This blog might confirm my place in nerd-dom.
Current mood: nerdy
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
Tom Baker was the BEST Doctor Who. Don't even try to disagree. You can't win. This kat was seriously cool. The scarf, the hat, the voice....all superior. Unrelated: My first TV crush was on his assistant Sarah Jane (Elisabeth Sladen). Anyway, if you want to get me a cool present, I really want a Tom Baker repro scarf. Believe it or not, there are sites dedicated to the Doctor Who scarves! Dig it: The History of Tom Baker's Scarves Doctor Who Scarf . com They show the patterns and sizes (for knitting type of folk) to make them! The interwebs truly has everything.
Your eyes glow like naked livers burning in the sun.
Your eyes glow like naked livers burning in the sun. The sisters of St. Cathode ask that you cover yourself with filaments and take pains to make yourself fully incandescent this evening. My pathological scar desires to cite poetry through the ruddied girth of your soul! I would sing by an aria of pain to your endearments and wiles. When faced with scathing winds and torrents pouring forth stain, your mind thinks cleverly to the leprous angels found in all train crashes. Your entrance is ever a segue to endless lands of derision. Your Hands do the work of 10,000 highly trained lesbian jumping beans. Legions of Communists worship your robust cannabalism of Capitalists clad in junk mail suits. Suffer, for you are toasting the Marzipan!.. (..and may I upon pretense ring latent tintinabulations for your Andalusian raisins!) Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. Your love is like 1000 caucasian carnivores playing mumblety peg with an eggplant. Your pharyngeal hair tickles the divine underbelly of my terrestrial erector set with saponifying liquors.
Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. The expansion (and resultant rapid cooling) of your consecrated culotte sings the golden turnip with the mulatto touch-typist in my pants. So charmingly heathen, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle.If you behave there will be cake for the miscreants we call your brothers. Garbage bins would be seventh with ivy to hold your face under a stone. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. Your mother once had eyes that shone like the legs of Mae West. Ah! how the play of light upon your shoulders does bring one to reminisce of fallen lighthorsemen and gaseous trenches.
Observations from the outside in, the inside out, and the space between.
1.] Dear cover bands, Please stop. I could go on about the reasons why, but if you don't already know why, you'll never have the mental capacity to understand it. 2.] my biggest client is a spoiled, little rich boy. i've continued to spoil him in the name of customer service. i'd like to go off on him, but i like getting paid. viscious cycle. 3.] i will fire you. believe that. business is business. 4.] a few years ago i went out and found an entire new set of friends because of a crushing set of circumstances. I see that, currently, the source of those circumstances is slowly infiltrating my scene. This makes me uncomfortable. 5.] Dear [popular band], If you are going to play a ragtime tune, DO NOT include EVERY cliche' about ragtime/vaudeville music in that single song. i mean, c'mon.....playing a saw, kazoo solo, slide whistle, banjo AND Ukeulele, wood blocks, AND the singer mimicking that "canned" sounding singing style is too much for one tune. i didn't like you much anyway, but this just sealed the deal. Can't take you seriously. I wish I had something to wipe my eyes with because you make ME cry. 6.] some people (conciously or unconciously) decide who their closest friends are and who they regularly hang out with based on: a) who's always at the bar every night and getting drunk with them. b) who they can convince to do drugs with them so they don't have to do it alone. c) whoever else smokes alot of pot and wants to sit around and do nothing. Is this really the most important things friends should have in common? 7.] Hypocrisy: film snobs that hate on b-films, calling them "shit" & basically believing that they are beneath their lofty, artistic film cred.....then go and MAKE b-films. Ice Spiders...booya. Respect: those D.I.Y. people. Make your own art...or you ain't doing shit. 8.] Playing Guitar Hero MORE than your actual instrument should be grounds for having you banned from ever touching a real instrument again. 9.] people who complain about never being taken seriously should not try to endear others to them by being "the lovable goof" or "the funny guy". If your goal is to been seen as a "serious" artist, don't create things that make people laugh. 10.] Debate point No.624: addictions and habits are NOT the same thing. (example: smoking is NOT the same as nail biting) If you can't clearly see the difference, i can't help you. 11.] animals and children.....and wives and kids. 12.] the only time some have ever stayed afloat was on a ship i built and Captained. 13.] fucked up lives are "Normal" for some people. typically it's because they come from a family that's completely fucked up and/or surround themselves with people/friends that do fucked up shit. they do it because it's what they're used to. like attracting like. When stability, happiness, and no drama happen...that's when they think that life is weird and uncomfortable. i may never understand these people and, in a way, ...i hope i never do.
the following is a touching tale of pet ownership.
