Chuck-beans!

Posting should be easy!

2009-09-24T20:46:00.000-07:00

I would really like to have a routine posting habit. I would like to wake up early and make coffee and eat a strudel and post on my blog. And then read some news. It doesn't happen that way in reality. In reality, I wake up half an hour before work and scramble to get ready and blast over to the 'deep.
Lots of cool things have happened since my last post, and I though about posting them when they were happening. I saw K-Os live here in Kamloops, he played a free show at the TRU campus. It was pretty awesome, It was worth more than free. I caught a free ezekeil t-shirt from the DJ who opened the set. It was a baby-doll, so I gave it to the girl who drove us there. I think it was the first time I've caught anything thrown to the audience.
I also went to a friends birthday party in Kelowna and had some Tom Collins' and played Beatles Rockband. I think that Beatles Rockband is awesome. I love the intro, too.
I play backgammon in the park with Nathan, it's a pretty cool activity. We bring a small folding stand and two folding chairs and set up near this old fountain.
Kanye is a jackass as well as a gay fish, as I'm sure you all have heard.
Patrick Swayze has died, which I think sucks. I think Roadhouse is awesome. and Red Dawn.
They are doing a remake of Red Dawn, by the way, with Tom Cruise's kid. Sounds like an unstable mixture to me.
I saw 9 and Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.
9 was pretty sweet, good until that last bit. It had a nice atmosphere and great character design.
Meatballs was pretty rad, I saw it in 3D. It was all gloss and a few good jokes, it would probably be less entertaining in regular-sight on a small screen.

That's all for now, pals. Make good choices!

Toady's Sage advice: Do what you love. (Unless you love killing people).

Spontaneous Bloggers Block

2009-08-30T23:47:00.000-07:00

Hello Blog Pals, I am trying to write something that will be witty and entertaining for you. It seems to be failing however, so I'm just going to mention some recent activities... In reverse chronological order!

I watched Nightwatch with Andy and we drank some Rock Creek cider he brought, which is mighty tasty.
I drove from Kelowna from to Kamloops this afternoon
I played mini golf at Scandia with Joel. We both scored over +12 ( The scorecard was blank for the last 3 holes). Nobody won a free game.
I had a delicious breakfast at Neil's Parents.
I woke up.
I went to sleep.
Joel, Neil, Doug and I bonded over some Stella Artois while Neil loaded his luggage into his car.
We found out Joel left his keys in his unlocked car, via cell phone. The father of the bride called to let us know that everything was going to work out great.
We went to the research center to sneak onto the property to look for Joel's keys where the wedding photos had been taken.
We looked through a couple cars and a few tuxedos for the Keys.
Joel discovered he lost his keys.
We all changed into our regular identities after the reception was finished.
Laura and I pretended to dance together, on the dance floor, at the dancing part of the reception. We did such a good job of pretending that nobody had any idea that we had no idea! Also, there was a live band, a four piece, that played old jazz classics and standards. They had an excellent singer who was dressed up like Marilyn Monroe.
I drank punch.
I ate cake and apple crumble. It was delicious.
I had a plate of catered wedding dinner buffet selections. Is that a real sentence?
I learned much about Sarah, whom I'd never met before that day, from speeches and a slideshow.
People hit their glasses with their cutlery many times.
Some children savagely attacked Jake. He emerged unharmed.
I saw Gordon and Sarah marry at a Church in Summerland, BC. It went off without a hook, which is not surprising, I've never been to a wedding that has gone sour. Have you?
I was 5 minutes late for the ceremony. Fortunately, I was still there in time to get a seat before anything started. I will probably be late for my own funeral. I left prepared with plenty of time that day, but nature would not allow my timely arrival, as usual. There was a car accident in Westbank, as well as construction on the roads not far after. It was Saturday! Come on!
I ate some breakfast sandwiches from Tim Horton's, after having woke up at 7:00 AM and dressed up all snazzy.

And that basically sums up my weekend in reverse. I'm hungry now, thanks to thinking about breakfast sandwiches and wedding smorg.
Ha, smorg.
Most of this post was written to Juan García Esquivel. Once, Stewkly lent me a copy of "Space Age Bachelor Pad Music."
It's kind of like listening to the soundtrack for Ren & Stimpy.
Well, Goodnight friends. Make good choices.

The Dead Weather

2009-08-25T22:39:00.000-07:00

Hey true believers, I thought I should share with you guys some things: One, I haven't posted in a while. (That was for my understatement of the year nomination.) Two, I'm sorry, I left you forsook. You guys are way cooler than me, and I proved it.
Three, I saw Jack White and here are some pictures:

You can kind of see Jack White on the drums in the above.

On the left is Dean Fertita who plays guitar and synths, and standing in the middle is Singer Alison Mosshart.

I saw the Dead Weather live at The Commodore Ballroom in Vancouver. It was an awesome experience. Everyone in the band is talented. Even if it's garnered instant fame from Mr. White's involvement, the group's material is well written and well performed. But could you expect less?
I often wonder how Alison deals with being "The Frontwoman, but not the Star" thing. It was pretty obvious when Jack White picked up the Guitar for the song "Will There be Enough Water" that most people turned out for one reason: To see Jack White shred. No offense to Ms. Mosshart; she deserves more than her fair share of the applause given.

But, to the point, this show was spectacular.
I suggest you see them if you ever have a chance.
I do not suggest trying to eat 100 pieces of sashimi at the all-you-can-eat sushi place.

Dreams are made winding through my head

2007-03-10T18:12:00.000-08:00

I'm really glad that all of the snow is melting. I like spring, but I like it best when 100 Mile is not browntown anymore. Right now 100 Mile is making it's transformation from White town to Browntown full of white people.
A copy of Alan Moore's Exit Interview finally made its way into FS. So I read it, and in it Mr. Moore tells us stories about the comic industry, the state of the medium, and a few other things. He's a very smart man; he says things "Don't trust Whitey" (see pg. 34). Reading what he tells you makes you appreciate the importance of independent publishers and writers.

This is Alan Moore, he is awesome. Note his awesome beard.

Aside from that, I've been up to the normal stuff, playing Quake with Mike and Joel. Watching Rocky Movies. Rocky IV is the definition of a bad but entertaining movie. Ghost Rider is no Rocky IV. Ghost Rider is ripe feces. In Ghost Rider's defense, it's much better than "Mad Cowgirl."
Never Watch Mad Cowgirl.

