Something about memories and the future or something...

It's just after 12:30 on January 1, 2010. I'm at work with a headache and three caffeine pills in front of me. But that's not what this is about. This is not for ranting about being tired at work. Because that's not news. C'mon...it's me we're talking about here. No, this is about, as the title suggests, memories and the future or something.

I'll start with something I did last year. I did a review of each month in one phrase. So I'm doing that for 2009 now.

January - School

February - School

March - School, thought about counseling

April - School

May - BAHAMAS!!!

June - Work

July - Work, started Annual Training

August - Annual Training

September - School

October (here's the interesting stuff) - Started counseling, wanted to go apshizz on a guy who totally deserved it but wasn't able to, Swine Flu

November - One Year Anniversary!!!

December - Finished the semester, BEST CHRISTMAS I CAN REMEMBER

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Yeah...2008 was a LOT more eventful in general. But 2009 was pretty dang good. I did a bunch of school. I worked a lot more than I wanted to. Wifey and I had some hard times, but ended up closer after each of them.

2010 is looking interesting. I'm going to MOS-Q school at the end of February, through almost all of March. May will the the first of 2 Annual Trainings this year. I don't have any drill in June, so Wifey and I are taking a vacation before I have to leave. August is the second, and longer, AT. After that, we're slotted to be deployed, "...but it's not for sure..." Yeah, we keep getting jerked around on that. But come what may, I'll be ready.

May your New Year be just as awesome for you as the last. Unless it wasn't awesome. Then I hope it stomps the crap outta last year.

That is all.

Merry Christmas to All...

I'm here at work, having just watched Nightmare Before Christmas (Yes, it IS a Christmas movie - it says so right in the title) and am feeling all Christmasy.

So I'm listening to Nightmare Revisited. Specifically, Town Meeting Song by The Polyphonic Spree. Freaking rad. Here.

I'm a lot more exctied for Christmas this year than I usually am. It's not that I'm not ever un-excited. But this year I've been tearing my hair out waiting for it. I want it now.

Sure, I want my presents. And sure, I want to see how excited some people are when they see what I got them. But aside from that, I'm just really feeling it this year. I started (willingly) listening to Christmas music long before Thanksgiving and didn't want to hurt any small creatures. Wifey and I sang together in the car on the way to her parents' a couple weeks ago. And it was GREAT!

I don't know what's changed. I'm thinking it might be that there's a good chance of me being away next year. Yes, I've been away once before, but this time around, it's going to be different. I have Wifey to miss. She wasn't around last time. Shoot, she was still in HIGH SCHOOL last time. Haha.

I'm looking forward to spending some good quality ('cause it definitely won't be quantity) time with my family tomorrow. I'm getting off work at midnight and Wifey has to be back for work 24 hours later.

I wish everyone the Merriest of Christmases. And Happiest of Hannukahs (yes, even though it's over, I hope it was lovely). And Kwaziest of Kwanaas.

That is all.

PS: If I offended you with that last line, here's what I want you to do. Close your browser window and don't read this again. The end. It's that easy.

PPS: Yeah...I knew I couldn't keep my cynicism out of this for long :P

Let the Baby Seal Punting Commence!

Let me take you way, way back. Back to a more innocent time. A time when people could sleep worry-free, without fear of violation.

May 2008.

See, at this time, the lock on my car's driver door wasn't all effed up. In June it started being all wonky and making me jack with it for about five minutes before actually unlocking.

What did I do about this? Well, I asked my friend to take a look at it to see just what I needed to get it fixed. After a couple hours of dissecting my door, messing with electronics and testing this and that and the other he came to his conclusion: It was necessary to aquire a new door.

So what did I do about this? Since I live in Logan, freaking, Utah I just stopped locking my door.

And Friday night it caught up with me.

I walked out of work to start my car. Whenever I start my car I reach over and turn on my little iPod radio transmitty thingy. Upon doing this I noticed a key element was missing. The iPod. I checked my pockets, thinking I must have taken it in with me. No dice. I looked around my car confusedly. The center console was open and my GPS was no longer snugly nestled therein.

It was at this point that I swore LOUDLY to myself. Several times. Then I started bawling. Hard. Tears freezing against my little cheeks, I ran back inside. There, my much clearer thinking supervisor suggested I call and report it. I did this and after a few minutes I was talking with a cop outside in the parking lot. As I was giving him all the information a call came across his radio reporting another burglary from a car about three blocks away.

Honestly, I don't have high hopes. I'm not too concerned about the GPS. But my iPod was my life support. After one day of listening to the radio while driving I'm already wanting to stab a puppy. And shot-put a kitten. And pile-drive a lemur. And, of course, PUNCH A BABY LAMB IN THE FACE!!!

I guess I'll just play this for now.

That is all.

As I was...

So, all (3) of you can ignore that last post. Turns out I am going to school after all. Yes, I'm still going to miss a month for army training, but I'm only going to do two classes that will work well with me.

I'm taking German 2020. Dr. Tweraser has been really great with my army schedule and when I had to miss two weeks due to illness this semester, he just dropped that whole chapter from my final grade. I love taking classes from this guy.

My other class is from a professor from whom I've never taken a class (yeah, that sounded nerdy and pretentious, but there's a good reason why...keep reading). It's Linguistics 4100 from Lackstrom. I've heard good things. I also emailed him to ask what the curriculum was like and how homework was handled. He sent me back a syllabus from this past semester. The course is graded entirely by exams and all the homework is extra credit. Score!


The downside to this of course, is that I only get about half as much for REAP (Reserve Education Assistance Program). This semester I've been sitting pretty at just over a grand a month from my dear old uncle just for going to school. Oh, well. Wifey's employed and I'll get a nice chunk o' change for my month of army stuff.



In other news, well, I'll probably blog other news later. I like to keep posts topical.



...ok, we all know that's a blatant lie, but I'm tired and about to go home for the night.



That is all.

...and the choice has been made

Remember that time I was wondering what to do as far as work and school next semester? If not, scroll down one post. I'll wait.

Anyway, the decision has been made. It turns out my security clearance has gone through and I'm all signed up to go to FDC school Feb 26-Mar 28. So I'm not going to school. And I'm going to work.

So that's that. It's not quite what I wanted, but it'll be nice to not have to have cook obligations hanging over my head anymore.

Also, that picture has nothing to do with anything. I just needed one for this post to be complete. I liked it. So it won.

That is all.

I fail at this...

