I really can't think of a clever way to start this blog post, so I'll just go right into it.
For those of you who, like me, refuse to set eye on anything MTV is offering up nowadays (and has for the past 8 years), they had their Movie Awards two days ago. I actually had some interest in watching the proceedings because Andy Samberg, my newest male love interest, was hosting. One of the men behind such comedic gems as "I'm On A Boat", "Jizz In My Pants", and "Lazy Sunday" hosting an MTV-made show. Right away, you can see the tension between each. Mr. Samberg is a comedic genius, and MTV-made shows are not funny. Ever. I eventually forgot the date and missed it.
My college friend, Vicky, texted me the night of the awards, beginning with an inside joke I didn't get. She informed me of a medley of Lonely Island songs sung by LeAnn Rimes and Chris Isaak and others, and I gained interest. But, I didn't see my remote anywhere in my immediate surroundings, and so I didn't switch on my MTV. Mostly because I still didn't want it.
She talked of other skits that, in text form, still sounded hilarious, and so I decided I would, at some point, catch a rerun. I regret that decision for all time.
First off, before I even get into my Twilight rant, let me say this. I don't know how much influence Andy Samberg had in the writing process, but there are clear parts of the show where it's very funny and very not funny, and the funny parts all include him. The jokes just... weren't funny. You could see punchlines coming a mile away. And, even though there were good jokes, it didn't matter much because the audience "refused" to get any of them, instead screaming at innappropriate times.
I should point out that 85% of the audience seemed to be 16 to 16 1/2-year old girls.
Now, also for those who don't know, the movie "Twilight" basically swept the show, taking away 5 of the 10 awards, including "Best Movie." I'm not counting "Best WTF Moment" because that award was clearly invented for no reason at all. My question to the world, at first, was, "Why? Why let this clearly sub-standard film take the glory for things it clearly cannot take the glory for?" It made no sense to me. But then, it hit.
Why would Twilight win against films such as "The Dark Knight"? Such as "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button"? Such as... "Slumdog Millionaire"? That's right, it won over Slumdog Millionaire. That was what made me realize why MTV gave so many awards to "Twilight". They wanted to make a funny.
As you know, "Slumdog Millionaire" swept the Academy Awards, taking 8 of the 10 awards it was nominated for. Best Picture, Best Director, Best Adapted Screenplay... all of them and more. So, to make a funny out of it, MTV goes, "Hey! Why don't we have a really bad movie sweep our awards! That'll be so funny!" And so, Twilight wins 5 out of 10. Well, that's my theory anyway. I think it's good regardless, because anyone who says "Twilight" was a better movie than "Slumdog Millionaire" is a GODDAMNED MORON.
Goodnight all.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The Greatest Way To (Almost) End The Semester
At the request of those involved, names have been changed. Everything else is true and fabulous.
So, on May 19th, I was doing a buttload of editing work at the TV studio in my film building. I was there since about 11 in the morning, either ripping DVDs to edit or editing. My friend Max showed up to hang out for a bit at around 4, and we ended up beginning to watch Shark Attack 3: Megalodon (one of the funniest bad movies ever created) while the ripping continued. My other friend, Chuck, was also busy editing together a reel for a movie audition he had that day. He occasionally asked me to help out, and I obliged because I am an editing master.
My other friend Marj showed up a little after 6:30 to hang out. I was almost done making a final DVD rip before calling it a day, and we all started talking about this awesome hang out spot Max and I found just a few streets down in downtown San Jose. It was this spot right next to this nice hotel and the San Jose Museum of Art, a little pool with three fountains in it. It was sick, and was apparently where, earlier that day, Max had taken a lady friend to and proceeded to woo her. We all wanted to hang out after I was done, and when that time came, we picked up our bags and headed out.
We decided before we actually stepped off the campus that we were just going to get food, and by "we," I mean "Marj and Chuck". Max and I tagged along, as did our film friend Ray. We went to this philly cheesesteak place, they got some food, and we started conversing. Max and I reminisced about the Mortal Kombat movie and how the second one sucked ass and balls. A note for all filmmakers: if you make a sequel and don't want it to suck automatically out of the gates, keep the same actors!!! Some other film friends spotted us as they crossed the street outside and stopped by to say hello. One was the director of the movie that Chuck auditioned for (he had already done it at this point), and the director complimented him on it! After food, Ray parted ways with us. We thought about checking out the fountain spot, but we decided there was really only one thing to do: Rock Band.
Previously, only Max, Marj, and I have played together. We've talked about making a four-piece, and we have an unofficial "member", but we have only really played as a trio. Chuck stepped up to the plate and was our bass player of the night. We picked nothing but 90s songs and had a damn blast. Except for "Wanted Dead or Alive" and "Epic", but we always choose those songs because they're effing sick. Well, I always choose "Epic". Anyway, we played 13 songs total, probably 45 to 50 minutes of playing time. Afterwards, and before we headed back out again, Max and I unveiled the first 10 minutes of "The Room" on Chuck and Marj. If you haven't heard of it, I suggest putting that internet machine to good use and finding out. You will die from inability to breathe because you'll be laughing so hard.
While outside, Marj got a call from his girlfriend and wanted to rent some movies. We headed over to Blockbuster on the other side of campus. It was about 10:20 when we got there, and it was closed. We decided to head back towards my dorm and figure out what else to do. Marj said his girlfriend was gonna be with her friends back at my dorm building, so off we went back across campus.
When we crossed the street from the Blockbuster to campus, we started discussing this recent, f-ed up news article Max had read that morning. Basically, this idiot in Bakersfield was on PCP and, for some strange reason I cannot grasp for the life of me, ate his son's eye out and damaged the other one severely. I could not effing deal with this story properly. The information I received from it was too much for my brain to handle, and I couldn't take it. Then, he mentioned another story about this rapper named Big Lurch who, when on PCP, killed this girl and ate her lungs. My brain is officially down for the count. Then, out of nowhere, this guy walking his bike totally heard our story and confirmed it, first by confirming that the rapper's name was indeed Big Lurch. He started talking about how he tried PCP, and he thought that "it was so boring" (actual quote). He talked about how he had killed brain cells and the ones that were left must've been "well hardy" (more actual quote). We stopped walking and let him go on.
So, to help cope, we made bad puns about it. Max had read about it on this forum and was reading us the replies, most of which were bad puns, such as:
- "Feast your eyes upon the effects of drug use."
- "Eye feel sorry for that kid."
- "An eye for an eye is what this man deserves."
I know, pretty f-ed up. But, despite that, all of us laughed at it. And, we tried to think of crazier ones on the way back to my dorm building. Max gets the award for best ones, although I can't for the life of me remember any of them.
