Things That Rule

Charlotte Gainsborug's 5:55- A delightful album of arrangements by Air, lyrics by Jarvis Cocker and the vocal efforts of Charlotte Gainsbourg (The Science of Sleep.) The song "Tel que tu es" sounds like a song from Final Fantasy games as does the one piano bridge of "Little Monsters", "Everything I Cannot See" has one of the most gorgeous piano lines and "AF607105" is a delightful tune with goofy lyrics and the most Air sounding track on the disc. A full review to come on http://www.marginalminds.com/ although this album was released in April.

Weeds: Season 2- Holy shit was this the goods. Martin Donovan is delightfully creepy, Mary Louise Parker may be a horrible mother, but you can't but feel for her, the list could go on and on. The show ends in a ridic cliffhanger, but thank GOD season 3 starts in two weeks! So Good!

Guitar Hero: Rock's the 80's- Mainly for Limozeen, Extreme, Dio and Ratt. But overall, a good halfway point to what will rule in Guitar Hero 3.


The band Romeo Void- So much 80's New Wave with jaunty guitars and sexy Sax. "Never Say Never" is an addictingly catchy song, but the rest of their stuff is just as awesome.

And that's all the stuff I am obsessing over right now.

A Period of Transition

Mixing it up again. I feel retarded that I even have this blog still. I never sometimes right stuff that has some purpose. The end might be near for this little outlet. Mainly because without a computer, it's hard for me to update. And because I don't have anything of interest to write. The only thing I can think of that I want to share is my Onion Headline I just thought of:
Bush's Colonoscopy Determines President is 'Still an Asshole'

I will probably keep this bad boy, but it won't be very often that I will post anything. Maybe just the usual bitch and moan no one will read.

I Feel Like Going Home

Today is going to be long, slow, boring and sucky.



Last night, however, was fucking awesome. After a shitty, hectic day at the Towers filled with stupid mistakes that were my fault and a few tours that seemed mostly lukewarm in leasing possibilities, I rocked some sweet bar action with some of my favorite people. Sarah Deal and Joe Papa Giorgio were celebrating another year of being alive at the Bayou and Sapphire in the good old Yunk. I'm feeling the effects of rahter inexpensive Tanqueray and Tonics this morning. Regardless, hanging out with the Deal, Tara, Val and a sweet surprise visit from Ray, Kel and Flanny was te perfect cap to make what seemed to look like a crappy Saturday actually a lot of fun.

Things that make me happy as of late:
The Deftones cover of John Lennon's "Jealous Guy"
Radiohead on shuffle
Friends who live nearby
Gin
Dinosaur Jr.'s new album Beyond
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead: The Dirty Life and Times of Warren Zevon
Drum Machines
David Bowie's cover of the Pixies "Cactus"

Things that make me not so happy:
Sleepless nights
Hangovers
Work

The Hour Grows Late

It is coming. More like she is coming. Yes indeed, this weekend marks the date that the lovely, glorious and most wonderful woman I have ever met, Tara Fleck, moves in four blocks away. I'm not sure the city of Philadelphia is prepared for the amounts of Carnage that will ensue due to her coming. This will mark the first time in my life that I have readily available amounts of Fleck right down the street. This could be the most revolutionary thing to happen to my life since, well, since the Sexional.

It's tough living alone yet thanks to the good will of the luck of the draw, moving to West Philly has given me readily available awesomeness possible. Elise Lavender, George Giles and now Tara Fleck, The Real Deal and Judi Bad News right here. Walking distance. Once I get a bike, then the Drew's will be reinjected into my face and once Season 2 of Weeds is out on DVD, I will make it my bizznizz to make it to Lazor's for Season 3 action at his pad with the lovely Michelle.

It's a great city, Philadelphia. My first few months as a resident have been pretty good. But now that more people are around, and people that I love and trust, it's mutha fuckin' on.

In other news, I haunched on Resident Evil 4 for Wii and MY GOD if it isn't ever so fun to slay Zombie European Freaks on the Wii. It really is a revolutionary gaming console and should have been named "The Revolution" like it originally was going to be. Regardless, I can't wait for Kart, Smash and the other Mario game. Also, my reservations are in for both GH Rocks the 80's and GH3 all for PS2 though. The Kramer guitar will be mine!

