im finding myself staring out a lot of windows. what does that mean? you know what im talking about? when you lose 3, 4, 20 minutes staring out into the world through a thin layer of glass. some may say that its a form of escapism. some may say that i spend too much time inside. to be honest, i dont know why.
i have never read "death of a salesman" but from my interpretation of the title alone, i can completely understand why its such a well-known title. if you are a salesman, you work yourself to death. if you are everyone else, you want nothing more than the death of every salesman.
we may have seen chris cooley's last football game. end of a crazy era where a football player that looks like he drinks whisky way more often than gatorade and is also an accomplished pottarian (someone who makes pottery... well what would YOU call them?) can play amazing, inspirational football.
starbucks is a terrible place to bring small children. i can not emphasize that enough... small children + (unlimited amount of energy x boredom) + hot liquids + computers = impending disaster.
that is all.
Friday, October 14, 2011
"if you could only keep me alive i swear that somehow we could find this way to change my life and help me sing this because the rain, it hit this town and washed away half of my faith, but now i'm ready to feel what i've been feeling"
so... i missed a week. my bad. no sense in faking it and trying to go back and remember how i felt each day i woke up and put up a video...
but, if you must know, i had a very good week. it started off with some old friends and ended surrounded by loved ones and family.
good times.
you want to know another good time? in one week, Tuesday, June 28th, Taking Back Sunday will release their new album with their original "TAYF" lineup and I CAN NOT wait. it will be the anthem to my summer.
dont worry dallas, your cd is amazing as well. gives me chills every time.
but... i have been waiting for this TBS album for a decade.
say what you want, but blink-182 are so money. they are headlining the honda civic tour with my chemical romance. i wanna find my old blink-182 t-shirt with a rabbit stomping the ground from HS and rock it at the show.
i have been listening to them since the late 90s... 15 years.. crazy.
based on the recent revelations regarding a handful of republicans... the platform of family values actually means "there is value of starting and wrecking multiple families" thank you professors arnold, j. ensign and newt!
i like this... (EMO) - Below is New Found Glory's explanation of their new album's title.
"There are certain things in life that are extremely hard to get over. No matter how hard or long you go trying to forget, it's always there somewhere in your mind. Some things can be so heavy they torment and enter every thought making you feel semi-insane. If our thoughts were like tumors we could have them removed. Using RADIOSURGERY. "Radiosurgery" - is a medical procedure that allows non-invasive treatment of benign and malignant tumors. It is also known as stereotactic radiotherapy, (SRT) when used to target lesions in the brain, and stereotactic body radiotherapy (SBRT) when used to target lesions in the body. In addition to cancer, it has also been shown to be beneficial for the treatment of some non-cancerous conditions, including functional disorders such as arteriovenous malformations (AVMs) and trigeminal neuralgia. Some have already used our record title as an analogy referring to the state of popular music or songs they hear on the radio. Saying it needs some fixing... Or "surgery". Music is healing. You can find a song from your favorite band that relates to a tough situation in your life and listening to it helps you. You could say that's some sort of Radiosurgery. You can apply or relate the title to whatever you want. Truth is, it will all make sense once you hear the album."
so... not taking back sunday, per say, but fred m. WAS in the band for a few albums so i feel justified. and really? this is sorta about me right?! so i make the rules!! hooray!
"the truth, is you could slit my throat. and with my one last gasping breath, i'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt." (this quote was one of my favorites during college... oh freshman and sophomore year. i wrote this on a friend's ceiling in their dorm room once.)
watch the video and see if you can see what i and the lead singer, adam of TBS (he's the guy singing in the shower) have in common... didnt even realize til this past weekend.
there is something humbling? i dont know if that's the right word... maybe its disconcerting or unsatisfying or umcomfortable... well, whatever the word is, i kind of feel that way because a life changing event has not really changed my life. for better. for worse. i dont feel different. my situation hasnt changed. my day to day... is still my day to day.
i guess its that feeling of "you just turn 21, 25, 30, 40 etc... and people ask 'do you feel any different'" and every time, you stop to think about it... and slowly come back with the obligatory "i dont think i do..."
yeah, its kind of like that. society and those around you make you believe you should feel some way, and you create that expectation... and yet... nope. same old same old.
im not trying to be deep... just thinking out loud errr or i guess, on a computer.
a great day for america. a special thanks to all service men and women who have spent the last decade making yesterday's call to justice a possibility.
this song is sooooo catchy... SARA, GET OUTTA MY HEAD!!! (6 months and counting....)