Dad: "What day is it, Jasper?"
Jasper: "Tuesday--"
Dad: "WRONG! It's NWA Day!"

Beard Rock

2007-03-06T03:28:00.000-08:00

I could make a transformation as a rock & roll star
So inviting - so enticing to play the part
I could play the wild mutation as a rock & roll star

yeah beard
Cat Stevens had one
Sarah Silverman was talking about how she had peach fuzz but her older sister's cooch had Cat Stevens beard.

Papa Charlie's Meat Salad Recipe

Ingredients:

200g of deli sliced ham
200g of deli sliced turkey (preferably smoked)
200g of deli sliced summer sausage or beer sausage (depending on how sausage-y you want it)
500g of pepperoni or churizo sausage sliced into 5mm thick wheels
750g of ground beef, fried into rounds.
500g of cheddar cheese, chopped into small cubes

Method:

Tear up deli meats to look like the leaves of deli meat's cousin lettuce. In a large salad bowl, put all of the deli meats, sausage wheels, and ground beef and toss until evenly mixed. decorate the top of the salad with cheese blocks. Serve with dressings such as Barbeque, Honey Moustard, or Sweet Chili Chipotle.

Denoument

2007-02-27T19:15:00.000-08:00

I know you're wondering how I could be adding blog entries from inside my Car in a Denny's parking lot. Truth be told, after I realized the folly of my ways, I called home to where the key was. I woke up my mom, and she and my sister drove a two-hour round trip to deliver me the key to the club. My mom is awesome. My sister's pretty awesome too. Same with my Dad, even though he wasn't in the story. Me? I'm not feeling so awesome lately.

An Honest Mistake

2007-02-25T15:13:00.000-08:00

A harmless trip to Denny's in the middle of the night should be a simple, easy experience. You hop in your car, drive for a while, get out of your car, and enter Denny's. Those instructions don't appear to harbour any difficulty. Throw a dash of human error into the mix, and you'll receive all kinds of surprising results. There was a definite spill of human error during my trip to Denny's last night.
My friend Joel and myself had just finished watching a South Park rerun when we had decided on our trip. It was 1:00 AM, and no establishment closer than Denny's could satisfy our lust for eggs, ham, cheese, and seasoned fries. Those cravings led us to my car, and onto the highway.
When you live in the city, a trip to Denny's might not take you very long. Especially in the middle of the night, when the traffic is at a minimum. When you live in 100 Mile House, a trip to the nearest Denny's will take you roughly an hour. You have to drive out to the wastelands of Williams Lake, a city run by vampires (which explains why they have a 24-hour diner). In this case, and hour of driving seemed well worth the trouble. The only problem was, we had no idea what the true extent of this trouble was.
When we arrived at the Denny's parking lot, we avoided hitting any of the drunks who where just out of the bar, and navigated to a free parking stall. Because Denny's becomes particularly busy when the bars close, I made sure to apply the club to my car's steering wheel, ensured there were no visible goods, and ensured the doors were locked.
With my car secure, Joel and I entered into Denny's. We enjoyed some delicious "Moons Over My Hammy" sandwiches and seasoned fries, and some crappy coffee to wash it down with. When we had finished our feast, fat with the greasy ham and eggs, everything was Zen. We paid for our meal, tipped the cute waitress, and went back to the car.
This next part is where the "human error" bit comes into play. After unlocking and entering the car, I realized the key I was trying to unlock my Club with wasn't fitting properly. I double checked the key, and then the key ring. I then realized that the key I was holding was not the Club key, nor were any of the others on the ring. I had a Club on my steering wheel that wasn't coming off. Also, I was an hour's drive from home, where the Club key was sitting cozily in the kitchen cupboard.

New King in Town

2007-02-21T18:45:00.000-08:00

The town called 'Bumtown,' that is. Finally, after almost four years since it's release, I'm playing Animal Crossing. This game is awesome. It's great fun. You can push a jerky koala named Sydney around until he gets angry. You can visit friends in their igloos and be denied the creamy chowder (ha, ha). You can accomplish tasks to expand and furnish your home. You can live in the same town as someone else who shares your memory card, or visit a different town on another card. You can mail each other, and send gifts. There lots more. That bitch elephant Opal might even con you out of thousands of dollars. You can unlock and play old-school NES games like Punch-Out.
And that's the story about animals.

I am hungry

2007-02-19T11:18:00.000-08:00

I wish I had a bagel right now. An 'Everything Bagel' with herb & garlic cream cheese. But I got up too late for a bagel. I had to grab a banana as I hurried off to work. Now someone else is enjoying the delicious bagel and I'm stuck with the ****in' banana. That's life.

Don't call them slow

2007-02-18T14:01:00.000-08:00

I figured I would put this on the blog for easy access. It's not as good as Lazy Sunday or Special Christmas Box, but the song is pretty eff'n damn cool.

Last night I watched Bon Cop, Bad Cop. Dave mentioned something about it on his blog ages ago, like when it was in theatres. He must have been saying something about how awesome it was. Because it was awesome. Thanks for making me rent it. Quality-wise, if more Canadian movies were at least this caliber, I'd be watching tonnes more of them. Bon Cop, Bad Cop was an intentionally rediculous buddy cop movie, and unabashedly Canadian. It was like the Canadian Lethal Weapon. It is not a perfect film by any means. The movie seems to change it's tone abruptly from scene to scene and it also loses steam toward the end. However, it's the second best Canadian movie I've seen-- the first best being the Sweet Hereafter. I haven't seen many other Canadian movies: Just FUBAR and The Dark Hours, I think. Those shows were pretty decent too. I'll have to rent Hard Core Logo soon.

Was scanners a Canadian movie? I'll have to look that up. Cronenberg is the bomb, yo.

Crazy Po-leece Action Today

2007-02-16T00:42:00.000-08:00

Tonight when Joel and I were watching the Illusionist, a police truck drove down our street with it's searchlights on. I thought it was rather coincidental that I got to see a little more five-o action in the same day.

Oh yeah...

2007-02-15T12:18:00.000-08:00

Months ago Dash 'acquired' some nabob coffee packs for me as a gift. I used them today; I'd been hanging on to them becuase I knew they would have a practical use. And now that there's a mini-brewer here at FS, bwazamp! My life is saved. Thanks Dash. And Kryce. and Nabob.

