Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Last Saturday I worked out at the Spectrum. Afterwards I went to BJ's to have a late dinner with Matt and Jeni. As I walked in I was about to enter a hypoglycemic coma from my depleted blood sugar levels. After consuming a salad and a bowl fetucinni alfredo I was feeling quite better. Seriously people, the high you get from the endorphin release from exercising and the seratonin kick from a bowl of pasta is quite a good thing. Screw Atkins! A beer would have made this even better, but I was driving myself home. Let's here it for being responsible.
IMRDN: I've been eating a lot of fruit lately. Well, eating isn't quite the right word for it. I've been throwing a bunch of fruit in the blender for breakfast. It comes out to about 7 servings of fruit. I'm not one who really likes fruit enough or is patient enough to actually eat all this. Thus the blender. Sure, this will make me healthier, but the biggest improvement so far has been in the gas department. I have an incredible amount of stamina now. I was walking around the Valencia mall the other day and was poppin' one out like every thirty seconds. Quite fun. And that is a crazy mall. It has an Arby's! Freakin' awesome!
I thought I might have something actually interesting to say, but I'm really tired. I'ma off ta hit the hay. I guess the spirit of the lazy union worker has overtaken me on this glorious Caesar Chavez Day. Sleep... now!
IMRDN: I've been eating a lot of fruit lately. Well, eating isn't quite the right word for it. I've been throwing a bunch of fruit in the blender for breakfast. It comes out to about 7 servings of fruit. I'm not one who really likes fruit enough or is patient enough to actually eat all this. Thus the blender. Sure, this will make me healthier, but the biggest improvement so far has been in the gas department. I have an incredible amount of stamina now. I was walking around the Valencia mall the other day and was poppin' one out like every thirty seconds. Quite fun. And that is a crazy mall. It has an Arby's! Freakin' awesome!
I thought I might have something actually interesting to say, but I'm really tired. I'ma off ta hit the hay. I guess the spirit of the lazy union worker has overtaken me on this glorious Caesar Chavez Day. Sleep... now!
Saturday, March 27, 2004
Well, I don't know how it's gone so long without this, but last Thursday I had my first cigar(s). Peter, Zeke, David, Bobby, and I went over to a million dollar house in Glendale that Peter's family has been working on and smoked a few. How is it that none of the others posted about the experience? Well...
Peter-Only posts random, half entertaining, half jokes he's thought of.
David-Did not post because he didn't see much of an opportunity to use acronyms in the telling of the story.
Bobby-Only posts nerdy websites he's found and nerdy fake websites he's made.
Zeke-As a leprechaun he is biologically incapable of posting about anything that has happened on a Thursday.
That leaves me. So, we're smokin' the cigars and who shows up to help us along?
Yup, Alec Baldwin.
Well...
Not really.
So Peter was the first to get started on his cigar. Having the random mind that he does he starts blowing through his already lit cigar, thus making it flame and smoke profusely. (Doing this can make a dying cigar light a bit more.) This was of course accompanied by him declaring, "Look at me! I'm Alec Baldwin!" We all instantly accepted this and incorporated into our vocabulary for the rest of the night. Thus, when someone's cigar was gettin' pretty dim someone else would say, "Dude, just Baldwin it." We're idiots.
And in case you were wondering, the cigars made me sick. First time I felt like I was going to throw up in quite a few years. But I didn't. The spirit of the Baldwin must have been watching over me.
Peter-Only posts random, half entertaining, half jokes he's thought of.
David-Did not post because he didn't see much of an opportunity to use acronyms in the telling of the story.
Bobby-Only posts nerdy websites he's found and nerdy fake websites he's made.
Zeke-As a leprechaun he is biologically incapable of posting about anything that has happened on a Thursday.
That leaves me. So, we're smokin' the cigars and who shows up to help us along?
Yup, Alec Baldwin.
Well...
Not really.
So Peter was the first to get started on his cigar. Having the random mind that he does he starts blowing through his already lit cigar, thus making it flame and smoke profusely. (Doing this can make a dying cigar light a bit more.) This was of course accompanied by him declaring, "Look at me! I'm Alec Baldwin!" We all instantly accepted this and incorporated into our vocabulary for the rest of the night. Thus, when someone's cigar was gettin' pretty dim someone else would say, "Dude, just Baldwin it." We're idiots.
