Uplifter Updates!

Straight from 311.com

UPLIFTER UPDATE:
Get ready!!...311's new album UPLIFTER is in stores June 2nd!! UPLIFTER, produced by Bob Rock, features 12 new songs, including the hit single HEY YOU, now playing on radio stations nationwide!

UPLIFTER will be available in Standard, Deluxe and Vinyl editions.
The STANDARD EDITION features 12 New Songs!
The DELUXE EDITION is a CD / DVD combo featuring 14 new songs, including 2 new BONUS SONGS, plus a BONUS DVD with the 83 minute documentary "The Road to 311 Day." The DVD documentary follows the band & their fans for the week leading up to the 3-11 Day '08 show in New Orleans. It includes exclusive behind the scenes footage, interviews & live performance footage from the 3-11 Day Concert!!!
The VINYL EDITION features 12 new songs in double-gatefold package with special etched vinyl!
311.COM UPLIFTER PRE-ORDER INFO COMING SOON!!! Including contests!!

UPLIFTER TRACKLISTING:
1. Hey You
2. It's Alright
3. Mix It Up
4. Golden Sunlight
5. India Ink
6. Daisy Cutter
7. Too Much Too Fast
8. Never Ending Summer
9. Two Drops in the Ocean
10. Something Out of Nothing
11. Jackpot
12. My Heart Sings
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BONUS TRACKS
13. I Like the Way (on Deluxe Edition only)
14. Get Down (on Deluxe Edition only)


Also, if you go to the website it automatically plays their new single "Hey You" which actually sounds slightly different from the one I've heard on the radio. Or I'm just going insane. Either way, ch-check it out!

I'm Miserable with my life

I fucking hate my job and I'm pretty sure that's the root cause of me being so miserable. I'm on the road so much, I don't have a life. I don't have time to do much of anything and if I do, I don't want to do anything because the week just drained me. I don't have time to keep any form of a social life. Case in point, I get roughly a day and maybe 4 hour weekend this week. Then I'll probably have to drive back here.

Which brings me to another reason I hate this job. I was told to come to New Albany, IN so I can be close to Louisville in case the store opened on Wed. They fucking knew it wasn't going to happen, but they sent me here anyways. 700 mile round trip later, I'm gonna fucking hate it when they send me back. They don't give a shit about me or anyone in this company who doesn't have VP in their title. I get $65 per night, including taxes, to stay in a hotel. Somehow I found one where I check out on Friday. I work until Saturday. My boss (the VP) told me to sleep in my car. If I pay for a hotel, only $65 is covered. I'm in Louisville during the week of the Kentucky Derby...ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! The cheapest hotel I can get for Friday night is $175. Thankfully the franchisee I'm working with says I can stay at his house on Friday night. Lucky me...sigh

Also, since I'm in a hotel 5 days a week, eating mostly fast food, I'm definitely gaining weight. Even if the hotel has a fitness center, I don't want to use it because I'm usually too worn out from the day and I don't have any place to put the sweaty clothes.

I'm pretty sure this job is accelerating the rate at which my hair is turning gray

I hate lease terms. I need to get rid of my car to keep working at a job I hate. Yippee skippy.

I hate all the bullshit paperwork they make me do just so they can justify paying me. I do a lot of work for these franchisees...you know, my job...but I receive no benefit for doing this job. Getting a paycheck is not a benefit. I get no time off, I don't get sick days or PTO, or a matching 401K. I don't get a chance to run my own store for a couple of years. Even if we can get one, who knows if I want to do this anymore. These franchisees are wearing me out.

I don't have any skills or any time to learn anything. I haven't had sex in about a year. I'm miserable and I just want to be rich. Fuck it, I don't care if I'm rich, I just want to be happy.

Word to the wise, if you have a chance to get an intership...TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!! I can't fucking stress that enough. Find a job that lets you have a normal life. I fucked up my college life. I'm paying for it. I sure hope this is a struggle I must endure before my life gets better. God I hope it gets better.

I miss a normal life

Thirteen 40 Ate

Let's begin with a familiar voice giving his love



Ending complete with seizure inducing lights!

Alternative Eye Candy of the Week - X-Men Origins: Wolverine

Wait... why do you guys want to see this movie again? ;)

Happiness

Watch Weird Animal Gets Tickled on CollegeHumor

Get High and Watch this Film

Fractals - The Colors of Infinity

Yes. It's a documentary. It's about an hour long. Teaching you about fractals. Accompanied by crazy pictures of fractal art and a psychedelic jazz background, it's fucking AWESOME.