its not cool to be singing this song while walking down the street... and sorry to the guy i made eye contact with when i sang "who died and made you king of anything"
"Don't take another day away from me Cause I don't got many as it stands Here on the rooftop screaming like the world stopped Another cigarette for both of us hold my hand I'll take us both to the top of the world if I can
Cause mama it's ok, tonight I'm going to sing with Elvis And we will sing a couple songs just for your ears so sing along and hey If I go down in the quicksand don't grab my hand Just play me as loud as you can Cause tonight I'm singing with
And daddy's sitting in the corner with Cash when Mr. Moon picks up the beat I hear the sound of someone warming the start while they wait for me And Freddie says that I can stay, that I don't have to be afraid this time The angels filling up the place and Carly's walking she's the first in line
Remember the days we thought we were golden and that all these nights were ours Remember my face, remember the rooftops Do you remember the stage, when all of it's broken not to show your favorite scars A smile on your face, we'll count only our stars" "its about life, love, remembering we came from and who we're with."
dedicated to my boyo rylo's new found love for thrice... about time dude... seriously. chris and i have only been screaming along to their songs for the past 8 years...
"do i trust my heart or just my mind? why is truth so hard to find in this world?"
this song was riddled with quotes and one-liners that loaded up my college aim away messages starting in 2003.
you know when you've heard a band once or twice and you made a snap judgment and never looked back... only to be knocked on your ass by how good they were several years later!?
well... just happened to me yesterday.
at 10:45am on April 11th, with the help of one of the boyos, i realized i made a horrible mistake all those years ago... and fell in love with a band.
maybe im getting old and drifting from my pop-punk/ska/emo roots but this shit is butters*.
of course im talking about the band responsible for today's video: thirty seconds to mars
so... i watched a horror movie last night... well more like a slasher teen low budget DIY horror movie but still, my dreams overnight were nightmarish in nature. combine that with this being the 100th day of this little endeavor and you have a nightmarish coheed video. why coheed? because they rock harder than anyone. makes sense to me!
in another shining example of how my life really is just a running joke that i get to enjoy from the first person perspective, today i set off my car alarm at a gas station. that alone is not why this was a unique experience... people set off their own car alarms all the time! granted... the acoustics of the gas station did amplify the alarm a little more than usual...
no this time was unique because, since i dont have the electronic keypad, only the physical key, i had no idea how to turn off the alarm.
im going to quickly bullet through the next 3 minutes...
- in a panic i sat in my car unlocking and locking the doors... didnt work. - briefly forgetting the pump was still in my car's gas tank, i started the car... didnt work. - quickly turned off the car for fear of explosion... the alarm continues. - i remove the pump from my car and get back into my car... i forgot to get my receipt. - i turn on the car and move forward to allow the person behind me to use the pump... i do find it interesting that the alarm is not as loud when you are inside the car. - i move the car to a parking spot with the alarm blaring... it has now been two full minutes and it is clear that a game of chicken between me and my car's alarm is not going to end in my favor. - i begin to google the number for my honda dealership... my thought is to go to the source for this kind of honda emergency. - a cop taps on my window signally to get out of the car... "i swear this is my car... i just dont know how to turn off the alarm..." - "can you press the alarm button on your keypad?" "no i dont have the keypad!" in my defense, to replace them (mine broke 9 months ago), its over $100. oh and the alarm continued... - "use your key to lock and unlock the door" the alarm finally stopped. - "thank you so much officer!" "uh huh..."
in a funny twist, i accidently set my alarm off in front of a Starbucks in Dupont about ten minutes later...
hey kids, here is the deal... my boyo dropkick jones, who also ran a sick 3:16 marathon this past weekend and then showed up at the bar about 8 hours later, got a me a ticket to the the yellowcard, all time low, hey monday show tonight at the 9:30 club..
if it is possible to be more excited for a concert, i'd prolly be a 13 year old girl on my way to a justin bieber show... seriously, this is going to be a sick show and more boyos are talking about joining in... could be epic.
did anyone else enjoy the lyric video for cee-lo green - "fuck you" more than the song's real music video that followed!? did you even see the real music video!? well, i think a lyric video IS a real music video and artists should roll with it. this christina perri song is a good example. people love lyrics. for some, lyrics are even more important than the person's voice or the music.. the lyrics are what we attach to and quote in love sonnets and tweets and in facebook profiles and sometimes, just sometimes, get in tattooed that we wear forever...
so, to all the fantastic musicians who are famous and dont know who i am, take my advice, and if your song has good lyrics, and someone will pay to make you a lyric video, roll with it and dont bother with something lame and cliche... because its probably going to be lame (wait for it...) and cliche.
i dont usually do this but this video is a "fan" request made by a very old friend (they are not old, per-say, but in that i have known them for a long long time). so here it is, a blast from the past... times 2!
in complete antithesis of this song, i am NOT doing it. "it" obviously refers to doing well at march madness. im 0-4 as of 4:30pm today and i have lost 2 sweet sixteen teams.
thank god its st. patrick's day.. so when i put up a big goose egg after the first day of games, its socially acceptable for me to completely drown my sorrows.