So, I'm sitting here the other day, thinking why the crap doesn't anyone on here write anything for me to read? And I realize durr...you don't write anything either, knob. So I'm writing. Or typing. Or shut your face and just read.

Right now I'm trying to make a decision. I have three options. They are as follows:

1) Keep doin' what I'm doin' and work while I'm going to school next semester...

2) Quit work (or at least go part-time) so I can focus on school without that extra stress...

OR

3) Work all next semester and not worry about school until I get back from my possible deployment...

They all have they're ups and downs...

1 would be the best option financially, but would stress me the freak out and I don't know if I can mentally handle that anymore.

2 is the one I want to do the most because I really want to go to school and I'll still make money going, but I don't know if it will be enough without my job on top of it.

3 would let me just work (and maybe get a part-time job somewhere else, too) so I can just live in stasis and get ready for the deployment.

Ok, so in actuality, I really don't want 3 to happen. But at the same time, I do. But really, I want 2 to happen. Becuase I want to not work anyway. If we can swing it so that it'll work out financially, that's what I want to do.

ON TO OTHER THINGS

How was Thanksgiving? Mine was pretty dang good. I got to see my family (minus one step-brother) and give my little sister hugs and make her feel better 'cause she misses her husband (doof went and joined the Marines...), while at the same time worrying that I might snap her in two. She's tiny.

Having a break from school is nice too. Sure, I had one last month (mental issues followed by swine-flu [yes, I know I said it was fake and stupid and I still believe the media hype is...getting sick sucks, but it was no worse than any other flu I've gotten, so nyah!] contributed to that one) but this one is actually sanctioned by the school.

The only crappy thing is how short the holiday itself was. I had it off work, but still came in today without feeling like I missed a day at all. Lame.

So, let me hear some thoughts on my choices. I like to get other peoples' opinions, even if I don't take them into account :)

That is all.

I will find you... I will submit you...

Dear Terrible Parkers of Logan, Utah:

I have a new hobby. And that is taking pictures of crappy parking jobs and submitting them here. I've only submitted 2 so far, but I'm now on the lookout, keeping a keen eye for those of you who choose to say, You know what? I'm so awesome that I feel like parking like an asshat today.

You are not awesome. But you provide me with hobby-fodder. And for that, I thank you. As for that ding in your door, don't park so farking close, knob gobbler.

That is all.

PS: If you want to see mine, just look for the ones from Logan, UT. So far they're Sep 10 and Oct 3. I'll keep updating with new ones!

Let's play catch-up, shall we?

So, it just occurred to me that I haven't done a What's-Going-On-In-My-Life blog since maybe...April or so. When we got Charlotte. I'm here to rectify this problem.

(I just read a blog that used this same storytelling format and I liked it...so here goes.)

Apply at Chrysalis. Get interview. Don't get called back. Find Dog. Get a different Dog. Finish semester. Watch Wifey graduate, wonder if you ever will. Go on honeymoon. Be somewhat disappointed, but have a generally good time. Return to work. Hope Wifey finds a job soon. Work. Tolerate it. Work. Dislike it. Work. Begin to actively resent it. Go play army for three weeks. Miss Wifey TERRIBLY because this is the longest the two of you have been apart since you MET. Hear more deployment rumors. Come home. Enjoy time with Wifey. Start school again. Be excited for it. Get behind on homework all too soon. Get alerted for deployment. WIFEY FINDS A JOB! Consider quitting your job and find some menial, easy, part time job. Wifey leaves job a week later. Scrap part time plans. Continue to dislike job. Sink farther behind in homework. Come across opportunity to switch to Utah National Guard as a linguist...

So that's my Late Spring/Summer/Early Fall for this year. Short, yes. But with everything you really need to know.

But here's the stuff worth pointing out. I'm continually slipping behind in school. I know I'm smart enough, but I just don't have the time. Well, technically I do. But when work is factored in I just don't have the time to balance between homework and Wifey. She gets enough time stolen from her because of all the extra shifts I've been picking up at work; most of them graves... So homework gets sacrificed.

Meanwhile, I'm not enjoying my job. It's not the environment. It's not the coworkers. Heck, it's not even the clients, really. It's the field. I came into this job by chance, having no prior interest in Human Services. It turned out I was damn good at it though. So I stuck with it. Now I'm beginning to realize I really don't enjoy it though. I've stayed here for others. Not for myself.

On the topic of the army... Well, we got our alert message on Friday, the 4th. What does this mean? It basically means we went from being likely to deploy to being more likely to deploy. Nothing is set in stone. We may not go.

But do I believe this? No. I'm fairly certain we're going. And it sucks, but what can you do? Oh, that's right. Transfer to the Logan unit. And no, not so I can get out of a deployment. So I can be a linguist. I want to be an interpreter some day and I think this would be a good step to take in getting there. First I have to take a test to measure my proficiency at learning a new language (easy-peasy, I think), then, pending my passing the test, I have to write a letter of intent to my commander. A little scary for me, yes. But he came down to talk to us at drill this weekend and said that we're over-manned and if anyone is wanting to do interstate transfers, do 'em.

So that's my life as of now. Hope yours is less cluttered.

Monday Mix-Up #10!!!

Well, I've made it 10 whole issues. Go me! I'm going to give myself a pat on the back. And at this point I wonder if I have it in me to keep this thing going every week...I guess I'll let this week's song do the talking...er, singing.

Song: Should I Stay Or Should I Go (The Clash, Combat Rock, 1981)
Covering Artist: The Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain.



After that, I think I'll stay for a while :)

That is all.

Monday Mix-Up #9

Hiya, kids. So sorry for the unannounced hiatus. I came back from AT and neglected to find more videos. But last week I found this one. Enjoy!


Song: While My Guitar Gently Weeps (The Beatles, The White Album, 1968)
Covering Artist(s): Tom Petty, Prince, Other people...I think the scrawny kid next to Tom is George Harrison's son...

BONUS GOODNESS!!!

Covering Artist: Lemon Demon (reworked as While My Keytar Gently Weeps)

Seriously though, check out that Prince solo again!


That is all.

A look into the future

Recently, the TV People brought back a show from my childhood. Now, when I say 'from my childhood', I don't mean one that I watched religiously, often, sometimes, or even at all. But I remember it existing.

Beverly Hills 90210

This fall, the same network will be premiering another re-launch show from around the same time, and along the same topic.

Melrose Place

Which got me to thinking. These were both shows about pretty, rich, white people with problems. Sound familiar?

As a child, I mocked these shows. I thought they were dumb. I thought they were trash. And yes, I still feel the same way about the re-boots.

