Prediction. Pre-cognition. Premonitions.
Foretelling coming events through recognition of patterns. Anyone can do it.
Not a superpower.
Dude.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
You can't talk to me like that! I was in the NFL.
This morning I had this dream...
I was standing outside my apartment, which looked nothing like my actual apartment. It was more decayed and neglected. I was standing barefoot on wet ground after it had rained. I was wrapped in a blanket that I used to sleep in growing up. There was this little kitten on the ground all sopping wet and pathetic. It was batting away at this pile of leaves trying to get bugs to come out so it can eat them. I don't know why but I kept looking at the thing. I really don't like cats but still I was curious about what it was going to do about getting something to eat. I kept looking at me like I should help it. but I was just disgusted by the damn thing. I was really mean to this thing and just stood there watching. After a while it got up on it's hind legs like a little person and picked up a stick. It's started to beat away at the pile of leaves and look around to see if it could get something out. Nothing came out and then it went back on it's paws. It came closer to me and I batted it away from my now wet blanket. It looked up at me and started to howl like a puppy. I must have been thinking "I'd sure like this thing if it was a puppy", because, it started to morph into little black puppy. It was dry.
BRB need to dry laundry.
Alright, I'm back.
Today seemed really long. I had to work, then run errands. Bout it.
I'm traveling tomorrow back to Denver. I'm pretty excited still. I haven't been home for christmas in like two years. Kinda sucks. So that'll be fun.
Saw Juno tonight with Ian. I hated it at first. Starts with cheesy voice over of some quirky little line that's supposed to intrigue me. It's full of hipster references and smarmy, masturbatory bullshit. But, once you get through all that, which is hard, you'll realize that it's a damn fine movie. I wanted to walk out and say "good grief". Then you find that all the references and quirk all make sense with these characters and that if you really look at it, our lives are derived from movies and pop culture, so the characters ring true, as far as people i've known and also how i've conversed. I found myself so annoyed with the main character, but as much as you hate her through most of the movie you realize she's just dealing with things the way she knows how. God, the more I think about it I really like it. The movie showed me something about myself that I think I wasn't ready to see. Or had no idea. Behind all of our bullshit posturing and consciously created, insecure "lifestyles", there are people. Real people. You have to sift through the bullshit in order to find the reality. It's something very far beyond words.
I didn't like the music, or the use of. Felt a lot like Garden State. But, I got over that. There are some great fucking scenes in this thing. See it if you can.
Here's the gift I was working on the other night. I gave it to Ian tonight. I was so freaking happy to finally be able to give something back. He's a good friend.
I printed it out on this glossy card stock. I wish I could make a career out of making fake movie posters. It's so much easier that renting equipment and making a real cheesy movie to make a real cheesy poster.
Ian loves a good down and dirty action flick (who doesn't). So I thought i'd put him in one with his hero. The credits are somewhat of an inside joke.
Matty's here playing guitar.
(three hours later)
Whew.......
Matty is a powerhouse of conversation. Probably on my top five list of people who I love to converse with. Which also mean. Time has gotten away from me and i'm cutting this one short.
Talk to you tomorrow.
I was standing outside my apartment, which looked nothing like my actual apartment. It was more decayed and neglected. I was standing barefoot on wet ground after it had rained. I was wrapped in a blanket that I used to sleep in growing up. There was this little kitten on the ground all sopping wet and pathetic. It was batting away at this pile of leaves trying to get bugs to come out so it can eat them. I don't know why but I kept looking at the thing. I really don't like cats but still I was curious about what it was going to do about getting something to eat. I kept looking at me like I should help it. but I was just disgusted by the damn thing. I was really mean to this thing and just stood there watching. After a while it got up on it's hind legs like a little person and picked up a stick. It's started to beat away at the pile of leaves and look around to see if it could get something out. Nothing came out and then it went back on it's paws. It came closer to me and I batted it away from my now wet blanket. It looked up at me and started to howl like a puppy. I must have been thinking "I'd sure like this thing if it was a puppy", because, it started to morph into little black puppy. It was dry.
BRB need to dry laundry.
Alright, I'm back.
Today seemed really long. I had to work, then run errands. Bout it.
I'm traveling tomorrow back to Denver. I'm pretty excited still. I haven't been home for christmas in like two years. Kinda sucks. So that'll be fun.
Saw Juno tonight with Ian. I hated it at first. Starts with cheesy voice over of some quirky little line that's supposed to intrigue me. It's full of hipster references and smarmy, masturbatory bullshit. But, once you get through all that, which is hard, you'll realize that it's a damn fine movie. I wanted to walk out and say "good grief". Then you find that all the references and quirk all make sense with these characters and that if you really look at it, our lives are derived from movies and pop culture, so the characters ring true, as far as people i've known and also how i've conversed. I found myself so annoyed with the main character, but as much as you hate her through most of the movie you realize she's just dealing with things the way she knows how. God, the more I think about it I really like it. The movie showed me something about myself that I think I wasn't ready to see. Or had no idea. Behind all of our bullshit posturing and consciously created, insecure "lifestyles", there are people. Real people. You have to sift through the bullshit in order to find the reality. It's something very far beyond words.
I didn't like the music, or the use of. Felt a lot like Garden State. But, I got over that. There are some great fucking scenes in this thing. See it if you can.
Here's the gift I was working on the other night. I gave it to Ian tonight. I was so freaking happy to finally be able to give something back. He's a good friend.
I printed it out on this glossy card stock. I wish I could make a career out of making fake movie posters. It's so much easier that renting equipment and making a real cheesy movie to make a real cheesy poster.
Ian loves a good down and dirty action flick (who doesn't). So I thought i'd put him in one with his hero. The credits are somewhat of an inside joke.
Matty's here playing guitar.
(three hours later)
Whew.......
Matty is a powerhouse of conversation. Probably on my top five list of people who I love to converse with. Which also mean. Time has gotten away from me and i'm cutting this one short.
Talk to you tomorrow.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Sometimes my arms bend backward.
Gonna work on a Christmas gift and watch Twin Peaks tonight sorry folks.
Here's for your troubles:
Here's for your troubles:
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Gimmie a break! I got kids to support!
Holy shit! It's Johann
That and a bunch of other stills from Hellboy II here:
Here's something hilarious:
Here's a great movie trailer:
Now I feel like doing something else besides blogging for a while. Sorry for the lame post, they can't all be solid gold.
Peace Dawg/s!
P.S.
Words of wisdom from Ian about the state of the nation: "Shit's Fucked."
That and a bunch of other stills from Hellboy II here:
http://movies.ign.com/articles/842/842108p1.html
If your not familiar with the comics, Johann is a psychic who was displaced from his body during a seance. Then his body was burned and he has to live as a sentient cloud within a protective suit. God I can't wait for this movie. I hope there are no wasted moments.
Today I had to do a run while on my internship. I had to take these gift bags to different ad agency places as a token of appreciation from Foundation (place I intern at). It sucked at first cause i'm lazy and i didn't want to do the run but when I got out I remembered why I just fucking love this city so much. For a moment I felt like the main character form a video game or something. Standing in the middle of this vast unexplored metropolis. Sometimes parts of the city can look like an elaborately built movie set and I'm the main character. Then, inside one of these buildings I had to check in with security and get specific directions about how to deliver things their way and that way only.So, when inside I started thinking up these wild scenarios about why I was there and who I was working for. Sometimes you get odd looks from people that you just can't explain. And since I was dealing with security they always look at you like you're up to no good. So I imagined a scenario where i had to find my way into the building and was there to do some shady drop off to some criminal types all while under the noses of these Michigan ave. fat cats. It's a weird urge I get sometimes, to pretend and act out this whole new persona. I feel like i'm in such a neutral acquired environment that opens up the opportunity to become something new and live it for just moments at a time. It's a lot of fun. Much like acting but i'm also the only audience member.
I am just out of things to say for tonight. I need some filler.
Here's something I thought was interesting:
If your not familiar with the comics, Johann is a psychic who was displaced from his body during a seance. Then his body was burned and he has to live as a sentient cloud within a protective suit. God I can't wait for this movie. I hope there are no wasted moments.
Today I had to do a run while on my internship. I had to take these gift bags to different ad agency places as a token of appreciation from Foundation (place I intern at). It sucked at first cause i'm lazy and i didn't want to do the run but when I got out I remembered why I just fucking love this city so much. For a moment I felt like the main character form a video game or something. Standing in the middle of this vast unexplored metropolis. Sometimes parts of the city can look like an elaborately built movie set and I'm the main character. Then, inside one of these buildings I had to check in with security and get specific directions about how to deliver things their way and that way only.So, when inside I started thinking up these wild scenarios about why I was there and who I was working for. Sometimes you get odd looks from people that you just can't explain. And since I was dealing with security they always look at you like you're up to no good. So I imagined a scenario where i had to find my way into the building and was there to do some shady drop off to some criminal types all while under the noses of these Michigan ave. fat cats. It's a weird urge I get sometimes, to pretend and act out this whole new persona. I feel like i'm in such a neutral acquired environment that opens up the opportunity to become something new and live it for just moments at a time. It's a lot of fun. Much like acting but i'm also the only audience member.
I am just out of things to say for tonight. I need some filler.
Here's something I thought was interesting:
Here's something hilarious:
Here's a great movie trailer:
Now I feel like doing something else besides blogging for a while. Sorry for the lame post, they can't all be solid gold.
Peace Dawg/s!
P.S.
Words of wisdom from Ian about the state of the nation: "Shit's Fucked."
One More Hour
Rumored to be new Bond girl.
Whoever she is..... she just stole my heart. Right next to Monica Bellucci and Mia Maestro on the list.
Jesus Christ. Someone get me a sedative.
Also, Daniel Craig let slip the possible title for Bond 22. And in an industry of one word unimaginative titles it seems very fitting.
007. That's it. It's an obvious choice these days, but seems to break a long tradition of ridiculously dramatic titles. Which, is kind of sad. Those titles are part of what those movies are about. It is understandable though, with the new take on the franchise. The age of staunch cinematic realism demands your spy/comicbook/action film lives up to the standards of this "dark", "gritty", "R-rated" world we live in. How else would we relate? Anyhow, the rumored title is still ridiculous and dramatic but, in my opinion, for all the wrong reasons. Again though it's just a rumor and I dug Casino Royale. And.... that girl is fuckin' hot.
hm....
It seems every time i try to get to bed earlier I stay up later. What the fuck is it that I have to do?
Maybe I should have some kids...that'd tire me out.
God this thing turned into a Batman Blog in no time at all. Just show's who how much I love Batman. Well.. .except for those first movies. Didn't like those very much. Not too big on Tim Burton either. Like, at all.
But that's an argument for the Stephen of two years ago. I'm much more positive these days. I didn't fuck those movies up, so what should I care. And also that's his voice. I don't get it, but a whole lot of motherfuckers do. Batman is sacred though. That pisses me off. So... I may have to continue being a five year old.
Right now, while blogging, I'm watching this "Kill The House Lights" DVD from The band Thursday.
It's a really good little documentary. Really makes me remember how much I loved this band in high school. I haven't really been into them in a long time. But, now watching this movie shows me how much they went through to make all their albums. It's so interesting and just makes me want to start a fucking band. If there's one thing I think about (besides women) it's music and being in a band. I played drums in a band in high school. We were called "One More Hour". At the time I thought that was such an awesome name. It was always one more hour til' this or one more hour left for that, etc. So I was super stoked. But, we were so lazy and didn't practice enough, then the bass player just wanted to sing and so we needed to get a new one. We broght this girl on who had no idea how to play, but we were desperate, and she was cool. Ultimately it just fizzled out and I think the singer fucked her. But there were a few practices where the band thing was an actual possibility. we were even set to play for the school at one point but, the teacher who sent that up had some kind of relationship with a student and got fired.