Try telling the boy who’s just had his girlfriend’s name cut into his arm that there’s slippage between the signifier and the signified. Or better yet explain to the girl who watched in the mirror as the tattoo artist stitched the word for her father’s name (on earth as in heaven) across her back that words aren’t made of flesh and blood, that they don’t bite the skin. Language is the animal we’ve trained to pick up the scent of meaning. It’s why when the boy hears his father yelling at the door he sends the dog that he’s kept hungry, that he’s kicked, then loved, to attack the man, to show him that every word has a consequence, that language, when used right, hurts.
two of my most favorite people in the whole wide world are potentially moving back to the nation's capitol... im so PUMPED. it has been too long since we have called the same place home. prepare to save a shelf in your fridge for me! oh and stock up on your bourbon!
and nothing beats an acoustic performance. check out the lead singer for go radio rock out this little love ballad original... also, if his voice sounds familiar, it might be because he is the old second singer from mayday parade before they kicked him out...
i am using my blog to write a letter to a special someone who decided to pull up a chair next to me at a Starbucks in Adams Morgan.
Dear father of two,
First off, I hope you had a wonderful weekend. Did you see the Oscar's? Wow, Franco was bad, right!? I know...
Anyways, for the future, please do not bring your two young boys to a Starbucks, let them split a coffee and then have them sit at a group table where it is blatantly obvious that every other person, pushing 6 people in total, are here working. I know you have a caffeine addiction (probably because you get no sleep from your kids abusing caffeine-laden liquids...) and love to read the paper somewhere other than your kitchen table. However, getting your kids hopped up on coffee (they split a large, just to jog your memory) and letting them wrestle on the floor over the empty coffee cup seems unnecessary. I also want to point out that simply throwing out the coffee cup does not solve the problem. In fact, as I write this, one of your young children is standing over my shoulder presumably reading this as I type it. That's fine because I'm saving the real colorful language for later...
Anyways, I'm not mad at your two boys. Heck, I want 35 just like them. However, you and your desire to create a tornado of noise and commotion and lack of parental supervision in a Starbucks during business hours is deplorable.
In short, don't give your kids coffee, don't bring them to a Starbucks with nothing to do but fight over trash while you read the paper and most importantly, if you fail to follow the first two instructions, please, at a minimum, acknowledge the fact that your are an asshole and apologize to those around you.
Warm Regards,
"My name doesn't matter because the only thing I'm giving you is the bird."
a long time ago (close to 5 years), i was in a car driving from dc to a house in reston and i bonded with someone while listening to this song. i dont remember what we did for the rest of that night but i remember listening to this song. funny the little things you remember
in other news, james franco is not great. he was boring. and depending on who you ask, high as a kite as well.
also, 70 degrees out!? finally having a job that makes me drive all over the city and walk miles upon miles a day is paying off!!
ok, so this song is a slight departure from my typical musical genres.. and while i dont condone country music most of the time... it does have its place, sometimes.
by the way, a question for the ladies:
a bandana... on a guy's head... aka the mandana - is that hot? do women like a guy in a mandana? personally, i think he's just hiding an egregious bald spot...
my life has been CRAZY! maybe you noticed that i forgot to post a video last night... maybe you noticed that the videos i did post over the last week did not include any random pondered thoughts... maybe you know me and have seen my hair slowly rising and looking crazed as if my hands were firmly planted on some electrical energy source filling me static...
all of those are symptoms of something(s) larger.
all of those are symptoms of something(s) exciting.
and while, i can make no mention of anything specific, i am excited for the next few months. should be a wild ride.
parachute is playing a show in baltimore and i cant go.
dammit.
not my normal type of music but im not going to lie, parachute can rock it out. i have seen them four times and each time, they just get better. one time, me and a group of friends hopped on a plane and crashed in LA for a weekend to see parachute play a show at the house of blues in anaheim.
