So I actually did something yesterday. I went to a lacrosse game with my buddy Katie and Alexa. It was fun, I guess. I had no interest in the two teams playing, so that helps to dampen the excitement. I basically went because Katie coaches the South Lyon middle school lacrosse team and they were at the South Lyon high school playoff game and he asked me to go.
After that we all went to Sidetrack in Depot Town to see an old friend from Circuit City who now lives in Minna-snow-ta. That was definitely cool. I hadn't seen her since a wedding in September. I also saw a few more friends from the Circuit City days. That made the night even better. No crazy stories to relate from these excursions (aside from more proof that Katie might be gay...but I can't be sure).
Never drink Frog Island beer. It's horrible. Maybe it's made with water from the Huron River. Which is probably unsafe due to the high E. Coli content found throughout the watershed area. Which is the main reason Ann Arbor residents have to boil their water more often than other residents of SE Michigan. The ever-special Ann Arborites get their water from the Huron River while the rest of us get it from the Detroit River. (Don't get me wrong. The Detroit River probably isn't much better.) The main difference between the two rivers is the number of dams. These dams back up the water flow along the river, causing standing pools of water that breed E. Coli. It's disturbing. I also would not eat fish caught from the river. Swimming through that stuff can't make the fish a very healthy meal.
I love the Huron River. But don't make me drink its water.
Grilling is a treat. Don't do it in the winter. Asshole.
I found I might be going camping for the 4th of July. I'm excited. I've never been camping and I get to see some great friends I haven't seen for some time.
I'm currently reading a book by former Sports Illustrated columnist Rick Reilly. It's called Hate Mail From Cheerleaders. It's a great book. It's just a collection of 100 of his favorite columns. After reading one called "Nothing but Nets" I decided to donate some money to a cause. This is extremely unlike me. (Please read the article. It's only about 800 words.) See, I usually feel slightly motivated to do something to help someone else but I never follow through. This time I did and I feel pretty good about it. Sometimes helping someone is worth it.
NEW (as of May 27): I'm an idiot. Now the "Nothing but Nets" link actually works. Sorry
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Coca-Cola is a teeth eroder
On Tuesday I went to see the Sword at the Magic Stick in Detroit. IT WAS LOUD. Loudest thing I've ever heard. My ears were ringing two days after the concert. I was actually a little scared for the health of my ears after day one. Every other concert I've ever been to has left me with ringing, but it only lasts one day maximum. This concert, however, left me partially deaf for a day and with ringing in day two. Even though it was loud, I really loved it.
My one gripe would be the poor sound quality. After listening to the two opening bands (both sucked) I figured out that every high note would take three years of hearing from me. The speakers also could not handle any high notes so it sounded horrible. That is the fault of the venue, not the bands. So I try not to complain too much.
It was awesome to see a band that is famous (in my eyes) so close for so cheap (only $12). If you're unfamiliar with the Sword but familiar with Guitar Hero II, they play "Freya." One of the guitar players even mingled with the crowd during the openers. It was pretty cool.
I helped a guy from Circuit City move yesterday. That was fun. I hadn't seen him for a couple of weeks and it was definitely nice to help him out. We got most of the heavy lifting done. He's moving in with another former Circuit City co-worker who is female, so I felt really helpful lifting the mattresses. If anyone who reads this is moving this summer, let me know. I would love to help.
I'm reading David Copperfield by Charles Dickens. It is a book I was supposed to finish for one of my classes last semester. I started and now I have to finish. It's torture. It seems like it will never end. So, on Thursday I decided I would start another book. I had borrowed Choke by Chuck Palahniuk from the library a few weeks ago, so that was the book I started around 11:30 a.m. I finished it around 2:30 a.m. Friday morning. I had never read a book in less than 24 hours before (unless it was a children's book). I felt quite accomplished after that. I'm now finishing up Matilda by Roald Dahl. I'm a reading machine.
Aside from that, life has been moving along. I definitely would not call it boring, but there hasn't been a whole lot of noteworthy going on. When I do something REALLY exciting, you'll all know.
One more video.
My one gripe would be the poor sound quality. After listening to the two opening bands (both sucked) I figured out that every high note would take three years of hearing from me. The speakers also could not handle any high notes so it sounded horrible. That is the fault of the venue, not the bands. So I try not to complain too much.
It was awesome to see a band that is famous (in my eyes) so close for so cheap (only $12). If you're unfamiliar with the Sword but familiar with Guitar Hero II, they play "Freya." One of the guitar players even mingled with the crowd during the openers. It was pretty cool.
I helped a guy from Circuit City move yesterday. That was fun. I hadn't seen him for a couple of weeks and it was definitely nice to help him out. We got most of the heavy lifting done. He's moving in with another former Circuit City co-worker who is female, so I felt really helpful lifting the mattresses. If anyone who reads this is moving this summer, let me know. I would love to help.