After that I got caught up with a girl who completely flip-flopped my world, then had to pull away, or was put off by what I was at the time. After that, I had no idea of self, or what I wanted to do with the coming days. So like any depressed teen I listened to as much music as I could find that was different in every way to what I had been before. As far as I reached and experimented with different sounds, I could not find anything foreign to my sensibilities. I related to a lot of what i picked up at random and put myself into that sound. I started playing guitar more and more, coming up with cheesy riffs and just living through what I felt was a shitty life at the time. But like all those cheesy movies, music gave me direction.
I never did form a new band in high school and in early college there was a lot of talk but no doin'. Then in my junior year I joined a band with my friends called "We Are The Side Project". I played bass for that. Again, for whatever reason we couldn't find a way to keep up with it and it burnt out quick. Around this time a good friend of mine died and I really didn't consider music a priority at all, although it still helped me a lot emotionally.
From then on, I just made my own tunes. I started doing the Prog Metal stuff almost immediately and before I knew it had something like eight full songs of music I would never have thought I could make. I was super siked again and tried to form a band of my own called "Saddle the Kodiak". It was everyone's senior year, and everyone was so busy. So that got put on hold indefinitely.
It's like everytime I try to start a band it just doesn't work out. I kept think that it was just something that isn't meant to be and that I'd have to go it alone. So I did. Now I've got a ton of original music that I've poured my heart into and couldn't be more proud of the results. But, now that ugly beast is reaing it's head again and all I can think about it starting a band.
There are some prospects, but because of failed bands before i'm kind of scared. Frankie and I have been talking about it for a while, but with no equipment to our names it's that much more difficult. Now, he's engaged. That's a bit of a worry. Just because you hear all those jokes about your friends changing when they get married and what not. It's a sign to me that I'm not young anymore and if there's anytime to do this it's now.
I'm very hesitant to show the songs from myspace, cause they are such shitty quality. But, I feel like I talk so much shit about being a musician that now is the time to back up some of my comments.
So...
Here:http://www.myspace.com/tendrillarmusic
....you'll find one of my newest (rough) called "Awe of the Burning Sky" from and EP i'm putting together.
Let me know what you think. Especially compared to some of the older stuff already posted.
Once I get some server space, i'll start posting that shit here. As well as possible album covers and what not.
Thanks in advance for listening. Songs with lyrics and vocals coming soon.
Discarded "Saddle" logo.
Whoever she is..... she just stole my heart. Right next to Monica Bellucci and Mia Maestro on the list.
Jesus Christ. Someone get me a sedative.
Also, Daniel Craig let slip the possible title for Bond 22. And in an industry of one word unimaginative titles it seems very fitting.
007. That's it. It's an obvious choice these days, but seems to break a long tradition of ridiculously dramatic titles. Which, is kind of sad. Those titles are part of what those movies are about. It is understandable though, with the new take on the franchise. The age of staunch cinematic realism demands your spy/comicbook/action film lives up to the standards of this "dark", "gritty", "R-rated" world we live in. How else would we relate? Anyhow, the rumored title is still ridiculous and dramatic but, in my opinion, for all the wrong reasons. Again though it's just a rumor and I dug Casino Royale. And.... that girl is fuckin' hot.
hm....
It seems every time i try to get to bed earlier I stay up later. What the fuck is it that I have to do?
Maybe I should have some kids...that'd tire me out.
God this thing turned into a Batman Blog in no time at all. Just show's who how much I love Batman. Well.. .except for those first movies. Didn't like those very much. Not too big on Tim Burton either. Like, at all.
But that's an argument for the Stephen of two years ago. I'm much more positive these days. I didn't fuck those movies up, so what should I care. And also that's his voice. I don't get it, but a whole lot of motherfuckers do. Batman is sacred though. That pisses me off. So... I may have to continue being a five year old.
Right now, while blogging, I'm watching this "Kill The House Lights" DVD from The band Thursday.
It's a really good little documentary. Really makes me remember how much I loved this band in high school. I haven't really been into them in a long time. But, now watching this movie shows me how much they went through to make all their albums. It's so interesting and just makes me want to start a fucking band. If there's one thing I think about (besides women) it's music and being in a band. I played drums in a band in high school. We were called "One More Hour". At the time I thought that was such an awesome name. It was always one more hour til' this or one more hour left for that, etc. So I was super stoked. But, we were so lazy and didn't practice enough, then the bass player just wanted to sing and so we needed to get a new one. We broght this girl on who had no idea how to play, but we were desperate, and she was cool. Ultimately it just fizzled out and I think the singer fucked her. But there were a few practices where the band thing was an actual possibility. we were even set to play for the school at one point but, the teacher who sent that up had some kind of relationship with a student and got fired.
After that I got caught up with a girl who completely flip-flopped my world, then had to pull away, or was put off by what I was at the time. After that, I had no idea of self, or what I wanted to do with the coming days. So like any depressed teen I listened to as much music as I could find that was different in every way to what I had been before. As far as I reached and experimented with different sounds, I could not find anything foreign to my sensibilities. I related to a lot of what i picked up at random and put myself into that sound. I started playing guitar more and more, coming up with cheesy riffs and just living through what I felt was a shitty life at the time. But like all those cheesy movies, music gave me direction.
I never did form a new band in high school and in early college there was a lot of talk but no doin'. Then in my junior year I joined a band with my friends called "We Are The Side Project". I played bass for that. Again, for whatever reason we couldn't find a way to keep up with it and it burnt out quick. Around this time a good friend of mine died and I really didn't consider music a priority at all, although it still helped me a lot emotionally.
From then on, I just made my own tunes. I started doing the Prog Metal stuff almost immediately and before I knew it had something like eight full songs of music I would never have thought I could make. I was super siked again and tried to form a band of my own called "Saddle the Kodiak". It was everyone's senior year, and everyone was so busy. So that got put on hold indefinitely.
It's like everytime I try to start a band it just doesn't work out. I kept think that it was just something that isn't meant to be and that I'd have to go it alone. So I did. Now I've got a ton of original music that I've poured my heart into and couldn't be more proud of the results. But, now that ugly beast is reaing it's head again and all I can think about it starting a band.
There are some prospects, but because of failed bands before i'm kind of scared. Frankie and I have been talking about it for a while, but with no equipment to our names it's that much more difficult. Now, he's engaged. That's a bit of a worry. Just because you hear all those jokes about your friends changing when they get married and what not. It's a sign to me that I'm not young anymore and if there's anytime to do this it's now.
I'm very hesitant to show the songs from myspace, cause they are such shitty quality. But, I feel like I talk so much shit about being a musician that now is the time to back up some of my comments.
So...
Here:http://www.myspace.com/tendrillarmusic
....you'll find one of my newest (rough) called "Awe of the Burning Sky" from and EP i'm putting together.
Let me know what you think. Especially compared to some of the older stuff already posted.
Once I get some server space, i'll start posting that shit here. As well as possible album covers and what not.
Thanks in advance for listening. Songs with lyrics and vocals coming soon.
Discarded "Saddle" logo.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
To them you're just a freak. Like me!
Well, I did it. I got to see I Am Legend. I don't want to get really critical about it. But here are some thoughts:
So personally, I really did not like the movie, which I did expect. Ian loved it, and that got me excited to see it, though I was still disappointed. I mention that I had read the book, but long before deciding to watch the film version I decided not to do a whole comparison of book to movie. They are two different beasts and I get that. I kept wanting to like it. But mostly felt bored and like I was being treated like a child by the storytelling techniques employed. I'll just say the one thing I wanted to see was that the core concept of I Am Legend be preserved no matter what other crazy stuff they decided to put in. Ultimately the filmmakers decided to just take the title of a great book and make a mediocre "B-movie" out of it. Much the same with the other Will Smith starring adaptation, "I, Robot". Both extremely cool titles, but utterly wasted on these movies. It's a sad thing I was really just hoping to see little references to small details in the book but it had nothing even remotely recognizable. I just wonder why they couldn't use this idea of, the last man on earth and weave a more suitable, audience acceptable motion picture out of the thing. Borrow ideas from I Am Legend, make some of your own, have fun with it. I think they were more concerned with keeping with the tone of the original story and forgot to take some of the elements that truly made it worth knowing about. You could have done so much with it. Made it more expansive. Epic. Rather than attempt a very shortsighted view of a classic vampire tale.
So as an adaptation it's horrible. Which is okay. But, as a movie, it was really hard to watch. I really like Will smith, but I do think he over does it sometimes. In this he didn't go overboard though. It's funny, the whole time i saw him interact with any thing I imagined him saying, "Now that's what I call a close encounter" or "Welcome to earf!" Haha, anyhow. So I'd say see it if your curious. I'm glad I did. But, if not than don't worry about it. Or rent the DVD. But, if you really want to know the truly brilliant idea behind I Am Legend and really know what I'm talking about, then you should have a go at the book. It's short, you can read it in like two days. No biggie. It really is something spectacular. Here's a semi-decently expressed review for you:
On the up side, just as predicted, The Dark Knight trailer was shown before the movie. And also as predicted it was fucking mind-blowing. I dare say this version of Batman will live on as dogmatic law for further Batman films. Tim Burton is goddamned mental. He had know idea, nor do I think he cared when he made those atrocious, amusement park, versions of the caped crusader. All it takes is a little know how and some goddamned attention to the source material. For christ's sake man if you don't like the way a story is being told, just make up your own. No ones got any imagination anymore. Okay, now I'm rambling. But, I mean it all.
Oh and for those of you who might not be seeing I Am Legend this weekend, The Dark Knight Trailer will be debuting at this site tomorrow night, er...tonight, I guess:
Yet another of the Joker's Viral sites. And if you haven't yet try and get in on the viral marketing campaign Warner Bros. is doing for this movie. It's really cool!
As for me. I hit the Johns for some much needed hours. Then worked on some music at home. For those that don't know, something like the past two or three years I've been playing my own brand of progressive metal, fully recorded and engineared(not try to brag just sharing my stuff with you). I've enjoyed very much doing it and maybe soon find a way to post some of my favorites here on the Tendrillar blog. Lately, though after some thirty or so finished to semi-finished tracks i've decided to explore my musical talents and branch out. I'm now working on something very much like the Gorillaz. I know you've read my praise for that whole project here a few times. A now i've finally decided to throw my hat into the ring and try my hand at some stuff I feel is more upbeat and danceable. It's a mix of all types of music in a collage sort of way. None of it is done yet. But when it is i'll show you i'm not full of shit and that I can in fact do all these things i speak of. (some really old shit here: www.myspace.com/tendrillarmusic)
That's all I did today.
I was on Facebook earlier and noticed my ex-girlfriend's already got some new chap to cuddle. And, I gotta say it was an odd feeling to see something like that. It's been something like six months. I feel like that's early to get started on somebody again. But, i've been known to go long times without any kind of affection or the thought of dating somebody. Don't know what it is about me that I'm able to sustain such "dry spells" as their called. And as much as I wouldn't mind some affection, I fear somehow the advent of a relationship, only because I feel i've made a lot of progress with my own projects and personal state of living that throwing someone in the mix of all that would bring me to some sedated state of co-dependance that I don't think is good for anyone. let alone someone dating me. I'm batshit crazy. Jake says i'm much funnier these days having not been with anyone in months. It's like that episode of Seinfeld where George stops having sex, increasing his brain activitiy dramatically, only to have him rendered incompetent the very moment he gets some. Yeah... i know you know what i'm talking about.
So there's a personal little tidbit for you.
Woo doin' it!!
I go home to Denver in a week or so. I'm having so much fun here that I almost don't want to. I hate to fly. It's not that I'm afraid or anything, but i hate the paranoia of the airport. It's such a hassle to fly these days, I'd almost prefer to take a bus.
Alright i'm getting lazy now. Soon I'll just be typing monosyllabic requests to the internet for food, or porn. I'm gonna find something else to do for a couple more hours.
Peace foo!
