(noah).

Oops...she blew it again.

2007-09-10T15:43:00.001-06:00

Anyone watch the VMA's last night? Even if you turned the tube off and signed out early, the biggest blunder was Britney Spears' performance during the opening minutes of the award show, taking place in Sin City on Sunday night. So she comes out, in this lingerie ensemble. Let's say that Jayden James and Sean Preston haven't been kind to her figure. Not to say that she's obese, but by the typical Hollywood standard, she's looking a bit chunky around the abdomen. The whole performance was kind of lack luster. Her lip-syncing was a given of course, but she really didn't even seem to be putting forth any sort of effort. It was sort of move the lips, move the lips, 5, 6, 7, 8, whore myself, whore myself, and scene. Maybe this new album of hers will be the next chart topper. Sadly, that probably will be the case.

Britney Spears is making a comeback!

2007-09-03T16:52:00.000-06:00

Okay, so it's probably not her best song, but it's a start! That's right, Britney Spears' new single 'Gimme More' has been leaked onto the net, and it's the start of a long-awaited comeback. I'm not particularly a huge fan of Ms. Spears, but I think that we all want her bald barefooted days to come to an end. It's an upbeat song, and has a completely fresh sound to it. She's currently working with some top notch producers, and an album is supposedly to be released later this fall. You can listen to it here, courtesy of popbytes.com. The song starts out, "It's Britney, bitch." That's for sure.

Pets!

2007-08-23T16:06:00.001-06:00

Monica, Alex and myself went to Hoffer's Tropic Life Pets yesterday and saw some pretty neat animals there, including some alligators, sulcata tortoises (the third largest in the world), lots of rabbits, and many more typical and not-so-typical animals. Alex all of a sudden got the big notion to buy a rabbit, and without being 18, was unable to. So she called up her sister, we made our way out to Pet World, and she bought herself a Netherland Dwarf, who I named Bing. Cute, huh?

WHAP

2007-08-21T14:36:00.000-06:00

So if you can believe it or not, for me and a bunch of other individuals, school started on August 20th. I'm taking a course called AP World History, or as an anagram, WHAP. Anyways, here is a video from day one of summer academy. Its really nonsensical, and you probably won't find it as funny as other videos, but it might be worth a watch.

A breath of fresh programming

2007-08-15T20:40:00.000-06:00

Okay, so TV really hasn't been quite as enjoyable ever since the Sopranos left our homes for good. However, I have been watching one show that does compare in its levels of creativity and the ease of attachment to the characters. Showtime's Weeds is now in its third season, and it's getting to be better than ever. The basic plot line is a mother played in excellent taste by Mary Louise Parker, living in an exclusive gated Californian community, loses her husband. In order to maintain bills, she takes up dealing pot and befriends a whole network of friends through the dealing counterculture. Comedy ensues, I imagine. I'm not going to go into a whole synopsis, but I just think that if everyone that has access to Showtime would turn their TV on at 9pm next Monday and watch this show, they would immediately fall head over heels for it. If you don't have Showtime, no problem, you can watch episodes off the official website or even better you can rent seasons one and two from your local movie rental joint, roll a blunt, and wa tch episode after episode all day long. I definitely think that we deserve a show as good as this, and that it may be the next breakthrough cult phenomenon to grace the airwaves.

Redbird

2007-08-10T13:51:00.000-06:00

While at a young authors retreat this week, I wrote the following short story, among other things.

Blind Date

Noah Ford

Tom slipped the key in the brass lock on the oak door of his suburban townhome. Once entering his abode he proceeded to kick off his jet black loafers, hang up the keys to his several year old Toyota, and leave the mail on his hallway table. Using the marvels of modern networking and with use of his PC, Tom arranged himself a date at a local pub and restaurant. Tom continued to kitchen, threw his sports jacket over one of the dinette chairs and loosened his tie. He walked back to his bedroom with an attached master bathroom and began to prepare himself for the events ahead. He allowed his imagination to run wild. What would this mystery woman, Diane, be like in the flesh? Were her profile pictures giving her beauty justice? He would know in less than two hours time.

After showering, with a towel strategically wrapped around his torso, Tom stood in front of the medicine cabinet and examined himself. Tom wasn’t one to be noticed in particular by the ladies. He had some extra baggage, weighing in just over 195 pounds on a 5’10’’ frame. Looking into the mirror, first deeply into his dark chocolate brown eyes, Tom ran his fingers through the musty blonde hair atop his head, which he noticed was beginning to bald. He wore no facial hair and immediately started addressing his 5’ o clock shadow. Careful not to miss a lone whisker, each stroke was as precise and careful as the next, like he was shaving the face of a newborn baby. After towel drying his face, Tom grabbed a miniscule pair of scissors that allowed him to trim the hairs protruding from his proportionately sized nose.

Once completing the grooming ritual in its whole, Tom had to pick the appropriate attire for his perfect date. After a time consuming deliberation, he was able to pick out a pair of jeans, a neutrally striped button up shirt, and a brown leather pair of shoes. He was ready. Tom was going to hunt down romance until it was his to keep. Tom grabbed his car keys off the wall, shut off the lights and slipped his key into the brass lock just as he had several hours prior. He left his townhouse with an intended final destination of love.

After finding a parking spot at the moderately priced restaurant, he ventured to the door. Walking into the party atmosphere, the aroma of two star entrees and cigarette smoke immediately filled his lungs. He wound through wait staff and made his way to the bar. He recognized Diane, as did she recognize him. She abandoned her place at the bar and began to approach Tom. Time slowed down, and each step she took sounded like a large crash of thunder from the worst storm imaginable. A drop of sweat fell down Tom’s forehead.

“Hey there,” she started. “Are you Tom?” He wasn’t ready.

“No,” he replied. Most prominently wearing all insecurities on his sleeve, and quite anxiety ridden, Tom left the bar.

In no way is this a final copy, but as final as I could make it before the presentation this afternoon. I hope you enjoyed it.

50 Cent sues for Advertisment, Emotional Distress

2007-07-25T14:45:00.000-06:00

So get this. 50 Cent, aka Curtis Jackson is suing an advertisement company for their game titled "Shoot the Rapper" You know those fun little games at the top of MySpace where their pathetically easy to win and you never win the prize without going through a ton of bullshit? Well he's citing that by this company making money off of his image, he's gone through emotional distress due to his prior near death experience (he got shot 9 times, for everyone that's been living under a rock since 2000) So, I agree with him, no one should be using his image, animated or not, to make money off of, especially under the violent circumstances. But wait a minute? 50 Cent raps, "I scream fuck the cops, ride around with my glock / Test my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck that box," in his song 'Fully Loaded Clip' off his recently new album 'Curtis'. Is that his testimony for court? Sounds like 50s got a double standard to me. And it probably is safe to say it isn't the first time rappers have used double standards. So he's very emotional about his victimization through gun violence, but yet he is rapping to teens about rebelling against law enforcement and 'testing' out his semi-automatic weapon on his 'bitch'? That doesn't really seem to make sense to me, but I guess a judge will have to make the call on that.

