Friday, November 9, 2007

superpsychosystematiccraniumexplosionsgalore

Swimming down the street (I can't actually swim) the other day I saw something I had never seen before. So I continued on down the road being sure that the rats who controled the sewers didn't get a glimpse of my new watch, the one with the three hands (made around Chernobyl). Those bastards will steal anything they can get their oven mits on.

Now, some people say sayings that we all know. And others just make 'em up. I've never been a big fan. The best things are always dropped. I learned that too.

Why do we have an abudance of rocks and not enough water? Let's just drink rocks. I know what you're saying, "Christmas Oreos before Thanksgiving?" I agree. Beside, rocks are easily placed in sacks and backpacks and carried around. Water's a drag.

I've never believed in mush. But sometimes...sometimes I wish, for just one second, people would all stop, take their allergy medicine and smell the roses. After they discover I've replaced them with plastic flowers, the looks on their faces will be priceless. I'll take a picture and put it on my MySpace profile. The caption'll read: "What I am you'll become. What you are now I once was." No one will understand (or undersit).

Anyway, back to my road story. I was in Washington D.C. the other day and boy are my arms tired! Between the left and the right lies the middle and I had to deal with all sides of the Rubik's cube to stand any chance of leaving there having received my fair shake. It was vanilla and delicious. Thanks for asking.

Break me off a piece of that rat-a-tat-tat (for copyright reasons). Ever imagined having to save the world? It scares me to think what I might have to do if cats realised their full potential. They have claws and Night Lites for eyes! They don't need no lasers. We've been wasting our time all these years looking for the...

Ever consider the true meaning of numbers? What makes one absolutly one? What if it's 1.00000001 and we've been wrong all these years? It'd be easy to fix if we caught it on time. I fear it's too late. How can something change it's value from one (.00000001) day to the next? Something's seriously wrong with that.


Going to class I always see a combination of symbols scratched into the concrete that I have learned to decifer and understand. The message goes: "Everything you know is wrong." Is that weird or what? Chills went down my spine. My sguigglysplosh skipped a beat. But then I had a thought. After that passed I decided I was Wright and the message had it all wrong. I mean, if everything I knew was wrong my world would be upside down. Sorry, our world (I gave up my world domination kick a couple of weeks ago). That is unacceptable. Then I wouldn't be able to understand the symbols. What if I misinterpreted it? It would have no meaning and I'd always know Is Wright. Does thaaaaat make any cents? Lazy piece of no good, scraggly unimported sippy nonsense. Get off of my cloud. Let me enjoy the sight of a sky half full of stars (the rest moved to a better neighborhood).

And fireworks too.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Man, the Yankees SUCK

The Red Sox are about to start so I'll make this short. Washington, D.C. is a weird place. It was actually hotter than Las Cruces or El Paso on Tuesday, but today it's really cold and foggy. Marble looks cool. I want a house with at least one room full of marble(s) like in the Supreme Court.

I, apparently, look like a person from New York or D.C. Two people told me this. I think that's a pretty good consensus. The thing is I don't like New York and I wouldn't want to live in Washington. The state, yes, the city, no. And just because I look angry on the subway and while walking around the city? C'mon. Most people just look busy, not angry.

I CAN have a good time with a group of people. I used to...wait, first pitch...okay, I used to think I couldn't have a good time with people because I'm too boring and DON'T LIKE PEOPLE. But that's not true. I don't like STUPID people. These types of people are loud and stupid. It magnifies their idiocy and my impatience. Then I have to go run the stairs to work off my feelings of killing said people. It's the same reason why I want to destroy Dane Cook. He just yells and isn't funny! I can't understand why anyone would want to listen or see that.

But I am good in situations with less stupidity. Or at least measured stupidity. Smart stupidity. Elitist stupidity.

Okay, I have to concentrate on the game.

Maybe more girls would like me if I wrote crappy songs with stupid lyrics. It seems to work. If only I was like John Belushi in Animal House when he smashes that guy's guitar. That would be great. Breaking things is fun. I think that's the opposite of what I just said I wanted to be. I can write terrible lyrics just as easily as I can break things though. Something for me to consider.

This had nothing to do with the Yankees. I just like to say they suck (Hi Jessica!).


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Monday, September 24, 2007

Things are GREAT!

The Raiders finally won! And the Aggies don't have a losing record four games into the season! And the Birthday Bash was a success! Everything looks like it's going right for the ole "For Real Deal" (that's me by the way). It sure looks that way.

I think I've really lucked into a couple of things happening. For one, I have a great staff that is, for the most part, very ambitious. They kick ass. And they make me look better than I actually do (though not in pictures, where I look terrible recently). My flag football team (it's not mine) is good, but not because of me. We have added some good players and, though I haven't played horrible, have made up for my lack of talent or athletic ability.

I don't know. I should really be happy about everything that's happened recently. It's all just a distraction though. It just doesn't seem important...except for when I worry and stay up all night (like right now). I think I need to concentrate on school more. That means I'll be at work less (where I usually just hang out by myself) and at my apartment more (where I'll study by myself). Pretty good plan if I don't say so myself but I do (you should read that last sentence as one big run-on). I think I'd have more friends if I didn't hate being in large groups of people. I just get quieter and quieter until I leave. Unless I'm at a sporting event. But then I'm not "having fun," I'm sort of mad the whole time. And when the game's over my stomach usually hurts because my abs have been clenched the whole time.

By this time next year I should be in some other place doing some other thing. I'll put money on me not liking it. It's a special talent I have. But, after I leave and no longer have to pay for school (debt notwithstanding) and live by myself for the first time, I'll be able to get a phonograph and start a REAL record collection. That would be pretty cool. I'll throw all my effort into that, I think.

I kept hearing about his cat, Nick Drake. I decided to check his stuff out and it's really good. There's too much to listen to. I'm trying to learn so much about so many artists and styles. I can't be an expert in everything and it's KILLING me! And John Cale's version of "Heartbreak Hotel" is amazing! It's on my player thing on my page.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Apathy and Selfishness

Photograph showing Attorney General Robert F. ...Image via Wikipedia
Apathy is the worst disease. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. We're all so cool that we can't care about anything. Caring would expose us to how weak we actually are.

I say this because of something I heard from a student in a government class. He said his professor bestowed upon voting the classification of insignificant, saying the only reason we vote is to "feel good about ourselves." What a bunch of crap! This is the reason no one votes. "It doesn't matter," we tell ourselves, "What's the point?"

But there is a point. If everyone voted it would count. We let everyone decide everything for us. Stupid people. People who shouldn't given power at all. And we let them. These people are easily frightened by the crap politician spew all the time. God this. God that. Using God as their own personal meal ticket to political office. It's like doublespeak, you know? God is supposed to be loving and forgiving and the politicians say that's what they believe in too, and then turn around and state position as far away from loving it is almost comical (which is probably why the Daily Show and Colbert Report are so popular, they expose the comedy in the stupidity).

