Eagles gave us a scare today with a close one against the Ravens, but they pulled it out and now stand alone as the only team in the NFL without a loss. Pittsburgh shoved it up the Pats' ass this week, so now they get to try and give out 2 undefeated teams their first loss back to back weeks. Bring it on.
Busted out the camera today to snap some shots of the little ones in costume. Ventured to the great NE to see my nephews, niece and baby sister in full on Halloween mode. Hyper chocolate eating frenzy!! Was disappointed in how lame my old neighborhood has become with the whole trick or treating thing. When I was a kid, you were on the street with a hundred other kids all trying to make it around the block as fast as you could. Tonight I stood outside waiting to give out candy for 20 minutes between groups of kids. And these kids today have no fucking enthusiasm. They mumble and put no effort into their costumes. I think I saw about forty kids with wings on their backs; including 3 of my sisters. You call this a costume? Come on now...
Oh well. Clearly I'm not alone in thinking that this Halloween was a complete disappointment. All of my sisters were in agreement that without our party here on The Ridge, the events this weekend let them empty. Maybe we should have gotten it together and thrown the damn thing again? We went from having Bam Magera and his band of merrymen in attendance two short years ago, to not having a party at all.
I'm gonna watch a movie called I'm Not Scared now in the hopes that it scares me. Afterall, it's still Halloween for a couple more minutes....
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter....and Spring
This is a very interesting Asian flick that I watched last night. It's a tale of a Buddist Monk and the art of zen. It's very simple and there is little dialogue, but it's so engrossing and beautiful. The story takes place on a lake throughout various stages of a man's life. In each of the seasonal parables, he learns another life lesson. I liked it.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Welcome to Lameville, I'm Your Host Skip
I couldn't do it. I was almost at the Halloween party tonight and I decided against it. Why?
1) I'm old.
2) I worked today.
3) I have work at 11 AM tomorrow morning and I need my rest because I'm old.
4) I wasn't in costume.
5) I couldn't find a parking spot.
6) I shit blood today....possibly a reaction to what I ate, possibly cancer of the stomach.
7) I am officially manic depressive with anxiety disorder on top.
8) I've been to a million parties and they are all the same.
9) I called ahead to survey the scene and was provided the following quote, "I haven't been upstairs in an hour, but last time I was it was weak"
10) I'm fucking lame.
In other news, my brother Mike managed to purchase a house on his own like a grown up. After all the build up, my involvement in the ownership of the "new house" wasn't necessary. However, at this time I'm officially a border in his Germantown oasis come the winter. The word came in today and I couldn't be more thrilled for the kid. Living in his Dad's basement with his wife and 2 year old has driven him almost to the verge of delirium. It will be nice to have him back amongst the living.
Scratch that bit above. Old Mike realized he was buying a house in the middle of the ghetto and withdrew his offer on the house. Yikes! I thought trying to get laid took a lot of energy....it doesn't compare to trying to buy a house.
And finally, I managed to hook up those $10 speakers I bought to my IPOD at work for after 8 PM listening pleasure. My battery died tonight at around 10:30, but at least I know they work and it makes work a little more tolerable listening to some tunes. Again...read the title of this post....I told you so.
1) I'm old.
2) I worked today.
3) I have work at 11 AM tomorrow morning and I need my rest because I'm old.
4) I wasn't in costume.
5) I couldn't find a parking spot.
6) I shit blood today....possibly a reaction to what I ate, possibly cancer of the stomach.
7) I am officially manic depressive with anxiety disorder on top.
8) I've been to a million parties and they are all the same.
9) I called ahead to survey the scene and was provided the following quote, "I haven't been upstairs in an hour, but last time I was it was weak"
10) I'm fucking lame.
In other news, my brother Mike managed to purchase a house on his own like a grown up. After all the build up, my involvement in the ownership of the "new house" wasn't necessary. However, at this time I'm officially a border in his Germantown oasis come the winter. The word came in today and I couldn't be more thrilled for the kid. Living in his Dad's basement with his wife and 2 year old has driven him almost to the verge of delirium. It will be nice to have him back amongst the living.
Scratch that bit above. Old Mike realized he was buying a house in the middle of the ghetto and withdrew his offer on the house. Yikes! I thought trying to get laid took a lot of energy....it doesn't compare to trying to buy a house.
And finally, I managed to hook up those $10 speakers I bought to my IPOD at work for after 8 PM listening pleasure. My battery died tonight at around 10:30, but at least I know they work and it makes work a little more tolerable listening to some tunes. Again...read the title of this post....I told you so.
Friday, October 29, 2004
Dropzines Come to Philly
Dropzines Show
Originally uploaded by skipscorpio.
My old band, the Dropzines (harmony laden indie pop) are coming to Philly and it would be swell if you could show your love. It's on the early side, so no complaining about having to work early the next day. Not sure about Whiskey Dix, but the music I can assure you will not disappoint.
Halloweenie
I have decided that I'm taking a year off from dressing up for Halloween. Chances are that if I just wear one of my normal ensembles, people will think I'm dressing as Michael Moore anyway. So why get all worked up over trying to figure out what to be? When you are my size and haven't shaved off your VanDyke in 15 years, you are very limited in what you can dress as anyway. I'll wait until I get my Extreme Makeover and then dress up as Brad Pitt from Fight Club every year for the next 10 years.
In place of our annual Halloween party that was scraped this year due to lack of enthusiasm, there is a party going on out in Fairmount that is hoping to steal our thunder. Or carry on the tradition? Whatever. I'm working until Midnight tonight and have to be back in work at 11 AM tomorrow morning, so no matter what I'm sure to miss out on the bulk of fun.
Ironically enough, I am out of work at 8 PM tomorrow night and off Sunday, so if the party were Saturday I would probably wind up enjoying it immensely. In any case, I am going tonight and making an appearance. I'm bringing the camera to try and document the remaining bits of goofiness the roommates get into before the walls crumble on this living situation. Plus I have pretty much abandoned the camera for the last 5 months and need to bust it out and use it more often.
Now I do know of a party tomorrow night that I could attend, but I'm not sure I could handle it. A pimp and ho party featuring 19 year old girls from work. I think I may have to avoid this one at all costs. No telling what kind of trouble I could get myself into....
In place of our annual Halloween party that was scraped this year due to lack of enthusiasm, there is a party going on out in Fairmount that is hoping to steal our thunder. Or carry on the tradition? Whatever. I'm working until Midnight tonight and have to be back in work at 11 AM tomorrow morning, so no matter what I'm sure to miss out on the bulk of fun.
Ironically enough, I am out of work at 8 PM tomorrow night and off Sunday, so if the party were Saturday I would probably wind up enjoying it immensely. In any case, I am going tonight and making an appearance. I'm bringing the camera to try and document the remaining bits of goofiness the roommates get into before the walls crumble on this living situation. Plus I have pretty much abandoned the camera for the last 5 months and need to bust it out and use it more often.
Now I do know of a party tomorrow night that I could attend, but I'm not sure I could handle it. A pimp and ho party featuring 19 year old girls from work. I think I may have to avoid this one at all costs. No telling what kind of trouble I could get myself into....
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Bid
Monroe!
Originally uploaded by skipscorpio.
The day has finally arrived. My brother Mike, his wife Deb and I all agreed on a house that we like over in Germantown and a bid was placed late yesterday afternoon.