And in case you were wondering, the cigars made me sick. First time I felt like I was going to throw up in quite a few years. But I didn't. The spirit of the Baldwin must have been watching over me.
Friday, March 26, 2004
We were assigned to do a comparison contrast essay in my English class on Tuesday. Trying to help us along, the instructor asks the class if anyone has an idea of what they are going to right about. So time goes by and no one answers. Then someone finally decides to speak up.
"Maybe technology... versus... you know... anti-technology?"
And anyone who wants to help me out on my quest to be an awesome recording engineer is welcome to buy me one of these.
The other day I was biking around the 'worth, Chatsworth that is. I had no shirt on, part of my quest for evenly hued skin. Anyway, there was one kid in the 3 or 4 year old range that saw me. She proceed to exclaim to her mother, "Ewwww, that boy has no shirt on!" Later, a boy of the same age but different location, and gender, called out, "Mommy, mommy! There is a naked guy on a bike!" Stupid kids. Stupid sooth speaking kids.
"Maybe technology... versus... you know... anti-technology?"
And anyone who wants to help me out on my quest to be an awesome recording engineer is welcome to buy me one of these.
The other day I was biking around the 'worth, Chatsworth that is. I had no shirt on, part of my quest for evenly hued skin. Anyway, there was one kid in the 3 or 4 year old range that saw me. She proceed to exclaim to her mother, "Ewwww, that boy has no shirt on!" Later, a boy of the same age but different location, and gender, called out, "Mommy, mommy! There is a naked guy on a bike!" Stupid kids. Stupid sooth speaking kids.
Monday, March 22, 2004
Well, today turned out to be somewhat depressing.
Point 1
I went to lunch with my brother, his fiance, and my grandma. It was fine and all, but there was some discussion about my grandparent's will and such. It is good to get everything in order way before it needs to be, but it is still kinda weird. Thinking about the fact that someone you love will one day, probably sooner than you realize, die and you will "benefit" from it is an odd feeling. It is really weird to think that for most of the time my dad was alive we were on the cusp of slipping into poverty, but now I don't really have to worry about money for a good long while. At least with the way I've become accustomed to spending it. This has occasionally been called "blood money" by me. I know, people out there are probably going to tell me not to think like that and to just appreciate whatever good that happened to come out of so much pain, but the brain don't work like that. This is one of those things that you really have no clue about until it hits you right in the face.
Point 2
Don't read any more into this one than what you see. Being around my brother and his fiance is good, but it does make me feel like I could be doing a lot better if I had someone right now. I know, everyone is like, "Wow, you're a strong person to have gone through what you have and still manage to be so... (insert half hearted compliment)." Turns out that "strength" is a kinda lonely thing. Right now I would really rather have some vulnerability and intimacy than strength.
Point 3
Seeing people with their parents, or talking with them, or talking about them, or relying on them at all, makes me feel really weird. I guess for me it has become the natural state of things in my mind. My parents are dead. I can't change that. I will never get a chance to be in a different situation. Thus, to me, I feel normal, and it seems like everyone else is bizarre. And yes, sometimes I feel jealous. Sometimes I feel superior. Sometimes I just want to get the Hell away from families.
Point 4
For some reason the subject of Paul Bailey was brought up today. He was a kid at Darby, my first elementary school. He was killed by one of the people who worked for the day care program there. The same guy had once given me a wedgie when I was in kindergarden. I had to go into the bathroom to fix my underwear. Years after this whole thing, like when I was in middle school, my dad told me that the guy had a list, a list of other kids at the school, presumably that he would kill. I was on that list.
I was going to get to some other things, but that is enough for now. Maybe I'll take a shower. That helps sometimes.
Point 1
I went to lunch with my brother, his fiance, and my grandma. It was fine and all, but there was some discussion about my grandparent's will and such. It is good to get everything in order way before it needs to be, but it is still kinda weird. Thinking about the fact that someone you love will one day, probably sooner than you realize, die and you will "benefit" from it is an odd feeling. It is really weird to think that for most of the time my dad was alive we were on the cusp of slipping into poverty, but now I don't really have to worry about money for a good long while. At least with the way I've become accustomed to spending it. This has occasionally been called "blood money" by me. I know, people out there are probably going to tell me not to think like that and to just appreciate whatever good that happened to come out of so much pain, but the brain don't work like that. This is one of those things that you really have no clue about until it hits you right in the face.