But I'm really excited that I'll be able to watch new episodes of The OC when I'm 35!!!

Frosting cancels out calories...

I'm trying to be a little more health conscious than I have been in the past, because being healthy is important. Right now, it's as simple as counting calories. So while we were at the store today, I looked at how many calories were in one blueberry poptart, sans frosting. 210Wow, I think. That's kind of a lot. Then out of curiousity I checked the frosted variety, assuming there would be an extra 30-50. Total calories in one frosted blueberry poptart: 200.

I'll repeat that, because it bears repeating...

One unfrosted blueberry poptart: 210 calories.
One frosted blueberry poptart: 200 calories.

I double- and triple-checked to make sure my sleep deprivation wasn't playing tricks on me. I made sure they were both the same brand. Yep, Kellogg's.

SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME HOW A FROSTED VARIETY OF ANY PRODUCT CAN HAVE TEN LESS CALORIES THAN ITS UNFROSTED COUNTERPART!!!

That's effing stupid. I no longer have ANY faith in the FDA and think counting calories is stupid because they apparently just MAKE THE DAMN NUMBERS UP!

That is all.

Ladies and Gentlemen: TheChive...

Every now and then I come across a website that fills my day with glee...

Failblog;

Playlist;

Fark;

And now, TheChive.

TheChive is a magical photoblog-ish site. There are some of the most random, funny, and otherwise amusing pictures there. As such...

and...(I do this too...)

and (my favorite ever)...

I enjoy sites like this because it gives me something to do while on grave shifts at work. I don't have to think about it. I don't have to remember it later. And that's lovely. Because I can barely remember where I live after a grave shift.

Especially a double...

That is all.

Happy as a Fanboy...

This guy:reads my blog.

Who's that, you ask? That, my friends, is Mike TV. Guitarist and lead vocalist for Get Set Go. You know that band I'm always raving about; whose lead guitarist and viola player I kidnapped to play Guitar Hero with; that I stalked to Reno on a whim; that came to Logan and played in my little apartment for free...

Well, he left me some comments. I got all giddy.

I don't know how much he actually reads it. He was just giving me his email address so he could get mine. He owes me a free album.

I'm all happy and junk.

That is all.

Ach, du lieber!

For those of you who don't know, I want to be an interpreter. This is a fairly recent development, although I started studying German 10 years ago. With 3 1/2 years of high school German and 2 semesters of college level German under my belt, I've decided it's time to take this whole language thing more seriously.

So today (on a whim) I took the German placement test up on campus. I scored 519. That's out of 550. So, yes. That's good. Good enough to let me buy out of taking GERM 2010 this semester with an A on my transcript. Good enough to let me buy out of GERM 2020 next semester with a B on my transcript.

I've been giving some thought to this. If I take the buy-out, I can take an extra gen-ed credit this semester. Or, another upper level German class (I'm already enrolled in GERM 4900...it's a German film class...rad) to work toward my (almost) major.

--OR--

I can stay in 2010, get the refreshment I feel I kinda need, and guarantee that goodness on my GPA. See, my GPA needs to be brought up .38 points so I can declare a major.

On a side note: I really hope I can build a linguistics major...my professor said I might be able to...that would be rad. See, I don't want to be a German interpreter. I want to be versatile. My goal is to be fluent in 5 foreign languages.

Here's hopin'...

That is all.

Not today...

Sorry, kids. I didn't get a Monday Mix-Up scheduled for today. I'll try and have one done for next week. :(

That is all.

Monday Mix-Up #8

I'm still soaking up the sun and rolling in the dirt here in Boise, but that doesn't mean I'm going to deprive you of This Goodness!

Song: Tom Sawyer (Rush, Moving Pictures, 1981)
Covering Band: Mindless Self Indulgence



The first time I listened to this version on the album You'll Rebel to Anything I thought, Hey, I've heard these notes before. Then the middle of the song happened and I realized what it was. YAY!

That is all.

Monday Mix-Up #7

What's this? A Monday Mix-Up from beyond the grave?

Ok, so I'm not dead, but I am currently at Annual Training for the Army. So let's give an extra special thanks to that whole Schedule feature. And an extra EXTRA special 'Huzzah!' for me for thinking ahead and getting these scheduled so you poor folks don't have to go without them for three whole weeks. I know, it would be crushing...

On to the song! As promised, this week I'm showcasing the work of Warren Fitzgerald. He's the guitarist for this wonderful covering band and the guy lip-syncing in the video.

Song: Don't Stop Me Now (Queen, Jazz, 1978)
Covering Band: The Vandals



Rad? Yes. Spiritual? Almost. The best song ever? Probably not, but awesome nonetheless.

That is all.

Monday Mix-Up #6

Welcome back to Monday Mix-Up.

This week is special. Why? Because you get to watch THIS!

Song: I Am The Walrus (The Beatles, Hello, Goodbye, 1967)
Covering Band: Oingo Boingo



I don't get this song. But it's Oingo Boingo singing...so that's ok.

*BONUS GOODNESS: That punky little guy attempting the splits at 1:19 is none other than Warren Fitzgerald. Guitarist for The Vandals and producer extraordinaire! Maybe I'll have to find some of his work for next week...

That is all.

Scam'd...

Once upon a time, there was a loving husband who wanted to buy his lovely wife flowers for Valentine's day.

While contemplating where to get flowers, he saw a commercial on the tele-tube for proflowers.com and a promotion they were running.

Cool, he thought. I can get a good deal on flowers for Wifey.

So he went on the inter-webs and ordered the flowers (which ended up not being the greatest, but ok) and paid for them with his magical plastic rectangle.

Six months later, he noticed a strange charge on his bank statement. $14.95 for Easy Saver...

Strange, he thought. So Wifey did a search for easy saver and found this.

They checked their bank statement back through February and - what do you know - these charges had been coming out since the loving husband purchased the mediocre flowers.

The screwed-over couple called the number from the complaint site and, after a quick rant at the guy on the other end, were promised reimbursement in 7-10 days.

Moral of the story: Don't buy flowers from proflowers.com! It'll sign you up for a scam, wherein you give them fifteen bucks a month and get zilch for it. It's apparently how they afford to sell the flowers that cheap or something.

That is all.

Monday Mix-Up #5

Screw intros, we've got TWO videos today...lets get to it!

Song: Umbrella (Rihanna, Good Girl Gone Bad: Reloaded, 2008)
Covering Band: Vanilla Sky



When I found this video (6/10), I really REALLY wanted to put it up immediately as a 'Wednesday WTF?'.