So everyone gets apathetic and gives up, thinking this is the way it always has to be. IT ISN'T! DAMNIT! Our generation gives up too easy. This goes for everything. We're just too selfish. We want to feel good, feel important. That's the reason why we're so apathetic. Nobody wants to be the one guy at a sporting event yelling all alone whilst the rest of the crowd looks on at this psycho (you shouldn't stare, it makes me feel uncomfortable). We HAVE to fit in and keep our pride; yet, we still want to be individuals. It's strange the way we brand ourselves.

We listen to crappy music because KLAQ and Power 102 tells us to. Then they call it "alternative" or "gangsta" and we buy it. It's still mainstream, homogenized crap (I've moved on from voting). Now we're different even though we're all doing the same thing, thinking the same thoughts, dressing the same. It's pathetic. The same thing goes for the t.v. shows we watch, the video games we play and on and on.

However, I don't think that it tricks us subconsciously because we still strive to be individuals in our own groups of like-minded idiots. This leads us to drug ourselves with alcohol or whatever else (drugs, perscription or otherwise, and any other addictions) we can get our hands on or do. Now we can't feel. Bad or otherwise

Then we're lonely and want to feel like part of a group. So we do the same stupid things we did to not feel like not individuals (because you can do the same things in a group setting too!). Oh, the fun in partying! And we all have the same craaaaazy stories!

I think that's how the peace movement fell apart. They were too selfish. What started in the 50's with the Civil Rights Movement (nearly completly unselfish) became a ghetto/slum exemplified by the Haight-Ashbury district in San Fransisco (then completly selfish). You see, being unselfish is hard. We don't want to do it. Nobody really wants to be a martyr. Not regular people at least. After awhile "free love" became just a bunch of dirty kids who protested because they had nothing better to do after waking from drug and alcohol induced stupors. The whole free love thing is a great idea, but we can't execute it. To do something for the betterment of everyone, you have to be completly unselfish. So you can say you don't want to hate, whatever, but you will eventually only be looking out for yourself. Whatever feels good TO YOU. No longer what IS good for everyone.

I can't stand that. But I'm the same way. I think I hate selfishness and apathy because I am the same way. It's not like I do anything. It's hard. Nobody's on your side. Everyone's too apathetic and nobody wants to be standing alone yelling for something nobody cares about. Maybe we all need the fear of God to make us act...OR...

We should care about more than just our image.

Did I go off topic? Probably. I don't want to go back and read everything over again. I hope I tied everything together. If not? I'm going to take a shower, brush my teeth and go to bed. I don't care.

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Wednesday, September 5, 2007

I Should Eat a Pony

I'm so happy now! I was finally able to run three miles without stopping! That may not sound like that impressive, but my knees have been hurting and keeping me from getting past 2.5 miles (not to mention being badly out of shape). I also run on the outside track, so it's more than tree miles (yeah, that's right tree miles, they're longer than normal miles). Running helps me clear my mind. Too many stupid things running through it (but I'm faster, damnit, stupid complicated situations).

And flag football starts next week. We actually look like we have a good team!

And I'm listening to a great song right now. "How Can Love Hurt So Much" by The Knack. It's beautiful. "There Goes My Gun" by Pixies is pretty damn good too (Media Player is on shuffle, at the radio station at one in the morning I can sing as loud as I want).

The Brothers Soloman comes out this week (with Will Arnet and Will Forte). Come on. Who wants to go see that too?

Saturday, September 1, 2007

I’m Looking for a New Friend

Image representing MySpace as depicted in Crun...Image via CrunchBase
Well, one of the three actual people on my myspace top friends thing deleted his profile. That means there is a spot opening up! I don't like having people I don't know on there (even though Demetri Martin is hilarious, I don't actually know him) I will be taking applications for an undefined period of time until I find that new friend. It could be you! But it probably won't be because I expect millions of applications.

Here are some of the qualifications and requirments for the job and the honor of being one of my top friends:

1) I like peanut butter cookies. If you can make peanut butter cookies or otherwise have some way of obtaining peanut butter cookies (i.e. you can murder a baker and steal cookies, or your mom can make 'em) that would be a good start.
2) You'll have to pass the cool test which consists of liking good music (as defined by me, the upmost authority on cool), liking Arrested Development (the t.v. show) and/or 30 Rock and liking Mitch Hedberg.
3) Having a large collection of movies is always a plus. I like comedies especially, but I also really like gangster (and gangsta) movies. I've seen The Godfather and Goodfellas a million times. And even though I've seen many others, I would like to expand my knowledge of those sorts of movies.
4) You'll be expected to listen to my pointed rantings on pointless topics that will eventually go off topic. Oh, yeah. I make everything about myself. I can't help it. I'm the subject I know the most about. And I will constantly talk about the same crap over and over again. The same bands. The same t.v. shows. The same movies. So have patience. And speaking of patients, I'm probably going to need knee surgery some time in the near future. So if you're a doctor, that's a plus.
5) You should probably be strange. I like odd people because they're interesting. Not strange people are boring.
6) And finally, I like money. I accept, in fact, welcome bribes. My job doesn't pay too much and I have amassed a nice little amount of debt while in school.
7) Oh...Also have interesting stories to tell. Even if they're not that interesting, I'm probably interested. I like hearing about other people's lives.

So there you go. Just shoot me a message on the myspace or email or a talking message (where you come up to me a talk). There may be two places available if I find two good friends. And don't be all lying to me about you're qualifications for friendship. I can probably trust my other top friends with anything, so that's important.

And if you want to know what I'll do for you as a top friend, well...I would probably kill for my top friends. So if you have someone you need..."taken care of" or just some cookies from a local baker (they've had it too good for too long), I'm your man.


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Sunday, August 26, 2007

Who the hell reads this crap?

I can't believe the amount of people who've read this crap. But, to be honest, more than 100 views would be way more than I expect and there's been way more than that. I guess now everybody gets to spew their opinion now, despite most of them having no discernable resonable thought process to back them up. I include myself in this group.

Anyway, I'm just bored and I've already seen Boyz 'n the Hood but there's nothing else on t.v. Let's see...Everything's changing, you know? Everyone seems to be looking forward to the future. It's nice to see. Everyone's in a good mood and all relaxed, even if they're busy. It's nice to see.

This is pointless. I know. I'm just bored.

I kind of want to start going to NMSU volleyball games...and football games. All I wanna know is: Who's going with me? OH, C'MON!

Go Raiders...
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Saturday, August 18, 2007

Boring!

I have been awake since 7:30 a.m. and I've managed to talk to five people today (it's currently 7 p.m.). I would guess I have said less than 100 words (not counting when I was doing my radio show and I speak, but that's not to anyone in particular because I don't think anyone heard it). I have a great ability to avoid people. If I could avoid people on the football field as well as I do in my everyday life, I would be the most prolific running back, kick and punt returner in the history of football.

I guess everyone is busy at the places I usually hang out at. I wouldn't be here either if I had something better to do with someone better to do it with. But alas, I have no money (and damnit if I didn't actually want to go see Superbad).

Hey! At least I have my music. I got the second volume of the Nuggets box sets and it's really good. I downloaded it, you know, because of the lack of money (I will buy it eventually, the liner notes to the first one are great and I expect nothing less from this one).