Just search it on google videos. Seriously. It's a little dry at times, and kinda ridiculous, but SO interesting. And Stephen Hawking is in it for like two seconds.

Goerg, you, in particular, will like this

The Assumption Song

Found this on YouTube, it is hilarious.

Legalize Shrooms

http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1906619

Parody of the MPP advertisement that came out yesterday in honor of 4/20. I feel like I'm a lot like the "trippin out" guy :). See the original here :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0mEDE_w1xo

Crazy how it's actually very likely that we'll see the legalization of marijuana in the next 10 years...

Heroes

Does anybody get what the hell this season is about? Didnt they stop Sylar from becoming the president once already?

And whafuck is up with this whole turning into his mother thing. That shit is creepy and not anything that falls into his persona.

Also,

I want pasta.

This'll make it better...

Opposite Marriage?

ummmm....




R Tard.

The Best of Miss USA

No, I didn't watch it, but I was bored and horny so I searched through their pics

The Winner: North Carolina
Kristen Dalton
Honestly...I don't think she's good enough for 1st place. She's attractive, but some of the other girls are better

Like...
Kimberly Gittings
Georgia
Jessi Pierson
West Virginia (of all places? Damn WV sucks...except for her. Damn!)
Brooke Werner
Vermont
Alysha Castonguay
Rhode Island
And a way better pic for
Miss (Sterling Heights) Michigan




Booooiiiiinnnggggggg!!!!

Four-Twenty

Happy Try-and-Do-as-Little-as-Possible-While-Enjoying-Yourself-in-a-Whole-Different-Frame-of-Mind Day, CFuckers!

Broken Picture Telephone

www.brokenpicturetelephone.com

Arguably one of the most fun inane wastes of time imaginable. Sign up for a free account, and let the hilarity ensue. It's like a game of telephone but with alternating pictures and descriptions of those pictures, each made by a different person. So One person writes something, the next draws what the first person wrote, then the next person tries to describe in words what the last person drew and so on. It's hard to explain, just go there and look at some of the "Random games"

Umphreakin'

Umphrey's McGee! That's right, another UM post. Hock, Claudio, and I just went see Umphrey's in South Bend, IN and it was fuckin' sweet!

Pre-show: We set out at roughly 3:30 and got there in no time. It took about 2.5 hours. We found a parking spot in a lot right next to the venue....for only $5. Killer. We wandered a little ways down the main street until we thought, "let's just grab a few drinks right next door to the Morris." and we did. Hock and I downed a few brews and SVG suckled his (excessively strong) Long Island. We moseyed the fifty feet to the venue with an hour until the band was slated to start. So we grabbed another beer in the lobby (and another one eventually). I managed to embarrass myself like 3 times in only ten minutes, for instance:

Woman doing a raffle for UM poster: "Wanna win this poster?"
Me: "I wanna win this poster"
Woman: "Five dollars to enter"
Me: "I don't wanna win this poster"
Woman: "No Freebies"

...or me trying to bring a beer into the venue, when it was obviously a dry venue. I suck. So we got to our rockin' seats in the Upper level two rows from the rail. And the show began:

Set I: Glory>2x2, Wappy Sprayberry>Soul Food I*>White Man's Moccasins, Birthday^, End of the Road>Much Obliged>Hajimemeashite>1348

Set notes: They kept the set on the slow side except for when they needed to RAWK. The Wappy was sick. They played The Beatles' Birthday (with an old Ali Baba's Tahini member on drums) for the first time in like almost 1100 shows. Lucky us! Highlight: Sould Food I (my first!)

Set II: JaJunk>Cemetery Walk>JaJunk, Partyin' Peeps, Cemetery Walk II, Ringo$>Eminence Front>&Ringo, Preamble>Mantis

E: All in Time

(*So What teases, ^with Steve Kronjniewski on drums, $My Name is Mud teases, &Eminence Front teases)

Set notes: JaJunk with CW1 in the middle is crazy awesome and they really killed The Who's Eminence Front. Even after they went back into Ringo, Joel was still rockin' some EFront teases, it was pretty tyte. I wish the encore would've been something else, since I have seen AIT so many times, but the version they did was pushing 20 minutes and really let loose on some good jams (despite Jake's malfunctioning guitar cord).

All in all, it was a very boss experience.

GOERG out.

Miss Michigan

Meet Lindsey Tycholiz, she represents Michigan in the Miss USA pageant.

