This isn't going to be a review of improv shows I've seen this year...though I could probably do a blog on that. What I'm doing here is giving an update on the annalisist of my personal improv expierence and where I'm at now.
I got started with improv in July '08 when I "joined a troup" and then started taking classes at the Roving Imp on the 19th of July that year. Back then, I had every issue that a new improvisor could start out with wrong with me...except for an enthusiasm for improv...and the drive to get better.
Unfortunately, very few people are "born-with-it" and everyone learns at there own pace. 2 1/2 years later, I have finally gotten comfortable with moving my body, having an emotional relationship with my scene partner, playing the game...
Okay, well, I've always been comfortable playing the game. It's finding and recognizing the game I've had trouble with and still have trouble with sometimes.
Emotional relations was probably the absolute hardest hurdle for me to get over and get over seriously...in other words, real emotion, not something fake. This is one of those things that come with the territory of having a Y chromosone (I'm a guy, therefore, having an emotion and selling it are two different things).
I have always been better at short form games...the games someone sees played on the show Whose Line Is It Anyway...and not so strong at Long form. I have been trying desperately but it's been lacking. I've been in 2 long forms in the last 4 months. In September, I was in a plus rounde in which my charicter was shy but trying to fit in in a town where naked is the norm. On December 11, I was in a La Rounde that had magical potions and people died and came back as chickens and I wound up getting pregnant.
One of the reasons I haven't been strong at long form is because I've been afraid to add information...I might say something that contradicts something that someone else already said. Sometimes, it is still hard for me to find an emotion and I might wind up going for a logical response (which is also a product of having a Y chromosone). I have recently discovered that I don't catch on to my physicality.
Months ago, I had an issue with personal placement in relation to my scene partner. I would be on one end of the stage and they would be on the other. However, I have recently discovered that I've been standing too close to my scene partner. This closeness suggests something to the audiance that I don't see while I'm on stage. I've pretty much wound up putting myself into romantic situations with my scene partner that I don't notice from where I stand on stage.
Also, in scenes, I will tell a joke. There are a few problems with telling a joke in an improv scene. One is that it doesn't take the show anywhere and can, in fact, kill the scene. It sets you up for the responsability of telling more jokes. It's not needed...pure and simple. What improvisation wants is to be real and in the moment. A joke requires thought. Improv should be more actual gut reaction and not planned out preperation. Seriously, an improv scene in which a person's reactions are closer to real life emotional reaction, the better.
So now I've come to the point where I want to state the nitty gritty of where I am at in my improv for the end of 2010:
As far as I'm concerned, I've come along way in the past couple of years. I've gotten emotional. It hasn't been 100% clear what all the time but in class, I'm getting called down a lot less for it.
I've moved my body in ways that I had no idea it could move.
I've succeded in facial exspressions and, occasionally, accents.
Along with emotional, I've been responding more emotionally and less logically lately. It not where it could be. But it's a lot less.
One of my goals for going into 2011 is that I want to make absolutely sure I feel towards the other charicter. I really don't care what that feeling is, just as long as I feel something for them...love, hate, ect. I want there to be a without a doubt feeling towards them.
I want to be aware of my physicality on stage or at least be able to see it from the audiance's point of view.
Finally, I would like to be able to get by with just reacting realistically...no logical or joke responses. I also want to be able to realize when I'm about to say a joke and not do the joke. The same goes for inventing things that weren't there before...not to be confused with adding information. The information I add can be done without inventing anything new.
Anyway, this is where I see myself standing for my improv as I go from 2010 to 2011.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Matthew of the IHOP Restroom Part III
The Path of Desire and the Path of Necessity were special places. To Matthew, it looked like a nature trail. But to the people on the planet of Stroganoff, it was so much more. The Path of Necessity would read your mind and give you what you truly needed. You’re hungry; the path would provide for you a sandwich; or some other form of sustenance long enough to get by. The Path of Desire had the same function only, for the same need, hungry in this situation, cake and ice cream would be provided. It is written that the Path knows what the heart desires; but the brain is stupid.
“That is a lame saying,” Matthew said to Klaper after Klaper told Matthew the exact same saying I just said to you.
“You have no idea some of the things people have wished for when they’ve entered the Path of Desire,” Klaper said. “A chosen one that we got eight years ago made a wish that this place would be known as the land of Nude. And so therefore, all the legal documents were automatically changed for this land to be known as the land of Nude. He was kind of a pervert.”
“Why did you never change it back?” Matthew asked.
“Before that chosen one was killed in battle, a law was passed to keep the Path of Desire from changing the names of places so since then; it’s just been the Land of Nude.”
Klaper didn’t want to go into detail about the law but the simple fact of the matter was that the land’s name had been changed several times in its history. The very first name ever given to the land was the Land of Peace and Tranquility. This lasted until the very first chosen one arrived from the 3rd dimension who decided to call it The Land of Boredom. Later, the name got changed to the Land of Your Anus (which seemed to make sense in the guy’s mind then but had no real relevance to anything) and various other rude and crude names before becoming the Land of Nude.
“Well, go ahead,” Klaper said, “make a wish or three.”
Matthew had three things on his mind that he desired. For starters, he desperately wanted to relieve himself since the last time he went to use the restroom, he got swooped out of his dimension and brought to this very odd place. He was also hungry and wanted a decent breakfast. And above all else, he wanted to have a girl who was just like his beloved Katie Waller in everyway…nothing really special about that one since she was on his mind all the time anyway.
As luck would have it, right there in the middle of the path, without out saying anything at all, a nice clean restroom appeared that looked like it came straight from a hotel room. After he went in, used it, and was able to wash his hands (which is significant because had he been on the Path of Necessity, he may have just simply gotten a Johnny on the Spot) he came out to an enormous breakfast that looked like it was set for world leaders. He sat down at the table, invited Klaper to sit down and they began to have breakfast. Then, five minutes into breakfast, Matthew heard the voice of a young woman.
“Hello, can someone get me down from here?!” cried the girls voice. The voice came from up in a tree. Klaper gave Matthew a look like what all did you wish for while Matthew looked for some rope or something.
Matthew quickly found a ladder that just appeared since he needed something that would get the young woman down from a tree and the ladder was the greatest possible tool for getting the woman down. Okay, well, the ladder was diamond studded so that probably added to the extravagance as opposed to the need.
As the young woman came down, Matthew looked right at her and said, “Katie, Katie Waller?!” Matthew thought she looked everything like Katie: blue-green eyes, the perfectly shaped nose that seemed to round at the bottom and the tip, the long flowing brown hair, the lips that made her look gorgeous without making her look skanky, the breast…
“No, I’m not your beloved Katie Waller,” said the girl with a hint of rage that turned into mild but annoyed sarcasm. “I’m just like her in everyway.”
“Who are you?” asked Klaper, “and what are you doing here?”
“My name is Mary Ann Stein,” the young woman said, “I was sent here to you, Matthew of the IHOP Restroom by a combination of the Path and the Wishing Star and a few other heavenly beings and, no Matthew of the IHOP restroom, while my name is Mary Ann Stein, I’m not related to Frankenstein.”
“Wait,” said Matthew, “the Path has a wishing star?”
The Path did in deed have a wishing star. Some wishes are greater than the Path can provide. The Path could only provide inanimate objects. When a wish calls for a living, breathing person, one must go, investigate said person, find the heavenly being that was most compatible, Mary in this case, and present them in the form of the person asked for.
“So, you’re a star of some sort?” Matthew asked.
“More like a wind Gnome, I kind of…float around on the wind like a steam or a gas or something like that,” Mary said. “So, McAmsterdam, have you told IHOP Restroom over here what he’s the chosen one for yet?”
“I wish everyone would stop calling me that name!” Matthew said. “I go to IHOP Once at three in the morning, go to use the restroom and all of a sudden, I’m Matthew of the IHOP Restroom!”
“Yeah, basically,” Mary said.
“I have not,” Klaper said, “I’ve been trying to avoid it.”
“Yeah, about that,” Matthew said, “why am I here? You won’t give me valuable information because I’m an outsider and so far, everyone you’ve gotten from my dimension has died more than likely with a lack of knowledge. Why can’t you just tell me what I need to know? I don’t want to just simply die without any knowing either what it’s really for or how to prevent it.”
“You know, you dieing would actually work out well for me,” Mary said. “I can get back to my wind Gnomeing business.”
“You know, Mary Ann, what’s your deal? Why are you like that?” Matthew said. “If you’re everything like Katie Waller, you should be sweet and pleasant and fair and…”
Mary stopped him by scoffing at his ridiculous notions. When Matthew questioned why she scoffed, she asked, “do you know anything about this Katie Waller of whom you speak? You’re speaking like some gallant knight of the middle ages of your dimension who’s practicing the art of courtly love but in reality, you don’t know anything about her. Do you?!”
“I do so,” he exclaimed. “I know that she’s in an English class with me and that she’s hot.”
Klaper got out of the way because he knew that this was one subject that he didn’t want to be involved in. Matthew heisted because he knew that Mary was right. She was picked because psychologically, she was the most like Katie Waller. So she probably knew that there was more to her than he knew.
“You can’t go basing who you fall in love with based on the fact that they’re hot!” Mary exclaimed, “Trust me on this. I knew of a commit that fell in love with a distant star once. And you know what happened to the commit? It melted. That’s because commits are made of ice and stars are hot. So, I ask you if you know anything else about this Katie of yours…”
Matthew had absolutely nothing. Mary cursed the wishing star for getting her stuck as being the love interest of some guy who knew nothing of the love interest she was portraying other than the fact that she was hot…oh, and they had a class together. Klaper, who came out from hiding, decided maybe it was time to go ahead and tell Matthew about the impending battle that could potentially kill him. That should lighten things up a bit, he thought.
“That is a lame saying,” Matthew said to Klaper after Klaper told Matthew the exact same saying I just said to you.
“You have no idea some of the things people have wished for when they’ve entered the Path of Desire,” Klaper said. “A chosen one that we got eight years ago made a wish that this place would be known as the land of Nude. And so therefore, all the legal documents were automatically changed for this land to be known as the land of Nude. He was kind of a pervert.”
“Why did you never change it back?” Matthew asked.
“Before that chosen one was killed in battle, a law was passed to keep the Path of Desire from changing the names of places so since then; it’s just been the Land of Nude.”
Klaper didn’t want to go into detail about the law but the simple fact of the matter was that the land’s name had been changed several times in its history. The very first name ever given to the land was the Land of Peace and Tranquility. This lasted until the very first chosen one arrived from the 3rd dimension who decided to call it The Land of Boredom. Later, the name got changed to the Land of Your Anus (which seemed to make sense in the guy’s mind then but had no real relevance to anything) and various other rude and crude names before becoming the Land of Nude.
“Well, go ahead,” Klaper said, “make a wish or three.”
Matthew had three things on his mind that he desired. For starters, he desperately wanted to relieve himself since the last time he went to use the restroom, he got swooped out of his dimension and brought to this very odd place. He was also hungry and wanted a decent breakfast. And above all else, he wanted to have a girl who was just like his beloved Katie Waller in everyway…nothing really special about that one since she was on his mind all the time anyway.
As luck would have it, right there in the middle of the path, without out saying anything at all, a nice clean restroom appeared that looked like it came straight from a hotel room. After he went in, used it, and was able to wash his hands (which is significant because had he been on the Path of Necessity, he may have just simply gotten a Johnny on the Spot) he came out to an enormous breakfast that looked like it was set for world leaders. He sat down at the table, invited Klaper to sit down and they began to have breakfast. Then, five minutes into breakfast, Matthew heard the voice of a young woman.
“Hello, can someone get me down from here?!” cried the girls voice. The voice came from up in a tree. Klaper gave Matthew a look like what all did you wish for while Matthew looked for some rope or something.
Matthew quickly found a ladder that just appeared since he needed something that would get the young woman down from a tree and the ladder was the greatest possible tool for getting the woman down. Okay, well, the ladder was diamond studded so that probably added to the extravagance as opposed to the need.
As the young woman came down, Matthew looked right at her and said, “Katie, Katie Waller?!” Matthew thought she looked everything like Katie: blue-green eyes, the perfectly shaped nose that seemed to round at the bottom and the tip, the long flowing brown hair, the lips that made her look gorgeous without making her look skanky, the breast…
“No, I’m not your beloved Katie Waller,” said the girl with a hint of rage that turned into mild but annoyed sarcasm. “I’m just like her in everyway.”
“Who are you?” asked Klaper, “and what are you doing here?”
“My name is Mary Ann Stein,” the young woman said, “I was sent here to you, Matthew of the IHOP Restroom by a combination of the Path and the Wishing Star and a few other heavenly beings and, no Matthew of the IHOP restroom, while my name is Mary Ann Stein, I’m not related to Frankenstein.”
“Wait,” said Matthew, “the Path has a wishing star?”
The Path did in deed have a wishing star. Some wishes are greater than the Path can provide. The Path could only provide inanimate objects. When a wish calls for a living, breathing person, one must go, investigate said person, find the heavenly being that was most compatible, Mary in this case, and present them in the form of the person asked for.
“So, you’re a star of some sort?” Matthew asked.
“More like a wind Gnome, I kind of…float around on the wind like a steam or a gas or something like that,” Mary said. “So, McAmsterdam, have you told IHOP Restroom over here what he’s the chosen one for yet?”
“I wish everyone would stop calling me that name!” Matthew said. “I go to IHOP Once at three in the morning, go to use the restroom and all of a sudden, I’m Matthew of the IHOP Restroom!”
“Yeah, basically,” Mary said.
“I have not,” Klaper said, “I’ve been trying to avoid it.”
“Yeah, about that,” Matthew said, “why am I here? You won’t give me valuable information because I’m an outsider and so far, everyone you’ve gotten from my dimension has died more than likely with a lack of knowledge. Why can’t you just tell me what I need to know? I don’t want to just simply die without any knowing either what it’s really for or how to prevent it.”
“You know, you dieing would actually work out well for me,” Mary said. “I can get back to my wind Gnomeing business.”
“You know, Mary Ann, what’s your deal? Why are you like that?” Matthew said. “If you’re everything like Katie Waller, you should be sweet and pleasant and fair and…”
Mary stopped him by scoffing at his ridiculous notions. When Matthew questioned why she scoffed, she asked, “do you know anything about this Katie Waller of whom you speak? You’re speaking like some gallant knight of the middle ages of your dimension who’s practicing the art of courtly love but in reality, you don’t know anything about her. Do you?!”
“I do so,” he exclaimed. “I know that she’s in an English class with me and that she’s hot.”
Klaper got out of the way because he knew that this was one subject that he didn’t want to be involved in. Matthew heisted because he knew that Mary was right. She was picked because psychologically, she was the most like Katie Waller. So she probably knew that there was more to her than he knew.
“You can’t go basing who you fall in love with based on the fact that they’re hot!” Mary exclaimed, “Trust me on this. I knew of a commit that fell in love with a distant star once. And you know what happened to the commit? It melted. That’s because commits are made of ice and stars are hot. So, I ask you if you know anything else about this Katie of yours…”
Matthew had absolutely nothing. Mary cursed the wishing star for getting her stuck as being the love interest of some guy who knew nothing of the love interest she was portraying other than the fact that she was hot…oh, and they had a class together. Klaper, who came out from hiding, decided maybe it was time to go ahead and tell Matthew about the impending battle that could potentially kill him. That should lighten things up a bit, he thought.