And I did get my reading done for one of my classes for next semester.

Loss of train of thought...eh.

How Does It Feel to Feel by The Creation

How does it feel when the day is over?
How does it feel when the dark comes down?
How does it feel when your room is backin' sent?
How does it feel when you're scared by the dark?
How does it feel to feel?
How does it feel to feel?
How does it feel when a shadow moves you?
How does it feel restin' by your bed?
How does it feel when it finally holds you?
How does it feel when you're thinkin' you're dead?
How does it feel to feel?
How does it feel to feel?

How does it feel when you wake in the morning?
How does it feel feeling sun in the shade?
How does it feel when you slide down a sunbeam?
How does it feel passing clouds on your way?
How does it feel that the night is over?
How does it feel? I'll never sleep again.
How does it feel to feel?
How does it feel to feel?

How does it feel to feel?
How does it feel to feel?
How does it feel to feel?
How does it feel to feel?
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Monday, August 6, 2007

Cheech & Chong

So, I was listening to my Cheech & Chong records (I only managed to get through the Greatest Hits) tonight. They are so freakin' funny! The great thing is not just the skits, which are masterfully written and acted, but the way the background sounds are used to make the scene 3-D...but in sound. You really have to listen with headphones on to fully enjoy each track. You don't have to, but it helps. There is a lot going on.

I would like to make something like that. Do people still make comedy albums like those anymore? I'm not talking about stand-up. If someone does make fully produced albums of skits, I would like to hear it and see how far the genre has come. I doubt it would be as good as Cheech & Chong, but how could it? Most movies don't stand up to the Cheech & Chong movies (even the weird ones, and I've seen all of them, are pretty funny).

Anyway, I have a bunch of audio saved on a couple of computers. I think I'm going to start putting stuff together for the hell of it sometime after this summer session is over. It'll be some weird Revolution 9 thing. Probably take me months, but whatever. Okay, here's something funny.



Sister Mary Elephant: Sister Rosetta has informed me that your assignment for the last two months has been to write an essay entitled, "How I Spent My Summer Vacation." Who would like to read theirs before the class?

(children yelling)

Sister Mary Elephant: Class...class...class...SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!

(children silent)

Sister Mary Elephant: Thank you. Young man in the first row stand up, state your name and read your essay.

Student: Who me?

Sister Mary Elephant: Yes. Read your essay please.

Student: Uh, I don't have it finished yet.

Sister Mary Elephant: Well then read what you have young man.

Student: The first day on my vacation...What I Did on My Vacation...the first day on my vacation I woke up. Then I went downtown. To look for a job. Then I hung out in front of the drug store. The second day on my summer vacation...I woke up. Then I went downtown. To look for a job. Then I hung out in front of the drug store. The third day on my summer vacation...I woke up. Then I went downtown to look for a job. Then I got a job...keeping people from hanging out in front of the drug store.
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Phones Are Dumb

Some stupid girl recently told me that I'm the reason she takes time (a really, really long time apparently) to get to know people because I'm untrustworthy. I believe that if you ask a hundred people who have gotten to know me (and there aren't even close to that many) zero of them would call me untrustworthy. I have many faults, but I can be trusted with anything. I keep secrets from myself. And I try to not take advantage of people, especially now that I have to read all these books for my english class about feminism. Now I'm all self-concious about even looking at people. I don't look at anyone, you know, to be on the safe side, and so I'm all bumping into things and what not.

Anyway, she was boring and I was completly uninterested in her anyway. It was a very annoying couple of months of trying hard not to talk to someone and feeling like I couldn't get away from her. And, by the way, I'm never giving my phone number to a professor again. They will oftentimes give it out to people you did not wish it to go to.

But that's not what I wanted to write about. I just found it funny. I wanted to make a list! since I've never done THAT before...

These are by favorite songs at THIS very moment (they'll change the moment I finish writing this) and why I like 'em (I limited it to one per artist, or else the whole thing would be the Beatles and John Lennon):

1) I've Been Loving You Too Long by Otis Redding [Otis Blue]

The first time I heard this song I was writing a paper my second semester in college in what is now stupidly refered to as the "Pete's Place" computer lab. It came on over some internet radio station. The first thing you hear is Otis singing the first couple of words and then the piano comes in along with the bass (which for the majority of the song only plays on the first beat of a measure) and drums. The piano moves the most during most of the song, playing the same pattern on the different scales. But what really caught my ear was the guitar. The sound of that guitar is beautiful and it plays so few times I was almost dying to hear more.

This is just the beginning of the song and Otis is almost whispering and his voice is the definition of soul. He sounds so sad singing the words in the title, as if he shouldn't feel that way. But then the music starts building as the horns come in and he's now shouting because he can't take holding in the way he feels.

Then, just as suddenly as it started, he's back to whispering. At one point the horns come in and it sounds as if the song is about to pick up, but he doesn't start singing and everything calms back down again. It keeps on doing this, building momentum, making you want the song to resolve itself because he sounds so hurt.

Finally, the horns start lightly playing long notes that cresendo as he's singing and the song builds up as Otis starts becoming more and more bold to the point of shouting, "I love you, I love you, I love you with all my heart and I can't stop now." I suppose a great singer can make the simplest lyrics have more meaning than any about of beautiful writing can express. It doesn't get any better than as when Redding is crying out "Please, please, please!" He doesn't need any more words. It's incredible. As the song fades out he's still crying out and it is almost as if the actuall recording runs out of energy or power or whatever before Otis does, as if he'll be crying out all night. That's hard to get across in 2:55.

2) In My Life by The Beatles [Rubber Soul]

I don't know when I first started listening to the Beatles. (Probably the day I came home from the hospital I would guess.) However, I do remember when I started listening to them again. I had taken a break from the stuff I listened to as a child in order to get into the "gangsta rap" and the r&b. Then in high school I had to write a paper about someone and I picked Paul McCartney because a girl had picked Lennon (I had always said John was my favorite when I was a child because we had the same first name and wore glasses, but really I couldn't really distinguish the differences in any of the Beatles writing or singing until I was older).

I found out I really, really liked them. The production (though I knew little of editing and studio production at the time, and, well really, I only have a general idea now) was amazing. The writing, the harmonies, the everyting was perfect. Then I bought my dad Rubber Soul and I couldn't stop listening to "In My Life." I will often listening to the beginning of a track repeatedly (thanks to the wonders of digital sound). The first nine seconds of this song was one of those ("Smells like Teen Spirit" is another, in case you were wondering).

The great thing about stereo sound in the sixties is the way they seperate the channels. You can listen to, say, the left channel, and get a totally different song than the right. I had a portable tape player (this is sometime after the year 2000 so you can know how behind the times I was/am) that I would listen to at night and, by holding the play button down slightly more than it was supposed to be, could remove the center channel or left channel or right channel from a song and render the others in mono. It was great and I did it all the time, listening to the Ringo's drumming one time (he plays exactly what should be played all the time) or the backing track without the vocals or just the vocals with a guitar. I learned how great these songs were that way, by surgery.