Skittles: Greatest Hits

I bought a bag of Wild Berry Skittles on my trip home today. There were a couple of flavors I didn't like, such as the cough syrup flavored wild cherry.

This got me thinking, why doesn't Skittles just skip the bullshit and make a bag with all of their best flavors.

Strawberry and Grape (Original)
Kiwi Lime and Pineapple Passion fruit (Tropical)
Raspberry, Berry Punch, and Melon Berry (Wild Berry)

Can they fit that much flavor into 1 bag?! They should definitely try.

Starburst too...

On second thought, I'm pretty sure I know why they do the ones no one cares about. They give you something to give to your friends when you give some out. Here you go, all green and yellow. Reds and purples are mine. Bwahahahaha!

Diabolical Skittles

The Future is Fucked

Nothing is sacred.

Curiosity and innovation (kinda) are dead.

The internet and other technology have ruined everything.


Anything that you would have seen as innovative in a movie or TV show is on the internet. In some form or another. This is good for the masses that like to consume a massive amount of junk in a short time. But its bad for people, like me, who don't have much time to consume all that junk. Also, original IPs are going quick. Look at movies. Remakes EVERYWHERE! Not that its a bad thing, but what's the future going to hold? Everything is going to be just a rehash of something else.

Also, this is probably just me, I am really going to miss the nostalgia feeling of looking at an old photo. Everything is digital now. Unless you print it up, there is no physical picture. Also, I love looking at old photos from the 70s-80s, because people look so ridiculous. To me, photos now will never give me that feeling of nostalgia, because they are digital. I may not think this way in 10 years, who knows.

There is one good thing about the internet, which may change the way TV is viewed in the next couple of years, which is that censorship may be dead. If television wants to keep up with the internet, they are going to have to revise their position on censorship. Kids now have no boundaries. They can view anything they want to on the internet. Pretty much ANYTHING, literally. That's scary, but also kinda nice. I fucking hate censorship...if you can't tell.


I'm scared for the future. Will anything be left to do?

I gotta stop writing thoughtful posts when I'm tired. I could have worded this better, but now I don't care.

Enjoy

Venting to feel better...

This is meant for you. And you know who you are. You will never read this. You will never hear this. But I, I will feel better.

It is time for me to vent. To get some bits of aggression out just for the sake of getting some of it out.

So go fuck yourself.
Go to hell.
Fuck you and every lie that you told me.
Fuck you for being such a selfish person.
Fuck you, mostly, for convincing me that you cared.
I feel betrayed.
Stomped on.
Shit on.
Fucked over.
And embarrassed.

Some of your stuff is still here. I am betting that is not just because you couldnt carry it. Hell, you know that I would have helped if you would only have just asked. My guess, my assumption, my thought, is that you are still trying to torment me. I firmly believe that you are trying to stay in my mind, constantly fucking with me.

I had no idea that you could be so malicious.

I had no idea you could cut so deep.

I had no clue that you would try.

You came to the apartment and acted like you didnt care. Acted like I didnt matter enough to even have a conversation. And I still let it happen. I let myself become part of you, yet you never felt like I was there. I let myself be us. What a fool I was.

So fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you.

Im actually doing really well, at the moment. I am done with tears. I am done with a large portion of the sadness and the missing you. Now, Im just angry with the way you ended it. With myself for being so blind. And because I was so nice to you throughout it.

Someone Seriously Needs to Punch these People

At least that chick. And her husband for dating such a slut.

Do Easy

VERY interesting idea about a way to live your life.

An Essay by William S. Burroughs

DE is a way of doing. It is a way of doing everything you do. DE simply means doing whatever you do in the easiest most relaxed way you can manage which is also the quickest and most efficient way, as you will find as you advance in DE.

