Song currently stuck in my head:
The Sleeping - King of Hearts
They're a pretty emo heavier rock group that reminds me a lot of AFI. They're also featured in Guitar Hero III.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Exfoliating
I really want to shave my legs, but I'm not sure it's justified since I don't really ride my bike anymore. I always made fun of the xc guys who shaved their legs because it was pretty pointless for them to do it all the while substantiating my right-to-shave by saying that bicyclists need it in case of falls and the likely event of subsequent road rash.
Still, they do look nice shorn. And tan.
Still, they do look nice shorn. And tan.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Bonus
On Saturday after work I was talking with the homeowner whose house we had been drywalling that day. He and three or four other homeowners who had signed up to plow through some of their 'sweat equity' hours worked with Rebecca and I to get about 60% of the house completely drywalled.
It had been a pretty busy day and the three of us were just shooting the breeze when he told Rebecca and I that he wanted - before his house was finished - to get a picture with our team in it (Me, Rebecca, Charles) to frame and permanently place in his home.
Now that's rewarding.
It had been a pretty busy day and the three of us were just shooting the breeze when he told Rebecca and I that he wanted - before his house was finished - to get a picture with our team in it (Me, Rebecca, Charles) to frame and permanently place in his home.
Now that's rewarding.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Juno
Juno was absolutely fantastic. The humor was perfectly dry and sarcastic with enough wit to satisfy even my lofty tastes. Ellen Page was fantastic. I hope to see her in many movies to come; Michael Cera's hot streak continues even though he uses body glide on camera. That stuff is whack.
Peter Parker's boss was excellent as her father. Shit, everyone was good. No need to be specific.
Peter Parker's boss was excellent as her father. Shit, everyone was good. No need to be specific.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Philly
Philadelphia is so. effing. cold.
"Feels like" 9 degrees today. That is absolutely ridiculous. Going to see Juno with Seth this afternoon while Sean makes money being a salesperson.
I know I should just call the Philly HfH but that's scary and I don't like talking to people on the phone. I wish she'd just answer my damn email.
I'm not sure if I could afford to be an AmeriCorps and live in Philly...rent here would be (including utilities and the like) at least $500-600. Making $800 a month really kills your quality of living arrangement possibilities.
There are so many plusses to living here though that Charlotte just doesn't have. Maybe I should have taken the GRE's last summer. Ahhh hindsight.
"Feels like" 9 degrees today. That is absolutely ridiculous. Going to see Juno with Seth this afternoon while Sean makes money being a salesperson.
I know I should just call the Philly HfH but that's scary and I don't like talking to people on the phone. I wish she'd just answer my damn email.
I'm not sure if I could afford to be an AmeriCorps and live in Philly...rent here would be (including utilities and the like) at least $500-600. Making $800 a month really kills your quality of living arrangement possibilities.
There are so many plusses to living here though that Charlotte just doesn't have. Maybe I should have taken the GRE's last summer. Ahhh hindsight.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Vanilla Ice vs Soulja Boy
"Ice Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice:
Verse 1:
All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Verse 2:
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
Did you stop no I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car slammed on the gas
Bumpet to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene you know what I mean
They passed me up confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Verse 3:
Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast other DJs say damn
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while Shay revolves it
A classic, needless to say. Now something more modern.
"Crank Dat" by Soulja Boy:
Verse 1:
Soulja Boy up in it (OH!)
Watch Me Lean And Watch Me Rock
Super Man Dat (OH!)
Then Watch Me Crank Dat Robocop
Super Fresh, Now Watch Me Jock
Jocking On Them Haterz Man
When I Do Dat Soulja Boy
I Lean To The Left And Crank Dat Dance
(Now You)
I'm Jocking On Yo Bitch Ass
And If We Get The Fightin
Then I'm Cocking On Your Bitch
You Catch Me At Yo Local Party
Yes I Crank It Everyday
Haterz Get Mad Cuz
"I Got Me Some Bathin Apes"
Verse 2:
I'm Bouncin On My Toe
Watch Me Super Soak Dat (OH!)
I'ma Pass It To Arab
Then He Gon Pass It To The Low (Low)
Haterz Wanna Be Me
Soulja Boy, I'm The Man
They Be Lookin At My Neck
Sayin Its The Rubberband Man (Man)
Watch Me Do It (Watch Me Do It)
Dance (Dance)
Let Get To It (Let Get To It)
Nope, You Can't Do It Like Me
Hoe, So Don't Do It Like Me
Folk, I See You Tryna Do It Like Me
Man That Shit Was Ugly
As maligned as Vanilla Ice is/was, his song is lightyears better than what is currently one of the favorite rap/hip-hong songs of 2007. That is honestly just depressing. Crank Dat is incredibly poorly written, stupid, and has absolutely no redeeming value except for a funny video on youtube of kids dancing to that song. Pre-teens dancing to lines like "Superman that Ho." Classy, real classy. Where did Eminem go and how did he take all good rap with him? 50 Cent blows now. Anything associated with rap and hip-hop pretty much blows now. Nothing has any quality. It's shameful
Verse 1:
All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Verse 2:
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
Did you stop no I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car slammed on the gas
Bumpet to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene you know what I mean
They passed me up confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Verse 3:
Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast other DJs say damn
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while Shay revolves it
A classic, needless to say. Now something more modern.
"Crank Dat" by Soulja Boy:
Verse 1:
Soulja Boy up in it (OH!)
Watch Me Lean And Watch Me Rock
Super Man Dat (OH!)
Then Watch Me Crank Dat Robocop
Super Fresh, Now Watch Me Jock
Jocking On Them Haterz Man
When I Do Dat Soulja Boy
I Lean To The Left And Crank Dat Dance
(Now You)
I'm Jocking On Yo Bitch Ass
And If We Get The Fightin
Then I'm Cocking On Your Bitch
You Catch Me At Yo Local Party
Yes I Crank It Everyday
Haterz Get Mad Cuz
"I Got Me Some Bathin Apes"
Verse 2:
I'm Bouncin On My Toe
Watch Me Super Soak Dat (OH!)
I'ma Pass It To Arab
Then He Gon Pass It To The Low (Low)
Haterz Wanna Be Me
Soulja Boy, I'm The Man
They Be Lookin At My Neck
Sayin Its The Rubberband Man (Man)
Watch Me Do It (Watch Me Do It)
Dance (Dance)
Let Get To It (Let Get To It)
Nope, You Can't Do It Like Me
Hoe, So Don't Do It Like Me
Folk, I See You Tryna Do It Like Me
Man That Shit Was Ugly
As maligned as Vanilla Ice is/was, his song is lightyears better than what is currently one of the favorite rap/hip-hong songs of 2007. That is honestly just depressing. Crank Dat is incredibly poorly written, stupid, and has absolutely no redeeming value except for a funny video on youtube of kids dancing to that song. Pre-teens dancing to lines like "Superman that Ho." Classy, real classy. Where did Eminem go and how did he take all good rap with him? 50 Cent blows now. Anything associated with rap and hip-hop pretty much blows now. Nothing has any quality. It's shameful
Saturday, December 1, 2007
My lover Hughes
Dear Yankees,
Despite your owners' new-found love of proactive and aggressive dealing with the media and public, you have not yet destroyed your image. Dealing Phil Hughes however, will.
Sincerely,
Your Real Fans
PS - If this happens, it is GUARANTEED to backfire.
Despite your owners' new-found love of proactive and aggressive dealing with the media and public, you have not yet destroyed your image. Dealing Phil Hughes however, will.
Sincerely,
Your Real Fans
PS - If this happens, it is GUARANTEED to backfire.
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