Lindsay Lo---Blowhan?

2007-07-25T09:35:00.000-06:00

Well just as we thought the notorious party/coke-fiend had finally had her last stint in rehab and was finally going to behave, we get this. I'm really at a loss of words, I mean come on. Intoxicated Lindsay chases down her assistant's mom through the streets of Santa Monica. The mom called the cops and Lo and behold Lohan blows a .12, well over the legal limit and is also found to be in possession of cocaine! Now who knows what will happen to her, experts are saying a maximum of 6 years in jail (transporting and possessing blow is a felony, folks). And here we were all applauding and saying good for you as she willingly wore an alcohol monitoring device and was pictured drinking water at clubs... so much for that. Honestly, I hate to say it, but I don't want to see these girls in jail, I mean come on they entertain us with all their little escapades that are captured for the local 6 o'clock news. I think Paris' sentence was outrageous for the typical sentence of driving with a suspended license, but oh well, she's already served her time. I would really like to see Lohan and Richie using their celebrity status to shoot anti drug campaigns and use their notoriety to try to clean up the streets. Maybe in a perfect world. The least they can do is shell out a couple million to AA and NA, things like that. I really hope that she can receive the help that she needs.

a Video from Beattyville

2007-07-23T13:50:00.001-06:00

I posted this one a while ago, but check out the video from Steak and Shake en route to Beattyville, KY! Complete with a Lily Allen soundtrack....

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2007-06-21T11:02:00.001-06:00

Just finished cleaning and restoring an old church built in 1922. Cut grass, pulled weeds. Hard work all day! Very hot and sweaty.

2007-06-20T20:16:00.001-06:00

So its the end of day four in beattyville. So tired! Worked about a eight hour day in some nice weather. Now im sitting watching the cruis

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2007-06-17T20:24:00.001-06:00

so its nearly the end of day 1 here in kentucky. Not too bad seeing as we haven done any real work yet. Let us see what tomorrow will bring...

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2007-06-16T16:39:00.001-06:00

After like 12 hours of travelling on a bus with a few stops, we have finally reached the airport in Lexington, Kentucky. We have to pick up a bunch of vans and side for another hour ane a half to Beattyville!

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2007-06-16T10:50:00.001-06:00

At a steak and shake somewhere in indiana

Beattyville, KY

2007-06-16T01:05:00.000-06:00

It feels so weird that in a few hours, I, along with nearly 50 other people, will be boarding a bus to ride for 10 hours to the rural Lee County of Kentucky, where we will be working for a week in a small town called Beattyville. For me, this trip holds a lot of meaning, being that rather than making monetary donations, we will actually be able to work with Habitat for Humanity, and better the town with our own hands.
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Thats my sentimental part of it. The trip should be a ton of fun and I'm really looking forward to the experience. The most fun will be filming a little quasi-documentary like the Simple Life. What we will we ever do without 1000000 channels, Myspace at our fingertips, and our cell phones implanted onto our hands? Over the course of the next week, we will find out...so keep checking back for updates along the trip.

Just to give you an idea, this is a town of about 1200 people, the size of Waukesha West. The average household income is around $25,000 and the average house will sell for about $65,000. Less than 100 of the individuals in the town have gone further than high school for education.

Compare that to the nearly 8,000 people living in the Genesee area, where the average household income is nearly $80,000 a year. Of the 8,000 nearly 2,000, or a quarter of the people have went on to college.

http://www.beattyville.org/

Arrivederci!

2007-06-10T23:13:00.000-06:00

there isn't really much i can say except that for the past eight years, we have allowed one of the best television shows yet to enter our homes every sunday night. i don't want to give away anything, but there is so much more that david chase leaves for us to decide. a sequel or movie perhaps? we will have to wait and see.

1999-2007

BT Poetry

2007-05-31T17:44:00.000-06:00

Here is some poetry from the great BT, Becky Tremmel...

Carnival Time
I love this place
its so much fun!
all weekend long
high in the sky
not a care in the world
just me and my carnival

Jack the Ripper
take your time for now
for soon destruction will come

Monkey
Stephen knew
Billy knew
I knew
For we are ~~fortune tellers~~ ^^{mind readers}.

Sausage
~~Jack~~
suck it.

Asian
He watches her
She sips her tea
She doesn't know he is watching
until he kills her.

Abyss
Sugar can taste good
I don't like it at night, though
save a cup fer me.

Jerry Springer.

2007-04-10T15:14:00.000-06:00

Don't we all love this guy? Isn't it a guilty pleasure of everyone to be watching this daytime hour of chaos? Who needs soap operas and the news when we can see all the secrets revealed in an hour of quality Jerry Springer programming. I think psychologically, its good for us on a certain level, certainly not the content of the show, but any daytime program we watch makes us feel good because we know that these great shows are only on when we're normally at work or school, and if we're watching it, we're skipping out of something. Thats what spring breaks are for, watching daytime television. Well not all day, just the at 12 pm on channel 24.

and what if we can't make real music?

2007-04-02T17:35:00.000-06:00

okay, so don't get mad at me or criticize me before you finish reading. i really like that guitar hero game. well guitar hero 2 if you want me to be exact about it. i'm not the best player at it, only have beaten medium so far, but its a really fun game nonetheless. i was telling people about my new discovery, which really isn't all that new, and they seemed to roll their eyes in some sort of disbelief. they're point is, "so what if you can play a guitar video game. why don't you just play the real thing?" well, maybe i can't. i think that if we had the choice, we'd probably be singing rather than playing singstar, or dancing rather than playing dance dance revolution. but the point is maybe we can't, and we like the cushy feeling that these games give us into believing that we can.

oh oh. so i had this idea. you know how they've made singstar for singing, ddr for dancing, guitar hero for jamming and donkey konga for drumming right? well what if they melded them into some sort of multi player super game where it was like an entire band and everybody had their own separate things to do, but yet it was all together like a band. i'm sure there would probably be people like, "well why don't you just start a real band then?" well maybe we don't have the talent to do so. we just want to have fun playing a video game. well, i think that would be a great idea, and i'm sure you'll see something like that coming sometime soon.

the point is, i think that everybody likes these simulation games because it gives us a false sense of reality, and its a surreality that we all enjoy. i mean isn't that why people love the sims and its so addicting? we like to be in control of something that, in reality, we may not be. let's all just flip on the game station once in a while and have some fun.

beneficial music for our society.