I guess I'm a little off topic, but I love this song because it is perfect. The whole thing fits together so seamlessly. The basically basic track is supported by a "baroque" piano solo George Martin got by playing back a piano solo he recorded at double speed. And it's just perfect. Perfect. "In my life, I've loved you more."

3) Girl from the North Country by Bob Dylan [The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan]

This was the second non-greatest hits record I bought of Dylan. "Girl from the North Country" quickly became my favorite Dylan song (after a brief flirtation with "Masters of War").

His voice is so warm and the words (apparently Dylan was a great writer? I wasn't aware) are so nostalgic. There is one part that I always smile at: "Please see if her hair hangs long. If it rolls and flows all down her breast." At that line he kind of chuckles. It's enduring, the imperfection that would usually have been edited out.

"I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all/ Many times I've often prayed/ In the darkness of my night/ In the brightness of my day" Who hasn't thought that about someone?

4) Rain on the Scarecrow by John Mellencamp [Scarecrow]

This song was recorded the day I was born. It's about the plight of family owned farms. I guess I just identify with cultures I'm not familiar with. Nevertheless, my parents make fun of me because I used to sing this song as a child and try to imitate Mellencamp's grainy (?) voice with my little kid voice. I do a much better job now.

The whole song sounds angry...from the opening guitars to the last note. Again, the guitar sound catches my ear. The imagery is great too. He manages to talk about the farm as part of his grandparents generation, his fathers generation, his own childhood, his adulthood and his childs generation in 3:46. It's one of my favorite songs to shout in my car when I'm driving around.

5) Maggot Brain by Funkadelic [Maggot Brain]

Recorded in one take, it is, to me, the greatest guitar solo of all time. I usually don't like long solos, but this one has such feeling in it. I hate long guitar solos that are just showcases of a guitar players technical proficientcy. Remember the way I talked about Otis Reddings voice earlier (I'd be suprised if you did)? Eddie Hazel's guitar sounds like the blues and soul springing from an amp.

Fun Fact: George Clinton told Hazel to play while thinking about his mother being dead. Maybe all soloists should do that.

6) Where Did You Sleep Last Night by Nirvana [MTV Unplugged in New York]

I think this is the best Kurt Cobains voice ever sounded. Maybe it was all the purple and flowers around the stage they played on, but the whole recorded sounds defeated, not bad, but rather depressed I suppose.

The end of the song is what really gets me. As Cobain sings/shouts the last verse and chorus of the song the whole thing goes to another level.

7) Can't Stand Losing You by The Police [Outlandos d'Amour]

Yeah! A song about suicide! What makes this song impressive to me is the way the character in the story falls off the edge. He starts out realizing that his girl no longer wants anything to with him. He gets angry when he finds all his old stuff she had messed up, but instead of taking it out on her (say messing up her stuff or worse), he starts feeling sorry for himself.

When Sting is singing the chorus the song seems to build (sort of in the way "I've Been Loving You" does). All of a sudden the music breaks down and there is a period of calm. You can see the character realizing he'll never get her back and thinking of a way to get back at her. This period of calm ends when he gets the idea...kill himself. He comes out of the break saying (while the music turns sinister and builds as he states his plan and his voice becomes more sinister, "Guess this is our last goodbye/ And you don't care so I won't cry/ You'll be sorry when I'm dead/ And all this guilt will be on your head."

The progression of this kid, over only a span of three minutes, is great. It loses it's meaning, though, when it is not handled properly (not suicide, I mean the song). I watched some of the Police play during Al Gore concert, earth thing and I hated what they did with the song. They turned the break where the character formulates his plan, into some stupid three minute crowd sing along. I was a pathetic reworking of their song. It no longer seemed longer after hearing Sting do some weird yoldling thing.

8) So Far Away by Dire Straits [Brothers in Arms]

I could pick so may Dire Straits songs, but this is my favorite. It has a "warm" feel, I guess. Mark Knofler has such an original voice (unless you count the way Dylan sounds on "Lay Lady Lay" but I'm not). The song is just relaxing and makes me very happy when I hear it. I think my parents used to have it (Brothers in Arms) as an LP or maybe a tape.

9) God by John Lennon [John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band]

You would think that a song which begins, "God is a concept," would not be suitable listening for a child whose parents are bringing him up in the church. It was and it never was a problem. I think no matter how religious you are, you sometimes question God. That's how I take the song.

The whole song is so dramatic. As he lists the things he doesn't believe in (sort peeling off the layers that hold him down) the drama builds slowly. Finally he says "I don't believe in Beatles" and the music stops. He continues, "I just believe in me." Suddenly the music is slightly more calm. "Yoko and me...and that's reality"

Then he utters the words that will forever make me want to retreat to my own mind, a place where people keep their optimisim, "The dream is over/What can I say/The dream is over/Yesterday." My heart sinks when he sings those lines.

10) Get Up (I Feel Like Being A) Sex Machine by James Brown [Out of Sight]

But, to end on a good note (ha, music joke)...I hate to dance. I can't do it and I feel awkward trying. I couldn't dance to save my life. I wouldn't. It's not worth it. However, this song makes me. I can't help it. The groove is just so strong. It gets into my mind and takes over my muscles, making me dance. "Get up/ Stay on the scene."



Sorry this was so long...



And that most of it is probably rambling and doesn't make sense.

There's so much more so I'll just list them and you can make up your own stories (remember when we had imaginations...we can only imagine we were back in those days, right?)

11) Sleepwalk by Santo and Johnny [The Best of Santo & Johnny]
12) Ain't Too Proud to Beg by The Temptations [The Ultimate Collection]
13) Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton [Unplugge]
14) 1983...(A Merman I Should Turn to Be) by Jimi Hendrix [Electric Ladyland]
15) Généerique by Miles Davis [Ascenseur Pour l'Échafaud]
16) Brenda's Got a Baby by Tupac [2Pacalypse Now]
17) People Are Strange by The Doors [Greatest Hits]
18) Search and Destroy by The Stooges [Raw Power]
19) Rock and Roll Nigger by Patti Smith [Horses]
20) Shakin' Street by The MC5 [The Big Bang: The Best of the MC5]
21) Wouldn't It Be Nice by The Beach Boys [Pet Sounds]
22) Resurrection (Paper, Paper) by Bone Thugs 'N' Harmony [BTNHResurrection]
23) I Had Too Much to Dream (Last Night) by The Electric Prunes [I Had Too Much to Dream (Last Night)]
24) Maria Bartiromo by Joey Ramone [Don't Worry About Me]
25) Blank Generation by Richard Hell & the Voidoids [Blank Generation]
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Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Ice Cream Should Never Be Unattainable

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I'm waiting for my ice cream to defrost (watching the DVD commentary on Spiderman 2). I tried to get some right now and it is as hard as rock. How hard? Well, after unsuccessfully trying to remove the proper amount of ice cream from the ice cream container, I started to stab at it with the ice cream scooper. That didn't work so I tried even harder. It began to sound like I was pounding a nail into the wall. In fact, the walls were moving. Wayyyyyy too much effort for a tasty desert.