So personally, I really did not like the movie, which I did expect. Ian loved it, and that got me excited to see it, though I was still disappointed. I mention that I had read the book, but long before deciding to watch the film version I decided not to do a whole comparison of book to movie. They are two different beasts and I get that. I kept wanting to like it. But mostly felt bored and like I was being treated like a child by the storytelling techniques employed. I'll just say the one thing I wanted to see was that the core concept of I Am Legend be preserved no matter what other crazy stuff they decided to put in. Ultimately the filmmakers decided to just take the title of a great book and make a mediocre "B-movie" out of it. Much the same with the other Will Smith starring adaptation, "I, Robot". Both extremely cool titles, but utterly wasted on these movies. It's a sad thing I was really just hoping to see little references to small details in the book but it had nothing even remotely recognizable. I just wonder why they couldn't use this idea of, the last man on earth and weave a more suitable, audience acceptable motion picture out of the thing. Borrow ideas from I Am Legend, make some of your own, have fun with it. I think they were more concerned with keeping with the tone of the original story and forgot to take some of the elements that truly made it worth knowing about. You could have done so much with it. Made it more expansive. Epic. Rather than attempt a very shortsighted view of a classic vampire tale.
So as an adaptation it's horrible. Which is okay. But, as a movie, it was really hard to watch. I really like Will smith, but I do think he over does it sometimes. In this he didn't go overboard though. It's funny, the whole time i saw him interact with any thing I imagined him saying, "Now that's what I call a close encounter" or "Welcome to earf!" Haha, anyhow. So I'd say see it if your curious. I'm glad I did. But, if not than don't worry about it. Or rent the DVD. But, if you really want to know the truly brilliant idea behind I Am Legend and really know what I'm talking about, then you should have a go at the book. It's short, you can read it in like two days. No biggie. It really is something spectacular. Here's a semi-decently expressed review for you:
On the up side, just as predicted, The Dark Knight trailer was shown before the movie. And also as predicted it was fucking mind-blowing. I dare say this version of Batman will live on as dogmatic law for further Batman films. Tim Burton is goddamned mental. He had know idea, nor do I think he cared when he made those atrocious, amusement park, versions of the caped crusader. All it takes is a little know how and some goddamned attention to the source material. For christ's sake man if you don't like the way a story is being told, just make up your own. No ones got any imagination anymore. Okay, now I'm rambling. But, I mean it all.
Oh and for those of you who might not be seeing I Am Legend this weekend, The Dark Knight Trailer will be debuting at this site tomorrow night, er...tonight, I guess:
Yet another of the Joker's Viral sites. And if you haven't yet try and get in on the viral marketing campaign Warner Bros. is doing for this movie. It's really cool!
As for me. I hit the Johns for some much needed hours. Then worked on some music at home. For those that don't know, something like the past two or three years I've been playing my own brand of progressive metal, fully recorded and engineared(not try to brag just sharing my stuff with you). I've enjoyed very much doing it and maybe soon find a way to post some of my favorites here on the Tendrillar blog. Lately, though after some thirty or so finished to semi-finished tracks i've decided to explore my musical talents and branch out. I'm now working on something very much like the Gorillaz. I know you've read my praise for that whole project here a few times. A now i've finally decided to throw my hat into the ring and try my hand at some stuff I feel is more upbeat and danceable. It's a mix of all types of music in a collage sort of way. None of it is done yet. But when it is i'll show you i'm not full of shit and that I can in fact do all these things i speak of. (some really old shit here: www.myspace.com/tendrillarmusic)
That's all I did today.
I was on Facebook earlier and noticed my ex-girlfriend's already got some new chap to cuddle. And, I gotta say it was an odd feeling to see something like that. It's been something like six months. I feel like that's early to get started on somebody again. But, i've been known to go long times without any kind of affection or the thought of dating somebody. Don't know what it is about me that I'm able to sustain such "dry spells" as their called. And as much as I wouldn't mind some affection, I fear somehow the advent of a relationship, only because I feel i've made a lot of progress with my own projects and personal state of living that throwing someone in the mix of all that would bring me to some sedated state of co-dependance that I don't think is good for anyone. let alone someone dating me. I'm batshit crazy. Jake says i'm much funnier these days having not been with anyone in months. It's like that episode of Seinfeld where George stops having sex, increasing his brain activitiy dramatically, only to have him rendered incompetent the very moment he gets some. Yeah... i know you know what i'm talking about.
So there's a personal little tidbit for you.
Woo doin' it!!
I go home to Denver in a week or so. I'm having so much fun here that I almost don't want to. I hate to fly. It's not that I'm afraid or anything, but i hate the paranoia of the airport. It's such a hassle to fly these days, I'd almost prefer to take a bus.
Alright i'm getting lazy now. Soon I'll just be typing monosyllabic requests to the internet for food, or porn. I'm gonna find something else to do for a couple more hours.
Peace foo!
He did it, because we all do not have the guts to!
Played Rockband for six hours........ think I might die.... If you find this, please send help! I am very sick.
went to get sleep be back soon.
Oh and I found these.
The trailer got leaked as well, but it's really shitty quality. I watched it a few times to see what was going on. Having only seen that much, I can safely say it will be the greatest movie ever made by human people. I'm going to I Am Legend tomorrow with Matty. Ian really liked it. Said the CG sucked and the ending was lame, but the movie is good up til then. I'm excited. That's all I could ask for. In the book you hardly see the creatures anyway. Another reason to see this is that the same TDK trailer I mentioned above will show before it. That alone is worth the price of admission. I guarantee it.
I feel like i'm puming too much fluff into this blog of late, rather than giving you all the Stephen Santa Cruz Experience®.*
I'm sure the movie stuff is cool, but I can't build a blog solely off of that.
So here we go..... some substance.......
Okay current events....... lets see.
So, howabout that buffoon of a Presiden.......no, no, Bush bashing is no longer needed, nor relevant or funny.
Hmm... Batma........ no, see damnit. there I go again!
Oh, okay here we go, one time some girl left her cell phone on the counter at Jimmy Johns, and My manager jokingly said, "I bet she's got a ton of naked pics on that thing. I said, "No way!" He was like,"Dude yeah, they all do." We paused for a moment. Then......unlocked that key pad with gusto!! We search through the pictures and there was nothing, nothing, nothing, pics of dumb dog, stupid boyfriend, stupid boyfriend playing guitar, boring titties, sports car....Oh wait!! Yeah! TITTIES!! And not only that, but a full body MYSPACE style shot! Oh and this girl was really hot. Really hot. So that, I guess make the titties that much better. This was amazing! We spent a good twenty minutes looking at that photo because, goddamnit, there are so few pleasures left in this life and the sudden rush of adrenaline one receives when looking at a strangers titties is like crack to a....well, someone who likes crack a lot, I guess. I'm getting away from my story. So there we are (not being perverted voyeurs) click, clacking through the chicks nokia. Alas, there was only that one photo, but we sure got some mileage out of it. Meaning, I did not masturbate in store. Or, uh.....anywhere else for that matter. Suddenly, there she is! Walking up to the store. Luckily, knowing this model, I mashed the proper code with haste to lock the keys, tossed it to my manager who placed it the very same spot we'd found it. We jumped into Jimmy Johns worker poses and nonchalantly, uh... worked.
"Did you find a phone?" she asks. "A what?" I say-my manager shrugs. "Oh, here it is!" she say, then walks out. Once she leaves we look at eachother and smile, then HIGH FIVE!!!! And I distinctly remember hearing the end music from the Breakfast Club start to play as we hung there frozen in the air.
"Don, don, don, don't you forget about me......"
Fade out.
So, now I'm convinced, every girl walking the streets with a cell phone has at least one naked picture of herself. At all times.
It must be some kind of club, I'm not aware of, which is weird cause I'm usually on top of my shit. Hmm... I think I'll have to join. You stay here, while I go take a picture of my dick.
*The Stephen Santa Cruz Experience® is a registered trademark of Rodrick Jaynes and CobaltCo Inc. Madison, WI, 039875
went to get sleep be back soon.
Oh and I found these.
The trailer got leaked as well, but it's really shitty quality. I watched it a few times to see what was going on. Having only seen that much, I can safely say it will be the greatest movie ever made by human people. I'm going to I Am Legend tomorrow with Matty. Ian really liked it. Said the CG sucked and the ending was lame, but the movie is good up til then. I'm excited. That's all I could ask for. In the book you hardly see the creatures anyway. Another reason to see this is that the same TDK trailer I mentioned above will show before it. That alone is worth the price of admission. I guarantee it.
I feel like i'm puming too much fluff into this blog of late, rather than giving you all the Stephen Santa Cruz Experience®.*
I'm sure the movie stuff is cool, but I can't build a blog solely off of that.
So here we go..... some substance.......
Okay current events....... lets see.
So, howabout that buffoon of a Presiden.......no, no, Bush bashing is no longer needed, nor relevant or funny.
Hmm... Batma........ no, see damnit. there I go again!
Oh, okay here we go, one time some girl left her cell phone on the counter at Jimmy Johns, and My manager jokingly said, "I bet she's got a ton of naked pics on that thing. I said, "No way!" He was like,"Dude yeah, they all do." We paused for a moment. Then......unlocked that key pad with gusto!! We search through the pictures and there was nothing, nothing, nothing, pics of dumb dog, stupid boyfriend, stupid boyfriend playing guitar, boring titties, sports car....Oh wait!! Yeah! TITTIES!! And not only that, but a full body MYSPACE style shot! Oh and this girl was really hot. Really hot. So that, I guess make the titties that much better. This was amazing! We spent a good twenty minutes looking at that photo because, goddamnit, there are so few pleasures left in this life and the sudden rush of adrenaline one receives when looking at a strangers titties is like crack to a....well, someone who likes crack a lot, I guess. I'm getting away from my story. So there we are (not being perverted voyeurs) click, clacking through the chicks nokia. Alas, there was only that one photo, but we sure got some mileage out of it. Meaning, I did not masturbate in store. Or, uh.....anywhere else for that matter. Suddenly, there she is! Walking up to the store. Luckily, knowing this model, I mashed the proper code with haste to lock the keys, tossed it to my manager who placed it the very same spot we'd found it. We jumped into Jimmy Johns worker poses and nonchalantly, uh... worked.
"Did you find a phone?" she asks. "A what?" I say-my manager shrugs. "Oh, here it is!" she say, then walks out. Once she leaves we look at eachother and smile, then HIGH FIVE!!!! And I distinctly remember hearing the end music from the Breakfast Club start to play as we hung there frozen in the air.
"Don, don, don, don't you forget about me......"
Fade out.
So, now I'm convinced, every girl walking the streets with a cell phone has at least one naked picture of herself. At all times.
It must be some kind of club, I'm not aware of, which is weird cause I'm usually on top of my shit. Hmm... I think I'll have to join. You stay here, while I go take a picture of my dick.
*The Stephen Santa Cruz Experience® is a registered trademark of Rodrick Jaynes and CobaltCo Inc. Madison, WI, 039875
Friday, December 14, 2007
Send Vital Armed Transmission With The Flow
Well I'll Be...
Looks more like a crime epic than a superhero movie. I am comfortable with this. This'd be the International poster for the fillm.
Gonna try and sneak into I Am Legend Tomorrow. From what I hear it's not really worth the free price of admission.
I am curious though. Having read the book and all. Also, might try to find time to see Juno.
Wasted a whole bunch of time tonight on Rockband. That game is a cancer I think, a deliciously fun cancer.
Fuck yeah! Music video night!
I'm pretty tired at the moment. I'm gonna leave you to it.
Looks more like a crime epic than a superhero movie. I am comfortable with this. This'd be the International poster for the fillm.
Gonna try and sneak into I Am Legend Tomorrow. From what I hear it's not really worth the free price of admission.
I am curious though. Having read the book and all. Also, might try to find time to see Juno.
Wasted a whole bunch of time tonight on Rockband. That game is a cancer I think, a deliciously fun cancer.
Fuck yeah! Music video night!
I'm pretty tired at the moment. I'm gonna leave you to it.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Please Heat This Eventually.
This goes in the ears:
Better than their second album... a lot better.
Oh, Omar... you so crazy!
Masterpeice.
