Feeling a bit daring....
I'll upload some more fun music that I recorded this summer. This was the original incarnation of the "Cigars" short story (http://paxford.blogspot.com), I just used cigarettes because it sounded better, lol. The bass is too loud, but it was one of those instances where I had to mix down b/c my computer was threatening to shut down on me and I never bothered fooling w/ it again. Also, I think the chorus is kinda lame. Enjoy!
"Cigarettes and Dusty Roads" - Dime Store Keats
For this one, I was obsessed with creating a song similar to "The Moon" by The Microphones, but with keyboards. I just don't think I got there. But that's the reason for the distorted organs and obscured vocals. But there's no excuse for the Yamaha keyboard drums. None at all.
Fun fact - during the "interlude," for the metallic drum sound, I used a soccer ball and hit it with a drumstick.
My Streets Have Names - Dime Store Keats
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Thursday, December 08, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
Saturday, December 03, 2005
This is a song that uses banjos and guitars...but no shaker.
So I never really upload my own music anymore (since that wonderful spurt of Columbia Sponge Factory Experience tunes, the well has been dry), but I got bored tonight and threw together a little thing, so yeah, enjoy if you would like to:
10:58, Saturday Night - Dime Store Keats
(rapidshare, so follow instructions!)
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So I never really upload my own music anymore (since that wonderful spurt of Columbia Sponge Factory Experience tunes, the well has been dry), but I got bored tonight and threw together a little thing, so yeah, enjoy if you would like to:
10:58, Saturday Night - Dime Store Keats
(rapidshare, so follow instructions!)
-ed
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
One time I told a girl I was in an emo band...
...because I was embarrased that the band I was in only played Metallica covers and the guitarists played ESP's. That unfortunate claim, however, does not detract from the fact that I have been in love with that Fall Out Boy song "Sugar, We're Going Down" for about 3 weeks now. Now, this isn't really the emo that I grew up with and once pretended I was. That was like Rainer Maria and Sunny Day Real Estate. That was freaking awesome.
This is Motley Crue II.
But what a great chorus. I don't really know what he's singing, and he sounds like a tard when he sings "Downtown," but that melody. Brilliant. It almost makes me want to buy the entire album, but there's no way they can surpass that song. I don't want to ruin their image in my mind. Basically, they are the pop-emo Gods of 2005. When I hear that song, I smile. I don't even know the lyrics, and I've listened to it about 50 times. They don't matter. They're probably about a girl. Whoopdedoo. It makes me want to hold my fist in the air and wear tighter jeans, all so that I can fully appreciate the songs awesomeness. I think I'll go do cartwheels now.
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...because I was embarrased that the band I was in only played Metallica covers and the guitarists played ESP's. That unfortunate claim, however, does not detract from the fact that I have been in love with that Fall Out Boy song "Sugar, We're Going Down" for about 3 weeks now. Now, this isn't really the emo that I grew up with and once pretended I was. That was like Rainer Maria and Sunny Day Real Estate. That was freaking awesome.
This is Motley Crue II.
But what a great chorus. I don't really know what he's singing, and he sounds like a tard when he sings "Downtown," but that melody. Brilliant. It almost makes me want to buy the entire album, but there's no way they can surpass that song. I don't want to ruin their image in my mind. Basically, they are the pop-emo Gods of 2005. When I hear that song, I smile. I don't even know the lyrics, and I've listened to it about 50 times. They don't matter. They're probably about a girl. Whoopdedoo. It makes me want to hold my fist in the air and wear tighter jeans, all so that I can fully appreciate the songs awesomeness. I think I'll go do cartwheels now.
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Sunday, November 27, 2005
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
If anything in this world is timeline worthy...
Then what happened this afternoon would be it. Thank you Kyle, and your drivers licence.
So I'm at work again, I have a few books to read so hopefully I won't get as terribly bored. The kid today, I can't tell if he's actaully competent or just wanted to sound impressive, but he asked for "cans" today when checking stuff out. Now, for those who don't know, "cans" is studio slang for headphones, except no one ever says that unless they want to show that they know what's going on. With all the engineers I''ve worked with that were competent, no one actually says that when they talk about headphones. It's douche-jargon. There is some slang that is acceptable, but that's basically just abreviations of stuff like, "DI" or "2 inch" or "pancake" etc..."cans" is pushing it.
EDIT: I had a chance to be a hardass tonight, b/c the guy tried to guitar on the session. While this is one of the rules I find most annoying about Belmont's policies, I got a kick out of enforcing it. Ha! Ninja kick!