Tonight I will see Live Free or Die Hard.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTyw6cq86kY
This is the goods.

Can't Forget

Aaaaand I'm back. I've been back for a few days.

Italia was quite awesome. I have pictures being developed. Maybe I can scan that shite in if any are worthy of seeing. I don't feel like going into mad details. I was going to, but most of the trip was sightseeing with the family, eating out every night at awesome delish restaurants and just other family trip type stuff. If you want any details, ask me. I will gladly tell you.


Other news and updates, I got a typewriter and porch furniture from residents at CHT who were throwing stuff away. HEYOO! The typewriter has a whiteout feature so if I spell a word wrong, it will delete it for me. BANG-O!

I've been writing for Ryan Carey's new website www.marginalminds.com. It's going well. My first article should be up by the time most of you read this blog. If not, shortly there after. I submitted two articles so far with more to come. I really miss writing reviews so I'm glad I can write for someone who wants reviews to be written. Maybe someday I can write more and maybe I will unt down Drew Lazor and get some free lancing shit although I'm still without a computer.

I've been listening to a lot of the new Earlies and Dinosaur Jr. albums and so far they are standing out above the other albums I posted as my best of 2007 so far. Mr. Dogg will be getting a Year-In-Review so far from me as per request.

Other than that, not much to say. I'm super fucking excited about the fact that Tara, The Real Deal and Ms. Judi will be moving 4 blocks from my apartment. Times are good.

Did I Tell You

That I am going to Italia?!

If not, sorry. But I will be back on the 24th of Junio. So prepare!

Until then....


Urban Dictionary.

hork

1. v. to quickly eat.
2. v. to vomit or belch in a manner like that of vomiting.
3. n. vomit
4. v. to steal or pilfer, usually pertaining to items of little value.
5. v. screw up, make dysfunctional
6. v. to sell (a bastardization of *hawk*)
6. v. do (can mean essentially anything)
"I horked it down, then I horked it back up. Then he horked my hork, and horked it to this guy who was totally horked up. then I horked my sister."

My Heart's Reflection

I don't have much to report. Life is, chugging along, I guess. The only thing I got going for me these days is a trip to Italy next week. That and friends moving to the West Philly area. I need to get out more in my hood and I need to see more people living in the city on a weekly basis. I'm looking in your directions, Lazor, Stephan and Chwastyk. Other than that, these two quots can sum up my life at the moment.


"The head is always the dupe of the heart."
~La Rochefoucauld

"Between here and there is better then either here or there."
~Pavement "Conduit for Sale!"

Styles of the Times

The year is more than half over right about now. It's a friggin ridiculous thought. Here is my year in review. Everything from events, movies, music and other random stuff.

Events:

So far I have been able to do some awesome things, but for the most part it's been work, sleep, eat, drink with friends and repeat. The events that have made this year worthy of it being good so far are the following:


Trip to L.A.- My first solo flight to the Golden State was pretty awesome. I enjoyed the solitude of the plane flight where I caught up on some sleep, watched Mad Max on my iPod and read a lot of The Iron Heel. Hanging with Justin and Doc was much needed. Those two are equally full of life and enjoy chilling out in a way that we at home are feeling a bit stale. We rocked an E6 show, a UCB Improv show, record stores, book stores, karaoke jams, a trip to Santa Monica and an amazing movie theater experience care of Hot Fuzz. I couldn't have asked for a better time.

Cedar Avenue- The new residence is almost turning two months old. I can't say more how much I love living on my own. I do get lonely sometimes, but it was a nice change of pace from the doldrums that was living at home. I need to have more people and events at my place, although more than 4 people is going to be intense. But yeah, open invite for the summer. Call me up and come by or I will plan a dinner for you guys so I can cook for you.

Music:

Not that this year has sucked, it has just been a little flat for new music but here is my quicky top 5 new albums.


5. K-OS- Atlantis: Hymns for Disco- Thank Dan Hodges of the Nighthawks for the intro to K-OS but this disc is the kind of no bullshit fun hip-hop that I'm down with. I got some Jurassic 5 action to listen to too, but this one has a diverse mesh of sounds including an Otis Redding style track and an apperance of Sam Roberts on a track.

