we know in our lives that play games with us, especially selfish ones? I'm sure you can think of a few people and relate to this song.
Such a Busy Weekend!
Well, I'm back! I know I haven't posted in a while, but I've been way too busy and my computer has been disconnected for the past 3 days. But now that I'm back, you can enjoy the mysterious wonder that is...ME!
So, about my weekend. Friday, I didn't do much. Hung out at home and rested up. Not much to report on.
Saturday, well, Saturday sucked...at first. Got up at 7am to drive to Kiznox's place so we can drive to get the Uhaul trailer. On the way back to his house, we see a traffic accident. Some guy apparently didn't have brakes and ran a red, sideswiping a Cadillac. Nice start to the day. So we get to his place and load up the trailer. It's about 9:30 or 10am and Kiznox and his dad head over to our buddy's place to load up his shit while I went home to load up my sister's car with as much stuff as I could fit. about 10:30 or 11 they get to my place. We load up my stuff and get on the road by noon. That's when the rain hit. We drove in some hard rain for a bit, which slowed me down, as I was going ahead to check in and get a key. That passes, luckily. I get here at around 1:30 and start unloading my car. Everyone else arrives and parks and unloads. The Uhaul gets here and has to circle the parking lot 3 times before they just decide to block in a bunch of cars and park. Unloading that was fine...until we got to the couches. Damn, Kiznox's couch was a bitch. That fucker was heavy. Also, stairs suck. Well, 3:30 rolls around and I take off to go home to go to a wedding. I almost pass out on the road but make it home around 5pm. I take a shower and get ready for the wedding. I had fun, got drunk and went to bed around 2am. Here's where it gets shitty.
Sunday, I wake up at 7am to go to work by 8. Work til 4, wasn't so bad. Got paid $100 cash. Went to Meijer to get some shit before I left and my boss here calls me. He asks me to work from 11pm to 4am and I would get paid $9/hour. So I agree. I pack up my car and drive back here at around 6:30. Unload and get done around 8ish. Sit, drink a beer, shower and go to work. Fuck I'm tired.
I barely got sleep last night.
I'M GONNA GET DRUNK! I need it.
Yay!
So, about my weekend. Friday, I didn't do much. Hung out at home and rested up. Not much to report on.
Saturday, well, Saturday sucked...at first. Got up at 7am to drive to Kiznox's place so we can drive to get the Uhaul trailer. On the way back to his house, we see a traffic accident. Some guy apparently didn't have brakes and ran a red, sideswiping a Cadillac. Nice start to the day. So we get to his place and load up the trailer. It's about 9:30 or 10am and Kiznox and his dad head over to our buddy's place to load up his shit while I went home to load up my sister's car with as much stuff as I could fit. about 10:30 or 11 they get to my place. We load up my stuff and get on the road by noon. That's when the rain hit. We drove in some hard rain for a bit, which slowed me down, as I was going ahead to check in and get a key. That passes, luckily. I get here at around 1:30 and start unloading my car. Everyone else arrives and parks and unloads. The Uhaul gets here and has to circle the parking lot 3 times before they just decide to block in a bunch of cars and park. Unloading that was fine...until we got to the couches. Damn, Kiznox's couch was a bitch. That fucker was heavy. Also, stairs suck. Well, 3:30 rolls around and I take off to go home to go to a wedding. I almost pass out on the road but make it home around 5pm. I take a shower and get ready for the wedding. I had fun, got drunk and went to bed around 2am. Here's where it gets shitty.
Sunday, I wake up at 7am to go to work by 8. Work til 4, wasn't so bad. Got paid $100 cash. Went to Meijer to get some shit before I left and my boss here calls me. He asks me to work from 11pm to 4am and I would get paid $9/hour. So I agree. I pack up my car and drive back here at around 6:30. Unload and get done around 8ish. Sit, drink a beer, shower and go to work. Fuck I'm tired.
I barely got sleep last night.
I'M GONNA GET DRUNK! I need it.
Yay!
Back to School
So I'm a freshie again... weird
And I have 8:00 class Monday Wednesday and Friday... sick
Cattle Calls (opera auditions) are this friday... scary
And I could really go for a drink... seriously
I am madly in love with Bassnectar... fucking awesome
But seeing as how I have to be up in six and a half hours, I'm off... peace!
And I have 8:00 class Monday Wednesday and Friday... sick
Cattle Calls (opera auditions) are this friday... scary
And I could really go for a drink... seriously
I am madly in love with Bassnectar... fucking awesome
But seeing as how I have to be up in six and a half hours, I'm off... peace!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Get This CD
As soon as I've got my student loans I'm going to buy this cd because all of the tracks go into each other, and so I don't feel bad that I downloaded the album "Mesmerizing the Ultra" by Bassnectar (as I had enjoyed him immensely live).
Holy God is this CD awesome. Spanning two cds and nearly filling both of them (like 2 hours and 36 minutes) while still costing a meager $12.95 (!!!), it will be well worth every penny. This is seriously some of the coolest dance music I've ever heard - and it was his first album! You can't sit still while listening to it - every song has such a great beat. Empolying guest artist help from the likes of STS9, Buckethead and Michael Kang (of String Cheese incident), it's easy to see how this cd is so awesome. Bassnectar has a cult following, and after hearing it, I can see why. I'm really glad I got to see at least a little bit of him live.
Quote of the Day
"All through history, when men look at women, they want to have sex. Now, God did this on purpose, to ensure the survival of the human species. And he also gave women lumps, known as breasts, to inspire in man the penile urge to procreate. Now, this was very good for mankind, but not for womankind. Now, how could she succeed in this world, and how could she be respected for all her values, when men just want to mount her? Research eventually showed that it was those dangling bouncing breasts that cause special excitement to the man's blood flow. It was determined that the brassiere could stop this dangling, bouncing motion, the man would be less likely to objectify the woman, and she would have a fighting chance at equality. You must harness your bosoms, in order to squash the discrimination by the male gonads. This country can never maximize its potential until you can achieve equality. That's why I must make a rule, right here, and right now: wear a bra, for the good of the country."
- Harvey Lipschultz (played by Fyvush Finkel on Boston Public)
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Opinion Poll
So I met a cute guy through my sister, really nice, very talented. I wouldn't go as far as to say I have anything close to a crush on him, but it's someone I could potentially crush on.
There's only one problem, and it's something that, 999 times out of 1000 (or more) only would happen to homosexuals:
He has the same name as me.
So, what do y'all think? Would it be too weird to date someone with the same name?
I stress again, this is purely hypothetical. I'm not planning on dating this guy.
There's only one problem, and it's something that, 999 times out of 1000 (or more) only would happen to homosexuals:
He has the same name as me.
So, what do y'all think? Would it be too weird to date someone with the same name?
I stress again, this is purely hypothetical. I'm not planning on dating this guy.
How the Far Left Imagines a Conservative Family and Vice Versa
Courtesy of Collegehumor
How the Far Left Imagines a Conservative Family
Husband: Mmmm, honey, these oil burgers are great! Did you add something to the recipe?
Wife: Um, not really, I put a little Sudanese baby blood in the rub, but other than that, they’re the same.
Husband: I should have known! I love Sudanese baby blood. It's delicious.
Son: Mom, can I fill my Super Soaker with hairspray and squirt the sun after dinner?
Wife: I don't know, can you?
Son: MAY I fill my Super Soaker with hairspray and squirt the sun?
Wife: Oh, I suppose. If you see that pesky, majestic Bald Eagle, make sure you squirt him. That bitch.