Also, I had M83 blarring when the assistant came in today. I think he might have been weirded out by the dramatic spoken word part.
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P.S. I was looking through amazon.com for some ideas on what to read next, and I keep coming across used books for $0.01. I'm tempted to buy these things, yet I don't quite believe that they're only a cent. I bet I'd get screwed on the shipping costs.
Then what happened this afternoon would be it. Thank you Kyle, and your drivers licence.
So I'm at work again, I have a few books to read so hopefully I won't get as terribly bored. The kid today, I can't tell if he's actaully competent or just wanted to sound impressive, but he asked for "cans" today when checking stuff out. Now, for those who don't know, "cans" is studio slang for headphones, except no one ever says that unless they want to show that they know what's going on. With all the engineers I''ve worked with that were competent, no one actually says that when they talk about headphones. It's douche-jargon. There is some slang that is acceptable, but that's basically just abreviations of stuff like, "DI" or "2 inch" or "pancake" etc..."cans" is pushing it.
EDIT: I had a chance to be a hardass tonight, b/c the guy tried to guitar on the session. While this is one of the rules I find most annoying about Belmont's policies, I got a kick out of enforcing it. Ha! Ninja kick!
Also, I had M83 blarring when the assistant came in today. I think he might have been weirded out by the dramatic spoken word part.
-ed
P.S. I was looking through amazon.com for some ideas on what to read next, and I keep coming across used books for $0.01. I'm tempted to buy these things, yet I don't quite believe that they're only a cent. I bet I'd get screwed on the shipping costs.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Not only are they pretty, but they're unique!
Taken from 2 sorority girls profiles....I just had to laugh.
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"Today we salute you Miss Phi Mu Sister. Not only do you have the looks, brains, and glamour, but most importantly the class to back it up. Sure, frat boys may talk to other ladies, but don't worry, their only dream is to date-a-Phi Mu. With that ladybug flying high and that Phi Mu sparkle in your eye, you are every guy's dream and every girl's envy. You can party like a professional, yet still keep that frat-tastic class. And remember: There's only one thing to be...and that's a Phi Mu!!!"
"Today we salute you miss Chi O sister. Not only do you have the looks, brains, and glamour, but most importantly the class to back it up. Sure, frat boys may talk to other ladies, but don't worry, their only dream is to date-a-Chi O. With
that Owl flying high and that Chi O sparkle in your eye, you are every guy's dream and every girl's envy. You can party like a professional, yet still keep that frat-tastic class. If you're dating a Chi O, raise your hand. If you're not, raise your standards. Then crack open an ice cold Miller Lite you sexy Chi O's, and remember: There's only one thing to be... and that's a Chi O!!!!"
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So, the only appreciable difference that I can determine is that Chi O's like to drink. I really hope that they both think that their little rallying cry things are unique.
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Taken from 2 sorority girls profiles....I just had to laugh.
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"Today we salute you Miss Phi Mu Sister. Not only do you have the looks, brains, and glamour, but most importantly the class to back it up. Sure, frat boys may talk to other ladies, but don't worry, their only dream is to date-a-Phi Mu. With that ladybug flying high and that Phi Mu sparkle in your eye, you are every guy's dream and every girl's envy. You can party like a professional, yet still keep that frat-tastic class. And remember: There's only one thing to be...and that's a Phi Mu!!!"
"Today we salute you miss Chi O sister. Not only do you have the looks, brains, and glamour, but most importantly the class to back it up. Sure, frat boys may talk to other ladies, but don't worry, their only dream is to date-a-Chi O. With
that Owl flying high and that Chi O sparkle in your eye, you are every guy's dream and every girl's envy. You can party like a professional, yet still keep that frat-tastic class. If you're dating a Chi O, raise your hand. If you're not, raise your standards. Then crack open an ice cold Miller Lite you sexy Chi O's, and remember: There's only one thing to be... and that's a Chi O!!!!"
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So, the only appreciable difference that I can determine is that Chi O's like to drink. I really hope that they both think that their little rallying cry things are unique.
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BEST. SHOW. EVER.
Jensen Sportag/Shit Robot/The Juan MacLean/LCD Soundsystem - Exit/In
Ok....maybe an overstatement, but absolutely the best show of 2005, hands down. Sam and I were the first ones there, @ like 7:15, and doors didn't open until 8:30. Not that we really needed to get there early, the place didn't fill until around 10pm...but we were there, ready to dance. To our great disapointment, Shit Robot never made it up on stage, instead DJing from behind the sound booth. Jensen Sportag was the first live act, 2 guys with sequencers and a keytar, and despite my initial ambivalence, I really liked them by the end of the set. I'll be sure to check them out again. After a long delay, The Juan MacLean made it on stage and freaking rocked out. They had a theramin/Keytar player who was amazing, and they started out with "Tito's Way." I danced, and I danced hard. Then they launched into "Give Me Every Little Thing," and it was pretty much perfect. When the bass and drums dropped in, it was life affirming. They closed with an extended/awesome version of "Shining Skinned Friend." Oh, so, so good.