2007-03-13T10:00:00.000-06:00

well i went to see one of the bands whom i am currently an fan for, the scissor sisters, this past friday at the riviera, a small riverside or pabst-like theatre on the north side of chicago. it was a great show, from the opening song Paul McCartney to the encore of their new hit I Don't Feel Like Dancing, which arises the mood from everybody to get on the dance floor. jake, ana, the whole band was very energetic and not the least bit shy to hide their raunchiness. well worth the wait of two hours past the 7pm curtain time. theres always that pre-conceived notion that any band will not perform live as well as they sound on CD, and that serves as the bench mark for what deems a band "good". the scissor sisters passed this mark and exceeded it quite a bit, almost giving me the thought that any sort of recording medium doesn't do the band justice. i can't wait to see what the junior album will have to offer, its unpredictable at this point, but certainly anticipated!

got a devil's haircut...

2007-03-05T22:38:00.000-06:00

well, i finally cut off my suave slicked back hair for a shorter style. its not too drastic, but its a nice change a bit more manageable. but enough about myself. down to the real hard hitting news of the day. anna nicole's burial. ha, i can't even go through with that, it would be a mock to my little integrity that remains. but let me just say that her burial was fabulously pink, the casket being decked with a rhinestone studded shroud.

what does everyone thing about anne coulter calling john edwards a faggot? i think that it is an insult to the integrity, whatever integrity they have on either side of the political spectrum, but especially to the conservatives. i guarantee you that everyone can laugh about the word faggot, but had anne coulter been talking about barack obama and the word nigger had come into play, that the nation would be in a state of political and social upheaval. i'm not going to start preaching, but its just something to take into consideration. :-/

oh well, i have a Shakespearean sonnet to memorize by 1pm tomorrow. i've got the first couple lines:

No, time thou shalt not boast that I do change.
Thy pyramids built up with newer might.
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
They are but dressings of a former sight.

That's all I've got for about 20 minutes of memorization tonight. I better get a going.

the new y2k?

2007-03-04T21:57:00.000-06:00

i hope everybody has had a great start to march.

if you didn't know, thats alright, because i am about to inform you. daylight savings time has been pushed forward drastically this year, and will start on march 11th, which is this coming up sunday. which, in my opinion, isn't a problem, it could even be called great. a lot more daylight during the summer, days are longer, everyone can leave their seasonal affective disorder to rest, we're all happy. not the computer nerds. remember y2k? if not, i'll inform you quickly. it was this big computer scare in 2000, which basically was supposed to be a d-day for all computer networks, computers weren't going to be able to handle the millennial switch, and everything would go haywire and set itself back to 1900. banks, the internet, everything in civilization that relied on computers would all of a sudden cease to work. it was going to be pandemonium, chaos as soon as the clock stroke twelve. and...it didn't happen. which is a good thing right? so y2k didn't happen, but we were really scared about it for a while. so now we have this march 11th thing. for the past 30 years, personal computers have been set to handle daylight savings time a certain way. now that this march 11th is creeping up, all the IT people are rushing around making patches for everyday programs that handle DST, and if they don't run properly everyone will be fucked. so that should be something to look forward to this weekend. if no one is online this sunday, i think we'll know why, ;-D.

i went to the dells this weekend at the chula vista resort and had myself a good 'ole time. i would recommend going to stay there, especially in the condos, because the whole resort is newly remodeled and there are decently sized indoor and outdoor waterparks to be used by the guests.

take care of yourselves.

and the oscar goes to...

2007-02-26T00:30:00.000-06:00

well, i watched all four plus hours of the academy awards this evening plus all of the red carpet coverage from about 3 pm on. i am just very very glad that mr. martin scorsese, one of my personal favorite directors, has finally received the title and honor that he has been what seems like fraudulently denied for so many years. his film, the departed, won the oscar for best picture as well. i'm not going to go into what people were wearing, because i don't have the energy to go over all of the different looks, etc, but i must say what the fuck was perching on nicole kidman's shoulder? its not christmas, so she should have put her christmas bow away before coming to the show. i must say that i saw asymmetrical elements as an underlying theme with all of the dresses designs. and what was up with jack nicholson shaving his head bald? i liked jack with a little head of hair, its better than nothing.

the snow is so heavy. it was snow at first, then it began to warm a tad, and the falling snow turned to rain, adding water to the snow, making it a million times heavier than it was. forget this ugly weather and the cold snow that it is bringing along with it. no more blizzards, let's just let the warm and dry weather push its way through.

the week is anew, let's make the best we can of it. wishing everybody a great one.

le film du sports.

2007-02-21T17:45:00.000-06:00

here's a video madison, ashley, kayla and i put together for the sports section of french II. more day to day details to follow.

In Loving Memory

2007-02-08T23:08:00.000-06:00

1 9 6 7 - 2 0 0 7

Not a Sunday for Da Bears.

2007-02-04T02:14:00.000-06:00

I really wanted them to win, I really did. I guess not even the rain could slow down the Colts this Superbowl Sunday. At first, we started watching rather inattentively, because, come on, what happens in the first minute of a game on an ordinary Sunday? They make a touchdown within 14 seconds of the game starting, and I'm thinking, yup, we've got this game handled. Apparently not. I thought that we always had a running chance of making a comeback throughout the end of the second quarter till about 11 minutes of the third, at which point I realized the game was over. But I think more importantly, everyone is overlooking an important point: The Bears still made it to the Superbowl! And I think that because they lost, people don't acknowledge that feat of strength. Every game has to have a loser, and it happens that the Bears lost this one. Who knows, now that Favre is coming back for yet another year, all of us Wisconsinites can only pray that the Packers might play somewhat decently this coming season. We will only know as each Sunday comes upon us this fall.

On a side note, although the game may have been somewhat dreary and dismal, the halftime show was fucking amazing. If Prince's career doesn't make a comeback from that performance, than I have no perception of reality any longer. How appropriate that Mother Nature would give us Purple Rain on such a night. The stage, pyrotechnics, choreography, and most importantly music, was exceeding the expectations of a halftime show. I think it even moreso shows the true artist that is Prince. I'm sure if it was some prissy Beyonce or Christina Aguilera they would have had agents on the phone if they knew it was raining. Not prince, he was out on the stage in his Cobalt suit, Orange button up and Doo-Rag giving his heart away through song this Sunday evening. Satisfying enough to me.

another new video.

2007-02-03T00:41:00.000-06:00

this is also recently old. monica becky and i were studying chemistry and comedy ensued as always.

Chem Study

the backseat driver.

2007-01-29T22:19:00.000-06:00

allright so a month ago i took out the video cam and just filmed about 2 hours + worth of random footage on a night out with monica and becca. these are their stories. ha, without further adieu, i give the backseat driver.

the backseat driver.

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The Shepherd.

2007-01-28T23:24:00.000-06:00

Everyone should be reading the Shepherd Express. Now, by last weeks cover, don't think it to be some crazy liberal paper. That it is not. Its a free paper to start. And its packed with thought provoking articles, and a great guide to the latest music scene in Milwaukee, as well as Art, dinner places, movies, and lots of the Milwaukeean culture. Is Milwaukeean right? I should know, but oh well. Us living out in Waukesha, it might be a little harder to get your hands on a copy, but I've found that they're distributing farther and farther from the city. So you could probably go to Pick'n'Save in Brookfield, a Panera bread, I think I saw it at Noodles this Friday. But make an effort to go out and pick up an issue, the new ones come out every Thursday. That's really all I want to say right now. Well all that I want to say that is worth something.
http://www.shepherd-express.com

Angry People.