So... nothing really happened today. I was really sick at the beginning but now I feel great. I think it was the Pomegranate Limeade I drank. Odwalla. Good Shit. Especially when free.
Jessica Alba's pregnant, apparently. Wish it was mine.
New Hellboy II pic:
Not sure how most of you felt about the first one. The Hellboy comics are very important to me. Well, were. These days I'm as far away from comics as their film counterparts are from their original concepts. That is not to say, i've completely lost touch. I still know what's up. Still sufficiently nerdy. But, the film version of Hellboy was a hard nut to crack for me. I groan at thinking about it. They got everything right. The look, the characters, the concepts the weapons, the fun. All except the story.
I know everyone nowadays swears by Guerillmo Del Toro. I also know it's not because of anything else but Pan's Labyrinth. Don't get me wrong he's fucking fantastic and Pan's is great. But, I personally think he went too far with my beloved Hellboy. Now, I don't want to get too critical, but, Guerillmo was way off with his script for the Hellboy movie. A love story? The "date" scene? WTF?
The first movie could have been something beautiful, but Del Toro had no thought to self-edit or contemplate what he was doing. And what we got was a lush, beautiful, painstakingly beautiful, bore. It was a sad day for me indeed. Especially after I spent months convincing people they have to see it. I was flashing my trades and showing off my Hellboy resin statue. Saying "This motherfucking movie will destroy the very concept that is movies!" Alas, I had to ride home that premiere night in my girlfriend's car trying to defend a film that had completely failed me.
So, here I am. Back at square one. A new Hellboy film is coming faster than I can muster the sense to hate it. I've read the synopsis and peeped the concept art. The site is fucking great and the concept is wonderful. I'm down, no questions asked. That is until I read an article about giving Abe sapien, the best character in the series, more screen time. Holy shit! That's the best news i've heard all day! He was the best part about that fucking movie, but only in it for two minutes, maybe three. Yes! Then Guerillmo fuck face chimes in, "Yeah, and were giving him a love interest. Just like HB! Here's to fucking the fanboys for having interests and passionate connections to the soucre material." I'm paraphrasing of course. But, i'll be damned if that ain't a thorn in my side. The worst goddamn part of the movie, the one thing Guerillmo had to include. The wrench in the spokes of the lovingly crafted, mytholigical orgy that is Hellboy. My favorite comic for ages. "Hey wouldn't it be funny if Hellboy proposed, or Abe had a wacky date scenario where he's dating not one, but two ancient babylonian Deamons!" Hey, fuck you. Why even make a movie. It's not reality TV who gives a fuck if Hellboy can love? That's not his purpose as a character at all. Just grab the comic and read it with an unbiased vision, figure out what's best for the project and do it selflessly. It's not hard.
Of course I'll still see it and I have the highest hopes for my experience with it. But, I swear if that damn Tex Avery monster gun shoots out six little flags with the words "BANG" written on them I'm gonna have to walk out. And that goes for any other cute little Idea Guerillmo has in mind for these caricatures he's haphazardly created.
But, as much as i want to be pissed, everything I see from HBII looks damn cool. And I just can't fucking wait. Be ready to see my trades and Bowen statue soon kids.
This looks interesting:
http://www.joblo.com/hell-ride-pics
I foresee cinema evolving out of the Big Hollywood Melodrama and Will Ferrel Comdies to much,much more of these genre busting "B-movie" extravaganzas. At least them being the majority. It's gonna be like those scenes from Last Action Hero or the posters on the walls in the Grand Theft Auto games. These silly over the top concepts with no regard to reality or realism whatsoever. And, I couldn't be happier. I'm all about the art form of escapism. And pushing the boundaries of our concepts of reality. My dream is to see a movie that's more or less devoid of story or setups to action scenes or gore scenes or sex scenes at all. But, a film that flows seamlessly through action, sex, and violence. It's one thing to tell a story, but I know I'm not the first to acknowledge that Hollywood hardly has a good story to tell, If not just ripped from the pages of some insignificant writer's novel of the week. It's not as if they care much either. I say fuck the story! I think perhaps there's an better way, at least for these big budget genre pics. Imagine a film that's built more like a piece of music and less like a three act narrative. Think of where that could lead.
As opposed to some cookie cutter revenge tale, or jet setting spy archetype, you have an analogous, ever-shifting cast of characters, flowing, seamlessly through scenes, progressing rhythmically, with action meant to connect on a kinetic level. Gore, violence and sex scenes that are meant to tap in to our visceral curiosities. The idea of love expressed vaguely as if being swooned by the cryptic lyrics of some poet or songwriter all while not specifically holding one's hand through the experience. A subjective ,shifting, abstract action movie.
Or if that doesn't intrigue you or satisfy in any way. Just pop in your Da Vinci Code DVD and forget I said anything at all.
Better than their second album... a lot better.
Oh, Omar... you so crazy!
Masterpeice.
So... nothing really happened today. I was really sick at the beginning but now I feel great. I think it was the Pomegranate Limeade I drank. Odwalla. Good Shit. Especially when free.
Jessica Alba's pregnant, apparently. Wish it was mine.
New Hellboy II pic:
Not sure how most of you felt about the first one. The Hellboy comics are very important to me. Well, were. These days I'm as far away from comics as their film counterparts are from their original concepts. That is not to say, i've completely lost touch. I still know what's up. Still sufficiently nerdy. But, the film version of Hellboy was a hard nut to crack for me. I groan at thinking about it. They got everything right. The look, the characters, the concepts the weapons, the fun. All except the story.
I know everyone nowadays swears by Guerillmo Del Toro. I also know it's not because of anything else but Pan's Labyrinth. Don't get me wrong he's fucking fantastic and Pan's is great. But, I personally think he went too far with my beloved Hellboy. Now, I don't want to get too critical, but, Guerillmo was way off with his script for the Hellboy movie. A love story? The "date" scene? WTF?
The first movie could have been something beautiful, but Del Toro had no thought to self-edit or contemplate what he was doing. And what we got was a lush, beautiful, painstakingly beautiful, bore. It was a sad day for me indeed. Especially after I spent months convincing people they have to see it. I was flashing my trades and showing off my Hellboy resin statue. Saying "This motherfucking movie will destroy the very concept that is movies!" Alas, I had to ride home that premiere night in my girlfriend's car trying to defend a film that had completely failed me.
So, here I am. Back at square one. A new Hellboy film is coming faster than I can muster the sense to hate it. I've read the synopsis and peeped the concept art. The site is fucking great and the concept is wonderful. I'm down, no questions asked. That is until I read an article about giving Abe sapien, the best character in the series, more screen time. Holy shit! That's the best news i've heard all day! He was the best part about that fucking movie, but only in it for two minutes, maybe three. Yes! Then Guerillmo fuck face chimes in, "Yeah, and were giving him a love interest. Just like HB! Here's to fucking the fanboys for having interests and passionate connections to the soucre material." I'm paraphrasing of course. But, i'll be damned if that ain't a thorn in my side. The worst goddamn part of the movie, the one thing Guerillmo had to include. The wrench in the spokes of the lovingly crafted, mytholigical orgy that is Hellboy. My favorite comic for ages. "Hey wouldn't it be funny if Hellboy proposed, or Abe had a wacky date scenario where he's dating not one, but two ancient babylonian Deamons!" Hey, fuck you. Why even make a movie. It's not reality TV who gives a fuck if Hellboy can love? That's not his purpose as a character at all. Just grab the comic and read it with an unbiased vision, figure out what's best for the project and do it selflessly. It's not hard.
Of course I'll still see it and I have the highest hopes for my experience with it. But, I swear if that damn Tex Avery monster gun shoots out six little flags with the words "BANG" written on them I'm gonna have to walk out. And that goes for any other cute little Idea Guerillmo has in mind for these caricatures he's haphazardly created.
But, as much as i want to be pissed, everything I see from HBII looks damn cool. And I just can't fucking wait. Be ready to see my trades and Bowen statue soon kids.
This looks interesting:
http://www.joblo.com/hell-ride-pics
I foresee cinema evolving out of the Big Hollywood Melodrama and Will Ferrel Comdies to much,much more of these genre busting "B-movie" extravaganzas. At least them being the majority. It's gonna be like those scenes from Last Action Hero or the posters on the walls in the Grand Theft Auto games. These silly over the top concepts with no regard to reality or realism whatsoever. And, I couldn't be happier. I'm all about the art form of escapism. And pushing the boundaries of our concepts of reality. My dream is to see a movie that's more or less devoid of story or setups to action scenes or gore scenes or sex scenes at all. But, a film that flows seamlessly through action, sex, and violence. It's one thing to tell a story, but I know I'm not the first to acknowledge that Hollywood hardly has a good story to tell, If not just ripped from the pages of some insignificant writer's novel of the week. It's not as if they care much either. I say fuck the story! I think perhaps there's an better way, at least for these big budget genre pics. Imagine a film that's built more like a piece of music and less like a three act narrative. Think of where that could lead.
As opposed to some cookie cutter revenge tale, or jet setting spy archetype, you have an analogous, ever-shifting cast of characters, flowing, seamlessly through scenes, progressing rhythmically, with action meant to connect on a kinetic level. Gore, violence and sex scenes that are meant to tap in to our visceral curiosities. The idea of love expressed vaguely as if being swooned by the cryptic lyrics of some poet or songwriter all while not specifically holding one's hand through the experience. A subjective ,shifting, abstract action movie.
Or if that doesn't intrigue you or satisfy in any way. Just pop in your Da Vinci Code DVD and forget I said anything at all.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Title Pending...........Bro.
October 3, 2008
Then you got this here:
I sure hope this thing is necessary. Otherwise, I was doing just fine with the new Batmobile.
So It's gonna be 1:00am here in about 8 mins.
I'm gonna make a 1:00Am resolution.
From now on, I'm going to try harder not to lose track of my short term goals. Man, that feels great. Feel like I have a goal now. Oh shit! I'm already starting! Resolutions are great! Ooooh, here it comes.................
Happy 1:00am everybody!!!!!!!!!!
"Should old acquaintances be forgotten,
And never brought to ..........."
So what's up everybody? Feels like we've lost touch doesn't it? Well, it's about to get worse. I got a call from T-mobile and they 'bout to cut of a homies phone! I hope I get payed soon.
Jacked this off Bowditch's Blog (Itisnotforyou.com)
I'd like to say something like "It seems the influence of the american Grindhouse revival has at last hit Japan", but those kaiju fearing, zombie hating, samurai sword wielding blood letters of Japon, been doin' this shit for eons!
Suffice it to say, I will have to get my hands on a copy of The Machine Girl. Thks J-bone.
Jeremy post's more frequently than I do. So, if you haven't checked out his blog yet you're wrong.
Going to see I Am Legend this week. I'm excited! Honestly. It doesn't look like it's going to be good to me really. But i read the book, liked it very much and just kind of want to see where they section off bits of The Omega Man, the novel, and whatever new shit they are tryin'. I really like Will Smith, but I wish he would act in a good movie. He could be working with some good creative people, but he ends up working with these hack directors and writers. Aronofsky should put him in something. Or fuck it, i'm gonna say it. Scorsese. If anything Smith's got charisma. maybe it's just me, but I think i'll always give him a chance. Aside from being boring and having nothing to do with the book-I thought I,Robot wasn't that bad. Could have been worse. I know my expectations were low enough.
Anywho...it'll be fun none the less. Pfaff wants to see the 3-D holy shit version of the film. Might just be a gimmick, I don't think they shot this intending it to be in 3-D. Or maybe they did. The fuck do I know?
Alright. One more snack then I'm gonna go write for a while.
This is for all of you who aren't listening to RUSH right now:
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Price: Dignity.
Check it fools!
it's totally real to! See for yourself!
http://imdb.com/name/nm2462516/
Man, how cool is that.
I know it's not much at all. But it's a start right?
Soon enough the titles of my films will be up there along with my name. I bet you can google it too!
........
No, no I guess not. That's too bad.