The neighborhood seems alright, a little lower middle class...just like us. But the place was rehabbed from soup to nuts recently and is currently vacant. 6 Bedrooms, 2.5 baths, backyard, on street parking, couple blocks from train station. It seems to good to be true.
So the picture above may soon reflect my life as I attempt to live with a married couple with a small child. Remember when they made Ted Knight have a small child on Too Close For Comfort? Retirees raising a baby...now that's comedy.
"I'll change your diaper, then you can change Daddy's diaper!"
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
The One That Got Away
On the verge of 33, I guess I'm at that point in life where you start to reflect a little more clearly on how you spent your twenties. Not a mid-life crisis or anything like that, just some recollections of events and what not. Being single and childless, I have plenty of time to spend on reflection. Not that I want to be married and have kids, I'm merely saying that I bet all bachelor's once they hit a certain age think about what it would have been like if you chose a different path.
I think a story I heard yesterday at work put me in this odd state of rememberance. This guy was talking about his high school girlfriend who was really cool and how her sister wound up married to The Edge. He was saying that if things worked out differently, his brother in law right now would be The Edge. That's fucked.
Maybe seeing my buddy Rob's sister last night added to this decision to piece things together. I remember vividly in college of having a huge crush on Beth who was still in high school at the time. Sounds sick now that I am 33, but I was 20 at the time and she was probably 15 or 16 which isn't too bad. I'm thinking she might actually be responsible for my continued obession with young gals. Hogwash!
I can only blame myself for continuing to look at teenage girls as a viable dating alternative. I'm not sure why I do this. I mean the attraction factor comes across as possibly illicit considering my continued maturity. Lolita looks pretty in that two piece...fucking sicko. Maybe it's the uncomplicated behavior of a teenage girl. She's more concerened with material things than procreating. I rule out dating most women in my demographic simply because I don't want kids and I'm allergic to cats. That wipes out a ton of eligible single women.
Whatever the fascination with women 20 and under is, I'm sure it is making me seem more and more like a dirty old man instead of a real person. I'm a bit of a caricature to most, potty mouthed and willing to say anything to make people uncomfortable. But I think there must be a deeper reason for how I act and who I ultimately am. Was it because I wasn't a cassanova in high school? Was it because my parent's divorced when I was 3? Was it because I went to an all boy's high school? Part of me thinks that all of these had an impact on shaping who I am today.
I have spent a large part of my life not having any intimacy with a member of the opposite sex. I have had relationships, but nothing longer than say 6 months. It's odd. Sometimes I am happy to say that and other times I think it makes me seem a bit like a freak. I don't exactly crave a relationship, but sometimes I wonder why I am not more actively looking for one. The older I get, the more distant I am becoming with my friend's who are all grown up. Most of them are married, dating someone or having kids....and here I am doing nothing. I work, I watch TV, I read, I sleep, I blog. I'm not a go getter when it comes to women. Fear of rejection is a huge part of that. It's not just fear, it's actually rejection that I have suffered that beats me back into my shell. Most of my casual hook ups in the past few years have all been a drunken mistake that some girl made. How's that for your self esteem? Mr. Mistake. I'm not saying that these women were cruel enough to refer to me as a mistake to my face, but their behavior the following day says it all. (Ever get the feeling that you are sharing to much? That's where I am RIGHT NOW.)
Is there a point to all this rambling? I guess so. It's just that I wish I could have made one of these hook ups turn into a relationship of some sort. It would be nice to have some experience longer than 6 months to draw on. Even if it's for material to shape my dreams or musings. In college I spent a lot of time being 'the friend' to girls. I should have been more forthcoming and just told them straight out that my angle was to be a boyfriend, not a friend. I've spent the last few years doing just that and as a result I don't have many female friends. Some women look at me like a pig, not just my physical stature, but my personality as well. And that sucks. How do I fix it? I don't know. I remember back in the day, when I had female friends, they would always tell me that I was too nice. Apparently boyfriend's are assholes and until I become one, I won't succeed. I like being nice. I like being concerned about people. And supportive. And complimentary. What the fuck is wrong with that. I think that I get a bum rap sometimes. I'm not a pervert because I like one of my sister's friends. I can't help who I like. If I feel a connection or attraction to someone, I need to act on it consequences be damned. I'm getting to old for this shit. Either I am going to become a hermit who is extremely social at work, but otherwise hides in his room or I'm going to find the right gal to make mine.
Bottom line. I'm currently accepting applications for a girlfriend. Must be between the ages of 18-24, must like attention and pampering, must like movies. If you are a bitch, all the better. The machocist in me is attracted to the bitchy ones.
I think a story I heard yesterday at work put me in this odd state of rememberance. This guy was talking about his high school girlfriend who was really cool and how her sister wound up married to The Edge. He was saying that if things worked out differently, his brother in law right now would be The Edge. That's fucked.
Maybe seeing my buddy Rob's sister last night added to this decision to piece things together. I remember vividly in college of having a huge crush on Beth who was still in high school at the time. Sounds sick now that I am 33, but I was 20 at the time and she was probably 15 or 16 which isn't too bad. I'm thinking she might actually be responsible for my continued obession with young gals. Hogwash!
I can only blame myself for continuing to look at teenage girls as a viable dating alternative. I'm not sure why I do this. I mean the attraction factor comes across as possibly illicit considering my continued maturity. Lolita looks pretty in that two piece...fucking sicko. Maybe it's the uncomplicated behavior of a teenage girl. She's more concerened with material things than procreating. I rule out dating most women in my demographic simply because I don't want kids and I'm allergic to cats. That wipes out a ton of eligible single women.
Whatever the fascination with women 20 and under is, I'm sure it is making me seem more and more like a dirty old man instead of a real person. I'm a bit of a caricature to most, potty mouthed and willing to say anything to make people uncomfortable. But I think there must be a deeper reason for how I act and who I ultimately am. Was it because I wasn't a cassanova in high school? Was it because my parent's divorced when I was 3? Was it because I went to an all boy's high school? Part of me thinks that all of these had an impact on shaping who I am today.
I have spent a large part of my life not having any intimacy with a member of the opposite sex. I have had relationships, but nothing longer than say 6 months. It's odd. Sometimes I am happy to say that and other times I think it makes me seem a bit like a freak. I don't exactly crave a relationship, but sometimes I wonder why I am not more actively looking for one. The older I get, the more distant I am becoming with my friend's who are all grown up. Most of them are married, dating someone or having kids....and here I am doing nothing. I work, I watch TV, I read, I sleep, I blog. I'm not a go getter when it comes to women. Fear of rejection is a huge part of that. It's not just fear, it's actually rejection that I have suffered that beats me back into my shell. Most of my casual hook ups in the past few years have all been a drunken mistake that some girl made. How's that for your self esteem? Mr. Mistake. I'm not saying that these women were cruel enough to refer to me as a mistake to my face, but their behavior the following day says it all. (Ever get the feeling that you are sharing to much? That's where I am RIGHT NOW.)
Is there a point to all this rambling? I guess so. It's just that I wish I could have made one of these hook ups turn into a relationship of some sort. It would be nice to have some experience longer than 6 months to draw on. Even if it's for material to shape my dreams or musings. In college I spent a lot of time being 'the friend' to girls. I should have been more forthcoming and just told them straight out that my angle was to be a boyfriend, not a friend. I've spent the last few years doing just that and as a result I don't have many female friends. Some women look at me like a pig, not just my physical stature, but my personality as well. And that sucks. How do I fix it? I don't know. I remember back in the day, when I had female friends, they would always tell me that I was too nice. Apparently boyfriend's are assholes and until I become one, I won't succeed. I like being nice. I like being concerned about people. And supportive. And complimentary. What the fuck is wrong with that. I think that I get a bum rap sometimes. I'm not a pervert because I like one of my sister's friends. I can't help who I like. If I feel a connection or attraction to someone, I need to act on it consequences be damned. I'm getting to old for this shit. Either I am going to become a hermit who is extremely social at work, but otherwise hides in his room or I'm going to find the right gal to make mine.