2007-01-26T23:20:00.000-06:00

What is the point of being angry? Sort of a rhetorical question, I suppose. Maybe I should rephrase that. I guess anger is a natural emotion that all humans feel and are entitled to feel. But what is the point of being "angry at life" or starting an argument just for the sake of starting an argument? Why do people feel this need to clash with other people for almost a sense of amusement? It puzzles me, really. Maybe I might be the "cockeyed" optimist, but I see sense in putting the argumentative angry energy into something more positive, something that can be used to amuse yourself or put it into a creative form of energy, thats not sending a negative vibe to anyone. I guess I'm just thinking about that today.

I had therapy with Dr. Ray today. My first therapy experience in a while. It wasn't really productive, because I don't see myself as having problems that need another individuals help with fixing. So, we didn't really work on anything except introducing myself. I saw it as a waste of both my time and his. But, nonetheless, he is a pretty cool therapist, and I think that it might be a good idea to start some kind of relationship with a therapist, that way in case an issue arises that would need professional help, I have the resources needed. Oh well.

As I'm reading this back, I think it sounds emo or something, but oh well. Ha, I'm watching Chappelle's show, and they're doing this black knowledge game show called 'I Know Black People!' The question is, "Why do Black people like menthols so much?" And the white girl answers, "I Don't Know." And Dave says, "Correct, no one knows." Made me laugh. Haha, I found a clip on the Youtube, so its under the post. Me Courtney and Amber went bumming around tonight, and I discovered that I really don't like Noodles and Company. I figured that there might be sandwiches there and stuff besides noodles, but sadly, not really. It was my first time to Noodles and I was really dissatisfied. But oh well. Then we went to Starbucks and Target followed. I took a bunch of "decisive moment" pictures for Photo. This is getting kind of boring, so adieu.

blah blah blah.

2007-01-24T20:17:00.000-06:00

"Blah, blah, blah. Blah Blah Blah, more money, blah blah, more troops to Iraq." That was the State of the Union address in a nutshell.

Well there is this new thing. Paris Hilton moved a while back. In doing so, she opened up a 6,000 square foot storage bin to put some of her stuff in while moving. She failed to pay the bill of $208, a couple weeks later after being unable to contact Miss Hilton, the storage company auctioned off her belongings. Now they have all been digitally scanned and entered onto the premium website, http://www.parisexposed.com, which costs about $40 bucks a month to partake in. Crazy as it sounds, I want to see this stuff. Its an invasion of privacy that will bring her majesty down to a more human level. I'll wait till a bunch of the stuff gets leaked.

So we're taking photos of each other in the portrait studio in Photo. Kayla is my subject, and we will be collaborating our artistic creativity to come up with something very original, creative, and very spunky. I want it to be very visually powerful as far as colors go, something that really pops to the eyes and brings out a certain emotion from each color. That would be pretty interesting to me.

Did anyone catch the full two hours of American Idol tonight? Sadly, I did. What can I say, there was good, and there was lots of bad. Pretty amusing, but also sad to see what denial these unfortunate people are suffering from. I just hate how the show itself hypes about a certain audition for the entire duration, and then that anticipated audition is shown near to, if not, last and doesn't even live up to its expectations. Ugh and Ryan Seacrest. You know what, fuck Ryan Seacrest. That's right, I said it. I don't really like that man. Oh well, I suppose I should live with him in this hustle bustle world with the ever changing positions that call for a 4 foot tall out of work television host on the American Idol, off-season.

While in the listening lab, Paige and I created our own radio show today, third hour. It was quite amusing. Traffic report, weather, and all.

The power ball jackpot is rather large tonight.

Bears. Superbowl.

2007-01-22T01:02:00.000-06:00

Great game this afternoon. Then it is decided, the Bears are going to the Superbowl. That's really all I have to say about that, in Forest Gump's words.

Oh and Hilary Clinton. Running for president in '08. If I could vote for her, I really would. I mean my views on the whole political spectrum tend to be a little wishy washy, sometimes conservative other times liberal. But Hilary really is the go get them kind of woman. And, Bubba would be back in the White House. And this time he doesn't have to run the country, he's just there for the ride. The First Man. He's sleeping in, and watching cartoons on Saturday morning. Plus all of the interns a guy could want. But on a serious note, despite the lying, Clinton was one of the more humanitarian presidents, and did a lot of work with foreign policy and such. It would be nice to see them back in the White House for a few terms.

Ahh this weekend was good nonetheless. I'm not too happy about returning to school tomorrow, especially because people at KM have off tomorrow. I need an additional day off after the tiring weekend. Oh well, more more caffeine. I wish I could have it intravenously. That would be nice.

Anti-depressants are passe.

2007-01-18T19:00:00.000-06:00

Yes they are. Why has our generation of beings come to a point where at the slightest problem, the family doctors are ready to pounce on a prescription pad and write it out for Zoloft, Paxel, Prozac, what have you. It really disgusts me. I've been prescribed them before, but for a needing cause. I have since ceased to use them for my growing dislike of the way our culture uses them as a "fix all" for any problem. Hello people! If someone is depressed, shouldn't they solve the problem rather than using some chemical to alter their state of being, no longer being individually recognizable by the people around them? Fuck it doc, right me a script. We are such a Prozac happy nation right now. Oh, which reminds me that I have therapy tomorrow. Wait, but do I go to therapy? No. This'll be a first. Maybe Dr. something can help me through whatever ailments I have at the moment. Only time will tell, I suppose. You could call that my rant for the week.

Onto more exciting news. Ashley got a job. I suppose I should mention that. Oh and I watched a movie today when I got home. Well actually it was a fun day. I went to Panera with Haley and Madie and Rachel and two other friends of theirs, whom I have already forgotten their names. They discovered my genetic talent to mock the voice of a ghetto person, and we then put it to use through the telephone. Oh, a book alert of sorts. Its a book that shares the real life sign language that we should all know. Forget the abc's, we need to know how to hook up with a deaf person. The book is called "Hand Jive: American Sign Language for Real Life" and it has all of the "cool" signs that we should have learned in gym rather than the ABCs and asking for water. I got a kick out of reading portions of it this afternoon.

Exams were a success. A's on all of them thus far. I have one that is yet to be graded, and I am the slightest bit weary about the results. I think I know what I was doing, but I have this feeling that I may have been wrong. Tomorrow is supposed to be my day off. However, therapy has screwed me over so far, and I haven't even been into the office yet. I was originally scheduled for an 11:00 appointment, which wasn't too bad, but then it got pushed to 2 pm. Great. I can tell I'm going to love it. I feel like such a normal going to this place. Its called Cornerstone, and almost everyone that I know that goes to therapy goes to Cornerstone. I think one of my old teachers even goes to Cornerstone. Maybe we'll meet each other there. But otherwise, all is well. Look out weekend, and you know the rest.