While I'm waiting...

I've been reading a lot of people's blogs lately (sort of in a stalker-y way, I guess...what else are you supposed to do on social networking sites...not that I happen to enjoy social networking, I just am addicted to logging in to places). There are some pretty interesting people out there. And most of them put their photograpy up on the "web" (still watching Spiderman, so that gave me a little chuckle, albeit internally...I'm by myself and I'm not crazy enough to chuckle alone...Or Am I?). I don't know how all these people can make such great prints. My photography class is all but over and none of my pictures looked all that great.
I think I'll stick to sound editing.

For last week's radio show, the Monterey Pop Festival show, I made this really cool intro. It was too good to use for one show, but it's show specific so I'll never get to use it again.

Okay. The ice cream is ready. Actually, I left it too long. Now it's a little too soft.

Damnit.
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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

A Whole Thing About Music

Master of Sitar, Ravi Shankar.Image via Wikipedia
I was watching VH1 this weekend and I saw one of their documentaries, this one about the Monterey Pop Festival. It was maybe the coolest thing to ever happen...ever. Just think; nobody in that crowd had ever seen a band destroy their instruments before. The Who did it at the end of "My Generation." We take for granted how cliche it's become (For instance I decided to give Fall Out Boy a chance thinking "maybe I'm just a music snob and they are good." So I watched their new video, although I'm not sure what it was called and I don't care to look it up, but there were monkeys involved. And I was right. They do suck. But that's beside the point. The bass player started destroying the set and his bass and it was the worst display of a pissed off band I think I've ever seen. He looked like a total bitch. Very sad. People actually like that?).

Jimi Hendrix played to an American crowd for the first time (through the lobbying of Paul McCartney, who was on the board to decide the acts for the Pop Festival). He proceded to simulate sex with his amp and set his guitar on fire. You know, something none of those people had seen. The Who didn't want to go on after him like they were supposed to so they switched places.

Otis Redding played to a mostly white audience for the first time. In his blueish-green suit, which made him stand out among the hippie crowd, he walked on stage with maybe the greatest backing band of all time (Booker T. & the M.G.'s, who also backed Sam and Dave, Jackie Wilson and most of the Stax artists, as well as having their own records) and said, "So this is the love crowed, huh?" And then he proceded to just go off on "Shake," which they played in double time, effectively blowing everyone's mind.

Ravi Shankar, the sitar virtuoso who taught George Harrison, also played. If you ever get a chance to see video of him playing, you should watch it. He is incredible.

Jefferson Airplane had just had hits with "White Rabbit" and "Somebody to Love." They, of course, played those songs, but their performance was notable for what the cameraman did during their set (oh yeah, there was a documentary made by D.A. Pennebacker). He did not take his camera off of Grace Slick the whole time because she is so damn beautiful. Even when someone else is singing the camera is on her.

And there were so many acts that included people as diverse as Hugh Masekela to the Mama's and the Papa's, Johnny Rivers to the Grateful Dead and a number of blues based, psychedelic-tinged rock acts.

The look on the people in the audience was beyond words. There was so much going on that was new and revolutionary (for pop music at least), I'm not sure if they could grasp how big the event was at that moment while their jaws stood collectively dropped.

Or it could've just been the drugs.

I said I might put up some of my remix'ed songs I have been working on sporadically . So here's one of my favorite songs (also from 1967, the year of the Monterey Pop Festival) and the remix I made (listen with headphones on, I made it for the headphone enthusiast):
Alone Again Or (Original) by Love
Alone Again Or (Remix) by Love

And I'll put up my "Yellow Submarine" mix later. So stay tuned for that.
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Wednesday, June 6, 2007

I've got nothing to say and it's okay

I find myself wanting to write a lot recently. Whether it be a blog, journal entry (something I haven't done since, let me check...a couple of years), or song or something, I want to do something creative but it never comes out right. For example, every song I write comes out as some really bad copy of "It's Only Love" by The Beatles. I pretty much gave up creative writing just like I gave up art when I realized I wasn't going to be any good back when I was twelve, after years of filling notebooks and drawing pads trying to be an artist. I'll leave that to other people. Other people do writing and drawing better than me. I do them badly.

So now I'm trying photography. I haven't actually taken any pictures yet (it's only the fourth class), but I will be later this week. So we'll see how that goes. Hmmmmmmm.

I've gone to the movies a lot more than usual recently. I've seen Spiderman 3, Meet the Robinsons and Pirates of the Carribean 3: At World's End. Take into account that in an average year I might go to the movies four times and these past three weeks have been a whirlwind of movie-going.

Spiderman 3 sucked. Sucked. Sucked. Sucked. Sucked.

It was nearly the worst movie I've ever seen. If it wasn't for the final fight scene, it would have beaten the worst movie I've ever seen, "Mona Lisa Smile" (strangely enough, both Kirsten Dunst and Topher Grace were in that movie also). And I don't even remember that stupid movie, other than the feeling of dread of having to sit there and feel more bored every second.

Sort of a similar feeling to the one I got watching Spiderman 3, combined with sickness to the new emo-ization of Spiderman with Peter Parker wearing eyeliner and crappy clothes when he "turns bad." It was probably the worst way to make him a badass. One scene in particular, where Parker goes dancing around, actually physically dancing around the city, for what felt like hours, emasculating my favorite superhero for the sake of humor (I think that's what they must have been going for), really pissed me off. The movie has so many storylines that just seemed to be thrown in haphazardly and there should have been no time wasted with such an annoying, pointless scene at the expense of character development.

And what was with all the crying? In almost every scene someone's crying. And Tobey Maguire can't act. I don't usually care about someone's acting ability, but he sucks. At least in Spiderman 3 he did. He makes this stupid face when he's crying, like he's trying really hard to be sad and cry (I'm pretty sure that's what's happening). And the neck fat. Ohhhhhhh, the neck fat. Isn't Spiderman supposed to be skinny? Tobey Maguire has this flabby double chin going on that grossed me out the whole film, especially becasue of all the close ups in the movie.

And one more thing, the score was terrible. About halfway through the movie I realized I hated the music. The other two movies had a good score, but Spiderman 3's music was bad. Oh, and the special effects didn't look real to me during the first fight in the movie, as if we regressed 15 years in computer animation.

That made me very sad, the whole Spiderman experience. Like I said before, Spiderman is my favorite superhero. It's the whole easily relatable factor of Spiderman that's made me like him since I was a little kid jumping off of my bunk bed and the couches and climbing in trees and crawling like Spiderman along the wall that seperated our yard from the neighbor's (although only on top of it, not sticking to the side). And then people clapped at the end of the movie! I hate those people! It was so bad how could they possibly have liked it! I read positive reviews and I want to go all Gene Upshaw on them (look it up on Google, just put in NFL Players Association and threat and break neck).