Husband: Hey sweetie, did you iron my Klan hood?
Wife: Yes, it’s hanging on your gun rack, next to your King James Bible and your pile of empty domestic beer cans. Nascar, incest.
(The son rubs oil and redwood leaves all over his bare testicles)
Husband: SON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
Son: Sorry Dad, I just love depleting resources so much, and I thought that maybe I could share that passion with my future kids (smiles sheepishly)
Husband: Ha, it’s okay. Come on, let’s go obsess over college sports and masturbate to pictures of Ronald Reagan.
Wife: I love my boys
How the Far Right Imagines a Liberal Family
Boyfriend: Hey dear, how was your day?
Girlfriend: It was wonderful, I had an abortion. It was the bomb.
Boyfriend: Ah the fruits of our premarital relations. Anyways, what’s for dinner?
Girlfriend: Embryos. Chicken embryos, that is.
Boyfriend: Kewl... So what do you want to do after dinner?
Girlfriend: Well, I was thinking we could have premarital relations, of course-
Boyfriend: Haha, yeah, of course.
Girlfriend: Then we can watch an independent movie, listen to some independent music, eat hummus, and then write protest songs.
Boyfriend: Sounds good. I’m a spineless pansy who thinks he deserves everything.
Girlfriend: Blah blah blah, change the world, blah blah blah, fuck a tree, blah blah blah, arts council, blah blah equality…
Boyfriend: Blah blah blah, silverware, blah blah blah, I wear scarves, blah blah blah, abomination to the sanctity of marriage.
(They both strap on bomb vests and detonate themselves in a crowded room of politicians.)
How the Far Left Imagines a Conservative Family
Husband: Mmmm, honey, these oil burgers are great! Did you add something to the recipe?
Wife: Um, not really, I put a little Sudanese baby blood in the rub, but other than that, they’re the same.
Husband: I should have known! I love Sudanese baby blood. It's delicious.
Son: Mom, can I fill my Super Soaker with hairspray and squirt the sun after dinner?
Wife: I don't know, can you?
Son: MAY I fill my Super Soaker with hairspray and squirt the sun?
Wife: Oh, I suppose. If you see that pesky, majestic Bald Eagle, make sure you squirt him. That bitch.
Husband: Hey sweetie, did you iron my Klan hood?
Wife: Yes, it’s hanging on your gun rack, next to your King James Bible and your pile of empty domestic beer cans. Nascar, incest.
(The son rubs oil and redwood leaves all over his bare testicles)
Husband: SON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
Son: Sorry Dad, I just love depleting resources so much, and I thought that maybe I could share that passion with my future kids (smiles sheepishly)
Husband: Ha, it’s okay. Come on, let’s go obsess over college sports and masturbate to pictures of Ronald Reagan.
Wife: I love my boys
How the Far Right Imagines a Liberal Family
Boyfriend: Hey dear, how was your day?
Girlfriend: It was wonderful, I had an abortion. It was the bomb.
Boyfriend: Ah the fruits of our premarital relations. Anyways, what’s for dinner?
Girlfriend: Embryos. Chicken embryos, that is.
Boyfriend: Kewl... So what do you want to do after dinner?
Girlfriend: Well, I was thinking we could have premarital relations, of course-
Boyfriend: Haha, yeah, of course.
Girlfriend: Then we can watch an independent movie, listen to some independent music, eat hummus, and then write protest songs.
Boyfriend: Sounds good. I’m a spineless pansy who thinks he deserves everything.
Girlfriend: Blah blah blah, change the world, blah blah blah, fuck a tree, blah blah blah, arts council, blah blah equality…
Boyfriend: Blah blah blah, silverware, blah blah blah, I wear scarves, blah blah blah, abomination to the sanctity of marriage.
(They both strap on bomb vests and detonate themselves in a crowded room of politicians.)
Groups I would like to hear more music by...
...but do not have the money to invest in :(
STS9
Hallucinogen
Shpongle
Infected Mushroom
Bassnectar
Holy Fuck
Massive Attack
I ask again - what the FUCK happened to my taste in music? I used to SOLELY listen to alt rock, now I'm some dance/trip hop/trance/techno freak. It's amazing how that happens throughout life.
I blame the drugs. And my new dancing addiction.
STS9
Hallucinogen
Shpongle
Infected Mushroom
Bassnectar
Holy Fuck
Massive Attack
I ask again - what the FUCK happened to my taste in music? I used to SOLELY listen to alt rock, now I'm some dance/trip hop/trance/techno freak. It's amazing how that happens throughout life.
I blame the drugs. And my new dancing addiction.
Movie Quote of the Day
"Because we do not know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustable well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even concieve of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
- Brandon Lee (said before his death while filming "The Crow")
Friday, August 24, 2007
The Weekly WYR
Difficult decision time...
Would You Rather...
Fight one hundred kindergartners or one extremely jacked guy?
I am not one for fighting children, that would be Kiznox, and yet I find it oddly appealing, not because they would be easy to take out but that the jacked up guy would probably go all samurai on my ass and just slice me in half. However my philosophy is that, assuming I would get my ass kicked (which I would) in a fair fight, does not make it very responsible of me to fight fair. Therefore I am fighting the jacked up guy with any weapon of my choice...and I'm going to go with a flame thrower (insert evil sinister laugh)!
Slice like a ninja or cut like a razor blade?
Slice like a ninja and cut like a razor blade sound so friggin sweet on their own that I find it hard to choose one. However, as most person wanting any fun in their lives...come on...no one effs with a ninja!
See your parents having kinky sex or see your grandparents having normal sex?
Excuse me while I go rip out my eyes with my keys and then shoot myself several times in the chest plate.
Always have your fingers be sticky or greasy?
I hate hate hate when my fingers are sticky. Greasy you can at least wipe all the time as compared to having to wash sticky fingers constantly. They both suck ass but greasy fingers is the lesser of these two evils.
Get a tattoo of a wiener on your nose or a tattoo of a nose on your wiener?
Why oh why would anyone ever want a tattoo of a wiener anywhere LET ALONE on their damn face?? Having that nose tattooed on your fun parts would truly be a horrifying experience for all of those involved but I guess that one is only going to be seen by a select few who honestly are not exactly looking for what tattoos you have on your junk but what the junk does.
Live in a world where people only speak 300 quotes or Borat quotes?
Okay I found Borat to be exceptionally funny but I have watched it once and have no need nor want to watch it anymore times. Seeing as how those quotes get annoying when friends constantly throw them out there (not any of my friends but some people's friends) let alone a world full of people. I have a feeling those 300 quotes would be derived from the most commonly used quotes and there would be at least one that would answer and/or explain anything that would arise in conversation...we can always add more right??
Watch your hot cousin eat a popsicle or watch your ugly cousin undress?
Who honestly, besides those who are apparently frighteningly horny and desperate, would ever ever pick watching your ugly cousin do anything especially undressing?? G.R.O.S.S.
Have to take freezing cold or scalding hot showers for the rest of your life?
That is so painful I cannot even rationally pick one without feeling either ice cold or scalding hot. I supposed that it would suck to take cold showers if you have a lot of hair or something where you need to be under the water for a second and not simply a quick few seconds to wash out the shampoo (like I could). You could reasonably do the cold shower thing but the hot water just makes me feel like I would be burning in the fires of hell! I don't mind hot showers but Jesus I don't want constant scalding hot.
Live free to die hard?
Live free. What could be more fun? Certainly not death.