And That's the Way You Do It

2007-02-15T11:06:00.000-08:00

Famous Guys in Tuques

I have not posted in just over a week. This is because I have not done very much that's of blogging merrit. On the weekend I went to Mike's with Chris and Anna and we set up a bunch of computers on a local area network (or LAN, if you will-- and some of you, I know that you will). We played Diablo II for about five or six hours. It's an addictive game, considering how pointless it is. You control a character and run him or her around randomly generated maps by clicking. If you see monsters, you can click on them to attack, and then click on any items they drop to pick them up. There's lots of clicking. The speakers were down pretty low, but you knew something was up when you could hear a tidal wave of mouse clicks. Yeah. Games. Go figure, and whatnot.

Did anybody else watch Heroes on Monday? It was pretty intense. Stuff happened, I can't eleaborate incase some readers still have it waiting on their HD PVRs for when they come home.
Speaking of K&K&A&A, I've been covering for them at The Street for just over 3 days now and I haven't heard from them since before they boarded their flight. I hope that means they're having to much fun to call, and not something sinister.

I am at FS, and I've just seen two RCMP officers arrest a man across the street in the Fields parking lot. The two officers took a white dude in a black sweater that said "CANADA" in red letters, navy blue cargo pants, and a black tuque over to one of their dispatch pick-ups. It looked like the came from our side of the street, maybe at Shield's restuarant. The culprit of whatever crime seemed to be giving the officers a hard time with being put in the back of the truck. One of the officers left with a third officer who walked into view, and they went away. The remaining officer seemed to be pretty angry with the culprit, and it looked like he was yelling at the guy. I guess they stood beside the truck for a while, and eventually the officer walked our tuqued antagonist back across the street from where they came. So, yeah, you heard it here first. The trucks are now just leaving, and it looks like the po-po didn't bring anyone in this morning.

Gotta go, customers are here!

3) You make her open the box

2007-02-07T02:38:00.000-08:00

I don't know what's going on. I'm out of the loop. I am no longer essential to the tasks at hand (unless, of course, the task is networking computers).

Here are some things that have recently happened:
- I learned that C.P.Oh's favorite movie moments are when people smash through billboards (I have to admit, it's pure gold)
- Prince rocked the super bowl half-time show and smashed the earth's collective nuts by covering a foo fighters song. I love Dave Grohl and to hear his work performed by one of the world's best musicians makes me wish I had depends undergarments.
- I enjoyed some kick-ass samosas made by Mikara. We ate them avec yogurt and mango chutney. Mmm. If someone who reads this is going to India sometime: please vacuum seal some chaat and Fed Ex it to me.
- I saw an episode of Seinfeld where the gang was lost in a parkade, and it reminded me of being in the same situation with Dash at Metrotown.
- Parkade is a Canadian word.
- I can drink 8 beer and not have a hangover, but if I drink four glasses of wine, two beer, and three vodka highballs, I will feel like like a bag of asses all day.
- I found that hangover vomit is full of mystery contents you cannot recognize.
- I am reminded that drinking that much is silly and unnecessary.
- I've been told "Children of the Corn" is hilarious and that I should watch it.
- I've finished reading Transmetropolitan, and it actually becomes quite good about halfway through. (Thanks, Axel)
- I just fried up some pierogi and it was yummy in my tummy.
- Irresponsibility became my new responsibility.
- That last one isn't true.

Next week I am essential to tasks at hand at Fascination Street and that makes me excited. Be excited with me, will you?

2) You put your junk in that box

2007-01-31T02:34:00.000-08:00

It's really not worth it to stay up to the not-so-wee hours of the morning playing team fortress or D-day game mods. It could be worth it, if human beings did not require sleep. Unfortunately for your humble poster, that is not the case. When one stays up so late, one is tolled their morning and the greater part of their afternoon. It may seem like a fair cost to some, but not for myself. Slowly I'm learning how important it is that I limit myself to the Internet in the evening. Oh, it's not just games that keep me up. There's websites too. I sit here absorbing articles on Wikipedia, Metacritic, All Music Guide, and IMDb for hours. Then, it's finding torrents and downloading them-- only to stay up until they are complete to check them out. MSN fits in there somewhere too. It's a time trap (much like a sand trap, but for time instead of golf balls).

Fortunately tonight will not be as bad. It's already after 2:00 AM, but I have to adjust. I'll be up early tomorrow. I have just come home from Matt's house, where his brother Chris and I were playing the Resident Evil remake for Gamecube. It's a solitaire game, so Chris and I traded off now and then, while enjoying some gin and tonic.

Time for a tangent. As long as I'm on the topic about drinks, I want to let you know I'm very interested in a drink called “Crunk Juice.” I tried this for the first time over the Christmas holidays. It's a simple recipe:

Pour 1 can of Red Bull energy drink into a highball glass with ice.

Add an ounce of Cognac, preferably Hennessey.

Then you can do the Humpty Dance.
End Tangent.

Earlier I was in the park, sledding with with Matt, Chris, Anna and Amanda. It was pretty fun, despite the cold. I had gratuitous lumps of ice lining my beard. Later I went to the supermarket, for the aforementioned tonic, only to find my wallet missing. Matt and I went back to the park to find it. Fortunately it was nearby the entrance, and an easy find.

And that's what happened tonight. Oh, except I returned home, only to find I had left my wallet at Matt's.

I'm going to include in this post another post, one that should have materialized in November.

While trying to play some classic NES games on the dreamcast, a terrible thing happened. The controllers were dead when I turned it on! I tried switching them, removing VMUs, to no avail. Nothing was happening. This was tragic, as this had happened to Axel's dreamcast not long before he left us for Snottsville, Canada. So I did what any smart chap would do, and searched my problem on Google. I learned this was a common occurrence with Dreamcast units. A capacitor on the Controller PCB can blow and stop the controllers from functioning. The page I learned this from also had instructions on how to replace the blown capacitor. So I went to the source, formerly RadioShack, and picked up some needle-nose pliers, a soldering iron, some solder and a value pack of capacitors.

I then started on the machine, taking it apart and removing the contoller board from the chassis. I heated the solder around the capacitor they described (it did not appear blown). I removed it, and inserted the new capacitor, with a slightly higher resistance. With the help of Nathan's steady hand to hold the board for me, I soldered the part in cleanly. I clipped the excess wire and put it everything back together. I hooked it up to the TV again, powered it on, and Viola! Controllers back in action, baby! Zombie Nation and Tetris ensued.

1) You cut a hole in a box

2006-12-28T01:49:00.000-08:00

Looking back on grunge in it's hey-day, I think what I like best were the constant overtones of anti-commercialism, anti-materialism, and anti-classism. I like when Nirvana got it's first appearance on the cover of the Rolling Stone, Kurt wore a plain t-shirt with the self-inked slogan "Corporate magazines still suck."