Bottom line. I'm currently accepting applications for a girlfriend. Must be between the ages of 18-24, must like attention and pampering, must like movies. If you are a bitch, all the better. The machocist in me is attracted to the bitchy ones.
Oh Crap!
NAIROBI (Reuters) - More than 100 jailed Kenyan street children smeared themselves and their Nairobi cells with feces in a protest Wednesday, leading police to call in firefighters to hose them down.
Now I love a good shit story like anyone, but if you dig past the headlines on this one you get to the real tragedy.
Nairobi's streets are home to thousands of homeless children, many of them abandoned or orphaned by AIDS. Many steal and sniff glue and are regarded as an aggressive menace. They are also often the victims of abuse and violence.
Awesome. Book my trip for Africa post haste. But seriously, American kids bitch when they run out of a PS2 game at Target. Could be worse. Who's with me?
Now I love a good shit story like anyone, but if you dig past the headlines on this one you get to the real tragedy.
Nairobi's streets are home to thousands of homeless children, many of them abandoned or orphaned by AIDS. Many steal and sniff glue and are regarded as an aggressive menace. They are also often the victims of abuse and violence.
Awesome. Book my trip for Africa post haste. But seriously, American kids bitch when they run out of a PS2 game at Target. Could be worse. Who's with me?
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Sedaris, Conference, Long Day
I'm immensely tired at this point. Up at 7 AM, spent all day sitting at a conference about software for workforce management that my company should buy but probably won't. (Workforce huh?) Then over to work for a catch up on emails. Then off to the Kimmel Center to see the wonderfully funny David Sedaris.
My back is aching from sitting prone all day, but it was worth it. Seeing David Sedaris was a delight. (Good job Dan...finally a birthday present that doesn't suck ass.) I ran into my friend Rob's sister Beth there and was able to grab an address from her to start a postcard love affair. Now that Rob has settled down and become a house wife in SF, I need a new postcard buddy.
Anyway, I have to do a weekly recap for my Fantasy Football league (I beat my old man this week...hoo-ha!) and watch Biggest Loser on VHS before I head to slumber land.
My back is aching from sitting prone all day, but it was worth it. Seeing David Sedaris was a delight. (Good job Dan...finally a birthday present that doesn't suck ass.) I ran into my friend Rob's sister Beth there and was able to grab an address from her to start a postcard love affair. Now that Rob has settled down and become a house wife in SF, I need a new postcard buddy.
Anyway, I have to do a weekly recap for my Fantasy Football league (I beat my old man this week...hoo-ha!) and watch Biggest Loser on VHS before I head to slumber land.
Monday, October 25, 2004
What I Want From A President
With a week to go before we elect John Kerry as President, I think it would be nice to put together a little list of things I want to see from Kerry. I'm not talking about World Peace and Lower Taxes and all that pie in the sky bullshit. These are things that I want. Just me. Although some of you may agree with them, I am asking for them for myself. If you benefit, then so be it.
1.) When something falls out of your tooth and you call your dentist for an appointment, you should only have to wait 48 hours maximum before being seen. High health care premiums and considerable over charges that every dentist makes to your insurance company should warrant you a little immediacy when you actually have a fucking need to see the dentist. (I had to wait 2 weeks to see my dentist when a filling in my mouth fell out. Then when I got in there, all they did was clean it and tell me to come back in 5 days for a dentist to re-fill it. When I went back for the refill, the dentist says it's now too close to the nerve and therefore you need a root canal from some other guy who can't see you until November. And oh yeah, once he's done with you, you need to have those wisdom teeth removed so that we can fit a crown on that newly root canaled tooth of yours. And P.S. you have a co=pay for all of this...)
2.) When you register to VOTE, your polling location should be printed on your voter registration card in fucking english. Not some sort of government code. It's hard enough getting people to show up at the polls when they know where they are for fuck's sake.
3.) You shouldn't have to pay car insurance on a car once you have paid into the insurance system more money than the car is worth. I know people paying $200 a month in this city for a car that is only worth $200?!?!? Huh????
4.) Prostitution should be legalized. And there will be a decency standard imposed. This means that the hookers will have to be decent looking. No ugly bitches sucking dick for crack.
5.) 6 weeks paid vacation from every employer per year.
6.) College education should be free. And on top of that all student loans already in repayment status should be forgiven.
This is just a starter list of my demands. I'm always working on adding to the list. So if you have any you would like to add, comment this post and when I talk to Kerry I'll let him know what's up.
1.) When something falls out of your tooth and you call your dentist for an appointment, you should only have to wait 48 hours maximum before being seen. High health care premiums and considerable over charges that every dentist makes to your insurance company should warrant you a little immediacy when you actually have a fucking need to see the dentist. (I had to wait 2 weeks to see my dentist when a filling in my mouth fell out. Then when I got in there, all they did was clean it and tell me to come back in 5 days for a dentist to re-fill it. When I went back for the refill, the dentist says it's now too close to the nerve and therefore you need a root canal from some other guy who can't see you until November. And oh yeah, once he's done with you, you need to have those wisdom teeth removed so that we can fit a crown on that newly root canaled tooth of yours. And P.S. you have a co=pay for all of this...)
2.) When you register to VOTE, your polling location should be printed on your voter registration card in fucking english. Not some sort of government code. It's hard enough getting people to show up at the polls when they know where they are for fuck's sake.
3.) You shouldn't have to pay car insurance on a car once you have paid into the insurance system more money than the car is worth. I know people paying $200 a month in this city for a car that is only worth $200?!?!? Huh????
4.) Prostitution should be legalized. And there will be a decency standard imposed. This means that the hookers will have to be decent looking. No ugly bitches sucking dick for crack.
5.) 6 weeks paid vacation from every employer per year.
6.) College education should be free. And on top of that all student loans already in repayment status should be forgiven.
This is just a starter list of my demands. I'm always working on adding to the list. So if you have any you would like to add, comment this post and when I talk to Kerry I'll let him know what's up.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Saturday Night
Perhaps I should have went out? Like a fool, I stayed in. Alone. Watched some midget porn. Surfed the internet. I thought long and hard about how my lifestyle models that of every serial killer in the last 40 years. I'm single. I keep to myself. Don't hang out with many friends. So much for the big 3 day weekend!
And now I have diarrhea from eating Mexican during the Eagles game. Guess that makes tonight a wash too.
And now I have diarrhea from eating Mexican during the Eagles game. Guess that makes tonight a wash too.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
I Didn't Heart Huckabees
Very talky. Plays long. Not sure it should have been a comedy. Schwartzman and Wahlberg were the only people who looked comfortable with the dialogue. Schwatrzman is so funny to me. Like Owen Wilson. He has a quality to him that makes it impossible to not expect everything that comes out of his mouth to be a joke. Naomi Watts looked good, but had a worthless role. Jude Law looked awkward. My least favorite David O. Russell film at this point.