I'm reading David Copperfield by Charles Dickens. It is a book I was supposed to finish for one of my classes last semester. I started and now I have to finish. It's torture. It seems like it will never end. So, on Thursday I decided I would start another book. I had borrowed Choke by Chuck Palahniuk from the library a few weeks ago, so that was the book I started around 11:30 a.m. I finished it around 2:30 a.m. Friday morning. I had never read a book in less than 24 hours before (unless it was a children's book). I felt quite accomplished after that. I'm now finishing up Matilda by Roald Dahl. I'm a reading machine.
Aside from that, life has been moving along. I definitely would not call it boring, but there hasn't been a whole lot of noteworthy going on. When I do something REALLY exciting, you'll all know.
One more video.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
It is for you...but not for us...
Dear blog readers,
It has been awhile. I have done little. Still unemployed. Not looking for a job.
Why does everyone have to give me the craziest look when I say I don't have a job and that I will be married in a year? I know what's going on with my life and I know my money situation. I, unlike most post-college transients, have no debt. In fact, I came out in the black. I also live at home and I am doing my best to save the environment (not driving. Although that aspect of my life is not purely altruistic. It's hard to justify driving anywhere unless I absolutely have to with gas prices groping the underside of $4 a gallon.) I am okay. My wonderful fiancee is okay with me enjoying my summer. I wish people would not look at me like I'm an idiot. I'm not.
I now walk for an hour everyday without a destination in mind. Surprisingly, it brings back many memories. It is amazing how, in the five years it took me to finish my formal education beyond high school, I completely forgot about my neighborhood, the place I grew up. I hadn't been down some of these streets for at least 3 years. Absolutely amazing. Most things haven't changed. Some have (and not for the better, in most cases).
Candy Cane Park is a vast disappointment for me. I used to play Little League baseball there and some of my fondest memories reside on that dandelion-covered field. The disappointment is in the disrepair of the field. The city will not allow the kids and their families to clean up the field. The weekend before opening day was, traditionally, a day for the league to pick dandelions, fix the fences and rake the field among other things. Unfortunately for the kids playing on the field, the Union of Professional Park Lawn Mowers has caused a ruckus. They say the pre-opening day spring clean is taking their livelihood away. Yet, the field sits in constant disrepair. You can't complain about not having work if you're not going to do it anyway. Unions have outlived their usefulness in some aspects. That's my rant.
Back to walking the neighborhood. Today I walked down streets I walked everyday for 10 years. I essentially walked my the route I traversed to deliver papers. (Ironic that I will be the one writing in the paper after so diligently and professionally delivering for so many years.) It was a walk down memory lane. It brought back some sad memories, as well. Memories of my dad driving me along, yelling at me because I didn't wake up quick enough, betting that I couldn't reach the porch from a certain distance.
When I have kids, even though it's a pain for the parents too, I would like them to have a paper route. Or just a job that teaches them responsibility. Although I bitch about losing my childhood to the route, I see that it shaped my work ethic and helped me develop a sense of
money and saving habits. The downside, I now see, is that I am reluctant to travel; seeing it as a way to spend money while not making it. I feel uncomfortable thinking about being in debt, not having that safety valve of a bank account to back me up.
The Candy Cane Park trip (which was actually yesterday), recalled images of Little League; the games, th
e season-ending picnic (which every year only marked the end of the regular season for me because I was a perennial All-Star. No big deal.), the trophy ceremony. I miss being younger, but even more than that, I miss knowing my dad would always be there for me, whether I was being a little shit (which I often was) or if I was being a decent little/older brother (which was not so often).
Sorry for the trip down memory lane. If it bored you, I hope you stopped reading (which makes this message obsolete). Also, sorry for the lack of links. This isn't a particularly link-y post. Unless of course you hate the links, which in that case, you're welcome.
Note on the title: Title of an improv jam from an unknown (too lazy to get up and look) disc of King Crimson's 4-disc box set, The Great Deceiver. No one will get, no one is meant to.
It has been awhile. I have done little. Still unemployed. Not looking for a job.
Why does everyone have to give me the craziest look when I say I don't have a job and that I will be married in a year? I know what's going on with my life and I know my money situation. I, unlike most post-college transients, have no debt. In fact, I came out in the black. I also live at home and I am doing my best to save the environment (not driving. Although that aspect of my life is not purely altruistic. It's hard to justify driving anywhere unless I absolutely have to with gas prices groping the underside of $4 a gallon.) I am okay. My wonderful fiancee is okay with me enjoying my summer. I wish people would not look at me like I'm an idiot. I'm not.
I now walk for an hour everyday without a destination in mind. Surprisingly, it brings back many memories. It is amazing how, in the five years it took me to finish my formal education beyond high school, I completely forgot about my neighborhood, the place I grew up. I hadn't been down some of these streets for at least 3 years. Absolutely amazing. Most things haven't changed. Some have (and not for the better, in most cases).
Candy Cane Park is a vast disappointment for me. I used to play Little League baseball there and some of my fondest memories reside on that dandelion-covered field. The disappointment is in the disrepair of the field. The city will not allow the kids and their families to clean up the field. The weekend before opening day was, traditionally, a day for the league to pick dandelions, fix the fences and rake the field among other things. Unfortunately for the kids playing on the field, the Union of Professional Park Lawn Mowers has caused a ruckus. They say the pre-opening day spring clean is taking their livelihood away. Yet, the field sits in constant disrepair. You can't complain about not having work if you're not going to do it anyway. Unions have outlived their usefulness in some aspects. That's my rant.