We arrive back in my building and decide to play some ping pong. I check out the stuff and walk over, only to find that the tables are completely taken up by other people (one happening to be this really awesome girl I know and like). Then, suddenly, Marj is no longer with us in the ping pong room, but outside it talking to his GF. We go outside to talk to them, and we discover she is trying to convince him to dye part of his hair purple. He doesn't want to do it. She immediately turns to me:
GF: Peter Awesome, do you want to dye your hair purple?
Me: What? Naw, I like my hair.
GF: Not all of it, just part of it.
Me: Well, it sounds interesting...
GF: You're going to do it now.
Me: Yes.
So we head back up to hear friend's room and I get some purple dye squeezed on me from some cheap-looking bottle. Everyone else has plastic around their hair color, but I have to hold a paper towel to my head. Awesome. While I wait, GF decides to break out this game called Catch Phrase. For those who don't know, it is basically a word-guessing game. You get a word or phrase or character and you have to get your teammates to say it, but you have to describe it without using the word itself. It can get pretty tough. And, we had a blast playing it. The girls started leaving part way through, and soon it was just Marj and I vs. Max and Chuck. I think it was a draw. I eventually got to throw away the paper towel, and the girls and I took a picture of are newly-destroyed hair! Picture soon.
After all these antics, Marj, Chuck, Max and I were all beat. We decided that we would call it a night and I walked all the guys downstairs. Hugs and goodnights, it was indeed the end of the night.
I was very happy that night. Goddamn, I was happy.
So, on May 19th, I was doing a buttload of editing work at the TV studio in my film building. I was there since about 11 in the morning, either ripping DVDs to edit or editing. My friend Max showed up to hang out for a bit at around 4, and we ended up beginning to watch Shark Attack 3: Megalodon (one of the funniest bad movies ever created) while the ripping continued. My other friend, Chuck, was also busy editing together a reel for a movie audition he had that day. He occasionally asked me to help out, and I obliged because I am an editing master.
My other friend Marj showed up a little after 6:30 to hang out. I was almost done making a final DVD rip before calling it a day, and we all started talking about this awesome hang out spot Max and I found just a few streets down in downtown San Jose. It was this spot right next to this nice hotel and the San Jose Museum of Art, a little pool with three fountains in it. It was sick, and was apparently where, earlier that day, Max had taken a lady friend to and proceeded to woo her. We all wanted to hang out after I was done, and when that time came, we picked up our bags and headed out.
We decided before we actually stepped off the campus that we were just going to get food, and by "we," I mean "Marj and Chuck". Max and I tagged along, as did our film friend Ray. We went to this philly cheesesteak place, they got some food, and we started conversing. Max and I reminisced about the Mortal Kombat movie and how the second one sucked ass and balls. A note for all filmmakers: if you make a sequel and don't want it to suck automatically out of the gates, keep the same actors!!! Some other film friends spotted us as they crossed the street outside and stopped by to say hello. One was the director of the movie that Chuck auditioned for (he had already done it at this point), and the director complimented him on it! After food, Ray parted ways with us. We thought about checking out the fountain spot, but we decided there was really only one thing to do: Rock Band.
Previously, only Max, Marj, and I have played together. We've talked about making a four-piece, and we have an unofficial "member", but we have only really played as a trio. Chuck stepped up to the plate and was our bass player of the night. We picked nothing but 90s songs and had a damn blast. Except for "Wanted Dead or Alive" and "Epic", but we always choose those songs because they're effing sick. Well, I always choose "Epic". Anyway, we played 13 songs total, probably 45 to 50 minutes of playing time. Afterwards, and before we headed back out again, Max and I unveiled the first 10 minutes of "The Room" on Chuck and Marj. If you haven't heard of it, I suggest putting that internet machine to good use and finding out. You will die from inability to breathe because you'll be laughing so hard.
While outside, Marj got a call from his girlfriend and wanted to rent some movies. We headed over to Blockbuster on the other side of campus. It was about 10:20 when we got there, and it was closed. We decided to head back towards my dorm and figure out what else to do. Marj said his girlfriend was gonna be with her friends back at my dorm building, so off we went back across campus.
When we crossed the street from the Blockbuster to campus, we started discussing this recent, f-ed up news article Max had read that morning. Basically, this idiot in Bakersfield was on PCP and, for some strange reason I cannot grasp for the life of me, ate his son's eye out and damaged the other one severely. I could not effing deal with this story properly. The information I received from it was too much for my brain to handle, and I couldn't take it. Then, he mentioned another story about this rapper named Big Lurch who, when on PCP, killed this girl and ate her lungs. My brain is officially down for the count. Then, out of nowhere, this guy walking his bike totally heard our story and confirmed it, first by confirming that the rapper's name was indeed Big Lurch. He started talking about how he tried PCP, and he thought that "it was so boring" (actual quote). He talked about how he had killed brain cells and the ones that were left must've been "well hardy" (more actual quote). We stopped walking and let him go on.
So, to help cope, we made bad puns about it. Max had read about it on this forum and was reading us the replies, most of which were bad puns, such as:
- "Feast your eyes upon the effects of drug use."
- "Eye feel sorry for that kid."
- "An eye for an eye is what this man deserves."
I know, pretty f-ed up. But, despite that, all of us laughed at it. And, we tried to think of crazier ones on the way back to my dorm building. Max gets the award for best ones, although I can't for the life of me remember any of them.
We arrive back in my building and decide to play some ping pong. I check out the stuff and walk over, only to find that the tables are completely taken up by other people (one happening to be this really awesome girl I know and like). Then, suddenly, Marj is no longer with us in the ping pong room, but outside it talking to his GF. We go outside to talk to them, and we discover she is trying to convince him to dye part of his hair purple. He doesn't want to do it. She immediately turns to me:
GF: Peter Awesome, do you want to dye your hair purple?
Me: What? Naw, I like my hair.
GF: Not all of it, just part of it.
Me: Well, it sounds interesting...
GF: You're going to do it now.
Me: Yes.
So we head back up to hear friend's room and I get some purple dye squeezed on me from some cheap-looking bottle. Everyone else has plastic around their hair color, but I have to hold a paper towel to my head. Awesome. While I wait, GF decides to break out this game called Catch Phrase. For those who don't know, it is basically a word-guessing game. You get a word or phrase or character and you have to get your teammates to say it, but you have to describe it without using the word itself. It can get pretty tough. And, we had a blast playing it. The girls started leaving part way through, and soon it was just Marj and I vs. Max and Chuck. I think it was a draw. I eventually got to throw away the paper towel, and the girls and I took a picture of are newly-destroyed hair! Picture soon.
After all these antics, Marj, Chuck, Max and I were all beat. We decided that we would call it a night and I walked all the guys downstairs. Hugs and goodnights, it was indeed the end of the night.
I was very happy that night. Goddamn, I was happy.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Me and my Blink-182: A Story of Love
Ladies and Gentlemen, I love Blink-182.
