The All Time Low Times The All Time High of All Time Equals Good Times
Yeah, I've been fighting with an Excel formula all week long and I just gave up. Sort of like I gave up on this blog. Like I dumped it right, like a girlfriend...but then you're right back at her doorstep even though you know you shouldn't be but you're there anyway. Kinda like I shouldn't be posting a new blog. =countif(this:blog, "lame")+(counta(Todd:A, "dork")). I don't know...I have an idea... but I don't know know.
Check it, Respeck it
Late of the Pier is probably not on my Zune's most played list but it should be. Broken is the shitake without the ake. Listen to it, B!Whatever though, a couple of weeks ago in Indianapolis, Indiana (where I live at now, duh) the temperature looked like my overdrawn bank account...and then this week the snow was piled up to where I couldn't have made it to that girlfriend's doorstep I mentioned earlier...hypothetically. Oy vey, I've never been in weather like this but I'm holding up...beginner's luck.
I've seen thousands of movies this year already and the absolute worst was the one where that guy who played Jesus in Passion of the Christ, James Caviezel, crash lands on earth back in the day (Vikings) and fights some alien dragon amongst other things. Awful...if you are into that Sci-Fi channel BS you would probably rub one out to this flick but "it no bueno for me"...(that's what she said). I don't even want to mention the name of the movie Outlander or link to it's crappy site. It was the worst career move I've seen since I moved to Indiana, Aye Dios Mio!...just kidding.
Speaking of Spanish, one of the best I've seen so far was Madea Goes to Jail the subtitled Che with Benicio del Toro. Its self explanatory. I only saw the first part, but at the Midtown Art Cinema they are showing both installments next weekend. I wont be there, if i was there I'd be there but since I'm not I wont...I'll probably just dl it from Demonoid.
I cant find this one...anywhere
The Only Way I Could Beat Them Was To Punch Them In the Face As Hard As I Could
Konichiwa Bitches! Did you know I spoke French? Now you do. Did you know if you have a milkshake, and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw, and my straw reaches across the room, and starts to drink your milkshake. I...drink...your...milkshake! I drink it up! And I don't even like milkshakes. That's from my 7th favorite film eva, There Will Be Blood.
when I bought this pair of shoes, I thought how it would look up your ass the next time you spoke to me. survey sez...go to their ace siteNow that its back to school time for many, I reflect on my greatest achievement...dropping out and owing $13,000. What's the big deal??? Its called pissing in the wind, but cutting off in mid-stream. Do it one day soon or you will end up like these douchers...
The Security of Your Shit
Burn After Reading is the upcoming flick from Joel and Ethan. Following up NCFOM might be pretty tough if the Coen Brothers wanted to make another NCFOM, but thank-godly Burn After Reading is not another NCFOM. The descriptionist kinda packages the film into the 'dark-comedy' genre cliche but what from the Coen's is not dark? Even their slot in Paris, je T'aime was somewhat on the dark side. Let's not review a 2 minute trailer though, I'm ultimately going to see it.
Doctors know some patients needing lifesaving care won't get it in a flu pandemic or other disaster. The gut-wrenching dilemma will be deciding who to let die...To prepare, hospitals should designate a triage team with the Godlike task of deciding who will and who won't get lifesaving care, the task force wrote. Those out of luck are the people at high risk of death and a slim chance of long-term survival. But the recommendations get much more specific, and include:-People older than 85.-Those with severe trauma, which could include critical injuries from car crashes and shootings.-Severely burned patients older than 60.-Those with severe mental impairment, which could include advanced Alzheimer's disease.-Those with a severe chronic disease, such as advanced heart failure, lung disease or poorly controlled diabetes.
The Pretty Fucking Aceness
The Continuous Life Moving Through Light
A quick preface, in which one should receive a timely update in the matter of my life...still a dork.