Friday, December 17, 2010
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead CD 2
Well, here it is. It's the second CD in the I'll Sleep When I'm Dead Warren Zevon anthology. This took about as long to put together as the previous one took to load. I'm hoping this doesn't have any problems.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
A Fighting Chance Is Better Than No Chance At All
Last Friday, I got to perform in The Next Big Improv Show.
Before I say anymore, let me direct you to my friend Chris's blog entry from Thursday September 23 that actually tells about what The Next Big Improv Show is.
It's okay, I'll wait.
Ho-Hum-Ho-Hum...
You read it? You're up to date? Okay then.
Anyway, one of the performers wasn't able to perform that night. John knew about way way in advanced. There have been some performers who haven't been able to make it and they have been cut on elimination nights because of this. But 2 performers, 1 of which already had a back up, told John months ago that they couldn't make it. The one I performed in the place of was going to his wife's graduation.
John sent an e-mail out about it back on Monday, the 6th. I was tempted to say something. But I didn't want to perform if the situation was that the guy who was getting filled in for would be eliminated if we were voted off. It's one thing to get voted off under your own merrit. It's something else to get voted off because somebody else sucked. By the time I went to rehearsal Thursday night, nobody still didn't fill in.
Early Friday morning, I sent an e-mail to John saying I would go ahead and fill in. Because of what I said in the above paragraph and the fact that the challenge was an emotion challenge...something that hasn't always been my strong point and I've only really recently gotten better at (in my opinion anyway) I said I would fill in until John found someone he considered to be better at emotional work than I was. Well, show time came and he didn't find anyone else so I wound up performing. Fortunately for me, I got to perform in the R I Spectacular show just before that due to someone else being ill.
I had an all day panic attack over it because of the possability that if I got cut, the guy would be eliminated. But if nobody stepped in, he would have more than likely been eliminted anyway because that's how it works. I had basically decided that a fighting chance was better than no chance at all.
At the end of the show, I wound up in the middle 3 (out of 9 contestants). So the good news was that the person I stepped in for would get to perform in the next one. The top 3 were judged and a winner picked and the bottom 3 were judged and the one sent home was picked. The two of us that filled in for somebody made it into the top 6. So both of our people will be coming back to the next show.
Getting to perform in the R I show before that did a world for my nerves because in that, I was playing on my own merrit. And my personal highlight was that part of the show where I did a historical interprative dance as George Washington at Valley Forge to the music of QUEEN!
Before I say anymore, let me direct you to my friend Chris's blog entry from Thursday September 23 that actually tells about what The Next Big Improv Show is.
It's okay, I'll wait.
Ho-Hum-Ho-Hum...
You read it? You're up to date? Okay then.
Anyway, one of the performers wasn't able to perform that night. John knew about way way in advanced. There have been some performers who haven't been able to make it and they have been cut on elimination nights because of this. But 2 performers, 1 of which already had a back up, told John months ago that they couldn't make it. The one I performed in the place of was going to his wife's graduation.
John sent an e-mail out about it back on Monday, the 6th. I was tempted to say something. But I didn't want to perform if the situation was that the guy who was getting filled in for would be eliminated if we were voted off. It's one thing to get voted off under your own merrit. It's something else to get voted off because somebody else sucked. By the time I went to rehearsal Thursday night, nobody still didn't fill in.
Early Friday morning, I sent an e-mail to John saying I would go ahead and fill in. Because of what I said in the above paragraph and the fact that the challenge was an emotion challenge...something that hasn't always been my strong point and I've only really recently gotten better at (in my opinion anyway) I said I would fill in until John found someone he considered to be better at emotional work than I was. Well, show time came and he didn't find anyone else so I wound up performing. Fortunately for me, I got to perform in the R I Spectacular show just before that due to someone else being ill.
I had an all day panic attack over it because of the possability that if I got cut, the guy would be eliminated. But if nobody stepped in, he would have more than likely been eliminted anyway because that's how it works. I had basically decided that a fighting chance was better than no chance at all.
At the end of the show, I wound up in the middle 3 (out of 9 contestants). So the good news was that the person I stepped in for would get to perform in the next one. The top 3 were judged and a winner picked and the bottom 3 were judged and the one sent home was picked. The two of us that filled in for somebody made it into the top 6. So both of our people will be coming back to the next show.
Getting to perform in the R I show before that did a world for my nerves because in that, I was playing on my own merrit. And my personal highlight was that part of the show where I did a historical interprative dance as George Washington at Valley Forge to the music of QUEEN!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Life, Death, and Something in the Between
Almost every day, I consider the possability that I or someone I love won't be here tomorrow...either through anger, last minute move, or death in an accident or something. I don't know why it is that this is an engrained thought, but it is. I could delve back into my personal history and talk about my grandpa's death and how, in my mind, I see it as he was murdured by Robert Cortney (the guy who diluted chemo drugs about 10-15 or so years ago), or watching my uncle take his last breath. You could look at the fact that a friend of mine died in a flood the day after he turned 18. You could look at the fact that I've been to about 10 funerals and only 4 weddings in my life. You could look at something other than death that I've lost a lot of friends to long-term moves recently and never even got to say good bye to a good number of them to their face (this has really affected me a lot).
Anyway, whatever it is, I'd like to say that I live a life that respected the people and places that are present in my life every moment of my life. I never know when that moment will be the last moment I get to have with them. I will even, if I want to do something with my friends, say that "I'll be there if I don't die tragically in a severe car accident." While this was to convey my desire to be present at said event, it really just kind of creeped my friends out.
I'll admit that I'm not exactly normal; and therefore, I don't exactly know how to exspress myself and instead, I just come across creepy or weird or the kind of person you might put on a suicide watch list. I've even been told before that I have suicidal tendencies because I've invisioned myself getting hit by a bus before. This may be "suicidal," but it's never been a desire. It's just something I have envisioned as having the possability as happening. If there's one thing I hope I have made clear in this entry, it's that I never know what's going to happen. I never know if I'll ever get the chance to see certain people or be in certain places again. If this is a suicidal tendency, to want to take in as much time with certain people as I can, then maybe I'm suicadal. I don't know. But I don't believe it to be so. What I do believe is as I've said already, is that life needs to be respected and also, as I updated my status back about the time I was starting this entry a week ago:
(David)reminds you to respect and charish your time with others. You never know if that chance will come again.The video I open this entry with is a song by the band RUSH that was going through my mind a week ago when I started to type this. Of course, YouTube had to be jerks and yada-yada. You know the rest by now. The following clip is a live recording of the song "Don't Let Us Get Sick" by (duhh) Warren Zevon. It feels right in this blog entry. You should know, though, that the video wasn't made by me.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Short, Quick and to the point
That's what she said...
Today, I changed my profile picture. Due to the fact that children get abused, people on facebook are posting pictures of cartoon charicters from their childhood. I chose Pinky from Pinky and the Brain.
Granted, he's from later in my childhood, but Anamaniacs, in which Pinky and the Brain originally aired, came out when I was in 4th or 5th grade. I updated my status about the thing in Pinky fashion.
Egad, Brain! Children are abused on a regular basis?!? We should do something like post pictures of cartoon charicters from our childhood. Because trying to get a monkey to wear pants, well that's just rediculus. For the record, I realize that I basically call out the rediculus of adding a cartoon image to help stop child abuse like it actually works. But you know, it's fun. And unlike brest cancer, there is not really a secret code on what it's about.
Second, I went out to the Roving Imp last night to see a belly dance show. It was the second belly dance show I had seen. The first one I saw was at the Roving Imp but it was held back in November 2009. Man, the changes that have been made to the Roving Imp in the last year...
Anyway, that's my update for Friday/Saturday morning. I'm in a show Saturday night!
Today, I changed my profile picture. Due to the fact that children get abused, people on facebook are posting pictures of cartoon charicters from their childhood. I chose Pinky from Pinky and the Brain.
Granted, he's from later in my childhood, but Anamaniacs, in which Pinky and the Brain originally aired, came out when I was in 4th or 5th grade. I updated my status about the thing in Pinky fashion.
Egad, Brain! Children are abused on a regular basis?!? We should do something like post pictures of cartoon charicters from our childhood. Because trying to get a monkey to wear pants, well that's just rediculus. For the record, I realize that I basically call out the rediculus of adding a cartoon image to help stop child abuse like it actually works. But you know, it's fun. And unlike brest cancer, there is not really a secret code on what it's about.
Second, I went out to the Roving Imp last night to see a belly dance show. It was the second belly dance show I had seen. The first one I saw was at the Roving Imp but it was held back in November 2009. Man, the changes that have been made to the Roving Imp in the last year...
Anyway, that's my update for Friday/Saturday morning. I'm in a show Saturday night!
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Thanksgiving Auto Work
Okay, so a week ago Tuesday, my car started smoking really bad. It turned out that an air bubble got into the radiator pipe and it burst causing radiator fluid to wind up all over the inside of the hood of the car. No lights came on or anything. But the temperature guage was all the way above hot. Some guy had me pull over and he took a look at it. I was with my mom and grandma at the time. We were heading to Perkin's to get some dinner. A tow truck came and took the car to CarMax. It was about 8pm so there was nobody there really to do anything. I was able to give them my keys and then wait for a cab.
On Wednesday, I got a call telling me what all was going on. But it had to stay over night because parts had to be called for. This "over night" just so happend to be going into Thanksgiving weekend. They were closed Thursday-Sunday. I even got a call Friday reminding me that nobody was there. And the shop is closed Saturday-Sunday anyway.
On Monday, they found something else wrong. They localized it to a cracked pipe.
Oh, I forgot to mention that my car was also leaking (the guy used the word "puking") oil. Not very plesant word when referring to what the oil in your car is doing...or not talking about oil at all.
Anyway, I got my car back Tuesday around 2:00 pm. This made it just shy of a full week by about 6-7 hours. I had a $50 co-pay on an extended warrenty that covered everything but what was found on Monday. Parts and labor brought the total bill to $119 and some cents.
Now, I'm going to update my blog in another day or so about the improv this last weekend. And I also thank Chris Hurt for the lift he provided with his car so that I could participate out at the Roving Imp this last weekend. But like I said, that's another blog entry for another time.
On Wednesday, I got a call telling me what all was going on. But it had to stay over night because parts had to be called for. This "over night" just so happend to be going into Thanksgiving weekend. They were closed Thursday-Sunday. I even got a call Friday reminding me that nobody was there. And the shop is closed Saturday-Sunday anyway.
On Monday, they found something else wrong. They localized it to a cracked pipe.
Oh, I forgot to mention that my car was also leaking (the guy used the word "puking") oil. Not very plesant word when referring to what the oil in your car is doing...or not talking about oil at all.
Anyway, I got my car back Tuesday around 2:00 pm. This made it just shy of a full week by about 6-7 hours. I had a $50 co-pay on an extended warrenty that covered everything but what was found on Monday. Parts and labor brought the total bill to $119 and some cents.
Now, I'm going to update my blog in another day or so about the improv this last weekend. And I also thank Chris Hurt for the lift he provided with his car so that I could participate out at the Roving Imp this last weekend. But like I said, that's another blog entry for another time.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Seattle has Football Fans.
I wanted to go ahead and post this while I still have access to the facebook profile page of a friend of mine. There is a slight chance they won't let me see their profile after this. But I thought it was too good to pass up.
On their status, they said:
Oh, by the way. I don't really care all that much about football.
On their status, they said:
"I find it hard to believe that seattle has football fans....isn't it kind of artsy and gay?"I couldn't help but respond with this:
Yeah, football kind of is artsy and gay. =DI seriously thought that was too good to pass up.
Oh, by the way. I don't really care all that much about football.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Matthew of the IHOP Restroom Part 2
Matthew sat down in the holy man’s office and waited for about thirty minutes. He hated waiting; always had. In the thirty minutes he was there, he came to the conclusion that he seemed to be on Earth. Nothing about the place suggested to him that he was on a distant planet. What got him was that it seemed he was in a mixture of the Roman Empire during the time of Caesar with a Religious sect involved. Finally, the holy man entered the office.
“Sorry it took me so long to get here, Matthew of the IHOP Restroom,” he said with what seemed to be the most sincere of apologies. “I had to go stand in a flowing river to purge myself before I could be in my office with you since you are, after all, the chosen one.”
“Well, okay, you are the holy man,” Matthew said. He didn’t want to get in the way of whatever religion the guy had that made him such a spectacle that the holy man had to go purge himself ritually of any sins by standing in flowing water. He frankly didn’t care. What he really wanted to know was where he was and why he was there.
“Matthew of the IHOP Restroom, please allow me to introduce myself.” He paused. Matthew waited for him to introduce himself. He did nothing. That was with the exception of after thirty seconds, he changed his tactics to begging, “Please, Matthew of the IHOP Restroom, Please, I implore you to allow me to introduce myself.”
“Okay,” Matthew said, “please, go ahead and introduce yourself.” Matthew didn’t get why he had to beg like that. But as before, he just assumed it was one of those ritual things certain holy men had to do.
“Thank you, Matthew, of the IHOP Restroom,” he started. “My name is Klapertoes McAmsterdam. I am the high priest of the land of Nude.”
“Klapertoes McAmsterdam?” Matthew questioned. “Would you mind if I just called you Klaper?”
“If you so wish, Matthew of the IHOP Restroom.” Matthew was starting to get tired of having his name associated with the IHOP restroom. But he didn’t want to interrupt Klaper anymore or else he’d never find out why he was there. “Anyway, this is the land of Nude. You may also want to know that this is the planet Stroganoff in the 18th dimension. We…”
“Whoa!” cried Matthew. “Planet Stroganoff in the 18th dimension? How can this be?”
Klaper was shocked at the fact that it shocked Matthew. “Well, as you know, Matthew of the IHOP restroom,” Matthew, who had had it with that begged him to just call him Matthew when he was talking to him and seeing as how he made Matthew beg, Klaper promised and then went on. “The second dimension is on a flat piece of paper. The third dimension is, where you’re from I believe, where things stick out and are not flat. The fourth dimension is time. The fifth through the 17th are psychological, mental, spiritual, super natural, superficial, and a combination of space and time in with those. And the 18th dimension is where all of the previous combine into one.”
“So what you’re trying to tell me,” Matthew said, “is…” Matthew didn’t honestly have an idea. He thought he did but it escaped him.
“Everything you would call science fiction and fantasy where you’re from would be reality here,” Klaper said.
“Okay then, now, would you mind telling me why I’m here?” Matthew asked.
“Because you are the chosen one!” said Klaper. “Fate has brought you here.” Matthew didn’t like the sound of that. The only reason, he thought, that fate brought him there was that he had to use the restroom at that exact moment. Fate had nothing to do with it. It was a necessity. Klaper continued. “Anyone could have come through the portal but it was you who came.”
“That’s been established already,” Matthew said, “everyone knows I came here because I’m the one who stepped through the portal. What I want to know was why there was a portal sent for me to go through?”
“Oh, well, if that’s all you wanted to know, why didn’t you just ask?” Klaper asked. “A portal was sent to get you because there is a battle of epic proportions being fought and you need to lead it.”
“Shouldn’t you have gotten someone already?”
“We did,” Klaper said. “We celebrated his coming, showed him around, sent him out in battle and he died.”
Matthew felt uneasy. He wanted an explanation as to why he was now chosen and the term fate wasn’t good enough for him. But in reality, he didn’t even believe he was the one who was supposed to be there. Fate could have brought anyone there. If they needed someone who could prepare a chocolate dipped cone, he was there man. If they needed to know an alternative version to “Werewolves Of London,” he was there man. They want someone to fight a war, he needed something. And no Oreo Mint Blizzard was going to help them fight the war. “How are we supposed to fight?” Matthew asked.