Would You Rather...
Fight one hundred kindergartners or one extremely jacked guy?
I am not one for fighting children, that would be Kiznox, and yet I find it oddly appealing, not because they would be easy to take out but that the jacked up guy would probably go all samurai on my ass and just slice me in half. However my philosophy is that, assuming I would get my ass kicked (which I would) in a fair fight, does not make it very responsible of me to fight fair. Therefore I am fighting the jacked up guy with any weapon of my choice...and I'm going to go with a flame thrower (insert evil sinister laugh)!
Slice like a ninja or cut like a razor blade?
Slice like a ninja and cut like a razor blade sound so friggin sweet on their own that I find it hard to choose one. However, as most person wanting any fun in their lives...come on...no one effs with a ninja!
See your parents having kinky sex or see your grandparents having normal sex?
Excuse me while I go rip out my eyes with my keys and then shoot myself several times in the chest plate.
Always have your fingers be sticky or greasy?
I hate hate hate when my fingers are sticky. Greasy you can at least wipe all the time as compared to having to wash sticky fingers constantly. They both suck ass but greasy fingers is the lesser of these two evils.
Get a tattoo of a wiener on your nose or a tattoo of a nose on your wiener?
Why oh why would anyone ever want a tattoo of a wiener anywhere LET ALONE on their damn face?? Having that nose tattooed on your fun parts would truly be a horrifying experience for all of those involved but I guess that one is only going to be seen by a select few who honestly are not exactly looking for what tattoos you have on your junk but what the junk does.
Live in a world where people only speak 300 quotes or Borat quotes?
Okay I found Borat to be exceptionally funny but I have watched it once and have no need nor want to watch it anymore times. Seeing as how those quotes get annoying when friends constantly throw them out there (not any of my friends but some people's friends) let alone a world full of people. I have a feeling those 300 quotes would be derived from the most commonly used quotes and there would be at least one that would answer and/or explain anything that would arise in conversation...we can always add more right??
Watch your hot cousin eat a popsicle or watch your ugly cousin undress?
Who honestly, besides those who are apparently frighteningly horny and desperate, would ever ever pick watching your ugly cousin do anything especially undressing?? G.R.O.S.S.
Have to take freezing cold or scalding hot showers for the rest of your life?
That is so painful I cannot even rationally pick one without feeling either ice cold or scalding hot. I supposed that it would suck to take cold showers if you have a lot of hair or something where you need to be under the water for a second and not simply a quick few seconds to wash out the shampoo (like I could). You could reasonably do the cold shower thing but the hot water just makes me feel like I would be burning in the fires of hell! I don't mind hot showers but Jesus I don't want constant scalding hot.
Live free to die hard?
Live free. What could be more fun? Certainly not death.
Alternative Eye Candy of the Day
Since I've been watching The Two Towers
Brought to you by Dominic Monaghan, the hottest hobbit of the bunch
Brought to you by Dominic Monaghan, the hottest hobbit of the bunch
It is hot
It's really hot outside. And I don't just mean uncomfortable. I mean it feels like a great fissure opened somewhere in Southern Indiana and allowed the fires of hell to heat the surrounding areas. It's been in the high 90s-mid 100s this entire week. Apparently it's supposed to drop to the 80s this weekend. Thank God. I really don't know how much more of this I can deal with.
It doesn't really matter how far we come...
I really think that society is destined to hate homosexuality forever. Call me a pessimist, but I read a lot of things today, some of them off color jokes, some of them short funny references, some of them blatant homophobia. The fact of the matter is, it will never be normal in people's eyes. Why the fuck would I want to get married if I'm pretty sure I'll still be berated by neighbors for being "the gay couple".
It really fuckin pisses me off - we're not making progress, we're just making insulting homosexuals more mainstream.
In other news, I'm still lonely. Go figure. IU sucks so far.
It really fuckin pisses me off - we're not making progress, we're just making insulting homosexuals more mainstream.
In other news, I'm still lonely. Go figure. IU sucks so far.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
This Gap Sweater is Fucking Awesome...
"So, I'm in the Gap, right? The new fall line is out, and I'm looking at the standard fit, straight-leg jeans. And these fuckers are just awesome. They sit real nice just below the waist, are slightly loose through the leg, and come in four stellar washes—even though as far as I'm concerned, the lighter washes are complete bullshit, but whatever. We'll save that for another time.
Now, I'm not going to say there was anything supernatural involved, but all of a sudden it was like the clouds parted and the angels started trumpeting hallelujah or something and my eyes just slammed in the direction of a mannequin wearing the sweetest fucking navy blue V-neck sweater I have ever seen.
Talk about a perfect goddamn sweater. I may have been 20 feet away from the display, but I was already thinking about how I would wear that fucker. Would I go classic Garrett Alford and wear a white T-shirt underneath, or would I maybe get a little crazy, wait for the perfect fall day, and bust out my plaid shorts? Sweater with shorts. Pretty awesome, right? Most people would balk at such a combination, but I wasn't fucking around. And with its unbelievably versatile wool polyblend, dry-clean-only material, the sweater wasn't fucking around, either—especially not at $39.95.
You gotta love the Gap. Got to!
At first I played it cool, as if the sweater were just some stupid fucking American Eagle T-shirt. But when the sales associate told me he didn't have my size in the back, I seriously almost flipped my shit. I should have seen this coming because—and I'm not trying to brag or anything—I wear medium, which is a pretty popular size. So I went to check the mannequin, and, lo and behold, the son of a bitch was wearing a medium. But he wasn't just wearing the sweater. He was doing everything right with that sweater. Everything. It was as if the mannequin intrinsically knew all the nuances of how the sweater should be worn and understood on a deeper level exactly why I would be attracted to that particular garment. What became completely fucking undeniable at that moment was that the sweater worked on two levels. I'll say it again: two levels.
Let me explain.
The mannequin had on a pair of jeans with a couple small rips in the denim, and a button-down white shirt that wasn't tucked in. Now, you see these two pieces of clothing on their own and you think, "This guy's a dickhead." But throw in that navy blue V-neck, and suddenly we got an interesting fucking dichotomy going on. Did this guy wake up, throw on some clothes, and just happen to look awesome? Or—or—is he about to go out to a bar and be the envy of everyone who is too dressed up or not dressed up enough? Either way, the guy's golden. He cares, but he doesn't. Two levels.
But as good as the mannequin was, he could never figure out how to amp up those two levels enough to take that sweater to the max. That's where I come in like a fucking freight train. See, even though I am in no way gay, I knew the sweater had the potential to make me look handsome: By tucking in the shirt and adding a tie, I become this suave gentleman who your parents are going to lose their shit over. Or, I go the complete opposite direction by wearing tennis shoes and a baseball cap, and keeping the cuffs of the collared shirt unbuttoned, in plain view, so everyone can see that I'm a guy who doesn't give a flying fuck if his cuffs are buttoned or not.
Understand? We have here an entire look, a fully formed lifestyle, flowing directly from that navy blue V-neck sweater.
I asked the Gap employee if I could have the mannequin's sweater. Though he insisted it was against store policy, he listened to all the things I wanted to do with the sweater, and how I needed it for a date I was going on later that night. He must have really appreciated my passion because he pissed all over that store policy and let me buy it. Of course, I didn't really have a date, but now that I've got this sweater, I'm sure it won't be long. That's a fucking guarantee."