Round 1.

2007-01-16T06:15:00.000-06:00

EDIT:
What the fuck was Cameron Diaz wearing?!

Here we go, exams are in just over an hour from now. So I hope I do well, even though to be honest I barely studied enough. The Golden Globes were good though. Let's see if I can remember, Forest Whitaker and Helen Mirren took home the trophy for best Actor and Actress in a Drama flick, while Sacha Baron Cohen (otherwise the character who played as Borat) and Meryl Streep took home the award for best Actor and Actress in a comedy role. It was entertaining to see all of the stars out and in one place, and how they interact with each other. They kept checking on Brangelina every couple of minutes with their cameras, its a shame that we don't see poor Jenn at these type of things anymore. But oh well. Hollywood does like their skanky, eccentric, "lets adopt another baby from Africa" couples!

So today I have Algebra II, Chem, and Francais. I get out around one, so that should be nice. I have a feeling that I won't do too bad. Sims figured out what everyones grade would be with an 84% (C) on the Semester exam. It turns out I'd still have a 95% (A) if I scored a C, so I'm not too worried. And for Math I have these coupons where you can add 10% to your exam, so I figured even if I get an 80 on that, I can use the 10% to get a 90, and be happy with a good grade.

Wish me luck.

Procrastination does suck indeed.

2007-01-14T21:32:00.000-06:00

Procrastination does suck indeed. Its 9:34 in the pm, and I still have several essays to write. Wow, I could have started these perhaps Friday or last week, but no, I wait till about 6 Sunday evening to begin my work. And, finals are this week, for which I have barely studied yet, and I don't know what I am to do. On the contrary, I'm pretty proud of myself for achieving As for all of my classes. And fuck everyone whose got something to say about it. I guess I'm pretty much MySpace addicted, and my addiction to the internet is even proving right now, as I type on Blogger rather than working on my English essay. It'll probably be one of 'those' nights. The nights where I stay up until daybreak working on stuff, all jazzed up on caffeine and God knows what else. Oh well. I guess its a part of my life that I will have to live with for now, until I can change. I got some new books today at the Barnes and Noble. One of them is entitled 'The Dog Dialed 911' a compilation of the past 10 years of semi-interesting court documents and what not. All thanks to the kind people from the Smoking Gun. Oh, and then for a more stimulating book, I bought something quite interesting entitled 'Hello, I'm Special: How Individuality Became the New Conformity' by Hal Niedzviecki. Should be quite the interesting read. Oh well, I've procrastinated quite a bit more than I should have already, and here I go again. I'm done.

n

Project Playlist. and MySpace verbage.

2007-01-13T15:19:00.000-06:00

So after much deliberating, I finally finished building my Project Playlist. I got one in November, I would say, and never really much payed attention to it. But then last night, with nothing to do better once returning home from Amberbabes, I decided to finish the task. And I like it alot, I can just throw it on and listen to my own music while surfing other people's MySpace and hope that others will follow in my footsteps.

So Amber and I were speaking over the telephone the other night and we were deliberating over whether MySpace is a verb as well. For example, "Hey Jimmy, what are you doing?" "Oh, I'm just MySpacing." Seems correct right? Oh, and when you want to tell someone to check your's out, do you say "Check out my MySpace," or just, "Check out MySpace." We want to know from you! So drop a comment or whatever and let me know what your answer is to this question. It is important that this question is addressed soon. Oh and also, Amber seems to think that the 'S' should not be capitalized in MySpace, so it should rather be spelled Myspace. I'm not sure about that one either.

Exams, exams. Coming up next Tuesday. So I'm studying. A tad. Well, a lot, but not to full capacity. I should be though. I really need to work on my Speech for the English final. Its supposed to be about a fear that I have overcome. I'm sure I'll get it down before Thursday, thats a ways out. I guess I'm going out to dinner tonight, with Meggles. Oh, how its been a while. How I love the randomness of any blog!

n

Gone Phishing.

2007-01-10T19:38:00.000-06:00

I've been had, and I'm quite upset by it actually. Usually, I am pretty keen when it comes to computers and what not, I am always the one warning people that they have been phished on MySpace, and telling them to change their password, etc., etc. Well, today I was phished. And I did not even realize that I had been. Usually whenever I stupidly enter my password in one of the fake MySpace pages, I automatically go to my password settings and change it up a bit to prevent fraud. One of 'em must of slipped past me. So I log on seeing that I've posted bullitens about my nude pics from some wild pool party. Not true, whatsoever.

So my all nighter pulled on Monday? Never was necessary. I only found out Tuesday, seventh hour that the medieval story was not due until the following day. But it was probably for the best, really gave me a reality check as to how I am as far as completing long term assignments. Today, Mr. Anderson asked us if he gave an assignment with a due date set as "all due speed", when would we finish it? I raised my hand when he called out "the last day possible." I was pretty happy with my story though, and I was just able to turn it in on Wednesday, like I had worked on it the previous weekend as was finished as could be.

Oh and then the bus was late. Like 20 minutes late, pretty ridiculous right? Madie says shes going to find a ride, which I sort of doubted, then I call her to see if she got one, says yes, and she's leaving without me. Bitch. So I called my mother and waited with Meg and Allie who were very desperately figuring ways to change their schedule so they would be together in some sort of class. There was no way I was going to wait outside for the bus in the cold. (The bus did end up coming, like I said about 20 or so minutes late)

Then there is Sims, my chem teacher. He is a character. I randomly feel like adding him into my blog today. I saw him leave the building today, he was wearing a little holiday hat. I decided to donate a small section to him, with a cleverly drawn caricature, whose quality is poor and lacking (hey, I'm not a drawer/painter, I'm a photographer!)

Well, I'm at work, if you can believe that, and I should probably be working. So as Sims would say: 3 days till finals!

n

The Hero Knight Story.

2007-01-09T08:22:00.000-06:00

Yes. I am running on no sleep. Well 35 minutes of slumber, actually. So that is a little, but barely enough. I'm basically running on caffeine among other things. I had to stay up because I put off this paper that is due today, and it was like a nine page fictional medieval story. So I've been using Lady this and Lady that, and noble sire for the past five hours. Plus I was interrupted by my story writing by Becky n Monica, who desperately needed help with Chemistry. So there was a study break for an hour or so or however long they stayed. We did make a funny video, though. I'll put it up tonight if I can find the time. Heres my story. I'm off to school!

