Tuesday, December 30, 2008

whatz up my bitches?

That's how I'm going to roll on the facebook. Everybody is not my friend, but my bitch. "How did you become Roger's bitch?" "Well, it's complicated. You see, he has this blog that a hand-picked tens of people read and one day he just said we were all his bitches and so it is and so it shall be."

Anyway, I am glad that you've all stepped up to the plate and whatnot, because it appears that I have like 3 times as many friends as I normally do. Now to me the distinction of a friend is someone obligated to help you move. Right? If you don't help your friends move, you're not friends, you're like "dudes." Hey, who's that guy movin' the fridge you're not helping with? Oh, it's just this dude I know. Speaking of moving, Westlake cops have pick-up trucks. Not like all of them - some of them have pick-ups. Strange right? I'm not sure why, but I bet they hate it when all the other cities call them up to help move shit. Right? "I gotta get this couch from my mom's and take it to the station. Can you bring your truck?" That's gotta be the number one reason not to buy a pick-up - people wanting to use your FLATbed constantly. You have to help your friends and "dudes" move. Crap. The number one reason TO get a truck is you never have to drive co-workers to lunch. Unless it's really nice out and I want to ride hillbilly style.

By the by, what is the word for paranoia induced by the obsession that someone has stolen your chair and replaced it with the exact same chair except the new chair makes a hideous grating noise from one of the wheels? G-nuts? Ok. Thought so.


Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Netflix: Margot at the Wedding (2007)

Was being such a bitch!

I like Noah Baumbach and I'm a huge fan of Kicking and Screaming, but he's developed this habit of writing characters the audience can only dislike. Likable characters reveal an odious flaw or are only minor characters.

It makes for a depressing experience.

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Thursday, December 18, 2008

you can't hoot with the owls at night and soar with the eagles in the morning

Because the eagles probably aren't tired and hungover.

RS4, theMonica and I hooted with the owls we did last night, post-game style. And stayed out really late - especially late for a school night. Although, I was the only one in our group with school today. *sigh*

This morning, I think alarmie was informing me of ongoing eagle soaring, but I did not heed her shrill cries for awakedness. Instead I think I finger-mashed/turned off my little friend. Then I woke up about an hour later and thought, "Why's it so bright outside? A shooting star?!" Alas, my wish to sleep in for 100 years did not come true. Maybe because our sun isn't properly "shooting."


Saturday, December 13, 2008


Yah, me, blacked out. theMonica and I had a party last week. I got a keg and now it haunts me. I think it's some sort of magical, never-ending keg that can't be kicked. Drink, drink, drink as I might, it just won't get empty.

(Incidentally, I think this is a function of my friends getting old/less drunk on me).

That would seem to be a blessing, but it's not so magical that the beer doesn't get flat. It does and its tastiness is trending downward. SO - everybody come over and finish this thing. The next plastic cup full could be its last. I hope. My liver can't take much more of this.


Thursday, December 04, 2008

Netflix: Willow (1988)

= Lord of the Rings - Ring + baby

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Tuesday, December 02, 2008

facebook is stalking

I'm on the facebook. I don't really update it and whatnot. I become friends with people and that's about as far as it goes excepting the very irregular graffiti scrawl. I guess I don't "get" it. I really don't get why it tells me every little thing that every one of my friends has done across all of facebook - even when it has absolutely 0 to do with me. It's ok. I don't need to know when my friend updated their update dealie.

What is the motivation here? Is this supposed to horn in on Twitter's market? Twitter is another thing I don't really understand. Take my average post divided by 100 more boring times 80 times a day . . . ? Is this good for anyone?

I guess I'm just old-fashioned.

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damn - more than a week?

It seemed like I was blogging for every five minutes for awhile there (ok, for 10 minutes), but it had been a week since my last post? That's crazy. I blacked out for like 3 of the days, but geez. Oh and it was Thanksgiving. I take it all back. I was intermittently stuffing my face and hosting like 87 members of my family. My bad. But yah, I should post more often - for some reason. It's like when people say they should read more. Ok. But why? I don't know, I can get incrementally smarter over longish periods of time. I mean, it's kind of silly when you think about it. And I'm a reader.

Of course, applying this logic over the entirety of human function renders most things "silly," as it were.

In a note related to my previous post: David Lovering would like for you to make believe you're Debbie G.

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winter has killed the leaves

Long live winter!

But not before I had to rake/mulch one last time. 2.5 hours I'm never getting back, unless that time machine pans out.

I have a new project. I am digitizing my music collection. Wheeeee! I just ripped the latest Staff Infection album. No Protection. Yah, get it? The scourge of West Park. Anyway, only Alan is going to get this, but since he constitutes like 53% of my readership (by weight), I say it's worth it.

Anywho, I'm sure I'll start a "series" (i.e. 2) of posts about my music collection, quickly lose interest, then start a "series" of posts about flac lossless compression - cause that'd be all impertinent but tangential er something.

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