Look I found a picture for you. Just for you, you special person!

I would like to start being less materialistic. Not that I think it's one of my major flaws, but it is something I don't believe in, so I should avoid it.
But maybe that's not what I want to get at. Maybe I want to be less self-concerned. I will stop right now by no longer worrying if I'm too materialistic or not.
Wow. Solved that problem pretty easily.
I think most every one is self-conscious these days. Everyone is worrying about how they appear to others, while the others are all too self-conscious to be concerned. Of course, I don't mean everyone, just the average.
Being self-conscious is a hard thing to overcome. If everyone was trying hard to not be self-conscious, they would be concerned about appearing that aren't. Probably.
Anyway, I think the Dalai Lama said to "live more simply," and I think that's good advice.

Interestingly enough, If we all started using electric cars like 'the man' doesn't want us to, all the gas jockeys would start losing their jobs, the truckers who drive the gas trucks would lose their jobs, the roughnecks that go to north Alberta to drill would lose their jobs, even the corporate lobbyists (for petrol companies) who help fund politicians would lose their jobs.
If we all used solar power, the electric companies couldn't charge us for anything and all the people who work for those companies would be out of work.
If we all had geo-thermal heat the gas companies would face the same fate.

I'm starting to think the guys in the suits at the top aren't entirely selfish (well, maybe just some of them). We just have so many lives invested in effing up our planet that it's going to be very hard work to change.

Hey I'm crazy now.

Blogsing Day

2006-12-26T21:48:00.000-08:00

Ha ha ha, If that isn't the most clever title. Axel would think he thought it up and somehow influenced me telepathically.
I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas day, whether or not you were celebrating Jesus' birthday or not. Anyway, enough about you, this is my blog. Let's keep focused on me, my ego, and stuff about me. I know you all really wanted to know what was up with Chuck real bad for so long, until you got really frustrated and stopped caring.
I'm a lazy blogger. You know this, unless you think I just don't care. Or maybe you think that nothing actually happens to me! Well, while that may not be far from the truth, I do have some adventures to chronicle, stories to spin, and opinions to give.

Let's get started.

Today I want to talk about grunge music.
Grunge music was hip when I was in elementary school. Early elementary school, like kindergarten or grade one, which translates to 1990/1991. I had no idea what it was, all I knew was that "Back Off Bitch" by Guns n' Roses was a bad ass song (also, I knew that Michelangelo was the coolest Ninja Turtle). Anyway, by the time 1994/1995 rolled around, I was in grade 5 and grunge had become the mainstream rage, and Kurt Cobain had died. I like to think that grunge died with Cobain, and that his peers slowly carried the style to it's grave. You can count with you fingers how many good grunge bands there were, maybe using just one hand if your panties are twisty. (If you aren't familiar, I'd chose some groups like Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Mudhoney, and Temple of the Dog.)
So when I was about 13 and started watching MuchMusic, I was listening to bands that, for the most part, were inspired by Nirvana and friends. I didn't know it at the time, but most of these groups were producing rubbish.
And since then, most popular groups have still been producing rubbish.
The main reason why I wanted to bring this up was that what bothers me the most about most recent music is all the angst, and the teen angst. Especially the teen angst. Ever since grunge passed through, mainstream music has been soaking in it. I don't know if it's fair to blame grunge for it, though. But if not Grunge, what do we blame? The marketing? The listeners? If grunge never happened would be all be annoyed by something else?
Tell me.

I have to go play Quake now, with Axel and Nathan.
Peace out, blog-pals.

Messin' with the inks and pens

2006-11-25T14:52:00.000-08:00

I am eventually going to aquire a wacom. The are many techniques I need to learn to use it for, but it's going to be fun mastering them. This a preview of what you can do for inking your own sketches with no real wacom experience. You can see alot of my lines are shakey, but I'm not used to the tablet yet. Also I don't know any real colouring tecniques so I just filled it in as best and I could while doing it so quickly. Check it, yo:

And Now: David Blaine's Street Magic

2006-11-17T01:25:00.000-08:00

You're the Man Now, Dog

2006-10-23T16:35:00.000-07:00

I went to "the Grizz" with Amy and Dash. Amy likes to start conversations with strangers, and that's fine with me. I remember at one point she asked a gentleman if he had a blog. He responded, "What?"
"Do you have a blog?"
"A 'blog?'"
"Yeah!"
"What the f**k is that?"
And that was the end of that converstation. It is now embedded into my memory like acorns into Boog (from the hit animated feature film 'Open Season'). I saw Open Season in a theatre with Dash. About 10 minutes into the movie there was a transitional scene and some little kid asked "Is it over?"
Man, little kids are stupid.

I didn't want to leave Squamish this morning. But I had to, I had an appointment. When I arrived home I found out the appointment had to be postponed until Wednesday. Life was trying to make a funny.

Oh and Amy's Dad painted this awesome picture of Robert Johnson that he gave to Dasha. It was really good, considering there's like, two Robert Johnson photos out there to reference from.

If you can read this, you're reading

2006-10-11T02:03:00.000-07:00

It's really late now. I think I'm suffering from bloggers block. I attempted a 'post secret' blog and also an 'elaborate portrayal of myself and glasses' blog. Nothing was working. I do have glasses now though, and my class 5 license. About the glasses, they make it so I can see the world much more sharply. It's like upgrading to high-definition life. Pretty freakin' Radical.
This past weekend was Thanksgiving weekend (just a reminder to those of us who were totally wasted for the entire experience) and it was awesome. Dash came to town, and you can read her blog to find out how awesome it all was. She's not here now though, and I do so miss her company. More about the glasses, this pair I chose, which I liked, my mom and the optometrist did not like. However, I learned today I did indeed make the right choice when Ava gave me her approval when I returned to the street. She smiled and giggled and seemed pretty excited when I returned avec spectacles.
I'm thinking, because I plan on moving soon, I will spend some of my remaining days busking in the streets of 100 Mile.
However I can only play 2 songs which I know all the words to: 'Ziggy Stardust' and 'Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots Pt. 1'

Okay, most of the words to.
Oh, there's also one new song I know the words to, but I'm choosing not to sing it to everyone. I still have to practice it until I'm amazing.

But it's late and my sanity is slipping so I'll stop now.
Tune in next time.