Now, I'm not going to say there was anything supernatural involved, but all of a sudden it was like the clouds parted and the angels started trumpeting hallelujah or something and my eyes just slammed in the direction of a mannequin wearing the sweetest fucking navy blue V-neck sweater I have ever seen.
Talk about a perfect goddamn sweater. I may have been 20 feet away from the display, but I was already thinking about how I would wear that fucker. Would I go classic Garrett Alford and wear a white T-shirt underneath, or would I maybe get a little crazy, wait for the perfect fall day, and bust out my plaid shorts? Sweater with shorts. Pretty awesome, right? Most people would balk at such a combination, but I wasn't fucking around. And with its unbelievably versatile wool polyblend, dry-clean-only material, the sweater wasn't fucking around, either—especially not at $39.95.
You gotta love the Gap. Got to!
At first I played it cool, as if the sweater were just some stupid fucking American Eagle T-shirt. But when the sales associate told me he didn't have my size in the back, I seriously almost flipped my shit. I should have seen this coming because—and I'm not trying to brag or anything—I wear medium, which is a pretty popular size. So I went to check the mannequin, and, lo and behold, the son of a bitch was wearing a medium. But he wasn't just wearing the sweater. He was doing everything right with that sweater. Everything. It was as if the mannequin intrinsically knew all the nuances of how the sweater should be worn and understood on a deeper level exactly why I would be attracted to that particular garment. What became completely fucking undeniable at that moment was that the sweater worked on two levels. I'll say it again: two levels.
Let me explain.
The mannequin had on a pair of jeans with a couple small rips in the denim, and a button-down white shirt that wasn't tucked in. Now, you see these two pieces of clothing on their own and you think, "This guy's a dickhead." But throw in that navy blue V-neck, and suddenly we got an interesting fucking dichotomy going on. Did this guy wake up, throw on some clothes, and just happen to look awesome? Or—or—is he about to go out to a bar and be the envy of everyone who is too dressed up or not dressed up enough? Either way, the guy's golden. He cares, but he doesn't. Two levels.
But as good as the mannequin was, he could never figure out how to amp up those two levels enough to take that sweater to the max. That's where I come in like a fucking freight train. See, even though I am in no way gay, I knew the sweater had the potential to make me look handsome: By tucking in the shirt and adding a tie, I become this suave gentleman who your parents are going to lose their shit over. Or, I go the complete opposite direction by wearing tennis shoes and a baseball cap, and keeping the cuffs of the collared shirt unbuttoned, in plain view, so everyone can see that I'm a guy who doesn't give a flying fuck if his cuffs are buttoned or not.
Understand? We have here an entire look, a fully formed lifestyle, flowing directly from that navy blue V-neck sweater.
I asked the Gap employee if I could have the mannequin's sweater. Though he insisted it was against store policy, he listened to all the things I wanted to do with the sweater, and how I needed it for a date I was going on later that night. He must have really appreciated my passion because he pissed all over that store policy and let me buy it. Of course, I didn't really have a date, but now that I've got this sweater, I'm sure it won't be long. That's a fucking guarantee."
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner...
Thats right, the fucking American Gladiators are coming back. Straight outta the fanboy dream machine and back into your homes. Brought to you by NB-motherfucking-C. Bitches.
Not completely sure if I am super excited for this whole thing. I remember being a lot younger and throwing tennis balls against the bricks on our fireplace, trying to dodge my own rebounds, just like the random people on the show. I always won, obviously. (If I hit myself I would just pretend that I was also the Gladiator and was just kicking ace)
Apparently scheduled for release somewhere around mid-season, this show has potential to be a ratings champ solely because of the popularity of the show during the 90's. I think that it is still on frequently on a couple different channels.
So yeah, Gladiators are coming back.
Be warned, the giant Q-tips are coming.
Wet...
Seriously. Sierra has announced a game called Wet. Wet. With a smoking hot femme fatale who wields twin Colt Pythons and the occasional sword.
Wet.
Could be a really interesting game, even if it sounds like an updated, sexier version of Tomb Raider.
By the way, her name is Rubi.
Quote of the Day...
The unlucky are nothing more than a frame of reference for the lucky. You are unlucky, so I may know that I am. Unfortunately the lucky never realizes they are lucky until it's too late. Take yourself for instance; yesterday you were better off than you are off today but it took today for you to realize it. But today has arrived and it's too late. You see? People are never happy with what they have. They want what they had, or what others have. The grass is always greener on the other side.
~ Ben Kingsley as The Rabbi in Lucky Number Slevin
Today in History...
Kobe Bean Bryant born (August 23, 1978(1978-08-23)) is an American All-Star shooting guard in the National Basketball Association (NBA) who plays for the Los Angeles Lakers. Bryant is the only son of former Philadelphia 76ers player and former Los Angeles Sparks head coach Joe "Jellybean" Bryant.
Bryant rose to national prominence in 1996 when he became the first guard in league history to be drafted out of high school. Bryant and then-teammate Shaquille O'Neal led the Lakers to three consecutive NBA championships from 2000 to 2002. Since O'Neal's departure following the 2004 season, Bryant has become the cornerstone of the Lakers' franchise, and was the NBA leading scorer during the 2005-06 and 2006-07 seasons.
Bitches.
The Daily ClusterFuck...
""Someone found a bong," said David Gomez, FBI assistant special agent in charge." And it kept a ferry from going anywhere during rush hour in Washington.
National Intelligence Director Mike McConnell comfirms it: "AT&T: Your World. Delivered. To The Government."
"China Airlines has painted over its name and logo on the wreckage of a passenger jet that exploded in flames at Naha Airport in Okinawa moments after passengers slid down emergency chutes to escape." Cause, you know, no one will notice.
Georgia: "Stop sending warplanes across our border." Russia: "What warplanes?" Georgia: "Those. The ones dropping the missiles." Russia: "Grow up. You're hallucinating"
A 25-year-old man found guilty of breaking Iran's "morality laws" by abusing alcohol and engaging in premarital sex was held down in the Qazvin town center and lashed 80 fucking times with a cane. A bunch of other Iranians watched.
"Mark Pasternak said he lost his state job helping troubled youths because he couldn't stand working under a black boss who called him racist names like "cracker," "polack" and "stupid white boy."" Thats 150,000$ suit. Congratulations.
Ninjas fucking rock: "police recovered jewelry that had been reported stolen along with burglary tools, a map of the city and several black "ninja" suits complete with hoods and climbing spikes."
If you are going to run an illegal growing operation and take pictures of it with your cell phone, DONT LOSE THE FUCKING PHONE.
Morgan Webb says "penetration" three times in today's WebbAlert video blog.
HALO MOVIE FOOTAGE LEAKED! WATCH IT WHILE YOU CAN!
Lexi Alexander set to do the next Punisher. Which is actually a re-telling of the latest re-telling of the first. Awesome. Anyway, she did Green Street Hooligans. Anyone that can make Elijah Wood that fucking sweet...well, I cant wait to see Punisher.
Summer Concerts, In Review
What a summer this was. Concerts galore, which each one being better than the last. I am shocked that I absolutely loved every concert I went to this summer, especially watching bands I've never even heard of before.
My concert season started off with Three Days Grace and Breaking Benjamin. The opening band was Puddle Of Mudd, who were not that great. Then Breaking Benjamin came on and played all the songs I actually knew, plus, of course, songs from their CDs that I did not know. I was really happy when they played "Blow Me Away" which is the theme song from Halo 2. I did not expect them to actually play that song, it was a nice surprise. Three Days Grace were the headliners and they did a good job of keeping the attention of my drunk ass. They played most of the songs I wanted to hear, and as much as I can remember, they played them well.