Man, that went on longer than I thought it would. That's not what I wanted to write about at all. I'm not a movie critic. I couldn't act my way out of a paper bag. I wanted to write about how I fall in love with stupid things too easily. Then I obsess over them. It's sickening to tell the truth. So, to save time I'll just make a chronilogical list (leaving out anyone I could possibly meet beacuse that's just embarassing) starting with last fall:

1) Love (the band)
2) Sam Cooke
3) Joan Jett
4) Lynn Shawcroft (she was married to Mitch Hedberg and writes all these incredible stories about their life on her website lynnshawcroft.com...she's great, I love reading her writing, it ranges from funny to nostalgic to heartbreaking)
4) Arrested Development (the t.v. show)
5) Patti Smith (my jaw drops whenever I hear "Gloria" or "Free Money" and "Rock 'n' Roll Nigger" is great)
6) Richard Hell and the Voidoids
7) Everybody on Arrested Development (it's a really good show)
8) The Clash (the record)
9) The Apples in Stereo
10) Craig Ferguson (not in a gay way, the guy's just really funny...his show's better than Conan's...yeah, I said it, he's funnier than Conan-freakin'-O'Brien)
11) Every line from Arrested Development (I'm not kidding, it's really good...and msn.com puts all the episodes online for free with only 15 second commercial breaks)
12) Jenna Fischer (Pam on The Office...really...wow...wowy, wow, wow (anyone remember the old SNL sketch with Christopher Walken, The Continental, cause that's how you should read the "wows" immediately preceding this)...and this is not actually chronologically correct, I end up remembering how perfect she is whenever I watch The Office or read one of her online journal things)
12) 30 Rock (another funny show)
13) Tina Fey (she's incredible on 30 Rock, just like she was on Weekend Update, she was also the first female head writer for SNL)

I really like lists.

Oh, I have been trying to remix songs I like, having been inspired by the Beatles "Love" record. So far I've finished "Alone Again Or" by Love and "Yellow Submarine" by The Beatles. I think they're pretty good, although I'm probably the only one who can hear the difference. Maybe one day I'll put them up on my page.
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Monday, April 30, 2007

Ten minutes for a burrito! C'mon!

Taco BellImage via Wikipedia
I shouldn't have to wait any longer than two minutes for a bean burrito, no onions from Taco Bell. But, luckily, I have solved the problem. Taco Bell vending machines (a wise man once said, "food taste better dropped"). That way I wouldn't be waiting for an 85 cent meal. Though, I do think it may get messy. I'll leave other people to work out the logistics of the vending machine; I'm the idea man.

I have, as of a couple of weeks ago, made Taco Bell a weekly event. I usually go on Saturday, but yesterday I was trying to recover from having 2.5 hours of sleep Thursday night and then sleeping again 24 hours later. Fortunately for me, my parents wanted to go to the Crimson and White game that day and called me, waking me up three hours later (they showed up at my apartment but I didn't go). That's why I didn't go Saturday. The rest of my day was shot. I got a phone call at seven and I could barely make sense of what I was hearing because I had been falling in and out of sleep during the NFL draft. I thought maybe I would be starting off the week on a bad foot by throwing off my routine.

And even though I had to wait an ungodly amount of time to get dinner, this is still a great day.

First, the Suns won/ Lakers lost, then, the Red Sox won/ Yankees lost (Yankees suck), the Raiders drafted Bush, the running back from Louisville, I got to see Arrested Development (thank you G4 and msn.com), it rained really hard and was cloudy all day and now it smells gooooooood (sooooo good) outside (I was driving around town with my windows down). And I'm watching a great game right now (Dallas-Golden State). And my apartment is clean! Really clean! I put up my posters finally. I don't know why, I only have two more weeks to go before I have to take them down.

Which reminds me: I need to find a place to live for the summer. For the first time I'm not going to be living in El Paso with my parents during the summer. It's almost like I'm an adult or something (what?!?). Now I have all this responsibility and stuff. I have to go to meetings and get things done. Man. I go from being really confident and excited to thinking I'm going to mess everything up. And every couple of hours it changes. Right now I'm confident. Get back to me tomorrow morning and we'll see.

Now it is time for me to go to the track.

P.S. Baron Davis is sick.
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Monday, April 23, 2007

I'm tired...

God Bless AmericaImage by eschipul via Flickr
And not because I can't seem to go to sleep before four in the morning. I'm tired of everybody showing how human they are by having so-and-so day/moment of something for Virginia Tech. It just seems to me that people have statements and e-mails saved up for such an occasion. I imagine a politician (or other public figure) thinks, "Great! Thirty how many people? The most ever? Huh. This is the perfect chance to show how I have feelings. I'll be the most sympathetic person in the country. Nobody will out sympathize with victim's families more than me!!!!!!"

Then they pull out their fill-in-the-blank message that they use for every tragedy:

"The tragedy (___________________) fills us all with sorrow. My heart goes out to the families of each of the victims of such a senseless act. Tomorrow the world will go on as usual for most of us, but for those directly affected by (___________________) there will be a void which will never be filled. I personally believe (___________________) is wrong. Our prayers will be with the families and we wish them the strength to get through these tough times.

Most definitely sincerely,
(___________________)"

I, for one, do not believe in killing large amounts of people. I also believe most people don't want mass killings to occur. It's not as if somebody doesn't comment on it and assure me they are anti-killing, that I'll hold it against them ("That ass didn't say anything about the shooting at Virginia Tech is a bad thing. He must not think it was a bad thing. I hate that person. Just tell me what the weather is going to be like tomorrow so I can begin my boycott of your station.").

But, nevertheless, people just go on trying to out-sincere each other. The same thing happens after every tragedy. After the September 11 attacks, everyone had American flags on their cars and shirts and this and that. It really annoyed me. I refused to wear the one shirt I had with an American flag pattern on it (a cool Polo shirt that said Ralph Lauren and Polo in red, white and blue in a flag shape). Actually, I haven't wore it since. I was just so sickened by the trendiness of such a mild form of nationalism.

And that's what it is, you know, trendiness. Everyone else is doing it, meaning, now you have to prove your against terrorist attacks or shootings. Why? Doesn't something become meaningless when the reason behind doing it is because everyone else is? If everyone wore American clothing and displayed American flags before the terrorist attacks I wouldn't care as much. But they didn't. And I do.

Now, back to the present. There was one person who said something about the Virginia Tech shooting that I felt was heart felt and didn't try to grandstand...Talib Kweli. At the show that night he threw in one line and then continued on with the show. I thought it was perfect. While he showed he did care about the families and the school, it didn't get to the point where he was using it for himself, for his own personal gain. One line. That's all you need.

You know what else bothered me about this whole thing?

Everday you can turn on the t.v. and see how many people died today in Iraq...and it's not suprising to hear 50 OR MORE. Still, nobody talks a great deal about it, just a cursory mention. Look up other places and you'll see more killings, more death. It's all over the place. Yet, it's as if those lifes mean less than American lives. Do they? I find I tend to devalue the lives of people from other countries becasue I just don't pay attention. I know I care more about American deaths than the deaths of others and it's a terrible thing to say. But even then I still think this could all be a hoax and maybe nobody died and so then I just go about my day all happy and whatnot. Well, maybe that's not totally true, but it's close.

