I'm all about bringing back old concepts. It's mainly because I realize I'm pretty much an unoriginal bastard without a creative bone in my body. Because of this, I'm bringing back the random ten statements post. You know, "ten statements they want to make to people they know but don't actually want to say right out to them." It's a way to say things to people and really fuck with their minds as to what's to them if anything at all
You have no idea what you had.
I wish I could be as eloquent with my words as you are with yours.
You are one of the most vapid people I've ever met.
You have no idea how much you are truly missed.
You were the only thing I thought about when I looked out at the vast expanse.
You helped me find everything I wanted in life. Thank you.
I wish I had more of your traits.
You still matter to me.
I still drink to you.
I really hope you are happy. It's a shame if you aren't.
The sky is blue and all the leaves are green My heart's as full as a baked potato! I think I know precisely what I mean When I say it's a Schpadoinkle day! ~Trey Parker, "Cannibal: the Musical"
Wow, it's a great day outside. I was glad to have to go home and work from there for a while. I was able to open all the windows and doors and at least partake in a bit of summer which was bestowed on southeast Michigan today. I spent part of last night compiling a mix CD which I entitled, "Summer Weekend", so it's nice to have those tunes put me in a good mood and then wake up to this warmth.
It's going to be a busy week for me, with Chud inviting me to a Red Wings game tonight, a Whalers game tomorrow night, taking off out of town till Saturday, then Wrestle-fucking-Mania on Sunday... Wow. I'm a busy bastard. And somewhere in there, I have to test the hot tub.
At any rate, here's the track listing for "Summer Weekend":
Madman - Silverchair Get Stoned - Hinder Shake Them Awake - Thunderbirds Are Now! Generator - Bad Religion Untitled - Blink-182 Hello City - Barenaked Ladies Don't Mug yourself - The Streets Alive - Pearl Jam Spoonman - Soundgarden In Your Neighborhood - Those Transatlantics Fingers in the War - The Pop Project Epiphany - Staind Trolley Wood - Eisley Big Yellow Taxi - Counting Crows Muzzle - Smashing Pumpkins Weapons on Weekends - The Recital Kick Out the Jams - Presidents of the United States of America Get Off This - Cracker Nothing's Gonna Stop Me Now - The Pop Project
"Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you The angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I walk in the air between the rain Through myself and back again Where? I don't know" ~ Adam Duritz/Counting Crows, "Round Here"
It's amazing what you find in old boxes. I spent a couple hours on St. Patty's day going through my CDs and re-jewel casing them, since I have all my music on my computer and in my iPod. One thing the digital media just doesn't match is the CD booklets. Just flipping through them with their layouts, fonts, and photos... They brought back a ton of memories. Just little things that really meant a lot in hindsight.
It's like looking through old photos, which is something I've been doing a lot of lately. It seems that other than one envelope of actual photos, I really don't go back past 2002 for photos, and most of those are related to amusement park trips I took. The oldest digital photos I've seemed to retain were ones from the last Denny's trip of 1999, which happened to be Kaylee's first trip to meet the entire gang at the time. It was probably the last truly good time the old high school crowd had together, before shards began to fall away.
Looking back, I miss those days. I miss the things that could have been. I miss the inside jokes that so many of us shared, or the little meeting places which we'd spend hours in, just hanging out, talking about everything. Even those little tucked away coffeehouses, like Cafe Bravo.
I feel sorry for the friends who decided to walk in other paths from the rest of us. I don't think I could have made it as far as I have in life without my friends, and I miss the ones who were so important in my life eight not so long years ago. Has it really been that long?
There were things that didn't come to pass. These things were good in the long run, but still, its really interesting to dig through boxes and folders and find all those memories of people, as tattered as they are.
1999. It was an interesting year. So much began and ended in my life. Perhaps it's time I bid farewell to everything that was resident back then and really take the time to find what is really in my life. The past is the past, and should be kept there. Everything should be reforged.
When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers And all other instruments of faith and sex and God in the belly of a black-winged bird Don't try to feed me I've been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been crying, I've been thinking And I am the Rain King
And I said mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone? I cant go outside I'm scared I might not make it home I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in If there's anyone at home at your place, darling Why don't you invite me in? Don't try to bleed me Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been lying, I've been sinking And I am the Rain King
Hey, I only want the same as anyone Henderson is waiting for the sun Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends After all the dreaming I come home again...
When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of dying Lay me down in a field of flame and heather Render up my body into the burning heart of God in the belly of a black-winged bird Don't try to bleed me Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been dying, I've been drinking And I am the Rain King
I remember in my youth, my friends and I used to waste hours upon hours on my old Commodore 64, then later my 128. We used to play Wizard, Bump 'n' Jump, Crime and Punishment, Ghetto Blaster, Summer Games, and occasionally, we'd sneak in some "Artworxx Strip Poker", against the pixelated women of the floppy disk...
Commodore has always had a decent following, especially in Europe. It's music chips are still used a lot in synth. There's the emulator crowd who still play C64 games and really get into it. I was always in awe of the crack0r groups who modified games by adding their own graphics and hacks to the games.
Still, I look back on those days and I'm still amazed those games entertain me. I still play my Intellivision system, and I even miss the Apple IIe.
Speaking of....
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(Yeah, I saw the link in Chud's comments. Thanks to Chud for telling me about it and Scooter for posting it.)