Friday, October 22, 2004
The Office
BBC America this weekend is broadcasting the 2 hour special filmed 3 years after the original run of the 12 episode series. If you don't know what The Office is, kill yourself.
Tivo that shit biatch!
Link is Stereophonics covering the theme song Rod Stewart's Handbags and Gladrags. (Thanks Stereogum.com)
Tivo that shit biatch!
Link is Stereophonics covering the theme song Rod Stewart's Handbags and Gladrags. (Thanks Stereogum.com)
Thursday, October 21, 2004
In Good Spirits
My boss April is the bomb.
The other night I got stranded at work doing time on this set up we call the bridge. Essentially, when you go to the bridge you don't have time to piss, shit or breathe. It's a phone and computer that is set up to receive incoming questions from the staff who are taking orders over the phone. Now most days, a supervisor like myself will spend about 3 1/2 hours manning the bridge. When I work 3- Midnight, I get to ride the bridge from 8 PM to close since no one else is there after 8 PM. On Monday, my 7th day in a row of work, a scheduling snafu caused me to get on the bridge at 5 PM and man it until Midnight. Ugh. It's a horrible fate.
Anyway, for being the good soldier, the aforementioned April is allowing me to begin my long weekend early by allowing me to work tomorrow from 11 AM to 4 PM. How cool is that? And then on Tuesday, instead of returning to work, I am actually attending a conference in Philly with April about Call Center shizzle. (I got a postcard about this conference and approached her about attending and she decided to join me....probably because she can just sense that I am a good time...) So essentially as of 4 PM tomorrow, I have no work until next Wednesday which is super. Did I mention that Tuesday night post the conference I have David Sedaris at the Kimmell Center? Looks like the sun might actually come out on me this weekend.
The other night I got stranded at work doing time on this set up we call the bridge. Essentially, when you go to the bridge you don't have time to piss, shit or breathe. It's a phone and computer that is set up to receive incoming questions from the staff who are taking orders over the phone. Now most days, a supervisor like myself will spend about 3 1/2 hours manning the bridge. When I work 3- Midnight, I get to ride the bridge from 8 PM to close since no one else is there after 8 PM. On Monday, my 7th day in a row of work, a scheduling snafu caused me to get on the bridge at 5 PM and man it until Midnight. Ugh. It's a horrible fate.
Anyway, for being the good soldier, the aforementioned April is allowing me to begin my long weekend early by allowing me to work tomorrow from 11 AM to 4 PM. How cool is that? And then on Tuesday, instead of returning to work, I am actually attending a conference in Philly with April about Call Center shizzle. (I got a postcard about this conference and approached her about attending and she decided to join me....probably because she can just sense that I am a good time...) So essentially as of 4 PM tomorrow, I have no work until next Wednesday which is super. Did I mention that Tuesday night post the conference I have David Sedaris at the Kimmell Center? Looks like the sun might actually come out on me this weekend.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Shoptastic!
Today I decided to play a little game with my money. America's Best Eyeglasses fucked me over on my second pair of glasses by not only delivering them to me fucked up, but then losing them for 3 months. (A long story...) Anyway, I decided to go there today and demand my $120 back. Mission Accomplished. So once I got this refund, I decided to try and spend it all on other shit since in reality I had already spent the money 3 months ago.
Here's how I did:
Depeche Mode 101 DVD for $13.77 @ FYE
Foot care shit for $20 @ Eckerd
2 tee shirts for $20 @ Pac Sun
Speakers for my IPOD (so I can listen to it at work) for $9.99 @ Best Buy
New CDs (Beasties Boys, Keane and Jimmy Eat World) for $37 @ Best Buy
Shopping for sport makes it more interesting.
Here's how I did:
Depeche Mode 101 DVD for $13.77 @ FYE
Foot care shit for $20 @ Eckerd
2 tee shirts for $20 @ Pac Sun
Speakers for my IPOD (so I can listen to it at work) for $9.99 @ Best Buy
New CDs (Beasties Boys, Keane and Jimmy Eat World) for $37 @ Best Buy
Shopping for sport makes it more interesting.
Team America; World Police
I had high hopes, but alas the South Park guys just aren't funny outside of doing the cartoon thing. Basketball, Orgazmo and now Team America. When are they no longer allowed to make films that don't star Kyle, Cartman, Stan and Kenny?
The major flaw for me was that they don't pick a side, they just make fun of everyone. And the puppets play it straight a la a Hollywood action flick which is funny for like 25 minutes and then it is just annoying. I loved the songs which was also the strength of the South Park movie in my opinion, but otherwise I could have passed on this one.
Use extreme caution if you decide to see this film.
The major flaw for me was that they don't pick a side, they just make fun of everyone. And the puppets play it straight a la a Hollywood action flick which is funny for like 25 minutes and then it is just annoying. I loved the songs which was also the strength of the South Park movie in my opinion, but otherwise I could have passed on this one.
Use extreme caution if you decide to see this film.
Gorgeous Day Off
It's miserable out. And I'm cold. Slept until 11:30 AM in honor having not having to do a fucking thing today. Perfect day for a movie, and maybe some clothes shopping. I'm sporting tee shirts from like 3 years ago in my wardrobe, it's plain embarassing.
Watched a documentary called Rivers and Tides before I went to bed last night. It's about this Scottish artist who builds sculpture out of rocks and driftwood and other pieces of nature. His work was inspired by the river as a youngster and a lot of it features S shaped themes. It was kind of rad, so check it out if you like art.
Still have high hopes that I will be doing something meaningful this coming weekend. With three days off in a row, I gotta take advantage. Maybe drive somewhere...and just wing it. Road trip.
Watched a documentary called Rivers and Tides before I went to bed last night. It's about this Scottish artist who builds sculpture out of rocks and driftwood and other pieces of nature. His work was inspired by the river as a youngster and a lot of it features S shaped themes. It was kind of rad, so check it out if you like art.
Still have high hopes that I will be doing something meaningful this coming weekend. With three days off in a row, I gotta take advantage. Maybe drive somewhere...and just wing it. Road trip.
Monday, October 18, 2004
Day 7
So I'm about to roll out to work for the 7th straight day. Ugh. It's not that the work is very difficult or taxing, it's just that usually my plate has more on it from being out of the office for 2 days. Last night from about 6 PM until Midnight I did absolutely nothing at work except stay awake. It's just busy enough so that everyone else working is on a call and I'm basically there in case anything goes wrong.
I'm rocking the midnight shift again today. But I'm off tomorrow and looking to check out Team America World Police for shits and giggles. What's cool is that all this working has gotten me a 3 day weekend this coming weekend. Done at 8 PM on Friday until Tuesday...
I'm rocking the midnight shift again today. But I'm off tomorrow and looking to check out Team America World Police for shits and giggles. What's cool is that all this working has gotten me a 3 day weekend this coming weekend. Done at 8 PM on Friday until Tuesday...
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Me and the Old Man
So my Pops came up from Virginnie for the weekend and picked me up from work Friday night to take me out on the town with him. Since I haven't written in detail about the kind of man my father is, I guess I should preface my time with him with a little bio on the shizzle.
Joe is 57 and single. Or if you like, twice divorced. He sired my sister and myself in the early 70's and promptly gave up having children. His role of weekend Dad makes his contribution to my upbringing sound trite, but that's what he was. I am cut from the identical mold that he is, complete with requisite facial hair that is practically a permanent feature of our faces. I'm extremely obnoxious at times, a bit of a know it all when it comes to pop culture and possess a ferocious desire to win at anything competitive. Just like dear old Dad. We have the same sense of humor and bad luck with women. At this stage of Joe's life, he cares about retiring soon, golfing and seeing his kids and grandkids as much as possible. What's cool about Joe is that he is 57, but acts like he's 20.
