The second bird (a beautiful chickadee)(read next post first)

So as for what's going on in my life, it's actually becoming more eventful. Yesterday, i played guinea pig for the psychology department by taking a series of tests about how intelligence is correlated to being able to block out unwanted disturbances in the environment. At the beginning, they asked if i had ADD, and i was going to answer yes just to see what it would do to their results, but decided against it. Either way, they said i did a good job. They made me organize the blocks into the patterns and crap like that, and then gave me a mensa type test, which was kinda fun. All while i was supposed to be at work.
After that i went with Sara to the Urban Challenge, where Verizon gives you some of their top of the line phones and they text message you clues about what kinds of things you need to take pictures of around campus. The winners got $1000, which would kick ass, but as you might guess, we didn't win. However, i got a bandana, a hand hack, a cd, and a hell of a good time out of the deal.
Today was pretty uneventful, but in current world problems, i did hear some news stories that peeked my interest. First, there's speculation that the chinese have captured Osama bin Laden and are negotiating with the U.S. to release him into our custody, i'm guessing sometime right before the election, but they better freakin hurry. With the early voting, such a story might not give bush the boost that he's looking for by holding out and once again leaving the american people out of the loop. The second story was that on 9/11, it wasn't a plane that crashed into the pentagon, but rather a missile that hit it. Supposedly, there's video going around on the internet (you know, that one that is always right), but whether it was a plane or a missile shouldn't matter a whole bunch, except if the people that should've been on the plane are still alive, because it was probably the same group that carried out the attack either way. Just something for you guys to look in to if you're interested. Have a good one, i'm out.

Two birds with two stories.

There's been complaints that my posts about my life are more interesting than the ones where i bitch about stuff, but i feel that bitching about stuff is what i do best, so for every post that i... post, i'll try to write something about what's going on with my life in another post. So first, here's my bitch post. I've talked a bit about literature, but the new problem is costs. I went to Barnes and Noble today to get Scar Tissue, Anthony Keidis' autobiography, but i was disappointed when i saw that it was priced at $25. Yeah it's a new hardcover book, but that's a little ridiculous. America: The Book by the daily show staff was only $15, and i almost considered buying that, especially after i read one of the articles about who the suckiest president was. But the price of books seems to be way too high recently. Maybe it's because we're losing forests or something, but it's probably because of the way the books are made. Many of the books i looked at were either huge hardcover books, or paperback, with shiny lettering or indented print. It looks nice, but i have to wonder what that does to the production costs. Hell, give me a stack of post its with a book written on them and i'd read it all the same.
Another example was the Series of Unfortunate Events books. The book is printed on that paper with the serrated edges to give it the rusty look, but that, in the end will probably keep the book from coming out in paperback, and the $12 price tag is quite steep for a childrens book. Especially if you wanted to read through the books with the movie that's coming out, since the movie covers the first three books, so there's $36 right there just so you can keep up. Given, a child's parents will probably be buying books for them, but it would be discouraging to youngsters who are trying to get into reading to give up all their allowance just for a book that narry breaks 200 short pages.

Soundtrack to the Apocalypse (Slayer not invited)

Since i've gotten my mp3 player, it's been like my new best friend. Today, i was walking to breakfast with some Radiohead Kid A playing, and it was one of those times when the music fit in perfectly with what i was doing. I love that. Then I was wondering, with all those people who think that the world is gonna end in 2006, i wondered, what would be good music for the end of the world? But with those new commercial jets that can reach space, would those be the way to get off the planet? cause who says the whole universe will end, or that God will end it. I guessing bush, on planet earth, with nuclear weapons. but if the corporate jets were up and running, then they could carry people away to where they could live in the space station, until we could start a new civilization on another planet. but who would be on the planes and what would the new planet be like? Would Space Oddity be the planetal anthem? Would the people that start the new planet be important people, or just the first people that got to the planes? And would i care, or would i be dead? How would you like to be known as the person that ended planet Earth, the planet that mankind has been on for hundreds of thousands of years. It would be quite an elite group, but not one that many people would really want to join. So, anyways, there's still over a year until 2006 begins, so we got a bit of waiting, but let's all keep our fingers crossed that we'll be around till 2007, huh?

You gotta be a spirit.

meg and i went to circuit shitty the other day, i was looking for an mp3 player, while meg went around to all the demo computers and put up my blog, hoping to get my name out a bit, but so far no luck on comments, also we had our last football game tonight cause there's no playoffs, pretty crappy, but whatev, but the other team didn't show up, so we played a rec team and we lost to them but it was still fun, but next we have basketball, also i missed the bob dylan concert for the game, and now i'm really regretting it, so dumb, oh my god, if he comes back i have to go, but incubus is coming soon, so......... 20 of them would make 1 bob dylan, so i'd be part way there, but i put some bob dylan on my new mp3 player that i eventually got, so i'm listening to it to make myself feel like i'm there, but maybe i'd have to smoke a couple j's to simulate the experience, so maybe that's how i'll spend the rest of the night, looking for(.... what i have about $5 now,) $5 of pot, yes, i have a job, but i'm already about out, idiota, anywho, i'm gonna grab a bite to eat, so keep it cool and leave me a comment if you like my work, and leave me some money if you want to buy me some pot, gracias.

R.I.P.