How long have I loved Blink-182? I'm not sure exactly. I believe it was sometime between 1999 and 2000. I remember the first time I spent my own money on a Blink-182 album. It was at a Tower Records (remember those days?) about a mile from my house. I walked in and noticed the "New Releases" rack, and on it was "The Mark, Tom, and Travis Show (The Enema Strikes Back)". When I walked into that Tower Records and saw that album, I didn't even go to the main area to check the normal CD racks. I picked it up and bought it. I remember loving the artwork and all the the little in-jokes on the front and back covers. For example, an animated Janine (the porn actress who models for the "Enema Of The State" cover) sitting on an amp, or the numerous fans with Blink-related tattoos ("Blink Me", "182°", etc.).
It was interesting that the first Blink album I ever bought was their limited release live album. I didn't even know it was in limited release until 2 years ago. But, in hindsight, it was a great way to be exposed to most of the band's music. There's music from three of their albums on that CD. "The Mark, Tom, and Travis Show" also further exposed me to their brand of toilet humor, so much so that any mention of the word "sex" became funny to me.
The first time I saw Blink-182 live was in 2001, during their Take Off Your Pants and Jacket Tour. It was the first concert that I had to drive more than an hour to see. It was at the Coors Ampitheatre in San Diego. I forget who drove me there, and friend of my mom's, I think. I do remember who came with me, the daughter of my housekeeper. We had lawn tickets, which means we were in the way back, behind two full sections and the floor. I still thought we had amazing seats though!
The opening bands were Home Town Heroes, Midtown, and New Found Glory. I think we arrived either right before or during the Home Town Heroes set. I don't remember much of them or Midtown. I was really excited for NFG and Blink. New Found Glory came out with force. All their songs were energetic and exciting. They also did a verse-and-a-half cover of Blink's "Dammit", and that was amazing.
Then, it was time. The curtains opened, and a giant, metal sign with only the word "FUCK" was shown. It was lit on fire. I was ecstatic.
I don't remember too much of the set that night. I do remember that the played the Country Song (owners of the live CD know) and Mark ended it with a loud, uproarious, "Timmah!" (this is when Timmy from South Park was becoming the newest American craze). I also remember purchasing my first Blink merch that night: a t-shirt and a poster. That poster still hangs in my room to this day.
The second time I saw them was during the Pop Disaster Tour, when they were touring with Jimmy Eat World and Green Day. It was at the Great Western Forum in Los Angeles. I was SO excited to see that show. Blink-182 and Green Day were my two favorite bands at that point, and seeing them together was a dream come true. I made this as a poster:
I remember the countless hours I spent working on that picture. See those tattoos on Travis' arms? Each drawn individually and pasted in near-correct positions according to pictures of him. Yeah, I know. Schoolwork was postponed for this creation. I remember getting many compliments, and then being told to put it down once the show started. I forgot that it would block people, I guess. BUT, I had such a good time. My friend and I were at the very bottom section right behind the pit, and I was so excited to be closer to the stage, even though I was still far away. I still own and wear shirts and buttons from that show. I still have the poster.
Although it wasn't a Blink show, the next Blink-related show I attended was for the band Box Car Racer. The band I remember playing with them was The Used, but that was it. My friend Irena and I were like 2 of 5 people in the balcony standing up and jumping to the music. It was fantastic.
The last time I saw Blink-182 live before their hiatus was right after their self-titled album came out. It was in Hollywood, and it was such an awesome show. It was my first Blink show where I got to be in the GA area. The guys threw out Famous Stars & Straps keychains and Mark even let his bass out into the crowd! At least, I think he did. I'm not sure. I remember making great friends with this one girl, who I unfortunately forgot the name of. But, she was awesome. She lost the ball from her lip ring. As I was leaving, I waved and yelled at her and she waved back. My first official concert buddy.
Then, the hiatus. I was so sad to hear they wouldn't be making music together again. I was still in high school at the time, and my friends were apparently so happy that they "broke up" and tried to rub it in my face because they knew I liked them so much. But I didn't care. I knew that being a fan of theirs wasn't for naught, and I planned on staying that way.
I listened to Angels & Airwaves a little, and I really liked +44 and TRVS-DJAM. I saw +44 during the Honda Civic Tour with Fall Out Boy. They played Blink's "The Rock Show" as one of their last songs, and I flipped out. Everyone there was ecstatic, but no one could've been happier than me to hear that song live again.
Then, Blink-182 announced that they were officially back together last year. I knew what they were gonna say even before they came out on stage for the Grammy's. I don't care what anyone says, there was not one person who was as happy as I was to hear them say it.
This summer, I get to relive seeing the first band I ever was a fan of again. I'm aiming for the GA tickets, but to be in the building just to hear them play again will be something I will never forget. I love Blink-182!
How long have I loved Blink-182? I'm not sure exactly. I believe it was sometime between 1999 and 2000. I remember the first time I spent my own money on a Blink-182 album. It was at a Tower Records (remember those days?) about a mile from my house. I walked in and noticed the "New Releases" rack, and on it was "The Mark, Tom, and Travis Show (The Enema Strikes Back)". When I walked into that Tower Records and saw that album, I didn't even go to the main area to check the normal CD racks. I picked it up and bought it. I remember loving the artwork and all the the little in-jokes on the front and back covers. For example, an animated Janine (the porn actress who models for the "Enema Of The State" cover) sitting on an amp, or the numerous fans with Blink-related tattoos ("Blink Me", "182°", etc.).
It was interesting that the first Blink album I ever bought was their limited release live album. I didn't even know it was in limited release until 2 years ago. But, in hindsight, it was a great way to be exposed to most of the band's music. There's music from three of their albums on that CD. "The Mark, Tom, and Travis Show" also further exposed me to their brand of toilet humor, so much so that any mention of the word "sex" became funny to me.
The first time I saw Blink-182 live was in 2001, during their Take Off Your Pants and Jacket Tour. It was the first concert that I had to drive more than an hour to see. It was at the Coors Ampitheatre in San Diego. I forget who drove me there, and friend of my mom's, I think. I do remember who came with me, the daughter of my housekeeper. We had lawn tickets, which means we were in the way back, behind two full sections and the floor. I still thought we had amazing seats though!
The opening bands were Home Town Heroes, Midtown, and New Found Glory. I think we arrived either right before or during the Home Town Heroes set. I don't remember much of them or Midtown. I was really excited for NFG and Blink. New Found Glory came out with force. All their songs were energetic and exciting. They also did a verse-and-a-half cover of Blink's "Dammit", and that was amazing.
Then, it was time. The curtains opened, and a giant, metal sign with only the word "FUCK" was shown. It was lit on fire. I was ecstatic.
I don't remember too much of the set that night. I do remember that the played the Country Song (owners of the live CD know) and Mark ended it with a loud, uproarious, "Timmah!" (this is when Timmy from South Park was becoming the newest American craze). I also remember purchasing my first Blink merch that night: a t-shirt and a poster. That poster still hangs in my room to this day.