The next grouping of concerts came about from the music and arts festival called Bonnaroo. I did not know what to expect when I arrived at the campgrounds in Tennessee, as it was my first time at that event. I did not see any concerts the first night, mostly because I was tired and wanted to wander around instead. The first day of concerts really showed me how much I missed air conditioning. The sun beating down on you was an incredible feeling of heat that you couldn't get away from. You sweat constantly. While the heat was unbearable, the bands played anyways, and you have to at least give them credit for that. The first band I was shown was Apollo Sunshine, who I have never heard of. I was not able to see their whole set and I was still getting accustomed to the heat, so I did not enjoy myself as much at their set, but they were still good. Then, regrettably, I skipped the other concerts during the day in order to prepare myself for the night. And what a great night it was. One of the best concert experiences of my life. Now, I was never into Tool until I saw them at Bonnaroo. Holy fucking hell they blew me away. I was so into the music, I loved every minute of it, except some of the visuals were creepy but the other ones were a visual feast for the eyes. Sadly, the concert ended about a half hour or so early, which gave us time to walk to our next venue which was STS9. I didn't know what to expect with them, as I never heard about these guys before. They are an amazing jam band. I danced like a fool to every song and had the most fun I've ever had at a concert up to that point. We left their concert after about an hour and a half to go see DJ Shadow. This guy is one awesome DJ. He loves what he's doing and involves the crowd into quite a few of his songs. Some of his visuals for his songs were rather frightening, but also added to the experience. My favorite part was when he played fan favorite "Organ Donor." He toyed with us at first, then he went into a sweet version of the song and suddenly I wasn't so sad that I left the STS9 concert.
Day 2 started off with Xavier Rudd. This was another band I knew nothing about, but he still put on a good show. He even played an Ozzy cover, though I do not remember exactly what song it was. I then moved on to see Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals, who I never liked...until I watched their show. Ben Harper is an amazing guitarist and all around musician. Which made me extremely pissed off to leave his concert to watch Franz Ferdinand, who to my surprise, sucked ass. They were not as good as I thought they were going to be and after about 20 minutes or so I went back to the Ben Harper concert. This then brought us into the night, where the headliner was The Police who played many fan favorites and did an amazing job at keeping me entertained. After they ended, about an hour too early, we went to go see The Flaming Lips, who luckily were playing at night, because they had the best openings to their show that I've ever seen in any concert. It all started with a light show, then the lighting display turned downwards to reveal a spaceship. After a long musical opening, the lead singer comes out the top of the spaceship in a giant balloon (sort of like a hamster ball) and they go straight into a song. While the concert was an awesome spectacle of lights and sounds, we decided to leave early to get some rest, and since we could hear the concert from our campsite.
Day 3 was the last day, but still had some great shows. It started off with Wolfmother who reminded me that they would be able to do great covers of both Led Zeppelin and Ozzy Osbourne songs. I loved listening to their live version of "Woman." Their other songs kept me captivated and I forgot how hot it was. The next stop was Detroit's own, The White Stripes. They had some fun with their song "Icky Thump" and went on to play one great set. I truly enjoyed that one. The last concert I went to was Widespread Panic, who I did not care for that much. I left after about 30 minutes because I was getting bored. Then it was time to pack up and go home.
The next 3 concerts were especially important to me, because they are 3 of my most favorite bands. First up was the lovable Incubus. They played an extended version of "Pistola" that jammed out like no other. When they played my favorite song, "The Warmth," I was blown away with sheer excitement. They came out of left field when they decided to play "Stand By Me." I love that song and they did it more than justice, they gave me a newfound enjoyment for the song altogether. If anyone has a version of that song, please give it to me. As always, Incubus was amazing in concert.
Next up on the list was 311. They played about everything you could dream of. Every song you wanted to hear, they played. As always, they bring an energy to them in concert that just isn't duplicated. They also played my favorite song by them, "Beautiful Disaster," and they played it above amazing. Super awesome amazing, perhaps? This is definitely a band I'll see every time they come to concert. I would love to go to their 3/11 concert in New Orleans if they still do that. Someone told me they play for 6 hours. If I saw a concert like that I'd love them forever.
The end of the summer concerts came about yesterday with the Projekt Revolution tour, which consisted of many opening bands we did not see do to tailgating/pre-drinking. The main bands were Julien-K, HIM, Placebo, Taking Back Sunday, My Chemical Romance, and Linkin Park. The first band that was playing when we got to the lawn was Julien-K, who reminded me a lot of Nine Inch Nail (who I'd love to see in concert). I was actually enjoying that concert and I will probably look into their band some more. The next band that I remember seeing, I was sleeping for most of the 4 hours we had to wait for Linkin Park to go on, was HIM, who played "Wings of a Butterfly," the only song I know by them. They put on a decent set. I fell back to sleep again. The next thing I know, My Chemical Romance was starting their set, so I decided it was time to get up. I actually liked some of their stuff, well live at least. They played "Dead" the song I first heard in Guitar Hero 2. It was some good times.
Linkin Park came out to roaring applause. They played everything, from their first CD to their newest one. They used crowd interaction and brought an incredible amount of energy to the stage. They go down as my favorite concert of the summer, because it was the first time I saw them live. They also get points for playing my favorite song, "Numb." They are loved by everyone at the concert, with everyone waiting impatiently for them to come back for an encore and they came back and rocked out. They just didn't let up. I loved every minute of their set. I cannot wait to see them again.
Where there you have it. My review of the concerts I saw this summer. It was a great summer, I don't know if it will ever be topped.
My concert season started off with Three Days Grace and Breaking Benjamin. The opening band was Puddle Of Mudd, who were not that great. Then Breaking Benjamin came on and played all the songs I actually knew, plus, of course, songs from their CDs that I did not know. I was really happy when they played "Blow Me Away" which is the theme song from Halo 2. I did not expect them to actually play that song, it was a nice surprise. Three Days Grace were the headliners and they did a good job of keeping the attention of my drunk ass. They played most of the songs I wanted to hear, and as much as I can remember, they played them well.
The next grouping of concerts came about from the music and arts festival called Bonnaroo. I did not know what to expect when I arrived at the campgrounds in Tennessee, as it was my first time at that event. I did not see any concerts the first night, mostly because I was tired and wanted to wander around instead. The first day of concerts really showed me how much I missed air conditioning. The sun beating down on you was an incredible feeling of heat that you couldn't get away from. You sweat constantly. While the heat was unbearable, the bands played anyways, and you have to at least give them credit for that. The first band I was shown was Apollo Sunshine, who I have never heard of. I was not able to see their whole set and I was still getting accustomed to the heat, so I did not enjoy myself as much at their set, but they were still good. Then, regrettably, I skipped the other concerts during the day in order to prepare myself for the night. And what a great night it was. One of the best concert experiences of my life. Now, I was never into Tool until I saw them at Bonnaroo. Holy fucking hell they blew me away. I was so into the music, I loved every minute of it, except some of the visuals were creepy but the other ones were a visual feast for the eyes. Sadly, the concert ended about a half hour or so early, which gave us time to walk to our next venue which was STS9. I didn't know what to expect with them, as I never heard about these guys before. They are an amazing jam band. I danced like a fool to every song and had the most fun I've ever had at a concert up to that point. We left their concert after about an hour and a half to go see DJ Shadow. This guy is one awesome DJ. He loves what he's doing and involves the crowd into quite a few of his songs. Some of his visuals for his songs were rather frightening, but also added to the experience. My favorite part was when he played fan favorite "Organ Donor." He toyed with us at first, then he went into a sweet version of the song and suddenly I wasn't so sad that I left the STS9 concert.
