So what else is new?

Put up some new stuff on rexojunkies, check it out. Also picked up the new Splinter Cell. Is it just me of did they make this shit harder, took me and hour to get through first level. Ok, enough geekdom for today.
Last night, I went to move my car, but it wouldn't start. Went through the protocol of checking all the fuses, which is usually the problem,but the bitch wouldn't purr. So this morning I woke up and went to the tire shop around the block. You know, the one that when business is slow they go around slashing tires to drum up business. Anyways the Mexican't feller tells me I have to wait a bit for a boost cause he's the only one tending the shop. We watched Will Smith on the today show. It was nice, we bonded. We gelled so well, he gave me the portable jumpers and let me go around the block to do it myself. He still charged me 10 bucks though.
Well that's about it, lemme just leave ya'll with this....

Kramer:
All right, Coney Island. Ok, you can take the B or the F and switch
for the N at Broadway Lafayette, or you can go over the bridge to DeKalb
and catch the Q to Atlantic Avenue, then switch to the IRT 2, 3, 4 or 5,
but don't get on the G. See that's very tempting, but you wind up on Smith
and 9th street, then you got to get on the R.
Elaine:
Couldn't he just take the D straight to Coney Island?
Kramer:
Well, yeah...

unTITled

Just a quickie before work. Hasn't been much to write about, the weekend went well, but James wrote an article about it that I'm just going to post up on the website, hopefully tonight when I get home.

Went to the supermarket yesterday, I picked up a carton of milk that was half empty. I brought it to the register so that no one else would pick it up. luckily there was manager-type sloth standing there. I said "this is half empty." The sloth said, "Ohhh, do you still want to buy it?" .....When does the insanity end?

What's So Good About It?

It's Friday. Good Friday. It's late (or is it early?) and I'm up still, again. This week has been really bad things have been kind of blurry. I slept on Monday. In all the meanwhile watching the sunset and the sunrise all in the same course. Since then my routine has been going on the computer, watching some TV and then reading for an hour or so. By then, My mom gets up to get ready for work, I meet her by the bathroom and as she gets ready we talk. About my job search, about my hair, about what's for dinner. Then at about 6:15 I go and move my car. I then walk into the bagel store and see people ordering coffee and getting ready to go to work. Surprisingly, there are kids, probably about fourteen years old or so loading up on snacks before they go to school. Damn, did I ever get up that early for school? I can't remember at this point. Anyways, I order my egg and cheese on a bagel, read the newspaper without buying it, and head out the door. When I get outside I realize my mom told me to pick up some milk, I walk back in, say my goodbye again, and then I'm off.

I go home and by this time my mom is getting ready to leave. I ask her If she wants a ride to the train station, she says "no." She says no alot now lately, I think she just wants me to sleep. I lie and tell her I just woke up when I heard her stirring, but I think she knows I've been up all night. I look like a mess. So I go in my room, strip to my undies, sit at my desk and eat my bagel and snapple while I watch the news. Morning news, early morning news, has always seemed foreign to me. Makes me feel like I'm getting a jump on something that other people don't know about. I finish eating, make one final run around the horn to see whats on and then I pass out. Exhausted.

When I got my bagel yesterday morning there was snow on the ground, on the cars, on the garage roof outside my window. When I finally came to, at about 2:30, my day wasted, all the snow had melted.

Maybe later on I'll go get my diploma.

That Fresh Feelin

So it's three in the morning and I'm up listening to some Eels, so I decide to post. The weekend was kind of blur with a moment of clarity that was my fantasy baseball draft. Exciting right? I amaze myself that I even go out anymore. I've begun reading again, seeing that I can't find a job. Or rather, a "real job." Band of Brothers and It Don't Worry Me. B.O.B. was excellent and it was exciting to stimulate my mind again with a book, something I haven't done in a few months. I should set a challenge of books to read and see if I can complete it. It'll give me something else to blog about.
Still haven't gotten to pick up my diploma yet, funny how something I waited and worked for for over four years and I could really care less. Maybe just cause it's a piece of paper and no piece of paper can represent the sweat and tears I put into college. Ok WAIT, HOLD UP! That last line was bullshit. College just took up time, not sweat and tears. All I did was smoke pot, drink, and show up on time, which is all you need to do to get by, church, school, work...you name it. Come to think of it, being out of school for a few months now I actually partied more, stayed out later, and did more "Stuff." Bottom line school gets you up and out, that's it.
I hate to make my posts here just a rehash of what's on Rexojunkies, but I have to mention how awesome Tiny Mix Tapes is. It's a great site, and their articles are short and to the point. If you can't sum up how good, or bad an album or an artist is in a page or two then you've defeated the purpose of music, you've made it too intellectual. Two recent articles I've read are here (having to do with Lennon) and here (about the death of albums).
Anyways, say goodbye good.