Point 2
Don't read any more into this one than what you see. Being around my brother and his fiance is good, but it does make me feel like I could be doing a lot better if I had someone right now. I know, everyone is like, "Wow, you're a strong person to have gone through what you have and still manage to be so... (insert half hearted compliment)." Turns out that "strength" is a kinda lonely thing. Right now I would really rather have some vulnerability and intimacy than strength.
Point 3
Seeing people with their parents, or talking with them, or talking about them, or relying on them at all, makes me feel really weird. I guess for me it has become the natural state of things in my mind. My parents are dead. I can't change that. I will never get a chance to be in a different situation. Thus, to me, I feel normal, and it seems like everyone else is bizarre. And yes, sometimes I feel jealous. Sometimes I feel superior. Sometimes I just want to get the Hell away from families.
Point 4
For some reason the subject of Paul Bailey was brought up today. He was a kid at Darby, my first elementary school. He was killed by one of the people who worked for the day care program there. The same guy had once given me a wedgie when I was in kindergarden. I had to go into the bathroom to fix my underwear. Years after this whole thing, like when I was in middle school, my dad told me that the guy had a list, a list of other kids at the school, presumably that he would kill. I was on that list.
I was going to get to some other things, but that is enough for now. Maybe I'll take a shower. That helps sometimes.
Sunday, March 21, 2004
Ho...
ly...
crap!!
I think I may have actually gotten eight hours of sleep last night. What is going on?
If you don't listen to country radio you're missing out on great insights like this.
"Do you remember Bin Laden,
Or have you forgotten?"
Don't worry everyone, Anna got a new job... at Sears! Well, the Sears in Valencia. It should be good for her seeing as it is much closer to her house, and she is no longer a cashier. Unfortunately, no new ridiculously attractive girls that find me hilarious have been hired at Sears Northridge. Lamps.
I had my first Corona yesterday. It tasted like crappy American beer, but with more bitter. іLámpara!
I'm working on my tan. Turns out that my scars don't tan quite the same as normal skin. trwnd
Church time. Adios.
Thursday, March 18, 2004
I just got some food down the wrong pipe, coughed really hard, and hurt my taint.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
It's a good thing that Starbucks cut down a tree to place this around my lukewarm cup of hot chocolate. Oh yeah, it is corrugated. Thus it is doubly good.
IRN(In Related News): Hot chocolate has been found to have three times the antioxidant concentration as green tea. It has also been found to taste good, by me.
IYMRN(In Yet More Related News): Why do I care about antioxidants? Well, I've gotten a little paranoid about my health and such. Dead parents, past serious illness, no health insurance. Anyway, I've been trying to be healthier as of late. Thus the gym and/or free weights three times a week. Thus the increased consumption of fruit, vegetables, tea, breakfast, etc. Thus the decrease in soda consumption. Unfortunately I have also had a decrease in the number of hours of sleep I'm getting. This may be due to the change in weather. It is hard to sleep when it is hot. Also, I am noticing physical changes due to the weights. Unfortunately, right now the biggest gains have been made in the lower abdominal/upper thigh muscles. Geetha calls this the "F@#% me!" muscle. Needless to say, it is not going to get any use out of me in that respect. Also, I am still fairly pasty. Anyway, now that you all know too much about my body I'll leave you with this final question courtesy of our friends at www.homestarrunner.com.
"Is a penguin a bird or a duck?"
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Today at Sears a woman came up to me to return some curtain rods. She also had a cart full of new rods that she wanted to purchase. Upon my asking the woman if there was anything wrong with the ones she wanted to return, she said that they were the wrong size. The ones being returned were shorter than the ones in the cart about to be bought. She returned them and bought the other ones. End of story.
Wait!
A(.J./ndrew), that wasn't funny.
Hold on a second. Let's look at that through the my magic "Lets make that story un-PC" lens.
Did I mention that the woman was Asian? Thus, when she said,"They are the wrong size," it actually came out sounding like,
"They are the long size."
Thus the short rods were the "long" rods. Awesome.
Anyway, here are a few new phrases for Ya'll
"Too little, too much." (Thank you Peter, and your robot brain.)
"Mouth moose!" (Say this while making "antlers" with your hands that come out of your mouth.)