The second time I saw them was during the Pop Disaster Tour, when they were touring with Jimmy Eat World and Green Day. It was at the Great Western Forum in Los Angeles. I was SO excited to see that show. Blink-182 and Green Day were my two favorite bands at that point, and seeing them together was a dream come true. I made this as a poster:
I remember the countless hours I spent working on that picture. See those tattoos on Travis' arms? Each drawn individually and pasted in near-correct positions according to pictures of him. Yeah, I know. Schoolwork was postponed for this creation. I remember getting many compliments, and then being told to put it down once the show started. I forgot that it would block people, I guess. BUT, I had such a good time. My friend and I were at the very bottom section right behind the pit, and I was so excited to be closer to the stage, even though I was still far away. I still own and wear shirts and buttons from that show. I still have the poster.
Although it wasn't a Blink show, the next Blink-related show I attended was for the band Box Car Racer. The band I remember playing with them was The Used, but that was it. My friend Irena and I were like 2 of 5 people in the balcony standing up and jumping to the music. It was fantastic.
The last time I saw Blink-182 live before their hiatus was right after their self-titled album came out. It was in Hollywood, and it was such an awesome show. It was my first Blink show where I got to be in the GA area. The guys threw out Famous Stars & Straps keychains and Mark even let his bass out into the crowd! At least, I think he did. I'm not sure. I remember making great friends with this one girl, who I unfortunately forgot the name of. But, she was awesome. She lost the ball from her lip ring. As I was leaving, I waved and yelled at her and she waved back. My first official concert buddy.
Then, the hiatus. I was so sad to hear they wouldn't be making music together again. I was still in high school at the time, and my friends were apparently so happy that they "broke up" and tried to rub it in my face because they knew I liked them so much. But I didn't care. I knew that being a fan of theirs wasn't for naught, and I planned on staying that way.
I listened to Angels & Airwaves a little, and I really liked +44 and TRVS-DJAM. I saw +44 during the Honda Civic Tour with Fall Out Boy. They played Blink's "The Rock Show" as one of their last songs, and I flipped out. Everyone there was ecstatic, but no one could've been happier than me to hear that song live again.
Then, Blink-182 announced that they were officially back together last year. I knew what they were gonna say even before they came out on stage for the Grammy's. I don't care what anyone says, there was not one person who was as happy as I was to hear them say it.
This summer, I get to relive seeing the first band I ever was a fan of again. I'm aiming for the GA tickets, but to be in the building just to hear them play again will be something I will never forget. I love Blink-182!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Best Text Message Conversation EVER?
Humans and technology. In this day and age, they go hand in hand. Or, hand in socket. Or USB drive. Whatever the analogy, they exist together and their bond cannot be unbroken. Not even when an illegal substance is thrown into the mix. Actually, it serves to make the experience all the more interesting. So interesting that I wanted to make an entry about it.
This text convo isn't really hilarious or unique. It's just... poignant.
The following text convo occurred on March 28th at 11:58 PM. To protect the identities of the innocent, my friend's name has been changed to "Smelly McPoopypants". I will provide in-between text commentary when necessary. And yes, I type out my "ha's" when I text laugh. Shut up.
Smelly McPoopypants: Hola
Me: Hey. What's up?
S McP: Not much... what's up with u?
Me: Nothing, just homework.
S McP: Aww i should do that :/
Me: Hahahaha
S McP: Man im so relaxed... Lol
BOOM. That came out of nowhere. I mean, it's cool that they were relaxed, but couldn't they have figured out a better seque? Then again, the reason behind the abruptness of this text will be explained anyway. Also, relaxing is apparently funny. That will be explained too.
Me: Where u at?
S McP: Everywhere... hahaha...In some car with my friend Lol
Being in a random car is also funny.
Me: Ah, cool.
S McP: Yup... not really that's lame but im high so im relaxed Lol
See, told ya it wold be explained.
Me: So you're not on a car?
I thought they said "On some car." They did not, read a few lines above for proof. I'm a moron.
S McP: O shit did i say that? My bad... im in a car chillin
They didn't notice! I'm not a huge moron.
Me: Oh, alright then. Cool.
S McP: Yeah... my bad ur all busy and im telling u im high Lol...
Me: I'm not busy. It's totally cool.
S McP: Ok sweet... man i need some chill music
Me: I wish I knew some.
I do know chill music. But, I doubted she had DragonForce on her at the time.
S McP: I think i have some im just not in the mood to focus and check... man im lazy
Me: Or high
S McP: Yeah that too... so anywho what hw u doing?
Me: Screenwriting
S McP: OOO ok... what's ur script about?
Me: A road trip to a concert
S McP: Sweet!
I actually am writing a road trip concert movie. It's going well.
Anyway, the convo stopped at that point, mostly because I was writing. I then was getting ready for bed when all of a sudden, at 12:42 AM...
S McP: Dude the doors tickel my ears Lol!
I did not respond.
Goodnight.
This text convo isn't really hilarious or unique. It's just... poignant.
The following text convo occurred on March 28th at 11:58 PM. To protect the identities of the innocent, my friend's name has been changed to "Smelly McPoopypants". I will provide in-between text commentary when necessary. And yes, I type out my "ha's" when I text laugh. Shut up.
Smelly McPoopypants: Hola
Me: Hey. What's up?
S McP: Not much... what's up with u?
Me: Nothing, just homework.
S McP: Aww i should do that :/
Me: Hahahaha
S McP: Man im so relaxed... Lol
BOOM. That came out of nowhere. I mean, it's cool that they were relaxed, but couldn't they have figured out a better seque? Then again, the reason behind the abruptness of this text will be explained anyway. Also, relaxing is apparently funny. That will be explained too.
Me: Where u at?
S McP: Everywhere... hahaha...In some car with my friend Lol
Being in a random car is also funny.
Me: Ah, cool.
S McP: Yup... not really that's lame but im high so im relaxed Lol
See, told ya it wold be explained.
Me: So you're not on a car?
I thought they said "On some car." They did not, read a few lines above for proof. I'm a moron.
S McP: O shit did i say that? My bad... im in a car chillin
They didn't notice! I'm not a huge moron.
Me: Oh, alright then. Cool.
S McP: Yeah... my bad ur all busy and im telling u im high Lol...
Me: I'm not busy. It's totally cool.
S McP: Ok sweet... man i need some chill music
Me: I wish I knew some.
I do know chill music. But, I doubted she had DragonForce on her at the time.
S McP: I think i have some im just not in the mood to focus and check... man im lazy
Me: Or high
S McP: Yeah that too... so anywho what hw u doing?
Me: Screenwriting
S McP: OOO ok... what's ur script about?
Me: A road trip to a concert
S McP: Sweet!
I actually am writing a road trip concert movie. It's going well.