the toughest fish in the world. i own him. His story is as follows: a couple of months ago i bought a deep blue male beta fish, a special tank, fancy rocks and whatnots for maintaining it all. I named him Khraam. I was sold on this tiny tank because it has a valve on the bottom for draining some of the water and debris, making cleaning it very easy. I set it up and put Khraam in his new home. He really seemed to like it. He had a lot of personality as far as fish go. Anyway, yesterday i noticed that the area around the tank was wet and discovered that the valve at the bottom of the tank had a slight leak. I cleaned it up thinking that it wasn't very severe, and fixed it ( i thought) by tightening the valve. Feeling assured that i had the problem licked, i left to have dinner with my pal Steven. We hung out for a couple of hours and i came home. I had been home for about 10 minutes when i glanced at the fish tank and noticed that THERE WAS ONLY A QUARTER INCH OF WATER in there!!! Apparently i didn't fix the leak, and somehow made it worse in my attempt. The tank drained all over the place in a matter of a couple of hours. Khraam was laying still on his side & had wedged himself under one of the large stones in oder to keep himself in the remaining water. He was perfectly still. "He's dead", i thought. I was on the phone with Moriah when i discovered this and told her about it as i cleaned up the water. This took about 15 minutes. A little while later i glanced at the tank with my (presumed) dead pet in it when saw Khraam FLOP spastically. "HOLY CRAP! My fish is still ALIVE!" i told Moriah. I quickly filled a large measuring cup i grabbed from the cupboard with tap water that i got up to slight above room temperature. I scrambled for the water treatment drops that de-clorinate and prepare the water for fish. Quickly squeezing off 3 drops and stirring it with my finger, I grabbed the near empty tank and dumped Khraam into the container. He hit the water with a PLOP, and swam around with what i can only imaging is a fish's sigh of relief. Now, i was sure that he's not out of danger, as he could die from the shock/stress of it all, as well as not having the water in the temporary container properly prepared. I wasn't sure if he's make it through the night. So i fed him, and went to bed. This morning as i was leaving for work, i checked on him thinking surely i'd have a floater on my hands. That tough little bastard is still alive, swimming around in the large measuring cup! I'm going to the antique store and buying him something nice and fancy as a new tank. That fucker deserves it. What a fighter.
Found the Munsters Pilot Episode on YouTube. It never aired. Yvonne DeCarlo (Lilly) was not in the first episode. The part of the mother was a character named "Phoebe" played by an actress named Joan Marshall. The part of Eddie was not played by Butch Patrick, but some kid named Happy Derman. The (more well known and rockin') theme song is different as well.
The pilot episode ends with no real conclusion...sort of cliff hanger style.
I loved my Shogun Warriors. I owned the Godzilla AND the Great Mazinga:
I had this Jaws game too. I guess back when the movie was new and sharks were the new scary:
I really loved these two villains. Had both of them and my neighbors ruined them:
before there were Transformers....there were GO-BOTS!:
i preferred Transformers.
My parents saved up and got me THIS one X-mas. Big-Trak was rad. (later i disassembled it to see how it worked....couldn't fix it. My folks were pissed!)
Also before Voltron with the giant robotic Lions....Voltron was made from different vehicles (the Land, Sea, and Air Teams):
Occasional fun, but wouldn’t want to do it for a living.
i am completely sore. i am sunburned. i was covered in dirt. i spent the weekend doing landscaping/gardening.
When i moved into my townhouse, i noticed that the patio was sorta plain & unkept. Last week, i purchased some "shrubberies" and other leafy creatures. This weekend, i put ’em in the ground.
Saturday i purchased a few 40 lb. bags of topsoil, 2 giant bags of eucalyptus chips, a shovel, 6 paver stones, weed killer, a watering can, and 20 ft. of landscape trim. I started by laying the paver stones....lots of shovel work. Anyone who has done this knows what it takes (diggin/leveling/laying/backfilling). then i dug out a 8ft. curvy flowerbed....lots of shovel work. I mixed in (3) 40lb. bags of topsoil in there....chopping and turing with a shovel. Next was anchoring the landscape trim. I planted (9) Mexican Heather plants and covered with the eucalyptus chips....lots of shovel work. That was enough for Saturday, so i went have a good time afterward. Today, i woke up and hit it again. I planted (3) dwarf holly bushes and a Gardenina bush. Back-breaking shovel work. I shoveled out loads of backfill rocks out around the new paver stones....more shovel swinging. (you detecting a pattern to all this landscaping work?) Finally, i potted some fresh herbs (rosemary, sage, mint, and parsley) and sprayed weed killer on the rest of the patio. There is still a few things to do and some cleanup, but the major work is done. I have completely filled an outdoor trashcan with dirt/gravel dug up from all this shoveling. I have to get a dolly to move it an dump it somewhere. So i’m left with a great sense of accomplishment, sore muscles, and a wife-beater sunburn.... ...and i am convinced that the shovel is the most versitile tool ever invented.
Random things part negative eleventeen.
Current mood: happy
i had alot of fun this weekend. Friday went to the Zydepunks show. Drank a bit, hung out with all my people and my lovely girlfriend. Saturday laid around, watched 2 DVDs of Star Trek. Then did a photo shoot with my stand up bass for Erika’s homework. Hung out with her and the baby after having dinner downtown. After went to the FIGS’ show at the Blue Moon and then over to Cafe, drank a bit & hung with my people again. Today, me, Austin & his pal spent the day at the shooting range. weather was beautiful...i was shooting well. nice. After that i met my two fave girls and played at Chuck E. Cheese’s.
I’ve been getting requests to start doing my old solo sets again...not the electronic weird ones, my acoustic guitar/singing about drinkin’ and murderin’ set. I just might do one or two. (if ya’ll songwriter folks need someone to fill some time for a show, drop me a line)
I’m turning into quite the chef. I’ve been cooking a bunch of super delicious meals and it’s awesome. it’s also saving me a bunch of money. I love dining out, but damn...
my new group is going to be your new favorite band. trust.
nerdy
validated
happy