I find myself having to make myself feel things I should feel automatically. Maybe it's playing Grand Theft Auto, watching Rambo a million times or listening to Tupac too much (holding steady at number eight on my Last FM charts!), but I just don't feel sad hearing about terrible things anymore. In order to feel bad (like I think I'm supposed to), I have to think about each family individually and make up a story about a great child they just lost and how bad they must feel.

And that's not the only time that's happened. After the terrorist attacks in 2001, I just felt numb, not sad, or angry, or depressed, just numb. After my grandma died last year I didn't get sad either. Again, I just didn't feel anything. It's a strange feeling. Although I explained that to myself as, well, if anyone is going to make it to heaven it would be her. And, really, heaven has to be great if it's so exclusive. I think I'm the only one in my immediate family who didn't cry. I don't know. Maybe I'm just inhuman and a horrible person.

Eh. I'm tired now. It's past 4:20 am and I want to take a shower and go to sleep. I hope some of this made sense. I did stop a couple of times to give a closer listening to Marvin Gaye's "What's Going On" record, which is amazing (and may just leap past The Beatles "Revolver" and Love's "Forever Changes" as my favorite record of all time).
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Sunday, April 22, 2007

WOB

NYC: The Colbert ReportImage by wallyg via Flickr
I was at Ruby Tuesday a week ago (my burger was great) and we started talking about bacteria (completely un-food related). I decided we need to start a war on bacteria because they make us sick. I was told not all bacteria are bad, that in fact, most bacteria are not. Well, to that I say, as Stephen Colbert would say, "It is time to use our gut and not our brain." I FEEL bacteria are bad and, no matter what my brain may say, it makes all the sense in the world to destroy the entirety of them, once and for all.

Bacteria have had it too easy for too long. Anti-bacterial soaps have little effect today because we have not put enough pressure on bacteria to stop their biological weapons program...of themselves. Such stopgap (apparently one word, I looked it up because I had it hyphenated) measures designed to keep our enemy at bay have only served to prove our weakness in the eyes of our enemies around the world. In a post-9/11 world, we must be able to show we can eradicate all of our enemies, no matter how daunting of a task it may seem (I mean, there are, like, a bajillion bacteria out there).

The War on Bacteria (as it will be called in all further media sessions and press releases) must first begin by changing the minds of the American people. To this point, people are not as fearful of bacteria as they should be. We are overlooking the biggest threat to this country since Cat Stevens.  A media blitz must commence at once and then twice and finally three times with articles in scholarly journals, charismatic spokespersons on all national television and radio programs, books, conferences, changes to wikipedia pages, television, radio and magazine ads and we can even buy off some journalists to write some pro-War on Bacteria articles and editorials.

Now, I don't know how we can achieve the cleansing of all the earth of all bacteria.  I'm just a caveman.  Your world frightens and confuses me.  But there is one thing I do know: WOB is necessary for the survival of our society and democracy.  So, please, join me in the struggle against bacteria.  We will never forget...all those times when we got sick...and stuff.
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Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Agrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!


Thank You (Title: Me Yelling Instead of Talking About My Feelings or the Side-Floor View of Many a Row of Chairs).

Image via Wikipedia
Hollywood Star on Hollywood Walk of Fame - Syl...
The reason I'm mad: Sylvester Stallone takes HGH.. What's next? Clint Eastwood is gay or something (Tim Hardaway opened my eyes. Ummm. Tim Hardaway.)? Okay not really. It's much longer and boring than that. If you're in a listening-to-someone-whine mood than just ask me. Man, I need to hit something inanimate.
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Tuesday, March 6, 2007

In Dealing with Little Kids

A box of the cream version of IcyHot.Image via Wikipedia
First Off:  No Lorraine, I won't miss KRUXfest because it's important I be there (I already convinced myself) for some reason. I made up my mind and you're not the boss of me. You're not the boss of me. You're not the boss of me. You're not the boss of me. You're not the boss of me.You're not the boss of me.You're not the boss of me. SO THERE.

Second On: I'm going to fall apart by the time I am thirty. Just ask me about all my physical aliments. If you ever see me wearing shorts and a t-shirt (usually Nike) then I'm probably going to do something vaguely athletic and then I'll be in some sort of pain the next day. If IcyHot didn't smell so freakin' good I'd be really sad about hurting all the time.

On that note, I would like to write about something that I saw at a basketball game against Fresno State, the only game the Aggies lost at home this year. Any objections. No? Okay. After the game some stupid lady runs onto the court with a banner and all the Fresno fans are cheering. That is so disrespectful to me that I wanted to go fight all those stupid people. Instead I just yelled at them. Now I usually don't yell anything to bad at the opposing team (I do get caught up in saying "fill-in-the-blank sucks"), but these people really pissed me off. I was calling them fat (because they were, I mean really big) and ugly (see previous parenthasized comment), blah, blah, blah, this and that. But some guy who I know yells out that he hopes the lady's kid dies. Wow. That was over the line. I told him to calm down and he did, but I can't stand people yelling at kids, especially when they did nothing. And there's a reason for this.

When I was much younger than I am today I was at an Aggie football game. I'm pretty sure we were in the student section (my parents and brother and maybe baby sister? I'm not sure) and a beach ball began being hit around. I wanted no part in it because I didn't want to mess up, because if I did the ball would've fallen down to the floor on the sideline and it would never be seen from again. However, my brother likes to play around and hit the ball and, being not older than eight, did not hit it very well and it floated over the rail and onto the field (not the playing field just to the floor). These jerks that in my mind were frat guys (though I can't be sure since it was so long ago) start yelling things at him about losing their ball. That pissed me off. I just stared at them like I would kick their asses, which is pretty funny because they were considerably larger than me, being probably twelve at the time. But that is why I hate people yelling at little kids and probably why I hate frats too (although them being a bunch of douches certainly has much to do with it). The fact that I always remember these stupid stories to explain why I am the way I am I used to think of as a good thing, but now I think maybe I can't just let things go. Alright moving on.

Now, more stories about kids and how stupid adults are. I was at Cheddar's on Sunday with my family for my mom's birthday when, in the booth next to us, a guy passes out directly into his plate. That should be very scary to the people with him who I figured to be his wife, their daughter and grandchild. So he passes out and his daughter jumps up screaming as loud as she possibly can every terrible thought she is having interspersed with cries for help. While I can feel for her being scared her dad was dying, everyone freaks out around her, including her own kid. I start listening to everything going on around me because I couldn't really do anything not knowing CPR or anything and I didn't even know what was wrong with him because the lady was just screaming. Some of the things I hear:

1) No clanging of dishes
2) Ladies telling their husbands, "Go help him!"
3) Mumbling
4) "What's wrong?"
5) Lady of the passed out man to grandchild, "Don't worry. Grandpa's okay (he still wasn't up yet and she was sitting next to him)."
6) Continuous yelling from daughter, no call to 911
7) Other people say to call 911

Okay, so that's the scene and now everyone is off balance thanks to the ladies screaming and her kid thinks grandpa died directly in front of them (not sure if it was a boy or girl) because mom is screaming bloddy murder.