Back to walking the neighborhood. Today I walked down streets I walked everyday for 10 years. I essentially walked my the route I traversed to deliver papers. (Ironic that I will be the one writing in the paper after so diligently and professionally delivering for so many years.) It was a walk down memory lane. It brought back some sad memories, as well. Memories of my dad driving me along, yelling at me because I didn't wake up quick enough, betting that I couldn't reach the porch from a certain distance.
When I have kids, even though it's a pain for the parents too, I would like them to have a paper route. Or just a job that teaches them responsibility. Although I bitch about losing my childhood to the route, I see that it shaped my work ethic and helped me develop a sense of
money and saving habits. The downside, I now see, is that I am reluctant to travel; seeing it as a way to spend money while not making it. I feel uncomfortable thinking about being in debt, not having that safety valve of a bank account to back me up.The Candy Cane Park trip (which was actually yesterday), recalled images of Little League; the games, th
e season-ending picnic (which every year only marked the end of the regular season for me because I was a perennial All-Star. No big deal.), the trophy ceremony. I miss being younger, but even more than that, I miss knowing my dad would always be there for me, whether I was being a little shit (which I often was) or if I was being a decent little/older brother (which was not so often).Sorry for the trip down memory lane. If it bored you, I hope you stopped reading (which makes this message obsolete). Also, sorry for the lack of links. This isn't a particularly link-y post. Unless of course you hate the links, which in that case, you're welcome.
Note on the title: Title of an improv jam from an unknown (too lazy to get up and look) disc of King Crimson's 4-disc box set, The Great Deceiver. No one will get, no one is meant to.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Everybody Poops!
Poop sculptures would be an amazing craft. Especially if said poop comes from a kitty from pretty kitty city. I, with the help of a fellow crafter, have determined a way to do this. There is this product that freezes poop and makes it easier for a pet walker to pick up excrement. Of course, frozen poop would be hard to mold so the poop must be fresh. While it is still malleable, the sculptor would mold it into the desired shape then freeze it. It would become hard and shippable, thus making for a perfect craft to be sent to family and friends. I’m sure poop could be crafted in many different shapes. For example: the Statue of Liberty, the Taj Mahal or even Boris Yeltsin. Poop crafting is an underappreciated art form. The supply is available at least once a day. Be a champion for change in the poop debate.
That was 150 words on poop sculpture.
I've been officially unemployed and graduated for almost one full week and it feels great. I've cleaned my room from top to bottom. It looks nicer. I finished a book. I've played a lot of Heroes of Might Magic 3. I plan on being slightly more productive for the rest of the summer, but we'll see. I need to lose 20 pounds in a year.
I just found out I like a song by Gomez. Which just means that I like even more of my sister's music. But I guess everyone listens to some good music now and then. Take Matt Costa for example. I liked him so much I even went to get his signature. I had a pretty good conversation with him, resulting in my offering him a drink. I never did buy him a drink. I'm sure he was pissed.
Death at a Funeral is a funny movie.
I was listening to Genesis today and remembered exactly why I like them so much. It's because of Peter Gabriel. I've listened to some of the stuff with Phil Collins as the lead man and I've found that he just isn't that good. I don't like Phil Collins. Peter Gabriel might be insane. Stand back!
I was not fired. There was just a lot of humduggery going on.
There really hasn't been a lot going on so far this summer. Some people just want me to blog. Apparrently I am that important. And, thank you for clamoring for more posts.
Sorry about doing two videos of the same song. The second has more PG insanity.
I was also going to post a link to a large poop, but after viewing many pictures of massive loads I decided against it.
WINTERIZE!
That was 150 words on poop sculpture.
I've been officially unemployed and graduated for almost one full week and it feels great. I've cleaned my room from top to bottom. It looks nicer. I finished a book. I've played a lot of Heroes of Might Magic 3. I plan on being slightly more productive for the rest of the summer, but we'll see. I need to lose 20 pounds in a year.
I just found out I like a song by Gomez. Which just means that I like even more of my sister's music. But I guess everyone listens to some good music now and then. Take Matt Costa for example. I liked him so much I even went to get his signature. I had a pretty good conversation with him, resulting in my offering him a drink. I never did buy him a drink. I'm sure he was pissed.
Death at a Funeral is a funny movie.
I was listening to Genesis today and remembered exactly why I like them so much. It's because of Peter Gabriel. I've listened to some of the stuff with Phil Collins as the lead man and I've found that he just isn't that good. I don't like Phil Collins. Peter Gabriel might be insane. Stand back!
I was not fired. There was just a lot of humduggery going on.
There really hasn't been a lot going on so far this summer. Some people just want me to blog. Apparrently I am that important. And, thank you for clamoring for more posts.
Sorry about doing two videos of the same song. The second has more PG insanity.
I was also going to post a link to a large poop, but after viewing many pictures of massive loads I decided against it.
WINTERIZE!
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