"HM" (Now it also means High Maintenance, Highly Motivated, and Handshake Mates.)
Zeke, shut the crap up! (I don't think that one needs an explanation.)
Wait!
A(.J./ndrew), that wasn't funny.
Hold on a second. Let's look at that through the my magic "Lets make that story un-PC" lens.
Did I mention that the woman was Asian? Thus, when she said,"They are the wrong size," it actually came out sounding like,
"They are the long size."
Thus the short rods were the "long" rods. Awesome.
Anyway, here are a few new phrases for Ya'll
"Too little, too much." (Thank you Peter, and your robot brain.)
"Mouth moose!" (Say this while making "antlers" with your hands that come out of your mouth.)
"HM" (Now it also means High Maintenance, Highly Motivated, and Handshake Mates.)
Zeke, shut the crap up! (I don't think that one needs an explanation.)
Saturday, March 13, 2004
Sure. Seeing as how I just spent $5.40 on Chinese food when I wasn't really that hungry, I totally believe this fortune. Although, I did recieve a letter from Capital One today saying that they are going to continue to raise my credit limit every three months, but this came before lunch. Thus, the cookie was only highly perceptive and didn't see the future. I wonder how perceptive it was to my teeth grinding it into a fine paste. What?! Fine paste? Anyway... Let's hear it for colloidal suspensions!!! w00+!
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
I made some green tea today. You know, 'cause it is healthy and crap, and looking at my family history I probably have a handicap in the health respect. Anyway, here's my question:
Why is my green tea brown?
Seriously. I know lots of you people out there are all up ons the Asian knowledge. Did I screw up my tea? How should I prepare it? My real question is how can I make this one area of my life less lampy?
Why is my green tea brown?
Seriously. I know lots of you people out there are all up ons the Asian knowledge. Did I screw up my tea? How should I prepare it? My real question is how can I make this one area of my life less lampy?
Sunday, March 07, 2004
So Anna is now gone from Sears. Now there is no one there that I can say "lampy" to and not have them glare at me like I am an idiot. The last thing we talked about was towels. She was telling me what towels we were going to buy when we got married. Some sort of dark green and something light. I don't know. How we were going to get to this state of matrimony, I don't know... but I have a few ideas. Check out these scenarios.
Green Card-I will move to Canada soon becasue I have some strange fascination with it. Then the Canadian health care system will become so amazing that every citizen lives to be like over 150 years old. Needless to say, many will try to become Canadian citizens. There will be so many in fact that the waitlist will be like 20 years or something. Thus, we will get married so Anna can skip that and get some fancy health care real quick.
Long Arm of the Law-In the future reality TV will become so huge that it infiltrates the justice system. We will both have run ins with the law and be forced into the custody of an evil production company. We will then be forced to marry for some reality show with mismatched spouses. You know, hot girls with guys that watch Star Trek and like reading maps. Our ratings will be awesome due to my incredible Tom Brokaw impression that I will implement at least once in every episode.
Multiverse-According to multiverse theory, there are an infinite number of "universes", each for every possible outcome of every situation. Thus, there exists an infinite number of realities where we are married. Its that simple. But, in many of these realities towels don't even exist, and I will also not be funny. Can you imagine that? No comedy and mildewed hair. Scary.
I am Awesome-I will do something so awesome that every woman alive will want me. What will this be? I don't know. Maybe I'll invent something really cool, like fried chicken that makes you healthy. Or I'll fix every movie to be at least on par with Tremors. Yeah, that'll work. Then I will have my pick of everyone, and I will pick Anna because she knows how to correctly use the word "lampy".
Anyway, I should focus on reality a bit more. Or maybe not. Dreaming is fun. Especially eating in dreams. Like the time Tim had a lucid dream and all he did was make a sandwich. That's awesome. Keep it surreal ya'll.
Green Card-I will move to Canada soon becasue I have some strange fascination with it. Then the Canadian health care system will become so amazing that every citizen lives to be like over 150 years old. Needless to say, many will try to become Canadian citizens. There will be so many in fact that the waitlist will be like 20 years or something. Thus, we will get married so Anna can skip that and get some fancy health care real quick.