Well shit!
This has been some weekend. Let me tell you.
So last night, my friends and I went to the bar. At one point we had a freestyle circle going and I spit some of the illest verses of my career (you think i'm joking). I drank a free beer(Thanks Marky) and smoked two cigarettes (way to fast) then got sick to my stomach! My body had a lot of unwanted contents it was letting me know about.
Then I had to poop! It was dire and they don't like when you do that at the bar. I had Matty run interference so noone opened the door to see my dirty deed. I ran into the bathroom, grabbed the trash can, set it in front of me, dropped my pants and sat. Both ends of my body had something to say and I wasn't ready. Matty wasn't quick enough to ward off the boozers and some assfuck caught a glimps of my morning glory. He called me an asshole and yelled out to the entire bar that some guy was taking a shit in this one toilet bathroom. But, I had to go! When I saw his face poke in I said "Sorry dude, gotta do it!" (Haha, that's kind of funny). Luckily, I didn't have to vomit, but still felt like I should prepare to. I made bread with haste and got the fuck out.
I still felt awful and decided that fresh air would soothe my sickly state. On my way out of the bar, the white noise kicked in and I could barely stand. The door man had to prop me up and escort me outside. Matty followed. I was directed to puke in a snow covered bush and ONLY the bush. My knees buckled and fell to my butt on the sidewalk. I could feel the snow melting through my pants seat as I sat.
Now, here's where I thought I might die. I don't know if you've tried to fight back vomit that must come out. But I do it anytime this happens. It happens to be one of the most painful things I've had to endure. You feel the pressing on your chest and your asophagus restricts attempting to force out the badness. I'm a stubborn fool and will not let my own body defeat me. So I hold that shit in! I fight, tightening my face, doing my best to breath in a way I read about in the introduction to some taoist meditation book I can't remember the name of. God! The pain.
But it passes and I prop my sorry as up next to the building. Continuing to breathe. Matty is at my side for most of this. He asks in a very concerned voice if I'm okay. Unsure I answer "Of course, i'm fine." Teeny somehow, like an angel, appears outside and comforts me, asking what she can do to help.
At this point i'm deep into Taoist breathig exercises, that I kind of remember, mostly forgot. Then after a few moments of intense "in with the good air, out with the bad", I snap out of it. I feel fine, if not great. I stand and let them know i'm fine and answer a question matty asked me about before I appeared to start transforming into the wolfman. I answered,"It's a cover of an old Circle Jerk's song."
After I convinced the doorman I was alright. And declined his offer of some kind of coffee they had there at the bar. We went back inside and I talked and acted as normal, as if nothing happened. It was so weird. After all that I just felt tired. Like, the event was so taxing on my body it had to get some rest. Of course it didn't, not right away anyhow. We stayed a little while longer. I even danced around like a jerk for a bit.
So...there's that. Hope you have as much fun with it as I did.
Lets see what's in the funnypages:
I got a summons for Jury duty in my former home of Savannah. I don't think I can make it.
For you:
Thanks peeps! Keep it gangsta!
it's totally real to! See for yourself!
http://imdb.com/name/nm2462516/
Man, how cool is that.
I know it's not much at all. But it's a start right?
Soon enough the titles of my films will be up there along with my name. I bet you can google it too!
........
No, no I guess not. That's too bad.
Well shit!
This has been some weekend. Let me tell you.
So last night, my friends and I went to the bar. At one point we had a freestyle circle going and I spit some of the illest verses of my career (you think i'm joking). I drank a free beer(Thanks Marky) and smoked two cigarettes (way to fast) then got sick to my stomach! My body had a lot of unwanted contents it was letting me know about.
Then I had to poop! It was dire and they don't like when you do that at the bar. I had Matty run interference so noone opened the door to see my dirty deed. I ran into the bathroom, grabbed the trash can, set it in front of me, dropped my pants and sat. Both ends of my body had something to say and I wasn't ready. Matty wasn't quick enough to ward off the boozers and some assfuck caught a glimps of my morning glory. He called me an asshole and yelled out to the entire bar that some guy was taking a shit in this one toilet bathroom. But, I had to go! When I saw his face poke in I said "Sorry dude, gotta do it!" (Haha, that's kind of funny). Luckily, I didn't have to vomit, but still felt like I should prepare to. I made bread with haste and got the fuck out.
I still felt awful and decided that fresh air would soothe my sickly state. On my way out of the bar, the white noise kicked in and I could barely stand. The door man had to prop me up and escort me outside. Matty followed. I was directed to puke in a snow covered bush and ONLY the bush. My knees buckled and fell to my butt on the sidewalk. I could feel the snow melting through my pants seat as I sat.
Now, here's where I thought I might die. I don't know if you've tried to fight back vomit that must come out. But I do it anytime this happens. It happens to be one of the most painful things I've had to endure. You feel the pressing on your chest and your asophagus restricts attempting to force out the badness. I'm a stubborn fool and will not let my own body defeat me. So I hold that shit in! I fight, tightening my face, doing my best to breath in a way I read about in the introduction to some taoist meditation book I can't remember the name of. God! The pain.
But it passes and I prop my sorry as up next to the building. Continuing to breathe. Matty is at my side for most of this. He asks in a very concerned voice if I'm okay. Unsure I answer "Of course, i'm fine." Teeny somehow, like an angel, appears outside and comforts me, asking what she can do to help.
At this point i'm deep into Taoist breathig exercises, that I kind of remember, mostly forgot. Then after a few moments of intense "in with the good air, out with the bad", I snap out of it. I feel fine, if not great. I stand and let them know i'm fine and answer a question matty asked me about before I appeared to start transforming into the wolfman. I answered,"It's a cover of an old Circle Jerk's song."
After I convinced the doorman I was alright. And declined his offer of some kind of coffee they had there at the bar. We went back inside and I talked and acted as normal, as if nothing happened. It was so weird. After all that I just felt tired. Like, the event was so taxing on my body it had to get some rest. Of course it didn't, not right away anyhow. We stayed a little while longer. I even danced around like a jerk for a bit.
So...there's that. Hope you have as much fun with it as I did.
Lets see what's in the funnypages:
I got a summons for Jury duty in my former home of Savannah. I don't think I can make it.
For you:
Thanks peeps! Keep it gangsta!
Fat girls know how to F^(%!!!
Sorry to say, I gotta keep this one short. I got work tomorrow and i can't be fuckin' around with that lack of papa' homes..
A little bedtime snack fo ya'lls:
New Show from Lauren Bourchard, co-creator of Home Movies. Also starring John Benjamin and Mellissa whatserface from Home movies aswell.
I'd like to thank Matty Fitz and Marky for their contributions to my new creation: The Three Second Hangover. I'll tell you about it tomorrow.
Also I'd like to thank Teeny for helping me to feel better. Satudray night folks, what can I say.
Goooooooood mornin!!!!!!
P.S.
Show me some love. *points to the comments link.
A little bedtime snack fo ya'lls:
New Show from Lauren Bourchard, co-creator of Home Movies. Also starring John Benjamin and Mellissa whatserface from Home movies aswell.
I'd like to thank Matty Fitz and Marky for their contributions to my new creation: The Three Second Hangover. I'll tell you about it tomorrow.
Also I'd like to thank Teeny for helping me to feel better. Satudray night folks, what can I say.
Goooooooood mornin!!!!!!
P.S.
Show me some love. *points to the comments link.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Get that side project playa!
Holy Shit!!!!!!!!
Mark Rubenstein
or as I like to call him Lil'marky from the streets.com
He just left my apartment. We had a little Superhouse affiliates reunion.
For those of you who do not know Superhouse, It was the most...... no you know what. I'm sorry. It is a place that can only be remembered or described in feeling. the closest is maybe the first time you sex that fine girl from the coffee shop you been peepin'. But even that's still way off base. The only place that rivaled the Super house was the speakeasy we all came to love in the SAV as Le Pfaffer's. I of course held membership at both wonderful establishments.
SUPERHOUSE, never forgotten, never recreated.
Alright Marky I'll stop grabbing shit from your blog.
But damn do I love you so.
This weekend=Crunk.
Judge Dylan is also in town:
Waitress: What can I get for you hon?
Judge: What's the least amount of pancakes you can give me?
Waitress: Um... One, I guess.
Judge: Yes, I think I'll have that.
Also, a force to be reckoned with.
Yup, I gotta say it was a good day.
Got my Job back at the ol' Jimmy Johns. Which as much as I thought sucked before, is still better than having no job at all. Depressing state of affairs I must say.
So I'll be making sandwiches again. But I know now, I shall take it for granted no more. The idea of going to the store, picking out my groceries and BEING ABLE TO PAY FOR THEM!!!! sends chills down my spine. Chills of excitement. I'm kicking up dust now, and it feels good.
I really want to make a trip to New York to visit my brother and some of my friends.
I think the best thing that came out of college is the people I've met. All the fucking amazing friends i've made, and the fact that we're all around the country. Franchise.
I had this really disturbing, mindbending dream last night.
I was middle school aged, and I remember my mother making me hang out with this semi-retarded kid from the neighborhood who's parents wanted him to have friends.
At the begining of the dream I rememeber, it's just me and this kid alone in my bedroom. I was playing video games or something trying to ignore him. He's bumbling about my room, touching things and moving shit. Then all of a sudden he sits next to me and sits still.
Then with no warning or hint, he proceeds to reach over to my crotch and try to touch my weiner.
I freak out and yell at him. I remember not wanting to stop waht I was doing and he was gripping at my pants. Trying to drag my personals out of their cozy home.
The dream meanders from there a bit and I remember my mother making me go to his family's house for a sleep over.
The day starts with us swimming at a creek. His family is there and I wander off a bit to swim by my lonesome. The guy follows me and again struggles to unearth my Apollo 11...uh, 13. I fight him off the best i can in water, battling to keep my trunks on. All the while he's muttering "Uh Wun it... Uh wun it....."
the rest of the dream is me trying to avoid him while I have to stay the night at his house.........
fucked up right? I may need one of you to analyze that for me.
and as messed up as this is going to sound, just know that i'm not some narrow minded biggot or harmfully insensitive to the likes of our green world, but...
Are there gay retarded people? I mean, i'm sure there's got to be right? This is in all seriousness. I'm really interested to know.
hmm....
If there are any mentally challenged people reading this blog I apologize if I've offended.
hmm.....
Sorry, i'm back now. My roomates just unlocked "Tom Sawyer" on Rockband. I had to see it.
Damn I feel like i'm leaving you all without goodies here. Here is a mind altering substance that should satisfy or peak interest.
Crazy right?
The Whachowski's wanted to make it as far removed from reality as possible and as true to the essence of an anime cartoon as they could. Success? Time will tell.
Some parts to me look like Spy Kids shit, but most of the trailer is solid leaving me with a resounding, WTF? type reaction.
I'm' into it, It'd be nice if the movie doesn't try to make me believe in Speedracer and just wants me to enjoy Speedracer.
The problem with most of these comic book, cartoon, video game adaptations is that the filmmakers try so hard to make the concept fit into a realistic world we understand, that they lose the essence of what the idea was about.
Transformers for example. they spent so much time trying to make me believe that robots transforming and beating the shit out of eachother was plausible in my real world, where all I wanted was a silly cartoon concept realised in live action. It wasn't hard to get right, but some how they missed it in spades. Who gives a fuck? Just give me robots and a fun adventerous story rather than waste time on all the technical bullshit. It's escapism not realism. I'll watch my Werner's and my Cassavettes for that. I'm just saying something doesn't have to be plausible or believable for it to be good.
Anhow, I think the wachowski's realize this and are bringin the cartoon to the big screen and not just the idea filtered and mutilated to fit in a "real world" setting that just becomes convoluted and contrived, so much so to be unwatchable.
alright, alright.......
Enough movie shit.
Annisetta has been leaving me comments and I appreciate that, you all feel free to do the same.
Setta is this fine piece from back home that I went to highschool with......yeah we had a thing, but we were both too cool for each other, it just couldn't work.