You can start right now tidying up your flat, moving furniture or books, washing dishes, making tea, sorting papers. Consider the weight of objects exactly how much force is needed to get the object from here to there. Consider its shape and texture and function where exactly does it belong. Use just the amount of force necessary to get the object from here to there. Don't fumble, jerk, grab an object. Drop cool possessive fingers onto it like a gentle old cop making a soft arrest. Guide the dustpan lightly to the floor as if you were landing a plane. When you touch an object weigh it with your fingers, feel your fingers on the object, the skin, blood, muscles, tendons of you hand and arm. Consider these extensions of yourself as precision instruments to perform every movement smoothly and well. Handle objects with consideration and they will show you all their little tricks. Don't tug or pull at a zipper. Guide the little metal teeth smoothly along feeling the sinuous ripples of cloth and flexible metal. Replacing the cap on a tube of toothpaste... (and this should always be done at once. Few things are worse than and uncapped tube, maladroitly squeezed, twisting up out of the bathroom glass drooling paste, unless it be a tube with the cap barbarously forced on all askew against the threads). Replacing the cap let the very tips of your fingers protrude beyond the cap contacting the end of the tube guiding the cap into place. Using your fingertips as a landing gear will enable you to drop any light object silently and surely into its place. Remember every object has its place. If you dont find that place and put that thing there it will jump out at you and trip you or rap you painfully across the knuckles. It will nudge you and clutch at you and get in your way. Often such objects belong in the wastebasket but often its just that they are out of place. Learn to place an object firmly and quietly in its place and do not let your fingers move that object as they leave it there. When you put down a cup separate your fingers cleanly from the cup. Do not let them catch in the handle and if they do repeat the movement until fingers separate clean. If you dont catch that nervous finger that won't let go of that handle you may twitch hot tea across the Duchess. Never let a poorly executed sequence pass. If you throw a match at a wastebasket and miss, get right up and put that match in the wastebasket. If you have time repeat the cast that failed. There is a always a reason for missing an easy toss. Repeat the toss and you will find it. If you rap your knuckles against a window jamb or door. If you brush your leg against a desk or a bed, if you catch your feet in the curled-up corner of a rug, or strike a toe against a desk or chair go back and repeat the sequence. You will be surprised to find how far off course you were to hit that window jamb, that door, that chair. Get back on course and do it again. How can you pilot a spacecraft if you can't find your way around your own apartment? It's just like retaking a movie shot until you get it right. And you will begin to feel yourself in a film moving with ease and speed. But don't try for speed at first. Try for relaxed smoothness taking as much time as you need to perform an action. If you drop an object, break and object, spill anything, knock painfully against anything, galvanically clutch an object, pay particular attention to the retake. You may find out why and forestall a repeat performance. If the object is broken sweep up the pieces and remove them from the room at once. If the object is intact or you have a duplicate object repeat sequence. You may experience a strange feeling as if the objects are alive and hostile trying to twist out of your fingers, slam noisily down on a table, jump out at you and stub your toe or trip you. Repeat sequence until objects are brought to order.

Here is student at work. At two feet he tosses red plastic milk cap at the orange garbage bucket. The cap sails over the bucket like a flying saucer. He tries again. Same result. He examines the cap and finds that one edge is crushed down. He pries the edge back into place. Now the cap will drop obediently into the bucket. Every object you touch is alive with your life and your will.

The student tosses cigarette box at wastebasket and it bounces out from the cardboard cover from a metal coat hanger, which is resting diagonally across the wastebasket and never should be there at all. If an ashtray is emptied into that wastebasket the cardboard triangle will split the ashes and the butts scattering both on the floor. Student takes a box of matches from his coat pocket preparatory to lighting cigarette from new package on table. With the matches in one hand he makes another toss and misses of course his fingers are in future time lighting cigarette. He retrieves package puts the matches down and now stopping slightly legs bent hop skip over the washstand and into the wastebasket, miracle of the Zen master who hits a target in the dark these little miracles will occur more an more often as you advance in DE... the ball of paper tossed over the shoulder into the wastebasket, the blanket flipped and settled just into place that seems to fold itself under the brown satin fingers of an old Persian merchant. Objects move into place at your lightest touch. You slip into it like a film moving with such ease you hardly know you are doing it. You'd come into the kitchen expecting to find a sink full of dirty dishes and instead every dish is put away and the kitchen shines. The Little People have been there and done your work fingers light and cold as spring wind through the rooms.

The student considers heavy objects. Tape recorder on the desk taking up too much space and he doesnt use it very often. So put it under the washstand. Weigh it with the hands. First attempt the cord and socket leaps across the desk like a frightened snake. He bumps his back on the washstand putting the recorder under it. Try again lift with legs not back. He hits the lamp. He looks at that lamp. It is a horrible disjointed object the joints tightened with cellophane tape disconnected when not in use the cord leaps out and wraps around his feet sometimes jerking the lamp off the desk. Remove that lamp from the room and buy a new one. Now try again lifting shifting pivoting dropping on the legs just so and right under the washstand.