Sir Lionel and the Giants
Noah Ford
After being reunited with Sir Lancelot, Lady Elaine of Benoic thought it was appropriate to hold a feast and celebration to mark the end of her search for her son, whom was given up to the Lady of the Lake when Claudas attacked the city of Benoic, and King Ban, birth father of Lancelot, had become gravely ill. This was to be a grand celebration for many royal people throughout the many kingdoms of Britain to enjoy. Those in attendance were to be such dignitaries as Evaine, sister of Elaine, King Bors, husband to Evaine, and their two sons, Sir Lionel and Sir Bors. An invitation to was extended to every person in the city of Benoic. Why, even the peasants and merchants were invited to partake in this gala as well.
* * *
As the commencement of the festivities was approaching, everyone was anticipating the grand entrance of Lady Elaine and Sir Lancelot, mother and son, hand in hand for the first time. But as the clock was approaching the eleventh hour, neither Lady Elaine nor Sir Lancelot had yet been seen by any of the guests at the late King Ban’s castle in the city of Benoic. After waiting a while longer, guests became restless and quite worried as to where the Lady and Knight were located. Finally, a squire came running through the gateway to the castle with a look of panic and shock smeared across his boyish face.
“Giants! I saw the creatures with my own eyes! I heard with my very own ears the cry of Lady Elaine and the aggressive battle cry of Sir Lancelot himself! Upon my venture to the castle, I saw the creatures heading westward into the night sky with the Lady and Knight in their possession! Our land cannot peacefully close its eyes in a slumber until these two people of honor have been rescued, the giants punished for their crime against the royal family, and the throne of Benoic safe once again! Whom shall take this noble and honorable quest of rescuing Lady Elaine and Sir Lancelot from their demise?” Naturally, Sir Lionel thought of his dear aunt Elaine, whom we loved dearly and felt a duty to rescue his lady. Lionel raised an arm and stood from his seat.
“I would be honored to indulge on this important quest. Not only to demonstrate the heroism, strength, and agility that I posses, but the love for my kingdom, Lady, and fellow knight as well. I hereby take an oath on the blood that dwells within me that I will not return alive without Lady Elaine and Sir Lancelot,” said he. A cheer erupted in the great hall of the castle, and Sir Bors raised his goblet of wine in honor of his brother. Thus the quest of Sir Lionel commenced.
* * *
Sir Lionel had been traveling for several hours by horseback, agile and ready to face any temptations or conflicts that might come along the way to Giant territory. Lionel processed the task at hand through is mind. He had come to realize that he had never been within ten feet of a full-bred giant. They were known to be foul attitude creatures of an aggressive nature. Sir Lionel only looked to the Lord in hopes that he would safely find his way to the den of the Giants, and find Lady Elaine and Sir Lancelot unharmed. Lionel had cured a great appetite since his departure, and developed an increasing hunger as he ventured on. Over each turn and bend he went over, his need for sustenance grew larger and larger until it was bearable no longer. Just as Sir Lionel became enthralled in his hunger fit, he faintly saw a beautiful woman in the distance. This vision gave him the inspiration to continue riding along, until he approached the woman. Beside her lay a table excessively filled with a feast fit for the late King. Turkey, potatoes, yams of the finest species, vegetables, pie, sausage, roast beef, warm bread all lay spread on the table for any man to begin to eat.
“Hello, brave knight. My name is Felicity, and I wish to offer you any of my good tidings for your long journey ahead,” she said to Sir Lionel.
The food looked so enticing to Sir Lionel, but he knew that he must trust no one until the Lady and Knight are safe and out of enemy captivity. “Ah Felicity, although I do appreciate your good offer, I must gracefully decline this, as I am on a quest and I could not bear to stop and dilly dally with gluttony when there is a helpless Lady and a imprisoned night to be rescued.” Lionel thought about just eating one leg from the turkey, but refused himself and moved onwards. The weather was fierce. It was a bitter frost, and Sir Lionel contained no feeling in the tips of his fingers nor the tips of his toes. Yet he knew he could not stop, and he carried onward, in search of the Giant nest, in hopes o rescuing his fair Lady while she might still be alive on this earth. Despite all of the fame and glory that would be in his honor upon returning, Sir Lionel could not help but feel a sense of remorse, in that he just felt like calling the quest off. Going home. Being with his friends and family, eating food, drinking sherry, and enjoying the many festivities.
A dark figured walked behind Sir Lionel, and upon turning his head, Felicity was at his side once again.
“Sir Lionel, you have endured great strengths of Mother Nature, can you take more of these demanding conditions? Lady Elaine and Sir Lancelot that you seek are safe I’m sure. He is one of the most glorified knights of the land, and surely he will be able to hold his own and find some way to escape the treacherous boundaries of the giants. You need to be home, to rest and regain your lost strength.” Felicity extended her arm out towards Sir Lionel. “If you grasp my hand, we can both return to the castle immediately, no pain or any more suffering to endure. Just grasp my hand, and we can be home in an instant,” she said to him. Oh! This offer was very truly enticing to Sir Lionel. He had only wished for food once and Felicity had been there to help him. He had wished to return home for only a few moments, and Felicity was at his side to help him in doing so. As much as he would very much so want to return home right now, Sir Lionel knew in his heart that not only would he be allowing Lady Elaine and Sir Lancelot to die very horrible and painful deaths, he would bring shame to himself and the family that he represents. He wanted none of this for himself nor his family.
“I must trust no man, woman, or being along my travels,” Lionel thought to himself. He blankly stared into Felicity’s mystifying eyes. He then stood from his seated position on the ground next to his horse. He took a step toward Felicity, then opened his mouth to speak.
“You are a very kind woman, and I would very much so like to partake in this wonderful offer that you have extended to me. However, it would be a selfish act and I would bring much shame to my family and myself. I am no longer concerned for myself on this journey, my thoughts belong to the welfare of my Lady and Knight, who are deemed to be helpless and in need of my Knightly services.”
“If you wish to decline my offer, may that be so. However, I do just have one request of you. Sir Lionel you are a virtually unknown Knight next to the likes of the great Sir Lancelot. But I do not wish to be with someone as vain as he. You are pure of heart, and I ask of you one kiss to the lips.” He stared into her eyes, pondering the innocently posed request. He looked at her fiery red lips and could no longer deny them. Sir Lionel embraced Felicity the Sorceress and fell into a hole of temptation that would move him further behind in his quest. Upon disengaging the lip lock, Sir Lionel felt a cold rush of blood to his head, and fell into a deep slumber. His weakened body fell to the ground, and he lay there, unconscious for several hours. For you see, Felicity the Sorceress was known in many kingdoms as being a temptress with a very great knowledge of the effects of opiates on human body. It was her great grandfather, Morpheus, god of sleep, who passed the knowledge from generation to generation in her family. She was a pagan of sorts, extradited from society for her refusal to participate in the practices of the Catholic Church.
Hours passed by, and eventually Sir Lionel awoke from his deep slumber. In dismay and some denial, he spent no time reminiscing over his acts of stupidity. He merely rose from the ground, sat upon his horse and continued into the night to rescue his Lady and Knight. At last, the moment of time came. He had reached the den of the Giants. The Giants had been upset for some time with the royal family of Benoic, for it was the late King Ban that had banished them from the land, in a great war, to their own existence in the lands far away from all glances of civilization. Surely the kidnapping of Lady Elaine and Sir Lancelot was a strike back at the family after their banishment some several decades ago. Lionel got down from his horse, and drew his sword, for he was entering the unknown. Immediately, he saw a Giant, enjoying a full sleep. Presumably this was the Giant who was supposed to be guarding the situation, and he had failed at his task. Lionel ran up behind the sleeping beast and slit his throat, leading to a very quick and relatively painless death, how ever much blood there might have been involved. He made his way into the Giants lair, and a thick musty aroma quickly filled his lungs. He closed his eyes for a moment, as the air began to sting his ocular cavities. Upon opening them, he was faced with his sought after enemy, with no choice to retreat. The battle began. Sir Lionel jabbed and swung his razor sharp sword about, lashing at the Giant. The Giant seemed to show no pain or reaction for that matter each time he was struck. A fully-grown Giant, such as this one, was easily seven to ten times the size of such a man as Sir Lionel. One lash out by the Giant knocked Lionel to the ground, and he was much pain. However, he stood again and began knocking blows to the Giants body, and it was working, but only to the smallest extent. Just as Lionel thought that all hope would be lost, a vision appeared before him. It was the sorceress to whom he had fell under temptation, Felicity. She appeared just before the giant and withdrew a small pouch from her robes. She poured out a small amount of powder and blew it in the face of the ogre-looking Giant. The Giant raised his arms in pain, discomfort and fury, but alas, he could no longer hold out. The Giant fell to the ground, and was presumably in a deep slumber, just as Lionel had been upon falling to Felicity’s temptation. Without a chance to utter a word from his mouth to the sorceress, she was gone. Just as easily as she had appeared, she had disappeared as well. Sir Lionel presumed that he was free to rescue the Lady and Knight. He found them; both bound to the base of a beanstalk, and immediately freed them from their bondage. Lady Elaine was in good health, but Sir Lancelot’s was failing. It appeared as though he had suffered several blows to the head, perhaps in a duel between himself and the Giants, and would require medical attention and healing from individuals back at the castle. Lady Elaine was exhilarated to see that her dearest nephew, Sir Lionel, had come to rescue her from her demise and capture by the Giants one banished from the land of Benoic.
“Do not speak, my Lady,” Sir Lionel began. “It is certain that I can feel you thanks and praise for the task that I have completed. You are in no state to be making speeches at this point in time, however. I need to you to get on my horse, and remain there for the remainder of the journey.” He picked up Lady Elaine and placed her atop his noble steed that had carried him from the lands of Benoic to the unknown territory of the Giants. Sir Lancelot was also placed atop Lionel’s horse, lying behind Lady Elaine. Sir Lionel was forced to walk alongside the steed for the journey home, but he felt no discomfort at all, for the rush and sense of glory and completing this quest made Sir Lionel forget about all of the troubles he had endured to get thus far.
* * *
The returned knights and Ladies welcome to the castle was a warm, festive and welcome one, however the entrance of Lady Elaine and Sir Lancelot was not the way it was intended to be. Guards and servants came rushing to the weakened Knight Lancelot, and immediately brought him to a chamber for resting, and to seek medical attention. Meanwhile, although many guests had left, there were still many to enjoy the feast that would commence thereafter and be enjoyed for ten days.
“I want to thank everyone who stayed in this castle tonight, who prayed for Sir Lancelot and I, and prayed that Sir Lionel would find his way and rescue his Lady and Knight without problem,” Lady Elaine said to the spectators. “May it be known my nephew Sir Lionel will be looked upon in a light anew from this day forward, for he has saved the lives of his Lady of Benoic, and one of Britain’s most respected and sought after knights, Sir Lancelot. Let it be known that honor and glory will be bestowed upon him till the day of his death, and until her death, Britain will never forget the noble tale of Sir Lionel and the Giants. May the feast hereby commence in his honor.” With those final words, the crowds began to feast, play music, tell of mighty ventures, and listen to Sir Lionel’s account of the exciting quest.