Goonies Never Say Die

Do you know what that is? /\/\/\ That's the best fucking pin in the world. And just when I was away for bit, just when blogging was getting mundane, that fucking pin called to me and said, Lou, save blogdom. Well bloggies I'm back. I found that pin a drawer in my kitchen, and now, I'm going to rock it like I stole it. I vaguely remember buying that pin at a street fair when I was a kid. I got a call back on my job search. From the Prayer Channel. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to pass on this one, hope I'm not throwing my career away before it even starts, I mean what if this is a calling from God?

In late breaking news, Brooklyn College, a.k.a. Slaughter House Five, has sent me a letter.

"Congratulations on your graduation." Your diploma is now available in the Office of the Registrar...."

First off, two big fucking words in the first sentence, you just lost about 3/4 of the graduating class with that one. Second, you lying cunts. See a friend of mine ran to B.C. as soon as she got this letter only to find out that she has to bring it back cause they don't print "cum laude, magna cum laude, etc..." on the diploma without you requesting it. Those cheap ass lazy mother fuckers. So I would waste a trip down to pick up a diploma that I would have to give back. (To fix a mistake they made, and oh yeah, they'll make you wait two months mindfucking you like YOU made the mistake). They are the worst so I'm going to call up ahead of time, and bust their balls, and if I'm feeling really industrious I'll put them on speaker phone and record the convo, that way I can post it on my site for the world to see how stupid they are.

What else? Did I show you guys my awesome fucking pin? oh yeah I did.

James is blogging about sneaky tests, I remember those...I kind of miss those actually. Although I always got pissed at myself when that happened. I would think, "what kind of moron forgets he had a test today?" And then realize it was me. 'Cause I would get pissed at those people that would walk in being like "Oh snap, there's a test today?" Unless of course the moron was me.

Shit, you know what the worst part about being dead is? Not being able to feel your toes.

The Seal Hath Broken

Well, tonight I watched the trailer for episode III. I've seen the ones online already and this one is on par for what *should* be an awesome movie. Of course if this movie blows then I've wasted like 15 years of my life believing that Star Wars is awesome. Does Lucas know he holds the power to disappoint generations of fans? Ok lemme step out of my geekdom for a second and say how much I like women, and drugs, and booze and all that shit. I'm still cool, right?

If You Like ____, Try Me!

Razors, cologne, toothpaste, and now a bottle of mouthwash. To name a few, these are the things that have 'walked' out of my room. Not to mention expensive bottles of medicated shampoo that emptied themselves mysteriously when I made the mistake of leaving them in the bathroom. Living at home is a trip and I accept this, my parents are cool and we keep our lives pretty separate. I occasionally interact with them around entry and exit ways when there's a bottleneck, and associate with them during feeding periods. But, they love to use my shit with Blatant disregard of reciprocity, usufruct, or replacement.

Cheap razors, ten for two dollars. That's what my father uses. Of course, that's not when he's stealing my mach 3's or sensor excels. A few years ago my father told me how he hated shaving gels, and loved his 'foam.' Yeah, I made the mistake of thinking my Edge gel was safe in the medicine chest. But alas, he used it. And when I complained, he replaced it with some cheap CVS shit, that wasn't quite right. And of course there's the can of gel he takes with him when he travels. Uh hey, that's my can.

Mouthwash. Pathmark or Costco brand. So putrid it does more than just burn your mouth, it causes temporary blindness. I don't like spending 4 bucks on a tiny bottle of the expensive stuff, but hey, it really is better than the no frills. Of course my nice bottle of listerine slowly disappears whilst the mega bottle of Costco swill sits untouched in the bathroom. I now mark any bottles in a liquid like a paranoid parent would mark their liquor bottles in a basement bar. Top shelf mouthwash. This is how mind games in a family setting operate.

Anyway, there is a ton more stuff I could list from Oatios (Cheerios), to Fabric Scents (Fabreeze), and Pyrithione Zinc (Head and Shoulders) that my parents sneak in while they steal my stuff, but I'm feeling kind of woozie. Peace out suckas.

The End of a Season

Well another season of the Realworld comes to an end. Philly wasn't that bad, maybe the best one in the past few years. But how about Landon? Good ol Buddy Lembeck comes through and shows how the true players play. I like to believe that every season has that one character that really shows development, or at least becomes the focal point. That Landon, really tied the room together.

Bilbo Bloggins

So this weekend I went to see some flicks. First off, The Jacket. It was so - so, I thought it was the b movie cousin of the step sister of Memento. Next was The Red Orchestra, good movie, especially for history buffs, the best movie of the weekend. Lastly was a Sunday night special, Be Cool. Be Cool was horrific. That cluster fuck of a movie that comes along every so often to force you into sobriety and causes you to reassess your life.