it was an awesome show. tonight will be an awesome show.
mid-day addition: so i was at a starbucks this morning around 1030am in capitol hill. while sitting at the window bar looking out across 8th street, a nice couple sat down next to me.
and apparently, it was a first date. some highlights.
guy: you like to be called baby girl? girl: sometimes. guy: do you like baby girls? girl: no. guy: can i call you baby girl? girl: my dad calls me baby girl. guy: you like that? girl: no. guy: so why does he call you that? girl: cause im a girl. and the baby.
guy: you want some food? girl: nah, i dont like breakfast food. guy: oh shit. really? girl: yeah. guy: maybe i shouldn't have picked you up til 3pm. girl: maybe guy: but you know you just couldnt wait to see me...
guy: you on facebook? girl: yeah. guy: you got pictures on there? girl: some pictures. guy: i bet you are a freak in some of them. girl: nah, those are on my myspace page. guy: ohhhhh damn!
this was all in the 5 minutes i sat next to them. i decided to leave them to have some alone time... god only knows what this mid-morning conversation will lead to...
below, find a brief version of the holiday's history below: Saint Valentine's Day, commonly shortened to Valentine's Day, is an annual commemoration held on February 14 celebrating love and affection between intimate companions. The day is named after one or more early Christian martyrs, Saint Valentine, and was established by Pope Gelasius I in 496 AD. It was deleted from the Roman calendar of saints in 1969 by Pope Paul VI, but its religious observance is still permitted. It is traditionally a day on which lovers express their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery, and sending greeting cards (known as "valentines"). The day first became associated with romantic love in the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the High Middle Ages, when the tradition of courtly love flourished.
and here is my special valentine for you!! (thanks alexis)
a friend of mine needed a ride from their apartment to their office.
(the following is the result...)
i showed up to their place and helped them carry some things from their building. as we turn the corner, a wonderful meter maid sporting a pick up truck and flashing yellow lights is eye-ticketing my car hard. knowning that i had left my car in a metered spot and decided to live life on the edge, i knew that i had seconds before the unthinkable.
i ran.
he hopped out of his truck and saw me running.
he gave it a slight jog.
what an ass.
we arrive at my car at the same time. i tell him that i am right here and there is no reason to write me a ticket. he agrees... but only if i put some change in the meter. WHAT!? dude. for a nickel, you will let me off the hook. otherwise, its a $40 ticket. i tried to be reasonable with the man. he kept pushing it.
"put a coin in the meter or im giving you a ticket!"
"i could just leave and its all the same." (i have NO coins... who carries change anymore. get the credit card readers arlington... even the crappiest parts of dc have them... richest area in the state and we are expected to carry quarters and nickels?! insane.)
"the meter is blinking red. unless, its not blinking red, i have to give you a ticket."
"so you want me to throw a quarter in the meter and then drive off??"
"im going to start writing the ticket."
at this moment, my friend offers to run to her place and grab a quarter. yes. 1/4 mile back to her place, up 3 flights and back, for a damn quarter.
she takes off for the quarter!
i return glance at the meter maid...
"are you seriously going to make her run all the way to her apartment to grab a quarter?! seriously guy?"
"uh.."
he looks at her running into her building... and all of sudden, his heart had a grinch-like size jump... well either that or he thought she was going to tear him a new one for being ridiculous... she could have too.
"you know what, im going to go. i believe you that you will put a coin in the meter. thank you and have a good day."
and just like that, the little dude with his chuck-e-cheese badge jumps in his truck and takes off.
i try and call my friend but its too late, she has gone all the way to her place and back with change.
moral of the story: guys dont like to beat up by women and if you have power, even if it is as slight as patrolling all the parking meters in a 5 block radius, dont let it go to your head. karma homie... big fat karma...
so... ashlee simpson and pete wentz are getting a divorce. they lasted just a shade longer than ashlee's music career... to be fair, i was going to say pete's dignity but when you start your career by flashing some tweeners your junk on myspace, it doesnt give me a lot to work with.
not going to lie, im kind of excited about this. fall out boy started to suck when pete fell in love with ashlee. the music got too complex and silly for a pop punk band and the lyrics really fell off. no more great emo one liners... no more graphic imagery... just redundant metaphors about how hard it is being famous. maybe fob will re-unite and make awesome pre-2007 music again!!
and apparently with no pre-nup, and ashlee filing for both child and spousal support, i think pete just got a bit more incentive for a reunion... emo fodder in the making
A woman and a man are involved in a car accident; it's a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished but amazingly neither of them are hurt.