“Oh, that I can’t tell you,” Klaper said, “It’s classified.” Matthew dropped his jaw. “Look, Matthew of the IHOP Rest…oh, yeah, sorry, look Matthew, just because you’re the Chosen One doesn’t mean we can tell you all of our secrets. You’re an outsider.” Matthew’s look of despair, confusion and whatever that look is that reminds drivers of deer with headlights in their eyes convinced Klaper that he couldn’t just conceal it. “Okay fine,” he said, “I’ll explain it all to you when we go to the Path of Desire and the Path of Necessity.
“Sorry it took me so long to get here, Matthew of the IHOP Restroom,” he said with what seemed to be the most sincere of apologies. “I had to go stand in a flowing river to purge myself before I could be in my office with you since you are, after all, the chosen one.”
“Well, okay, you are the holy man,” Matthew said. He didn’t want to get in the way of whatever religion the guy had that made him such a spectacle that the holy man had to go purge himself ritually of any sins by standing in flowing water. He frankly didn’t care. What he really wanted to know was where he was and why he was there.
“Matthew of the IHOP Restroom, please allow me to introduce myself.” He paused. Matthew waited for him to introduce himself. He did nothing. That was with the exception of after thirty seconds, he changed his tactics to begging, “Please, Matthew of the IHOP Restroom, Please, I implore you to allow me to introduce myself.”
“Okay,” Matthew said, “please, go ahead and introduce yourself.” Matthew didn’t get why he had to beg like that. But as before, he just assumed it was one of those ritual things certain holy men had to do.
“Thank you, Matthew, of the IHOP Restroom,” he started. “My name is Klapertoes McAmsterdam. I am the high priest of the land of Nude.”
“Klapertoes McAmsterdam?” Matthew questioned. “Would you mind if I just called you Klaper?”
“If you so wish, Matthew of the IHOP Restroom.” Matthew was starting to get tired of having his name associated with the IHOP restroom. But he didn’t want to interrupt Klaper anymore or else he’d never find out why he was there. “Anyway, this is the land of Nude. You may also want to know that this is the planet Stroganoff in the 18th dimension. We…”
“Whoa!” cried Matthew. “Planet Stroganoff in the 18th dimension? How can this be?”
Klaper was shocked at the fact that it shocked Matthew. “Well, as you know, Matthew of the IHOP restroom,” Matthew, who had had it with that begged him to just call him Matthew when he was talking to him and seeing as how he made Matthew beg, Klaper promised and then went on. “The second dimension is on a flat piece of paper. The third dimension is, where you’re from I believe, where things stick out and are not flat. The fourth dimension is time. The fifth through the 17th are psychological, mental, spiritual, super natural, superficial, and a combination of space and time in with those. And the 18th dimension is where all of the previous combine into one.”
“So what you’re trying to tell me,” Matthew said, “is…” Matthew didn’t honestly have an idea. He thought he did but it escaped him.
“Everything you would call science fiction and fantasy where you’re from would be reality here,” Klaper said.
“Okay then, now, would you mind telling me why I’m here?” Matthew asked.
“Because you are the chosen one!” said Klaper. “Fate has brought you here.” Matthew didn’t like the sound of that. The only reason, he thought, that fate brought him there was that he had to use the restroom at that exact moment. Fate had nothing to do with it. It was a necessity. Klaper continued. “Anyone could have come through the portal but it was you who came.”
“That’s been established already,” Matthew said, “everyone knows I came here because I’m the one who stepped through the portal. What I want to know was why there was a portal sent for me to go through?”
“Oh, well, if that’s all you wanted to know, why didn’t you just ask?” Klaper asked. “A portal was sent to get you because there is a battle of epic proportions being fought and you need to lead it.”
“Shouldn’t you have gotten someone already?”
“We did,” Klaper said. “We celebrated his coming, showed him around, sent him out in battle and he died.”
Matthew felt uneasy. He wanted an explanation as to why he was now chosen and the term fate wasn’t good enough for him. But in reality, he didn’t even believe he was the one who was supposed to be there. Fate could have brought anyone there. If they needed someone who could prepare a chocolate dipped cone, he was there man. If they needed to know an alternative version to “Werewolves Of London,” he was there man. They want someone to fight a war, he needed something. And no Oreo Mint Blizzard was going to help them fight the war. “How are we supposed to fight?” Matthew asked.
“Oh, that I can’t tell you,” Klaper said, “It’s classified.” Matthew dropped his jaw. “Look, Matthew of the IHOP Rest…oh, yeah, sorry, look Matthew, just because you’re the Chosen One doesn’t mean we can tell you all of our secrets. You’re an outsider.” Matthew’s look of despair, confusion and whatever that look is that reminds drivers of deer with headlights in their eyes convinced Klaper that he couldn’t just conceal it. “Okay fine,” he said, “I’ll explain it all to you when we go to the Path of Desire and the Path of Necessity.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Fun Filled Magical Weekend
You know, I don't really just comment about my days and or weekends anymore. And since I don't really feel like posting a long entry about the weekend, I'll sum it up into a few highlights of what when on.
Starting with Thursday night (because that's when the fun really got started) I got to witness an Omega Directive rehearsal since I'm teching the show this next coming weekend. Then I got to be involved with a rehearsal that one might say was quite an R I Spectacular rehearsal. (What, it's my blog, I can pun if I want to).
I am starting to find myself feeling really comfortable breaking into song and dance duirng improv games. I don't know if it's natural or not. But it feels right sometimes.
Friday morning, I woke up early to go out to Studio 30 in Olathe, KS to see the IMAX showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I. In case you haven't guessed, this is why it was a "Fun Filled Magical Weekend." I saw it with my mom and then afterwords...well, for a good portion of the day infact, we discussed the movie and book compairison on an intilectual level. This is something that feels weird but refreshing to do to just discuss a movie in this way.
Friday night, I went to see the musical FAME at Sumnor Acadamy because one of my friends from the Roving Imp teaches there and directed the show.
Saturday night, I was in the show and I was most recognized for singing about using a plunger. But I also died in a snow ball fight with an audiance member. And I asked questions inside a Chinese restaurant. ONE and Deep Space Emily were good shows as well. I got to tech Deep Space Emily.
Sunday afternoon, my family and I went to Metcalf South (wish it were a) Mall to see A Star Trek Christmas or Beam Me Up Santa. As you can probably tell, this was a holidy comedy special. The show was followed with an operetta called Hamletta...basically, if the 3 Little Pigs were an opera.
After this show, I headed out to the Roving Imp for a movie watching. Nobody knew what we were going to watch. We took 2 movies and voted to eliminate one and vote for 2. The movies I took to be voted on were The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy (which 1) won and 2) was also my vote for this coming Friday night's Biblioclast...I don't know if it'll be picked but it's the one I voted for). The other movie I had was Stranger Than Fiction.
Anyway, that was my fun filled magical weekend summed up into a nice short blog entry.
Starting with Thursday night (because that's when the fun really got started) I got to witness an Omega Directive rehearsal since I'm teching the show this next coming weekend. Then I got to be involved with a rehearsal that one might say was quite an R I Spectacular rehearsal. (What, it's my blog, I can pun if I want to).
I am starting to find myself feeling really comfortable breaking into song and dance duirng improv games. I don't know if it's natural or not. But it feels right sometimes.
Friday morning, I woke up early to go out to Studio 30 in Olathe, KS to see the IMAX showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I. In case you haven't guessed, this is why it was a "Fun Filled Magical Weekend." I saw it with my mom and then afterwords...well, for a good portion of the day infact, we discussed the movie and book compairison on an intilectual level. This is something that feels weird but refreshing to do to just discuss a movie in this way.
Friday night, I went to see the musical FAME at Sumnor Acadamy because one of my friends from the Roving Imp teaches there and directed the show.
Saturday night, I was in the show and I was most recognized for singing about using a plunger. But I also died in a snow ball fight with an audiance member. And I asked questions inside a Chinese restaurant. ONE and Deep Space Emily were good shows as well. I got to tech Deep Space Emily.
Sunday afternoon, my family and I went to Metcalf South (wish it were a) Mall to see A Star Trek Christmas or Beam Me Up Santa. As you can probably tell, this was a holidy comedy special. The show was followed with an operetta called Hamletta...basically, if the 3 Little Pigs were an opera.
After this show, I headed out to the Roving Imp for a movie watching. Nobody knew what we were going to watch. We took 2 movies and voted to eliminate one and vote for 2. The movies I took to be voted on were The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy (which 1) won and 2) was also my vote for this coming Friday night's Biblioclast...I don't know if it'll be picked but it's the one I voted for). The other movie I had was Stranger Than Fiction.
Anyway, that was my fun filled magical weekend summed up into a nice short blog entry.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Survey 004
It's another survey thing.
1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?
No, I have never been searched by the cops for anything except for when I was in Texas because I kept making metal detectors (and various other alarms) go off.
2. Do you close your eyes on a roller coaster?
Yes. There is no telling what could go flying into your eyes at 3.6Gs.
3. When's the last time you've been sledding?
I haven't gone sledding on purpose in a long time. However, we had so much snow last winter that my car went sledding a few uncomfortable times.
4. Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?
Nobody else could keep up with my schedule. It would be nice to have someone present sometime...you know...with a couple of Xs in their cromosomes.
5. Do you believe in ghosts?
I believe in human spirits. Is that the same thing? I would think it would be close since it's the spirit that leaves the body at death and becomes a ghost if there are ghost.
6. Do you consider yourself creative?
Not at all. I spent 4 years at KU for Creative Writing just to say I went to college. Oh, and yes, I do.
7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?
How am I to know? I trusted the system when I was in 6th grade for some reason.
8. Can you honestly say you know ANYTHING about politics?
Not on my own. If I were on my own, I wouldn't care because if I were on my own, I'd be my own government. It would be the United States of David-Prov. Cool! I'm going to spend the weekend in the state of Spleen.
9. Do you know how to play poker?
Yes. I know that inorder to win, it has to not matter for me to win. If it matters, I loose everything. If it doesn't matter, I'm getting like 3 A's and a King.
10. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?
Not willingly, no. I tried to avoid anything over 24 hours. I've gotten to 23.7 hours before, but not 24.
11. What's your favorite commercial?
It's one I saw today. It was for the Nissan Leaf. This polar bear walked up to the driver of the Nissan Leaf (eco friendly car) and gave the guy a big (not bear-hug pun) hug. It was like the were aiming that commercial right at me. =)
12. Who was your first kiss?
I've got 3 answers for that. I don't want to say who on a public blog. But let's just say I've got 3 answers. My very first kiss was an eskimo kiss I got by accident due to the rules of a game we were playing. Then there was a regular kiss...well, regular except for the fact that I was in 2nd or 3rd grade at the time and didn't really get it...but she was in 2nd/3rd grade too so it wasn't anything naughty. Then, there was my first on-stage kiss. There, that's 3 answers. Like I said, I don't want to say who they are in blog form.
13. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around you, do you run a red light?
No. And I don't hear a tree fall either.
14. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?
Yes, the secrets in my head.
15. Have you ever been Ice Skating?
No...can't. I've got a bad ankle.
16. How often do you remember your dreams?
Most of the time, actually.
17. What's the one thing on your mind?
What am I doing up doing this survey. It's almost 5:30 in the morning.
18. Do you always wear your seat belt?
Not always. I only wear my seat belt when I'm in the car.
19. What talent do you wish you had?
The ability to hypnotizing people would be pretty cool.
20. Do you like Sushi?
No. I don't even get the appeal. To me, it sounds like raw sea food.
21. What do you wear to bed?
Cloths...believe it or not.
22. If you could do one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Making people laugh.
23. Do you know anyone in jail?
It's possable.
24. What food do you find disgusting?
Beef steak...Oh my gosh! My grandma brought home a steak she got from Applebee's for Veterans day and the smell just made me want to...well, not puke...but leave the room.
BEEF - It's what's wrong with America.
25. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back?
Not lately, no. And not usually my friends. I usually take down the one's who do make fun of my friends behind their backs...well, I tried that in Middle school anyway. I was in detention a lot in middle school.
1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?
No, I have never been searched by the cops for anything except for when I was in Texas because I kept making metal detectors (and various other alarms) go off.
2. Do you close your eyes on a roller coaster?
Yes. There is no telling what could go flying into your eyes at 3.6Gs.
3. When's the last time you've been sledding?
I haven't gone sledding on purpose in a long time. However, we had so much snow last winter that my car went sledding a few uncomfortable times.
4. Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?
Nobody else could keep up with my schedule. It would be nice to have someone present sometime...you know...with a couple of Xs in their cromosomes.
5. Do you believe in ghosts?
I believe in human spirits. Is that the same thing? I would think it would be close since it's the spirit that leaves the body at death and becomes a ghost if there are ghost.
6. Do you consider yourself creative?
Not at all. I spent 4 years at KU for Creative Writing just to say I went to college. Oh, and yes, I do.
7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?
How am I to know? I trusted the system when I was in 6th grade for some reason.
8. Can you honestly say you know ANYTHING about politics?
Not on my own. If I were on my own, I wouldn't care because if I were on my own, I'd be my own government. It would be the United States of David-Prov. Cool! I'm going to spend the weekend in the state of Spleen.
9. Do you know how to play poker?
Yes. I know that inorder to win, it has to not matter for me to win. If it matters, I loose everything. If it doesn't matter, I'm getting like 3 A's and a King.
10. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?
Not willingly, no. I tried to avoid anything over 24 hours. I've gotten to 23.7 hours before, but not 24.
11. What's your favorite commercial?
It's one I saw today. It was for the Nissan Leaf. This polar bear walked up to the driver of the Nissan Leaf (eco friendly car) and gave the guy a big (not bear-hug pun) hug. It was like the were aiming that commercial right at me. =)
12. Who was your first kiss?
I've got 3 answers for that. I don't want to say who on a public blog. But let's just say I've got 3 answers. My very first kiss was an eskimo kiss I got by accident due to the rules of a game we were playing. Then there was a regular kiss...well, regular except for the fact that I was in 2nd or 3rd grade at the time and didn't really get it...but she was in 2nd/3rd grade too so it wasn't anything naughty. Then, there was my first on-stage kiss. There, that's 3 answers. Like I said, I don't want to say who they are in blog form.
13. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around you, do you run a red light?
No. And I don't hear a tree fall either.
14. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?
Yes, the secrets in my head.
15. Have you ever been Ice Skating?
No...can't. I've got a bad ankle.
16. How often do you remember your dreams?
Most of the time, actually.
17. What's the one thing on your mind?
What am I doing up doing this survey. It's almost 5:30 in the morning.
18. Do you always wear your seat belt?
Not always. I only wear my seat belt when I'm in the car.
19. What talent do you wish you had?
The ability to hypnotizing people would be pretty cool.
20. Do you like Sushi?
No. I don't even get the appeal. To me, it sounds like raw sea food.
21. What do you wear to bed?
Cloths...believe it or not.
22. If you could do one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Making people laugh.
23. Do you know anyone in jail?
It's possable.
24. What food do you find disgusting?
Beef steak...Oh my gosh! My grandma brought home a steak she got from Applebee's for Veterans day and the smell just made me want to...well, not puke...but leave the room.
BEEF - It's what's wrong with America.
25. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back?
Not lately, no. And not usually my friends. I usually take down the one's who do make fun of my friends behind their backs...well, I tried that in Middle school anyway. I was in detention a lot in middle school.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Matthew Of The IHOP Restroom Part 1
Back between Christmas of 2007 and starting back to classes in the Spring of 2008, I started to write this story called Matthew of the IHOP Restroom. It took me until May to finish this 10 part story. I posted it on Facebook and MySpace. But I pulled it from Facebook and I rarely use MySpace anymore. So I have decided to start posting the 10 parts here on blogspot...and when I finish that, the parts of the sequel: Dan of the Grocer's Freezer Aisle (formerly "A Bank On Metcalf"). There isn't going to be much order in when I post these. I just will.
Matthew of the IHOP Restroom Part 1
Warren Zevon once said, “They say love conquers all, you can’t start it like a car, you can’t stop it with a gun.” He also said, “I went home with a waitress the way I always do. But how was I to know that she was with the Russians too?” What does this have to do with this story? Absolutely nothing; except of course for the fact that Warren Zevon was the greatest influence of our hero, Matthew Albertson. He grew up in a town in Kansas just outside the edge of the Kansas City suburbs.
Matthew, who didn’t like his name shortened to Matt because, as he would say, he wasn’t thrown out on the floor to be walked on, was currently in college, worked two jobs during the summer, one at the local Dairy Queen and the other at a Price Chopper store. When he wasn’t in school or working; he enjoyed writing songs using his guitar or hanging with his friends. He was also madly in love, well, he would say madly, with Katie Waller who he had an English class with. She of course would never know this until much later and at the time, Matthew, knowing he had nothing much to offer since he did just work at Dairy Queen and Price Chopper and wrote music, chose to leave it that way.
Matthew’s story starts out like any other story where a guy decides to hang out with his buddies and get breakfast at the local IHOP restaurant at 3am when his buddies were drunk and he was stuck driving. This is, however, the first time that I personally have ever read of a story where buddies decided to hang out at IHOP and so maybe it’s not like any other story at all. And little did Matthew know that going to this particular IHOP on this particular date of March the third would wind up changing his life forever.
But this story doesn’t have to do with what Matthew ordered to eat, or that one of his buddies, Jim, had to argue with the waitress because he wanted Pepsi and no, a Coke was not the same thing as a Pepsi nor is it about his other friend, Dan who tried hitting on the waitress, the hostess working that night and a vacuum cleaner they had out trying to clean the floors since he was, after all, the drunkest of them all. This is about what happened when Matthew decided to use the restroom after giving his order. Matthew opened the door to the restroom and suddenly found himself entering a bright light room.
“Hello?” he called out. He didn’t get an answer. He walked in, couldn’t find anything, so he went back to the door to find that it wasn’t there. “Hello?!” he called out again, this time more urgent. “Is anybody there?!” He began to move, float rather as he felt himself moving faster and faster. He was afraid he was going to hit the wall on the other side. But before he could hit any wall, the bright white light came whizzing around him in more colors. First, the light changed to pink, followed by red and the rest of the spectrum colors when Matthew realized he was no longer in an IHOP restroom but in some kind of rotating vortex or a wormhole of some kind.
This is impossible, he thought. He started to scream for help and then realized that it wasn’t getting him anywhere. He unfortunately wasn’t very good with science. If he had been, he could have simply stated that a wormhole had formed in the IHOP restroom that was large enough for him to pass through. But then again, if he were a scientist, he’d scratch that idea off and say that it was impossible because there would need to be two black holes placed in the right location and it’s kind of hard to harness one black hole.
In fact, the only things that Matthew would be able to say would be how to prepare a Peanut Buster Parfait, what’s the right kind of meat to get for a party, the lyrics to every Warren Zevon song including ones that were never released, anything involving guitar or song writing and anything from English; which Matthew probably wouldn’t even attend that class if it weren’t for a chance to see Katie Waller every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Before Matthew ever even conceived that it was really a portal to another dimension that only specially trained holy men in that dimension could open, he wound up in that dimension surrounded by many men who he could hear cheering as he entered in a matter that seemed to sort of be spitted out onto the floor.
“The chosen one has arrived on our soil!” cried one of the holy men. “Praise Sampsonite!”
Matthew shot up and said to the holy man, “wait a minute, do you mean me?”
“Yes!” exclaimed the holy man. “We have brought you here because you are the chosen one. If you weren’t, it would have been someone else who was picked. You are the chosen one. Please, say your name and where you just came from.”
This had to be a dream, Matthew thought. I thought I wasn’t the one who had anything to drink. But, deciding it would be safer to play along, he said, “I’m Matthew Albertson and I just came from the IHOP restroom.”
Suddenly, every man, woman and child stood up and bowed to him after saying in unison “ALL HAIL MATTHEW…OF THE IHOP RESTROOM!” This was too bizarre to Matthew. He tried to insist to them that it wasn’t really the IHOP restroom he was from but rather the city but before he could think to tell them that, he started thinking about the fact that they were hailing…HIM.
Matthew didn’t see himself as any kind of leader or warrior or anything like that. He didn’t have the slightest idea what they wanted him for but it was clear to him that it was for one of those purposes. Before he could listen to the crowd chanting his name and the fact that he was from the IHOP restroom any longer, he asked the holy man to take him aside and explain to him what exactly was going on in private.
“It’s none of my business what goes on in private,” said the holy man. “If I worry too much about what goes on in private, I’d be considered a snoop.”
“NO!” Matthew argued. “I mean could we please step aside in private and you tell me what’s going on without all these on lookers watching my every move.”
“Oh, okay,” he said. He pointed to his office for Matthew to go into. Then he announced to the crowd, “Matthew, of the IHOP Restroom, has just asked to speak in private with me!”
Matthew would normally be weirded out with the idea that the holy man had to announce the fact that he was going to talk with the holy man privately. But that wasn’t what got to him. What got to Matthew was the fact that not just did the holy man say it with such enthusiasm, like a child at Christmas who just got a personal visit from someone in a Santa suit, but that the audience cheered and some even reacted like they were jealous.
Matthew of the IHOP Restroom Part 1
Warren Zevon once said, “They say love conquers all, you can’t start it like a car, you can’t stop it with a gun.” He also said, “I went home with a waitress the way I always do. But how was I to know that she was with the Russians too?” What does this have to do with this story? Absolutely nothing; except of course for the fact that Warren Zevon was the greatest influence of our hero, Matthew Albertson. He grew up in a town in Kansas just outside the edge of the Kansas City suburbs.
Matthew, who didn’t like his name shortened to Matt because, as he would say, he wasn’t thrown out on the floor to be walked on, was currently in college, worked two jobs during the summer, one at the local Dairy Queen and the other at a Price Chopper store. When he wasn’t in school or working; he enjoyed writing songs using his guitar or hanging with his friends. He was also madly in love, well, he would say madly, with Katie Waller who he had an English class with. She of course would never know this until much later and at the time, Matthew, knowing he had nothing much to offer since he did just work at Dairy Queen and Price Chopper and wrote music, chose to leave it that way.
Matthew’s story starts out like any other story where a guy decides to hang out with his buddies and get breakfast at the local IHOP restaurant at 3am when his buddies were drunk and he was stuck driving. This is, however, the first time that I personally have ever read of a story where buddies decided to hang out at IHOP and so maybe it’s not like any other story at all. And little did Matthew know that going to this particular IHOP on this particular date of March the third would wind up changing his life forever.
But this story doesn’t have to do with what Matthew ordered to eat, or that one of his buddies, Jim, had to argue with the waitress because he wanted Pepsi and no, a Coke was not the same thing as a Pepsi nor is it about his other friend, Dan who tried hitting on the waitress, the hostess working that night and a vacuum cleaner they had out trying to clean the floors since he was, after all, the drunkest of them all. This is about what happened when Matthew decided to use the restroom after giving his order. Matthew opened the door to the restroom and suddenly found himself entering a bright light room.
“Hello?” he called out. He didn’t get an answer. He walked in, couldn’t find anything, so he went back to the door to find that it wasn’t there. “Hello?!” he called out again, this time more urgent. “Is anybody there?!” He began to move, float rather as he felt himself moving faster and faster. He was afraid he was going to hit the wall on the other side. But before he could hit any wall, the bright white light came whizzing around him in more colors. First, the light changed to pink, followed by red and the rest of the spectrum colors when Matthew realized he was no longer in an IHOP restroom but in some kind of rotating vortex or a wormhole of some kind.
This is impossible, he thought. He started to scream for help and then realized that it wasn’t getting him anywhere. He unfortunately wasn’t very good with science. If he had been, he could have simply stated that a wormhole had formed in the IHOP restroom that was large enough for him to pass through. But then again, if he were a scientist, he’d scratch that idea off and say that it was impossible because there would need to be two black holes placed in the right location and it’s kind of hard to harness one black hole.
In fact, the only things that Matthew would be able to say would be how to prepare a Peanut Buster Parfait, what’s the right kind of meat to get for a party, the lyrics to every Warren Zevon song including ones that were never released, anything involving guitar or song writing and anything from English; which Matthew probably wouldn’t even attend that class if it weren’t for a chance to see Katie Waller every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Before Matthew ever even conceived that it was really a portal to another dimension that only specially trained holy men in that dimension could open, he wound up in that dimension surrounded by many men who he could hear cheering as he entered in a matter that seemed to sort of be spitted out onto the floor.
“The chosen one has arrived on our soil!” cried one of the holy men. “Praise Sampsonite!”
Matthew shot up and said to the holy man, “wait a minute, do you mean me?”
“Yes!” exclaimed the holy man. “We have brought you here because you are the chosen one. If you weren’t, it would have been someone else who was picked. You are the chosen one. Please, say your name and where you just came from.”
This had to be a dream, Matthew thought. I thought I wasn’t the one who had anything to drink. But, deciding it would be safer to play along, he said, “I’m Matthew Albertson and I just came from the IHOP restroom.”
Suddenly, every man, woman and child stood up and bowed to him after saying in unison “ALL HAIL MATTHEW…OF THE IHOP RESTROOM!” This was too bizarre to Matthew. He tried to insist to them that it wasn’t really the IHOP restroom he was from but rather the city but before he could think to tell them that, he started thinking about the fact that they were hailing…HIM.
Matthew didn’t see himself as any kind of leader or warrior or anything like that. He didn’t have the slightest idea what they wanted him for but it was clear to him that it was for one of those purposes. Before he could listen to the crowd chanting his name and the fact that he was from the IHOP restroom any longer, he asked the holy man to take him aside and explain to him what exactly was going on in private.
“It’s none of my business what goes on in private,” said the holy man. “If I worry too much about what goes on in private, I’d be considered a snoop.”
“NO!” Matthew argued. “I mean could we please step aside in private and you tell me what’s going on without all these on lookers watching my every move.”
“Oh, okay,” he said. He pointed to his office for Matthew to go into. Then he announced to the crowd, “Matthew, of the IHOP Restroom, has just asked to speak in private with me!”
Matthew would normally be weirded out with the idea that the holy man had to announce the fact that he was going to talk with the holy man privately. But that wasn’t what got to him. What got to Matthew was the fact that not just did the holy man say it with such enthusiasm, like a child at Christmas who just got a personal visit from someone in a Santa suit, but that the audience cheered and some even reacted like they were jealous.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead Part I
I'm now trying to, once again, load the album overview video for Warren Zevon's Greatest Hits 2CD set album I'LL SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD. I think I'll call this "third time's a charm." I hope the second part won't be this hard to load.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead...and load when I feel like it.
I have made a video for the album overview to Warren Zevon's Greatest Hits album I'LL SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD CD1. There are 2 CDs in this set and I finished part 1. But for some reason, I'm having trouble loading it. It could be because it's about 13 minutes long. I don't know. Long story short, it isn't loading right now. Hopefully it will load sometime within the next week. Or I may go back and shorten it some.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Star Trek Rocks!
I started getting in the process of making a video for the album overview of Warren Zevon's I'LL SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD Anthology 2 CD set. Somehow in the process, I found this image. I don't remember what it was under. But previous to this, I thought only the Star Wars one existed.
Monday, October 25, 2010
15 albums and 15 movies
A lot of people on facebook are posting the top 15 albums and top 15 movies that they can say will always be with them or something in a matter of 15 minutes each. So I wanted to do this too.
15 albums that will always be a part of who I am or something.
1. Life'll Kill Ya - Warren Zevon
2. Like A Rock - Bob Seger
3. Footloose Original Sound Track
4. Bat Out Of Hell - Meat Loaf
5. Born In The U.S.A. - Bruce Springsteen
6. Running With Scissors - "Weird Al" Yankovic
7. Enjoy Every Sandwich: The Music of Warren Zevon - Various Artist
8. Man Of La Mancha Original Broadway Cast
9. Corporate America - Boston
10. The Wind - Warren Zevon
11. Blue Moon Swamp - John Fogerty
12. Then & Now - The Who (Yes, I know it's a greatest hits album. It's the only album with "Real Good Looking Boy")
13. Making Movies - Dire Straits
14. Day and Age - The Killers (Very rarely do I find new groups I like. This was my first Killers album).
15. Racing The Tide - The Elders
That is my list of 15 albums that will always be a part of who I am (or whatever the list is supposed to be). And now for movies:
1. Star Trek: First Contact
2. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
3. Forrest Gump
4. Stranger Than Fiction
5. The Lion King
6. Back To The Future
7. Jurassic Park
8. Terminator 2: Judgement Day
9. Stardust
10. Star Trek - 2009 (If not just for it's own merrit, then who all I saw it with)
11. Armageddon
12. Hitchhicker's Guide To The Galaxy
13. Robin Hood (Disney version)
14. The Land Before Time...the Original...the first one
15. Independence Day
Here are my top 15 albums and 15 movies that will always be a part of who I am or something. I realize the campy/crappy value of some of the movies I mentioned...like Armageddon. It's still going to be one of those movie.
15 albums that will always be a part of who I am or something.
1. Life'll Kill Ya - Warren Zevon
2. Like A Rock - Bob Seger
3. Footloose Original Sound Track
4. Bat Out Of Hell - Meat Loaf
5. Born In The U.S.A. - Bruce Springsteen
6. Running With Scissors - "Weird Al" Yankovic
7. Enjoy Every Sandwich: The Music of Warren Zevon - Various Artist
8. Man Of La Mancha Original Broadway Cast
9. Corporate America - Boston
10. The Wind - Warren Zevon
11. Blue Moon Swamp - John Fogerty
12. Then & Now - The Who (Yes, I know it's a greatest hits album. It's the only album with "Real Good Looking Boy")
13. Making Movies - Dire Straits
14. Day and Age - The Killers (Very rarely do I find new groups I like. This was my first Killers album).
15. Racing The Tide - The Elders
That is my list of 15 albums that will always be a part of who I am (or whatever the list is supposed to be). And now for movies:
1. Star Trek: First Contact
2. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
3. Forrest Gump
4. Stranger Than Fiction
5. The Lion King
6. Back To The Future
7. Jurassic Park
8. Terminator 2: Judgement Day
9. Stardust
10. Star Trek - 2009 (If not just for it's own merrit, then who all I saw it with)
11. Armageddon
12. Hitchhicker's Guide To The Galaxy
13. Robin Hood (Disney version)
14. The Land Before Time...the Original...the first one
15. Independence Day
Here are my top 15 albums and 15 movies that will always be a part of who I am or something. I realize the campy/crappy value of some of the movies I mentioned...like Armageddon. It's still going to be one of those movie.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Album cover
I found out from Chris Hurt's blog update from last Wednesday about this thing involving making an album complete with band name, 1st album, and album cover. First of all, you need to go to Wikopedia and go to random artical. At the random artical, I was given Hiroyuki Hamada. I have no idea who this is really. But right away, Wikapedia gave me this information about him...