On hot dogs and stuff...
I was reading FHM and they had some hot dog statistics and it got my mind thinking. A month or so ago me and my pal were playing Trivia Whiz in a bar and a question came up asking how many hot dogs Americans eat. I was buzzed at the time but I'm pretty sure It said Americans. Anyways, three of the four answers had numbers in the millions. I went with the fourth answer that was in the billions. Anyways I don't know the number I choose just that it was in the billions. My colleague chuckled when I got the answer wrong, jesting "come on, in the billions? Me thinks not." Well, it's true, Americans consume 20 billion hot dogs a year. As a nation, aren't we proud?

The Beatles And The Revolution In Form

Hey check out the cool picture I found online. It's from an old Beatles coloring book. Speaking of which I've been reading a book called "Songwriting" by Stephen Citron, and he writes some interesting things about the Beatles.

"The Beatles' output defies pigeonholing. Each song seems to have a different format and totally different concept. The moment they felt that they were succeeding and had one or two hits on the charts, they explored another avenue."

"They created over two hundred songs of such irreverence, wisdom, cynicism, humor, and vulnerability--to say nothing of originality--that many people seriously thought they had other composers working for them."

Also, in Citron's book is a quote by another author named Milton Okun, who wrote

"[The Beatles] made rock respectable, revolutionized the recording industry in general and the popular music industry in particular, set the precedent that a successful performer compose his own songs, and brought freedom to musical expression unprecedented in popular song. They took ideas from country & western, rhythm & blues, rock and roll. New musical terms were invented to describe their music: raga rock, baroque rock, white soul."

Anyways, there's a ton more. I'll throw some more up when I have some time.

Let Me Clear My Throat

Right, Ok so it's been a while. There's so much to say, so to keep this post down to a respectable size I have Taken a sleeping Pill.

First off Mtv---the love and hate of my life. As far as I'm concerned The Real World is it's only saving grace. Why? Because I've witnessed two extremes that I could care less about, and that left me wondering, should I blog about it?
First off "My Super Sweet Sixteen." HOLY SHIT YOU SPOILED RICH TWATS!!! Flown in by helicopter? Carried in by slaves? Its the most important non event in someone's life. A sweet sixteen is shit. Yeah, I don't have money, or a shitload of friends so I'll never know what a party with 1000 guests would be like in a trendy night club. But you know what, that shit would never fly where I'm from. I was nowhere near the coolest kid in High School, but I know what I would have done. If some rich snob had the audacity to pass around invites to people in front of other people they snubbed (i.e. because they were freshmen) and I was there, I would forcefully vomit on those trendy bitches, just so they could run home and cry about how a loser puked on them and how they had a bad hair day.

Moving right along. Mtv, do you have no shame? "Made" isn't a show showing nice deeds done to deserving losers. It's exploitation of losers. For real, you take these poor, pimply bastards who never had an once of attention their entire pubescent years and walk around filming them. I'm nice, so I don't laugh, but believe you me, on a bad day, I could watch a "Made" marathon for hours and get a hernia from laughing so much. I know it's sad to make fun of others misfortunes, but this is bread and circus just like Jerry Springer. The worst is when the cool kids act nice and the loser thinks its because they've finally "made" it. Hell no you dumb fuck its because the cool kids are like "hey, lets get on camera."

Ok, so job search is going. Neither shitty nor successful. It's been a while for me (about three weeks) but other people tell me it could take months. Serge says something will break. Hopefully he's right.

Haven't smoked weed in about a month, I'm tempted and a pal of mine that works for a hugh corporation passes the piss tests all the time, and he assures me I'll be ok if I follow his techniques. I'll think about that.

Saw a girl from the neighborhood that also had some classes with me in college. We got to talking, and somehow started chatting about computers (does that make us geeks?) and she passed on a shitload of software to me. Macromedia flash 5, Dreamweaver, some Adobe stuff, etc.... Props to her, Good looking out.

I put up a comic type story at rexojunkies, so far the response has been good, check it out peeps tell me if I should keep going.

Lastly, I've been working on a list to post of all the albums I own. This is the stuff you do I guess when you have time on your hands and you use a college degree for toiletpaper. So hopefully I'll have it up in about a week.

I've been listening to an album called "Novena on a Nocturne" by The Good Life. It's about five years old, but somehow I missed it. I can say, it's one of the best albums I've listened to in a long while. Maybe it's just indicative of how I'm feeling at this point in my life. Anyways I'm waiting for the day, and I know its coming soon, when all the music from the 90's makes it's way to classic rock stations. Wow that would be a mind fuck that makes me feel old.