PS. Blogger's spellcheck wanted to replace "freakin" with "foreskin."

R.I.P. Rock n' Roll Coffee

2006-09-28T23:23:00.000-07:00

Today Billie brought to Fascination Street two slices of torte, one each for Kryce and myself. I thought that was a very nice gesture, and had I no idea of the foreboding it carried with it. Billie also asked me if I'd like a coffee as she was leaving. I declined (secretly I had some Donovan coffee on order, due in any minute). If I knew then what I know now, I would have had that coffee... More for ceremonial purposes than just general consumption. Towards the evening, around the time when Kryce and I were closing down the store, we had a phone call. Kryce answered it and I paid no mind, but when he hung up he delivered some very unfortunate news.
The Birch Ave. Cafe and Bistro was done. Closed for the day? No. Closed forever. That's it. The news actually depressed me when I heard it. No more free coffee-- but that's the least of it. No more ultra-delicious pasta lunches so close to the store. No more voluptuous desserts. No more small talk with our Austrian ex-rocker acquaintances. No more sexy pictures on the wall. No more combination words like FruitJuice or TomatoSoup. No more Nirvana poster in the hall, no more Wolf Gang photos and news clippings. No more of the whimsical, organic atmosphere that the cafe emanated. I'm going to miss it. This is my catharsis and testimonial.

I also wish I had a camera so I could post a picture of it.

It's like Rick Rubin produces my blog (that is, if blogs were music)

2006-09-22T01:31:00.000-07:00

Cagey

caÂ·gey also caÂ·gy (kā'jē)
adj., -giÂ·er, -giÂ·est.

Wary; careful: a cagey avoidance of a definite answer.
Crafty; shrewd: a cagey lawyer.

'Kara calls me cagey. I realize she does this because I am. I tend not to say what I'm thinking. I also prefer make implications rather than statements. I am starting to think this is a bad habit that is going to stunt my social growth. That's okay, Sylvana learning centre and I can work towards a brighter, less apprehensive future.

Speaking of apprehension, I'm very much so when blogging about my weekend. I will divulge that it was the best weekend ever, and I played Scrabble (which, if you're reading this, you probably already know). I did not win this game of Scrabble. Kryce thinks that to challenge he and Mikara to a match of Scrabble is synonymous with board game suicide. I'm headstrong though, because I layed down the word 'paragon' once-- which is awesome, because of the lost TV pilot to "Heat Vision and Jack." It's pretty much the greatest show to never be aired, and somehow I found it on the interweb. Maybe it's on YouTube somewhere, let me check for you.
Holy dancing monkey crap, it is! Buckle up for the best half an hour of your life. Ever.

That's all for now ~~

Lack of Blog-a-tion

2006-09-16T16:16:00.000-07:00

It's time for another post. Not because I feel like posting, but because I don't feel like having the same posts on here all time. I have been pondering some things, like why don't the mars volta make an album that was good like their first release? What's Danger Mouse going to do next? (He's currently on tour with the rest of Gnarls Barkley...) Why the crap does it have to get so cold in 100 Mile all of a sudden? A week ago it was a muggy twenty-plus degrees outside. Why don't I practice design anymore? Back in the day I was all about checking surfstation, styleboost, and cubadust for the most cutting-edge and breath-taking websites and design portfolios. Maybe it's because I don't have a digital camera. I probably should have had one long ago. And why is it I am prioritizing a DS Lite over one? tsk. There's so much stuff in this world. But we don't need stuff, all we need is love. And food. A love for food couldn't hurt either.

Nice Night for a...

2006-09-07T02:08:00.000-07:00

The moon is nice and full and bright tonight. You can see the world doused in pale moonlight.
It's kind of blue.
I like nights like this.
Hot Chip says "Arrest Yourself," and then I go to bed.

It Was a Falafely Good Time

2006-09-06T02:21:00.000-07:00

à la mode

I hung out with Dasha recently. Yesterday (or the day before, if you want to go by technical date). We watched Little Miss Sunshine, which is the best movie of 2006 I've seen. I liked that the soundtrack had Sufjan Stevens. Dash noticed a continuity error involving ice cream, which isn't even on the list at imdb. This means Dasha is keener than 1,000,052 internet-capable movie geeks.

Later, during some falafel feasting, Dash mentioned an anecdote about these kids in a band playing "Paradise City," which later played for us at a 'library' called the royal. Coincidence? I think not.

One more highlight was in a small park where we sat on a bench and I played guitar and Dash read her new PostSecret book (which you would know about if you've read her blog, which you should have, if you haven't you need to go right now the link is on the right) and there was a family with a cute little baby not too far from us, and there was a kid further away that was really good at handstands. It was sunny, warm and calm and it makes me feel warm to remember it.

Benamm and Axel are gone away now. Not like dead, but like far away that they wont be in the street everyday, or every other day. It makes me think about Mikara's post, and it makes me think about how the Street is going to seem lonely, and how it will be 33.333% more when I take my leave. At least K-boo will keep up appearances.

Axel made off with some of mike's dreamcast games, but that's OK because I have his share of the 'official' DC titles still, and his computer games. I'm sure he'll be ready to trade when he visits.

Oh, and when I was on the phone this evening with D the light kept flicking real dim for a new seconds, and there was weird, loud hum/buzz sound that came from outside that everyone in the house heard. And the cable went out. It was obviously aliens nearby that caused it, if the X-Files have taught me anything.

You're It

2006-09-01T01:27:00.000-07:00

1. One book that changed your life: I don't know if I've read a book that 'changed my life'. I guess textbooks from school made me smarter.

2. One book you’ve read more than once: Mortal Kombat by Martin Delrio. Based on the motion picture written by Kevin Drooney. I read this book twice in my elementary school days.

3. One book you’d want on a desert island: Moby Dick by Herman Melville. I think I remember some story that had a character stranded somewhere and Moby Dick was the only book he had... anyone remember where that's from?

4. One book that made you giddy: Catch-22 by Joseph Heller. I've yet to read a funnier book.

5. One book that wracked you with sobs: I have not read a book that has wracked me with sobs. I guess I will read that one Mikara posted, but I'll make sure to procrastonate on that.

6. One book that you wish had been written: My own journals from earlier in life. They could help me remember all those little things I forgot. I want to keep one now.

7. One book you wish had never been written: I don't know of, or at least have not read a book I wish was never written. I'm sure I'll find one sometime.

8. One book you’re currently reading: Angels & Demons by Dan Brown, and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Rober Pirsig. Oh, that's two.