4. Arcade Fire- Neon Bible- A good follow-up to Funeral. I don't think these guys can go wrong. I love their song structures and the variation in song styles. It's a lot more brooding than Funeral although it still has all the baroque charms that make Arcade Fire who they are.

3. The Shins -Wincing the Night Away- Although it has it's dull moments at times, when the Shins write a damn good pop song, they write a damn good pop song. The songs on this album are pretty catchy, a lot of fun. After repeat listens, it's still enjoyable and it fits in well with the "No Complaints" philosoph of lfie I'm trying to grasp these days. Just pure fun.

2. Wilco- Sky Blue Sky- Is it bad for me to say that I already love this album only after a few listens? No it's not. It's simplistic, no bullshit songwriting. I'm kinda sick of people who are like "It's not Yankee Hotel". When I hear that, it shows how retarded that person is. Not everyone can churn out something like that everytime and bands don't want to do the same thing over and over and over again. This is more like Being There where the songs are honest and direct, avoiding flowery emotional speeches when they break the news.

1. Earl Greyhound- Soft Targets- Speaking of direct, this album is no bones about it awesome rock and roll music. With the infusion of Zeppelin and Television in their stlye, the Greyhound doesn't fuck around. The live show is great, and the disc is a great companion to keep me satisfied until the next time they come around. I want Wilco to friggin tour in Philadelphia and have these guys open. It would be the event of the year.

Movies:

I hafta say that only a few movies have really been worth seeing this year and they are the following in order of appearence:

Grindhouse- Sucks that this didn't do as well as it should have. But then again. most of America is retarded.

Hot Fuzz- So far the best of the bunch I've seen. Ridiculously hilarious.

Waitress- God rest Adrienne Shelly. It may be a bit cheesey, but ya know what, it feels good to enjoy a nice sentimental movie. It's well done, quirky and definitely worth a view (esp. on a date. The gals will love you for it.)

That's 07 in a nutshell.... so far.

Paul Is Dead

Or will be. This week has been overbooked with things to do. Not complaining about this, per se, but I do love the idea of having a lot of things to do. Here is the itenerary.

Tonight:
Danno invades the War Room for Wii action, 40's and Pizza (bring your own jitney rag.)

Tomorrow:
Work till 7pm.
These Arms Are Snakes, Against Me!, Cursive and Mastodon... in ONE night! (Let the scenester fights begin!)

Saturday:
Work till 5pm.
Driving to Wilkes to see the lovely and amazing Ms. Tara Fleck. (God I miss this woman!) Sojourning with Ms. Deal shall be a nice treat as well. I miss our car lemgth talks.

Sunday:
Wake up and get some diner action in Wilkes.
Head back to Wiihawken to abduct Danno again and head to Rob Ealer's final party in Ewwing.

Then I work Monday.

Jesus.

Beyond that, life is good. Earl Greyhound is in my veins, Mother Night was a pretty decent flick, I finally started Player Piano after finishing The Iron Heel and just dropped a lot of money getting my car fixed. That's okay though as a paycheck is coming tomorrow and such.

Beyond those updates, the flux of life has not had much in the way of, well, flux

Sleeping Pill

Recently, and ever since moving to Cedar Ave, I have had the most intensely vivid and sometimes effed up dreams. They have ranged from being the tour manager for Prince and being Robert Redford in a kinky fucked up version of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. I can't really describe a lot of these dreams (minus the Prince one... it was pretty memorable... and the Redford one.. it was pretty, well, disturbing) but I can say one thing...

What the hell is going on in my life that all of a sudden I have to dream every single night? I really don't know. I guess I'm just stressed out about family, the single life and work.

But why dream? I guess no one will ever know why it happens, but it does. Last night I had at least 10 different dreams or at least one with 10 different parts that had no connection. The only one I remember was trying to get my car fixed at some shop and the guy was all annoying about it saying thigns like "What do you want me to do about it?" and I was like "Dude I fucking pay you to do this shit cuz I know nothing about cars." It was annoying because I woke up freaking out every hour and a half. I just want one normal nights sleep, dammit!