Long Arm of the Law-In the future reality TV will become so huge that it infiltrates the justice system. We will both have run ins with the law and be forced into the custody of an evil production company. We will then be forced to marry for some reality show with mismatched spouses. You know, hot girls with guys that watch Star Trek and like reading maps. Our ratings will be awesome due to my incredible Tom Brokaw impression that I will implement at least once in every episode.
Multiverse-According to multiverse theory, there are an infinite number of "universes", each for every possible outcome of every situation. Thus, there exists an infinite number of realities where we are married. Its that simple. But, in many of these realities towels don't even exist, and I will also not be funny. Can you imagine that? No comedy and mildewed hair. Scary.
I am Awesome-I will do something so awesome that every woman alive will want me. What will this be? I don't know. Maybe I'll invent something really cool, like fried chicken that makes you healthy. Or I'll fix every movie to be at least on par with Tremors. Yeah, that'll work. Then I will have my pick of everyone, and I will pick Anna because she knows how to correctly use the word "lampy".
Anyway, I should focus on reality a bit more. Or maybe not. Dreaming is fun. Especially eating in dreams. Like the time Tim had a lucid dream and all he did was make a sandwich. That's awesome. Keep it surreal ya'll.
I visited LMU today (or yesterday. Saturday that is.). Took a tour and such. As I was walking around the place I noticed two things (well, more than two things, but only two of these things are pertinent to the rest of the post):
A. Lots of the people here look much younger than me.
B. My face is really hot.
With these two pieces of knowledge burrowing into my brain I decided to shave off the beard. This is a two step process. First you must remove the bulk. I did this with the clippers usually reserved for my head, non-face, hair. The second is to use an actual razor for the fine work. So I'm using the clippers, watching mounds of hair fall into the sink. It really seems to be a lot more after it comes off your face. Now I know why my face was so hot. So I'm cutting it and feel a piece of hair get into my mouth. This must be taken care of. I try to spit it out, but that doesn't work. The next thing was stupid. I try blowing it out of my mouth. Why was this stupid? Because the rest of my beard was already in the sink. I end up blowing most of it out of the sink and onto the towels, into my contact lens case, and into my face. This sucked. Then I laughed. Life is funny people, you just have to let yourself notice it. In other blowing news, at the gym today I found myself to be very entertained by blowing the drips of sweat on the end of my nose into the air. I need to find real things to do, seriously.
A. Lots of the people here look much younger than me.
B. My face is really hot.
With these two pieces of knowledge burrowing into my brain I decided to shave off the beard. This is a two step process. First you must remove the bulk. I did this with the clippers usually reserved for my head, non-face, hair. The second is to use an actual razor for the fine work. So I'm using the clippers, watching mounds of hair fall into the sink. It really seems to be a lot more after it comes off your face. Now I know why my face was so hot. So I'm cutting it and feel a piece of hair get into my mouth. This must be taken care of. I try to spit it out, but that doesn't work. The next thing was stupid. I try blowing it out of my mouth. Why was this stupid? Because the rest of my beard was already in the sink. I end up blowing most of it out of the sink and onto the towels, into my contact lens case, and into my face. This sucked. Then I laughed. Life is funny people, you just have to let yourself notice it. In other blowing news, at the gym today I found myself to be very entertained by blowing the drips of sweat on the end of my nose into the air. I need to find real things to do, seriously.
Friday, March 05, 2004
I am putting some old SDL songs up on the right. They prove that I actually used to be able to play guitar, and that we did have huge egos to write such ridiculous songs. Anyway, some people seem to enjoy them. Namely:
Sinbad-The comic, not the pirate. He was at a battle of the bands we played at once.
Alfonso Ribeiro-Better known as Carlton on "The Fresh Prince of Bel Air". Tim's middle name is Carlton. Coincidence?... I think so!
And the word of the day is defenestration. Quite fitting for me. I should be put in my place. Thank you Peter.
Sinbad-The comic, not the pirate. He was at a battle of the bands we played at once.
Alfonso Ribeiro-Better known as Carlton on "The Fresh Prince of Bel Air". Tim's middle name is Carlton. Coincidence?... I think so!
And the word of the day is defenestration. Quite fitting for me. I should be put in my place. Thank you Peter.
Bad News
Dennys
Breakfast - Meat Lover's Skillet©
Serving Size: 15 oz.