Anyway, the convo stopped at that point, mostly because I was writing. I then was getting ready for bed when all of a sudden, at 12:42 AM...
S McP: Dude the doors tickel my ears Lol!
I did not respond.
Goodnight.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The Rightest Wrong Number
For some reason, my phone gets an awful lot of wrong number callers. It must be easy to confuse with other numbers, I don't know. But, once last year, getting a wrong number was possibly the most amazing thing ever.
I was in my apartment, just walking around doing lord knows what, and I get a call. I look at the ID number. My phone simply lists the phone number that is calling, meaning that number is not in my phone. But, seeing as how I know many people and it just might be someone I know, I pick up. I hear this:
Unknown: Hey man, what's up?
What a vague greeting, no? You don't realize these things normally, but saying something like "What's up?" is so uninformative. If you're not familiar with the voice, you have no idea who's talking to you.
So, I respond.
Me: Hey, nothing much. What's up with you?
With that response, I was hoping to find out an important detail that could lead me to discovering the identity of this phantom caller. He responded:
Unknown: Oh nothing.
Strike. I hit nothing. I hit an "Oh nothing," to be precise. So, I tried once more:
Me: Whatcha doing tonight?
Specific. Challenging. There was no chance I wouldn't get information out of this answer. And I was right:
Unknown: I'm just about to head to Toon's with Tiffany and John.
Ding! I know I do not know this person. I know no Tiffany, and I know no John. At least, no John that knows a Tiffany. And, more importantly, I do not know anyone who knows them both at the same time. I also do not frequent Toon's, which told me that I not only did not know this person, but that they were in San Jose. Just like me. It was then time to hang up. Or was it? I got a strange idea in my head right then, and that idea was, "Don't hang up the phone." And I didn't.
Me: Cool, cool. Can I come along?
The answer to this question would tell me if they thought I was still someone else.
Unknown: Sure man.
They did.
Me: When were you guys gonna head over there?
Unknown: We're gonna be there at like 10.
Me: Cool. I'll see ya then.
I was content. I made people think that I, as another person, would meet them somewhere in town. I was satisfied. But then, it hit.
Unknown: Cool. Oh, can you also give Mark a call?
It was further confirmed that I had no knowledge of the man on the other end. How could I turn down a perfect opportunity like this?
Me: Sure. Should I tell him to meet us there?
Unknown: Yeah, that would be fine.
Me: Cool. I'll see you guys there.
Unknown: Yeah.
Me: Later.
Unknown: Later.
I hung up the phone feeling... powerful. I slept well that night. And, since I may have ruined Mark's night, I hope he did too.
I was in my apartment, just walking around doing lord knows what, and I get a call. I look at the ID number. My phone simply lists the phone number that is calling, meaning that number is not in my phone. But, seeing as how I know many people and it just might be someone I know, I pick up. I hear this:
Unknown: Hey man, what's up?
What a vague greeting, no? You don't realize these things normally, but saying something like "What's up?" is so uninformative. If you're not familiar with the voice, you have no idea who's talking to you.
So, I respond.
Me: Hey, nothing much. What's up with you?
With that response, I was hoping to find out an important detail that could lead me to discovering the identity of this phantom caller. He responded:
Unknown: Oh nothing.
Strike. I hit nothing. I hit an "Oh nothing," to be precise. So, I tried once more:
Me: Whatcha doing tonight?
Specific. Challenging. There was no chance I wouldn't get information out of this answer. And I was right:
Unknown: I'm just about to head to Toon's with Tiffany and John.
Ding! I know I do not know this person. I know no Tiffany, and I know no John. At least, no John that knows a Tiffany. And, more importantly, I do not know anyone who knows them both at the same time. I also do not frequent Toon's, which told me that I not only did not know this person, but that they were in San Jose. Just like me. It was then time to hang up. Or was it? I got a strange idea in my head right then, and that idea was, "Don't hang up the phone." And I didn't.
Me: Cool, cool. Can I come along?
The answer to this question would tell me if they thought I was still someone else.
Unknown: Sure man.
They did.
Me: When were you guys gonna head over there?
Unknown: We're gonna be there at like 10.
Me: Cool. I'll see ya then.
I was content. I made people think that I, as another person, would meet them somewhere in town. I was satisfied. But then, it hit.
Unknown: Cool. Oh, can you also give Mark a call?
It was further confirmed that I had no knowledge of the man on the other end. How could I turn down a perfect opportunity like this?
Me: Sure. Should I tell him to meet us there?
Unknown: Yeah, that would be fine.
Me: Cool. I'll see you guys there.
Unknown: Yeah.
Me: Later.
Unknown: Later.
I hung up the phone feeling... powerful. I slept well that night. And, since I may have ruined Mark's night, I hope he did too.
Friday, March 13, 2009
I never thought this would happen
Last night there was an open mic night hosted by my dorm buildings Hall Government. I usually play at an open mic night, because (a) most of my friends are in the Hall Government or associated with it and like to see me play, and (b) I get to play my music. I love playing music. It's so much fun, so energetic. I don't care if people like it or not, I just love to play.
For those who don't know, I play acoustic ska music with an emphasis on comedy. I have been called an "Acoustic Skamedian," which I think is pretty funny.
I realize that ska music isn't necessarily the best way to make money, but, then again, I don't really care about making money. Sure, making money through music is cool, but it's definitely much more satisfying to play your own music for others to hear and spread it around. Ska is the best genre I know, and I love to play and sing to it.
I've been doing the solo ska thing for a couple years now, since 2007. I've played a couple open mics before that, and it's always fun. I did once get paid, but it was a payment reserved for another performer who didn't come and my friend who was running the whole thing didn't care and wanted to give me money. So, I took it!
Like I said, there was an open mic last night that I played at. This other guy, Tyler, also played their too. He has been playing the other open mics for a while now, and I just liked him ever since he played Blink-182's "Fuck A Dog" in front like 200 students last semester. That's amazing. Tyler's dad, who is always at his open mic performances, is a promoter and I've heard him talk about how Tyler's band has a record deal and is getting big. Tyler's a talented guy, so it doesn't surprise me.
Last night, after I performed and Tyler performed, the dad comes up to me and says that he wants to hire me and have me open up for Tyler's band next month.
Again.
Last night, after I performed and Tyler performed, the dad comes up to me and says that he wants to hire me and have me open up for Tyler's band next month.
He wanted my contact info and told how much he liked what he heard and my personality and stuff, and I just started flipping out in my head. It was insane. I gave it to him and he said he'd call me and we'd finalize it and that I would get PAID. Oh my god. Actually get paid for performing. This is what any artist starting out strives for. To start getting out there and making money so they can further promote themselves and get noticed even more. That's AWESOME.
I still can't believe it's happening. Here's my music MySpace page:
http://www.myspace.com/mrawesomemusic
I need to get my guitar fixed. This is going to be historical.