Shit, this writing strike that I have been piggybacking is now over. When readers asked why I haven't updated this blog, my reply was that I was expressing solidarity with the WGA. My debunked excuse did not travel far as it is obvious that I and the members of the WGA operate in seemingly different worlds...and then there is the fact that I do not receive compensation for this regurgitation of complete lameness from one may not ever recover. I have no protest and will just allow nature to take its ill-advised course on a poorly designed, though eco-efficient slow train to crash and burn...this is my mind.
I saw In Bruges with Colin Farell, Ralph Fiennes and Brenden Gleeson this weekend. Not 'with' them...they starred in the film which was shot 'on location'. Aren't all movies filmed 'on location' anyway? I believe what is meant is the filming is done where the actual setting of the story takes place, in this case Bruges, Belgium. Never heard of it, right? Pretty much the premise of the film. There's a lot more to it though, Colin Farell's reluctance and Ralph Fiennes' intensity are fucking hilarious and Brenden Gleeson's humaness balances them both for a largley entertaining and enjoyable veiwing at Midtown Art Cinema with old bears who reached extreme decibles with the slightest giggle. Okay, I exaggerated the latter but the movie is brilliant. If you go, make sure you pronounce In Bruge like 'broozh' so you don't look like an ass. I didn't mispronounce it, I'm just an ass...wysiwyg [what you see is what you get].
Of the actors, actresses and films nominated in next week's Oscar presentations, I'll be rooting for; Emile Hirsch for Best Actor from Into The Wild [shafted, although I did not see Daneil Day Lewis in There Will Be Blood], Javier Bardem for Best Supporting Actor from No Country For Old Men, Ellen Page for Best Actress from Juno, Juno [credit Diablo Cody for writing] for best original screenplay, and The Darjeeling Limited for Best Picture [again, shafted. I haven't seen There Will Be Blood]. Seriously, I think No Country For Old Men will win. Juno was good and all, but I'm just saying...
Normally I listen to bands that not many know exist, and then when they break through I'm so done with them. This time, Meet Me In St. Louis met their demise before I could get a good word out about them. The lead vocalist dropped out months ago and more recently the drummer threw his sticks in. I've fancied them for some time now and will onward because they still kick the shit out of my playlists.
good to be back
The Clockwork Just Doesn't Add Up
...dude! Its like been a month of semi-professional procrastination only a gent such as myself can successfully pull off, or put on. The illegitimate excuse I will use from my arsenal of excuses would be that I was just too busy becoming a bad ass. In my experience the nice guy that I am is bringing me a lot of shit luck and not getting me anywhere. This bad ass thing is harder to pull of as one may think. So far my resume contains:
- partaking in the murder of numerous packets of Orbitz chewing gum
- planning on planning to get a rebellious tattoo inked into my arm
- planning the second tattoo before getting the first
- waiting 3 days before Christmas to do Christmas shopping
- leaving my office a mess while I'm out for vacation for the next 2 weeks
- that experience with Peroni ... probably shouldn't be on this list
There must have been some type of equinox this past Tuesday because I was lucky enough to attend a screening of the movie Juno at the Midtown Art Cinema. I wasn't sure how big of a turn-out there would be so to ensure we got seats I skipped out of work a little early and arrived to 8th & Monroe a whole two and a half hours early. Suffice to say I was the first one there. I updated my accomplice, had half of the best chicken quesadilla ever from Whole Foods, and grabbed a Creative Loafing and waited like an eager douche bag in the parking lot. When Jeni arrived we still had an hour to spare so we toured the neighboring Trader Joe's and if she was an alcohol consumer like myself we would have hit The Independent...because their jukebox plays Bloc Party. Anyway, the movie was one of the best I've seen this year. Up there with No Country For Old Men and it totally kicked I Am Legend's sucky ass! Oh...we got Juno t-shirts too.