Okay..... I lied, we didn't have a thing. She's great though. Super awesome. Thanks for the comments.
One more goody then I gotta go to bed. Have to show the open room tomorrow. New roomie!
Here's said goodie:
They made another, boringer version of that video for MTV play, it was fucking awful. This however is beautiful.
Thanks for watching kids.
Night.
P.S.
Visit Marky's blog on the right there. I can't describe to you his earthly influence and universal importance. You have to see for yourself.
We Are The Side Project!!
Mark Rubenstein
or as I like to call him Lil'marky from the streets.com
He just left my apartment. We had a little Superhouse affiliates reunion.
For those of you who do not know Superhouse, It was the most...... no you know what. I'm sorry. It is a place that can only be remembered or described in feeling. the closest is maybe the first time you sex that fine girl from the coffee shop you been peepin'. But even that's still way off base. The only place that rivaled the Super house was the speakeasy we all came to love in the SAV as Le Pfaffer's. I of course held membership at both wonderful establishments.
SUPERHOUSE, never forgotten, never recreated.
Alright Marky I'll stop grabbing shit from your blog.
But damn do I love you so.
This weekend=Crunk.
Judge Dylan is also in town:
Waitress: What can I get for you hon?
Judge: What's the least amount of pancakes you can give me?
Waitress: Um... One, I guess.
Judge: Yes, I think I'll have that.
Also, a force to be reckoned with.
Yup, I gotta say it was a good day.
Got my Job back at the ol' Jimmy Johns. Which as much as I thought sucked before, is still better than having no job at all. Depressing state of affairs I must say.
So I'll be making sandwiches again. But I know now, I shall take it for granted no more. The idea of going to the store, picking out my groceries and BEING ABLE TO PAY FOR THEM!!!! sends chills down my spine. Chills of excitement. I'm kicking up dust now, and it feels good.
I really want to make a trip to New York to visit my brother and some of my friends.
I think the best thing that came out of college is the people I've met. All the fucking amazing friends i've made, and the fact that we're all around the country. Franchise.
I had this really disturbing, mindbending dream last night.
I was middle school aged, and I remember my mother making me hang out with this semi-retarded kid from the neighborhood who's parents wanted him to have friends.
At the begining of the dream I rememeber, it's just me and this kid alone in my bedroom. I was playing video games or something trying to ignore him. He's bumbling about my room, touching things and moving shit. Then all of a sudden he sits next to me and sits still.
Then with no warning or hint, he proceeds to reach over to my crotch and try to touch my weiner.
I freak out and yell at him. I remember not wanting to stop waht I was doing and he was gripping at my pants. Trying to drag my personals out of their cozy home.
The dream meanders from there a bit and I remember my mother making me go to his family's house for a sleep over.
The day starts with us swimming at a creek. His family is there and I wander off a bit to swim by my lonesome. The guy follows me and again struggles to unearth my Apollo 11...uh, 13. I fight him off the best i can in water, battling to keep my trunks on. All the while he's muttering "Uh Wun it... Uh wun it....."
the rest of the dream is me trying to avoid him while I have to stay the night at his house.........
fucked up right? I may need one of you to analyze that for me.
and as messed up as this is going to sound, just know that i'm not some narrow minded biggot or harmfully insensitive to the likes of our green world, but...
Are there gay retarded people? I mean, i'm sure there's got to be right? This is in all seriousness. I'm really interested to know.
hmm....
If there are any mentally challenged people reading this blog I apologize if I've offended.
hmm.....
Sorry, i'm back now. My roomates just unlocked "Tom Sawyer" on Rockband. I had to see it.
Damn I feel like i'm leaving you all without goodies here. Here is a mind altering substance that should satisfy or peak interest.
Crazy right?
The Whachowski's wanted to make it as far removed from reality as possible and as true to the essence of an anime cartoon as they could. Success? Time will tell.
Some parts to me look like Spy Kids shit, but most of the trailer is solid leaving me with a resounding, WTF? type reaction.
I'm' into it, It'd be nice if the movie doesn't try to make me believe in Speedracer and just wants me to enjoy Speedracer.
The problem with most of these comic book, cartoon, video game adaptations is that the filmmakers try so hard to make the concept fit into a realistic world we understand, that they lose the essence of what the idea was about.
Transformers for example. they spent so much time trying to make me believe that robots transforming and beating the shit out of eachother was plausible in my real world, where all I wanted was a silly cartoon concept realised in live action. It wasn't hard to get right, but some how they missed it in spades. Who gives a fuck? Just give me robots and a fun adventerous story rather than waste time on all the technical bullshit. It's escapism not realism. I'll watch my Werner's and my Cassavettes for that. I'm just saying something doesn't have to be plausible or believable for it to be good.
Anhow, I think the wachowski's realize this and are bringin the cartoon to the big screen and not just the idea filtered and mutilated to fit in a "real world" setting that just becomes convoluted and contrived, so much so to be unwatchable.
alright, alright.......
Enough movie shit.
Annisetta has been leaving me comments and I appreciate that, you all feel free to do the same.
Setta is this fine piece from back home that I went to highschool with......yeah we had a thing, but we were both too cool for each other, it just couldn't work.
Okay..... I lied, we didn't have a thing. She's great though. Super awesome. Thanks for the comments.
One more goody then I gotta go to bed. Have to show the open room tomorrow. New roomie!
Here's said goodie:
They made another, boringer version of that video for MTV play, it was fucking awful. This however is beautiful.
Thanks for watching kids.
Night.
P.S.
Visit Marky's blog on the right there. I can't describe to you his earthly influence and universal importance. You have to see for yourself.
We Are The Side Project!!
Friday, December 7, 2007
Jesus is better than Dad!
I have a laptop full of different types of media and creative softwares. I have 61 DVD's, 35 books,30 graphic novels, three guitars and so on and so forth. Yet I can't find a goddamned thing to do with my self.
"......I can't eat, I can't sleep....I can't sleep, I can't dreeeeeem"
OH I know!
haha! Brilliant.
I love Gorillaz. You know they aren't making music anymore.
Go to Gorillaz.com. Kong Studios is abandoned. Sad.
I wonder where we'll see them next.
The masterminds behind the Gorillaz (Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett) just last year worked on this:
Here's a video:
http//:www.monkeyjourneytothewest.com/
God I want to see that! Jamie Hewlett is one of my favorite artist/designers. I've even got the Tank Girl series he drew way back when. He's a fucking madman.
Like I said. Lack of inspiration tonight. I hope you've enjoyed the goodies.
Tomorrow night there will be more.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Here's a cool thing.
The Mars Volta-Wax Simulacra:
There's another new song floating on the consciousness as well called "Goliath". Both tunes are downloadable here:
http://pandatoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-mars-volta-tracks.html
Also new artwork by Jeff Jordan for the singles. January 29, 2008. Can't wait
Nothing else of note tonight.
Hopefully, some new art work from me or photos. Stay tuned.
There's another new song floating on the consciousness as well called "Goliath". Both tunes are downloadable here:
http://pandatoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-mars-volta-tracks.html
Also new artwork by Jeff Jordan for the singles. January 29, 2008. Can't wait
Nothing else of note tonight.
Hopefully, some new art work from me or photos. Stay tuned.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
From the consciousness:
New TDK Poster
Pretty fun. Clever.
Can't wait.
Also a new Iron Man pic:
It's snowing.... has been since 3:30pm. It's covering everything!
Haiku:
I ride my bike here
Too cold to stay outside long
Wish I owned a scarf
another:
I should have sleep soon
The hours are speeding past
Wallflowers play on
Gotta intern again tomorrow.
I'm thinking maybe I should try and grow up a little and apply for a real job in my field. Sound good right?
My god it's still snowing. I may not live out the winter.
Alright my internet is acting shitty. I'm just going to go to bed.
Pretty fun. Clever.
Can't wait.
Also a new Iron Man pic:
It's snowing.... has been since 3:30pm. It's covering everything!
Haiku:
I ride my bike here
Too cold to stay outside long
Wish I owned a scarf
another:
I should have sleep soon
The hours are speeding past
Wallflowers play on
Gotta intern again tomorrow.
I'm thinking maybe I should try and grow up a little and apply for a real job in my field. Sound good right?
My god it's still snowing. I may not live out the winter.
Alright my internet is acting shitty. I'm just going to go to bed.
Monday, December 3, 2007
2012?
Well sweethearts for your sake I hope it'll all be peaches & cream. But I'm afraid the end time is near. The cataclysmic apocalypse referred to in the scriptures of every holy book known to mankind. It will be an era fraught with boundless greed & corruption where global monetary systems disintegrate leaving brother to kill brother for a grain of over cooked rice.
The nations of the civilised world will collapse under the oppressive weight of parasitic political conspiracies which remove all hope & optimism from their once faithful citizens. Around the globe, generations of polluters will be punished for their sins. Unshielded by the O-zone they have successfully depleted, left to bake in the searing naked rays of light.
Wholesale assassinations served to destabilise every remaining government, leaving the starving & wicked to fend
for themselves. Bloodthirsty renegade cyborgs created by tax dodging corporations reek havoc. Pissed off androids tired of being slaves to a godless & gutless system, where the rich get richer & the poor get fucked over and out, unleash total world wide destruction by means of nuclear holocaust, annihilating the terrified masses, leaving in its
torturous wake nothing but vicious, cannibalistic, mutating, radiating, and horribly disfigured hordes of satanic killers, bent on revenge, but against whom? There are so few left alive.
Starvation reigns supreme, forcing unlucky survivors to eat anything & anyone in their path. Massive earthquakes crack the planets crust like a hollow egg shell, causing unending volcanic eruptions.
Creatures of the seven seas,unable to escape the certain death upon land, boil in their liquid prison.
Disease then circles the earth, plagues & viruses with no known cause or cure laying waste to whatever draws breath, and human-kind having proven itself to be nothing more than a race of ruthless scavengers, fall victim to merciless attacks at the hands of interplanetary alien tribes who seek to conquer our charred remains.
This is Extinction Level Event, The Final World Front. And there are only, five, years, left.
ELE - 1998
The nations of the civilised world will collapse under the oppressive weight of parasitic political conspiracies which remove all hope & optimism from their once faithful citizens. Around the globe, generations of polluters will be punished for their sins. Unshielded by the O-zone they have successfully depleted, left to bake in the searing naked rays of light.
Wholesale assassinations served to destabilise every remaining government, leaving the starving & wicked to fend
for themselves. Bloodthirsty renegade cyborgs created by tax dodging corporations reek havoc. Pissed off androids tired of being slaves to a godless & gutless system, where the rich get richer & the poor get fucked over and out, unleash total world wide destruction by means of nuclear holocaust, annihilating the terrified masses, leaving in its
torturous wake nothing but vicious, cannibalistic, mutating, radiating, and horribly disfigured hordes of satanic killers, bent on revenge, but against whom? There are so few left alive.
Starvation reigns supreme, forcing unlucky survivors to eat anything & anyone in their path. Massive earthquakes crack the planets crust like a hollow egg shell, causing unending volcanic eruptions.
Creatures of the seven seas,unable to escape the certain death upon land, boil in their liquid prison.
Disease then circles the earth, plagues & viruses with no known cause or cure laying waste to whatever draws breath, and human-kind having proven itself to be nothing more than a race of ruthless scavengers, fall victim to merciless attacks at the hands of interplanetary alien tribes who seek to conquer our charred remains.
This is Extinction Level Event, The Final World Front. And there are only, five, years, left.
ELE - 1998
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Previously on X-men..........
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmm.........back! And tired of all this racket! I cool to freezing betta whear a jacket! I laugh in the face of adversity! Got a degree in pimpin' at my university! I'm smart as hell, got on the dean's list cause I did so well!...........uh......
Okay, so.... I thought a freestyle would be a good opening, but it's hard work and I was never on the dean's list.
EPISODE III: The Crying Shame
I woke up at 3:30pm today. Went to sleep at 6:00am. I know, I know. I've got a horrible sleeping schedule.