Let me explain. Joe's major form of entertainment, outside of golfing, is music. The man lives on Kazaa illegally downloading thousands of songs. It's kind of humorous considering his attitude toward technology in his 40's was that of "I don't want to know how it works or what is does!" When the weekend comes, his goal is to make it out to a bar to see a cover band play all the latest and greatest pop faves on the radio. Now being a self professed music snob, I loathe the fact that his palette is so limiting. But the man is driving around in his car singing along to Green Day and the Cult and he knows who they are, so I can't be all that ashamed. Does your Dad download The Strokes in his spare time? I didn't think so.
Anyway, getting back to last night. As I get in the car I am given 3 choices for the event of the evening. Cover band here, cover band here or cover band here. It's always the same choice, and I always just go along with the plan whatever it is. As much as I hate watching a cover band in a bar, I like hanging with my Dad the exact same much. You dig? I could do without his excitement at how good he thinks the band we are watching is, but he's into music and so am I and that makes me happy. I listen to Avril and he listens to Hillary Duff...who's worse?
We hung out at a dive in Jersey listening to this chick go through her set of Sheryl Crow and Jewel covers as I pounded Jack and Ginger doubles (Dad's treat and drink of choice by way...we even have the same taste in drinks). We argued about politics and television shows. We don't agree with everything, I'm indie and he's Joe Republican, I like reality TV and he hates it. But the point is we drank and talked and hung the fuck out. I like the fact that my Dad makes time to come visit me. I know a lot of people get all cringy when they have to spend time with their family, I know I do most of the time, but my visits with Dad are different. We're like friends instead of father and son. Maybe being a weekend Dad created that dichotomy, but I wouldn't want it any other way.
Joe is 57 and single. Or if you like, twice divorced. He sired my sister and myself in the early 70's and promptly gave up having children. His role of weekend Dad makes his contribution to my upbringing sound trite, but that's what he was. I am cut from the identical mold that he is, complete with requisite facial hair that is practically a permanent feature of our faces. I'm extremely obnoxious at times, a bit of a know it all when it comes to pop culture and possess a ferocious desire to win at anything competitive. Just like dear old Dad. We have the same sense of humor and bad luck with women. At this stage of Joe's life, he cares about retiring soon, golfing and seeing his kids and grandkids as much as possible. What's cool about Joe is that he is 57, but acts like he's 20.
Let me explain. Joe's major form of entertainment, outside of golfing, is music. The man lives on Kazaa illegally downloading thousands of songs. It's kind of humorous considering his attitude toward technology in his 40's was that of "I don't want to know how it works or what is does!" When the weekend comes, his goal is to make it out to a bar to see a cover band play all the latest and greatest pop faves on the radio. Now being a self professed music snob, I loathe the fact that his palette is so limiting. But the man is driving around in his car singing along to Green Day and the Cult and he knows who they are, so I can't be all that ashamed. Does your Dad download The Strokes in his spare time? I didn't think so.
Anyway, getting back to last night. As I get in the car I am given 3 choices for the event of the evening. Cover band here, cover band here or cover band here. It's always the same choice, and I always just go along with the plan whatever it is. As much as I hate watching a cover band in a bar, I like hanging with my Dad the exact same much. You dig? I could do without his excitement at how good he thinks the band we are watching is, but he's into music and so am I and that makes me happy. I listen to Avril and he listens to Hillary Duff...who's worse?
We hung out at a dive in Jersey listening to this chick go through her set of Sheryl Crow and Jewel covers as I pounded Jack and Ginger doubles (Dad's treat and drink of choice by way...we even have the same taste in drinks). We argued about politics and television shows. We don't agree with everything, I'm indie and he's Joe Republican, I like reality TV and he hates it. But the point is we drank and talked and hung the fuck out. I like the fact that my Dad makes time to come visit me. I know a lot of people get all cringy when they have to spend time with their family, I know I do most of the time, but my visits with Dad are different. We're like friends instead of father and son. Maybe being a weekend Dad created that dichotomy, but I wouldn't want it any other way.
Friday, October 15, 2004
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Rain Of Terror Continues
So on the heels of crappy day/night yesterday, I get up this morning and wait in the rain for 45 minutes for my bus to NEVER come. At 10:45 I decide to drive to work since I have to be there at 11 AM. Like the nice guy I am, I offer a lift to the two other dudes waiting for the bus with me and they accept. It's all about Karma. Anyway, I get down to work and I can't find a lot that isn't full in the entire city. Rain makes everyone a pussy and on top of that everyone gets to work at 9 AM, not fucking 11 AM.
So I wind up parking 10 city blocks from work at a 2 hour meter spot. I think you can guess where this is going. Of course I get a $20 ticket for not feeding the meter which is pretty much what I would have wound up paying in a lot anyway. But the long ass walk and search for the spot made me 40 minutes late to work. Ugh.
It's not all bad. This chick Terry who works for me loaned me this "never released" documentary about fraternities called "Frathouse" that I am dying to see. Rock on Terry!
So I wind up parking 10 city blocks from work at a 2 hour meter spot. I think you can guess where this is going. Of course I get a $20 ticket for not feeding the meter which is pretty much what I would have wound up paying in a lot anyway. But the long ass walk and search for the spot made me 40 minutes late to work. Ugh.
It's not all bad. This chick Terry who works for me loaned me this "never released" documentary about fraternities called "Frathouse" that I am dying to see. Rock on Terry!
Entre las Piernas
My jigga JV finally came through with a respectable movie recommendation in the Spanish flick Between Your Legs. It's got Victoria Abril (from Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down....the only good Antonio Banderas movie.) and Javier Bardem (Before Night Falls), some sex, some mystery, some twists and turns. It hit the spot. De Palma meets Cronenberg but with a spanish flavor and not Almodovar flavor cause that bitch is nutty. Two decent Spanish movies in a row. Go Spain!
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Nonsense
Check it.
My day was kind of crappy. Not because of my mood, just because things were happening to me that were unfortunate and unsavory. I was super erratic at work today, couldn't focus on anything for much. Got a voicemail from my brother telling me that my phone was turned off. I flaked on the bill apparently. Then I tried to call and make things right and got sick of waiting on hold for an hour! Fucking AT&T.
And oh. Before I left work I filled up a Gatorade Propel bottle with water for the journey home on the bus. While listening to the Garden State soundtrack (again) on my IPOD and reading this Kevin Smith book that is dope, I didn't notice that the bottle was leaking all over my bag and through to my pants. So now it looks like I wet myself. Super.
I'm in the midst of working 7 days straight, and on top of my Grandfather's birthday that I am missing on Sunday, now my Dad is coming up from VA to visit this weekend. I'm trying to squeeze him in on Friday night just cause I never see him.
Things may turn around, I taped Lost. And I bought some M&M's at Rite Aid today. Yum.
My day was kind of crappy. Not because of my mood, just because things were happening to me that were unfortunate and unsavory. I was super erratic at work today, couldn't focus on anything for much. Got a voicemail from my brother telling me that my phone was turned off. I flaked on the bill apparently. Then I tried to call and make things right and got sick of waiting on hold for an hour! Fucking AT&T.