You will discover clumsy things you've been doing for years until you think that is just the way things are. Here is an American student who for years has clawed at the red plastic cap on English milk bottle you see American caps have a little tab and he has been looking for that old tab all these years. Then one day in a friend's kitchen he saw a cap depressed at the center. Next morning he tries it and the miracle occurs. Just the right pressure in the center and he lifts the cap off with deft fingers and replaces it. He does this several times in wonder and in awe and ell he might him a college professor and very technical too planarian worms learn quicker than that for years he has been putting on his socks after he puts on his pants so he has to roll up pants and pants and socks get clawed in together so why not put on the socks before the pants? He is learning the simple miracles ... The Miracle of the Washstand Glass... we all know the glass there on a rusty razor blade streaked with pink tooth paste a decapitated tube writhing up out of it... quick fingers go to work and Glass sparkles like the Holy Grail in the morning sunlight. Now he does the wallet drill. For years he has carried his money in the left side pocket of his pants reaching down to fish out eh naked money... bumping his fingers against the sharp edges of the notes. Often the notes were in two stacks and puling out the one could drop the other on the floor. The left side pocket of the pants is most difficult to pick but worse things can happen than a picked pocket one can dine out on that for a season. Two manicured fingers sliding into the well-cut suit wafted into the waiting hand and engraved message from the Queen. Surely this is the easy way. Besides no student of DE would have his pocket picked applying DE in the street, picking his route through slower walkers, dont get stuck behind that baby carriage, careful when you round a corner dont bump into somebody coming round the other way. He takes the wallet out in front a mirror, removes notes, counts notes, replaces notes. As rapidly as he can with no fumbling, catching note edges on wallet, or other errors. That is a basic principle which must be repeated. When speed is crucial to the operation you must find your speed the fastest you can perform the operation with out error. Don't try for speed at first it will come his fingers will rustle through the wallet with a touch light as dead leaves and crinkle discreetly the note that will bribe a South American customs official into overlooking a shrunken down head. The customs agent smiles a collector's smile the smile of a connoisseur. Such a crinkle he has not heard since a French jewel thief with crudely forged papers made a crinkling sound over them with his hands and there is the note neatly folded into a false passport.

Now some one will say... But if I have to think about every move I make ...You only have to think and break down movement into a series of still pictures to be studied and corrected because you have not found the easy way. Once you find the easy way you dont have to think about it will almost do itself.

Operations performed on your person... brushing teeth, washing, etc. can lead you to correct a defect before it develops. Here is student with a light case of bleeding gums. His dentist has instructed him to massage gums by placing little splinters of wood called Inter Dens between the teeth and massaging gum with seesaw motion. He snatches at Inter Dens, opens his mouth in a stiff grimace and jabs at a gum with a shaking hand. Now he remembers his DE. Start over. Take out eh little splinters of wood like small chopsticks joined at the base and separate them gently. Now find where the bleeding is. Relax face and move Inter Dens up and down gently firmly gums relaxed direct your attention to that spot. No not getting better and better just let the attention of your whole body and all the healing power of your body flow with it. A soapy hand on your lower back feeling the muscles and vertebrae can catch a dislocation right there and save you a visit to the osteopath. Illness and disability is largely a matter of neglect. You ignore something because it is painful and it becomes more uncomfortable through neglect and you neglect it further. Everyday tasks become painful and boring because you think of them as WORK something solid and heavy to be fumbled and stumbled over. Overcome this block and you will find that DE can be applied to anything you do even to the final discipline of doing nothing. The easier you do it the less you have to do. He who has learned to do nothing with his whole mind and body will have everything done for him.

Let us now apply DE to a simple test: the old Western quick draw gunfight. Only one gun fighter ever really grasped the concept of DE and that was Wyatt Earp. Nobody ever beat him. Wyatt Earp said: It's not the first shot that counts. It's the first shot that hits. Point is to draw aim and fire and deliver the slug an inch above the belt buckle

That's DE. How fast can you do it and get it done?

It is related that a young boy once incurred the wrath of Two Gun McGee?. McGee? has sworn to kill him and is even now preparing himself in a series of saloons. The boy has never been in a gunfight and Wyatt Earp advises him to leave town while McGee is still two saloons away. The boy refuses to leave.

"All right" Earp tells him "You can hit a circle four inches square at six feet can't you? all right take your time and hit it." Wyatt flattens himself against a wall calling out once more "Take your time, kid."

(How fast can you take your time, kid?)

At this moment McGee? bursts through the door a .45 in each hand spittin lead all over the town. A drummer from St. Louis is a bit slow hitting the floor and catches a slug in the forehead. A boy peacefully eating chop suey in the Chinese restaurant next door stops a slug with his thigh.