It snowed this morning and North Western Ave. was blanketed in white. Beautiful and horrifying. It wasn't enough to just snow and be nice and cozy but it had to rain directly after. And I'm not sure if you're aware but the city I live in has this awful but, fitting nickname. To keep from sounding judgmental, I'll just assume you know what it is. So with freezing temperatures and fresh rain you get a vivid glimpse of what hell on earth looks like. Jake, Andrea and I, finally made our way out of the apartment to visit the local monetary franchise. Once outside we saw something that, i think the three of us have never witnessed in person.
So, instead of a little red Dodge Neon, think more of like those big white pods from cocoon, except translucent. A perfect, seemless, plastic wrapping of ice, covered the car. We need that car to get to the bank! The ice on the windshield alone was maybe half a centimeter. May not sound like a lot, but that shit's hard to scrape off. I think if it wasn't so damn, blistering cold outside, we would have spent more time marveling its arctic splendor. But, fuck that!
The doors won't open! Okay there they go! Get in!
We got the doors open and then turned on the car to warm it up. We almost gave up and just went back upstairs, cause, we don't know....
But, we waited the extra minute and notice the ice begin to melt. I attempted to scrape once more. At first nothing, and then something! Once I put some muscle into it (imagine rippling biceps) that sorry ice just flew right off. It was actually a lot of fun. You know, this whole growing up and being responsible thing. I was like my dad during winter, except without all the swearing and racial epithets(joking dad).
So we didn't have to go and be comfy and warm in that silly old apartment. Nay! To the bank to give our souls away to the man!
Anyshmeh....
I got my deposit done and Andrea hers, then we went to eat mexican food at TAQUERIA SUPER BURRITO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Near my apartment. The walk there was somewhat of an adventure in itself, seeing as how someone stretched a regulation sized NHL Ice rink across the lentgh of Western Ave. I'm happy to report that we did not die. And we're better off for it.
The rest of the day went by in somewhat of a sharp, icy cold, blur.
I worked on some music for a while. Couldn't get into. Let me just say, being a metal god is hard work and everyday can't be the adequate amount of said metal. Lack of inspiration I guess.
I really do feel like a lot more happened though.
hmm.........
Oh yeah!
So i've been playing this new ROCKBAND game with my roomates.
I haven't told you about that. Jake, Matty and Stephen sat outside of a Best Buy in Schaumberg, IL, from 8pm 'til midnight. Just so we can have our stake at owning what ultimately turned out to be a dissapointment and then somehow beyond our wildest dreams. Jake paid.
So the game is great! Really fun. But the first night our guitar broke (not an old one but the new one from the Rockband kit). How shitty is that? And the interface is a fucking nightmare of retard ingenuity. It took half an hour just to play "Celebrity Skin" by Hole! God, Hole sucked. But we did get some kicks out that night. Makes you feel like you're in a real band. A band comprised of immature gaming nerds and plastic instruments.
Wait, that reminds me...... I may joke about how funny and ridiculous the whole concept is, but the game is damn fun. I've heard a bunch of assholes with the same well rehearsed argument of "If you put in half the time you spend with that fucking game you'd know a real instrument by now.....faggot" Well, you know what..... I play and instrument, infact three. That's what I spend the other half on. Dick!
It's a video game, a well executed video game that isn't about playing the instrument, it's about coordination and having a good time with you're friends. Which, i'm sorry to tell you Johnny master drums and Stevie bass god, is what life's about! SO take your years of skill, adoring fans and mounds of pre teen vag and go to hell!!
so...
That's what i've been doing with my spare-spare time. Looking for a job is fun too!
Well, I think I've written enough for tonight. Well's dry.
Oh, before I go..
I'd like to thank Teeny, Edna and Annisetta for their comments on the previous posts, precisely what I need. You are the best!
And to all, thanks for reading and i'll talk to you tomorrow sweet thangs..........
This Episode has been brought to you by the fine folks and EA and Harmonix. ROCKBAND "It won't get you pussy, but it will make you stop feeling like one!"
*Cha-Ching!
Okay, so.... I thought a freestyle would be a good opening, but it's hard work and I was never on the dean's list.
EPISODE III: The Crying Shame
I woke up at 3:30pm today. Went to sleep at 6:00am. I know, I know. I've got a horrible sleeping schedule.
It snowed this morning and North Western Ave. was blanketed in white. Beautiful and horrifying. It wasn't enough to just snow and be nice and cozy but it had to rain directly after. And I'm not sure if you're aware but the city I live in has this awful but, fitting nickname. To keep from sounding judgmental, I'll just assume you know what it is. So with freezing temperatures and fresh rain you get a vivid glimpse of what hell on earth looks like. Jake, Andrea and I, finally made our way out of the apartment to visit the local monetary franchise. Once outside we saw something that, i think the three of us have never witnessed in person.
So, instead of a little red Dodge Neon, think more of like those big white pods from cocoon, except translucent. A perfect, seemless, plastic wrapping of ice, covered the car. We need that car to get to the bank! The ice on the windshield alone was maybe half a centimeter. May not sound like a lot, but that shit's hard to scrape off. I think if it wasn't so damn, blistering cold outside, we would have spent more time marveling its arctic splendor. But, fuck that!
The doors won't open! Okay there they go! Get in!
We got the doors open and then turned on the car to warm it up. We almost gave up and just went back upstairs, cause, we don't know....
But, we waited the extra minute and notice the ice begin to melt. I attempted to scrape once more. At first nothing, and then something! Once I put some muscle into it (imagine rippling biceps) that sorry ice just flew right off. It was actually a lot of fun. You know, this whole growing up and being responsible thing. I was like my dad during winter, except without all the swearing and racial epithets(joking dad).
So we didn't have to go and be comfy and warm in that silly old apartment. Nay! To the bank to give our souls away to the man!
Anyshmeh....
I got my deposit done and Andrea hers, then we went to eat mexican food at TAQUERIA SUPER BURRITO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Near my apartment. The walk there was somewhat of an adventure in itself, seeing as how someone stretched a regulation sized NHL Ice rink across the lentgh of Western Ave. I'm happy to report that we did not die. And we're better off for it.
The rest of the day went by in somewhat of a sharp, icy cold, blur.
I worked on some music for a while. Couldn't get into. Let me just say, being a metal god is hard work and everyday can't be the adequate amount of said metal. Lack of inspiration I guess.
I really do feel like a lot more happened though.
hmm.........
Oh yeah!
So i've been playing this new ROCKBAND game with my roomates.
I haven't told you about that. Jake, Matty and Stephen sat outside of a Best Buy in Schaumberg, IL, from 8pm 'til midnight. Just so we can have our stake at owning what ultimately turned out to be a dissapointment and then somehow beyond our wildest dreams. Jake paid.
So the game is great! Really fun. But the first night our guitar broke (not an old one but the new one from the Rockband kit). How shitty is that? And the interface is a fucking nightmare of retard ingenuity. It took half an hour just to play "Celebrity Skin" by Hole! God, Hole sucked. But we did get some kicks out that night. Makes you feel like you're in a real band. A band comprised of immature gaming nerds and plastic instruments.
Wait, that reminds me...... I may joke about how funny and ridiculous the whole concept is, but the game is damn fun. I've heard a bunch of assholes with the same well rehearsed argument of "If you put in half the time you spend with that fucking game you'd know a real instrument by now.....faggot" Well, you know what..... I play and instrument, infact three. That's what I spend the other half on. Dick!
It's a video game, a well executed video game that isn't about playing the instrument, it's about coordination and having a good time with you're friends. Which, i'm sorry to tell you Johnny master drums and Stevie bass god, is what life's about! SO take your years of skill, adoring fans and mounds of pre teen vag and go to hell!!
so...
That's what i've been doing with my spare-spare time. Looking for a job is fun too!
Well, I think I've written enough for tonight. Well's dry.
Oh, before I go..
I'd like to thank Teeny, Edna and Annisetta for their comments on the previous posts, precisely what I need. You are the best!
And to all, thanks for reading and i'll talk to you tomorrow sweet thangs..........
This Episode has been brought to you by the fine folks and EA and Harmonix. ROCKBAND "It won't get you pussy, but it will make you stop feeling like one!"
*Cha-Ching!
Saturday, December 1, 2007
In elementary school I peed my pants alot. Paradise compared to my high school years.
Int. interrogation room - night.
A surly, greasy haired, ill-shaven, neatderthal behind a badge sifts through a leather binder full of notes and plastic dividers.
Across from him sits a balding, lens eyed, slacker wearing a modest beard.
Cop:... The family was found with multiple stab wounds to vital areas of the body, some of them ranging in the hundreds. Both pre-teen, twin girls were molested with objects from the family's entertainment system. The youngest, a five year old boy was hung from the ceiling fan with his own bed sheets, both hands cut off and submerged in the family's fish tank. Both mother and father blugeoned to death with their own severed limbs and placed precisley to resemble thanksgiving dinner at the kitchen table. The family dog, found, gutted and stuffed with old baby clothes from the attic. Its carcass shoved, carelessly, into the ventilation system.
Now, I'm going to ask you straight out. We have all the evidence we need to convict you. Nothing you say here can, in any way prove your innocence. I just want to hear you admit it. Did you murder the Dobson family?
Slacker: Yes!
Cop: So you admit it!? You sick son of a bitch! You are a monster! A goddamned horror show! How can you sit there smiling?
Slacker: Wait? What?.......
Cop: Excuse me?
Slacker: Oh...ha ha ha, No. I thought you asked if I'd seen Home Alone. No, I didn't kill them.
So.........
Evil Knievil died.
I know most people are saddened by this news, but I for one find comfort in his death. And I think a congratulations are in order. Wait....wait.... let me finish.
This man in all his glory, looked death in the face, not once, but hundreds of times and gave that scythe carrying, do gooder, a hearty, good ol' american FUCK YOU.
I think we all should learn from his example. With no more than cape, motorcycle and the red, white and blue by his side.
Thank you Evil. You mean the world to us. Rest in peace.
In other news....
I'm still jobless. Still feel pretty good though.
I applied to the local grocery today. It'd be nice to get a call back, at this point I just need something steady. I don't know about you but i'm too high maintenance to be homeless.
I hope all is well with those of you out there. My friends and well wishers.
I got an advance copy of the new Wu-Tang album. "8 Diagrams". Let me tell you, it just doesn't get any better than this. If this album was a sweet lady, I would take it to a fancy dinner. I would wear unripped jeans, a clean (oh yes) t-shirt, maybe even a nice cardigan. I would pull out the chair for her and make shure her fine ass got in it alright. Then I'd light candles, one for me one for her. In this fantasy, I have a job, and everything on the menu would be some kind of lobster dish. She could have it all. Then later when we are laying down to make love - I would give her a Barry White talk down and foot massage. Then my clothes would slide off and she'd rub hot oil all over my ripped, hard, muscular frame (100% truth) then her clothes would be slowly withdrawn by cheribs that look like baby versions of me. Carmen Consoli would kick in on my 21.1 sound system that i've invented and we would make love for one year straight, therein I would only take breaks to wipe up and maybe get a sandwich.
Oh yes.....Wu-Tang!!!
Also the new Ghostface album is good too.
I was out tonight at Live Band Karaoke. You sing, they play, it's awesome. There's this female guitarist who plays every once in a while and she's so fucking amazing. They know like 200 hundered songs and she knows all those solos. I know like two solos maybe. Actually not really. But man, she's so good. I wish I was her freind. Anywho, I didn't get to sing tonight, but I have a few times. One time I sang "Paradise city" by GNR, and realized, as the song began that I only knew the chorus, none of the verses. Man, and that song is looooong. So I made an ass of myself and the MC yelled at. But the other times i've gone up I did alright. My favorite was getting to sing Tool, I fuckin' ripped that shit up.
I covered Mariah Carey's "Always Be My Baby" with my little acoustic guitar.
I thought up that little scene up top while trying to fall asleep. I think it's funny. Most may not. If you do though please respond in the comments with you're own scenario. That would be fun right?