Here are the answers from the last round of "Ask me anything":
Q: Will I find true happiness in life? Eventually. In Prison. You homo.
Q: If your penis fell off tomorrow, would you get a sex change operation to become a woman? No. I'd get it re-attached, or have one built so I could be the cyberunit in porn. I'd make a very ugly woman, but I'd be an awesome lesbian.
Q: Following that line of logic, if you woke up tomorrow with a spectacular set of 32DDDs, would you have them removed, or would firemen have to break into your house to find you covered in your own drool? Remove them. Like I need bigger funbags. Besides, that size is excess, in my opinion.
Q: Name one thing you want to do in your life above all else? Shoot, direct, or produce a film which gets nationwide release, even if it is a limited nationwide release.
Q: Do you eat paczkis on Wednesday? Nope. I rarely eat them. I forget about Paczki Day.
Feel free to ask me more in this post or hit me up in text or voicemail through my Odeo link.
That shot got Chris Simon a twenty-five game suspension. To be perfectly honest, I'm surprised he didn't get an indefinite suspension like Bertuzzi/Moore punch in 2004. Bertuzzi got suspended from the NHL, and wasn't allowed to play in several other leagues because of his punch and fall. Bertuzzi (who is now a Red Wing!) slipped on the punch, fausing him to fall and drive Moore's head to the ice. Simon was blatant.
On the other side of the coin, seeing someone front kick another player in hockey is the last thing I need to see.
"I'm so sick of goodbyes" ~ Cracker, "Sick of Goodbyes"
I've got some moments ahead of me in my life, and I don't want to face them. I know I should, but I find it very difficult. I've had a number of people end up on my bad side lately, whether they know it or not... There's very few people that I'm putting any trust into. There's some who just really piss me off, some who are no longer loyal, and some who test my loyalties.
To be perfectly honest, I'm sick of it.
I'd rather try and focus on happier times of the past and events coming up in the future. All my Cedar Point memories, for one. I miss the sights, sounds and smells of the midways. I keep thinking back to all the trips I took and how free it felt to just go travel, even if the destination was only two hours from home. Be it in a bus in middle school, a van in high school, or the various cars my friends and I took to hit parks... Amazing times. And I can't leave out the cruise last year.
I've had a lot of good times traveling and I really miss it. It kept my mind off of all this shit I've been dealing with for ages, or it allows me to think about all that crap clearly and re-center my mind.
That being said, I have some traveling to do, in the hear future and on the horizon. I have to book flights to Tampa (May) and Albuquerque (Sept). I need to travel. I need to be out and about. Really, anything to distract me from the inevitable.
"I'm leaving on a jet plane / I don't know when I'll be back again / Oh babe, I hate to go" ~ John 'Mother Fucking' Denver, "Leaving on a Jet Plane"
A mother, father and young son are visiting the circus. When the elephants walk out onto the circus ring, the little boy asks his mother, "What's that?"
"That's the elephant's tail," she replies.
"No, under the tail," says the youngster.
The mother is clearly embarrassed and says, "Oh, nothing."
The boy turns to his father and repeats the same question. His father looks and says, "That's the elephant's penis, son."
"So why did mum say it was nothing?" asks the boy.
The father draws himself up to his full height and says, "Son, I've spoiled that woman."
He was throwing grain into the ground below, ground below With dreary circles of his arm, going slow, very slow His cap pulled down roun' his ears to Hide the smile and watery tears
My loving wife is so wonderful How small seeds gracefully to grow Into beautiful things that spring from these rows With their musical names and musical sounds
Dreary birds parade across the dreary sky, but down below The woman absentmindedly begins to sow, how she sows the Seeds her husband loved so much, but he's no longer here with us
But her life is so beautiful As memories continue to grow Into beautiful things that spring from these rows With their musical names and musical sounds Beautiful things that spring from these rows With their musical names and musical sounds, and musical sounds
Distant though I am Orange, gold, and green Firing, flaming, colors surround me I'm always wondering where you are I'm always wondering where you are Darling shouldn't I be the one Wondering after all I'm the one who is gone I'm always wondering where you are I'm always wondering where you are Darling shouldn't I be the one Wondering after all I'm the one who is gone I'm always wondering I was just wondering I was just wondering I'm the one who is gone Who is gone
But, there's beautiful things that spring from these rows With their musical names, and musical sounds Musical sounds
It's like looking through old photos, which is something I've been doing a lot of lately. It seems that other than one envelope of actual photos, I really don't go back past 2002 for photos, and most of those are related to amusement park trips I took. The oldest digital photos I've seemed to retain were ones from the last Denny's trip of 1999, which happened to be Kaylee's first trip to meet the entire gang at the time. It was probably the last truly good time the old high school crowd had together, before shards began to fall away.
Looking back, I miss those days. I miss the things that could have been. I miss the inside jokes that so many of us shared, or the little meeting places which we'd spend hours in, just hanging out, talking about everything. Even those little tucked away coffeehouses, like Cafe Bravo.
I feel sorry for the friends who decided to walk in other paths from the rest of us. I don't think I could have made it as far as I have in life without my friends, and I miss the ones who were so important in my life eight not so long years ago. Has it really been that long?
There were things that didn't come to pass. These things were good in the long run, but still, its really interesting to dig through boxes and folders and find all those memories of people, as tattered as they are.