Speeding Motorcycle

It's May. It's effing May. What the hell is going on with time? I guess this happens when you get older. The sands of time get sucked through the hourglass a bit faster than usual. That's not a bad thing necessarily. It's just flying by.

Regardless, here are some life-updates.

Cedar Ave is awesome. I love my apartment. I need more people to come visit and I need to get out in the 'hood more often. I walked around the other day when it was really nice outside and I pretty much love my 'hood. I need to get new porch furniture however. I think my landlord chucked the old couch and chair that was right in front of my pad. But that has to change. I'm gonna go to the shady furniture store and rawk out some new chairs. I will be getting some new batteries for my camera and the next time I have off of work and a spare moment to wander, I will do a photo opp of my 'hood. Right now it's pretty gorgeous.

Work is work. Not much to report.

Love life is still no existent. Not really worried about that all too much. I would like to meet some people out there, and I have a few in mind I'd like to enjoy the company of, but as usual environment gets in the way of that.

That's just about it. Things are flying by and life is chugging along.

Blue Line Swinger

It was been wriit.

The Wii is in da house.

And it is wonderful.

So far I have Wii Sports, Wii Play and Zelda: Twilight Princess. They are shaping up to be the single most awesometastical video gaming experience I have yet to experience. And here is why. Although the graphics to the Wii don't hold a dime to either XBOX 360 (which if you have a HDTV is the most glorious looking video game experience and it's a lot of fun too) or PS3 (which I have yet to actually see anyone I know play or have one), it really nails the aspect of what video games should be: interactive and fun. So far, Wii Sports is the champion of fun.

On to other things that excite me.

First there was these:

And then there was this:

Basically a wam-blam-thank you ma'am of awesome movie going experiences. First I want to talk about Grindhouse and it's two films plus trailers.

Planet Terror was your basic zombie gore fest laden with blood, balls, Bruce Willis and bad-ass go-go dancers. The acting was cheesey, the stroy-line was cheeseir and the action sequences were anything but covered in cheese. It was pure fun. Good one liners, good use of Fergie getting pwned and a fucking Goonie as a doctor (and my personal dynamic relationship in the movie.) The chicks were hot, but where was the skin? Not needed as the purposely well placed missing reel told us. One thing Rodriguez and Tarantino strayed from was a lot of sex and boob shots which usually liter these kind of shlocky movies. And ya know what? It worked. Even thought they paid tribute to the 70's exploitation films, they didn't exploit the actors. Kudos.

The trailers were awesome. Machete should be made into a feature length and is getting press that it will be, Don't was a gloriously awesome one-liner from the guys who bring you the final review in this post, Werewolf Women of the S.S. had the best cameo of all time, and Thanksgiving looked the most like a crappy 80's slasher movie.

Then there was Death Proof. With it's Kurt Russel factor, amazingly gorgeous babes, awesome soundtrack and the most insane car chase scene I have ever seen. People harsh on Death Proof because it's so... badly structured. But as a film lover, it is a little too perfect. I recently saw a shitty movie from the 70's aptly titled Sssssss. Yes. Seven s's like a hissing snake. It was basically like Death Proof except no cars or babes. Just real snakes, snake stunts and an old man reading Walt Whitman... to a snake. It's about 90% meaningless dialogue and I wish there were reels missing when I saw it. Instead I fast forwarded. Regardless, the point here is Death Proof is like a lot of those 70's movies. It's a perfect throwback to the shitty movies that came out in that era. Except, it's way better because at least Tarantino can write interesting dialogue.

Then there was Hot Fuzz. Another kind of spoof movie. Paying tribute to such films as Point Break and Bad Boys....II. It was probably one of the greatest spoof movies of all time. It hit every genre convention on the head with a giant frying pan. And it did what Shaun of the Dead did for Zombie movies. It poked fun of them at the same time fit in with them. It was too good. Having Simon Pegg as the straight man was a stroke of genius. Also, I look forward to more Nick Frost/Simon Pegg team ups as they are an electric on screen duo. Any scene with those two at a pub will be great. I'm just hoping pub scenes like the ones in Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz to come. I don't know why those scenes stuck out for me, but I found it kinda hilarious both movies had them. I guess thats what it's like in jolly old England.