9. One book you’ve been meaning to read: The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, becuase Andy Kauffman sometimes read it to people.

10. Now tag four bloggers: I think I'm the last blogger of the power friends to blog this. Go me!

Little Mac in Bill Gate's Super Punch Out!!

2006-08-26T14:30:00.000-07:00

SO
the big deal right now is:

MAC VS. PC

AND NOW YOU WANT TO KNOW:

what's the dillio?

Allow me to shed some light on this madness. Apple has this new ad campaign that pits it's product against PCs, and more specifically, Microsoft. Basically they are attemping to showcase all the instances where Macs can superceed Windows computers through personification. The PC is shown as a boring, middle-aged, white-collar, doesn't-really-know-what-he's-doing-when-it-comes-to-technolgy, listens-to-KISS-and-supertramp kinda guy, while the Mac is represented by the hip and upcoming comedy actor Justin Long, who looks like an elongated version of Mandy's brother. In each ad, both dudes try to tell us how they work and Mac ends up working better. You can see the Ads on the Apple Website.

These ads have proven to be pretty popular across cyberspace, and fortunatley many YouTube users have uploaded their own, more realistic reenactments.

UPDATE: This reenactment especially.

I can't let it take a whole month

2006-08-16T22:46:00.000-07:00

sup!

A tribute to coffee

2006-07-17T12:13:00.000-07:00

Coffee, you are great. Usually.
You are Great when some dum-dum doesn't screw you up.
Donovan must be one of your favorites, because he helps you develop so well.
I like you, even when you have friends over, like sugar and cream and grand marnier.
I like how you inspire me to think and move.
I think it's strange how you make my pickle water smell funny.
I like how you taste with steamed milk or rich German chocolate.
I'm sorry I didn't like you when I was a kid.

Dream Blog: One

2006-07-10T10:45:00.000-07:00

Last night I had a strange dream. I remember it from the point where I was walking up this big hill in the woods near a highway. I was with Mike and some older guy who resembled Leslie Nielsen. We were walking up this grassy part of the hill until we reached the top. At the top, there was a square pit that was about 20' by 20' that was lined with concrete bricks. The pit was about 60 feet deep and there was a square building at the bottom. The building was single-storey, and it had light emanating from fixtures on each side.
The three of us jumped down to the bottom of the pit, and we landed on cushions that lined the bottom. The cushions were like couch cushions; they were pale green in colour, around 2 feet square in size and they were perfectly aligned, filling the area around the building.
The building looked like it could have been a storage room for the PSO Secondary School: it was painted the same white, made with the same bricks, and had a very similar roofing theme. On one side of the building there were 2 doors, the same style as the doors to Fields or 7-Eleven.
We entered the building, and it was well lit, light a waiting room at a clinic. Inside, it was a small area, about 12 by 12 feet. The ceiling was normal level, and the floor was carpeted. On the wall to the right was another set of doors, the same as the first, which seemed to open to an impossible area. This area was huge, and looked like a giant room out of a day care centre.
When I entered this giant room, I was alone, and I could fly. I flying along a set path, I couldn't choose where I was going. It was more like I was floating than flying. The path eventually took me to the other end of this room, where there was a two-door exit.
Upon leaving the giant-room, I was outside, in a town, and there was a cement path through some grass to the sidewalk beside the road. Some of my relatives, aunts and uncles and such, were standing around conversing just outside of the exit. They seemed excited that I was now able to fly. I flew away and was heading over something like a machine yard, it had a chain link fence that seemed to stretch on pretty far. I was flying along the fence and seemed to have trouble flying into the wind, as it kept pushing me back. Outside of the machine yard, into he direction the wind was coming from, Mike called out, "C'mon chuck, over this way!"
I flew against the wind for a while and made it a bit further, and then I landed myself next to the fence in the machine yard. Near me, right next to the fence, a cat was lying. It looked like it had all it's fur shaved off except for on it's head. It's skin was all different colours in areas, some black, some white, some flesh tones. It's front arm that was closest to me looked like a weird, pale, sausage and I remember finding it very disturbing. At this point I was holding a gun, and I shot the cat in the head three times. I think I was doing it to put the cat out of it's misery. But as I shot the cat the setting had changed to my bedroom and the cat was on my bed and there were bloody bullet holes in the wall. I found those most disturbing of all, and I felt deep regret for have shot the cat. It was about that time I woke up.

The hiatus is back off. Again.

2006-07-10T02:01:00.000-07:00

I would like to express my thoughts about a movie called "American Beauty". Out of all the oscar winners post-American Beauty, Lord of the Rings: Return of the King is the only movie I enjoy more. The first Oscar winner I enjoy more than American Beauty prior to it is Schindler's List, which was 6 years prior. However, I should note that, at this time, I have not viewed Shakespear in Love.
I think American Beauty is an excellent movie. It has great acting, most notably by the headlining stars, Kevin Spacey and Annette Bening (however, I found all of the acting by the rest of the cast top-gear as well). It has a profound-yet-compelling plot which becomes subtly more intensified as it progresses. It has amazing cinematography. It is one of the best made movies I have seen.
It has come to my attention that many people I know don't hold this film in such high regard. I am wondering why this is.
Why is this?

I am feeling posty

2006-07-09T01:34:00.000-07:00

Today was a day like no other.
Actually, that's entirely untrue. Today was a day like many others, yet it had many variations so I could tell it wasn't a rerun of some other day (Germany claiming bronze would be a good example). I went to work today, which is great, because work is great, especially when you work at one of your favorite jobs. Something special happened today; I think there's a virus going around or something. Kryce and Aqua both wanted me to make new banners for their blogs. Of course, I was entirely opposed to this idea, because I hate change and I hate posting blogs. [I have decided to highlight that with the colour of sarcasm. I bet you didn't know that was sarcasm's colour. That's right: mauve.] The truth of the matter is, I don't hate change, and I don't hate posting blogs. I'm just to lazy to do either. However, I'm not a fan of being threatened with touch. If you want to poke something, you should buy a Nintendo DS or a Sheep. That said, this game is the worst. I hope they make it for the DS(sarcasm strikes again!)

There is a sheep, and a goat, and a cock riding in that balloon!