But I restrained myself. I'm quite proud.

No, I'm not a great fan of this song originally, but I think it's great covered. See also: All Time Low.

That is all.

Monday Mix-Up #4

Hello, again. Welcome back.

So, last week I posted a video of Korn covering Radiohead. I feel I should make it up to you by giving you this.

Song: Karma Police (Radiohead, OK Computer, 1997)
Covering Band: Finch

Does Finch make up for Korn? I think so. I hope you agree.

That is all.

Cease and Desist

I don't like this expression. It ranks up there with 'Meteoric Rise'.

Let's break it down, shall we?

According to Dictionary dot com:

Cease: to stop; discontinue

And: along or together with; as well as; in addition to; besides; also; moreover

Desist: to cease, as from some action or proceeding; stop

So, let me get this straight. Essentially, if you are ordered to 'Cease and desist', you are to 'stop and stop'.

Come on, everybody. Really? This doesn't make you sound authoritative. It makes you sound like an officious prick.

That is all.

Monday Mix-Up #3

Well how about that? You came back for more. As a token of my appreciation, I present to you, this.

Song: Creep (Radiohead, Pablo Honey, 1993)
Covering Band: Korn



I know. Some of you may be thinking, Really Norte...Korn? But I used to like 'em a little in high school (mostly because of my step-brother), and I think they do a pretty decent job on this song.

That is all.

Holy Magical Goodness!!!

I've found the Avenging Narwhal playset.

Along with this...

...and this...

and THIS...
That's right. That's a Bacon Scented Bacon Print Tuxedo.

Mcphee.com is a magical novelty store featuring Breakfast Floss, Stress Freud, and Corn Dog Air Freshener.

Go there now and get me my Avenging Narwhal!!!

That is all.

Oh, pretty pretty please?!?

Dear Santa/Anybody reading this,

Please get me this. Not necessarily for Christmas. Shoot, let's make up a holiday just so you have an excuse to get me one, k?


To whoever tracks this down and delivers it to me: I will give you a pan of brownies or other baked good of your choice.

That is all.

Monday Mix-Up #2

Last week, I put myself up to a fairly high standard of awesome. And while I can't necessarily guarantee that standard will be upheld, I'll certainly try.



So this week,I'm doing a long-time, personal favorite.

Song: Korobeiniki (Tetris Theme)
Covering Band: Ozma



Now, the interesting thing about this one is that the Tetris song itself is a cover. Originally, it was an old Russian folk song about a farmer going to market.

Want to keep learning? Go here.

The More You Know...

That is all.

This is a test.

This is only a test.

Had this been an actual blog, you'd have already been smirking at my wit.

We now return to your regularly scheduled interwebs.

That is all.

Monday Mix-Up #1

To start off Monday Mix-Up, I give you a quadruple dose of awesome. Ready, GO!

Song: Where Is My Mind (Pixies, Surfer Rosa, 1988)
Covering Band: Placebo (w/Frank Black)



That is all.

(EDIT: This is my 100th post! WOO!)

Copyright infringment? Perhaps an homage.

Since meeting him about 4.5 years ago, it's become apparent that thePatrick and I operate on a very similar wavelength.

We like most of the same bands.

We complain about the same crap.

And his 'jugga's sound sweet with my 'meedley's. (I promise that's not as dirty as it sounds)

Want one more? Check out his vs. my Veteran's Day blog...

Anyway, the point of this isn't to get all sappy and junk. It's to say that he has started a weekly post cleverly titled Music Video Friday, and that I was planning to as well...right before I saw that he did. Except that I hadn't had my day of the week picked yet. So he wins this round.

But am I going to not do what I had planned? Fark that. I'm still gonna do it. But with a bit of a twist. See, I'm rather giddy and otherwise schoolgirl-esque when it comes to covers. So to counter, I'm announcing the arrival of Monday Mix-up.

So there it is. I've got a good'un for Monday. (Actually, I was so excited for it I already put it up on Facebook...whoops.)

That is all.

Letters...

Dear Swine Flu,

You've had your fun. Now it's time to go. You tried your best to thin our population. You really did. Unfortunately, you were hyped more than was necessary and although you ARE finished, people are still worried about you. Shame on you. Hang up your cape and cowl. Let the residual fear die.

I write this because I just got sent home from work. Because I'm sick.

Let me clarify. Because I have a sore throat and congested headache. And my boss (not so much his fault - company policy) had me call someone in on their day off. (sorry Brandon).

I'll repeat: I have a sore throat and a headache due to sinus congestion. I've gone to work (and worked my entire shift) while a stone's throw from death. And I'm not talking about talking about a stone thrown by an Olympic shot-put champion. I'm talking about one tossed carelessly by Yours Truly.

So please, Swine flu, just go away. Let us get ready for the next faux-pocalypse.

That is all.

Norte

***

Dear People Who Rant/Complain About MTV,

Shut up.

Yes, I don't like it either. But it's time to accept it.

You've denied it.

You've been angry about it. (and then complained about it)

You've thought you could change it, somehow. (by complaining about it, apparently)

You've been sad about it. (probably because no one listened to your whining)

But you haven't moved on from there. You seem to have regressed back to anger. And stayed there. For ten years.

Let them do what they want. Don't watch.

But please shut up.

That is all.

Norte

***

Dear Members of Tokio Hotel,

What in Zeus' balls are you?

That is all.

Norte

***

Dear Smart/Clever/Not-Completely-Stupid People.

Keep on keepin' on.

That is all.

Norte

***

Dear Guy-Who-Likes-Twilight

I hereby confiscate your junk. Report to your nearest butcher for the procedure. Go read some Michael Crichton or something...

Or if you really need a good vampire fix, Anne Rice will leave you smiling and satisfied.

Ladies, you may continue to enjoy these books if you ABSOLUTELY MUST. But if you search your souls, you may find that you're already ready to move on.

That is all.

Norte

***

Ok. I'm done for now. If I've offended anyone, bite me.

That is all.

Light Up Ya Lighter

So, while ago I posted Letter From Iraq by The Bouncing Souls. This song I also like. The first time I heard it I thought, Really man? Reggae? But then I actually caught a bit of the lyrics and told my roommate to start it over again. I listened to it very carefully and loved it.

...I try and sing it sometimes...but I'm just a few shades past lily, so it doesn't work out so well...

(again, below the player I've included the lyrics...)