For those who don't know, I play acoustic ska music with an emphasis on comedy. I have been called an "Acoustic Skamedian," which I think is pretty funny.
I realize that ska music isn't necessarily the best way to make money, but, then again, I don't really care about making money. Sure, making money through music is cool, but it's definitely much more satisfying to play your own music for others to hear and spread it around. Ska is the best genre I know, and I love to play and sing to it.
I've been doing the solo ska thing for a couple years now, since 2007. I've played a couple open mics before that, and it's always fun. I did once get paid, but it was a payment reserved for another performer who didn't come and my friend who was running the whole thing didn't care and wanted to give me money. So, I took it!
Like I said, there was an open mic last night that I played at. This other guy, Tyler, also played their too. He has been playing the other open mics for a while now, and I just liked him ever since he played Blink-182's "Fuck A Dog" in front like 200 students last semester. That's amazing. Tyler's dad, who is always at his open mic performances, is a promoter and I've heard him talk about how Tyler's band has a record deal and is getting big. Tyler's a talented guy, so it doesn't surprise me.
Last night, after I performed and Tyler performed, the dad comes up to me and says that he wants to hire me and have me open up for Tyler's band next month.
Again.
Last night, after I performed and Tyler performed, the dad comes up to me and says that he wants to hire me and have me open up for Tyler's band next month.
He wanted my contact info and told how much he liked what he heard and my personality and stuff, and I just started flipping out in my head. It was insane. I gave it to him and he said he'd call me and we'd finalize it and that I would get PAID. Oh my god. Actually get paid for performing. This is what any artist starting out strives for. To start getting out there and making money so they can further promote themselves and get noticed even more. That's AWESOME.
I still can't believe it's happening. Here's my music MySpace page:
http://www.myspace.com/mrawesomemusic
I need to get my guitar fixed. This is going to be historical.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
The Un-Relationship Story
Before I start, let me just say that I have had NOFX's "Take Two Placebos and Call Me Lame" going through my head all effin' day. I love that song. Go listen to it.
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I wanted to make a new post, but nothing interesting has happened to me recently. So, let me recall an interesting story from my past. Let it be known, I don't care about the person I talk about in this post at all. I'm going to use her real name, and I don't care if she finds out about this.
In my sophomore year of high school, I had an English class. And, in this English class, there was this girl with glasses named Amy. She was Spanish, I think. I never really knew her too well. I was not interested in this girl, and she did not get that memo.
One fine day, which, by the way, was a Thursday, this black girl in the class comes to my desk and gives me a note. The note is not from her, but from the Amy. She already had people working for her. I used to have the note on hand, because the whole experience that this note started was unforgettable. But, basically, this note said that she liked me and would like to hang out with me and stuff. It wasn't crazy or anything. It didn't say stuff like "I want to have your children and run around covered in twigs and berries" or anything. Just a normal "Hey, I like you" letter. Hey, that's alright.
So then, after the class was over, the Amy comes to my desk and says, "So, what did you think of my note?" I, trying to be as nice as possible while still retaining some form of rejection, say, "Oh, I thought it was nice." This relationship is off to a perfect start, no? She asks me my opinion of the letter and what I think and all this while I'm wondering why she's so interested in me. She mentions going to a movie, and I just react like someone who doesn't know English and just nod my head to everything she says. She asks for my number, and I begrudgingly give it to her, because I couldn't think of a nice way to say "no" right then.
The weekend comes, and I'm doing my homework. Trying to. I've had a problem with doing homework for a long time. Homework has this way of making me do the exact opposite of what it wants me to do. It's like going to a movie and then, as you're about to enter the theater, you turn around and drive home.
Back to my point. I'm doing my homework Sunday night. It's 11:30 PM, which is like the equivalent to 1:30 AM in college time. This means I was tired, and I was probably gonna go to bed as soon as the homework was done. It was due the next day, so it had to be finished. Then, the phone rings. I pick it up, and it's Amy. She's says hi, and I say hi, and then she says, "I want to talk to you." Yes, she wants to have intimate conversation at 11:30 at night. That's understandable. Just let me go and kill 20 people with my bare hands and I'll be right with you. Maybe, in her mind, high school kids never went to sleep, and so her request didn't seem so demented.
Anyway, I say (nearly verbatim), "Um, I'm doing homework right now and I really don't have time to talk." I would think that was a polite way of saying no, no? Amy says, "Oh, uh, ok." I then say something about seeing at her at school and the phone conversation ends. Hey, it's not my fault she had uber-awful timing.
So then, the next school day comes and the next English class comes. I sit through it, doing what a sophomore English student does. Then, the same black girl comes over to my desk and gives me a note. And, may I add, she does it angrily. She throws down the note and walks away. Not exaggerated or anything, but up until that point I did not know what an angry note-handing looked like.
I read the note. It's from Amy, again. And, she was super pissed. Ah, this explains why her black friend was angry at me! I just thought it was irrational anger... oh wait, it still was. I wish I knew where this note was, it was so fantastic to read. I couldn't believe how amazing it really was. I'd scan it and post it for the world to see! She asked me what was wrong with me and why I couldn't give her the time she deserved. She said she was trying to be nice and I was being an asshole. She said that if I couldn't be serious about it, she no longer wanted to be with me.
She broke up with me. Amy broke up with me and we were never in a relationship.
I'm sitting there, and I'm reading this note, and a feeling of "WTF" comes over me. This was even before I knew the term "WTF." I basically have no reaction to it. How am I supposed to? Do I go to her desk and say, "Hey, you're a fucking idiot and you don't know what you're talking about?" I probably should have. I fold the note, put it in my pocket, and show it to all my friends as soon as class is over.
So, that was my first official relationship, and it never even happened!
NOFX - "Pump Up the Valuum". Buy it, enjoy it, love it. See you next time!
START OF POST
I wanted to make a new post, but nothing interesting has happened to me recently. So, let me recall an interesting story from my past. Let it be known, I don't care about the person I talk about in this post at all. I'm going to use her real name, and I don't care if she finds out about this.
In my sophomore year of high school, I had an English class. And, in this English class, there was this girl with glasses named Amy. She was Spanish, I think. I never really knew her too well. I was not interested in this girl, and she did not get that memo.
One fine day, which, by the way, was a Thursday, this black girl in the class comes to my desk and gives me a note. The note is not from her, but from the Amy. She already had people working for her. I used to have the note on hand, because the whole experience that this note started was unforgettable. But, basically, this note said that she liked me and would like to hang out with me and stuff. It wasn't crazy or anything. It didn't say stuff like "I want to have your children and run around covered in twigs and berries" or anything. Just a normal "Hey, I like you" letter. Hey, that's alright.
