Wednesday, October 31, 2007
My buddy Scott, now that guy is crazy with the Halloween stuff. This doesn't even begin to cover it:
I don't think I'm going to dress up this year. Unless I can find a squid somewhere. A squid is crucial to my costume idea. Problem is I usually find myself all dressed up with nowhere to go. I think I have a couple of somewheres to go this year though.
Last year I was Slash. Before that, Clark Kent. Other things I have been: Agent Smith from the Matrix, Teen Wolf, Maverick from Top Gun (age 7), and Mickey Mantle. Maybe next year I'll be David Letterman. We both wear glasses and have similar hairlines. I've been thinking about Michael Caine a lot lately and was brainstorming some Michael Caine themed costume ideas, but I didn't come up with anything that would work. I'd have to go around saying "My name, is Micow Caine" all the time. Hmm, that gives me an idea for tomorrow's blog...
Monday, October 29, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
August 20 - Betty's check engine light comes on.
August 31 - current registration expires. can't register until inspected, can't pass inspection if check engine light is on.
Sept 1-29 - general lament.
Sept 29 - take it to Autozone, determine cause of check engine light. while I'm at it, replace a fuse.
Sept 30 - Oct 15 - general lament.
Oct 15 - two parking tickets. Make a vow to get the problem taken care of, asap.
Oct 16-19 - general lament.
Oct 19 - apartment manager calls. if car not registered within 24 hours, will be towed. not allowed to park there until registered.
Oct 19, 3pm-5pm - try to get everything taken care of. unsuccessful.
Oct 19 - 21 - go to St. George.
Oct 22 - repairs made. check engine light shut off. also got new spark plugs.
Oct 22 - call every emissions/inspection place in town, trying to find one open past 7pm
Oct 22 - find one. Anytime Emissions.
Monday, October 22, 2007
I mentioned Friday that I would be spending the weekend in St. George. Those words are as true now as they were then. Friday started with me calling in sick to work, feeling a nauseous hangover I didn't deserve as I'd committed no hangoverable offenses, aside from eating a microwaved hamburger the night before. I was finally roused from my stupor thanks to a call from my apartment manager telling me that since my car was unregistered it would be towed within 24 hours, and I wasn't allowed to park there with expired plates. Well that's a drag. I spent the rest of the day frantically trying to find a repair shop to fix my pesky check engine light in time for me to get it inspected before skipping town. I was unsuccessful.
I resolved to get my car taken car of Saturday in St. George (yeah right) and hit the road. I observed this sunset while refueling my troublesome vehicle.
Originally I was going to head out after work, and convinced Emily to come along with me so I wouldn't have to ride alone. The four-hour ride down was fun, if uneventful. At a gas station in Fillmore I saw a guy with a huge beard. That was kind of neat.
The reason we were going is because my friend Judy (her blog is linked over to your right) arranged to use her Aunt's vacation home. It was nice, and I guess it has a decent view.
I was bored while waiting (hoping) that the cavers would come back, so I jabbed into this cactus and ate it's tasty green cactus goo.
Saw this statue. Creepy.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Speaking of America, how about some good old fashioned Americana? Remember when I used to post neon all the time? Here's a couple of good ones.
These were taken in St. George, Utah. It was a cold night last year and me and the gang decided to take a last minute trip to the Vegas. We pulled into St. George around 1am and I was dazzled by these motels, which I'd not seen before. That ended up being one of the funnest weekends of my whole life. Also on the way there I bought my blue velvet jacket, which as I've mentioned before, is awesome.
The reason I bring up St. George is because tomorrow night I'll be heading down there for the weekend. Just to hang. Should be fun. Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
I first saw them in 2003. I still remember everything about that night. Waiting in line on West Temple with Mike C. and April and her blonde friend, making fun of Ben Franklin, wearing my black shirt and my favorite jacket, talking to Emily on the phone back when I barely knew her at all, finally getting inside the club (on Carlos D's guest list, no less) missing the opening act, finding a spot up in the balcony (maybe I should admit that I wasn't on Carlos D's guest list, Mike was, and I was his plus one), drinking a weird Czech Beer (Lev Black Lion) and seeing a great show.
The next time I saw them was opening for the Cure on the Curiosa tour. Disappointing. Outdoor venue, and we were a mile from the stage and the sun hadn't even gone down yet and the sound was bad and I was with my ex-girlfriend at the time (actually at the time she was my girlfriend) and she wasn't really into Interpol and blah blah blah.
This time Interpol was headlining. Originally scheduled for the crappy McKay Events Center, they changed venues to the crappier In the Venue. Seriously, what a dumb name for a club.