Calories: 1147
Total Fat: 93 grams
Saturated Fat: 26 grams
Cholesterol: 460 milligrams
Sodium: 2507 milligrams
Carbohydrates: 24 grams
Fiber: 7 grams
Sugars: 2 grams
Protein: 41 grams
You read that right. 93 grams of fat!!! Also, over your RDA for sodium, and about 150% your RDA for cholesterol. But it is low in sugar. So my conclusion:
Skillet=Health
So it's been 13 years since Magic Johnson was diagnosed with HIV. He still doesn't have AIDS. Way to go Magic! I'm sure he doesn't consume many skillets.
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
I've decided to add media to my blog. Top right corner, under "artsy FARTsy". The first submission is a TPHAT song, previously available without my wonderful drumming. It was encoded with L.A.M.E., a totally unlampy encoder. L.A.M.E. stands for L.A.M.E. Ain't an Mp3 Encoder. But alas, it is one, and that name is recursive. L.A.M.P.
Holy crap!!! I just checked my credit card statement online and they have more than doubled my credit limit. This after doubling it just a month n' a half ago. What is going on? Am I actually fiscaly responsible? Are the days of the impoverished Price coming to an end? Should we start grooming our swine of their budding avian qualities? Anyway. In other money news, I did my taxes last week. My federal tax rate was 0.39%. I really hope my $32 can do some good. Unfortunately my APR over the last month on my credit card was 43.24%, which came out to $0.50, the minimum finance charge. I knew they would find a way to screw me over.
I went to the CareerBuilder Expo with my aunt today. She thought it would be a job fair. It was not. We walked around the LA Convention Center for about 20 minutes and then left. On the way out I saw John Henson of Talk Soup fame, not to be confused with Jim Henson of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fame, and the Muppets, I suppose. Went to the Pantry for my fourth time. It was my first time going while the sun was still up. Let me tell you, its still good stuff even in daylight.
In absolute BRILLIANT!!! news, Newcastle will soon not be just a beer, but also ice cream!!! Could my day possibly get any better? I suppose it could. Social interaction would be a good thing, but beggars can't be choosers, unless they are faking it. Stupid homeless people. You really disgust me Brad.
(Note: In light of recent blog events it might be in order for me to point out that the last bit there is what we call "sarcasm". Actually, most of the post was an example of such. If you are offended, please right me a note, attach it to a bottle of Newcastle, and bring it to me on a purple, crushed velvet pillow. Leave me the pillow too.)
I went to the CareerBuilder Expo with my aunt today. She thought it would be a job fair. It was not. We walked around the LA Convention Center for about 20 minutes and then left. On the way out I saw John Henson of Talk Soup fame, not to be confused with Jim Henson of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fame, and the Muppets, I suppose. Went to the Pantry for my fourth time. It was my first time going while the sun was still up. Let me tell you, its still good stuff even in daylight.
In absolute BRILLIANT!!! news, Newcastle will soon not be just a beer, but also ice cream!!! Could my day possibly get any better? I suppose it could. Social interaction would be a good thing, but beggars can't be choosers, unless they are faking it. Stupid homeless people. You really disgust me Brad.
(Note: In light of recent blog events it might be in order for me to point out that the last bit there is what we call "sarcasm". Actually, most of the post was an example of such. If you are offended, please right me a note, attach it to a bottle of Newcastle, and bring it to me on a purple, crushed velvet pillow. Leave me the pillow too.)
Monday, March 01, 2004
Today at Sears a guy used his Sears card. On the back of the card it said "Ask for ID". I went through with this request. As I'm looking at the ID I notice that his middle initial is X. Intrigued, I ask him.
Me: What's the X for?
Customer: Nothing. It is just X. I'm from a military family, and when you don't have a middle name they just put an X.
Me: Glad I asked. Quite interesting.
Customer: Yeah, and with a first name like Barksdale you don't really need a middle name.
Me: Yeah, that's like for names in one.
Customer: I just have people call me Dale.
Unfortunately the vast majority of Sears customers are not nearly as interesting as Barksdale X. Hales.
There was another quite friendly customer yesterday. A woman. Not particularly attrative at all, physically that is. But she was incredibly nice with a great British accent. I really do enjoy those. Good voices in general. I think voice has to make up at least 20 percent of attractiveness, at least for me. I also can very easily remember exactly what a person sounds like, but I have an awful time putting together faces in my head. Luckily we have pictures to help us remember, such as this one.