So then, after the class was over, the Amy comes to my desk and says, "So, what did you think of my note?" I, trying to be as nice as possible while still retaining some form of rejection, say, "Oh, I thought it was nice." This relationship is off to a perfect start, no? She asks me my opinion of the letter and what I think and all this while I'm wondering why she's so interested in me. She mentions going to a movie, and I just react like someone who doesn't know English and just nod my head to everything she says. She asks for my number, and I begrudgingly give it to her, because I couldn't think of a nice way to say "no" right then.
The weekend comes, and I'm doing my homework. Trying to. I've had a problem with doing homework for a long time. Homework has this way of making me do the exact opposite of what it wants me to do. It's like going to a movie and then, as you're about to enter the theater, you turn around and drive home.
Back to my point. I'm doing my homework Sunday night. It's 11:30 PM, which is like the equivalent to 1:30 AM in college time. This means I was tired, and I was probably gonna go to bed as soon as the homework was done. It was due the next day, so it had to be finished. Then, the phone rings. I pick it up, and it's Amy. She's says hi, and I say hi, and then she says, "I want to talk to you." Yes, she wants to have intimate conversation at 11:30 at night. That's understandable. Just let me go and kill 20 people with my bare hands and I'll be right with you. Maybe, in her mind, high school kids never went to sleep, and so her request didn't seem so demented.
Anyway, I say (nearly verbatim), "Um, I'm doing homework right now and I really don't have time to talk." I would think that was a polite way of saying no, no? Amy says, "Oh, uh, ok." I then say something about seeing at her at school and the phone conversation ends. Hey, it's not my fault she had uber-awful timing.
So then, the next school day comes and the next English class comes. I sit through it, doing what a sophomore English student does. Then, the same black girl comes over to my desk and gives me a note. And, may I add, she does it angrily. She throws down the note and walks away. Not exaggerated or anything, but up until that point I did not know what an angry note-handing looked like.
I read the note. It's from Amy, again. And, she was super pissed. Ah, this explains why her black friend was angry at me! I just thought it was irrational anger... oh wait, it still was. I wish I knew where this note was, it was so fantastic to read. I couldn't believe how amazing it really was. I'd scan it and post it for the world to see! She asked me what was wrong with me and why I couldn't give her the time she deserved. She said she was trying to be nice and I was being an asshole. She said that if I couldn't be serious about it, she no longer wanted to be with me.
She broke up with me. Amy broke up with me and we were never in a relationship.
I'm sitting there, and I'm reading this note, and a feeling of "WTF" comes over me. This was even before I knew the term "WTF." I basically have no reaction to it. How am I supposed to? Do I go to her desk and say, "Hey, you're a fucking idiot and you don't know what you're talking about?" I probably should have. I fold the note, put it in my pocket, and show it to all my friends as soon as class is over.
So, that was my first official relationship, and it never even happened!
NOFX - "Pump Up the Valuum". Buy it, enjoy it, love it. See you next time!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
OMG, A HEADER
I have just made and added a brand new header to my page. I took a while, and I sacrificed homework time for it. But, it got done. And, may I say, it is absolutely fabulous.
Now my blog is too legit. Too legit to quit.
Now my blog is too legit. Too legit to quit.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Once, I was driving from Long Beach, CA to my home in Redondo Beach, CA. I was coming home from seeing some friends and local bands perform at this place called DiPiazza's.
As I was driving, I started looking around a bit and noticed a Hancock billboard. I started thinking about what Hancock was about, a poor, homeless, alcoholic superhero. I then began thinking about homeless people in general. I then began thinking about the homeless population of the area that I was in. Then, I wondered how much of that population had seen that billboard that day.
Woah.
As I was driving, I started looking around a bit and noticed a Hancock billboard. I started thinking about what Hancock was about, a poor, homeless, alcoholic superhero. I then began thinking about homeless people in general. I then began thinking about the homeless population of the area that I was in. Then, I wondered how much of that population had seen that billboard that day.
Woah.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
My first official story ever. On this blog. Ever.
Earlier last night (around 9:15), I decided to go to Best Buy and buy the new Jason Mraz CD. I heard a song of his on the radio today while helping to prepare a costume for this theater production I'm in, and was like, "Yes, Jason Mraz. I will buy your CD." I was also probably going to buy a DVD. I say probably because there's an endless amount of DVD's I should own but have yet to purchase.
Anyway, I head over to the Best Buy. I look through the CD's trying to figure out if they alphabetize solo artists by their first name or their last name. Apparently, they do both. I find Jason Mraz's name and We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things. is not there. Great. My reason for coming to Best Buy had just been shattered. So, I had to buy something else.
I head over to the comedy CD section because I haven't bought a comedy CD in quite a while. I don't even remember the last time I did. There's a bunch of CD's I already own, a bunch I did not want to own, and few I want to buy. I picked up a CD by this guy Mike Birbiglia. I had not heard of him that much before, but I recalled hearing good things about him. Having not heard his comedy before, I decided this would be the first part of my purchase.
I head up the escalator to the DVD section, for I knew I would not walk away from this Best Buy without at least one DVD in my hands. I notice immediately the "Hits for $6.99" sign, and look under it. I see a couple I'm interested in, but Fracture is the film that catches my eye. When such a good movie is available for less than $10, it must be mine. I decide it will be the second part of my purchase.
Slightly more down the row, I see Pineapple Express. It is the "Unrated Edition". I then take out my iPhone and look up the Wikipedia entry on Pineapple Express. Because I am the type of person that needs to own the best version of a movie out on DVD.
Say a movie called Hat is out on DVD. Then, say that there is a 2-disc unrated edition of Hat. Now say there is a 3-disc unrated edition of Hat with a bonus digital copy. I'm buying that version.
So, the Wikipedia entry for Pineapple Express says that there is an "Unrated Edition" and a "2-Disc Unrated Special Edition", so my mission becomes trying to find the "2-Disc Unrated Special Edition" in the store, otherwise I'm not buying Pineapple Express. I go to the Comedy section to see if there's any more copies of it, and if the "2-Disc Unrated Special Edition" is any of the ones amongst those copies. I scan across from M to R, an back to M and back to R. I look up and down at least twice before I finally hit the P's. I guess there aren't many films that begin with the letter P. That or Best Buy is slacking off. Anyways, once I hit the P's, I find one last copy of Pineapple Express. And guess what? It is the "2-Disc Unrated Special Edition". I decide it will make my purchase a trifecta.
So then, satisfied with my choices for the night, I head to the down escalator. I just randomly look around while on my ride, and then I look to the upper right. I see two tables with video games piled on top of them. On those tables I see paper signs. The signs read:
"Any game with these stickers (example of the sticker in question) is 50% OFF"
My head is frozen in place. I already have one CD and two DVD's. This purchase is already going to be a pretty penny (even though one of the DVD's is only 7 bucks). I ask myself, "Should I travel upstairs and see if there is anything worth purchasing one those tables?" The chances are slim that will find anything that is (a) worthy of being purchased when it has been marked down so much and will (b) work on the one console I own. I think it over until I'm nearly down the escalator, which means I thought it over for a while. Then, I decided. I'll take a chance.