From Black to Blue

Happy 200, blog! It's nice to see that I still write with you.

Back on the East Coast today. The trip was awesome. Here is the highlight reel in usual top ten form.

10. Chatting with Danno, Muller and the beautiful Tara Fleck whilst taking public transit. I know this sounds retarded, but it was lonely on the transit buses for two hours and they kept me happy.

9. Finding the Henry Fool script for 4 bucks at a random bookstore near the UCB theater.

8. Drinkin' brews at the Dallas Fort Worth Airport.

7. Santa Monica peir and seeing the Pacific Ocean for the first time.

6. Amoeba Records where I horked on the following: VHS copy of Grosse Pointe Blank, DVD of Sonic Youth's early years music videos, LP's of Pete Townshend's Empty Glass, David Bowie's Lodger and King Crimson's Starless and Bible Black

5. Singing Karaoke at the Brass Monkey along side American idol hopeful Jordin Sparks. She was pretty good. But I'm not going to lie when I say my rendition of Weezer's "Say It Ain't So" wasn't amazing. That and this one really hot chick serenaded me with some Lisa Loeb. And there were two seperate whipits references. Amazing.

4. Electric Six on the Sunset Strip @ the Key Club. The first two bands, however, were horrible. One was a fucked up cross between Eve 6, Def Leppard and She Wants Revenge while the other was the Killers. Well they were under a different name, keeping a low profile, but it sounded exactly like the killers. Regardless, their was this random group of dudes who all wore fake mustaches for E6 and basically filled in for the La Sallian goons who usually make E6 shows that much more insane.

3. In-And-Out Burger vs. Tommy Burger

2. Hot Fuzz at the Arclight Theater. I do not look forward to seeing movies on the east coast anymore. And Hot Fuzz was fecking incredible.

1. ASSSCAT! at the UCB theater. If only more of you goons were out there this weekend. The quotes I want to share with you will not ever get the laughs they deserve. (quote tirade.... RAM JAM!, Names aren't supposed to have grammer in them!, You know I'm gonna run on that one, apologize to this bear puppet and bears all around the world... yea and to this puppet of the Sear's Tower...Where's the mouth on that puppet? The 97th floor... You're the reason my daughter was hit in the face with a fist, Fuck You Richard Gere!, You want to bring it up a level from that?!?, You are being served with divorce papers, Broken bottles? Detective Pipes? Molitov Cocktails? Does anyone have any other definitions for Ram Jam?)

Detouring America With Horns (A Prelude)

This weekend marks a transcendent momentous event in my life. I am traveling on my own. Everything is booked, scheduled and ready to go. One and a half days left until I visit the West Coast for the first time. I am more than excited. I'm anxious, nervous and chomping at the bit at the thought of flying across this great country solo.

My initial worries are, of course, will the Philadelphia Airport fuck up my luggage? Well, I really shouldn't care about that because I'm not bringing much. It's only 3 days where I am used to packing for at least a whole week if not more. My next concern was, what happens if I get stuck to some creepy Tyler Durden type who ends up annoying me for my flight? Fuel for writing is what I say. I plan on writing, reading and listening to as much Yo La Tengo as possible. In fact, I will be working on a 7 hour playlist of various indie, classic, punk and folk rock jams for this trip. I'm also concerened about navigating the great monster that is teh L.A. Public Transportation System. After a massively long flight PLUS long layover in Texas, I am going to have to travel yet another 2 hours by bus and rail just to get to my destination. I might just spend the extra cash for a taxi/shuttle/limo to get to Sunset and Vine.

Past all the boring travel stuff (which I plan on being plastered for when I arrive in Ontario Airport), here is my itinerary

FRIDAY
Arrive at Sunset and Vine approx 6:30 for some amazing Vinyl hunting at Amoeba Records
Electric Six @ The Key Club around 8-9pm
Justin Leo's for a night of slacking and catching up

SATURDAY
In-And-Out Burger/Diner Trip
ASSSSCAT! @ 8pm at the UCB Theater
Brass Monkey for Karaoke
Doc's Hard Radio for the night

SUNDAY
Hollywood Blvd. (I won't step on Gretta Garbo)
Checking out the Pacific Ocean (?possibly?)
Hot Fuzz Viewing?
Early to bed

Then it's back to Philly. And the dream will be over. Until then, it's just anxiety until I'm actually in the O.C. (don't call it that.)