After they crawl out of their cars, the woman says, "So you're a man, that's interesting. I'm a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left, but fortunately we are unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and be friends and live together in peace for the rest of our days."
Flattered, the man replied, "Oh yes, I agree with you completely!"
"This must be a sign from God!" The woman continued, "And look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune."
Then she hands the bottle to the man, The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman.
The woman takes the bottle, immediately puts the cap back on, and hands it back to the man.
The man asks, "Aren't you having any?"
The woman replies, "No. I think I'll just wait for the police..."
There were these four college kids, and on the night before their final exam, they partied.
The next morning when they woke up, they realized that they had missed the test, so they all gathered together and thought of a plan. They decided to go to the professor and tell him that they had a flat tire.
The professor hears the story, smiles, and says "Ok, just come in tomorrow to take the test."
They ran home excited because they had tricked the professor.
The next day, they went to the professor and he handed each of them a test and put them in four separate rooms. It was a two question test, get one wrong, and you fail.
They each saw the first question and smiled because it was such an easy question. They each turned the page, excited that everything was going very well for them.
i found myself in a starbucks tonight in adams morgan, finished with work that needed my immediate attention but still an hour left on the parking meter. i decided to just sit tight at the starbucks, slightly adjust my chair so i had a front row seat to the outside world and enjoy the show.
i sometimes get so wrapped up with every check box, every to-do on my list that i forget to stop and look around. i sat in that seat, staring out onto 18th and columbia and just watched life unfold in front of me while i nursed a cafe americano.
for an hour, i watched people scurry about. some coming from or going to their yoga class, with their mats harnessed to them like a satchel. others seemed to be coming home from work. some were families getting a late dinner. and there were some who aimlessly walked about the intersection without purpose. nothing particularly earth shattering to report, just a solid hour where my brain took a breather.
unfortunately, this was only temporary, catching my watch for a second realizing that my car was over the time limit. i hustled from my cozy spot and ran out into the cold and took the long drive home.
slightly relevant sidenote: im allergic to cats... but only sometimes. weird right?! who knew you could have selective cat allergies.
mid-day addition: this song has no video but i've been listening to it non-stop.
all american rejects - "mona lisa(when the world comes down)" in leiu of a video, here are the lyrics...
Here's another pity There's another chance You tried to learn a lesson But you can't
If we could burn a city In futures and in past Without a change our lives will never last We're going fast
You can sit beside me when the world comes down If it doesn't matter then just turn around We don't need our bags And we can just leave town You can sit beside me when the world comes down
What can we do better? When will we know how? A man says from the sidewalk to the crowd
If we can change the weather If you wanted to yourself Well if you can't I guess we all need help I need help
You can sit beside me when the world comes down If it doesn't matter then just turn around We don't need our bags And we can just leave town You can sit beside me when the world comes down
We say, We do, The lies, the truth And all I need is next to me
We're going fast
You can sit beside me when the world comes down If it doesn't matter then just turn around You be the queen, and I'll be your clown You can sit beside me when the world comes down
with january coming to a close, im not sure what to think of 2011 so far. there have been some extreme highs coupled with some solid lows. the occasional situation that reeks of awkwardness and others that were a complete surprise. and of course, some situations that fit both categories quite nicely.
needless to say, february has a big task laid out before it and fewer days to get said task done. that task obviously being "be a better month than january and knock 2011 up a notch!" as i review the current calendar of my life, i see definite opportunities for february to come out of nowhere and rise to the challenge. you know, really take it to january and give march a nice high bar to aim for.
so without further ado*, 3-2-1 and go! rock it out, february!
*so i wasnt exactly sure how to spell "ado" in the popular phrase "without further ado" so i looked it up. below, please find the definition of "ado" along with its origin. first official thing you learned in february... and you're welcome.
ado [əˈduː] n bustling activity; fuss; bother; delay (esp in the phrases without more ado, with much ado) [from the phrase at do a to-do, from Old Norse at to (marking the infinitive) + do1]
here are a couple things i learned this weekend: 1. there are, in fact, people who have not seen the WTD rap video! i was shocked. 2. there is a wedding planner in capitol hill that loves to buy me lemon drop shots! he was nice. 3. bars in capitol hill dont like it when people do the cupid shuffle... 4. those same bars also dont like it when you knock over a table with glasses and pitchers on it (please refer to point 3) 5. if you get stuck in the snow, your floor mats placed under the tires can free you! 6. a car blasting music on an ice rink while people dance around it is awesome 7. there is nothing wrong with driving 45 minutes north just to play uno AND apples to apples! 8. four loko plus long island iced tea makes you bad at cooking late night pasta 9. you can pull a muscle playing buck hunter 10. if you feel bad about yourself, watch episodes of tosh.0 until you feel better. it wont take long...