And oh. Before I left work I filled up a Gatorade Propel bottle with water for the journey home on the bus. While listening to the Garden State soundtrack (again) on my IPOD and reading this Kevin Smith book that is dope, I didn't notice that the bottle was leaking all over my bag and through to my pants. So now it looks like I wet myself. Super.
I'm in the midst of working 7 days straight, and on top of my Grandfather's birthday that I am missing on Sunday, now my Dad is coming up from VA to visit this weekend. I'm trying to squeeze him in on Friday night just cause I never see him.
Things may turn around, I taped Lost. And I bought some M&M's at Rite Aid today. Yum.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
A Sight To Behold
This link conjures up memories of Star Search and KIDS Incorporated. This kid Zach is at that tender age where enthusiasm comes across as just downright NOT RIGHT. You know there is a stage mom behind this whole thing and that's the scariest part.
Click the title of this post and ROCK OUT to Katrina and the Waves reinterpreted by the ZACH ATTACK!
Click the title of this post and ROCK OUT to Katrina and the Waves reinterpreted by the ZACH ATTACK!
Rockin' The Sure Shot
Beasties concert was off the hook, fo shizzle. I was concerned that they were gonna go heavy with the new shit, but they didn't. Played something from every era and had a dope ass encore. You got 45 minutes of rapping then the stage revolved and out come the instruments. Good to hear those instrumentals from back in the day. Then back to rap, encore in the fucking crowd and then super secret 2nd encore after a ton of people roll out...Gratitude and the show stopper Sabotage dedicated to Bush to close things. The Beasties doing right. Hell yeah.
I Can't Stand It I Know You Planned It
But I'm Gonna Set It Straight, This Watergate
I Can't Stand Rocking When I'm In Here
Because Your Crystal Bal Ain't So Crystal Clear
So While You Sit Backand Wonder Why
I Got This Fucking Thorn In My Side
Oh My, It's A Mirage
I'm Tellin' Y'all It's a Sabotage
I Can't Stand It I Know You Planned It
But I'm Gonna Set It Straight, This Watergate
I Can't Stand Rocking When I'm In Here
Because Your Crystal Bal Ain't So Crystal Clear
So While You Sit Backand Wonder Why
I Got This Fucking Thorn In My Side
Oh My, It's A Mirage
I'm Tellin' Y'all It's a Sabotage
Monday, October 11, 2004
Monday Day Darkness
Having seen Friday Night Lights today, it's funny that I mentioned in an earlier post that a coin flip would determine my movie selection on this Columbus Day 2004. A pivotal point of the high school football movie involves a coin flip, one that has great meaning for the focus of this feature, the Odessa Permian Panthers of Texas. Now let's set the record straight, men like sports. Not all men might like movies as much as I do, but I garuantee that if a man HAS to watch a movie, he'd prefer it to be about sports. Sports movies are great, whether they are dramatic like the Natural or Any Given Sunday or comical like Tin Cup or Major League. They always deliver on the rudimentary level of sports action and the plot is usually along the same lines which breeds familiarity, and that makes them pretty safe bets. If you like one football movie, chances are you will like them all. It's hard to fuck it up, Necessary Roughness (Kathy Ireland saved that one) and Radio (nothing could help this one) aside.
What usually separates an okay football movie from a superb football movie are the performances. The story goes either one of two routes.
A) meet the team, watch the overcome adversity and win the big game in the 4th quarter
or
B) meet the team, watch them overcome adversity and lose the big game in the fourth quarter.
And both work just as well from a viewing perspective because throughout either scenario we meet interesting characters, maybe see some boobies and always get caught up in the "big game" action. It's a guy thing. We are essentially easy to please and most of the makers of sports films get it.
Now what makes Friday Night Lights special are 3 things.
1) Billy Bob Thorton is legit as an actor. The role of coach in this particular movie is very subtle, it's not your typical loud over the top (Al Pacino in Any Given Sunday anyone) cliched performance of the small town coach. And the strength of the film is his ability to evoke emotion visually instead of saying every hackneyed one liner you have come to expect in movies.
2) Peter Berg provided a strong script devoid of the expected and fairy tale endings that Hollywood loves. I don't want to spoil the film, but things don't get resolved easily and not everyone is going to be alright....and I like that.
3) The style in which Berg chose to direct this comes across as very fly on the wall, much like a documentary. Considering it is based on a true story, it makes absolute sense, but it would be so easy for another director, one without a connection to the story (Berg's cousin is the award winning journalist whose work the movie is based on) or with indie credibility, to fuck it up.
Getting back to Billy Bob for a moment, let me say upfront that his personal life is none of my business and that I pretty much consider him to be a scum bag when I comes to women. (Kids everywhere, 20 ex-wives, etc.) And he tries to hard to be eccentric (see Jolie's blood, tattooes, horrible singing) and that detracts somewhat from him getting the respect he deserves. But I'll be damned if he isn't a phenominal actor.
Sling Blade, Bad Santa, A Simple Plan, Monster's Ball, The Man Who Wasn't There, U-Turn and I'll even give him Armegeddon. Even in the shit he was in, Intolerable Cruelty, Pusing Tin, Bandits, he makes an effort to be above the others around him and it shows.
Don't get me wrong, there are flaws in Friday Night Lights. The "coach's wife" character is the most pathetic in all of cinema. I counted two lines for that hot, tall red head from Spin City who plays Billy Bob's hapless wife and mother to his invisible daughter. And based on the epilogue, you get the feeling there must have been a lot of scenes that got cut out. Why don't we learn what happens to Colmer the 3rd string Running Back? But overall, I would rank this football movie a sure thing.
Now ladies, I'm not sure how you are going to react to this one, but considering that I know no less than 10 guys who have been dragged to a Kate Hudson movie....it's time you returned the favor. You dig?
What usually separates an okay football movie from a superb football movie are the performances. The story goes either one of two routes.
A) meet the team, watch the overcome adversity and win the big game in the 4th quarter
or
B) meet the team, watch them overcome adversity and lose the big game in the fourth quarter.
And both work just as well from a viewing perspective because throughout either scenario we meet interesting characters, maybe see some boobies and always get caught up in the "big game" action. It's a guy thing. We are essentially easy to please and most of the makers of sports films get it.
Now what makes Friday Night Lights special are 3 things.
1) Billy Bob Thorton is legit as an actor. The role of coach in this particular movie is very subtle, it's not your typical loud over the top (Al Pacino in Any Given Sunday anyone) cliched performance of the small town coach. And the strength of the film is his ability to evoke emotion visually instead of saying every hackneyed one liner you have come to expect in movies.
2) Peter Berg provided a strong script devoid of the expected and fairy tale endings that Hollywood loves. I don't want to spoil the film, but things don't get resolved easily and not everyone is going to be alright....and I like that.
3) The style in which Berg chose to direct this comes across as very fly on the wall, much like a documentary. Considering it is based on a true story, it makes absolute sense, but it would be so easy for another director, one without a connection to the story (Berg's cousin is the award winning journalist whose work the movie is based on) or with indie credibility, to fuck it up.
Getting back to Billy Bob for a moment, let me say upfront that his personal life is none of my business and that I pretty much consider him to be a scum bag when I comes to women. (Kids everywhere, 20 ex-wives, etc.) And he tries to hard to be eccentric (see Jolie's blood, tattooes, horrible singing) and that detracts somewhat from him getting the respect he deserves. But I'll be damned if he isn't a phenominal actor.