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It never makes no sense
It never makes no sense
Fire fire fire
Light up ya lighter
Fire fire fire
Armageddon is a deadly day
Armageddon is a deadly way
They're coming for you every day
While senators on a holiday
The Army recruiters in the parking lot
Hustling the kids there juggling pot
Listen young man listen to my plan
Gonna make you money gonna make you a man
Bomb Bomb
Here's what you get
An M-16 and a kevlar vest
You might come home with one less leg
But this thing'll surely keep a bullet out'ya chest
So come on come on sign up come on
This one's nothing like Viet Nam
Except for the bullets except for the bombs
Except for the youth that's gone

So we keepin' on
Til you're comin' home
Higher and higher
Fire fire fire
Light up ya lighter
Fire fire fire

Tell me President tell me if you will
How many people does a smart-bomb kill
How many of 'em do you think we got
The General says we never miss a shot
And we never ever ever keep a body count
We killin' so efficiently we cant keep count
In the Afghan hills the rebels still fightin'
Opium fields keep on providin'
The best heroin that money can buy and
Nobody knows where Osama been hidin'
The press conferences keep on lyin'
Like we don't know

So we keepin' on
Til you're comin' home
Higher and higher
Fire fire fire
Light up ya lighter
Fire fire fire

So mister engine engine number nine
Machine guns on a New York transit line
The war for oil is a war for the beast
The war on terror is a war on peace
Tellin' you they're gonna protect you
And tellin' you that they support the troops
Don't let 'em fool ya with their milk and honey
No they only want your money
One step forward and two steps back
One step forward and two steps back
Why the veterans get no respect
PTSD and a broken back
Take a look at where your money's gone
Take a look at what they spend it on
No excuses no illusions
Light up ya lighter bring 'em home

So we keepin' on
Til you're comin' home
Higher and higher
Fire fire fire
Light up ya lighter
Fire fire fire

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Now, I'm by no means a hippie, leftist, liberal...whatever. But I'm sure as frick not the other side either. Just sayin'. I'm pretty middle of the road.

And I like this song. A lot.

That is all.

Very deadly.

More terrifying than a shark...

More ominous than a volcano...

It's the...

SHARKANO!!!
Y'all best be runnin...

That is all.

Our rad-tastic trip

The Bahamas are spiffy. The tour guide at Fort Fincastle is rad. I've given some of you my impression of him. Want proof I wasn't exaggerating? Click HERE.

Pics are on my Facebook. They tell the story pretty well.

What's that? I'm supposed to tell you about it? Oh, ok.

We took off from Salt Lake at 7:00 Sunday morning. That flight was fine - nothing out of the ordinary. Then we caught a flight in Atlanta...after a three-hour wait. Fun. That flight was delayed a little bit. Because there was a rubber seal missing from a wheel-well. Yup. We couldn't fly because of lack of a bit of rubber. All was well though.

We landed in Miami and called for a shuttle to the hotel. Then proceeded to board the wrong one. We tried to check in at the WRONG Hilton and had to get a shuttle to the right one. We finally got checked in about 9:30. We got overpriced room service and went to sleep.

We caught a shuttle the next day at noon to the seaport. Check-in and boarding were actually quite a bit easier than I first expected. Cool beans! We were on the boat by 12:45. Our rooms wouldn't be ready until 2, so we walked around and familiarized ourselves with the ship. Correction: I familiarized myself with the ship. By the end of the week, Catherine still had trouble remembering which end was the front unless we were on the top. :) LOVE YA HONEY!!!

That night we didn't do much. We went to a "Welcome Aboard" show and learned a little more about what the cruise entailed. Then we went hot-tubbing for a little while.

On Tuesday we docked at Freeport. Catherine and I had wanted to go to the national park. Unfortunately, it was raining and we decided it wouldn't be much fun that way. So we shopped around the straw market and got some souvenirs. We still had fun. Catherine loved that the lady selling pearl necklaces called her 'beautiful'. And she sure is! We came back to the boat and had a little nap. We went to dinner and when we got back to our room there was a towel bunny with mint eyes waiting for us on our bed! We named him Harvey. We also saw a show where some ninny-folk danced around and sang broadway songs. Catherine loved it. My reaction was more of the "Uhh..." variety. On our way back to the room we decided to race. Catherine took the stairs and I took the elevator. I had to stop on an extra floor so she won by a lot. I was still hungry, so we got room service and fell asleep.

Wednesday was really cool. We docked in Nassau and walked around the shopping district for a bit. We got some tasty rum cakes from the Tortuga Rum shop. And some nail polish for my sister at Del Sol. Everything in that store changes color in the sun. and I'm mot talking red to pink. I mean drastic, vibrant change. her nail polish goes from a minty green to a deep burgundy. Neat-o. Later we took a tour of the city (where the above-linked tour guide came into play) and went to the Ardastra Zoo. they had free-range flamingos just walking around. They later performed a show displaying their marching skills. That was WAY cool. And funny. We went to dinner that night at a nice Italian place onboard and dressed up really nice. Then we went to a comedy/magic show and watched the Newlywed/Not so Newlywed show. We tried to get picked for that one, but didn't win the raffle. :( It was still lots of fun though. We got room service again.

Thursday was kinda sad. Because of thunderstorms, we couldn't land at Great Stirrup Cay, the cruise line's private island. I had been looking forward to this most of all because I really wanted to go snorkeling and play hide and seek with the fishes... Catherine also got a horrible kink in her neck, so she decided to get a massage. Well, I couldn't feel left out, so I got one too. It was amazazing. Deep-tissue style. Ohh..... We bought a few more souvenirs and gifts at the shop on board and went to dinner. There, I tried escargot for the first time. It was fantastic. After dinner I was still peckish, so I went to the buffet and got four desserts. Mmm. Also, over the course of the cruise, I started getting little welt-like sores down my side. By Thursday, they were all over. And big. And painful. I decided I have Swine-Pox.

Friday we came home. That was an adventure... We had the choice to fly through Atlanta again or through Chicago which would get us home two hours earlier. We opted for Chicago. Ugh. Our flight from Miami was delayed to the point where we would have missed our flight in Chicago. So we caught a last minute flight through Dallas. First, that flight was delayed twenty minutes. Then, once we had boarded, we were informed that someone had forgotten to refuel the plane... Then there were two flights on the runway in front of us. We ended up taking off just over an hour after we were supposed to. Oh well. We had a long wait in Dallas for our next flight, anyway.