Hiroyuki Hamada was Born in Satsumasendai, Kagoshima on October 29, 1925. He was the founder of Nihon Koden Shindo Ryu Karatedo and master of Felton Messina.This was the name of the band. I was then supposed to go to a random quotes page and go to the last random quote it gives me. From that quote, I was supposed to take the last 4 or 5 words. (I cheated a little bit and went with 6 so it would make sense). The words put together were
I happen to be a quack.This was the title to my first album. Then I was supposed to go to flicker and get the 3rd photo (no matter what) from the last seven days. The one I found had a hold on it so I had to "print screen" it and take it to Paint before I could do anything with it. For this reason, I will not be posting the picture by itself. I will, however, post the final project that I got between PowerPoint and Paint.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
You Know What's Annoying? 004
You know what's annoying? Political ads. I'm so sick and tired of political ads. I live in Johnson County, KS and I have yet to see many political ads for any one or any issue that I'll be voting for or agaisnt. 98% of all the political ads I've found are all Missouri ads. I'm not political enough to care about issues that Missouri has on the ballet. But the news I get is from Kansas City. There are no issues up to be voted for other than issues soley on the states and all the ads I've been seeing are for Missouri. Then at the primaries, I got political ads for Kansas but I wasn't for any of them. I found it annoying when they would talk about a certian canadate being pro NRA like it was a good thing. Then, it didn't even matter because August were the primaries which means ONLY Democrats and Republicans got to vote (by the way, I've got my own issue with this but that's another story). And there is no cross voting like their is in the general election. I didn't even know that there were any Democrats running because all the ads were Republican.
By the way, for those who don't follow politics or do follow politics but may be by some chance reading from overseas or something, in the primaries, you vote for who you want to vote for in November. It's like the Democrats have 3 guys and the Republicans have 3 guys and the one with the most votes go head-to-head in November.
Another annoying thing about political ads is that, once again, I live in Johnson County, KS. This is very much Eastern Kansas. You can't get much more Eastern without going into Missouri. There are issues that as a Kansan, I vote for or against, but as a Johnson Countian goes against things that I'm interested in. For example, I'm 27 years, 3 months, and about 21-23 days old or so. I've lived in Kansas all my life. I just found out that we actually have "small towns" in the last 5 years. I thought small towns were something Hollywood just came up with in Superman stories to make us look rural. There are small town/farm land issues that are never going to affect me.
Bottom line, I'm sick and tired of political ads for peole or issues that I'm never going to be voting for or on...not out of spite...but for the main and simple reason that I don't even live in the state they are campaigning in or their views and beliefs, when they are directed to me as a voter, go against what's most important to me.
By the way, this is probably my most politically driven blog entry to date. I don't like getting political on blogspot. But this isn't so much political as it is about the advertising of politics. I don't really want to talk about a specific political issue because it usually just gets me angry or somehow overtly passionate.
My mom told me something she heard on the radio is that this guy isn't going to vote for any of his canadates because their political ads don't say anything about what they do, they just talk about what the other canadate has done wrong.
By the way, for those who don't follow politics or do follow politics but may be by some chance reading from overseas or something, in the primaries, you vote for who you want to vote for in November. It's like the Democrats have 3 guys and the Republicans have 3 guys and the one with the most votes go head-to-head in November.
Another annoying thing about political ads is that, once again, I live in Johnson County, KS. This is very much Eastern Kansas. You can't get much more Eastern without going into Missouri. There are issues that as a Kansan, I vote for or against, but as a Johnson Countian goes against things that I'm interested in. For example, I'm 27 years, 3 months, and about 21-23 days old or so. I've lived in Kansas all my life. I just found out that we actually have "small towns" in the last 5 years. I thought small towns were something Hollywood just came up with in Superman stories to make us look rural. There are small town/farm land issues that are never going to affect me.
Bottom line, I'm sick and tired of political ads for peole or issues that I'm never going to be voting for or on...not out of spite...but for the main and simple reason that I don't even live in the state they are campaigning in or their views and beliefs, when they are directed to me as a voter, go against what's most important to me.
By the way, this is probably my most politically driven blog entry to date. I don't like getting political on blogspot. But this isn't so much political as it is about the advertising of politics. I don't really want to talk about a specific political issue because it usually just gets me angry or somehow overtly passionate.
My mom told me something she heard on the radio is that this guy isn't going to vote for any of his canadates because their political ads don't say anything about what they do, they just talk about what the other canadate has done wrong.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Cancer Awareness
For about a week now, I've had friends on facebook update their status saying where they like it...I like it on the kitchen table...I like it in the hall...I like it on the door knob...I like it in the woods...I like it between someone's legs in the passenger seat...
The list goes on. Of course, we all know what they're talking about, right? Brest cancer. These are my female friends updating their status saying where they like to put there purse...which obviously teaches me something about Brest Cancer.
Ok, no, I'm joking. Telling me where they like their purse by saying that they like "it" in a certain location tells me nothing about Brest Cancer at all. As I said on a friend's or 2 status updates this evening...
Here's the thing, if you're going to make people aware of something, you should give something abscure that tells nothing related to the subject. Back in January, even more of my female friends were posting the color of their bras for Brest Cancer awareness. This made just as little sence because they only posted a color. When I found out what the color was, I suggested they should also post the color of thier panties to help fight cirvical cancer...it did about just as much the same work as saying what the braw color was. But I didn't get much feed back. So I decided to take my own tactic. I decided to post the color of boxer shorts I was wearing and say that with that, I'm helping to fight testicular cancer.
I actually got more of a response from that. I've done something simular this time. Since the girls were posting where they like to put their purses...something that is a feminine thing (it's a feminine thing...if a guy has a purse, it's called a murse or something like that). So I took a more manly thing and said...
The list goes on. Of course, we all know what they're talking about, right? Brest cancer. These are my female friends updating their status saying where they like to put there purse...which obviously teaches me something about Brest Cancer.
Ok, no, I'm joking. Telling me where they like their purse by saying that they like "it" in a certain location tells me nothing about Brest Cancer at all. As I said on a friend's or 2 status updates this evening...
I'm not any more aware of Brest Cancer than I was 2 months ago. But I am more aware of how kinky some of my female friends are.
Here's the thing, if you're going to make people aware of something, you should give something abscure that tells nothing related to the subject. Back in January, even more of my female friends were posting the color of their bras for Brest Cancer awareness. This made just as little sence because they only posted a color. When I found out what the color was, I suggested they should also post the color of thier panties to help fight cirvical cancer...it did about just as much the same work as saying what the braw color was. But I didn't get much feed back. So I decided to take my own tactic. I decided to post the color of boxer shorts I was wearing and say that with that, I'm helping to fight testicular cancer.
I actually got more of a response from that. I've done something simular this time. Since the girls were posting where they like to put their purses...something that is a feminine thing (it's a feminine thing...if a guy has a purse, it's called a murse or something like that). So I took a more manly thing and said...
I like car keys in the egnition. Since cars are manly, I just made you all aware of testicular cancer.Bottom line, if you're going to make people aware of Cancer, do something about it or come out and say something about it. Don't beat around the bush and talk about something unrelated.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I Can't
I'd like to think that I have it all together. I'd also like to believe that I'm all that and a bag of chips/da bomb digity/whatever phrase is used now to mean cool. But I can't. I can't even get on the computer at night without realizing that the sun has already come up before I'm through on the computer. I want to have a regular schedule but I can't even get on the computer until about 12:15am. Now, it's 5am already and I haven't got caught up on everything I wanted to do. I haven't even update this blog since I posted the album overview to Warren Zevon's Learning to Flinch album.
I've been wanting to a full on movie review of this movie I saw a week ago with my mom for her birthday called Alpha and Omega. Since I'm not going to have enough time to do a full on review of the movie, I'll just try and do a quickie here:
The idea behind Alpha and Omega is that these 2 wolves, one is an alpha female and the other is an omega male (which is supposed to represent their social status in the pack) get shipped off to this park reserve in Utah or Idaho or something (where isn't all that important) in order to repopulate the species there. The male likes this because he likes her. The female likes him but doesn't like-like him (it's a kid/family pic so of course it's got that dynamic). The female's family was set to mate with the alpha from this other pack wolves but then she wound up missing (when the 2 wolves got sent to the park). While they try to find their way back, the packs become offended with the other pack...while the alpha male from the one pack starts to fall for the sister of the alpha female...who is actually an omega.
As it turns out, it works because the 2 that ran off together wind up both liking each other and the ones who stayed liked each other. The day is saved.
I found the movie to be very Shakespearean romantic-comedy-esk in nature...no pun intended. It may have just been obvious to me since I've studied enough Shakespeare to recognize the connection when I see one.
What sucked: I say it like this because there are parts that sucked about it. And for the most part, I can forgive it. There were things that were very irrational and cartoon-like and just simply wouldn't have happened in the real world. Even in the way they moved (the female wolf did a lot of mid air summer-salts* for example). Since this was a cartoon, I didn't mind it too much. It was logical enough for the storyline. The female wolf went through training to be an alpha (she went away to school to learn to be an alpha...like I said, cartoon). The human attributes they put on the wolves is why it could get away with being illogical. The other thing that sucked...and the only thing about this movie that I personally couldn't forgive was that when the wolves would howl, they treated it like a pop song. This is something I just could not stand. It was annoying. To me, the howl of a wolf is one of the coolest most awesome sounds in nature. And it seemed like what they did by putting it to a pop song sound was bastardizing it in the worst way. And not good pop like pop-rock...bad pop. The kind that made my part ways with my family on what radio station to listen to 10 years ago.
I really can't stand pop-pop...at all. I hate it. This is music that I was forced to listen to when I was younger and I wanted to stab the members of the Backseat Boys, N*Stink, and run after Hanson with scissors...if for nothing else to cut off their hair. I still do sometimes. I hate Hanson so much with every fiber of my being. I would be a lot happier if they had never been born.
But personal torture put on to me by pop bands aside, that's my review of the movie. I liked it for the most part except for that which I just ranted about.
Anyway, the time is now 5:40 so it took me almost 45 minutes to type this. This is another example of how not-together I have it. It took me half an hour to write a review of a family movie at least. Some of it was ranting at the beginning of this entry and here. But it shouldn't take that long to just type a movie review.
Now, I'll try and go to bed. Please notice my foot note.
*By the way, I'm not sure how to spell summer-salts. This is the spelling that Firefox doesn't have an issue with. I can't guarantee that it's right.
I've been wanting to a full on movie review of this movie I saw a week ago with my mom for her birthday called Alpha and Omega. Since I'm not going to have enough time to do a full on review of the movie, I'll just try and do a quickie here:
The idea behind Alpha and Omega is that these 2 wolves, one is an alpha female and the other is an omega male (which is supposed to represent their social status in the pack) get shipped off to this park reserve in Utah or Idaho or something (where isn't all that important) in order to repopulate the species there. The male likes this because he likes her. The female likes him but doesn't like-like him (it's a kid/family pic so of course it's got that dynamic). The female's family was set to mate with the alpha from this other pack wolves but then she wound up missing (when the 2 wolves got sent to the park). While they try to find their way back, the packs become offended with the other pack...while the alpha male from the one pack starts to fall for the sister of the alpha female...who is actually an omega.
As it turns out, it works because the 2 that ran off together wind up both liking each other and the ones who stayed liked each other. The day is saved.
I found the movie to be very Shakespearean romantic-comedy-esk in nature...no pun intended. It may have just been obvious to me since I've studied enough Shakespeare to recognize the connection when I see one.
What sucked: I say it like this because there are parts that sucked about it. And for the most part, I can forgive it. There were things that were very irrational and cartoon-like and just simply wouldn't have happened in the real world. Even in the way they moved (the female wolf did a lot of mid air summer-salts* for example). Since this was a cartoon, I didn't mind it too much. It was logical enough for the storyline. The female wolf went through training to be an alpha (she went away to school to learn to be an alpha...like I said, cartoon). The human attributes they put on the wolves is why it could get away with being illogical. The other thing that sucked...and the only thing about this movie that I personally couldn't forgive was that when the wolves would howl, they treated it like a pop song. This is something I just could not stand. It was annoying. To me, the howl of a wolf is one of the coolest most awesome sounds in nature. And it seemed like what they did by putting it to a pop song sound was bastardizing it in the worst way. And not good pop like pop-rock...bad pop. The kind that made my part ways with my family on what radio station to listen to 10 years ago.
Yes, coming up, we've got the BackStreet Cubs...followed by N*Trail. Then coming out the rear, it's Justin Beaver! Why? Because they're wolves and he's a beaver so they ate him and digested him and now they're pooping him out.
-Radio DJ of the forest.
I really can't stand pop-pop...at all. I hate it. This is music that I was forced to listen to when I was younger and I wanted to stab the members of the Backseat Boys, N*Stink, and run after Hanson with scissors...if for nothing else to cut off their hair. I still do sometimes. I hate Hanson so much with every fiber of my being. I would be a lot happier if they had never been born.
But personal torture put on to me by pop bands aside, that's my review of the movie. I liked it for the most part except for that which I just ranted about.
Anyway, the time is now 5:40 so it took me almost 45 minutes to type this. This is another example of how not-together I have it. It took me half an hour to write a review of a family movie at least. Some of it was ranting at the beginning of this entry and here. But it shouldn't take that long to just type a movie review.
Now, I'll try and go to bed. Please notice my foot note.
*By the way, I'm not sure how to spell summer-salts. This is the spelling that Firefox doesn't have an issue with. I can't guarantee that it's right.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Learning To Flinch
Okay, this is the album overview of Warren Zevon's LEARNING TO FLINCH. It is a kind of a combination greatest hits and live accoustic album.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
1 Year with David-Prov
1 year special and everything was ruined. Figures. I wanted to have a video I could edit but everything seemed to work against me. I wound up getting this from my phone. It saved on real player. Unfortunately, real player doesn't work on Windows Video Maker. So there was no editing...which I was looking forward to doing. Oh well. That's what I wanted to do. Maybe when I get the chance to, I'll redo the video with everything I wanted to do with it.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Arguement and Conflict
As it turns out, improvisors in the KC area tend to have scenes full of conflict and arguments more than any other improv community. Why is that? I don't know.
In our Monday night class tonight, we struggled to avoid conflicts and arguments. As it turns out, I have an issue where, even if I'm trying to avoid an argument, I would be less than entusiastic for some reason...as John said it was The Glass Is 1/2 Empty mindset. In stead of "Yes...And"ing, I would "okay...fine...but..."
My goal for next week is to have a more possative/enthusiastic attitude.
Watching an argument on stage is like watching an argument on stage.
-John Robison (about a year ago)
In our Monday night class tonight, we struggled to avoid conflicts and arguments. As it turns out, I have an issue where, even if I'm trying to avoid an argument, I would be less than entusiastic for some reason...as John said it was The Glass Is 1/2 Empty mindset. In stead of "Yes...And"ing, I would "okay...fine...but..."
My goal for next week is to have a more possative/enthusiastic attitude.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Random Quote 001
If you're not entertaining, you're doing nothing.