Now the kid draws his gun steadies it in both hands aims and fires at six feet hitting Two Gun McGee? squarely in the stomach. The heavy slug knocks him back against the wall. He manages to get off one last shot and bring down the chandelier. The boy fires again and sends a bullet ripping through McGee?'s liver and another through his chest.

The beginner can think of DE as a game. You are running an obstacle course the obstacles set up by your opponent. As soon as you attempt to put DE into practice you will find that you have an opponent very clever and resourceful with detailed knowledge of you weaknesses and above all expert in diverting your attention for the moment necessary to drop a plate on the kitchen floor. Who or what is this opponent that makes you spill drop and fumble slip and fall? Groddeck and Freud called it the IT a built in self-destructive mechanism. Mr Hubbard calls it the Reactive Mind. You will disconnect IT as you advance in the discipline of DE. De Brings you into direct conflict with the IT in present time where you can control your moves. You can beat the IT in present time.

Take the inverse skill of the IT back into your own hands. These skills belong to you. Make them yours. You know where the wastebasket is. You can land objects in that wastebasket over you shoulder. You know how to touch and move and pick up things. Regaining these physical skills is of course simply a prelude to regaining other skills and knowledge that you have and cannot make available for your use. You know your entire past history just what year month and hour everything happened. If you have heard a language for any length of time you know that language. You have a computer in your brain. DE will show you how to use it. But that is another chapter.

DE applies to ALL operations carried out inside the body ... brain waves, digestion, blood pressure and rate of heart beats ... and that is another chapter...

Sara is leaving me...

I feel like throwing up and crying at the same time.

I feel like part of me just died.

I feel as is every terrible thing in my life just engulfed me all at once.

I cried a lot tonite.

And Im pretty sure that there is more coming.

Ahem...

That is all.

Britney is NOT Down with the Sickness

Apparently, during a show in Vancouver, Britney Spears halted the show for 45 mins because she thought she smelled (horror of horrors) Marijuana. She refused to perform because the stage area was too smokey, and said that she would not continue until the smoke cleared. When she finally did return, she imparted her wisdom on the crowd saying "Thank you Vancouver. Drive safe, don't smoke weed and rock out with your cock out. Peace out mother fuckers!" Yes you read that right - Britney said "rock out with your cock out" and "peace out mother fuckers".
Uhhh... what? Get over it britney. It's fucking weed. You mean that the multiple fog machines you have in your stage set up don't bother you, but smoke from the crowd does? And also? It's Canada! For God sake it's legal there!

Diesel Sweeties

just a funny comic for y'all :)

F-R-E-E-Z-E-P-O-O-P...incorrect. Try again.

So Claudio and I went with Lisa, a friend from work, to Mac's Bar to see the one and only Freezepop. It was awesome. There were two opening bands:

Dr. Device - They are a complete load of shit. It was they most effin' random music ever. And not in a good way. It is like if An Endless Sporadic had a demon child with a scream-o band. They almost never played the same passage twice and every passage was less than a minute. It was four guys: A bass player/screamer, a keyboardist (hanging around his neck), a drummer, and a big black dude on his Macbook. They all seemed like they are good artists, but why would they subject themselves to such filth (can't even call it music)? Thank god it was only 30 minutes!

Deastro - He is saweeeet. I would describe him/them as a less rocky Minus the Bear. He definitely got my feet a-tapping and my butt a-swerving. Unfortunately, he only played 30 minutes as well. He closed with this awesome cover of Prince's "I Would Die For You." He was one of those artists who just has a bunch of random crap on stage for atmosphere, which I love. He threw out this homemade vest with a hood on it that had multi-colored puff balls all over it into the audience. I then proceeded to where it for the last song. Killer! After the whole show, he was loading his van and signed his 7"/CDs for Lisa and her friend, Jeff.

FREEZEPOP! - No Kasson this time, either. :( It was Liz Enthusiasm, Sean T. Drinkwater, and Bananas Foster on drums/auxillary keytar. Regardless, the show started off okay. As the show progressed, the energy got higher and higher. The first few numbers weren't quite together. The songs were (if I can remember all of them and not in order): Brainpower, Super Sprode, Get Ready to Rokk, Special Boy, Frontload, Plastic Stars, Ninja of Love, Do You like Boys?, Stakeout, Boys on Film, Lost That Boy (new), Magnetic ____(new), and the 'encore' was Less Talk More Rokk, Don't Stop Believing (Journey), and The Final Countdown (Europe). It was truly awesome! The energy got crazy sweet near the end, despite the fact that most of the drum tracks were playing off of a keyboard to the side of the stage area. ROKKKKKKKKK!