Day 2 started off with Xavier Rudd. This was another band I knew nothing about, but he still put on a good show. He even played an Ozzy cover, though I do not remember exactly what song it was. I then moved on to see Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals, who I never liked...until I watched their show. Ben Harper is an amazing guitarist and all around musician. Which made me extremely pissed off to leave his concert to watch Franz Ferdinand, who to my surprise, sucked ass. They were not as good as I thought they were going to be and after about 20 minutes or so I went back to the Ben Harper concert. This then brought us into the night, where the headliner was The Police who played many fan favorites and did an amazing job at keeping me entertained. After they ended, about an hour too early, we went to go see The Flaming Lips, who luckily were playing at night, because they had the best openings to their show that I've ever seen in any concert. It all started with a light show, then the lighting display turned downwards to reveal a spaceship. After a long musical opening, the lead singer comes out the top of the spaceship in a giant balloon (sort of like a hamster ball) and they go straight into a song. While the concert was an awesome spectacle of lights and sounds, we decided to leave early to get some rest, and since we could hear the concert from our campsite.
Day 3 was the last day, but still had some great shows. It started off with Wolfmother who reminded me that they would be able to do great covers of both Led Zeppelin and Ozzy Osbourne songs. I loved listening to their live version of "Woman." Their other songs kept me captivated and I forgot how hot it was. The next stop was Detroit's own, The White Stripes. They had some fun with their song "Icky Thump" and went on to play one great set. I truly enjoyed that one. The last concert I went to was Widespread Panic, who I did not care for that much. I left after about 30 minutes because I was getting bored. Then it was time to pack up and go home.
The next 3 concerts were especially important to me, because they are 3 of my most favorite bands. First up was the lovable Incubus. They played an extended version of "Pistola" that jammed out like no other. When they played my favorite song, "The Warmth," I was blown away with sheer excitement. They came out of left field when they decided to play "Stand By Me." I love that song and they did it more than justice, they gave me a newfound enjoyment for the song altogether. If anyone has a version of that song, please give it to me. As always, Incubus was amazing in concert.
Next up on the list was 311. They played about everything you could dream of. Every song you wanted to hear, they played. As always, they bring an energy to them in concert that just isn't duplicated. They also played my favorite song by them, "Beautiful Disaster," and they played it above amazing. Super awesome amazing, perhaps? This is definitely a band I'll see every time they come to concert. I would love to go to their 3/11 concert in New Orleans if they still do that. Someone told me they play for 6 hours. If I saw a concert like that I'd love them forever.
The end of the summer concerts came about yesterday with the Projekt Revolution tour, which consisted of many opening bands we did not see do to tailgating/pre-drinking. The main bands were Julien-K, HIM, Placebo, Taking Back Sunday, My Chemical Romance, and Linkin Park. The first band that was playing when we got to the lawn was Julien-K, who reminded me a lot of Nine Inch Nail (who I'd love to see in concert). I was actually enjoying that concert and I will probably look into their band some more. The next band that I remember seeing, I was sleeping for most of the 4 hours we had to wait for Linkin Park to go on, was HIM, who played "Wings of a Butterfly," the only song I know by them. They put on a decent set. I fell back to sleep again. The next thing I know, My Chemical Romance was starting their set, so I decided it was time to get up. I actually liked some of their stuff, well live at least. They played "Dead" the song I first heard in Guitar Hero 2. It was some good times.
Linkin Park came out to roaring applause. They played everything, from their first CD to their newest one. They used crowd interaction and brought an incredible amount of energy to the stage. They go down as my favorite concert of the summer, because it was the first time I saw them live. They also get points for playing my favorite song, "Numb." They are loved by everyone at the concert, with everyone waiting impatiently for them to come back for an encore and they came back and rocked out. They just didn't let up. I loved every minute of their set. I cannot wait to see them again.
Where there you have it. My review of the concerts I saw this summer. It was a great summer, I don't know if it will ever be topped.
Our Apologies to Warner Brothers
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Today is a Holiday*
Why, you may ask?
Because today SEASON 10 OF SOUTH PARK COMES TO DVD*
*This post was supposed to be published a few days ago, but I tried to write my own episode descriptions and it sucked. So it came out on tuesday, and despite the next paragraph, I did NOT buy it because I maxed out my credit card. Soon, my precious, soon
I don't have enough money to buy that, or any cds to feed my growing interest in psy-trance and goa-trance music. But is that gonna stop me from buying both? PROBABLY NOT
Season 10 was what many people considered to be a pivotal season for South Park. After season 9, which gave us classics like "Ginger Kids" "Free Wilzyx" "Die, Hippie, Die" "Trapped in the Closet" and the Emmy award winning "Best Friends Forever", Trey and Matt knew they really had to step it up. They succeeded in creating what would come to be known as possibly the most outrageous, inappropriate and fucking hilarious season yet. In addition, season 10 brought us new advances in animation and satire that had never been seen before. A quick analysis of episodes follows, courtesy of south park studios dot com
1001 - The Return of Chef
The town is jolted out of a case of the doldrums when Chef suddenly reappears. While Stan, Kyle, Kenny and Cartman are thrilled to have their old friend back, they notice that something about chef seems different. When Chef's strange behavior starts getting him in trouble, the boys pull out all the stops to save him.
1002 - Smug Alert!
Stan persuades all the citizens of South Park to buy hybrid cars. A disaster of epic proportions threatens the town and Stan is to blame -- just as everyone starts to feel really good about what they’re doing to help save the earth, scientists discover a stormy, dark mass accumulating over the town.
1003 - Cartoon Wars Part I
Cartman and Kyle are at war over the popular cartoon, "Family Guy." Kyle loves "Family Guy" and hates Cartman. The two boys embark upon a mad chase across the country and the fate of "Family Guy" lies with the first boy to reach Hollywood.
1004 - Cartoon Wars Part II
After leaving Kyle injured on the side of the road, Cartman races to the headquarters of “Family Guy” determined to put an end to the show once and for all.
1005 - A Million Little Fibers
Towelie gets over his drug addition and writes a moving book about his experiences. Thanks to Oprah’s support, the book becomes a best seller and his story inspires millions to turn their lives around. However, when he’s caught in a lie by the grand dame of daytime television, Towelie’s old habits start to look might appealing.
1006 - Manbearpig
The boys are trapped in a cave and Cartman finds treasure.
1007 - Tsst
When Cartman's mom realizes she can't control her son anymore, she gets help from an expert. The "Dog Whisperer" may have what it takes but Eric Cartman's not going down without a fight.
1008 - Make Love, Not Warcraft
The boys dedicate their lives to defeating a mad gamer and saving the World of Warcraft.
1009 - Mystery of the Urinal Deuce
The world’s biggest conspiracy of all time will finally be uncovered when Eric Cartman exposes the true culprit behind the September 11th attacks. No one in South Park is safe from the people who are the real brains behind the 9/11 conspiracy. When Kyle and Stan hit the road in search of the truth, they come face-to-face with the masterminds who pulled off the most elaborate, intricate and flawlessly executed operation in American history.
1010 - Miss Teacher Bangs a Boy
Cartman is appointed to the post of School Hallway Monitor at South Park Elementary. In his new role, Cartman takes it personally when an infraction is committed in his jurisdiction. When Kyle discovers that a teacher is having sex with a student, he and Cartman have to team up to put a stop to the inappropriate behavior.