-Warren Zevon to Jackson Browne when Jackson was surprised to find that Warren Zevon considered himself an "entertainer." I know it because it's in the CD booklet for the Warren Zevon album STAND IN THE FIRE.
Friday, September 24, 2010
1 Year coming soon:
I'm getting close to it being exactly 1 year since I started David-Prov the blogspot blog. My very first blog entry was posted at 3:34am on September 30, 2009. That was one year ago this coming next Thursday. I need to have some kind of special post. But I don't know how I'm going to do it or what I'm going to do it on. I've thought about doing a video review with me actually physically giving a review to a camera and loading that. But I don't know if I can get my webcam to work because I've never used it before. I've had it since about 4 months before my first blog. But I'm pretty sure it will be special. And in fact, I may even be doing it the night of the 29th and post it early in the morning on the 30th to stay consistant with how I usually post.
I'm also in the process of making the video (getting images that is) for the album overview of Warren Zevon's Learning To Flinch album. But I would want my special blog entry to be a 2 video overview...say a video for the 2-Disc I'll Sleep When I'm Dead Warren Zevon Anthology and have 2 videos but post them on the same blog entry.
Anyway, I don't know what I'll do. If you want to give me any suggestions of something you'd like to read (or hear) my perspective on, feel free to leave a comment.
I'm also in the process of making the video (getting images that is) for the album overview of Warren Zevon's Learning To Flinch album. But I would want my special blog entry to be a 2 video overview...say a video for the 2-Disc I'll Sleep When I'm Dead Warren Zevon Anthology and have 2 videos but post them on the same blog entry.
Anyway, I don't know what I'll do. If you want to give me any suggestions of something you'd like to read (or hear) my perspective on, feel free to leave a comment.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
You Know What's Annoying? 003
You know what's annoying? When friends move away to locations that are more than a state away. Well, not that so much. Even more so is when they move away and you loose the chance to tell them "bye" to their face.
Now, typing it like this, "tell them 'bye' to their face," is a very dumb downed simple version of the whole thing. When a friend moves away, just saying "bye" isn't going to cut it. But getting a chance to talk with them before they leave with face to face contact makes all the difference in the world. I personally don't like waiting until after they left and trying to contact them through text message or facebook messages. I prefer face to face contact. But within the 7 weeks or so, I've had to do all 3 to 3 seperate friends. All 3 moved to different locations. One of them had a show that was sold as her last show before moving. I got a chance to go to that and talk with her briefly before leaving. She was the only one I got to actually say fairwell to in person. If there are any questions, she moved to up-state New York.
Another friend, the first one in the last 7 weeks to move away, just uped-and-left. Or at least that's the way it seemed at that end of the move. Then, she was back for one day but I lost the chance to say fair-well to her. I sent her a text that evening stating that I'd like to see her before she left to say bye. I didn't get an answer and I assumed the entire night that, being limited to 160 charicters, my phrasing was weird and creepy. The entire night, I couldn't sleep because I couldn't relax until I said the closest thing I wanted to say with the 160 charicter limit. It was this friend's departure that inspired my blog entry on texting. It was driving me crazy because as hard as I tried, I couldn't get one thing I wanted to say condensed to 160 charicters. How do you tell someone in a text that they mean the world to you as more than just a friend but a mentor and a teacher and the one who told you that it's important to let others know how you feel about them and their move felt like death and you'll miss them like crazy? Well, you can't. It has to be condensed. But by the time I actually got said in about 158 charicters (which by the way, includes spacing), it was just after 7:30am. Thankfully, I got a reply back within 2 minutes thanking me for the kind words and I could finally sleep.
A third friend moved just this last weekend. This was another friend of mine from the Roving Imp who was moving away for school and there was no clear sign that they would be coming back other than to visit. However, unlike the other 2 who I was actually able to make plans to see for their last show and the other who left unexpectedly, I knew this friend would be moving for a few months but for some reason, I thought I'd be seeing her again before she left. The last time I saw her was 8.5 days before she left. Missing my chances in the following week to say bye, I stayed up late the night before she left and typed out a message on facebook...since I didn't have her number. She left KC before I finished typing the message. It was about 8:15am before the message was finished and sent. This was Friday morning. I didn't get any reply until about 24 hours later at least. She was greatful for my message. But Friday was just horrible. I was awaken an hour earlier by my grandma than expected so she could go get involved with this scam that she accepted the true more than the "too good to be" part. I wanted nothing to do with it and did everything I could to keep her out of it including leaving my car parked behind her car. But she moved my car over and got out while I napped because I only had 3 hours of sleep and I was working the improv festival that night but the guy trying to scam her just kept calling and calling ever 5-10 minutes until finally I answered and said that no, my grandma wasn't there, go f**k yourself. Okay, I didn't say that but I was thinking that all weekend. But that's a story for "You Know What's Annoying? 004".
The long story short here is that the Facebook message didn't provide me with any relaxation when I sent it because I was up all night thinking about how I wanted to word it just to send it 3 minutes too late and not even know if my friend received it until the following day. I had a horrible day that day all day and was going on maybe a total of 4 hours of sleep. I didn't feel relaxed about it until I received the reply the next day that suggested my friend appricieated the kind thoughts and words I had said.
Now, the question on my mind is why can't I even admit to feeling the way I do in the words I say until after a friend leaves. Am I afraid that if I say it to their face when they're still in town, they'll choose to never see me again but if they've moved, I've got nothing to loose? Okay, yeah, that seems about right. I wish I could do this because I feel so much at peace once I actually say something...except for not knowing how their response would go. Before getting a reply to the note I sent Friday morning, I had a fear that my friend would be creeped out and defriend me (or unfriend me depending on what you prefer).
Anyway, that's what's annoying: friends leaving and not being able to say how I feel about them to their face/not getting the chance to say it to their face.
Now, typing it like this, "tell them 'bye' to their face," is a very dumb downed simple version of the whole thing. When a friend moves away, just saying "bye" isn't going to cut it. But getting a chance to talk with them before they leave with face to face contact makes all the difference in the world. I personally don't like waiting until after they left and trying to contact them through text message or facebook messages. I prefer face to face contact. But within the 7 weeks or so, I've had to do all 3 to 3 seperate friends. All 3 moved to different locations. One of them had a show that was sold as her last show before moving. I got a chance to go to that and talk with her briefly before leaving. She was the only one I got to actually say fairwell to in person. If there are any questions, she moved to up-state New York.
Another friend, the first one in the last 7 weeks to move away, just uped-and-left. Or at least that's the way it seemed at that end of the move. Then, she was back for one day but I lost the chance to say fair-well to her. I sent her a text that evening stating that I'd like to see her before she left to say bye. I didn't get an answer and I assumed the entire night that, being limited to 160 charicters, my phrasing was weird and creepy. The entire night, I couldn't sleep because I couldn't relax until I said the closest thing I wanted to say with the 160 charicter limit. It was this friend's departure that inspired my blog entry on texting. It was driving me crazy because as hard as I tried, I couldn't get one thing I wanted to say condensed to 160 charicters. How do you tell someone in a text that they mean the world to you as more than just a friend but a mentor and a teacher and the one who told you that it's important to let others know how you feel about them and their move felt like death and you'll miss them like crazy? Well, you can't. It has to be condensed. But by the time I actually got said in about 158 charicters (which by the way, includes spacing), it was just after 7:30am. Thankfully, I got a reply back within 2 minutes thanking me for the kind words and I could finally sleep.
A third friend moved just this last weekend. This was another friend of mine from the Roving Imp who was moving away for school and there was no clear sign that they would be coming back other than to visit. However, unlike the other 2 who I was actually able to make plans to see for their last show and the other who left unexpectedly, I knew this friend would be moving for a few months but for some reason, I thought I'd be seeing her again before she left. The last time I saw her was 8.5 days before she left. Missing my chances in the following week to say bye, I stayed up late the night before she left and typed out a message on facebook...since I didn't have her number. She left KC before I finished typing the message. It was about 8:15am before the message was finished and sent. This was Friday morning. I didn't get any reply until about 24 hours later at least. She was greatful for my message. But Friday was just horrible. I was awaken an hour earlier by my grandma than expected so she could go get involved with this scam that she accepted the true more than the "too good to be" part. I wanted nothing to do with it and did everything I could to keep her out of it including leaving my car parked behind her car. But she moved my car over and got out while I napped because I only had 3 hours of sleep and I was working the improv festival that night but the guy trying to scam her just kept calling and calling ever 5-10 minutes until finally I answered and said that no, my grandma wasn't there, go f**k yourself. Okay, I didn't say that but I was thinking that all weekend. But that's a story for "You Know What's Annoying? 004".
The long story short here is that the Facebook message didn't provide me with any relaxation when I sent it because I was up all night thinking about how I wanted to word it just to send it 3 minutes too late and not even know if my friend received it until the following day. I had a horrible day that day all day and was going on maybe a total of 4 hours of sleep. I didn't feel relaxed about it until I received the reply the next day that suggested my friend appricieated the kind thoughts and words I had said.
Now, the question on my mind is why can't I even admit to feeling the way I do in the words I say until after a friend leaves. Am I afraid that if I say it to their face when they're still in town, they'll choose to never see me again but if they've moved, I've got nothing to loose? Okay, yeah, that seems about right. I wish I could do this because I feel so much at peace once I actually say something...except for not knowing how their response would go. Before getting a reply to the note I sent Friday morning, I had a fear that my friend would be creeped out and defriend me (or unfriend me depending on what you prefer).
Anyway, that's what's annoying: friends leaving and not being able to say how I feel about them to their face/not getting the chance to say it to their face.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Leaning Tower of CDs-uh
So I had a dream while taking a nap Saturday or Sunday afternoon. It involved the fact that I haven't cleaned my room since May of last year. I had a mess of books, CDs, DVDs, paper and various other what not around my bed. But in the dream, it was by my bedroom door. I wasn't able to close my door without it turning to rubber and doing the whole curve at the middle of the door thing you would see in a cartoon or slap-stick comedy. And my door was busted. So I decided that this week, I was going to clean my room. I started today.
I started with the previously mentioned pile. I got all the books up and then the CDs. The CDs I had in a tower...not a tower like you place CDs in, a tower like one on top of the other until your stack of CDs is taller than you with no support. Before I could finish the tower, the stack would fall every single time. I eventually decided to take some of the CDs that I haven't listened to for a long time (a long with some DVDs and Gamecube games) to Vintage Stock to sell to them. I wound up getting $26.55 for all of them. That's not too bad. Of course, the most I got for any one item was $3 and the least was $0.05. Some of these, I tried to sell at the garage sale at the Roving Imp back on the first Sunday in June.
(Wow, has it been that long)?
Anway, I now have 5 stacks in the middle of the floor...neater than scattered around. But now, I need to figure out what I'll do with some of my DVDs I still have as well as books...
I'll do that tomorrow after I have a chance to take care of business like paying for my car's plates and getting a dust mask and getting my oil changed...
I started with the previously mentioned pile. I got all the books up and then the CDs. The CDs I had in a tower...not a tower like you place CDs in, a tower like one on top of the other until your stack of CDs is taller than you with no support. Before I could finish the tower, the stack would fall every single time. I eventually decided to take some of the CDs that I haven't listened to for a long time (a long with some DVDs and Gamecube games) to Vintage Stock to sell to them. I wound up getting $26.55 for all of them. That's not too bad. Of course, the most I got for any one item was $3 and the least was $0.05. Some of these, I tried to sell at the garage sale at the Roving Imp back on the first Sunday in June.
(Wow, has it been that long)?
Anway, I now have 5 stacks in the middle of the floor...neater than scattered around. But now, I need to figure out what I'll do with some of my DVDs I still have as well as books...
I'll do that tomorrow after I have a chance to take care of business like paying for my car's plates and getting a dust mask and getting my oil changed...
Friday, September 10, 2010
Mix CD
So, I've borrowed a lot of CDs over the past year from some of my improv friends...mainly a large number from Nifer for letting her rip a bunch of my music. There are also a few CDs from Steve and one from Chris. What I'm wanting to do is take a bunch of the music that I really like out of those and burn them onto a CD so I can listen to them when I'm in the car or so.
Some of the CDs I borrowed include (All barrowed from Nifer unless other wise mentioned):
The Beatles - Abby Road
The Beatles - Let It Be (though I barrowed it from Nifer, it had to be returned to the library afterwards...which I did).
Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs.
Blink 182 - Take Off Your Pants and Jacket.
The Boy Least Likely - The Best party Ever
Carl Perkins - Go Cat Go (Barrowed from Steve).
Carole King - Goin' Back.
The Cars Anthology (Barrowed from Steve).
Coldplay - Viva La Vida.
Drop Kick Murphys - Do Or Die.
Drop Kick Murphys - Sing Loud, Sing Proud.
Warren Zevon + R.E.M. - Hindu Love Gods (Barrowed from Steve).
The Killers - Hot Fuss
Less Than Jake - Anthem
Monty Python
Pete Townshed - Empty Glass (Barrowed from Steve).
Queen - Greatest Hits
Sammy Hagar - The Essentual Red Collection (Barrowed from Steve).
Simon & Garfunkle - Essentual
Streets of Fire (Barrowed From Steve).
Transformers Soundtrack 2007 (Barrowed from Chris)
Train - Drops Of Jupiter
White Stripes - White Blood Cells
Grosse Point Blank Sound Track
Corrina, Corrina Sound Track...
Yes, I realize that this is probably a lot to fit onto 1 burned CD. I won't be burning all of them. But I'll probably take what I would consider to be a fair ballance of as much as I can.
Some of the CDs I borrowed include (All barrowed from Nifer unless other wise mentioned):
The Beatles - Abby Road
The Beatles - Let It Be (though I barrowed it from Nifer, it had to be returned to the library afterwards...which I did).
Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs.
Blink 182 - Take Off Your Pants and Jacket.
The Boy Least Likely - The Best party Ever
Carl Perkins - Go Cat Go (Barrowed from Steve).
Carole King - Goin' Back.
The Cars Anthology (Barrowed from Steve).
Coldplay - Viva La Vida.
Drop Kick Murphys - Do Or Die.
Drop Kick Murphys - Sing Loud, Sing Proud.
Warren Zevon + R.E.M. - Hindu Love Gods (Barrowed from Steve).
The Killers - Hot Fuss
Less Than Jake - Anthem
Monty Python
Pete Townshed - Empty Glass (Barrowed from Steve).
Queen - Greatest Hits
Sammy Hagar - The Essentual Red Collection (Barrowed from Steve).
Simon & Garfunkle - Essentual
Streets of Fire (Barrowed From Steve).
Transformers Soundtrack 2007 (Barrowed from Chris)
Train - Drops Of Jupiter
White Stripes - White Blood Cells
Grosse Point Blank Sound Track
Corrina, Corrina Sound Track...
Yes, I realize that this is probably a lot to fit onto 1 burned CD. I won't be burning all of them. But I'll probably take what I would consider to be a fair ballance of as much as I can.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Limit
Okay, I'm not exactly sure what my psycological limit is. I know we all have limits where we get to a brink of what we can handle psycologically and then we break. We all have them at a different level. I don't know where mine is. But I do know I passed it up today going near the speed of light. On facebook, I requested to be let off at the proverbial curb before I through up the metephorical chunks.
Yes, I had gone well pass that level today.
