RIGHT HERE!
That is right ladies and gents, it is finally happening! Maurice Sendak's classic children's story, directed by Spike Jones is set to be released October 16th, 2009. It makes me want to bust out the footie pajamas and build a fort to wait in until October.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Strawberry Delight
Watch that video.
I want everyone to know that baseball cards are cool again. My lady and I were walking through Wal-mart the other night and we decided to collect the entire 2009 Topps set. We are buying a pack at a time, and what fun it is to open a new pack.
On another note; those that are in the know, know that I like shoes. I also happen to like Kanye West. Then he and Nike made some sweet kicks together so it is proverbial marriage of things I enjoy, and I should somehow get credit.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Indrid Cold and I
Obsessions, compulsions.
Check, double check, triple check,
discard.
Check, double check, triple check,
discard.
I paced the aisles in dismay. Check, double check, and so on. I could taste the stomach acid, the same that was eating my chest. Now in my mouth and the throb, insulin, light and sick. When they starve lab rats they become more active, survival. Checking, spinning the wheel, sleepless.
Neuroglycopenic manifestations: he was a child pulling on my coat tails. Expressionless. He held out the apple*, not an apple.
The apple.
Malus domestica.
The form.
Look this up.
Without opening his mouth he communicated "Eat, as form will never change"
"who-"
"Indrid"
Romeo and Juliet, I, IV
"Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace.
Thou talk'st of nothing."
MERCUTIO: "True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air..."
*Plantae-Magnoliophyta-Magnoliopsida-Rosales-Rosaceae-Maloideae
Check, double check, triple check,
discard.
Check, double check, triple check,
discard.
I paced the aisles in dismay. Check, double check, and so on. I could taste the stomach acid, the same that was eating my chest. Now in my mouth and the throb, insulin, light and sick. When they starve lab rats they become more active, survival. Checking, spinning the wheel, sleepless.
Neuroglycopenic manifestations: he was a child pulling on my coat tails. Expressionless. He held out the apple*, not an apple.
The apple.
Malus domestica.
The form.
Look this up.
Without opening his mouth he communicated "Eat, as form will never change"
"who-"
"Indrid"
Romeo and Juliet, I, IV
"Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace.
Thou talk'st of nothing."
MERCUTIO: "True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air..."
*Plantae-Magnoliophyta-Magnoliopsida-Rosales-Rosaceae-Maloideae
Friday, July 4, 2008
In case you were wondering...
This is a big weekend for me.
I'm stuck inside the extended stay America hotel, room 112 in San Fernando, California all by myself with no car and only a Target within walking distance. I will be documenting my insanity via my space bulletins.
I woke up this morning at the crack of 11, with the song "I feel like dying" stuck in my head still. The room was hot and almost swamp like, as i forgot to leave the cooler on last night. I promptly got up and began pacing around the room singing a few mixed up lines from an usher song they played last night. Around the time i made my second pass in front of the t.v. I heard a knock at the wall. Kat's room! I forgot for a moment that she left with the others yesterday and ran and knocked on her door. A huge Arab man opened the door and i explained my mistake as cool as possible, however in the excitement i left my key inside my room and was locked out.
After a few phone calls and a bitchy desk attendant I was allowed back into my room. I am now 3 hours , 4.5 cups of coffee , 2 bathroom trips and 7 Boca burgers in to my adventure. Unless I did my math wrong i am also 66 hours away from getting out and back to work. We can do this.
I'm stuck inside the extended stay America hotel, room 112 in San Fernando, California all by myself with no car and only a Target within walking distance. I will be documenting my insanity via my space bulletins.
I woke up this morning at the crack of 11, with the song "I feel like dying" stuck in my head still. The room was hot and almost swamp like, as i forgot to leave the cooler on last night. I promptly got up and began pacing around the room singing a few mixed up lines from an usher song they played last night. Around the time i made my second pass in front of the t.v. I heard a knock at the wall. Kat's room! I forgot for a moment that she left with the others yesterday and ran and knocked on her door. A huge Arab man opened the door and i explained my mistake as cool as possible, however in the excitement i left my key inside my room and was locked out.
After a few phone calls and a bitchy desk attendant I was allowed back into my room. I am now 3 hours , 4.5 cups of coffee , 2 bathroom trips and 7 Boca burgers in to my adventure. Unless I did my math wrong i am also 66 hours away from getting out and back to work. We can do this.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Blooddrunk Review
6/10 stars- "Hellhounds on My Trail" – 3:58
- "Blooddrunk" – 4:05
- "LoBodomy" – 4:24
- "One Day You Will Cry" – 4:05
- "Smile Pretty for the Devil" – 3:54
- "Tie My Rope" – 4:14
- "Done with Everything, Die for Nothing" – 3:29
- "Banned from Heaven" – 5:04
- "Roadkill Morning" – 3:32
Heres the thing, much like American Idol's, beloved David Archuleta; Children of Bodom has no range. Does that make them a bad band? No. Does it make them rather forgettable by track 5? Yes.
By the blistering minute in a half solo in "Banned from Heaven" I couldn't escape the feeling of deja vu. Had I been here before? Certainly Children of Bodom had. As far as new albums go I will put this on my "meh" list. To compare it to such masterpieces as BDM's "Nocturnal" or DTF's (R.I.P) "Are you serious", would be a grave injustice. It has its strong points though, Alexi "Wildchild" Laiho is a great guitarist save a few tone issues, and the punk rock driven, hateful edge of these guys is always fun. The scoop and plop of it is, get your fill of this album in your hesher friends t-top (Dan) and save your money for the new "Light This City" album due out later this year.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
New Black Dahlia Murder Album!
9/10 stars
When I was a mere teenager and I passed the threshold of puberty, I thought that was it. The max peak I could reach in life. Much later, after moving out of my parents basement, my friends assured me that was the pinnacle. I drifted through much of my life after that, ho- humming as i began my ascent. That was until I heard Nocturnal!
Blistering riffs, delicious vocals, and pound so deep you poop drums, all come together for an experience both orgasmic and liberating. Death master Trevor S. comes at you with straight from the grave of a possessed drunkard, with vocals that will scare your teeth out, while the guitars and rhythm section make sure not one second of the record is wasted. Favorite songs you ask? Check out :
What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse
Nocturnal
Warborn
Perhaps now I have reached the peak and can finally crawl under a hole, get a 9 to 5 and start "living". Ladies and gentlemen thats just about the twist and pull of it. Go get this album.
When I was a mere teenager and I passed the threshold of puberty, I thought that was it. The max peak I could reach in life. Much later, after moving out of my parents basement, my friends assured me that was the pinnacle. I drifted through much of my life after that, ho- humming as i began my ascent. That was until I heard Nocturnal!
Blistering riffs, delicious vocals, and pound so deep you poop drums, all come together for an experience both orgasmic and liberating. Death master Trevor S. comes at you with straight from the grave of a possessed drunkard, with vocals that will scare your teeth out, while the guitars and rhythm section make sure not one second of the record is wasted. Favorite songs you ask? Check out :
What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse
Nocturnal
Warborn
Perhaps now I have reached the peak and can finally crawl under a hole, get a 9 to 5 and start "living". Ladies and gentlemen thats just about the twist and pull of it. Go get this album.
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