Ugh. My Noble Lord, Please Allow Me to Catch Sleep.

2007-01-09T06:27:00.000-06:00

Well, I have stayed up thus far tonight, and I am still diligently working on the English paper due tomorrow. I really need just 10 minutes to keep me going, but I know if I sleep, I will never wake up! Oh well. Can 3 of Rockstar starting...now.

n

Stay up till 6. Check

2007-01-07T05:08:00.000-06:00

Here I am, 10 after 5 on a Sunday morning. One of my resolutions will be completed in 50 minutes. Yes, I will be staying up till 6 or later today. Saturday was, interesting, nonetheless. I didn't wake up till 1 or so, and I went to bed at like 12.30 the night before, so its not like I was necessarily overtired, maybe I was just catching up on the sleep I lose on a regular schedule.

So I got the VIP treatment at Great Clips. This girl I know, Bri from my photo class works there as a hostess, greater, hair sweeper extraordinaire. It was an hour and a half wait, which did seem pretty extreme to me, but everyone else that was told that after me didn't seem to have as extreme as a reaction that I did. But she got me in with the best stylist there, and he did a nice job on it, got like 2 inches cut off if you can believe that. I have a really thick and full head of hair. But now its much subdued and it looks very clean cut, and I'm growing on it.

Went to dinner at this Italian ristorante in East Troy. Had crab-stuffed flounder, which is a really rich entree, and I found myself bursting at the seams with what was probably an 8 oz piece of meat. Much to my dismay, there was no french onion soup, which I live for, so I had to compromise with chicken dumpling.

Then I worked on homework. Again. Well that was later tonight. I still am infact. I did play SingStar with neighborhood pals to the point of losing my voice and just fucking up everytime I tried a new song, which was about an hour and 1/2 of playtime. I'm still a wee bit hoarse. Partied a small bit till like 3 or so with Patrick muh ole bud from those good days at KM.

Sudoku. Who takes pleasure in this awful Japanese torture device. I spent an hour or two doing 8 of them, about 20 minutes each I think. I may have spent more time, I'm not sure. That means 8 points of extra cred for math. It will come in handy when pushing my B+ to any form of an A. I can't believe its almost finals! I see people's away message like 'studying for finals' and I realize that it is only 9 days away from now. And thats real time no school days thing.

Ugh and what is it with these stupid blogs. No one reads them, and nor should they for this boring recap of my life, with maybe a few fun things stuck few and far between. Maybe its more of a therapeutic outlet, so that I'll have something to look onto and be like oh thats what I did there. I'm not sure.

n

Shit.

2007-01-04T22:08:00.000-06:00

Eh its a repeat. Damnit. Maybe next week then? The new Apprentice comes on this Sunday. That'll be good.

n

Nuff of these Motherfucking Snakes!