I reach the bottom floor, do a U-turn, head back up the up escalator, and head over to the 50%-off video game tables. I skip over one table, because none of the games are for Xbox 360. I go to the second table and spot some 360 games. I have minimal interest in the 3 games I initially see. I skip the NCAA and MLB-themed games because I am not that into sports. And I don't have much interest in SEGA Superstars Tennis. Then, a game catches my eye. I pick it up. I have never seen this game before. I have never even heard the name before. But I pick it up still. I read the title:
Viking: Battle For Asgard
I turn it over. The following is the paragraph on the back describing the game's plot. I have not changed any of it. There is not much else on the back of this game to help it sell. This paragraph is the only thing that stands between me buying this game or throwing it back on the pile. This is what it said:
"You are Skarin, a rage-fueled Viking warrior hell-bent on revenge. The goddess of death has resurrected a legion of demon warriors to overrun mankind and begin the apocalypse. Wage all-out war to annihilate the enemy and free the Earth from the grip of the Underworld."
I'll start playing it on Tuesday.
Anyway, I head over to the Best Buy. I look through the CD's trying to figure out if they alphabetize solo artists by their first name or their last name. Apparently, they do both. I find Jason Mraz's name and We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things. is not there. Great. My reason for coming to Best Buy had just been shattered. So, I had to buy something else.
I head over to the comedy CD section because I haven't bought a comedy CD in quite a while. I don't even remember the last time I did. There's a bunch of CD's I already own, a bunch I did not want to own, and few I want to buy. I picked up a CD by this guy Mike Birbiglia. I had not heard of him that much before, but I recalled hearing good things about him. Having not heard his comedy before, I decided this would be the first part of my purchase.
I head up the escalator to the DVD section, for I knew I would not walk away from this Best Buy without at least one DVD in my hands. I notice immediately the "Hits for $6.99" sign, and look under it. I see a couple I'm interested in, but Fracture is the film that catches my eye. When such a good movie is available for less than $10, it must be mine. I decide it will be the second part of my purchase.
Slightly more down the row, I see Pineapple Express. It is the "Unrated Edition". I then take out my iPhone and look up the Wikipedia entry on Pineapple Express. Because I am the type of person that needs to own the best version of a movie out on DVD.
Say a movie called Hat is out on DVD. Then, say that there is a 2-disc unrated edition of Hat. Now say there is a 3-disc unrated edition of Hat with a bonus digital copy. I'm buying that version.
So, the Wikipedia entry for Pineapple Express says that there is an "Unrated Edition" and a "2-Disc Unrated Special Edition", so my mission becomes trying to find the "2-Disc Unrated Special Edition" in the store, otherwise I'm not buying Pineapple Express. I go to the Comedy section to see if there's any more copies of it, and if the "2-Disc Unrated Special Edition" is any of the ones amongst those copies. I scan across from M to R, an back to M and back to R. I look up and down at least twice before I finally hit the P's. I guess there aren't many films that begin with the letter P. That or Best Buy is slacking off. Anyways, once I hit the P's, I find one last copy of Pineapple Express. And guess what? It is the "2-Disc Unrated Special Edition". I decide it will make my purchase a trifecta.
So then, satisfied with my choices for the night, I head to the down escalator. I just randomly look around while on my ride, and then I look to the upper right. I see two tables with video games piled on top of them. On those tables I see paper signs. The signs read:
"Any game with these stickers (example of the sticker in question) is 50% OFF"
My head is frozen in place. I already have one CD and two DVD's. This purchase is already going to be a pretty penny (even though one of the DVD's is only 7 bucks). I ask myself, "Should I travel upstairs and see if there is anything worth purchasing one those tables?" The chances are slim that will find anything that is (a) worthy of being purchased when it has been marked down so much and will (b) work on the one console I own. I think it over until I'm nearly down the escalator, which means I thought it over for a while. Then, I decided. I'll take a chance.
I reach the bottom floor, do a U-turn, head back up the up escalator, and head over to the 50%-off video game tables. I skip over one table, because none of the games are for Xbox 360. I go to the second table and spot some 360 games. I have minimal interest in the 3 games I initially see. I skip the NCAA and MLB-themed games because I am not that into sports. And I don't have much interest in SEGA Superstars Tennis. Then, a game catches my eye. I pick it up. I have never seen this game before. I have never even heard the name before. But I pick it up still. I read the title:
Viking: Battle For Asgard
I turn it over. The following is the paragraph on the back describing the game's plot. I have not changed any of it. There is not much else on the back of this game to help it sell. This paragraph is the only thing that stands between me buying this game or throwing it back on the pile. This is what it said:
"You are Skarin, a rage-fueled Viking warrior hell-bent on revenge. The goddess of death has resurrected a legion of demon warriors to overrun mankind and begin the apocalypse. Wage all-out war to annihilate the enemy and free the Earth from the grip of the Underworld."
I'll start playing it on Tuesday.
OMG, I have a blog.
Greetings fellow internet viewers. I am Peter Awesome.
Now, it's very likely that you're asking yourself a very important question right now: "Why am I reading this?" I just want to let you know that I don't know.
Recently, I deleted an account from another blogging-esque website which I will call LiveDiary.com. When I wrote an entry on LiveDiary.com, I discovered that many, if not all, of my entries were negative in tone and contained an overuse of words that began with "f". I grew tired of giving off the impression that I was angry at the world. That is why I created this.
Here, I will do pretty much the exact opposite of what I did on LiveDiary.com.
On this blog, I intend to write about experiences of mine. But not just any experiences. The experiences I record here are ones that I find funny, unique, or just incredibly senseless. I've found that in the short time I've been on this planet, quite a few things have happened to me. I've also found that for many of them, when I tell people about them, they laugh. I like that. And so, here we are. I am here to recount my stories for your enjoyment.
Please, enjoy the good things you see here. Thank you.
Now, it's very likely that you're asking yourself a very important question right now: "Why am I reading this?" I just want to let you know that I don't know.
Recently, I deleted an account from another blogging-esque website which I will call LiveDiary.com. When I wrote an entry on LiveDiary.com, I discovered that many, if not all, of my entries were negative in tone and contained an overuse of words that began with "f". I grew tired of giving off the impression that I was angry at the world. That is why I created this.
Here, I will do pretty much the exact opposite of what I did on LiveDiary.com.
On this blog, I intend to write about experiences of mine. But not just any experiences. The experiences I record here are ones that I find funny, unique, or just incredibly senseless. I've found that in the short time I've been on this planet, quite a few things have happened to me. I've also found that for many of them, when I tell people about them, they laugh. I like that. And so, here we are. I am here to recount my stories for your enjoyment.
Please, enjoy the good things you see here. Thank you.
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