On the flight from Dallas to Salt Lake, Catherine and I were seated in the emergency exit row. Ok, cool. We got extra foot room. Oh, wait...the old lady in front of us decided that having a heart attack or stroke or something mid-flight would be a good idea. (note: I harbor NO ill will toward her for what happened and sincerely hope she is ok, despite what subsequently happened and how I describe it. thank you.) Luckily, there were 2 doctors and a nurse on the flight. They had her lie down in our lovely footspace and the flight attendants had us move to the back, BACK of the plane and we sat on the fold out jump seats. Rattley. Noisy. Dim. Fun! They had to have us move back to actual seats for the landing. The only seats we could use were the ones the old lady and her son were in. So we had to gingerly step over her...while in our final descent...amid sweet turbulence...avoiding kicing her head...or multiple IV tubes. YAY! once we landed we had to wait until the paramedics came on to take her off before we could leave.

Now, to add stress to the whole flight scenario, In Miamiwe had already checked our luggage to go through Chicago. So we were expecting to have to go to the baggage office in Salt Lake and file a claim to get it. But all was well! When we went to do that, THERE WAS OUR BAG! Alone in the office. So we showed our claim check and practically skipped out of there. Hey my rum cakes were in there. I didn't want to lose those!

Now we're home. It's lovely. The vacation was lovely. Would I do it again? YES. Will I soon? Nope. Too poor. But we have fond memories and love telling the stories. I made sure to leave some stuff out so I CAN tell stories without boring you with what you've already read here! :)

That is all.

Letter From Iraq

I listened to this song today. Then I listened a few more times. I got this cd (The Gold Record) by The Bouncing Souls a few years ago. The story behind this song apparently, is the band got a letter from a Sergeant in Iraq and liked it so much they put it to music, almost word-for-word. I likes it.

Below the player, I've included the lyrics.

Hot Sunni sun

Passes moaning mosque spire
B-company's pinned down
Under heavy fire
Underneath the palms
There's improvised bombs
Because Jihad-Johnny knows
Yankee is a liar

An eye for an eye
And blood for Texas Tea
At the call to prayer
Al Qaida's on his knees
Isaac versus Ishmael
Allah versus Christ
Zarqawi's on the offense
Picking up the beat

There's celebratory fire
And a purple-thumb vote
Tom Cruise is on a sortie
From a gulf love boat
Smart bombs are coming
See the children running
The dead they are all laughing
But we don't get the joke

An eye for an eye
And blood for Texas tea
At the call to prayer
Al Qaida's on his knees
Isaac versus Ishmael
Allah versus Christ
Zarqawi's on the offense
Picking up the beat

They lost another friend today
It's getting rough over there
They say the whole thing's fucked
I wish the boys were back
At least I know they're still alive
Another letter from Iraq

Presents full of Christmas loot
All that's left of Bullet-Billy
Is a pair of bloody boots
His mom is on the phone
His girl is all alone
We all stand in the rain
For a twenty-one gun salute

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Yep, pretty much.

That is all.

*Sigh*

I read awesome things.

surviving myself

zoomdoggle

my first dictionary

wordy ninja

random ramblings

Et cetera.

I'd like to write this awesomely. But here's the catch. I mostly write these things when I'm on grave shifts. Therefore, you get what I think about on grave shifts.

It sucks because I'll have a really rad idea but forget to write it down. Then spend an hour or so trying to remember what that idea was. Then end up writing this silliness.

On a completely unrelated note, I would really like to see this movie...


Oh, hey...remember that wordy ninja blog I linked up there? No? Well then scroll up a bit and remind yourself.

I'll wait...

Anyhoo, his most recent post (as of this posting) was a thing about his thoughts and having insomnia and I thought, hey, I do blogs like this sometimes...

You know the ones...they have breaks in them like this...

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And then I start on a new thought. Or sometimes I refer back to a previous thought. I figured it was time for another one of those.

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3:00am - So, our cruise is next week. HAPPY! The pirate museum tour got kicked off our itinerary. BOO! Oh well. I think trying to get the pirate museum and the zoo both in one day might be a bit much. And we've only got from 9-4. And I can spend a butt-load of time at a zoo. I loves 'em. So that's ok.

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3:04am - The word 'burrito' just popped into my head. Wow.

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So, I was just browsing the Fark Video Page and, for some reason, remembered this goodness...


He always makes me smile.

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3:15am - I didn't put a time on my last post. Fail. Oh well. Sometime between 3:04 and 3:15am, apparently...

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3:30am - Holy frick! Just found this little gem...

It's an interactive, stop-motion, break-dancing game with Batman and Joker. Rad. -tastic.


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3:37am - Oh, hey. I just remembered this... I did it earlier tonight and it's kinda freaky...

Want to be too scared to eat Doritos again? hotel626.com (better if you have a webcam/mic)

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4:25am - Ok...I've just watched quite a few nifty vids. But don't feel like posting them. Too much effort to click that little link thing or copy the embed code. So I'll just tell you to look up 100 greatest movie lines in 200 seconds and William Shatner singing to George Lucas.

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4:40am - Um...ok. So, some of you know I have this weird fascination with Charles Manson. (don't mistake fascination for admiration. I just find him very intriguing...)

thePatrick told me about this a little while back and I finally got around to watching it. It's simultaneously one of the funniest, most frightening things I've ever seen...

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

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4:54am - Alright. One more video. It's from Animaniacs. Funny, but how in the world did it actually make it to the air?


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And with that, I think I'll leave you for the night.

That is all.

Why aren't you terrified?!?

What's that? Because you have common sense and don't get caught up in media fear-mongering? Oh, I see...

(edit) Two Americans have died of Swine Flu*.

Bird Flu killed 70-something in 2005, worldwide*.

The post-9/11 Anthrax 'attack' killed 6*.

This made me laugh...

So I pretty much think this is silliness. Or rather, I did...until I saw...THIS!!!

ZOMBIES!!!! AAAAAHHH!

That is all.

*These numbers based on the most recent counts I could find...they may be off. Sue me.

1:13

http://www.bunkbeds.net/velociraptor/

When you think about it, that's a LONG FREAKIN' TIME!

That is all.

Our New Addition

Hi kids.

Meet Charlotte.
Oh...she's so precious.

So here's the story.

I was longboarding home from class on Wednesday, when I saw a little Fox Terrier running down 600 East. I noticed he had a leash so I followed him to see if he had an owner I could take him to. His tag said he was from Tremonton (!) so I called the animal shelter and took him over there with Catherine. Apparently, his previous owner gave him away to someone in who lived close to where I found him. But that someone's family didn't know what the shelter was talking about when they called her. Meanwhile, Catherine and I had gotten fairly attached to him...and how could you not?