The Way Some People Die

So it goes. Sad times for Vonnegut fans. One of the most influential writers in my life. I guess we all know what that means. Time to read some Vonnegut again. Player Piano is still collecting dust form when I bought it so it's time to crack that one open.

In other assorted news, the Film Festival so far has been awesome. Here is a recap of what I have checked out. My official last movie is tonight, so I will write more about that at a later date.

About a Son: Kurt Cobain- One of the most unique and original "non-fiction" films I have ever seen. It's not quite a documentary. It's more of an audio journal with images overlayed. It was a unique experience, but I don't think the style of the film really works in general. It worked for this story, but I don't know if it would work for other stories. The audio was all Cobain interviews as well as a bitchin' soundtrack including Queen, Butthole Surfers, Bowie (hmm... I wonder which song) and Creedence. Not a single Nirvana song which was kind of strange, but it's about Kurt and not Nirvana although its hard to seperate the two. It was definitely well executed and interesting to learn about Cobain as an individual.

Fay Grim- Bias City. I mean, of course I loved it. It's Hal Hartley. Basically, this is a psuedo-sequel to Henry Fool. Only in the fact that the characters are the same and it deals with Herny's "Confessions." But beyond that its a zany spy thriller with Parker Posey stuck in the middle of the whirlwind of international espionage. It's a jab at sequels in how they have to be more violent, more sexual and more ridiculous than it's predocessor and it's a mocking of a directors own characters. Ryan hit the nail on the head when he said this is Hartley's Life Aquatic because its a director making fun of his own style and writing while at the same time writing a great story. Goldblum was in it too, so you can't go wrong. Naysayers of Henry Fool may enjoy this because its not paced like HF, and it has nothing to do with the same themes. It's really goofy yet at somepoints heartwrenching just like any Hal Hartley movie. Plus Parker Posey is at her all time hottest in this movie. Grrrowl.


Away From Her- Sarah Polley of Dawn of the Dead and many many indie films takes a stab and writing and directing. For a first outing, it's definitely a good film. All about Alzheimers and how one man deals with his wife wasting away due to the detrimental disease, it's sad and enlightening. The pacing is a little strange, but the acting effort of Julie Christie (the rumors are true!) and the dead on accurate portrayal of people with Alzheimers makes this a good drama to check out. HOWEVER! When I was in high school I worked at an Alzheimers home and wrote a short story/play script about my experiences. And in this script I used a montage (even Rocky had a montage) scene using a Neil Young song. Well, this movie had the same themes and uses a different Neil Young song! WTF! Sarah Polley is stealing my thunder....

Tonight is Dante's Inferno, a cartoon up-to-date adaptation of the classic story. Dermot Mulroney is going to be there. It has the vocal talents of Master Shake, Buster Bluth and Adair of UCB. Yes.

Music- I've been listening to tons of Yo La Tengo, pretty much only Yo La Tengo since I changed the format of this blog, but I guess that's just where my state of mind is. Mellower stuff to like "Night Falls On Hoboken" and "Today is the Day" style.

My Onion Horoscope for today is true:
Leo July 23 - August 22
If there's a drinkable liquid in the world that doesn't cause loss of motor function, impaired judgment, slurred speech, dehydration, and eventual unconsciousness, you don't want to know about it.

What Comes Next

I moved in. It rules. A few people have seen it. They rule. Come visit. You will then officially rule. Just gimme a ring. Only people who rule have my cell phone number and I'm not telling you here what it is if you in fact, do not rule. We can hang, drink a few beers and enjoy the tiny nature of my apartment. If you want to rule, bring some brews or any other welcoming gifts. Consumables if possible. That would rule.

There is one thing, however, that does not rule. I have been having really effed up dreams ever since I moved in to this new place. Ms. Michelle "I wish I was as cool as Mike" Muller reminded me of this when she asked for me to write about her. Well, altho she was in one of these said fucked up dreams of anxiety, heartbreak and denial. Here is the basic structure of every dream, so I would call it a recurring dream.