So yeah, all of you missed out on that and you are most likely missing out on some great music too so I'll get you into the shit. There are no words right now to describe my liking for Meet Me In St. Louis...I guess they are vagtastic! These blokes and their lyrics and the clockwork of their instrumentation pretty much need to be in everyones life. Variations On Swing is their release. They kick everything else thats in my playlist in the nuts very hard.
I'm also into the smooth sounds of Pseudosix. Well, as of late I have been driving really, really fast through the connector for some reason...and Pseudosix allows me to enjoy it even more. Normally its the faster, more beaty music that gets me going but this smooth shit does it for me. Thats not without saying that 50 Foot Wave is not too far behind, the still kill it. Screaming along to Golden Ocean and Pneuma is getting to my voice.
As far as electronic goes, minus the lazor beam sounds and all, Hot Chip's new shit, Made In The Dark gives me chills...especially the title song. We're Looking For A Lot Of Love and In The Privacy Of Our Love are my favs, slow and sweet.
With all that said, give Meet Me In St Louis a try and you will like it.
The Reasons I Hate Nancy Grace Are Far More Numerous Than The Reasons I Love You
I'm coughing after a certain paranoid member of my family sprayed down this Marriott unit to death with dysinfectant. I would have done the same...minus the ethanol cloud. This family member, after discovering that the windows of the room don't open, tosses a fit..."what if something happens? Then we are trapped..." These comments and actions are coupled with the rule of never sharing toothpaste because germs will be transferred and always unbuckle your seatbelt when you're pumping gas, "in case something happens". [Sarcasticly-Nodding-and-Doing-the-Sarcastic-Eye-and-Mouth-Thing] I completely understand and I love my family member. [Seriously]
[So] we are going to my Grandmother's house for Thanksgiving. This is a major family event and it most always turns into a week-long affair, as is the case this year. The drive from Atlanta to Greenville South Carolina on Friday night was the first leg of the trip. I was suprised I didn't get pulled over by Carolina's Finest as I was utilizing the techniques I picked up from those 80-90mph rendezvous with the 75/85 Connector. [will she stop with the spray!] We made it in no time because of this and I was going on my 30th sleepless hour. I survived with a Rockstar, Dr. Pepper, Giant Chewy Sweetarts and Twizzlers...cuisine of a dork on road trips. A little Radiohead and a lot of Modest Mouse were also of assistance. We crashed at my brother's for the 10 hour uneventful layover.
Morning was cold and was also the time I wished for a family of my own. I wish I invited [I did, but too late] a friend up...and wished they came. I'm not the type to look back so our 2nd leg of the trip began with reassigning travel partners. After I reluctantly lost the one-sided debate [six against one, I felt like Kucinich] my car was left behind and I ended up in the Range Rover under one condition, my music plays...early and often. It did...just early.
The often was occupied by Arrested Development. This was one of the best shows, I'm not sure why it only lasted 3 seasons. Great cast [David Cross [who is the man] Michael Cear and Will Arnett just to name a few] and great writers....just poor marketing. Not many people knew or know about it.
We make it to my hometown of Newport News, Virginia. Crossing the James River bridge is a sight. We get to City Center in Oyster Point, Virginia and I was impressed. A lot has changed. Within a couple of hours I'm involved in a conversation with an older family member. I mention how I'm ready for family, he talks about fishing, his arthritis and we dance around the subject of his son. Theodore was my cousin. He was a Marine deployed in Afghanistan. From what I understand, he was participating in an undercover assignment and because of his appearance he blended in with the villagers. Long story short he was killed in his vehicle by an explosive device.
...okay
Not to take anything away from 50 Foot Wave because I really really like them, but they sound like a more uptempo Silversun Pickups. I despise comparing bands...especially the good indie ones because they are all very different. Golden Ocean is their release and it is hideously awesome.
I've had my first experiences with Radiohead. A friend was very adamant that I give them a listen because Radiohead is the 'best band ever'. I like them...but noithing special. I don't know what it is.