So we told the shelter that we would take him if his new owners fell through. Well, we thought we would check up on him this afternoon. The shelter said he was picked up almost immediately after we left him. By this point, we had gottern pretty set on getting a dog, so we had a look around and fell in love with Charlotte. A 2-year-old Lab mix. And just as pretty as can be.

So now wifey is hap-Hap-HAPPY. And that makes me happy.

That is all.

April Foozizzle's!

No babies for me. Not yet, anyway. Maybe next year.

Haha.

That is all.

Mini-Me

So...

In about 34 weeks or so, my world is going to flip.

And we're going to have to find a bigger house.

Sucker better not look like an alien...

That is all.

Where The Wild Things Are

Everyone knows this story, right?If not, I would seriously see what you could do about getting your childhood back, because you've been ROBBED! It is arguably one of the GREATEST children's books ever written.

Well now, ladies and gents, I get to be excited for something. Granted, I get excited fairly easily (as many of you know). But I don't usually get this excited for movies.

Let me reiterate.

I.
Love.
This.
Book.

And now I'm being presented with this awesomeness:

See more funny videos and Entertainment Videos at Today's Big Thing.

Right?

October 16.

Mark your calendars.

And go wild.

That is all.

I win.

I convinced Catherine to make a 'couple's blog' for us. She's still getting used to it :)

You may read it here.

Revamped.

No, not the crappy B vampire movie. Yes, I've seen it. No, you shouldn't.

I'm talking about the blog. But of course, you've noticed by now (unless you're hip and reading this on a feed. Or having it dictated to you...). I almost reverted back to my good old standby, black. But I've decided to go with something different. I mean, yeah my last layout was white, too, but I mean different from my normal affinity for dark.

I'm trying to keep it cheery, y'know?

Anyhoo, that's it. I had more planned but I have to go read something. More tomorrow, promise.

I will, however, leave you with a gift, thanks to Chontel.

That is all.

Ready to hate me?

If so, click here.

I love you all!

That is all.

That's what I said.

Y'know what? I'm currently on a grave shift. And I've decided it's time for some blogging.

I mean some nitty gritty, soul-searching, thought-provoking, gut-wrenching, unicorn-breeding, dragon-slaying, partridge-in-a-pear-tree-giving, coke-snorting, money-to-a-hobo-giving blogging.

I'm not sure what I was trying to do there...stuff just kept coming out.

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My little sister Sica got married on Saturday. Her husband is rad. And TALL. I noticed while standing in line at the reception that my sisters and I are inversely as tall as our spouses. I'm the tallest of the three of us (and I'm only 5'3") and have the shortest spouse (5'7"). Sica is tiny (4'10", I think) and her husband Jim is the tallest (6'a billion"). Liz and Tomas are somewhere in the middle... I just thought it was funny.

On the short/wedding topic: I almost started to cry during the ceremony. I mean, my babiest of sisters was getting married. I still see her as my baby sister. It's weird to think she's married. Anyway, as I was just about to cry, I looked over and saw my mom sitting in her chair and noticed something awesome. Her feet were dangling about 2 inches off the floor! I had to stifle a laugh. As I walked out afterward, I gave my mom a hug and said, "You have short legs."

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(I'm eating lemon heads...and they're amazing.)

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About a year after getting home from Iraq, thePatrick and I finally got the chance to record some songs and put them up on myspace for our friends to check out. Well, two years later (a couple weeks ago) I got a message from a production company saying they'd like to put one of our songs on a compilation. I was ecstatic. The only issue was the $165 fee. Luckily, I was able to coerce some friends into helping me out with donations and have raised $108 so far! My stepdad has offered to pay whatever difference remains if I don't have it all raised by the 13th. He wins.

Hopefully, this will be the start of my meteoric rise (haha) to stardom. Eventually, I hope to be to the point where I can demand that U2 open for me.

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I'm growing more and more fond of The Faint lately. I mean I freaking love them. A while back I posted about longboarding around campus with them cuddling with my eardrums. I've since come the the desicion that they are my favorite band to longboard to. I found it particularly amusing last semester when I bif'd it coming down the hill a wee bit too fast while listening to their song 'Take Me To The Hospital'. I'm pretty sure 'The Conductor' is my favorite by them.

Their bass-lines are really fun to play, too.

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I've been thinking about my major lately. Or rather, actually declaring one. I really want to do music composition. I know I've got it in me, I just need to learn the freaking fundamentals. For example, I can't read music. I play and learn by ear. I can read guitar tabs, but that's really about it. It has come to my attention that many beginning music classes expect students to already be able to read music. So guess what I get to work on this summer?

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I've still got Mike TV's phone number in my phone. That's freaking awesome to me. If I use it, would that make me a creepy fan-boy? Hmm...

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Last fall I randomly stumbled upon some guy's blog. Since discovering it (in September, perhaps?) I have read every daily post he's put up. I find it quite amusing. And interesting that I find the anecdotes of a complete stranger so amusing.

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I failed my New Year's resolution, horribly. I was going to practice writing songs. I was going to write one a week, no matter how goofy or dumb I thought it was. I got one done. And I don't even remember it.

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I said last week sometime that I was going to go private. And that Sunday was when it was going to happen. I changed my mind...for now. Those of you whose e-mails I have don't need to worry about giving them to me again should I decide to do it. Mostly the reason I'm not is because I'm really calm lately and don't so much feel like ranting.

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And with that, I'm really tired. So I'm going to stop being clever and close this thing out for tonight.

Later.

That is all.

I don't get it...

Help me out here...


How does the phrase 'meteoric rise' make any sense?




That meteor ain't rising out of the ocean there. It's crashing. Hard.

So if anything should be described as 'meteoric', might I suggest a failure?!?

EXAMPLES

blah blah...Obama's meteoric rise to become president...blah blah

--->MAKES NO SENSE

blah blah...the meteoric failure of Gigli...blah blah

--->Oh, I see. Because it was a terrible movie, and stuff...

That is all.

I never really wanted to, but...

...I think I'm going to be going private. Everyone listed on my sidebar, you're in; I just need most of y'all's e-mails. Anyone else interested, throw me a comment.

I just know some people who read my blog, and I really don't mind that they do...I'd just prefer to say some things on here that I don't need to be read by everyone. This is my venting space. I can't rightly do that if I know whoever I'm ranting about is going to read it the next week.