mid-day addition: there is some kind of weird satisfaction i get from being able to maneuver my honda accord coupe better than these huge four wheel drive vehicles around me. dc is notorious for having people who can not deal with any form of liquid on the roads. the problem is compounded when that liquid is in some kind of solid state. to make matters worse, there is the sense that if i "throw money at the problem" and buy a gigantic gas guzzling 4x4, i will all of a sudden be the greatest driver in the world. dc proves that is not the case over and over. not only that, but you just made yourself THAT much more dangerous by adding a ton or two of metal careening towards stationary objects along the road.
at the end of the day, it doesnt matter what kind of car you are driving, if you are a bad driver/cant drive in the snow, please dont endanger my life or the lives of those around you by taking on a few inches of snow. its not worth it.
thanks!!!
ps bicycles and snow do not mix. to the man that tried to ascend the hills on 20th street nw (not that big of a hill... but he succeeded at blocking a lane of traffic for 2 blocks, taking him almost 10 minutes to get through), please walk, bus, or get a better bike.
i think mark brunell and mark sanchez are trying teach us something very important.
you can pick your friends. you can pick your nose. but you cant pick your friends nose.
close second is wiping what you did pick, on them
thank you mark and mark for taking time out of the biggest game of the year to provide a moment of education... and sorry again that you weren't able to pull it out last weekend...
no no mark snotchez, we all KNOW you pulled something out of your nose... i meant winning the game.
i wonder what happens when mark brunell isnt around...
btw, the dirty martini is phenomenal. its this new spot next to midtown, across from public bar in dupont. i didnt order one specific drink. instead the bartender just made things... pretty good too. you do end up paying for the ingenuity but well worth it.
one quick note on the end of the steelers game. did anyone else notice that after the steelers basically secured the win and just had to take a few knees to run out the clock, on first down, mendenhall jumped on big ben after he took a knee and ever so subtly began "gyrating" on him? it lasted maybe 5 or 6 seconds and it was hilarious.
anyways, other than wanting to see how mendenhall will celebrate with/on big ben if they win the superbowl, im probably going to skip the super bowl all together and just see chromeo in concert instead...
days like today that are freezing cold and the wind is almost tearing your skin away, just makes me think of being out at my buddy's place in front royal. big meal followed by a sizeable bonfire, live music and sometimes, if we're lucky, some atv time around his 200 acres.
a few years back, we had a man retreat where about 10 to 15 of us boyos in total went out to this place and just chilled. bonfire, bourbon and sing-a-longs...
counting down the days til we can get that bonfire going again have a few more epic nights.
mid-day update: thursday night dance parties are the best! make fridays a little tough but when the b-funk starts laying down some phat beats and gets the fog machine and lights going, you only have ONE option. the strobe lights were a little much but the game where you pretend that you are in a flip book, never gets old.
my new favorite hot non-alcoholic drink: the virgin hot toddy
ingredients include hot water, iced tea, orange juice, lemon juice, and honey. INCREDIBLE.
hey starbucks... you missed the boat on this one brotha...
mid-day addition: one of my best friends since middle school band and his wife, a good friend of mine from college(i introduced them!!), just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl! so happy for you both! i expect the uncle designation to start immediately and if you want to throw the word "great" in there too, i wont complain. obviously less of an age thing and more of an overall observation thing...
today, a good friend of mine begins a journey out west for a few weeks. and when i think of journeys, i think of frodo and lord of the rings. and when i think of that whiny hobbit, i immediately think of the actor elijah wood.
so to my buddy, godspeed brother and come back safe.
to j.r.r. tolkien, never read the books but if they are anything like the movies, the first book was probably boring and terrible but the last two books were probably great!
and of course, to elijah wood, you are a poor man's harry potter and unfortunately for you, there were more books in the hp series and his character actually gets some(well eventually). honestly, if i were you, i'd start hunting down the producer for ender's game. there's less whining, definitely less walking around and i think he was a bit of a ladies man(if i remember that book from 9th grade correctly). definitely a step in the right direction for you big guy!
I'm back!
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I've decided to revive my little piece of cyberspace. I'm not sure how
long it's going to last or what will come of it but here it goes!
I've been thinkin...