LCD Soundsystem made it up to the stage around 12ish, or a little after, I'm not entirely sure. When they started the beat to "Yr City's a Sucker," I started smiling, and that smile never left my face the entire night. James Murphey is an intense frontman, and he commanded the audience's attention throughout the whole show. They played everything I wanted them to play, with a sped up "Daft Punk is Playing at My House" being the highlight for me, as the crowd went apeshit over it. "Losing My Edge" was good, but I think that he's probably tired of playing it...he did a fun adlib about verses and choruses in it, so the variation was good. "Tribulations" kicked ass too, a song I never wanted to end. The encore song was something I'd never heard before, probably a new song, but it was much more guitar/rock based, so it'll be interesting if that's the direction their going in for the next album.
Anyways, a freaking great show. I'm still dancing.
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Jensen Sportag/Shit Robot/The Juan MacLean/LCD Soundsystem - Exit/In
Ok....maybe an overstatement, but absolutely the best show of 2005, hands down. Sam and I were the first ones there, @ like 7:15, and doors didn't open until 8:30. Not that we really needed to get there early, the place didn't fill until around 10pm...but we were there, ready to dance. To our great disapointment, Shit Robot never made it up on stage, instead DJing from behind the sound booth. Jensen Sportag was the first live act, 2 guys with sequencers and a keytar, and despite my initial ambivalence, I really liked them by the end of the set. I'll be sure to check them out again. After a long delay, The Juan MacLean made it on stage and freaking rocked out. They had a theramin/Keytar player who was amazing, and they started out with "Tito's Way." I danced, and I danced hard. Then they launched into "Give Me Every Little Thing," and it was pretty much perfect. When the bass and drums dropped in, it was life affirming. They closed with an extended/awesome version of "Shining Skinned Friend." Oh, so, so good.
LCD Soundsystem made it up to the stage around 12ish, or a little after, I'm not entirely sure. When they started the beat to "Yr City's a Sucker," I started smiling, and that smile never left my face the entire night. James Murphey is an intense frontman, and he commanded the audience's attention throughout the whole show. They played everything I wanted them to play, with a sped up "Daft Punk is Playing at My House" being the highlight for me, as the crowd went apeshit over it. "Losing My Edge" was good, but I think that he's probably tired of playing it...he did a fun adlib about verses and choruses in it, so the variation was good. "Tribulations" kicked ass too, a song I never wanted to end. The encore song was something I'd never heard before, probably a new song, but it was much more guitar/rock based, so it'll be interesting if that's the direction their going in for the next album.
Anyways, a freaking great show. I'm still dancing.
-ed
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Thursday, November 03, 2005
So maybe we did find David Gresham...
So I haven't mentioned this in a while, but I'm part of an awesome writing group on Tuesday nights, and we publish our stuff on a blog (http://paxford.blogspot.com), which I recommend anyone reading this blog go to immediately to read things of actual value. Check it out!
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So I haven't mentioned this in a while, but I'm part of an awesome writing group on Tuesday nights, and we publish our stuff on a blog (http://paxford.blogspot.com), which I recommend anyone reading this blog go to immediately to read things of actual value. Check it out!
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Sunday, October 30, 2005
Halloween...
Ashley asked me to put together a mix for the Honors Halloween party (ok, laugh now), so I threw one together today, it's about an hour long. It's pretty decent, but I missed some of the transitions about 30 min in and I didn't really care to start over. I doubt anyone will care but me. I also got bored and threw on a filter during the bloc party song that I missed a cue for, so it's kinda funny and wrong. oh well. Tracklist:
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Ashley asked me to put together a mix for the Honors Halloween party (ok, laugh now), so I threw one together today, it's about an hour long. It's pretty decent, but I missed some of the transitions about 30 min in and I didn't really care to start over. I doubt anyone will care but me. I also got bored and threw on a filter during the bloc party song that I missed a cue for, so it's kinda funny and wrong. oh well. Tracklist:
- Do They Know It's Hallowe'en (Cadence Weapon Remix) - North American Hallowe'en Prevention Initiative, Inc
- Bochecha Ardendo - Os K-Rrascos & Vanessinha Do Picatchu
- Warning Siren - Tiefschwarz
- Hollaback Girl - Gwen Stefani
- Thriller - Michael Jackson
- Destroy Everything You Touch - Ladytron
- Another Excuse (DFA Remix) - Soulwax
- Close To You - The Avalanches
- Hombre - M.I.A.