That's not to say I'm burying it. This just isn't the proper way to convey frustrations to the frustrator. I mean really, that's like breaking up over myspace, and I left high school 6 years ago.

So yeah...sidebar peeps, leave me your e-mails. Peeps who read this that I don't know about, shoot me a comment.

I'm thinking this'll take effect...hmm...Sunday night (march 8).

That is all.

Bombs are cool.

So, have you ever wondered just how large an area would be affected if a nuke went off in your front yard?

No?

So just me then...

Well, now I'm sure you are, so here's you're answer.



You can see the area of effect of various bombs anywhere you want. Be it a friend's house, your gramma's place...or hey, even Mt. Everest.

Play around with it. It's fun.

(Oh, and every time you reload the window, the map randomly generates to a new place. Sweet.)

That is all.

Cue up them Beach Boys!!!

What do you get when you take one part tax return, two parts married couple who didn't get a honeymoon, and a burning desire for it not to be winter anymore?

This.

With a side of this.

After being married 3 months now (6 by the time we actually go) Catherine and I are finally getting our honeymoon. May 18 we are flying out to Miami and getting on a boat for 4 days in the Bahamas!

And yes, the ship pictured above is the one we will be on...

There's a zoo...

A sweet cave tour...

And a FREAKIN' PIRATE MUSEUM!!!

We're stopping at Grand Bahama Island, Nassau, and Great Stirrup Cay.

We ended up not getting the balcony room we originally wanted...my wife is practical like that. But we've still got an oceanview room, so we're not down in the bowels of the ship.

Happy times shall ensue.

That is all.

PSA

Just so everyone knows, this stuff...

...is pretty much amazing.

Chemists of the world, THANK YOU!

And that's all I'm going to say about that.

Though, whilst searching for that image up there, I stumbled upon this. My wife laughed.

That is all.

Social Distortion

Yeah, they're old. But dang'd if I don't love 'em.

I was in a mood to listen to Ball And Chain today and kept listening to them. They're just the right level of depressing for me right now.

EXAMPLES

"Times are hard, getting harder. I'm born to lose and destined to fail."

"Life goes by so fast. You only want to do what you think is right. You close your eyes and it's passed..."

"But the day may come when you've got something to lose. And just when you think you're done paying dues, you say to yourself Dear God, what have I done, and hope it's not too late, 'cause tomorrow may never come..."

I'm broke. I'm stressed. I can't take time off work because I let my hours slack last quarter, so now I have to get at least 32 hours per week. With school Mon-Fri and work Thurs-Sun, I never have a day off.

I don't have time to decompress before going to bed after work, because I have to be up the next morning. And I can't sleep between class and work because that's the only time I can spend time with my wife.

I know, I know...everyone goes through these tough bits. And you can get through them. I just needed to vent and I haven't been on here in a while.

I need a good outlet. Playing loudly is a good one, but I can only really do that once a week. Stupid work...

That is all...I suppose.

hello?

why don't I feel like blogging?

Thoughts...

I'm just over 10 hours into a 12 hour shift. I finished a 2-liter of Mountain Dew in about 7 hours. That works out to just over 300mg of caffeine. I'm twitching.

thePatrick showed me a site today. Parry Gripp Song Of The Week. He posts 2 songs per week (some are remixes of each other). They're awesome. Highlights include Theme From Bunny Robot, Theme From A Wiener Dog Riding A Skateboard, and Up Butt Coconut. And I'm not even halfway through. Mr. Gripp (who also happens to be the singer for Nerf Herder) has been doing this since 1/1/08. I tip my hat to you, sir.

It's inspired my New Year's resolution. Ok, so Mike TV's advice helped a bit too... Write more songs. The goal is one a week. No matter how silly, lame, or absurd. I have a habit of starting songs and never finishing them. So I'm going to force myself to, rather than continually trying to improve them. Just say, ok, that one is done.

1 per week. Silliness. I'll even try and record some on my lappy probably.

Ok, so that's it.

Um...Caffeine is whoa. Or woah? I dunno...ask Keanu.

That is all.

Because I'm bored and you can't do anything about it...

...here's another lyric quiz for y'all.

You should remember the rules from last time. If not, check the archives.

Ready, go!

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1. Danny says that he got caught up in all the talk of how it used to be

2. Something that I felt today, something that I heard

3. Hey porter, hey porter, would you tell me the time?

4. In my silence I would love to forget, but restitution hasn't come quite yet

5. Hello, my name is Vern and I just moved out west. Why I left my hometown is anybody's guess

6. Holy cow I think I got one here, now just what am I supposed to do?

7. For today we will take their body parts and put them on the wall...

8. Your eyes shine bright like a Jesus nightlight

9. Fifteen, I'm strung out once again and kicked out

10. I've heard it all before, could hear it all a thousand times more

11. The call to arms was never true, time to imbibe here's to you

12. I'm missing your bed, I never sleep

13. At the end of that May the world seemed to shine

14. There are things you should know, the distance between us seems to grow

15. And we'll float to the end where the oceans do bends and we'll fly away

16. I would hire the A-Team and I'd crash the General Lee

17. All aboard hit the road all the bullshit can't be ignored

18. Hold on before you break me, give me one more chance

19. {spoiler lyrics here, so I'll skip to the second line} Pretentious attention, dismissive apprehension

20. Black and white are all I see in my infancy

21. I'm always thinking of you, you're never thinking of me

22. Pictures of you, oh they're still on my mind

23. Well clowns are neat oh clowns are fun clowns are loved by everyone

24. Won't make the bed up straight, I always stay out late

25. I was never cool in school, I'm sure you don't remember me

Yet another blog stolen from thePatrick.

So, I liked thePatrick's condensement of 2008. So I'm going to do the same thing.

January: Hey, she's pretty cute...

February: First actual birthday in recent memory, 10 lbs of Sour Patch Kids, got the girl. (strange that the shortest month was also the fullest)

March: Thanks for the amp, Alan!

April: BenFoldsBenFoldsBenFoldsBenFoldsBenFolds!!!

May: So that's the ring you want, huh?

June: She said yes!

July: Ephing fireworks...

August: Yakima is a hole.

September: Wow, I get more for eduacation benefits than I thought...sorry, thePatrick...

October: All my Church-ness fully reinstated.

November: Wedd'd.

December: Aww...first Christmas together :)

So that's pretty much it. 2008 basically revolved around Catherine. Here's to 2009 being just as rad!

That is all.