Yes, I had gone well pass that level today.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Hindu Love Gods
Here is my album overview of the album Hindu Love Gods. Hindu Love Gods is Warren Zevon as lead singer with the members of REM minus Michael Stipe. The album is 10 tracks long and rare. I wound up barrowing this album from someone.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
August
Okay, it is now oficially September. This means I want to give a recap of the highlights of August. Don't worry, this will be short. Unless I chose to post the bad and annoying. But that's already up for you to read...
1) I had my first R I Spectacular show as a member of the group on the 21st.
2) We finished the book Serenity at the Roving Imp just in time to quit read-out-loud Wednesday.
3) John found some Ice Cream sandwiches to sell at the Roving Imp that are Peanut Butter Ice Cream. I have turned back to my old ways because I have caused the peanut butter ones to sell out at least twice now.
4) I finished reading the Warren Zevon biography I'll Sleep When I'm Dead: The Dirty Life and Times of Warren Zevon.
5) Not good news, but it happened. I got a staph infection on my eye lid. I've got no idea how I got it (the dr. suggested I could have been bitten by a spider and it got infected or an eye lash got infected or something). That was this last weekend. Good news, the dr. says I can be around others as long as I don't make eye-to-eye contact.
Anyway, that's all I've got right now.
1) I had my first R I Spectacular show as a member of the group on the 21st.
2) We finished the book Serenity at the Roving Imp just in time to quit read-out-loud Wednesday.
3) John found some Ice Cream sandwiches to sell at the Roving Imp that are Peanut Butter Ice Cream. I have turned back to my old ways because I have caused the peanut butter ones to sell out at least twice now.
4) I finished reading the Warren Zevon biography I'll Sleep When I'm Dead: The Dirty Life and Times of Warren Zevon.
5) Not good news, but it happened. I got a staph infection on my eye lid. I've got no idea how I got it (the dr. suggested I could have been bitten by a spider and it got infected or an eye lash got infected or something). That was this last weekend. Good news, the dr. says I can be around others as long as I don't make eye-to-eye contact.
Anyway, that's all I've got right now.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
R.I.PowerPoint
I've been working on the PowerPoint at the Roving Imp for about a couple of months now. But there is a picture on one of the slides that has never really impacted me until tonight. The picture has 6 members of the Roving Imps (they now go by R I Spectacular) playing what looks like the warm-up of "Where have your fingers been?" This picture was taken a little more than 2 years ago because the people who are in it are the main people who were in the group when I started taking classes. It's now 2 years later and there are only 2 of those members left. I won't go into what I've heard about the reasons why some drop out. I'll just say what I know for sure and the most recent 2 that have left were Nifer who moved to Chicago and Patrick who is spending time...along with a job...at KU. And the first 2 that left, I'm not going to go into. But it's now down to just John and Julie...who had been there since the Imp opened. We do have Justin, Chante', Ashley, Hannah (who will be leaving soon), and myself currently who are members of R I Spectacular. The picture has the main people from when I started hanging out there 2 years ago. It's just something I am forced, by who I am, to be effected by.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Robot Parade
Okay, so tonight was my first Robot Parade show since the last Friday in February. This was because I chose to take ONLY Saturday class for level 2. However, as I said earlier this week or maybe last, the Saturday class has been canceled and everyone who was in the Saturday class had been bumped to Monday night class. This was a difficult transition for a few reasons. I won't go into them because I think I've gone into them before recently. But the Arnold was destroied and the Monday class was (fortunately) very welcoming of us...by us, I mean only 2 of us made it to class. That was myself and Steve. Chris is doing Ottowa University stuff for 8 weeks. Shannon teaches high school. And Marti couldn't even make it to class on Saturday sometimes. Nifer moved to Chicago...but since she was in Level 3, she wouldn't be in class anyway because everyone from Level 3 was told to take only Level 3 so that everyone from Saturday could fit into Monday. The Monday night class consisted of Mary, who was there back when I was still part of it in February, Hannah, who is part of R I Spectacular...but also joined Nifer's class about 10 months or so ago, and Greg, who was also in Nifer's class for a long time.
Anyway, tonight was our show. Thankfully, Steve and I got to perform after having only 2 classes this month...the 7th and the 23rd. This was also Hannah's last Robot Parade show. She's moving to England on the 17th of September for school.
By the way, you know how many people are leaving us lately? Nifer moved to Chicago. Hannah's leaving to go to England. Patrick is offically leaving the Imp to work and study at KU. Patrick came out of the green room at one point and said, "I can't believe you're in R I Spectacular and I'm leaving." I said, "I can't believe you're leaving by your own choice."
Anyway, the show was a lot of fun. I didn't feel confident playing this one game of Fairy Tale News Cast. This was based upon some bad expierences I had during the rehearsals of it.
DISCLAIMER: the bad expierences were probably in my head. So I told John before the show that I felt a lack of confidence in myself in that game. It was a good thing I did. Turns out he had more confidence in me for that game than I did. My lack of confidence didn't change anything.
I wound up being paired with Hannah as one of the news anchors. The fairy tale was Sleeping Beauty. Steve was the "in the field" reporter and Mary was the interviewee. At one point, she told about Sleeping Beauty eating a bite of an apple and falling asleep. The only thing that came into my head was...is Mary confusing Sleeping Beauty and Snow White? When it came back, I said, "This just in: apples are the best way to get girls to sleep."
By the way, back when I was doing graphic designs for shows, I did this picture (which took me a long time to put everything together too by the way) for Robot Parade. It's only fitting to put it up for the blog entry dedicated to it:
Anyway, I updated my facebook status about the show saying that I "would change nothing about Robot Parade tonight; except for it would've been nice if someone was in the audiance who couldn't be. But I wouldn't change anything about the show itself. I'm quite happy about it."
Tell me, does it look like I'm refering to someone inparticular here. If it is, I've got a feeling that nobody is going to know who it is I was thinking about when I typed it. I hesitated posting it because I had the feeling that everyone might think I was refering to someone else...then again, the only people I invited who were able to make it were my mom and grandma. I did however get a call this morning from a friend who said they wouldn't be able to make it. I very much appriciated them calling to tell me they couldn't. It was as though they cared enough about my feelings and how I feel/think of them to let me know ahead of time as opposed to just not show up.
I was actually kind of refering to her. I wanted her to show up. She couldn't and she let me know, but I still wish she could have. But in the meantime, I'm not really JUST limiting it to her. I wish others could have been there tonight also who couldn't show up because stuff like can't find a babysitter, or they live to far away, or any number of reasons that they didn't have when they said they would. But oh well. I've got more of a show on the 18th and they get to participate in the jam that night if they want to.
Anyway, tonight was our show. Thankfully, Steve and I got to perform after having only 2 classes this month...the 7th and the 23rd. This was also Hannah's last Robot Parade show. She's moving to England on the 17th of September for school.
By the way, you know how many people are leaving us lately? Nifer moved to Chicago. Hannah's leaving to go to England. Patrick is offically leaving the Imp to work and study at KU. Patrick came out of the green room at one point and said, "I can't believe you're in R I Spectacular and I'm leaving." I said, "I can't believe you're leaving by your own choice."
Anyway, the show was a lot of fun. I didn't feel confident playing this one game of Fairy Tale News Cast. This was based upon some bad expierences I had during the rehearsals of it.
DISCLAIMER: the bad expierences were probably in my head. So I told John before the show that I felt a lack of confidence in myself in that game. It was a good thing I did. Turns out he had more confidence in me for that game than I did. My lack of confidence didn't change anything.
I wound up being paired with Hannah as one of the news anchors. The fairy tale was Sleeping Beauty. Steve was the "in the field" reporter and Mary was the interviewee. At one point, she told about Sleeping Beauty eating a bite of an apple and falling asleep. The only thing that came into my head was...is Mary confusing Sleeping Beauty and Snow White? When it came back, I said, "This just in: apples are the best way to get girls to sleep."
By the way, back when I was doing graphic designs for shows, I did this picture (which took me a long time to put everything together too by the way) for Robot Parade. It's only fitting to put it up for the blog entry dedicated to it:
Anyway, I updated my facebook status about the show saying that I "would change nothing about Robot Parade tonight; except for it would've been nice if someone was in the audiance who couldn't be. But I wouldn't change anything about the show itself. I'm quite happy about it."
Tell me, does it look like I'm refering to someone inparticular here. If it is, I've got a feeling that nobody is going to know who it is I was thinking about when I typed it. I hesitated posting it because I had the feeling that everyone might think I was refering to someone else...then again, the only people I invited who were able to make it were my mom and grandma. I did however get a call this morning from a friend who said they wouldn't be able to make it. I very much appriciated them calling to tell me they couldn't. It was as though they cared enough about my feelings and how I feel/think of them to let me know ahead of time as opposed to just not show up.
I was actually kind of refering to her. I wanted her to show up. She couldn't and she let me know, but I still wish she could have. But in the meantime, I'm not really JUST limiting it to her. I wish others could have been there tonight also who couldn't show up because stuff like can't find a babysitter, or they live to far away, or any number of reasons that they didn't have when they said they would. But oh well. I've got more of a show on the 18th and they get to participate in the jam that night if they want to.
Friday, August 27, 2010
George Washington is THE TERMINATOR
So I got this dollar bill about a week ago in change and it had been ripped at George Washington's eye. Therefore, I couldn't help but do the following:
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Genius: The Best of Warren Zevon
This is the third Warren Zevon album to carry a Greatest Hits name with it. The first 2 were "A Quiet Normal Life" and "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead (An Anthology)" "A Quiet Normal Life" can barely be called a greatest hits because it's limited by the fact that it came out in 1986 and only has 5 studio albums out of 14 to pull from. Yes, I'm including The Wind in that total even though all greatest hits were out before The Wind was released. "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead (An Anthology)" is bigger and pulls from not just 12 albums, but previously unreleased material and some TV programs that Warren Zevon sang for the opening credits. Genius is purely a Greatest Hits compilation that pulls from 11 albums. It doesn't pull from any live albums and, unfortunately, pales when it comes to some albums. But it's a sampling of the Warren Zevon library leading upto 2002 (the same year as My Ride's Here came out) put onto 1 CD. And it was also the 2nd Warren Zevon album I ever got. The first was The Wind. I would listen to this album a lot my first semester commuting back and forth to KU during the week. To be completely honest, I would have been happy if there were some previously unreleased songs on it. But at the time I got it, it was one of the most intriging albums I ever listened to and it has brought me hours of entertainment.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Texting
So, I've been a little happy lately. I've been sad also. I had a good day today but a horrible night last night. I had gotten to sleep around 10:45pm. This is early for me by 4-7 hours or so. But then, I woke up around 1:30am and couldn't get back to sleep...that was until 7:30am when I finished a text message I was revising all night. I was sending a text message because time had run out to see the person I wanted to say something to and also, I just didn't want to send the message through facebook. That seems to be a jerk thing to do. So I worked with a text. And re-worked it. Then I re-worked it again. Wanting to get everything said when you're limited to 160 charicters (which just has to include spaces) is really nerve racking. It reminded me of a project we had in an improv class back at the beginning of the month that consisted of two word lines. The objective was to get rid of everything with the exception of the MOST IMPORTANT WORDS.
Unfortunately, texting doesn't make that easy. I could say, "I hope to see you soon!" That uses 23 of the 160 charicter limit. If I were to say "Hey, let me know when you are leaving for the show tonight," I just used 58 charicters. I can shorten that down by saying, "Hey, let me no when u r leaving 4 the show 2nite," and I have it down to about 48. That only removes 10 charicters. You can get "hey" down to "Ha" but then it might read like "HA!" like you're laughing. Texting charicters is like moments spent with a loved one. Every charicter should count. Unfortunately, shortening all the important stuff to fit 160 charicters can caused the reader to read it a different way than you intended.
Now for the sake of my purpose in writing this text, I'll say that this is what happened. I tried to send a text around 8:50 the night before. Dealing with the 160 charicter limit, I shortened it so that just the most important stuff stood out. Unfortunately, the "most important stuff" didn't even scratch at the surface of what I wanted to say...or it came out sounding weird or creepy to the reader. Therefore, I never received a text back which I was hoping for some comment.
After working on it from about 2am in the morning to about 7:30am, I had reworded it to the point that it didn't say anything about what I was wanting but said everything about why I was wanting it. Anyway who reads this blog on a regular basis who doesn't come here following a Warren Zevon video link from YouTube might know who I'm talking about with this text. For those who don't, I felt like I lost a friend last week in a they're dead type of way. They didn't die, wrather they suddenly moved away and never bothered to say bye or anything. I finally got a reply back about 7:30 after sending it when I said what I felt like and then, I was happy. I didn't get to do what I wanted to do, but they did know I cared. And then, I was happy enough so I was able to sleep.
Bottom line, if someone moves away or otherwise you won't see them again but they're still alive, sending a message over facebook is like when Sprint laid off their workers through e-mail a few years ago. It's better if you can see them. But if that's not do-able, then texting can allow you to say what you want said...provided you can say it in 160 charicters or less. But for this purpose, I don't REALLY like texting either.
Now one last thing, in a round about way, this is related: I had my first show with R. I. Spectacular last Saturday night. The Saturday afternoon class has been shut down due to scheduleings and a lack of instructors at the Roving Imp. This Saturday class was the ONLY improv class 2 years ago when I joined. (This weekend would be my 2 year anniversary class show). Now, it's no more and everyone from class who can make it is now in the Monday night class. This was heartbreaking but at the same time, releaving because as I found out before the show that night, I had a lot of energy.
Also, it was nice because I finally got to be in a show with Hannah again before she moves to England for school next month. It was bittersweet because it was also the first night of shows that Nifer was 100% gone. She has moved to Chicago and we will see her no more except for once a month starting in October. In fact, speaking of improv friends moving, a friend of mine from high school who I've been seeing a few times in Stitch Tactics is officially moving to upstate New York and never coming back. I was fortunate enough to see her last show before she left to tell her fairwell personally. If you couldn't tell by my first few paragraphs, the ability to actually say bye to someone personally is important to me.
Anyway, I don't want to end this on a sad note. So I'm going to post some pics from Saturday's show:
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Unfortunately, texting doesn't make that easy. I could say, "I hope to see you soon!" That uses 23 of the 160 charicter limit. If I were to say "Hey, let me know when you are leaving for the show tonight," I just used 58 charicters. I can shorten that down by saying, "Hey, let me no when u r leaving 4 the show 2nite," and I have it down to about 48. That only removes 10 charicters. You can get "hey" down to "Ha" but then it might read like "HA!" like you're laughing. Texting charicters is like moments spent with a loved one. Every charicter should count. Unfortunately, shortening all the important stuff to fit 160 charicters can caused the reader to read it a different way than you intended.
Now for the sake of my purpose in writing this text, I'll say that this is what happened. I tried to send a text around 8:50 the night before. Dealing with the 160 charicter limit, I shortened it so that just the most important stuff stood out. Unfortunately, the "most important stuff" didn't even scratch at the surface of what I wanted to say...or it came out sounding weird or creepy to the reader. Therefore, I never received a text back which I was hoping for some comment.
After working on it from about 2am in the morning to about 7:30am, I had reworded it to the point that it didn't say anything about what I was wanting but said everything about why I was wanting it. Anyway who reads this blog on a regular basis who doesn't come here following a Warren Zevon video link from YouTube might know who I'm talking about with this text. For those who don't, I felt like I lost a friend last week in a they're dead type of way. They didn't die, wrather they suddenly moved away and never bothered to say bye or anything. I finally got a reply back about 7:30 after sending it when I said what I felt like and then, I was happy. I didn't get to do what I wanted to do, but they did know I cared. And then, I was happy enough so I was able to sleep.