Also, Greg stopped in to say hi to the pett-gang but they were not there. Oh, and "M" and "L" (or 'Benamm's bridge partners' as they are most commonly referred as) stopped in and "M" had some juicy internet details about the decline of the modern toy market. It was thrilling! [Enough, Sarcasm! Leave us alone!] I also now believe that, in the hands of the right director, a documentary about M and L would be a film festival sensation.
After work today, I finished the bag of Sweet Chili & Sour Cream Potato chips. Then I went out to the 108 for barbecue and gaming action, where I poaned newbies at Cranium Hoopla. I know, it's hard to understand how that can happen when everyone is working together. Just trust me, it did. Happen, that is. I was surprised at how much fun the night turned out to be. I even had a chance to enjoy a heinie at Detroit. Later Alex and I tried to watch Boondock Saints, but he was too much of a pantywaist to stay awake for it. Which leaves me here, blogging, for once.

Blogging

2006-07-06T14:21:00.000-07:00

Sup?

Runnin' On... Bravado

2006-03-23T22:38:00.000-08:00

So I go to Save-On to pick up a few blank CD-Rs. I find the CDs, in aisle 15, as predicted. They had a 5-pack of Fuji. I thought, sweet. And then I noticed something: beside them was another fuji 5-pack... A special 5-pack, at the same price. A pack that, according to the price tag below, promised 25 bonus 'SoM' points upon purchase.
But there was a catch - these CDs had special attributes (enhancements, even) for storing digital photos. But they were the same size and burn speed as the discs without magical photo storing magic. I debated with myself; if these CDs are going to be used for audio, maybe the photo discs are not the best choice... Perhaps there is a difference in the dye, or some other, crazier crap.
After much deliberation, the photo CDs with the whopping 25 bonus points were chosen. And damn if they didn't work in my car cd player. I bet they would work in a deck that could read Cd-R/RWs... but I don't have that. Stupid, stupid photo CD-Rs.

Thanks for reading, and have a super day!

This Entry Speaks for Itself

2006-03-20T02:46:00.000-08:00

Every time I do it, I do it for my hood

2006-03-19T02:25:00.000-08:00

I look forward to Saturday Night Live again, for the Digital Shorts and Weekend Update in particular. I was sort of let down this evening when I tuned in to find NBC airing a rerun. There was some good news, however: I saw Shakira performing and I decided I would "digitally acquire" some early Cranberries albums. Oh, and the good news? Andy Samberg was dressed up in giant hot dog suit, and Horatio Sans was eating deviled eggs.
Is it wrong that I found myself enjoying Pink's new video for 'stupid Girls?' While the song isn't exactly 'Feel Good Time,' Pink tries to instill some sort of integrity into young girls (with messages that parallel "burn your Bratz dolls" or "don't be ditzy whore"). I should say I was mainly interested because the video is funny and cynical, taking some pot shots at bulimia and Paris Hilton among other problems with the world.
About the Cranberries, perhaps I was inspired by St. Patrick's Day to increase the amount of Irish megabytes on my hard disk. Perhaps... Or maybe I just wanted to hear 'Zombie' real bad-like.
In other good music news, tonight I finally found the Jawbox album 'For Your Own Special Sweetheart". Now that I've lost your attention, please feel free to look at this picture of an RV with a giant cow on top:

No Fat Chicks

2006-03-08T23:03:00.000-08:00

Ha ha! It's funny that I titled this entry "No Fat Chicks." Of course, it's also sad because I mean it. Dismemberment Plan have a song called "Onward, Fat Girl." I like that title. Maybe I'm just trying to be as cool as Dismemberment Plan.
I drove to McDonald's today. I wanted to try a "Fillet-O-Fish," because it's been years and years since I've eaten one. I also wanted an excuse to listen to Disc 2 of LCD Soundsystem in my car. Upon my arrival, I discovered that McDonald's wanted me to "catch the difference" with their new edition of the Fillet-O-Fish. They have changed the way they made this fishy burger. It looks like it's breaded now, like a fish stick in a bun. I was disappointed that I would not be able to enjoy the classic version. I ordered the 2 Cheeseburger Meal instead. I could have had more cheesebugers but I didn't want to poo hard.
When I left Mickey D's, It was starting to snow/sleet all over the place. By the time I was driving out of WL it was getting very hard to see the road in front of me. And here I though spring had sprung, that winter was gone. I guess winter wanted me to know who I was messing with, and if it was going out, it was going out swinging. I drove slowly and it took a hella-long time to get home, but I had at least escaped the evil clutches of the storm around Lac La Hache. Then I rented some movies and came home and made this post.

o rly?

2006-03-08T22:59:00.000-08:00

2006-01-10T19:10:00.000-08:00

My Morning Jacket prove to be cool dudes!
I thought this was interesting. I do not like the DMCA, and I also do not like Wal-Mart. I also don't like that Nestle promotes feeding babys baby formula in 3rd world countries.

Top Ten Albums of 2005 (plus top 20)

2006-01-08T16:24:00.000-08:00

20) Okkervil River – Black Sheep Boy
19) Gorillaz – Demon Days
18) Antony and the Johnsons – I am a Bird Now
17) Animal Collective - Feels
16) Wolf Parade – Appologies to the Queen Mary
15) Edan – Beauty and the Beat
14) Queens of the Stone Age – Lullabies to Paralyze
13) DangerDoom – The Mouse and the Mask
12) Clap your hands say yeah! - Clap your hands say yeah!
11) LCD Soundsystem – LCD Soundsystem

10) The White Stripes – Get Behind Me Satan. Jack White delivers again. This time, the Stripes are a little more gothic, a little more poppy, and much more old-fashioned. And yet... not?
Every track is a keeper, except for White Moon, maybe. White Moon is a half-keeper. Something like it has to be where it is on this album. I can definitely feel some emotion in this track, but the rest of the song fails to impress.
My Favorite tracks are Take, Take, Take, ( the doubling and then tripling of the vocal track on the chorus is genius) Ugly as I seem, and Instinct Blues.

9) Isolée - We Are Monster. Best techno since aphex twin's selected works. This is a beautiful, involved, and never annoying techno masterpiece. I like how I can have this album play in the background and I won't even notice it --I can also have a focused listen to this album and be thoroughly satisfied.

8) Bloc Party – Silent Alarm – It came out so early in the year I had almost forgot it was from 2005. These guys are super great. They have a defined rock sound, and they are totally British. Recommended if you like The Clash, Gang of Four and Franz Ferdinand. I didn't find a dead track on this album, although some are definiately more alive than others. My favorites from Silent Alarm: Helicopter, Luno, Blue Light, Positive Tension, Price of Gas, This Modern Love.