2007-01-04T21:56:00.000-06:00

Come on, I just realized that that was probably the movie quote of the year for 2006. "I've had enough of these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane." Hands down. The way Sammy boy even says it, he's so serious and pissed off at that point in time. Oh well. Anyways, Saddam's dead, Gerald's dead. Everyone is dying. But this new year is going to be great right?

Tonight, I tried something new. Doing my homework. Like sitting down for real, opening the laptop, hiding MySpace, and for real homework, in Word. Now its all printed out and I feel really proud of myself. Its all pristine: stapled, white paper, black ink, makes me feel good to know that I have accomplished something today.

I'm not sure if Grey's is new tonight, so I'll flip on the boob tube in a bit to check it out, I'm pretty sure they said there would be new episodes after the little vacation in December from everything. And you know what, for a while I haven't watched the Office, which indeed is a funny show. Way funnier than stupid My Name is Earl dumb shit that I hate. Despite Mr. Anderson's bad comment to the Office, I think its a unique show, well as unique as you can get for being the American counterpart of a very hilarious Brit sitcom.

Oh and something else. I think I'm going to read tonight. I got Hannibal Rising, the newest chapter in the exciting Hannibal Lecter saga from Thomas Harris, and it follows his childhood into being a young adult. I've gotten through about half of it when Christmas break was going on, and I need to finish the other half. Why doesn't anybody read anymore it seems like? I like to read books that interest me. Hannibal interests me. James Frey interests me. (still interests me even after everybody found out he lied about a few things) Which reminds me that Kayla made up this really funny joke in class regarding that subject the other day, but I forgot what she said. But anyways, everybody should pick up a good book. And just read.

The weeks gone by so fast, even for short week standards. It was Tuesday for a Monday, then its Wednesday, todays Thursday and tomorrow c'est finis. Which reminds me I have to finish part une of my francais final, an essay of sorts.

I also thought I'd like to stay up one night. All the way like 6 am. I mean I have before, but some day where staying up late isn't necessary. Maybe tonight? I'm really tired though, I'll see how that plays out. I think I'm going to run a virus scan on the laptop. Its been acting kind of strange lately.

Peace.

n

Farewell to 2006!

2006-12-31T18:44:00.000-06:00

Here we are, the 11th hour. I just find it kind of boggling that only 12 months ago, I was in the hospital, during Christmas break, and the only people I had to celebrate the New Years with was a few nurses, and Ryan Seacrest or whoever else was on the tv special from Times Square. Then I think about how many new experiences, new faces, and new opportunities have popped in and out during the year and I just want to take a moment to say thanks to everyone who makes each day something to look forward to in my life. 2006 had many great things to offer to me, and all in all, it was a great year. I hope that 2007 will open many more opportunities, and we can all party together at some point in the year to come! Take it easy!

n

I'm a Superstar.

2006-12-30T21:05:00.000-06:00

So after dinner last night with Monica n Becca, we went to Best Buy, where I picked up this really really cool game for the PlayStation. SingStar Rocks is the name of it. Its where you hook up these microphones and you karaoke to songs, then you're graded on how well you carried the notes and what not. Pretty addicting. I scored all the way up to Lead Singer, which is the highest ranking, I think? But that was just on one song, most of the other ones I got Wannabe or Hopeful scores. Nevertheless, its fun for you and a group of friends, or you can do the solo career option which is fun too. Makes for a great party game. Wow, Sony should be paying me for all this positive advertisement.

So I flip on the boob tube this evening and much to my delight AMC is showing the Exorcist trilogy into the wee hours of the morning. Now, pretty much after the first one, it all went downhill from there, pretty sucky movies, but that first Exorcist movie, I tell ya, when she's walking down the stairs all backwards and upside down it sends a chill up your spine. Lots of it can be comical after viewing it a few times but nonetheless, for a while, it was one of "those movies". The ones where you don't really want to watch it alone. Although, I think I've gotten to the point with this movie that I can watch it alone, in the dark, as long as theres another person somewhere in the house. Oh well.

n

"I Feel Good...."

2006-12-29T12:18:00.000-06:00

Yesterday marked James Brown's last performance at Harlem's historic Apollo theater. Take a moment to pay respect to the Godfather of Soul, James Brown, who passed on this Christmas day. After traveling by horse, his 24-karat casket was put on display to give fans, friends, and family a last chance to pay their dues. Long time friend Al Sharpton spoke at the visitation.

Snoop, Borat, and Kramer, oh my!

2006-11-29T16:46:00.000-06:00

Surprise, Surprise. Snoop Dogg, real name Calvin Broadus, was arrested last night after a taping of the Tonight Show, for illegal drug and gun possesion. Wow. This is like the third time in three months. First, in September, for carrying a collapsible baton in his suitcase at St. Ana's John Wayne airport, and a second time in October for similar weapon and gun charges at an airport in Burbank. I mean what can I say, Crips for life right? Upon getting stopped, there were two members in his car that were admittedly members of the "Rollin' 20s Crips" gang -- which I'm sure something all of us in suburbia should be really scared of. Traffic outside the Tonight Show studios was shut down for several hours while cops executed their search warrant of Snoop's vehicles. He was then put in jail for about 6 hours, being released at 1 am for a $50,000 bond. But whats Snoop saying? His lawyer says, "as of this point, he stands innocent of all charges." Fo' shizzle, my nizzle.

So yet another divorce in Hollywood. Instead of irreconcilable differences there should be a check box for Borat. Thats right folks, Kid Rock and Pamela Anderson are calling it quits after he saw her performance in Borat at a screening earlier this month. He was embarrassed by her behavior. I think I can stop there. I mean if I was Pamela, wouldn't I be kind of just embarrassed of Kid for no apparent reason? Its probably for the best though, now all of the single men from ages 10 to 80 have a chance once again. Am I right fellas? I think by now Kid should be able to take a joke, like for instance, his marriage to Pamela. And actually, she didn't do too bad of a job in that movie. It's probably one of the funniest movies of the year yet, in the raunchy, sexual, racist, and unspeakable humor category. An Oscar nominee for sure right? Maybe not.

Alright. So today, well yesterday, was the release of Seinfeld: Season 7 on DVD. Everybody loves Seinfeld right? Right. So people should be buying this right? No. Well they should be, but just aren't. I think we should all know by now that recently, Kramer, whose real name is Michael Richards, went on a little racist tirade at LA's Laugh Factory during a comedy act he was putting on. Now, African Americans are all up in arms against Kramer for repeatedly using the "n-word"¹ and are proposing several boycotts against the DVD. Ok, Kramer fucked up, but why should Jerry, Elaine, George, and the rest of the gang have to suffer for his mistake? Should fans of the show have to feel guilty for buying this greatly composed collection of the legendary 24 episodes? No they should not.

1. Nigger. Now all of a sudden people like Jesse Jackson are trying to get rappers and black comedians to completely drop this word from all of their material. Don't these people realize how big of a double standard they've set?