AaRON [Artificial Animals Riding On Neverland] is probably what Radiohead was trying to accomplish. [I'm only kidding!] They are nothing like Radiohead...because AaRON doesn't suck. [I'm joking] Just smooth indieness. Michel Gondry is responsible for Radiohead's so called 'success'.
'Hay, que gente' is what a friend or something would often say. I never found the meaning of it, but Kings Of Convenience [Riot On Empty Street] makes me want to say it and it feels like it applies. You almost beat me to them Gina...not quite.
Small Leaks Sink Ships [Until The World Is Happy; Wake Up You Sleepyhead Sun] is like going to recess in elementary school. When they pop up in my random playlist there is just a new energy pumping through the ear buds. Dear Dictator and Truth Of Transition are perfect examples.
I'm really into The Shape Of Broad Minds [Craft Of The Lost Art] and the title of their release is the sum of everything. I stopped listening to hip-hop a while ago but these guys may bring me back into the fold.
American Gangster fucking sucked....and you know it
The Worst Audience Participant Cirque du Soleil Ever Had
Into The Wild, starring Emile Hirsch, directed by Sean Penn at MAC was my destination Sunday morning. It was a spectacular film concentrating on the life journey of Christopher McCandless. For the second consecutive weekend I was late for my matinee, but I must say I've become quite sublime with speeding through the connector. I can't seem to find Across The Universe (haven't given it an honest search) or The Darjeeling Limited. I guess the latter hasn't been released yet so it looks like next Sunday I will be seeing Michael Clayton...maybe.
I purchased Death Proof, the second half of Grindhouse. What genius. The dialogue and car chase...awesome. Its one of those movies you can revisit every now and then and continue to get a rush. Not too many knew about its release, I guess the marketing could have been a little better. I'm sure everyone will catch on and it will have a sort of cult following. Can't wait to purchase Sunshine, I hope it contains some good extras.
I have repopulated my time consuming mp3 player with amazing music. I have Alterkicks' indie-upbeat release Do Everything I Taught You. Good stuff.
Bloc Party has a few unreleased tracks from Weekend In The City. One in particular, Rhododendron, makes me want to carry around their entire discography and lose myself in it.
Lampshade has a shadowy sound that is dimly appealing to me for some reason. The lyrics are so realistic I guess. They make sense. Most of the tracks from Because Trees Can Fly are on my Sleep playlist.
One of my favorites is Last November. They pretty much take care of any emo thirst I have, but can't do it like The Early November...not to compare them or anything. Still great songs for wishful thinkers and romantics...none of which describe me. All The Gory Details....
Then there is Maserati. I've read about them a while ago but just got around to checking them out. Great music, but suprised that there were no lyrics. They are great to listen to when driving down the connector...without traffic. Aren't they from Atlanta?
When you are parked on the connector however, The Robocop Kraus' Chances is what I suggest. Good moods all around.
it should be my name on their lips
The One Who Told You So
There were more shit-storms at work the past two weeks. I was not completely immune to this round of disturbances but succesfully avoided any collateral damage. Last week there was a major corporate visit...I'm talking el vice-presidente, very major. He was not completely satisfied and scheduled regular visits for the remainder of last and this week.
Secondarily, there was an incident. I was not involved nor witnessed this occurence, but somehow interest was pointed towards me. The initial meeting was not nice...at all. After a vague and awkward introduction, the sit-down began. I was not prepared, stumbled over my words, and because I had no idea what was going on I withheld information. At the conclusion I exited, sighed, and called a co-worker to give a heads-up of the events.
The exchange was a hilarious and included the most vulgar double entendres. As only Pesci and an idoit such as myself can pull off, I mentioned how they were breaking my balls and how my ass was chewed out without any explainations. After a pause, realization, and laughter I cleared things up a bit and received the assurance that they were in my corner... only to be told they'd have to call me back because they were on their way to an orgy. Funny guy.