Bottom line, if someone moves away or otherwise you won't see them again but they're still alive, sending a message over facebook is like when Sprint laid off their workers through e-mail a few years ago. It's better if you can see them. But if that's not do-able, then texting can allow you to say what you want said...provided you can say it in 160 charicters or less. But for this purpose, I don't REALLY like texting either.
Now one last thing, in a round about way, this is related: I had my first show with R. I. Spectacular last Saturday night. The Saturday afternoon class has been shut down due to scheduleings and a lack of instructors at the Roving Imp. This Saturday class was the ONLY improv class 2 years ago when I joined. (This weekend would be my 2 year anniversary class show). Now, it's no more and everyone from class who can make it is now in the Monday night class. This was heartbreaking but at the same time, releaving because as I found out before the show that night, I had a lot of energy.
Also, it was nice because I finally got to be in a show with Hannah again before she moves to England for school next month. It was bittersweet because it was also the first night of shows that Nifer was 100% gone. She has moved to Chicago and we will see her no more except for once a month starting in October. In fact, speaking of improv friends moving, a friend of mine from high school who I've been seeing a few times in Stitch Tactics is officially moving to upstate New York and never coming back. I was fortunate enough to see her last show before she left to tell her fairwell personally. If you couldn't tell by my first few paragraphs, the ability to actually say bye to someone personally is important to me.
Anyway, I don't want to end this on a sad note. So I'm going to post some pics from Saturday's show:
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Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Survey 003
This looked like a fun one. This will be typed at the Imp while Chris reads...
1. What color is your toothbrush?
The stem is green and white but the bristles are blue, yellow, and white.
2. Name one person who made you smile today?
Well, Joey showed up at the Imp before reading and we recited Pinky & The Brain.
3. What were you doing at 8 am today?
Laundry...reading The Restaurant At The End of the Universe...while trying to fall asleep.
4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?
I think I was on Facebook.
5. What is your favorite candy bar?
Reese's Whips
6. Have you ever been to a strip club?
No
7. What is the last thing you said aloud?
I let Chris know where I left on in the book we're reading.
8. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
Mint without chocolate.
9. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Water
10. Do you like your wallet?
What an odd question. It's green and not leather. But the card holder is all falling apart.
11. What was the last thing you ate?
Pizza.
12. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?
No.
13. The last sporting event you watched?
Probably something I caught glimpses of at Applebee's.
14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?
I can't eat popcorn.
15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?
Chris...about the end of Saturday afternoon class at the Roving Imp.
16. Ever go camping?
Yes, hated it.
17. Do you take vitamins daily?
If they are in what I eat.
18. Do you give to church/charity?
Yeah, why?
19. Do you have a tan?
I don't really think so.
20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza?
Not really.
21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?
I don't drink soda anymore. But when I did, I'd only have a straw if I was eating out.
22. What did your last text message say?
Like I said, it was about the lack of Saturday classes at the Roving Imp.
23. What are you doing tomorrow?
R. I. Spectacular rehearsal tomorrow night. Can't wait for that.
24. What is your favorite color?
Green
25. Look to your left, what do you see?
Chante' reading a book seperate from Chris and myself.
26. What color is your watch?
Sort of silver, gray and black.
27. What do you think of when you hear Australia?
Like it's not the best song by the Elders but it's okay.
28. Favorite hobby?
Does improv count?
29. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?
I don't do fast food anymore.
30. What is your favorite number?
I don't really have a favorite number anymore. Let's just say it's 42 right now.
31. Who's the last person you talked to on the phone?
I don't know. I didn't recoginze the voice or number.
32. Any plans today?
It's read out loud which we're in the middle of.
33. How many states have you lived in?
Just Kansas.
34. Biggest annoyance right now?
Well, situations at the Imp...including but not limited to the end of the Arnold class.
35. Last song listened to?
Bruce Springsteen covering Warren Zevon's "My Ride's Here".
36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?
I could try.
37. Do you have a maid service clean your house?
No.
38. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?
I'd like to wear sandles.
39. Are you jealous of anyone?
I have been.
40. Is anyone jealous of you?
Do you really think they would be.
41. Do you love anyone?
Yes, but we won't go into that.
42. Do any of your friends have children?
yes
43. What do you usually do during the day?
Sleep...and sometime in the evening, I usually go to the Roving Imp.
44. Do you hate anyone that you know right now?
I don't think so. I do know some jerk-offs though.
45. Do you use the word 'hello' daily?
Or some version of it.
46. What color is your car?
White
47. Do you like cats?
Cats are fine. I'm more of a dog person but cats are fine.
48. Are you thinking about someone right now?
I do that a lot.
49. Have you ever been to Six Flags?
I've been to 6Flags over Texas...the park and the water park.
50. How did you get your worst scar?
The worse scar that is still visable is on my wrist that I got by punching my fist through a glass door. Don't ask me why. I was something like 2 at the time. Yeah, I'm not the strongest person but I've always been strong enough...a little too much for my own good.
Okay, that was more entertaining than my last survey. I hope you enjoied it.
1. What color is your toothbrush?
The stem is green and white but the bristles are blue, yellow, and white.
2. Name one person who made you smile today?
Well, Joey showed up at the Imp before reading and we recited Pinky & The Brain.
3. What were you doing at 8 am today?
Laundry...reading The Restaurant At The End of the Universe...while trying to fall asleep.
4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?
I think I was on Facebook.
5. What is your favorite candy bar?
Reese's Whips
6. Have you ever been to a strip club?
No
7. What is the last thing you said aloud?
I let Chris know where I left on in the book we're reading.
8. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
Mint without chocolate.
9. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Water
10. Do you like your wallet?
What an odd question. It's green and not leather. But the card holder is all falling apart.
11. What was the last thing you ate?
Pizza.
12. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?
No.
13. The last sporting event you watched?
Probably something I caught glimpses of at Applebee's.
14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?
I can't eat popcorn.
15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?
Chris...about the end of Saturday afternoon class at the Roving Imp.
16. Ever go camping?
Yes, hated it.
17. Do you take vitamins daily?
If they are in what I eat.
18. Do you give to church/charity?
Yeah, why?
19. Do you have a tan?
I don't really think so.
20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza?
Not really.
21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?
I don't drink soda anymore. But when I did, I'd only have a straw if I was eating out.
22. What did your last text message say?
Like I said, it was about the lack of Saturday classes at the Roving Imp.
23. What are you doing tomorrow?
R. I. Spectacular rehearsal tomorrow night. Can't wait for that.
24. What is your favorite color?
Green
25. Look to your left, what do you see?
Chante' reading a book seperate from Chris and myself.
26. What color is your watch?
Sort of silver, gray and black.
27. What do you think of when you hear Australia?
Like it's not the best song by the Elders but it's okay.
28. Favorite hobby?
Does improv count?
29. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?
I don't do fast food anymore.
30. What is your favorite number?
I don't really have a favorite number anymore. Let's just say it's 42 right now.
31. Who's the last person you talked to on the phone?
I don't know. I didn't recoginze the voice or number.
32. Any plans today?
It's read out loud which we're in the middle of.
33. How many states have you lived in?
Just Kansas.
34. Biggest annoyance right now?
Well, situations at the Imp...including but not limited to the end of the Arnold class.
35. Last song listened to?
Bruce Springsteen covering Warren Zevon's "My Ride's Here".
36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?
I could try.
37. Do you have a maid service clean your house?
No.
38. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?
I'd like to wear sandles.
39. Are you jealous of anyone?
I have been.
40. Is anyone jealous of you?
Do you really think they would be.
41. Do you love anyone?
Yes, but we won't go into that.
42. Do any of your friends have children?
yes
43. What do you usually do during the day?
Sleep...and sometime in the evening, I usually go to the Roving Imp.
44. Do you hate anyone that you know right now?
I don't think so. I do know some jerk-offs though.
45. Do you use the word 'hello' daily?
Or some version of it.
46. What color is your car?
White
47. Do you like cats?
Cats are fine. I'm more of a dog person but cats are fine.
48. Are you thinking about someone right now?
I do that a lot.
49. Have you ever been to Six Flags?
I've been to 6Flags over Texas...the park and the water park.
50. How did you get your worst scar?
The worse scar that is still visable is on my wrist that I got by punching my fist through a glass door. Don't ask me why. I was something like 2 at the time. Yeah, I'm not the strongest person but I've always been strong enough...a little too much for my own good.
Okay, that was more entertaining than my last survey. I hope you enjoied it.
Karma
Okay, so I don't really know much about Karma or how it works. But someone told me recently that I had built up some good Karma for myself for the things I've been doing for others (like giving rides to those whos' cars won't work). I'm waiting for that good Karma to kick in. It seems things have been becoming suckier and suckier and so either that good Karma has been put away in a Karma bank or, in the process of giving rides, I injured the earth more so the Karma balanced out. If I did save any up, I'd like to know where it is. And if it's merely waiting for me to take some kind of action, I don't know what that is. So, if anything, if it would be worth it, I think I'd like to hand it over to someone who desperately needs some good Karma because it doesn't seem to be doing anything for me and if I can pass it off to someone who can use it, I'd rather do that.
Or maybe I used it up in July...what with Hitchhicker's Guide getting picked for reading and getting in R.I.Spectacular.
I've also been treated like a jerk lately around people or something. There were at least 3 times I commented on someone's status on facebook...not anything offencive...and it would get deleted. So maybe I've been a jerk also and therefore, I've got normal Karma that's balanced out.
But I don't know if that's how it works because I don't know how Karma works.
Or maybe I used it up in July...what with Hitchhicker's Guide getting picked for reading and getting in R.I.Spectacular.
I've also been treated like a jerk lately around people or something. There were at least 3 times I commented on someone's status on facebook...not anything offencive...and it would get deleted. So maybe I've been a jerk also and therefore, I've got normal Karma that's balanced out.
But I don't know if that's how it works because I don't know how Karma works.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
100 Post
I had my 100th post last night. I wish I could have given it the pomp&circumstance it could have possably deserved. Unfortunately, there were more pressing matters to type about. So in light of that, let me grant some pomp&circumstance to my 101st blog entry.
Unfortunately, I went to YouTube and couldn't find a video of a rocking version of Pomp&Circumstance that I actually liked. Not really feeling in the mood to go looking for one I do like, I decided to post a guitar version of a tune I do like. Here you go:
Unfortunately, I went to YouTube and couldn't find a video of a rocking version of Pomp&Circumstance that I actually liked. Not really feeling in the mood to go looking for one I do like, I decided to post a guitar version of a tune I do like. Here you go:
Sunday, August 15, 2010
You Know What's Annoying? 002
You know what's annoying? Rumors.
A rumor, or rumour if you don't know how to spell right, is a lie that get's started out of jeliousy, boredom, an over active imagination, or the plane and simple desire to be cruel or to be stupid. Likewise, the person who blindly believes a rumor without any proof is also pretty dimwhitted and stupid.
Here's an example of a rumor:
This is the typical celebraty gossip that can be turned around into a rumor with no proof. Hugh Jackman, in this scenerio, running into a child actress on the street would not lead to wedding bells. I'm sorry very stupid celebraty magazines. They just don't work that way. They only thing in this that would have been a fact if it were true, would be the running into eachother randomly. However, I just made it all up...all of it...so it is, in fact a rumor and has no basis in reality.
Now, sometimes, rumors can also lead to the demise of someone. In this article, yes it's from Wikipedia, but since it's about rumors, it's okay if the info isn't exactly accurate, we read how rumors lead to the downfall and very small upcline of actor/commidian Fatty Arbuckle:
Now, the reason that rumors are annoying (I say annoying because phrases I want to use might not be family friendly) is because they are started by cowards, believed by idiots, tarnish the reputation of people involved and, believe it or not, effect those who either aren't involved or are involved by proxy.
I heard about a real rumor, one I will not repeat here, a while back that at the time, was old and I assumed was dead. Apparently, this rumor has been resurected. The people who are involved are hurt.
Rumors can be summed up with the following:
A few of these are mine but not all. My reason for posting these is because I personally feel like, if people don't realize what a rumor is, then the rumor has power and assumed to be true. If you can recognize when a rumor is a rumor, then you can recognize when the jerk-off who's starting it IS in fact the jerk-off starting it or the idiot follower is the idiot follower. Always remember that your turth lies with you and if you have that truth, it can't be taken away by a jerk-off with more speaking power.
A rumor, or rumour if you don't know how to spell right, is a lie that get's started out of jeliousy, boredom, an over active imagination, or the plane and simple desire to be cruel or to be stupid. Likewise, the person who blindly believes a rumor without any proof is also pretty dimwhitted and stupid.
Here's an example of a rumor:
Actor Hugh Jackman was seen running into actress Dakota Fanning on the sidewalk yesterday. Us at the hoity toity celebraty magazine thinks that Dakota Fanning is far too young to be ran into by Hugh Jackman because Hugh Jackman is an adult. But they are both in movies so they will probably get married.
This is the typical celebraty gossip that can be turned around into a rumor with no proof. Hugh Jackman, in this scenerio, running into a child actress on the street would not lead to wedding bells. I'm sorry very stupid celebraty magazines. They just don't work that way. They only thing in this that would have been a fact if it were true, would be the running into eachother randomly. However, I just made it all up...all of it...so it is, in fact a rumor and has no basis in reality.
Now, sometimes, rumors can also lead to the demise of someone. In this article, yes it's from Wikipedia, but since it's about rumors, it's okay if the info isn't exactly accurate, we read how rumors lead to the downfall and very small upcline of actor/commidian Fatty Arbuckle:
In 1921 Arbuckle threw a party during Labor Day weekend. Bit player Virginia Rappe became ill at the party and died days later. Soon Arbuckle was accused of raping and accidentally killing Rappe, enduring three widely publicized trials for manslaughter. His films were subsequently banned, his career was ruined, and he was publicly ostracized. Though he was acquitted by a jury and received a written apology, the trial's scandal has mostly overshadowed his legacy as a pioneering comedian.[1] Though the ban on his films was eventually lifted, Arbuckle only worked sparingly through the 1920s. In 1932 he began a successful comeback, which he briefly enjoyed before his death in 1933.
Now, the reason that rumors are annoying (I say annoying because phrases I want to use might not be family friendly) is because they are started by cowards, believed by idiots, tarnish the reputation of people involved and, believe it or not, effect those who either aren't involved or are involved by proxy.
I heard about a real rumor, one I will not repeat here, a while back that at the time, was old and I assumed was dead. Apparently, this rumor has been resurected. The people who are involved are hurt.
Rumors can be summed up with the following:
rumors are answers for the weak.
rumors are also weapons of the cowardly and believed by the stupid. Anyone who believes rumors blindly without proof are idiots
It's because rumors are "secret" that they have power.
"How do rumors get started, they're started by the jealous people...."
A rumor is only a rumor because it's not true. If it were true, it wouldn't be a rumor. My logic migh...t be off somewhere but the fact that it's a rumor makes it not true.
A few of these are mine but not all. My reason for posting these is because I personally feel like, if people don't realize what a rumor is, then the rumor has power and assumed to be true. If you can recognize when a rumor is a rumor, then you can recognize when the jerk-off who's starting it IS in fact the jerk-off starting it or the idiot follower is the idiot follower. Always remember that your turth lies with you and if you have that truth, it can't be taken away by a jerk-off with more speaking power.
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