7) System of a Down – Mezmerize. This album is so good, I want to crap my pants. It takes me away from strangest place, sweet Danny and Lisa. This is SOADs first 'real' album since Toxicity, and it's an amazing follow-up. Actually, it seems more like Toxicity was a build-up to this record.
With Mezmerize, guitarist/backgound-vocalist Daron Malakian was given far more creative control. He wrote or co-wrote most of the songs on this albums, and the vocals seem to be split 50/50 with frontman Serj Tankian. Malakian also produced most of the Album. With this change, SOAD sounds far more eclectic (as if the weren't already eclectic when they arrived) and refined. This is the best metal/hard rock album of the year.
My favorite tracks are: Lost in Hollywood, B.Y.O.B, Radio/Video, and Violent Pornography (although every song could be a pick).

6) M.I.A. - Arular. The best club/dance album of the year. A politically charged frame, built on rad-alicious beats, decorated with funky-crazy techno noises. Can someone dance and revolt at the same time? M.I.A. thinks we can. My Favorite tracks are Fire Fire, Bucky Done Gun, Galang, and 10 $.

5) My Morning Jacket – Z. It's Inspired, Inventive, Intelliegent, and Impeccable. You could use those words to descibe this album for the tongue tied category of Cranium Hoopla.
This CD features great bass lines ( track 2 really borrows from a flaming lips yoshimi song), neato guitar solos (see: what a wonderful man) and the drumming is so great, and composed perfectly (note the subtle double kick on 'wordless chorus'). This is Elvis Costello meets the Flaming Lips meets the indie sound of the last 4 years.
Favorite Tracks: Off the Record, Wordless Chorus, Into the Woods.

4) Kanye West – Late Regestration. Best hip-hop album of the year. Kanye's the best, and he knows it. Mostly, he knows everyone knows it. And nobody cares, because they love it. The production is matchless, the rhymes are quick and clever. It's funny, cool, sexy and arrogant-- and it's in the stereo. Favorite Tracks: Heard 'em Say, Drive Slow, Golddigger, Celebration, Crack Music.

3) The New Pornographers – Twin Cinema. This album rocks, soothes and never disappoints. It's also Canadian and shows that our country has something decent hiding behind all the Nickelbacks and Bryan Adams-s-es. Favorite tracks: Spanish Techno, Twin Cinema, Jackie Dressed in Cobras, Three or Four, The Bleeding Heart Show.

2) Fiona Apple – Extraordinary Machine. It was hard deciding the winning place between Sufjan and Fiona. The songs are clever, endearing, interesting, and often poignant. It has something of a dark sound to it while staying smart, sassy, and confident. This album has a poppy, jazzy, and often rocking mix of sounds. She makes you think about what she's saying, or she makes you try to sing along. Favorite Tracks: Tymps, O' Sailor, Not About Love, Extraordinary Machine, Better Version of Me.

1) Sufjan Stevens – Illinois. This album is amazingly ambitious, dynamic, moving, catchy, and odd. Some of the songs have a very jazzy or classical feel. Some of the songs rock out just enough. Some songs are a combination of the aforementioned. Some of the songs are very simple or quiet, yet intense (for example: the song “John Wayne Gacy, Jr.”). Some of the songs are catchy and upbeat, like track 3: Come On! Feel The Illinoise! - Part I The World's Columbian Exposition - Part II Carl Sandburg Visits Me In A Dream. Also, the song titles are ridiculous and I don't even care. Favorite Tracks: Track 03, Track 09, Track 12, Track 15, Track 19, Track 22.

Albums in red were constantly played my car in 2005.

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

2005-11-24T01:07:00.000-08:00

House of Wax and Underworld were better than I anticipated. I like energy drinks, especially Red Bull.

2005-11-04T00:48:00.000-08:00

"If you don't let me have ice cream, I'll pout like this for the rest of the night."

This evening I watched the Interpreter. Overall, this movie was pretty good. Sean Penn played his role as a widowed secret service agent quite naturally, although I think this kind of role is his niche. I was actually more impressed with how convincing Nicole Kidman was as a South-African-born U.N. Translator. Her accent work was great, and she remained very believable even during emotional or high tension scenes. The plot is pretty decent for a thriller; some bad folk are trying to kill Kidman becuase she overheard them plotting their assassination attempt of the Motombo president. Later in the movie Kidman's personal adversity to the president, her past involvement in revolutionary tactics, and her relationship with Penn all tie into the plot, and it nears on too much complexity. Somehow the direction of the movie stays on path, and we are given a decent, somwhat predictable climax. The denoument is rather underplayed, considering the time the movie used to engage Penn and Kidman.
I'll give this movie a 7/10. It's not my favorite kind of movie, but the acting was swell (huh-huh... swell) and it stayed interesting(huh-huh... interesting). Also, I should remind you that Penn was Spiccoli. You know, the Spiccoli that was 'out of order' in Mr. Hand's history class.

The 'It's about friggin' time' entry

2005-11-02T22:38:00.000-08:00

A while back, I borrowed a camera from Chris. I used it to do something fun and exciting. Or possibly nerdy and stupid. Anyway, there exists a game called Unreal Tournament. Any member of LXG knows about it. What's cool about it is that you can use the editor that comes with it to make new maps, add sounds, or even make skins. And as you probably haven't guessed, I used this camera to abuse the latter... est... of these freedoms.

Much like in TRON, I put myself in the videogame. Of course, this took a fair amount of work, and the skin is only part finished. I think I've lost interest in it at this point, as to be expected. But this is the horrible abomination I have unleashed up the world:

Almost perfect in realistic proportionsWhat I could look like if I took my flu shot:An army of Charles descends upon you. It's all so very wrong.

I Threw a Nickel

2005-10-06T02:11:00.000-07:00

I have to stop staying up so late. I think I have a problem; I stay on my computer too long. I need healthy things like sleep and excercise, and staying up late on the computer does not supply either of these essentials. There have been a few days this month where I have felt so tired at work that it's affected my performance, I'm sure. And when you're working for a colleauge, this can guilt you immensely. Let's hope I can find my ambition by finding a heathly sleep pattern.

Today I watched Amityville Horror with some friends. It was pretty much awful, but it was still entertaining. That's what is nice about horror movies.
The friends I watched it with said they found it pretty scary. One even said his room was creeping him out in the dark-- So when I left that night I waited around a bit and threw a nickel at his window. When he saw me, I beleive he said through the glass, "I hate you, go home!"

I hope that makes me a good friend.