"how fast can you have your bags packed? im ready to blow this town."

friday's random music video vol. XVI

dedicated to the fact boyo jones is back in the US of A today... for the summer.



"all my friends are living saints"



polar bear club - "living saints"

sometimes the truth hurts...

i know... how dare i mess with the raw awesomeness that is "lost."

well, to be fair, i havent watched the show since i missed a week back in 2007. i tried to watch the next one without going back, and about 10 minutes in, simply gave up. the plot lines are too twisted and confusing and every episode made me that much more frustrated with continuously creating more questions... and providing significantly less answers.

so if you are a die hard fan that has made it through all the twists, turns, theories, time periods, flashbacks, monsters, and subsequent hours upon hours spent trying to theorize what's actually going on with your friends, instead of focusing on jobs/relationships/bills/children/health... congratulations.

as for me, i admit that im a quitter and gave up... and once again, allowed social events to once again occur on tuesday nights that did not center around a tv, a note pad (to track the plot... yes, i have seen people take notes... on the tv show "lost") and a computer to google what so and so said 3 seasons ago to determine who wins an argument.



to me, the word "lost" still has a negative conotation around not having an answer or information that one is seeking at some level. and to be honest, after this week's episode and all the frustrated moans and groans that ive heard from the "lost" elite, it sounds like that feeling is shared across the board. with all the terrible and truly negative things to be concerned with going on the REAL planet earth, in this dimension... im just glad "lost" is not something on my list.

ahhh the joys of corporate humor...

A new CEO takes over at a struggling company and decides to get rid of all the slackers.

On a tour of the facilities, the CEO notices a guy leaning on a wall. He can't believe this guy would just stand around on the job.

The new CEO walks up to the guy leaning against the wall and asks, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm just waiting to get paid," responds the man.

Furious, the CEO asks "How much money do you make a week?"

A little surprised, the young fellow replies, "I make about $300 a week. Why?"

The CEO quickly gets out his checkbook, hands the guy a check made out to cash for $1,200 and says, "Here's four weeks' pay, now get out and don't come back."

The man puts the check in his pocket and promptly walks out.

Feeling pretty good about himself, the CEO looks around the room and asks, "Does anyone want to tell me what just happened here?"

From across the room comes a voice, "Yeah, you just tipped the pizza delivery guy $1,200."

punk rock poetry is neat. part 3

by kenny vasoli (frontman of PersonL and ex-frontman of the starting line)

plane of thought:
here lay a pensive lettering of my thoughts gathering around and chatting about ratting out dreams of the concious knowing you are waking up soon. with the facts that i am given, and to say that i even know what's going on isn't true, i could use one or two clues before i can get back to you. but i've got a few questions open for suggestions. like what does it mean when a dream just won't leave and you wake up to face a figment of belief? if i made the corrections and constant reflections to mistakes i made would a single thing change? it is strange for me to feel this way? and i wait... make lightning strike if the answer is yes! if it's no... then so be it, but i still want to know who i ask about the reason behind the story repeating itself. could someone be the least bit of help?

jj abrams + spielberg = awesome

dont get too excited... it comes out summer of 2011.

i shouldnt "sweat" the small stuff...

yesterday, as i was minding my own business, walking down m street in georgetown, i passed the bouncer of a local strip joint. usually the bouncers will try to make conversation with you, attmepting to make you feel comfortable with popping into a strip club during daylight(work) hours. this bouncer followed suit, making eye contact with me and making a comment.

now, its the comment he made that in retrospect, im not sure how to take.

(real quick back story: i was wearing khakis and a grey sweater that my old roommate gave to me when he was moving out. its not my normal look but yesterday was chilly and everything else was at the cleaners so i went with it. i had never worn it before.)

the bouncer says to me: "hey man... nice sweater."

his inflections were indecipherable and i have been thinking about this comment over and over for the past 24 hours.

did he mean:
1. hey big guy, i like your sweater. where did you get it? when im not wearing all black, standing outside of a strip club, maybe id wear it!

2. im a bouncer and could easily kill you. your sweater is dumb.

3. i bet if i compliment this guy, he will be so flattered, he will indulge me and come into the club, doubling our current occupancy on a monday afternoon.

4. who the hell wears sweaters in may?!

5. my sister has that sweater!



as you can tell, im wasting a lot of brain power on this and really should let it go. im hoping this blog will help me exorcise my sweater insecurity.







(just for the record, i did NOT enter this establishment)

i pity the fool... that put this on the air.

"we clime to the roof to watch the dragrace sunset..."

paul rudd never has a case of the mondays.

best job ever.

happy mother's day!

instead of a funny mother's day themed video, i think im just going to share a little cautionary tale from this past weekend of what not to do on mother's day.

my little brother decided that he wanted to go sky diving. sure! go for it. however, he schedules this little stunt on a "free" weekend in may in new york city. he and his friends schedule the actual jump for that sunday morning. as you have probably figured out, it turned out that he was to jump out of a plane on mother's day 400 miles away from home with a worried mother feeling helpless.

needless to say, my mom was, well, not pleased that he 1. wasnt going to be able to see her on mother's day and 2. was JUMPING OUT OF A PLANE on her day.

here is the best part. because of wind, the jump was canceled. he is now planning to go back to new york in a month for a rescheduled jump... around father's day.



so thank you to my brother for making me look good. again.

(brother, if you are reading this and feel i have misrepresented you, please feel free to set the story straight.)