Irritation #1: when I bought my ticket it was $35. I don't care what side of the tracks you come from, that's a lot of dough for a concert. I guess sales were low because last week they dropped them to $10. That'll teach me to be a fan and buy tickets early.
Irritation #2: on the way to the show I stopped for some cash and my remaining balance was... unnerving to say the least. Surely there's been some kind of mistake. Surely my identity has been stolen. Nope. Turns out I'm just bad at balancing my checkbook. Go B!
Irritation #3: no cameras allowed. I guess that makes sense. Cameras at concerts are a very recent phenomenon. Time was you wouldn't even think about bringing a camera. Tai and I talked about this at Arcade Fire. We logicked that the prevalence of camera phones made it so authority types didn't bother disallowing cameras since everyone had a camera phone anyway. Not this time though, as the venue wouldn't even allow camera phones inside. I felt so naked without my phone. Guess how many important texts I missed? Six. How important were they? A sampling: "I just fell asleep on the couch." "Wow, go Rockies!" "Andrei played well tonight."
Non-irritation #1: at the last minute Swedish band The Shout Out Louds were added as an opener. These kids were good. I really enjoyed their guitar driven keyboard pop.
Incredulity #1: middle act, The Liars. If I had liked their music, I would have thought they put on a great show. But I didn't. And I didn't know what to expect so I was surprised when the singer turned out to be a seven-foot tall monkey-faced man dressed all in white and prancing around like an even more effeminate Mick Jagger. I was frightened by him.
Interpol finally came on. They sounded good. They looked awesome. They had cool lights and smoke. But I don't know, kind of didn't do it for me. It was a great performance, they played almost all the songs I wanted to here, but didn't really get me "pumped" like the other shows I've talked about. And their music isn't very diverse so every song, especially the newer stuff, sounds exactly the same.
Irritation #4: I was standing near the front of the stage when Interpol came on. Now, I'd be a complete tool to think that the people up front weren't gonna dance and bop around, but this was ridiculous. All these broad-shouldered plaid-shirted bone-heads pushed their way up front and started dancing around like it was a punky reggae party. Have you heard Interpol? They're not 311. You don't skank around with one finger in the air to Interpol. You just don't.
Irritation #5: Over testosteroned bouncers. I left the idiot pit and found a good view in the back. This bouncer hassled me to get out of the walkway, as though if there was a fire we weren't all screwed anyway. I started to move as requested and this dude pushed me, hard. Not like a shove, but like both hands on me, pushing me like I'm a heavy filing cabinet or something. Despite his noticeable size advantage I said "F*** you!" and he didn't like that. He got all up in my grill with his crazy eyes. "Huh? Huh?" he said over and over. I just glared back at him, trying to look tough but probably looking like a frightened rabbit. In retrospect, I'm glad he didn't strike me.
Irritation #6: I got myself a couple parking tickets. One of them was for being in a "parallel only" zone which is total bullshit because I looked up and down that street for any sort of posted parking rules, of which there were none. The second one was for having expired registration. Totally my fault. It's been expired since August but it's more damn important to me to sleep in on Saturdays than take care of my car (see, I have to get it inspected before I can get it registered and I have to fix my check engine light before I can get it inspected so the whole thing has to be a big production). Bottom line is I'm a big-time screw up, des temps en temps. C'est la vie, non?
Monday, October 15, 2007
It wasn't a clean break. I still watch two or three shows regularly, and the baseball playoffs (ROCKIES!), and I can't wait for Lost to return in February, but other than that I've probably cut out 87% of my television viewing. I feel great, and I'm making progress with my various artistic pursuits like never before.
One of the biggest perks of giving up television is that it has allowed me to watch more television.
Well you see, it is the year 2007. A golden age. Quality entertainment is just a disc away. Instead of wasting my time on junk television like the late night chat shows or LA Ink or Prison Break, I can watch the Wire or Rome or any number of great programs with the convenience of DVD.
The reason I bring this up is because this weekend I dove into Season 1 of Friday Night Lights. I was sceptical at first. a) it's about High School. b) it's about High School Football. c) it's about High School Football in Texas. I'm not much of a football fan (aside from the epic Tecmobattles between Chris and I), I'm not in High School (not anymore) and last time I went to Texas I got run right out of town. But certain friends insisted that I watch the show, so on a rainy Saturday morning I gave it a shot.
I was hooked within the first ten minutes. I'm as shocked as you are. I cannot believe how good this show is. I'm really sad that I only have eighteen episodes left.