That eased the tension a bit. After cancelling all of my classes this week there was another improvised two hour meeting with the same party. After being briefed, I was well-informed and prepared. For the first time I knew what was going on and became fully cooperative and at times, threw a few managers under the bus. The day ended with my participation in a very interesting and productive root cause analysis to minimize the posibility of this incident from occuring again.
Sunday morning I went to the MAC (Midtown Art Cinema) and was engulfed in a documentary about Donald Crowhurst called Deep Water. Look him up on Wikipedia and you would want to see the film.
I hear a lot of buzz about The Valley of Ellah so I'm going to check it out next Sunday.
I'm sure I've mentioned Moving Mountains shattering faces, Pela dislocating mandibles, and Shapes & Sizes extracting fingernails one by one in previous posts but I thought I'd bring them up again. As far as indie music goes, this is how it should be done. Mobius Band electrocutes nipples and are worth an honest listen.
what have we
The Way You Take It
Eastern Promises with Viggo Mortensen was the violent, throat slashing, nude fight scene, stab in the eye movie I saw last night at Midtown Art Cinema. The film was okay I guess, I was more excited about the trailers.
Wes Anderson, Owen Wilson, and Jason Schwartzman have conspired to create The Darjeeling Limited along with Adrien Brody. I am a huge fan of Wes Anderson films and have collected most of them, Bottle Rocket is hard to find. I also have a liking for Owen Wilson, so much that I made a get well card for him. I will be seeing The Darjeeling Limited...if it is showing at the Midtown Art Cinema. I'm confused about the opening date.
The other trailer that caught my attention was Across The Universe. The Virgo mentioned it to me some time ago and I was curious as to what she was talking about. I now see, and from the looks of things it seems as though I will enjoy it. I just have to find out where it is showing.
Pela sounds like a mixture of Modest Mouse and The Killers and I like. Minus The Bear is still high in the rotation. Moving Mountains, Shapes & Sizes, and Pinback are becoming well liked.
been a while, hasn't it?
The Universal Upside Down
4 , 3 , 2 , 1
Windows down and I'm driving the speed limit for once, I want to savor this Summer night. Its no more that 75F and the breeze feels as if the Atlantic was just 2 miles away. Driving down curvy, tree-lined East Ponce outrunning the pursuit of the Lunar Object, I'm enjoying the indie-electronica outfit Apparat.
The preceeding night involved a visit to my favorite place to view films, Midtown Art Cinema on Monroe. Its a wonderful location that features independent or lesser-known titles which in this case was Rocket Science. Its a film for those with peculiar tastes in movies so it suited me well.
I have revamped my physical mp3 player with some pretty nice music. As Tall As Lions, Klaxons, I Am Robot and Proud, and my favorites thus far Air Traffic and Scouting For Girls. I've also updated some of the mainstays such as The Snake,The Cross,The Crown, Keane, The Shins and Chin Up Chin Up with some older and newer releases.
begging for more
The Solar Crush
Last night I was able to see the red sun setting. This morning was the red sun rising. Rising above the of trees and fog. I'd say it was beautiful, just because my vocabulary has become extinct. The morning's blushing star rose from an ocean of suspended molecules and wooden statues. Idiot.
Those two instances of seeing the sun brought me back to the movie Sunshine. I'd pay to see it again, I'd buy the dvd and watch it with others. I'd probably blog about it again. Awesome film. I love the Sun, but I'm not 'in' love with the Sun. I'm no Icarus. It is a burning star. Its [fucking] people up at the moment because its hot as a shaggy dog's ass. But I still love the sun, more than the moon.
Ohhh, but enough about me...
Do you call a setting sun a sun rising? Sunset Rubdown is yet another one of those unique indie bands that has me begging for more. The tracks Magic vs. Midas, The Mending Of The Gown, The Taming Of The Hands That Came Back To Life, Setting vs. Rising, and Child-Heart Losers from the release Random Spirit Lover inspire me, but make everything else sound so second best, except for Chin Up Chin Up. They solidify the line up on my sleak black Samsung mp3 player. Remember those Shure earbuds I purchased? Worth every expensive penny.