The banter at this show was priceless. They kept talking about how many songs they have with 'boy' in the title. Since there was no backstage, when they left for the "encore" they just stood at the back for the stage and waited. The entire show was basically requests from the audience which was sweet. A lot of songs they said, "you don't want us to play that," probably meaning they are Kasson's songs or they couldn't pull it off without more notice (i.e. Jem Theme). When people were yelling "Plastic Stars," Sean said, "We don't play that song live...which means we will play it in about 20 minutes." Later, he said, "Sorry, we don't play 'Less Talk...' live." And we all know how that turned out. This whole show was a lot of fun.

-GOERG out.

Out of Control Egos

Last nights South Park was hilarious. Lets just say, certain people got what was coming to them.

I think they forgot about Miley Cyrus though.

Holy Comic Book Movies, Batman!

I just went to imdb.com and searched for Stan Lee. I wanted to see how many and what movies he put himself in. Well, I became sidetracked. He has a buttload of Producer/Executive Producer credits pending for comic book movies. Here is (not a rigorous) list of them:

Iron Man 2 (2010)
Thor (2011)
The First Avenger: Captain America (2011)
Silver Surfer (2010)
Nick Fury (2010)
X-Men Origins: Magneto (2011)
X-Men: First Class (2012)
The Hands of Shang-Chi (2011)
Ant-Man (2010)
Spider-Man 4 (2011)
Doctor Strange (2012)

...and I highly doubt that is even close to all of them.

GOERG out.

Shadow of the Colossus the Movie!

So its been confirmed that Sony (shocker) has picked up the rights for a Shadow of the Colossus movie. So those of you who know, that was a fucking amazing game, with amazing art direction for the PS2 that has been out for a couple of years now. While this news excited me upon first hearing about it, after further thinking I don't know what to think about it. Most of the game is no more than running around on a horse. The rest is actually fighting the colossus. There is almost no story. What are they going to do about that? They better not bastardize the movie, because I loved the game. Its an intriguing, yet frightening, concept. Let's hope this is a fantastical movie with no bastardization. It will be awesome to see what they can do with the ginormity of the colossi v. a small man. It was just announced though, who knows if it will actually see the light of day. Even if it does, it'll be at least 2 years.

On the topic of movies, Gary Oldman has reportedly been spotted on the set of Iron Man 2. The same Gary Oldman who appears in Warner Bros' Batman and Harry Potter franchises. Someone at corporate won't like that one. This is just a speculation, but he is thought to be playing Howard Stark (Tony's father). The cast includes awesome talent such as Robert Downey Jr., Gwyneth Paltrow, Don Cheadle, Scarlett Johansson, Sam Rockwell, Mickey Rourke and Samuel Mother Fucking Jackson. This little diddy is scheduled to come out on May 7, 2010. Marvel owns May.

Kinda bored...

Yup.

Nothing really interesting to say...just kinda bored at the moment. I am waiting for a pizza, which is the only reason that I am not playing wii sports.

Welp, thats about it.

Yay! A Heroes Post!

Just for you, Claudio

While I totally agree with you, they really need their original writers back (season 1), I actually enjoyed this episode (Monday 4/6/09). There was a lot of drama. There was a lot of progression. There was a lot of bullshit.

I knew from the first 5 minutes that Bennett knew that Sylar wasn't dead. I knew he was too smart for that. I mean, he's been doing that shit for 20 some years, of course he'd be too smart for that. But it was interesting to see him go off the deep end and almost end his marriage because Sylar was driving him insane. I hate Sandra Bennett. She is one of the worst characters on the show, but I don't want to see HRG kill his wife to "stop" Sylar. I'm glad he was able to figure out it was his wife he held a gun to, and that he still loves her dearly. I hope he's able to get some retribution. Especially after what Sylar and Danko did to him around those agents.

Parkman's storyline was rather interesting too. I like that he completely tourmented Danko and broke up his relationship...with a prostitute?! Well, I guess if you're Danko, that's the best you can do. But it's good to see that Danko can get fucked over too in this debacle. The only thing I really have a problem with is that Matt doesn't use his powers to the fullest. He puts himself in situations that he can easily get out of, but he just gives up. I want him to use his fucking powers.

Baby Touch and Go. God dammit! All of that was horrible. A Japanese guy with a Texas accent? Ando making a face to get the kid to start the car? What, are we 8 years old? Fucking Christ! I'm glad Hiro saved Matt and reunited him with his son, but I could have done without the rest of it. I need Hiro to use his powers again (mostly go back to his late season 1, season 2 self).