HEY EVERYONE!!! CHECK OUT THIS AWESOME NEW ONLINE NETWORK POINTLESS FUN NUMBER ONE A OKAY CHIEF THING.
Me: What's the X for?
Customer: Nothing. It is just X. I'm from a military family, and when you don't have a middle name they just put an X.
Me: Glad I asked. Quite interesting.
Customer: Yeah, and with a first name like Barksdale you don't really need a middle name.
Me: Yeah, that's like for names in one.
Customer: I just have people call me Dale.
Unfortunately the vast majority of Sears customers are not nearly as interesting as Barksdale X. Hales.
There was another quite friendly customer yesterday. A woman. Not particularly attrative at all, physically that is. But she was incredibly nice with a great British accent. I really do enjoy those. Good voices in general. I think voice has to make up at least 20 percent of attractiveness, at least for me. I also can very easily remember exactly what a person sounds like, but I have an awful time putting together faces in my head. Luckily we have pictures to help us remember, such as this one.
HEY EVERYONE!!! CHECK OUT THIS AWESOME NEW ONLINE NETWORK POINTLESS FUN NUMBER ONE A OKAY CHIEF THING.
While at Starbucks today after work I managed to spill the good majority of the contents of a bottle of apple juice into my crotch. This afforded me the excuse to rub my crotch (with napkins) in public. Whether I have been looking for this opportunity or not, I cannot say. What I can say though is LB.
On the Lingo Front
In the movie Hype, which is about the "Grunge" movement of the early nineties, they get into the matter of lingo. Apparently Grunge was so popular that reporters were calling up anyone identified with it to try to get any sort of story out of them. One time they called up someone at Sub Pop, the big Grunge record label, and asked for all the Grunge slang. THe person at the label thought all the attention the media had been paying to them was ridiculous, so they just made up a bunch of slang on the spot. It ran as "Lexicon of Grunge:Breaking the Code" in the sidebar of a New York Times article. Here is said "lexicon".
wack slacks: old ripped jeans
fuzz: heavy wool sweaters
plats: platform shoes
kickers: heavy boots
swingin' on the flippety-flop: hanging out
bound-and-hagged: staying home on friday or saturday night
score: great
harsh realm: bummer
cob nobbler: loser
dish: desirable guy
bloated, big bag of blotation: drunk
lamestain: uncool person
tom-tom club: uncool outsiders
rock on: a happy goodbye
Some are quite obvious, but I am in awe of wack slacks, lamestain, and cob nobbler. Bobby and I have applied the our own inanity to the mix and have gotten lampstamp. I suppose c00b n00bler would not be out of the quetsion either. In other lingo news, Anna has picked up on the ball. One thing she is on the ball with is quiting Sears. Her last day is Saturday. Whether I'll see her past that is entirely up to her. But then again, why would anyone want associate with a lampstamp c00b n00bler of such proportions as myself?
On the Lingo Front
In the movie Hype, which is about the "Grunge" movement of the early nineties, they get into the matter of lingo. Apparently Grunge was so popular that reporters were calling up anyone identified with it to try to get any sort of story out of them. One time they called up someone at Sub Pop, the big Grunge record label, and asked for all the Grunge slang. THe person at the label thought all the attention the media had been paying to them was ridiculous, so they just made up a bunch of slang on the spot. It ran as "Lexicon of Grunge:Breaking the Code" in the sidebar of a New York Times article. Here is said "lexicon".
wack slacks: old ripped jeans
fuzz: heavy wool sweaters
plats: platform shoes
kickers: heavy boots
swingin' on the flippety-flop: hanging out
bound-and-hagged: staying home on friday or saturday night
score: great
harsh realm: bummer
cob nobbler: loser
dish: desirable guy
bloated, big bag of blotation: drunk
lamestain: uncool person
tom-tom club: uncool outsiders
rock on: a happy goodbye
Some are quite obvious, but I am in awe of wack slacks, lamestain, and cob nobbler. Bobby and I have applied the our own inanity to the mix and have gotten lampstamp. I suppose c00b n00bler would not be out of the quetsion either. In other lingo news, Anna has picked up on the ball. One thing she is on the ball with is quiting Sears. Her last day is Saturday. Whether I'll see her past that is entirely up to her. But then again, why would anyone want associate with a lampstamp c00b n00bler of such proportions as myself?