Sling Blade, Bad Santa, A Simple Plan, Monster's Ball, The Man Who Wasn't There, U-Turn and I'll even give him Armegeddon. Even in the shit he was in, Intolerable Cruelty, Pusing Tin, Bandits, he makes an effort to be above the others around him and it shows.
Don't get me wrong, there are flaws in Friday Night Lights. The "coach's wife" character is the most pathetic in all of cinema. I counted two lines for that hot, tall red head from Spin City who plays Billy Bob's hapless wife and mother to his invisible daughter. And based on the epilogue, you get the feeling there must have been a lot of scenes that got cut out. Why don't we learn what happens to Colmer the 3rd string Running Back? But overall, I would rank this football movie a sure thing.
Now ladies, I'm not sure how you are going to react to this one, but considering that I know no less than 10 guys who have been dragged to a Kate Hudson movie....it's time you returned the favor. You dig?
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Is This The One?
So I saw a house today about 5 blocks from where I currently reside, 5 bedrooms, yard, 1 full bath, big living room and dining room that has decent potential for living and perhaps an investment. It's like 2 blocks from Main Street in Manayunk and that means it's rentable in any condition. It needs some work, but the process of finding the perfect place is ridiculous. We need to have a person who knows what shit costs to walk through and tell us how much it will take to fix it up and make it really special. The bathroom sucks as does the kitchen and the basement is nasty. The rugs gotta go as well. In short, it's the closest we've come to actually taking the next step in this process of buying a house. We'll see...
Other than seeing the house, my poor ass didn't do shit. I sort of watched some football games without being very interested...and read a little. I'm getting a bit stir crazy staying in all day when I'm off from work. Tomorrow night is the Beasties concert, but I think I'm gonna take what little money I have in the bank and going to a movie tomorrow in the day time. I gotta do something or I'm gonna go nuts. I am fucking watching the finals of In Search of the Partridge Family as I write this. Yuck.
Friday Night Lights or Ladder 49? I thought both looked marginal at best, but the reviews I see on them are pretty decent. I'll flip a coin and be sure to let you know how it turns out.
Other than seeing the house, my poor ass didn't do shit. I sort of watched some football games without being very interested...and read a little. I'm getting a bit stir crazy staying in all day when I'm off from work. Tomorrow night is the Beasties concert, but I think I'm gonna take what little money I have in the bank and going to a movie tomorrow in the day time. I gotta do something or I'm gonna go nuts. I am fucking watching the finals of In Search of the Partridge Family as I write this. Yuck.
Friday Night Lights or Ladder 49? I thought both looked marginal at best, but the reviews I see on them are pretty decent. I'll flip a coin and be sure to let you know how it turns out.
Saturday, October 09, 2004
Llama Song
Alright kids. Laugh of the day.
Click the title of this post, volume up and click on the WATCH THIS MOVIE button.
Proceed with chuckling.
Click the title of this post, volume up and click on the WATCH THIS MOVIE button.
Proceed with chuckling.
Friday Night Flick
Devil's Backbone
Originally uploaded by skipscorpio.
I took a chance on a Spanish film by the director who did Hellboy and Blade 2 called the Devil's Backbone.
I would have to say that I highly recommend it if you are into genre bending films. It's a period piece but also kind of a horror movie with a revenge element to it. Sounds interesting doesn't it?
My faith has been partially restored in the cinema of Europe. Finally.
Friday, October 08, 2004
David Sedaris Is Coming!
My brother Dan has stepped it up a notch and surprised me with tickets to see Sedaris on 10.26.04 at the Kimmell Center in Philadelphia for my birthday. Nice.
If you don't know who David Sedaris is, then hit your local bookstore and pick up a copy of Me Talk Pretty One Day or Barrel Fever.
If you don't know who David Sedaris is, then hit your local bookstore and pick up a copy of Me Talk Pretty One Day or Barrel Fever.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Stewing, Viewing and Spewing
Food shopping was done for the first time in my house since perhaps July? I can't recall. I just know it's been a long time. It was nice to cook a meal last night instead of patiently waiting for it to be delivered. I even shared it with people! You throw one hissy fit about someone eating your leftovers and now everyone feels as though they have to ask me to eat some food that I made for everyone. Go figure.
Apparently on the heels of the food incident of last week, our cable bill has a porno rental on it that no one is claiming. The roommate hijinx continues. Everyone is looking at everyone else as a culprit and someone is hiding behind it all like a pussy. Oh well. Before long, this little community will come to an end and all the shit talking and distrust will end. And then maybe these guys will be friends again. I can honestly say that ordering a porno and eating someone's stromboli are not imprisionable offenses, so I fail to see why anyone would deny doing them.
Moving on, last night I watched Bill Maher's show (good), Lost (continues to work for me) and Wife Swap (like a car accident, can't look away) on television and about an hour of Iron Monkey on DVD. Remember what I was saying about Asian cinema and how it is like the best of the foriegn genre these days? Scratch that. Iron Monkey sucked a monkey's dong. The action was neat but not interesting neat, just plain old neat. Story line was corny. Oh well....I have a couple more foriegn titles coming this week to cleanse the palatte.
This coming Sunday and Monday I am off and the Eagles are on their BYE, so that means I can actually do something with my life. Oh yeah, I have no money...FUCK. That's the beauty of my job. They pay you so little that it keeps you right where they want you. You work only to survive, not to enjoy life. Fuckers.
However, Beaties Boys concert on Monday night. That's right, I'm going to see the Beasties. I haven't seen them since Lollapalooza had them on the bill about 10 years ago. I'm not the biggest fan of their work post Ill Communication, but I'm looking forward to it all the same. It's a bonding experience with my cousins Todd and Sam and my baby bro Dan. Maybe we will make it through the night without breaking each other's balls.
Apparently on the heels of the food incident of last week, our cable bill has a porno rental on it that no one is claiming. The roommate hijinx continues. Everyone is looking at everyone else as a culprit and someone is hiding behind it all like a pussy. Oh well. Before long, this little community will come to an end and all the shit talking and distrust will end. And then maybe these guys will be friends again. I can honestly say that ordering a porno and eating someone's stromboli are not imprisionable offenses, so I fail to see why anyone would deny doing them.
Moving on, last night I watched Bill Maher's show (good), Lost (continues to work for me) and Wife Swap (like a car accident, can't look away) on television and about an hour of Iron Monkey on DVD. Remember what I was saying about Asian cinema and how it is like the best of the foriegn genre these days? Scratch that. Iron Monkey sucked a monkey's dong. The action was neat but not interesting neat, just plain old neat. Story line was corny. Oh well....I have a couple more foriegn titles coming this week to cleanse the palatte.
This coming Sunday and Monday I am off and the Eagles are on their BYE, so that means I can actually do something with my life. Oh yeah, I have no money...FUCK. That's the beauty of my job. They pay you so little that it keeps you right where they want you. You work only to survive, not to enjoy life. Fuckers.
However, Beaties Boys concert on Monday night. That's right, I'm going to see the Beasties. I haven't seen them since Lollapalooza had them on the bill about 10 years ago. I'm not the biggest fan of their work post Ill Communication, but I'm looking forward to it all the same. It's a bonding experience with my cousins Todd and Sam and my baby bro Dan. Maybe we will make it through the night without breaking each other's balls.
My Hate List Today
Things that are wrong with the world.
1) You feel something come out of its place in your mouth, possibly a cap or a filling, and you call the dentist for an appointment and the soonest you can get in there is 10/20. Huh?
