I've sort of heard and listened to that album "In the Aeroplane, Over the Sea" by Neutral Milk Hotel over the years. Enjoyed "Two-Headed Boy" and other than that, it never really did much for me. I'm not sure what happened but I burned a copy of it last week and listened on one of my inumerable drives to Orange County, and it nearly reduced me to tears. Its amazing when a record you've heard a bunch of times all of a sudden makes sense to you. Same thing happened to me recently with the first Suicide record, except without the near tears part.
Knocked Up was fantastic, and if the previews preceding it (redundant!) are any indication, it will be the last good comedy released this year. Enjoy the crap America, 'cause that's all that's comin'.
I've been required to read the first Harry Potter book for school. So far it's a fast read, because it was written for children. You nerds.
Speaking of nerds, I've been working my way through Neil Gaiman's Sandman series. I've gotten through the first 4 collections and it seems like it was written for me, with its combination of mythologies, super hero type shit, and sad bastard love story things. I'm only 15 years late on this, so that's not too bad.
Deadliest Catch. It's like an addiction. I just can't stop.
I've been having problems with social anxiety for the last forever, so I'm actually going to go see a counselor/psychologist about it. I've never done something like this before. I don't know what to expect and I'm sort of freaked out, but I really feel like this could help me out. I was telling a couple of friends about this plan and they were being very supportive, but telling me that I shouldn't worry about not being able to talk to people because people suck. I replied "I know, but I want to be able to choose to not talk to a person because they seem to be uninteresting. I don't want to not talk to someone simply because they scare the shit out of me." That's pretty much how I've felt distilled into two sentences. Wish me luck.
I saw a guy walking up the street today clad in dress clothes underneath a graduation robe. This would not have been notable save for the fact that I was a couple miles away from the colleges near work, and also that those colleges held their graduation ceremonies the week before. He was walking angrily and intently north toward the mountains, his head down and counting his own steps as he went. I used to do that every day when I walked home from 8th grade, hating my "friends" and waiting to escape into the waiting arms of shitty television, plentiful soda, and the thing I was rapidly discovering a love for: music. If I had mountains around during this time, I probably would have stomped to their summits. I don't know what any of this means, or if it means anything at all. It's just something I noticed.
I almost always wear a beanie/hat. I like to pretend that I enjoy the style. Nope. Well, not nope, but that's not really the reason I wear them. Since I was 17, I've known that I was going to be bald eventually. It turned out that eventually meant before my twenties were half over. I'm embarrased by it, but I'm trying to sort of embrace it from here on out. Hence the new profile picture. It really shouldn't bother me, but it does, so fuck it. Can't hide under an Angels cap forever. I mean I could, but I'm not gonna. Now if only my head and the rest of me matched.
I shouldn't know who Shia LaBouf is, but I do. I should hire his publicist.
I know I'm probably just inviting the nay-saying of a hundred supergeeks when I say this, and it's really only because I just started using it (hi 4 years ago, how you doin'?), but I really like this iTunes. Handy dandy I say. In other news, have you guys heard about these new fangled internal combustion engines? No more crank-starting my old buggy in the snow. Get off your one-giant-wheeled bike and gimme a five, Handlebar Moustache!
Did you know that under "Current mood" on myspace, one of the moods you can choose is "predatory?" Guh? Guh is right! I guess it's useful if you're writing a blog and you happen to be a coyote.
Knocked Up was fantastic, and if the previews preceding it (redundant!) are any indication, it will be the last good comedy released this year. Enjoy the crap America, 'cause that's all that's comin'.
I've been required to read the first Harry Potter book for school. So far it's a fast read, because it was written for children. You nerds.
Speaking of nerds, I've been working my way through Neil Gaiman's Sandman series. I've gotten through the first 4 collections and it seems like it was written for me, with its combination of mythologies, super hero type shit, and sad bastard love story things. I'm only 15 years late on this, so that's not too bad.
Deadliest Catch. It's like an addiction. I just can't stop.
I've been having problems with social anxiety for the last forever, so I'm actually going to go see a counselor/psychologist about it. I've never done something like this before. I don't know what to expect and I'm sort of freaked out, but I really feel like this could help me out. I was telling a couple of friends about this plan and they were being very supportive, but telling me that I shouldn't worry about not being able to talk to people because people suck. I replied "I know, but I want to be able to choose to not talk to a person because they seem to be uninteresting. I don't want to not talk to someone simply because they scare the shit out of me." That's pretty much how I've felt distilled into two sentences. Wish me luck.
I saw a guy walking up the street today clad in dress clothes underneath a graduation robe. This would not have been notable save for the fact that I was a couple miles away from the colleges near work, and also that those colleges held their graduation ceremonies the week before. He was walking angrily and intently north toward the mountains, his head down and counting his own steps as he went. I used to do that every day when I walked home from 8th grade, hating my "friends" and waiting to escape into the waiting arms of shitty television, plentiful soda, and the thing I was rapidly discovering a love for: music. If I had mountains around during this time, I probably would have stomped to their summits. I don't know what any of this means, or if it means anything at all. It's just something I noticed.
I almost always wear a beanie/hat. I like to pretend that I enjoy the style. Nope. Well, not nope, but that's not really the reason I wear them. Since I was 17, I've known that I was going to be bald eventually. It turned out that eventually meant before my twenties were half over. I'm embarrased by it, but I'm trying to sort of embrace it from here on out. Hence the new profile picture. It really shouldn't bother me, but it does, so fuck it. Can't hide under an Angels cap forever. I mean I could, but I'm not gonna. Now if only my head and the rest of me matched.
I shouldn't know who Shia LaBouf is, but I do. I should hire his publicist.
I know I'm probably just inviting the nay-saying of a hundred supergeeks when I say this, and it's really only because I just started using it (hi 4 years ago, how you doin'?), but I really like this iTunes. Handy dandy I say. In other news, have you guys heard about these new fangled internal combustion engines? No more crank-starting my old buggy in the snow. Get off your one-giant-wheeled bike and gimme a five, Handlebar Moustache!
Did you know that under "Current mood" on myspace, one of the moods you can choose is "predatory?" Guh? Guh is right! I guess it's useful if you're writing a blog and you happen to be a coyote.