Serina read my last post. That makes me feel good. She said it was dramatic. I agree. but shame on you for pointing that out. Joking.
Alright, i'm losing it here.
Watch the Futurama movie - Bender's Big Score. Then, again, in the comments, lets me know what you think.
Night, night.
A surly, greasy haired, ill-shaven, neatderthal behind a badge sifts through a leather binder full of notes and plastic dividers.
Across from him sits a balding, lens eyed, slacker wearing a modest beard.
Cop:... The family was found with multiple stab wounds to vital areas of the body, some of them ranging in the hundreds. Both pre-teen, twin girls were molested with objects from the family's entertainment system. The youngest, a five year old boy was hung from the ceiling fan with his own bed sheets, both hands cut off and submerged in the family's fish tank. Both mother and father blugeoned to death with their own severed limbs and placed precisley to resemble thanksgiving dinner at the kitchen table. The family dog, found, gutted and stuffed with old baby clothes from the attic. Its carcass shoved, carelessly, into the ventilation system.
Now, I'm going to ask you straight out. We have all the evidence we need to convict you. Nothing you say here can, in any way prove your innocence. I just want to hear you admit it. Did you murder the Dobson family?
Slacker: Yes!
Cop: So you admit it!? You sick son of a bitch! You are a monster! A goddamned horror show! How can you sit there smiling?
Slacker: Wait? What?.......
Cop: Excuse me?
Slacker: Oh...ha ha ha, No. I thought you asked if I'd seen Home Alone. No, I didn't kill them.
So.........
Evil Knievil died.
I know most people are saddened by this news, but I for one find comfort in his death. And I think a congratulations are in order. Wait....wait.... let me finish.
This man in all his glory, looked death in the face, not once, but hundreds of times and gave that scythe carrying, do gooder, a hearty, good ol' american FUCK YOU.
I think we all should learn from his example. With no more than cape, motorcycle and the red, white and blue by his side.
Thank you Evil. You mean the world to us. Rest in peace.
In other news....
I'm still jobless. Still feel pretty good though.
I applied to the local grocery today. It'd be nice to get a call back, at this point I just need something steady. I don't know about you but i'm too high maintenance to be homeless.
I hope all is well with those of you out there. My friends and well wishers.
I got an advance copy of the new Wu-Tang album. "8 Diagrams". Let me tell you, it just doesn't get any better than this. If this album was a sweet lady, I would take it to a fancy dinner. I would wear unripped jeans, a clean (oh yes) t-shirt, maybe even a nice cardigan. I would pull out the chair for her and make shure her fine ass got in it alright. Then I'd light candles, one for me one for her. In this fantasy, I have a job, and everything on the menu would be some kind of lobster dish. She could have it all. Then later when we are laying down to make love - I would give her a Barry White talk down and foot massage. Then my clothes would slide off and she'd rub hot oil all over my ripped, hard, muscular frame (100% truth) then her clothes would be slowly withdrawn by cheribs that look like baby versions of me. Carmen Consoli would kick in on my 21.1 sound system that i've invented and we would make love for one year straight, therein I would only take breaks to wipe up and maybe get a sandwich.
Oh yes.....Wu-Tang!!!
Also the new Ghostface album is good too.
I was out tonight at Live Band Karaoke. You sing, they play, it's awesome. There's this female guitarist who plays every once in a while and she's so fucking amazing. They know like 200 hundered songs and she knows all those solos. I know like two solos maybe. Actually not really. But man, she's so good. I wish I was her freind. Anywho, I didn't get to sing tonight, but I have a few times. One time I sang "Paradise city" by GNR, and realized, as the song began that I only knew the chorus, none of the verses. Man, and that song is looooong. So I made an ass of myself and the MC yelled at. But the other times i've gone up I did alright. My favorite was getting to sing Tool, I fuckin' ripped that shit up.
I covered Mariah Carey's "Always Be My Baby" with my little acoustic guitar.
I thought up that little scene up top while trying to fall asleep. I think it's funny. Most may not. If you do though please respond in the comments with you're own scenario. That would be fun right?
Serina read my last post. That makes me feel good. She said it was dramatic. I agree. but shame on you for pointing that out. Joking.
Alright, i'm losing it here.
Watch the Futurama movie - Bender's Big Score. Then, again, in the comments, lets me know what you think.
Night, night.
Friday, November 30, 2007
I Am Blogger
Today I spent a few hours downloading as many songs as I could remember from my middle and high school years. Also at one point I spent quite a few days (not the whole days) downloading Billboard hit singles by year. I have this huge playlist of songs on my itunes from 1984 to 2002, well, I stopped aroun 1987.
I have this driving urge to explore my past through music. I use this music, or even a single song like a push pin to hang moments of my life, trying to map it out. It seems i've been doing this since early childhood, and it's only now that I have to find each and every one of those songs, to explore how I felt all those days, weeks, months and years ago. I'm sure i'm not the only one. I watched a lot of Rapcity: The Basement in highschool. I grew up on that stuff. A lot of that shit is hard to find because not many of those artists made the billboard charts or the top tens or anything like that. god I remember just watching and watching after school finding ways to relate to whatever the hell most of those artists were talking about.
You see... there's this puzzle to my life that I'm just now starting to collect the pieces for, and put together.
1,1,2,3,5,8,etc.
I was, I am, I look back, then look forward.... I am. Repeat. That's life. Fibbionacci numbers.
It's true, It's true!
It's 4:30am and i'm doing pretty good. I've got no job, but feel great.
I thought of a song lyric I want to use. It doesn't have a rhyming part to it yet, but I'll figure that out later.
"You put photos in a box in piles instead of one by one......" And it will go on to something or be the middle of something.
I have others but I can't think of them right now. For a while I was feverishly writing these simple little folky/pop tunes. I still do , just not as feverishly. So I constantly get these ideas for lyrics. I'm too lazy to write it on paper so I try and remember. I thought of the photo one yesterday so it's still fresh, but I've lost a lot of parts to unwritten and unthought songs.
Yesterday Frank and I broke into the AMC downtown and saw "I'm Not There". I didn't get a lot of it at first, and then since I didn't really know anything about Dylan, I didn't get any of it after a while. But I did get what the movie was saying and taking from the characters what I understood through their emotions. Then I went home and learned a little about Dylan and the concept of the movie. Turns out I didn't have to worry about not getting it because, I did, get it. Just was unsure. The more I think about the film the more I just goddamn love it. Analagous and undefined.
Also a few days ago i saw "Enchanted" with Ian and his friends Billy and Mary. Ian had to see it for a project he's apart of so we came along. I wasn't paying for my ticket so I was just going to go to sleep. The movie starts and visually it was intriguing, real slick. Anyhow... the movie starts as a cartoon and then becomes live action. Bullshit right?
Wrong!
I know what you're thinking, I saw those very same billboards, and that same shitty trailer. But in all honesty and without fabrication. That movie is pretty damn good. Clever, funny and surprising. It gets better and better as it moves along. I was a complete skeptic and kept trying to find reasons to hate it, but by god they would not come. I know no one believes me, but if you do get the chance see it. You'd be doing yourself a favor. And if you can see it with kids(most likely you would anyway). These kids behind us had the funniest reactions. When the main characters kiss or there is romance of any kind on screen the kids would yell "gross!" or "Ew!" Those fucking kids got the comedy too and some of that shit was subtle! They would belt out laughs even louder than Ian who could not contain himself! My friends, I was dealt a well played hand by the movie devils. They got me, and my ass was thouroughly served.
Other media of note:
Mahavishnu Orchestra - if you like prog rock or fusion and don't know them....please know them.
The Dark Knight Viral Campaign (Joblo.com for more info)- Batman damnit! Batman!
Into the Wild - one of the most beautiful and haunting books i've ever read. Haven't seen the movie yet.
I Am Legend - fantastic vampire story. Possible shitty movie. Currently writing my own adaptation, sans Batman and Robin/I robot writer's bullshit.
The Warriors - Always and Forever.
Alright enough of that.
I'm shooting a short film this sunday. The first of Hopefully many to come while here in Chicago.
I'm sure there's more to say, but by jove! I just can't think of it. I'll be back tomorrow night to continue.
Welcome to my blog. I hope this is a lasting fufilling relationship. If not I at least hope the sex is great....even decent.
I have this driving urge to explore my past through music. I use this music, or even a single song like a push pin to hang moments of my life, trying to map it out. It seems i've been doing this since early childhood, and it's only now that I have to find each and every one of those songs, to explore how I felt all those days, weeks, months and years ago. I'm sure i'm not the only one. I watched a lot of Rapcity: The Basement in highschool. I grew up on that stuff. A lot of that shit is hard to find because not many of those artists made the billboard charts or the top tens or anything like that. god I remember just watching and watching after school finding ways to relate to whatever the hell most of those artists were talking about.
You see... there's this puzzle to my life that I'm just now starting to collect the pieces for, and put together.
1,1,2,3,5,8,etc.
I was, I am, I look back, then look forward.... I am. Repeat. That's life. Fibbionacci numbers.
It's true, It's true!
It's 4:30am and i'm doing pretty good. I've got no job, but feel great.
I thought of a song lyric I want to use. It doesn't have a rhyming part to it yet, but I'll figure that out later.
"You put photos in a box in piles instead of one by one......" And it will go on to something or be the middle of something.
I have others but I can't think of them right now. For a while I was feverishly writing these simple little folky/pop tunes. I still do , just not as feverishly. So I constantly get these ideas for lyrics. I'm too lazy to write it on paper so I try and remember. I thought of the photo one yesterday so it's still fresh, but I've lost a lot of parts to unwritten and unthought songs.
Yesterday Frank and I broke into the AMC downtown and saw "I'm Not There". I didn't get a lot of it at first, and then since I didn't really know anything about Dylan, I didn't get any of it after a while. But I did get what the movie was saying and taking from the characters what I understood through their emotions. Then I went home and learned a little about Dylan and the concept of the movie. Turns out I didn't have to worry about not getting it because, I did, get it. Just was unsure. The more I think about the film the more I just goddamn love it. Analagous and undefined.
Also a few days ago i saw "Enchanted" with Ian and his friends Billy and Mary. Ian had to see it for a project he's apart of so we came along. I wasn't paying for my ticket so I was just going to go to sleep. The movie starts and visually it was intriguing, real slick. Anyhow... the movie starts as a cartoon and then becomes live action. Bullshit right?
Wrong!
I know what you're thinking, I saw those very same billboards, and that same shitty trailer. But in all honesty and without fabrication. That movie is pretty damn good. Clever, funny and surprising. It gets better and better as it moves along. I was a complete skeptic and kept trying to find reasons to hate it, but by god they would not come. I know no one believes me, but if you do get the chance see it. You'd be doing yourself a favor. And if you can see it with kids(most likely you would anyway). These kids behind us had the funniest reactions. When the main characters kiss or there is romance of any kind on screen the kids would yell "gross!" or "Ew!" Those fucking kids got the comedy too and some of that shit was subtle! They would belt out laughs even louder than Ian who could not contain himself! My friends, I was dealt a well played hand by the movie devils. They got me, and my ass was thouroughly served.
Other media of note:
Mahavishnu Orchestra - if you like prog rock or fusion and don't know them....please know them.
The Dark Knight Viral Campaign (Joblo.com for more info)- Batman damnit! Batman!
Into the Wild - one of the most beautiful and haunting books i've ever read. Haven't seen the movie yet.
I Am Legend - fantastic vampire story. Possible shitty movie. Currently writing my own adaptation, sans Batman and Robin/I robot writer's bullshit.
The Warriors - Always and Forever.
Alright enough of that.
I'm shooting a short film this sunday. The first of Hopefully many to come while here in Chicago.
I'm sure there's more to say, but by jove! I just can't think of it. I'll be back tomorrow night to continue.
Welcome to my blog. I hope this is a lasting fufilling relationship. If not I at least hope the sex is great....even decent.
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