Yesterday, my life took a major blow when my favorite hacky sack made it’s final bow. It had been feeling bad for some time, and with the gaping hole in it’s skin ever widening, I felt that it was probably time to pull the plug. Since life is often unfair, the time came early in the morning (about 2 to be more exact), and the only person with me to witness, mourn, and hack with me was Sara, so we took ol’ Stephen McHackensworth (in death, members of project mayhem have a name) out into the parking lot, and hacked with him until all of the sand was out. It was only then, however, that I realized how fine and pure the sand within him was, and he made for a good hack until the final grain fell to the blacktop. My eyes teared up and I cried on Sara’s shoulder, and it was then, in my time of grief, that I realized that Mr. McHackensworth must not stay out of the game forever. So, I have since decided that I would use the leftover sand from my zen garden to fill Stephen with life again, and I would sew him up with threads of love, and birth him back into this world, hopefully in far better shape than when he left. Whether or not this plan will work, we will see. My sewing skills are untested, but I’m guessing they’ll be fairly subpar, and Stephen may end up more like my own Frankenstein. If all else fails, then I may just let life run it’s course and leave him at rest. I’ll always have 2 other hacks anyways.

You spin me right round.

Tonight i was in the car with meg and sara and we got onto the topic of movies, and she said that she had seen A Sharks Tale, but she wondered why they really needed another fish movie. The fact is: they didn't, but that's how the movie industry goes. Especially the cartoons. Look to the past. Antz and a bugs life; shrek and monsters inc.; and now finding nemo and a sharks tale. Pixar and Dreamworks are caught in a perpetual cycle of these themes, and sometimes one is better, and sometimes they're both enjoyable. This pattern, however, is not just in animated pictures. Look back a few years. Saving Private Ryan came out and within months, other such movies like a thin red line were out and trying to not only capitalize off of the success of the former movie, but off of the emotion and excitment in it. Then more recently there's two, the comic book movies and the historical epic movies. The epic movie phase probably started with Gladiator, and is now coming out with Troy, and later this year: Alexander. The problem with these is that they aren't always as caught up in historical accuracy and story and stuff like that as they are to coreograph crazy fight scenes and show off their high profile stars. Then the comic book movies. Spiderman, Hulk, Hellboy, and there's plenty more. The good part of these movies is that they take something that has traditionally been a guilty pleasure for our youth, and bring them to the mainstream for everyone to enjoy. So far there has been no real point to this story, but i'll try to bring it around. I think that while there are good things in these movies, the formulaic attempts at moviemaking that are made in some of these movies get a bit tiresome, and even though these movies are still entertaining, i'd rather have something more original to keep me entertained. That's why i believe indy movies are doing so well right now. In fact, some of the biggest money makers and most oscar nominated movies of the past years have been the ones made by the independent companies rather than the big ones like universal or something like that. Overall, i think that this is a good thing, as many of these movies and indy themes have given a definition to this generation, one which is often a jumble of almost all the other generations from the past couple decades. Sorry about not putting in paragraph breaks. They didn't seem to fit in anywhere.

Al-Quida in Training (Now with 70% less politics)

I just realized the power that i have at my fingertips every day i walk into the office. It started when we were doing ranking for the triathletes, and my co worker mentioned that Ryan Sutter was on there. Ryan Freakin Sutter! It also had his number and other information on him. We gave him a call, but the line was busy. Also, if you want to know, he finished an ironman triathlon in 11 and a half hours. That's damn good in case you were wondering. In an ironman, each person has to swim 2.4 miles, bike 110 miles, and run a full marathon. But if people such as myself can get this much information about some of the greatest celebrities of our time, then what could people that want to do these people harm get a hold of. The thought of such things scares me.
Also, now i'm afraid that doing such things could, by the new drafts of the patriot act, i could be punished by death for being considered a terrorist. I know, it's preposterous, but probably not too far fetched when you consider the wide definition of a terrorist nowadays. And i thought i was just ranking triathletes.

P.S. Trista Rehn is hot.

Sundancing in the streets

I don't have much time. They're almost here. Things have been a bit more high energy recently. I've been all "juiced up" on orange juice and sparkling cidar, and so i've been a bit more hyperactive recently. So, to burn off some of my crazy ass energy, i went to the sundance with my friends. This raises a problem. They play country music there, and they expect you to dance to it. I did ok. I've done some of that crap in the past, so i stuck with it, but it pissed me off when some of the people i was with started to tell me to do crap. So i have 3 rules for people to follow, pertaining to me, when i go dancing with them. 1. Don't tell me when to dance. 2. Don't tell me how to dance. 3. Don't tell me who to dance with. Leave me the fuck alone and i'll get my groove on in my own way. Hell, it's not pretty, but i'm the one that looks like an ass, and you can always look the other way. Also, the thing is, it seems that i'm better at dancing to swing and tango or stuff like that, than doing the shit that is typical of today's dancing. However, i've been told that i can bob my head to the music quite well.
Enough for dancing. I could go off on music more, but that'll be another blog.
All is getting better on the work front. Instead of sitting around in the office doing stupid ass work, i get to a hole out back to make a platform for the dumpster. The only thing this brings up is: i still haven't gotten a raise in the 10 months i've worked there, and now i'm doing manual labor that would pay upward of 12-15 dollars an hour for quality work. Yeah, my work isn't gonna be the best looking thing in the world, but it's for a motherf***ing dumpster. And i've been running the bitch errands for them to my favorite place in the world: Sutherlands. For those of you who don't know Sutherlands, it's like a home depot, but it's more of the lumber and basic stuff.
I think my hate for this store came about when my dad would pull me away from important shit back in high school, such as eating, homework, and even doing other work that he's given me (although i was usually just playing video games), and he'd make me go there to get something stupid like wooden stakes, or string. What bullshit. So now i'm doing the same crap for my boss, but i'm getting paid for it, which is ok i guess.
Man, my concentration is gone. The Chapelle Show will do that shit to you.
That's it, i'm done.