1011 - Hell on Earth 2006
Satan is throwing the biggest Halloween costume party ever, and no one will be admitted without a wristband. Satan is busy checking the R.S.V.P. list and deciding what costume to wear to the big event. Every detail must be perfect for the prince of darkness, but even Satan can’t foresee everything.
1012 - Go God Go
Cartman's plan to propel himself into the future goes horribly wrong. South Park Elementary faces strong opposition to the topic of evolution being taught to the 4th graders, especially from Ms. Garrison who has to teach it. Eric Cartman can't be bothered with what's going on in class. He's busy manipulating his own personal time-line to align with the precise release date of the newest, hottest game.
1013 - Go God Go XII
In the previous episode, Eric Cartman froze himself in an attempt to make his three-week wait for a Nintendo Wii pass quickly. A freak accident landed him over 500 years in the future -- and now he's stuck there. The future is a tumultuous place with warring factions, angry sea otters and no Nintendo. Will Cartman find a way back to his own time?
1014 - Stanley's Cup
Stan Marsh has hit rock bottom. He's got no job, no bicycle and his only way out of a bad situation, is to coach the local pee wee hockey team. Once a hotshot pee wee hockey player himself, Stan Marsh has tried to put those days behind him. But he's still living with the memory of how let his team down when he missed the winning shot in the big game. Now, he's about to find out that being a coach means facing your past. He's determined to show his kids what it's like to be a winner!
Because today SEASON 10 OF SOUTH PARK COMES TO DVD*
*This post was supposed to be published a few days ago, but I tried to write my own episode descriptions and it sucked. So it came out on tuesday, and despite the next paragraph, I did NOT buy it because I maxed out my credit card. Soon, my precious, soon
I don't have enough money to buy that, or any cds to feed my growing interest in psy-trance and goa-trance music. But is that gonna stop me from buying both? PROBABLY NOT
Season 10 was what many people considered to be a pivotal season for South Park. After season 9, which gave us classics like "Ginger Kids" "Free Wilzyx" "Die, Hippie, Die" "Trapped in the Closet" and the Emmy award winning "Best Friends Forever", Trey and Matt knew they really had to step it up. They succeeded in creating what would come to be known as possibly the most outrageous, inappropriate and fucking hilarious season yet. In addition, season 10 brought us new advances in animation and satire that had never been seen before. A quick analysis of episodes follows, courtesy of south park studios dot com
1001 - The Return of Chef
The town is jolted out of a case of the doldrums when Chef suddenly reappears. While Stan, Kyle, Kenny and Cartman are thrilled to have their old friend back, they notice that something about chef seems different. When Chef's strange behavior starts getting him in trouble, the boys pull out all the stops to save him.
1002 - Smug Alert!
Stan persuades all the citizens of South Park to buy hybrid cars. A disaster of epic proportions threatens the town and Stan is to blame -- just as everyone starts to feel really good about what they’re doing to help save the earth, scientists discover a stormy, dark mass accumulating over the town.
1003 - Cartoon Wars Part I
Cartman and Kyle are at war over the popular cartoon, "Family Guy." Kyle loves "Family Guy" and hates Cartman. The two boys embark upon a mad chase across the country and the fate of "Family Guy" lies with the first boy to reach Hollywood.
1004 - Cartoon Wars Part II
After leaving Kyle injured on the side of the road, Cartman races to the headquarters of “Family Guy” determined to put an end to the show once and for all.
1005 - A Million Little Fibers
Towelie gets over his drug addition and writes a moving book about his experiences. Thanks to Oprah’s support, the book becomes a best seller and his story inspires millions to turn their lives around. However, when he’s caught in a lie by the grand dame of daytime television, Towelie’s old habits start to look might appealing.
1006 - Manbearpig
The boys are trapped in a cave and Cartman finds treasure.
1007 - Tsst
When Cartman's mom realizes she can't control her son anymore, she gets help from an expert. The "Dog Whisperer" may have what it takes but Eric Cartman's not going down without a fight.
1008 - Make Love, Not Warcraft
The boys dedicate their lives to defeating a mad gamer and saving the World of Warcraft.
1009 - Mystery of the Urinal Deuce
The world’s biggest conspiracy of all time will finally be uncovered when Eric Cartman exposes the true culprit behind the September 11th attacks. No one in South Park is safe from the people who are the real brains behind the 9/11 conspiracy. When Kyle and Stan hit the road in search of the truth, they come face-to-face with the masterminds who pulled off the most elaborate, intricate and flawlessly executed operation in American history.
1010 - Miss Teacher Bangs a Boy
Cartman is appointed to the post of School Hallway Monitor at South Park Elementary. In his new role, Cartman takes it personally when an infraction is committed in his jurisdiction. When Kyle discovers that a teacher is having sex with a student, he and Cartman have to team up to put a stop to the inappropriate behavior.
1011 - Hell on Earth 2006
Satan is throwing the biggest Halloween costume party ever, and no one will be admitted without a wristband. Satan is busy checking the R.S.V.P. list and deciding what costume to wear to the big event. Every detail must be perfect for the prince of darkness, but even Satan can’t foresee everything.
1012 - Go God Go
Cartman's plan to propel himself into the future goes horribly wrong. South Park Elementary faces strong opposition to the topic of evolution being taught to the 4th graders, especially from Ms. Garrison who has to teach it. Eric Cartman can't be bothered with what's going on in class. He's busy manipulating his own personal time-line to align with the precise release date of the newest, hottest game.
1013 - Go God Go XII
In the previous episode, Eric Cartman froze himself in an attempt to make his three-week wait for a Nintendo Wii pass quickly. A freak accident landed him over 500 years in the future -- and now he's stuck there. The future is a tumultuous place with warring factions, angry sea otters and no Nintendo. Will Cartman find a way back to his own time?
1014 - Stanley's Cup
Stan Marsh has hit rock bottom. He's got no job, no bicycle and his only way out of a bad situation, is to coach the local pee wee hockey team. Once a hotshot pee wee hockey player himself, Stan Marsh has tried to put those days behind him. But he's still living with the memory of how let his team down when he missed the winning shot in the big game. Now, he's about to find out that being a coach means facing your past. He's determined to show his kids what it's like to be a winner!
Check out this CD
So since I've been on my recent electronic kick, I'm gonna write a brief review-let of a cd:
Cexcells by Blaqk Audio
Blaqk Audio, the electronic side project of AFI's Davey Havok and Jade Puget comes across as about as different from AFI as you could expect. It's one half 80s techno, one half club-worthy dance music and one third new style electronic ballades. That's right folks, approximately 133.33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333% of your daily allowance of booty-shakin beats.
Although the lyrics sometimes come across as a little simple and uninventive (mind you there is NOTHING wrong with that - Love Hurts by Incubus is a good example of such), the cd is really strong from start to finish. With catchy hooks and highly musical production, this is one you should definitely give a listen. Havok's voice is strong throughout, and the album on a whole is at the same time familiar and still different than anything you've heard. Let's hope this project doesn't go the same way as the Postal Service (FUCK YOU DEATH CAB - I want more goddam depressing up tempo stuff) and that we see another album in the near future.
Cexcells by Blaqk Audio
Blaqk Audio, the electronic side project of AFI's Davey Havok and Jade Puget comes across as about as different from AFI as you could expect. It's one half 80s techno, one half club-worthy dance music and one third new style electronic ballades. That's right folks, approximately 133.33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333% of your daily allowance of booty-shakin beats.