1. Setting: The setting for each dream is always in some sort of institutionalized (just one Pepsi) type building. A school mostly. Not any particular school, but it's usually a building consisting of narrow hallways, flights of stairs and random rooms.

2. Characters: Usually involves someone of the female species that I have either been infatuated with, in a relationship with or at least found attractive. This female character then gets involved with someone close to me, a friend, family member or a non-existent person that just acts as that sort of close male friendship.

3. The Plot Thickens: Usually when someone you are attracted you rejects you, you get pissed, hurt whatever. This happens in the dream then...

4. Dreamlike Event: Something really out of the blue happens. Now this happens in all dreams, but the setting dramatically changes and something really freaky happens. You can use your imagination here.

5. Finale: I end up trying to avoid both the crazy event and the woman who broke my heart, but this woman won't giv eup in rubbing it in my face that shes happy and moved on or at least just happier with this new person.

Here is your test. What comes next? Whoever can make the best dream to fit in this skeleton of a plot will win a free six-pack of your choice. Of course, I will rate what your interpretations of the dreams AND your own storyline. Remember to keep these details in mind.

HAPPY WRITING!

Today is the Day

Last Drink Top Ten

10. Drinking Johnny Walker Red whilst on stage
9. Pouring Russel's Reserve in my Stroh's Beer can
8. Hanging with the boys of BMD during the party
7. Singing "Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner" with Muller and Danno
6. "Love is Like Water" with the toy gun solo
5. The Napkin Game at Marlton Diner with Stef, Danno, Kavan, Knarr, Warren, Rob and George
4. Chunt
3. Joe Sharp's Hurricane Tattoo
2. Black Market Dynamite and Noringo sharing the stage for a night of amazing rock.
1. Punting Beers into the woods at 5 a.m.

Some Kinda Fatigue

Man, I am tired.

Barnaby, Hardly Working has posted about having jacked up dreams. I can attest to that. The one dream was about the woman I love and how she found a man better than me. I totally fell apart in the dream. I was walking in the snow looking for my car and I was tortured by the knowledge that this woman was with someone else. I hopped in my car and started driving but the thoughts of her with someone else was sending me into a frenzy. I went into hiding and there was a war going on outside my house. I was in hiding trying to stay away from this crazy militia that was recruiting any person in sight to fight. I was hiding from them and from that woman I loved who wanted to talk to me about her situation. It ended in large explosions off in the distance and me hiding underneath the bed sheets. Jacked up.

Dreams suck. I wake up totally drained.

Anyways, I'm signing the lease on Friday and paying. Moving in the next few weeks too. The realtor said I can move in anytime after the current tenant is gone. Monday I might go over with mi madre and totally clean the place for like 5 hours. It looks a tad nast, but that isn't a problem.

Then any days I have off, I will be recruiting any help. A person with a truck and brawny men/women please apply. No scrawny fools. I am the scrawny fool. Don't need two of me.

Here's the deal. When you help me move, I help you. And here is how.

A case or two of this (to enjoy post work):

And you will also get a home cooked meal from this guy:

(Kevner not included)

Trust me. I can cook you some mean tasty Greek food.

I need a nap.

86-Second Blowout

Is it me or is this picture really funny?

Tiny Birds

I realize as I sit here contemplating existence like I often do at 12:29 am. It's as good a time as any to think about life and such. As Tengo plays, I wonder why certain elements of life go the way they do. Is it because of free will? God's plan? Genetics? Blame Jupiter? Who knows. Let's just say that life will find a way. I wonder question what it is I should do with myself. I enjoy my job, but it kind of leaves me empty inside. I haven't written a damn thing worth noting or keeping around since I started this job. But it might not be the jobs fault. It could be that I'm not a writer. That kinda sets me back. But who is anything if they don't get up and do it. I think that I need to get focused. Get to the point is what you are saying. Well, it's time to fucking do something with myself besides sleep, eat, work, and enjoy the fruits of my youth. Now that a year since graduation is almost here, it's time to face that lack of expectation may be true. Maybe nothing is out there specific for me to do.

"Tiny birds sit patiently side by side on a wire."