That's about it for my weekend. Friday night I saw The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford as Portrayed by Brad Pitt and Casey Affleck, Respectively, with Admirable Supporting Turns from Sam Rockwell, Garrett Dillahunt, and Paul Schneider. I've been looking forward to this move for a very long time. It exceeded my expectations, but it's really a film's film. I was blown away by the cinematography and the framing and the music... it's not without it's faults though. The chief complaint seems to be that it's too long. It is. It's long and slow and meditative and poetic but also really long. BUT the last scene absolutely took my breath away. Can't wait to pick it up on DVD.
Saturday night I went to a place called Settabello. I usually don't like that Napoli style Margherita pizza but this was really good. While at dinner we (me and a couple people that probably don't read this blog) came up with a super long and painful "bit" involving these phrases, Tutoring, Tudoring, Tudor Homes, Tudor; Holmes, Two-Door Homes, To-Door Homes. Kind of a Who's on First thing. Probably the most unfunny thing we've ever done, but that's what makes it funny. But really it wasn't funny. You had to be there, but be glad you weren't.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Actually I wanted to look like Renton in Trainspotting. I really like it. I think this will be my new hairstyle from now on.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Hoping for some sleep sans bad taste, I tried an Ambien on Friday night. That thing killed me. I was out for 14 hours, and woke up not feeling refreshed and rested but hungover and floaty. Not pleasant. This feeling even carried over into Sunday.
"Growing a beard" made an appearance on my recent list of things I am not good at. Here's why. Actually, I think this is a good picture. It's a little too flattering, beard-wise. Until I shaved Thursday night I looked like I had just rolled out of a dumpster. I like this picture though. I look like an angry and tormented playwright.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
3. Roller Skating
4. Going to bed
7. Video Games
8. Caring about my job
9. Growing a beard
10. Not getting winded when doing light physical activity
11. Remembering my Paypal password
I'm sure there's more.
Holy shit that's the jacket I was just talking about!!!
My last obsession-of-the-moment is the art of Josh Howard. I'm borrowing this picture from his website to dramatize this point.
I love this guy's style. I have a sketchbook and I've been trying to copy his stuff just for fun. If I really concentrate I can do okay, but I'm not at the point where I can free-hand a Josh Howard-esque babe, yet. I just bought the first volume of his comic, Dead @ 17. I don't know if I'll like it or not but at least I can enjoy the pretty pictures.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Blog apathy ever happen to you? Of course it does, I think to myself as I look through my blog list on google reader and see several that haven't been updated in forever. I guess the novelty has sort of worn off for me. No worries, I just need to get my groove back. I'm sure as soon as I see a guy at the store with a funny hat I'll once more be blogging away like the good ol' days.
Speaking of the good ol' days, I was reading some old entries and I just feel like the current quality isn't up to snuff. No, I take that back. Not a drop in quality, but things have really changed around here. I'm not thinking outside the box like I used to. These days it's more of a Journal, whereas in the old days I was more about Entertainment.
I guess there's nothing wrong with that. Just a natural evolution and all. I'm not being all mopey or looking for positive reinforcement (although I'm certainly not looking for anyone to agree with me either). I guess I'm just thinking out loud about the state of the blog. Whatever.
So, weekend? Had a great weekend. Not much to say about it. Had an amazing chicken sandwich at the Desert Edge Pub. Fell asleep on a couch while watching World's Most Haunted Hauntings or some such, then left and got my second wind and ended up at the Bud for a night of manly competition. For the most part I lost every dart game I participated in, and I continue to not be the Tecmo Bowl champion. Lots of new jokes and bits were created, but I don't think they'll translate. "Three and a four!" "Dippin' the sticky!" Yeah see? They don't translate. Danny wrote more about this on his Law Blog.
Saturday I slept late in a Lunesta induced coma, then drove around in the snow. Yes, snow. I went to the Zone (Au-to Zone!) to find the source of my irksome "Check Engine" light. Turns out it's caused by the EGR valve. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with this information.
Hung out with some friends, had some Chinese food and candy, played a little tetris, danced cool, created a new character. Is good time.
Sunday, not much. I Frankensteined a new hat. Maybe that deserves it's own entry.
Monday night one of my big shot friends was in town, Jared Rusten. Cool to hang out with him. We went to Freaky Dee's then hung out in Andy's basement long past my standard bed time.
Last night Emily was nice enough to go to Koyo with me. Delicious. Mmmmmm. Really fun night. Afterward there might have been some living room karaoke with Chris. Maybe not though. I can't confirm or deny that this happened. (note to self: maybe a future blog entry? "things I am not good at." Item#1: singing).