Although the lyrics sometimes come across as a little simple and uninventive (mind you there is NOTHING wrong with that - Love Hurts by Incubus is a good example of such), the cd is really strong from start to finish. With catchy hooks and highly musical production, this is one you should definitely give a listen. Havok's voice is strong throughout, and the album on a whole is at the same time familiar and still different than anything you've heard. Let's hope this project doesn't go the same way as the Postal Service (FUCK YOU DEATH CAB - I want more goddam depressing up tempo stuff) and that we see another album in the near future.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
20 seconds of footage is worth 71$
"The teen arrested last month for filming 20 seconds of Transformers in a Virginia theater has pleaded guilty to one count of unlawfully recording a motion picture in violation of state law."
Dude. Anti-Piracy laws are getting fucking nuts.
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These:
Are deep fried balls.
Apparently, there is some sort of Testicle Festival on the west coast right now.
This is an article written by The Stranger's food critic, Angela Garbes. It contains such juicy morsels like this:
"At the festival's "nut-eating contest," I witnessed men cheering on other men glutting themselves on deep-fried testicles, screaming, "Suck down them balls!" and "You know you love those balls in your mouth, boy!"
and,
As they defrosted, their tough outer skins (called, horrifically, the "vaginal tunic") softened to reveal a maze of blue and purple veins. I removed the vaginal tunics.
Definitely worth a read. I am a bit conflicted about the idea of the festival. The whole, eating balls thing is not that big of a deal to me. Hell, I'd try it. The conflict that I am having is this: What happens to the owners of said balls? These bulls are then taken to slaughter, right? People wouldn't make these poor dude's walk around ball-less for the rest of their lives?
In any case, I could totally eat some deep fried balls. Sounds interesting.
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American Graffiti...
So what the hell is this?
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Kiznox...
What the fuck is with the Robophilia recently? I for one would rather we not venture down that path, because as science fiction has shown, the people with the financial means to buy such technology are the worst hands for it to be in.
It's all a little scary really. How far does the human race REALLY need to go in the pursuit of new technology. We've already made things ridiculously easy for ourselves (he says as he types a post on a laptop with wireless internet that will soon be visible across the globe).
We are going to destroy ourselves.
It's all a little scary really. How far does the human race REALLY need to go in the pursuit of new technology. We've already made things ridiculously easy for ourselves (he says as he types a post on a laptop with wireless internet that will soon be visible across the globe).
We are going to destroy ourselves.
Today in History...
The Japan-Korea Annexation Treaty, also referred to in Korea as the Humiliation of the Nation in the Year of the Dog, was signed on August 22, 1910 by the representatives of the Korean and Japanese Imperial Governments. This began the de facto period of Japanese rule in Korea. The treaty had eight articles, number one being: "His Majesty the Emperor of Korea makes the complete and permanent cession to His Majesty the Emperor of Japan of all rights of sovereignty over the whole of Korea."
The legality of the Treaty is disputed, and its legitimacy has been rejected in Korea ever since, and later by the Allied forces that occupied Japan at the end of World War II. The Emperor of Korea, Emperor Yung-hui, refused to sign the treaty as required, and the treaty, while affixed with the national seal of the Korean Empire, does not bear his signature as dictated by Korean law. The treaty was instead signed by Prime Minister Lee Wan-Yong of Korea and Resident General Count Terauchi Masatake of Japan. In his last testament in 1926, Emperor Yung-hui affirmed that the treaty was forced through by ministers threatened and bribed by the Japanese. It is believed that the seal was originally hidden by Empress Sunjeong, and that it was physically forced off her by others. The people who signed and agreed to the treaty were Korean ministers who had secretly agreed with the Japanese government prior to the actual signing of the treaty.
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Fucking Supermarkets
I promise that I'm getting my ID tomorrow so I'll be able to take out my aggression through working out instead of through ranting on here. But just one more for now...
So I was at the supermarket today - a poor choice since it's move in week, but I desperately needed food so I wouldn't starve (I found 45 dollars in a folder, but just buying essentials cleaned that out... oh well). Walking around in there I simply COULD NOT BELIEVE how RUDE people are when they're shopping. You'd think that in a crowded place like that, people would be more aware of the people around them, but quite the opposite seemed to be the case. The number of people who just stop dead in an aisle and turn their carts blocking the whole thing DIRECTLY in front of you was just obscene. Or the ones who push through your cart to get where they need to be. Or the two parents that take their freshman to the store and all sort of swarm around you grabbing things to put in their cart, rendering you immobile and claustrophobic. I just couldn't believe it. Even the guy who checked me out (hahaha checked me out... I wish) told me that it hadn't even been that busy, but that all of the consumers were just being assholes today. It just seems so unnecessary. I even let the woman behind me in line go to an open register saying "you can go ahead up to that one ma'am, they're open" (yes I really said ma'am - I figure down here in the south I should get used to that because it's a little more customary). Her response? "What? It's open? Oh." And then she pushed passed me to get to it. She didn't even look at me once.
What a fuckin bitch.
What is so hard about saying "Please" or "Thank you" or "Excuse me"? Honestly... I've always prided myself on being a very polite guy, but it shouldn't be something to be proud of, it should be something that EVERYONE is ALL the time.
You'd be amazed how far those words can get you in life. Karma's a bitch, and it's at times like these when I know I need the help of the people around me that I'm glad I took the time to be polite to them.
So I was at the supermarket today - a poor choice since it's move in week, but I desperately needed food so I wouldn't starve (I found 45 dollars in a folder, but just buying essentials cleaned that out... oh well). Walking around in there I simply COULD NOT BELIEVE how RUDE people are when they're shopping. You'd think that in a crowded place like that, people would be more aware of the people around them, but quite the opposite seemed to be the case. The number of people who just stop dead in an aisle and turn their carts blocking the whole thing DIRECTLY in front of you was just obscene. Or the ones who push through your cart to get where they need to be. Or the two parents that take their freshman to the store and all sort of swarm around you grabbing things to put in their cart, rendering you immobile and claustrophobic. I just couldn't believe it. Even the guy who checked me out (hahaha checked me out... I wish) told me that it hadn't even been that busy, but that all of the consumers were just being assholes today. It just seems so unnecessary. I even let the woman behind me in line go to an open register saying "you can go ahead up to that one ma'am, they're open" (yes I really said ma'am - I figure down here in the south I should get used to that because it's a little more customary). Her response? "What? It's open? Oh." And then she pushed passed me to get to it. She didn't even look at me once.
What a fuckin bitch.
What is so hard about saying "Please" or "Thank you" or "Excuse me"? Honestly... I've always prided myself on being a very polite guy, but it shouldn't be something to be proud of, it should be something that EVERYONE is ALL the time.
You'd be amazed how far those words can get you in life. Karma's a bitch, and it's at times like these when I know I need the help of the people around me that I'm glad I took the time to be polite to them.
I am totally Lazy with the Blog as of late...
expect a solid rant/lengthy diatribe at some point in the near future. As it stands, I am going to be brief with things for at least today...
Hugo Chavez, President/Dictator of
Venezuela decided to change the official time.
He will be moving the clocks 30 minutes forward.
Because he can.
Pimp.
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Anonymous is...
Out of her fucking mind apparently
Read the first comment for my "it's official" post. We need to get this girl writing for us...
Read the first comment for my "it's official" post. We need to get this girl writing for us...
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