John Vanderslice, The Snake,The Cross,The Crown, and Panda Bear will be talked about and punched in the face soon, along with Maritme and Eisley. I'm not sure if I like Grizzley Bear or Architecture In Helsinki yet because Sunset Rubdown makes them sound like crap.
i don't think i think i know, i [fucking] know
You don't care, but its okay.
I skipped out on a meeting today. Hey, I wasn't invited. I guess I did such a fantastic job of not participating in last week's sit downs they saved me the agony of the 'slow talk' from Mike. My mind always associates situations with movies, but we could have our own Godfather family in the workplace. We have a Mikey, Paulie, Jimmy, Johnny, Tommy, Bobby, Tony and Jaimie. Sounds like one on the surface, but when you get into the intricate workings in the communication processes, the lingo and the disappearance of the Safety Coordinator, I think we have a case..I think they 'rubbed' him out. Most of the women wear too much make up and I've seen more than 3 gold chains with crosses on the hairy chests on some of the fellas.
I think I'm Made, and lucky I am. Maybe I shouldn't have skipped that meeting! Now that I think about it. I'm screwed, they might be meeting about how they are going to 'make me dead'. . .Nah, I'm too valuable. Now I've gotten myself paranoid.
Today, as they were walking past my office to the conference room, one of the more attractive cougars entered, for what I'm still unsure. She made a comment on the way the light was coming through the [7] windows and how my desk was so organized and of course how cold it was. As far as pick-up lines go, she could have done better. Kidding. I'm not a big fan of small talk so I just smiled and brushed her off. I walked towards the door and turned the lights off hoping she wouldn't get the wrong message. Thankfully she got it right and followed me out.
The [fucking] Shins are [fucking] awesome. I know they've been around for a while but they are just now growing on me. Split Needles was playing in the office a little too loud yesterday, I didn't care. Those To Come, Caring Is Creepy, and Pink Bullets are very good songs. I really miss Iron & Wine though. Elliot Smith is good chill music, I like to fall asleep to it.
The World Without Magic and Nada Surf are pretty good indie bands. I need to read a thesaurus or sprinkle some more [fucking]s around, that always emphasizes stuff. But the songs Where Is My Mind and Do It Again by Nada Surf are hot shit. But none is better than Chin Up Chin Up!
go Captain! let's go, let's go, let's go
The Part I Seem To Hide
The plan was the Scorsese Double Feature at Atlanta's Fox Theater. The Departed and Goodfellas were back to back in the Coke Summer Film Festival. It was my first visit and I was not dissapointed. The crowd was pretty big but no match for the theater and the film was just as good as the other times I saw it. Unfortunately, we didn't stay for Goodfellas. That would have been another three hours. I'm already planning on going to the Fox again for Knocked Up, another installment in the Film Festival in the middle of August.
The job has become a bit more demanding, nothing I can't handle. It would suck if my job interferred with my personal life. . .or is it the other way around? All of these meetings, or as we like to call them in the office, 'Sit-Downs'. I'm used to standing over someone's cubicle and having a quick word, or better yet, trading e-mails with super-professional words such as 'proactive' and 'coordinate efficiently'.
The scene of the 'Sit-Downs' consist of a backdrop of [My New Office] and always [Around-The-Time-I'm-Supposed-To-Get-Off]. Send a Memo and let it be, Douche Bags!
invisible end
The Overwhelming Ocean
I woke up to a missed call from a number I didn't recognize. I'm thinking it was someone who called the wrong number. I hope it wasn't an emergency, it was placed around 3:00am. I hate it when that happens.