To end the story, the man was okay, but very embarrased and did not remember anything. He left to wait for the ambulance outside and even got to keep the glass glass from the restaurant which is pretty cool. I imagine he has to get tests and has probably gone undiagnosed as a diabetic or something and will be okay (I really made a whole story about these people while waiting for my food). But to scare your own kid into thinking their grandfather had died in front of their eyes, ridiculously stupid.

I've eaten in many different places and under stressful conditions. For example, when I was a dishwasher the cooks would sometimes give us food they had messed up on (wrong flavor, didn't hold the mustard, cancelled order, stuff of that nature) and we would eat it in the dishpit, which is probably one word. That place was nasty and there's all this junk on your hands, steam all over the place, food that looks chewed up and spit out in the sink and on the floor and it stinks back there. Still, we'd eat like we'd never had food before (that's more than likely because you didn't know if you'd get a break and be able to eat during your generally longer than eight hour shift). But after the lady screaming over what amounted to nothing and the minute of stress about wondering if you're watching someone die and, if so, how can you help them, why didn't you learn CPR, isn't there some sort of medical personel around, shouldn't they get his face out of his food first of all, what's wrong, is it a man or a little kid, why won't the lady move out of the way so I can see, is he choking, having a heart attack, stabbed, committing suicide, that lady is still not helping by yelling, that kid must really be scared, I still can't do anything...deep breath...I didn't want to eat anymore and nothing happened to me. I, for some strange reason, did not feel comfortable there in that restaurant. I could imagine how that kid felt. Oh, I still ate though and my Mushroom Cheeseburger was very good.

And one last story that I actually played a part in. Some little kids were over at the station and I was playing with them. The station essentially is one, circular hallway. These kids wanted to run around in a circle and have one of the "adults" block them for making it all the way around. All the other people there had there chance to stop these kids and played along for awhile but gave up out of boredom (?) or just being tired. I don't mind, I like running around in circles (just ask my mom about three in the morning when I first learned how to walk).

I'm really bad with ages but the kids (there were two, an outgoing boy with a cool remote control truck and a cute little girl) were young and very energetic. The boy asked me to block them after everyone else backed out and so I did my job. Nobody was getting by me. I've played these sorts of games with my brothers forever. Experience was on my side. Not to mention over 100 pounds. He tried hard to get by me and couldn't, but his sister, seeing how hard of a time he was having decided to retreat and go back the way she came. It was pretty smart because she thought she could get by me that way. But I've seen that plan before so I shuffled over to that side and here she comes with those cool shoes I always wanted with the lights in the soles (but not the pink ones like she had, I wanted black ones) and I go to stop her. When she sees me pop out from behind the corner she freaks out and gets the most frightened look in her eyes. That made me feel real bad because she had been real nice when we talked earlier. The weird thing is about ten minutes later she was playing around with me again (by pushing me into a wall, which I proceeded to jump into because kids like pretending they are strong enought to hurt somebody much larger them then, just try it, get punched by a kid and act like it hurt and they laugh and laugh). I thought I was just very scary or something (crazy murderer looking like). Then I talke to my mom before the Cheddar's dinner and she told me kids just get really into the games they play. That made me feel better but I still don't want to go around frightening kids when they are that small. Most of the time, though, I think those kids had fun. At least I hope so.

Whew! That took longer than I thought it would. See. I'm crazy. Talking to myself again.

And that picture in the background of the mountains at sunset or sunrise is, according to wikipedia, of what used to be one of my favorite places in the world to go to...the mountains next to my grandma's house. I could see them from her house and it is the most beautiful place I've ever been to. If you're ever bored and want to see something cool (and you like hiking/museum type things) go to the Pecos National Monument. Even if wikipedia is wrong about the picture being from there, that is pretty much what the place looks like. And I know the blog covers up most of the picture. Sorry.

And forgive any spelling or grammatical errors, it's late and I thought I would just write something real quick and hopefully funny that probably only one person would get and go to sleep. That didn't happen. And sorry for writing "probably" and "really" a lot and many of the same words and phrases repeatedly. I desperately need to read a book once in a while. Anyone out there have a Television Personalites record I could listen to? I heard the song "King and Country" and I think I'm in love (with the music Tim Hardaway, not a guy).
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Saturday, March 3, 2007

Ohhhhh Never Mind

St. Augustine writing, revising, and re-writin...Image via Wikipedia
I was going to write some real insightful blog where I express all my feelings and what not. Then I decided I probably shouldn't do that for one reason: I wrote a song. Whenever I start doing wannabe, artsy crap like that, I know I'm not in the state of mind to go on writing to the public (it has to be some public, I can't look at my own blog 710 times).

So instead, I'm going to the Boys and Girls Club benefit show thing tomorrow. I bet some live music will help me, if not have fun (which I've decided I'm incapable of, I'm not kidding), then at least distract me. And that's all I could ask for (hint for upcoming birthday present: a distraction).

The best distraction I have right now is my not one, not two, but three radio shows. I host one, have a co-host(s) on another and am the co-host on another. Each one is so different, I love the lack of monotony. Friday's morning show was pretty bad because my voice was messed up, but the afternoon one was much better (although I rambled on when we were off-air and probably annoyed the host, but come on, I only got two and one-half hours of sleep the night before). And I don't want another radio show for my birthday. While I like all three, one more and I'd probably kill myself.

One more thing. I can't tell who's on my side anymore. I think I know and then I hear otherwise from my sources (yeah, that's right, I have sources). I'll have plenty of time to think about it when I'm not watching the Aggies play in the WAC tournament thanks to a beautiful turn in the schedule of KRUXfest. Yay for going to basketball games almost religiously and not being able to see the most important games when the jerks who don't even pay attention to the games and are too busy throwing paper airplanes at people who are or too lazy to stand up and instead want to be as much of an ass as they can be to the guys who care enough to stand and yell/cheer (we're not there to lounge around expletive expletive expletive expletive...).
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

2-10-1 (or of random thoughts)

Demetri Martin at Northeastern UniversityImage via Wikipedia
Nothing warms my heart quite like winning. Go team! Now I'm happy. Nothing could make me feel bad...well, not until I have to go to class tomorrow. Boo class.

Papa Roach and Limp Bizkit suck!

You know what I was thinking about last night? All That on Nickelodeon. It was such a cool show. Maybe something to talk about on the 80's and 90's show I co-host on KRUX, Clueless (Fridays from 4-6 pm)? Certainly if I remember.

I have a ridiculously manly cough.

At least the Celtics can win something (slam dunk contest). And at least I have never physically seen the Aggies lose a basketball game (I've been to all but two games).

I will rule with an iron fist.

When LastFM starts giving me all the charts and suggestions off of the stuff I've been listening to since Sunday (the last day they put out charts and less than 24 hours after I signed up) it should be awesome.

Demetri Martin is the coolest guy living.

After going to church this Sunday, I decided I should be nice to people who I hate. From now on you'll know just how much I hate you by how nice I am. If I'm a complete ass (instead of just a partial one) I really value our relationship. If I compliment you and offer to help you out, I wish you were dead.

Every single one of you who reads this sucks.
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