I'm excited to see what next week holds. What do all the skeletons mean? Will Peter get his fucking powers back anytime soon? Will Hiro? Will the season get any better? Will I get a superpower? No, ok, I'll just take a better season. Bring on the next episode!

NCAA Championship

I'm sure this is the last person you would expect to see post this, but MSU had their asses handed to them by NC.

 21 turnovers, embaresing.

Well they earned it. If we had played anything like we did on Saturday, then I would have had hope, but we never broke past a 15 point deficit.

On a different note, I want the old writers back for Heroes. I have too much I want to comment about, so it will have to wait for it's own post tomorrow.

Claudio's Third Annual Blog Post

No, it hasn't been a year since I posted (almost), but I think this is my third ever post. Anyway...

For a change of pace, I decided to think today while I was in the shower. And I thought, if someone really likes a band, then they should buy their albulms straight from the band and not from stores. The way I see it is, the store you would be buying the albulm from has already purchased their quantity of albulms from the band, so the band already recieved money for it. The price you pay goes to paying off that purchase and to the store's profit margin. If the store doesn't sell all the albulms it bought from the band, the band doesn't have to buy them back or anything, the store just loses money (I know that's poor economic thinking, but fuck Capitalism).

When you buy the albulm right from the band (via website most likely, or at a show), they get all the profit, except for obviously the portion that goes towards paying off the cost of production, distribution and such. The albulm is usually cheaper anyway, the only down side is that you usually have to pay for shipping and then to quote Tom Petty, "waiting is the hardest part".

So, in sumation, you can do whatever you want, that's just my $0.02.

# 3

In deliveries.
For the company.

Kiss my ass, last guy who ran the store.

Soooo, thats good news.

Wanna hear the bad news? I'm totally burned out. Like, supremely. Tomorrow I will be working at least 17 hours. At LEAST 17. You wanna hear how much I work every week...? Somewhere between 90 and 100. Im pretty fucking fried.

I love my job. But not that much. This is a total fucking killer. It is fucking up so many things in my life. I feel like I have sacrificed so much for it. Sara is proud of me for being someone that is willing to do what it takes to make things happen. I am proud to finally have my head above water with my debts and with life in general. I feel, for the first time in a long time, like someone worthwhile. I guess my biggest issue is that I have no real gauge as to what it takes to be a worthwhile person.

Thinking about life.

Thinking about what I really want to do with it.

About what I should do with it.

About what I will be remembered for.

If I will be remembered.

Should I be remembered?

What could I be remembered for?

Will I just be that guy that people look at as something not to be?



You wanna do that movie thing?

Maybe that comic thing?

Maybe ingest some fucking drugs and trip into a series of amazing ideas and random craziness where no one can decide if there was really a fucking tyranasaurus or a stupid shadow and nobody fucking cares? Want to watch me crawl into a subwoofer and demand drums and look at some idiotic light display and enjoy the simplicity of life and ridiculousness and touching some weird fuzzy thing stuck to the carpeting and thinking that maybe, just maybe, somebody put it there for the world to find and hoping that some chemical spill will give us all super powers and nonsense and thought and inwardness and ego and id and fun and music and not feeling like a fucking train hit me point blank in the face and sneered while doing so.

Am I willing to accept my own life? Am I proud of myself? I think that is one thing that this job leaves no room for...major introspection. I feel like I can sit on the couch and evaluate myself for hours on end and the only thing that I would really come up with at the moment is whether or not I am doing the best that I can with my job. Job. Job. Job.

Job
=
J ewed
O ppressed
B eat

Once I get my shit together, and I mean fully together with some monies saved up, I am absolutely fucking down. My creative side has been stripped naked, and he wants his goddamn pants back.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT COCK BALLS!!!

Bisco Lineup. SOO worth the wait. I know y'all don't really care but...
Disco Biscuits (3 nights) obviously
STS9 (2 Nights)
Shpongle (Simon Posford vs. Raja Ram live set)
Younger Brother (live)
Ott
Prometheus
Twisted Records All Star Tent (this was like my jizz my pants, never gonna happen prediction, and it totally did!!! and I totally jizzed)
Orchard Lounge
Bluetech
Lotus
Chromeo
Pretty Lights
EOTO
The Orb
Telepath

Twisted records tent including prometheus, shpongle, raja ram, and ott. Jizz. Jizz everywhere