2) Not having Tivo. I can only tape one channel at a time on my 1992 VCR that I am still rocking and on nights when I work until 10 PM or Midnight, I miss out taping multiple shows that I desire viewing. Ugh.
3) Spending a considerable amount of time on your off day doing a schedule for work.
4) Having only $40 until pay day which is 1 week away.
1) You feel something come out of its place in your mouth, possibly a cap or a filling, and you call the dentist for an appointment and the soonest you can get in there is 10/20. Huh?
2) Not having Tivo. I can only tape one channel at a time on my 1992 VCR that I am still rocking and on nights when I work until 10 PM or Midnight, I miss out taping multiple shows that I desire viewing. Ugh.
3) Spending a considerable amount of time on your off day doing a schedule for work.
4) Having only $40 until pay day which is 1 week away.
Freaking Hot
Scarlett Pussy Cat
Originally uploaded by skipscorpio.
If I had any talent concerning computers, I no doubt would have taken a digital shot of my self posed in a position on my bed to match the likely position a man would be in to be sitting on that red couch behind Scarlett's bum. Then I would have taken said photo of myself and added my likeness to this photo using photoshop.
And this post would be funny had I done that.
Instead, it's just dead sexy.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Johnny Walker Sucks
I'm pissed. The invite to the drinking event says clearly that the complimentary open bar begins promptly at 8:30 PM. Why then did it fucking close at 8:40 PM? Because apparently they started at 8:00 instead of 8:30 and fucked us. I got one drink in and that was it. What a bummer. And many of the boys actually dressed up fancy for this one...
So another night of drinking games and pounding Mickey Light. I feel like shit today regardless, so I guess it's all good.
So another night of drinking games and pounding Mickey Light. I feel like shit today regardless, so I guess it's all good.
Monday, October 04, 2004
Forces Of Good
So that website I write a column for is up and running as of today...
Click the title to see what I contributed and do me a favor and take a look around.
Click the title to see what I contributed and do me a favor and take a look around.
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Ham With A Side of Ham
Much like all of David E. Kelley's shows, Boston Legal had a strong debut but will most likely be entertaining for 2 years maximum and then move into the sublime, see The Practice or Boston Public for examples. However, getting back to the strong debut, James Spader and Will Shatner together is fucking genius. Spader is essentially playing a variation of his Secretary character, which I hear is what he was playing on the last year of The Practice. Having given up on the Practice years ago, I'm sorry to say I hadn't seen this fine performance until tonight. Apparently Spader was so good, he got an Emmy as did Shatner I think for playing the same lawyer on a couple episodes of the Practice or some shit like that. Kudos to you both.
Anyway, there are 3 rather attractive women on the show if the hammy-ness of Shatner and Spader don't do it for you. I guess that makes my non-reality show count up to 2 for this season. Lost and Boston Legal. Oddly enough both on ABC which is currently the most horrid of all networks. Is this a resurgance?
Anyway, there are 3 rather attractive women on the show if the hammy-ness of Shatner and Spader don't do it for you. I guess that makes my non-reality show count up to 2 for this season. Lost and Boston Legal. Oddly enough both on ABC which is currently the most horrid of all networks. Is this a resurgance?
Witty Title Taking To Much Effort
I always wondered what was in Michelob Light that made it impossible for me to get drunk off of it no matter how many I put down and I think I figured out today what it is. Water.
Anyway, my football/poker party didn't quite come off as planned, but the day wasn't a complete wash. I managed to get a couple friends to come over and half watch the Eagles boringly beat the Bears. The Poker aspect of the day was undermined by a conflicting poker event last night. (Not really in the mood to describe that debacle...)
My brother Mike made chili that didn't make me crap myself, so I'm chalking this day up as a victory.
Sorry about the tone of the posts lately, I'm working on being more upbeat. I promise.
Anyway, my football/poker party didn't quite come off as planned, but the day wasn't a complete wash. I managed to get a couple friends to come over and half watch the Eagles boringly beat the Bears. The Poker aspect of the day was undermined by a conflicting poker event last night. (Not really in the mood to describe that debacle...)
My brother Mike made chili that didn't make me crap myself, so I'm chalking this day up as a victory.
Sorry about the tone of the posts lately, I'm working on being more upbeat. I promise.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Premature
As irony would have it, I'm at work today and I get a call from my buddy Jared who says to me, "I'm in for tomorrow and so is Gabe." So I have friends who are coming through in the clutch after all. I'm looking forward to sitting around and watching the game and maybe even playing some Sunday afternoon poker.
Here We Go Again.
And so it is, another weekend where I am working on a Saturday and not doing much of anything else. I am trying in vain to get my buddies together to watch the Eagles game at my house tomorrow, but the response to my invite has been tepid at best. I guess since my lifestyle has changed due to the crazy work schedule and in some of these cat's eyes I don't keep in touch as much, I'm not high on the priority list. C'est La Vie. That's french for "I don't really care." I used to be a guy that worried about hanging out and keeping the bonds people had with each other together for as long as possible. After a while you realize you are one guy paddling a boat full of people upstream. I don't like talking to people on the phone, I have social anxiety and I'm fucking poor. These factors lead to a less than exciting social life.
My point is that despite all these things, I do make an effort to involve my friends in my life. If I am having a BBQ the ones who may come get an invite, those who would never come don't. Saves me some time and trouble. I run a fantasy football league and most of my friends opted out due to other factors (wives, money, etc.) I make appearances at baby's birthday parties (with the coolest fucking gift I might add), stupid German fests that don't intertest me in the least, just to keep the relationship going...because if I didn't I'm sure I would just be cut loose. I'm expendable and that's the sad reality. Because I chose to work a job that pays very little, live my life on the cheap and not pursue the marriage and kids thing, I'm finding it harder and harder to relate to my friends. I fight the good fight, but sometimes I don't feel like it.
I'm almost 33, and I'm starting to see why Jesus was like, "alright...I'll die for everyone's sins." He was 33 too. Life just gets fucking old at 33. I'm still lusting unsucessfully after 20 year olds, sitting in my room, playing music or watching television....all the same shit I did in high school.
What is the moral of this story? Well, I hope to fuck I win Powerball tonight.
My point is that despite all these things, I do make an effort to involve my friends in my life. If I am having a BBQ the ones who may come get an invite, those who would never come don't. Saves me some time and trouble. I run a fantasy football league and most of my friends opted out due to other factors (wives, money, etc.) I make appearances at baby's birthday parties (with the coolest fucking gift I might add), stupid German fests that don't intertest me in the least, just to keep the relationship going...because if I didn't I'm sure I would just be cut loose. I'm expendable and that's the sad reality. Because I chose to work a job that pays very little, live my life on the cheap and not pursue the marriage and kids thing, I'm finding it harder and harder to relate to my friends. I fight the good fight, but sometimes I don't feel like it.
I'm almost 33, and I'm starting to see why Jesus was like, "alright...I'll die for everyone's sins." He was 33 too. Life just gets fucking old at 33. I'm still lusting unsucessfully after 20 year olds, sitting in my room, playing music or watching television....all the same shit I did in high school.
What is the moral of this story? Well, I hope to fuck I win Powerball tonight.
Friday, October 01, 2004
Not Good
Either a cap or a filling is coming loose in my mouth. Time to call the dentist and make an appointment ASAP. I was at work minding my business chewing on some Trident and all of a sudden something is preventing my teeth from coming together to form a bite. That kind of shit always freaks me out.
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