Another weekend of shopping. I wonder if I look single when I go out. Anyway, I stopped by the Gap and bought several international city themed t-shirts for lounging. Tokyo, Bombay, and Paris are my favorites. By the by, Japan is on my list of destinations along with France. As soon as I save up enough and find someone to accompany me I will be sure to make the trip across the overwhelming ocean.
I also bought a belt, couple of pair of khakis for work, and more jeans, you can never have enough jeans. I still haven't worn either pair of shoes I bought last weekend, but still I bought two more. I think of the video I Like Shoes on the LOGO network. Its pretty funny and very gay, but that was the point I guess. I'm really not a shoe person but my closet is beginning to appear that I am.
I made another purchace purely on impulse. I strolled into Best Buy to check out the new releases from Tuesday and nothing really caught my eye. I remembered the headphones I bought last week sound like crap so I went to look at their selection. I ended up buying a pair of Shure earphones for $100. Idiot. I hope they live up to what the sales associate bragged about, and so far I'm not dissapointed. They sound great and are extremely comfortable.
Oh yeah, I went to see Live Free or Die Hard, or Die Hard 4 with some guys from work. The Mac guy was riding shotgun most of the movie and surprisingly reprised his role as a computer geek. The film was not as bad as I thought it would be, but the company was.
Fire When Ready's song They Call Her Echo is great. Their album As The Sky Stared Down With Angry Clouds is full of them.
sleeptight
The Break Light
Commuting to work and seeing the sunrise instead of brake lights is greatly relaxing. Traffic in the Atlanta area can be a killer. On several occasions I have spilled a beverage in my lap on the drive to work because of braking suddenly. The result being the walk of shame through the entrance with a seemingly large area of wetness that bears the resemblance of me relieving myself.
Just imagine how my passive aggression takes hold while I hear the comments of my peers as I curse them under my smile. I make a dry threat that the next person who says something will not receive an explanation and usually a 'higher-up' calls my bluff. Motherf...
Thankfully, I see the sunrise several times a week and the only time I get the feeling of disavowed aggression/anxiety and do my best Barry Egan impression is when I mispronounce a word or use it improperly. Maybe that is obsessive compulsion, but that's quite enough personality disorders to discuss in one post.
I watched 40 minutes of High Tension and switched to Goodfellas which containse my favorite scene of all. The visit to Pesci's mother's house with a body in the trunk and they wind up eating a meal with her. They exit with a knife and shovels. That is dark humor.
luego
The Artful Engineer
I blame Vodka & Cranberry and Heineken for the great time I had over the weekend. After work Friday I visited the Perimeter Mall and bought a couple of pairs of awesome shoes and some pretty nice hats. On my way out I stopped and bought St. Vincent's release Marry Me. The sound is almost like Regina Spektor but still a great purchase nonetheless. Now,Now, Jesus Saves,I Spend, Human Races, and Your Lips Are Red are standout tracks. Elliott Smith's New Moon is a good listen also if you like Cary Brothers or Josh Radin. Just a few of New Moon's songs that shine are Thirteen, Ms. Misery, Either,Or, Georgia,Georgia, Half Right, and Angel In The Snow
Saturday night was great fun and I remember 70% of it. I recall the attractive Smirnoff bottle and the matching cranberry juice and how pretty it was in the glass. I remember Heiniken not tasting that bad and the numerous women I categorized as 'my type'. However, I don't recall the ending or who drove me home. That probably won't happen again in the near future. I'll return to sake and Scrabble after dinner from now forth.
Sunday, after retrieving my automobile, was a trip to Best Buy for a recipe for rehabilitation - DVDs. Because of indecisiveness I bought Gattica, Casino Royale, The Last Kiss, The Fountain and High Tension. I only had the chance to watch The Last Kiss and it was just as good as the first time. The night winds down with Modest Mouse's Good News For People Who Like Bad News and chocolate.
At The Drive-In's Relationship of Command is now my morning commute soundtrack. I love Enfilade, Quarantined, and One Armed Scissor
adios