- All Night - Damian Marley
- Sign, Sealed, Delievered (Remix) - Stevie Wonder
- Give Me Every Little Thing - The Juan MacLean
- (Shine Your) Light Love Hope - Bob Mould
- Chicken Payback (Madlib's Soul Distortion Vocal Remix) - The Bees
- Romantic Rights - Death From Above 1979
- Banquet (Phones Disco Edit) - Bloc Party
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Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Seriously...
I cannot even begin to describe how much I hate the song/music video of "Something To Be Proud Of" by Montgomery Gentry. I've run across it twice this weekend while flipping through channels, and to be honest, I watched it all the way through, but my disgust for it built throughout my experience with it.
First off, on purely asthetic grounds alone, the video is the worst piece of crap I have ever seen. It's these two guys in a f*cking desert, or plateau, or WTF, I don't know. And one tall guy wears a duster and a cowboy hat, while the feminine one plays guitar and looks like a reject from a Matchbox20 band. Ok, so they're in a desert (which is computer generated so it looks horrible already) and then images of the stuff they're singing about are flashing on screen. And this f*cking F16 keeps flying over through the entire thing, along with a GT) that drives across. THAT'S THE ENTIRE THING. They filmed it on a green screen and then used the computer animation of the 90's to make them seem, I dunno, badass? How about CRAP.
I know who they're aiming the song towards. It's basically listing all these things where guys have had shitty lives, because 1.) They were in the army 2.) Didn't go to college and had to work bad jobs because of a lack of education PURELY BY THEIR OWN CHOICE BECAUSE THEY THOUGHT THEY WERE BADASSES. F*cking GTO.
Anyways, the chorus goes like this:
"That's something to be proud of:
"That's a life you can hang your hat on.
"You don't need to make a million:
"Just be thankful to be workin'.
"If you're doing what you're able
"An' putting food there on the table,
"And providing for the family that you love:
"That's something to be proud of.
Granted, it's a nice sentiment. But I can see this becoming an anthem for people who have no motivation in life.
"I haven't done anything worthwhile, but dammit, I put food on the table. Give me another beer."
Anyways, get ready for your redneck neighbor to be singing this with his buddies at the bar. Loudly. That's something to be proud of.
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I cannot even begin to describe how much I hate the song/music video of "Something To Be Proud Of" by Montgomery Gentry. I've run across it twice this weekend while flipping through channels, and to be honest, I watched it all the way through, but my disgust for it built throughout my experience with it.
First off, on purely asthetic grounds alone, the video is the worst piece of crap I have ever seen. It's these two guys in a f*cking desert, or plateau, or WTF, I don't know. And one tall guy wears a duster and a cowboy hat, while the feminine one plays guitar and looks like a reject from a Matchbox20 band. Ok, so they're in a desert (which is computer generated so it looks horrible already) and then images of the stuff they're singing about are flashing on screen. And this f*cking F16 keeps flying over through the entire thing, along with a GT) that drives across. THAT'S THE ENTIRE THING. They filmed it on a green screen and then used the computer animation of the 90's to make them seem, I dunno, badass? How about CRAP.
I know who they're aiming the song towards. It's basically listing all these things where guys have had shitty lives, because 1.) They were in the army 2.) Didn't go to college and had to work bad jobs because of a lack of education PURELY BY THEIR OWN CHOICE BECAUSE THEY THOUGHT THEY WERE BADASSES. F*cking GTO.
Anyways, the chorus goes like this:
"That's something to be proud of:
"That's a life you can hang your hat on.
"You don't need to make a million:
"Just be thankful to be workin'.
"If you're doing what you're able
"An' putting food there on the table,
"And providing for the family that you love:
"That's something to be proud of.
Granted, it's a nice sentiment. But I can see this becoming an anthem for people who have no motivation in life.
"I haven't done anything worthwhile, but dammit, I put food on the table. Give me another beer."
Anyways, get ready for your redneck neighbor to be singing this with his buddies at the bar. Loudly. That's something to be proud of.
-ed
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Travelling, Swallowing Dramamine...
Being in a state that I haven't visited since freshman year, everything's just a little fuzzy today. I wouldn't say that I feel "sad" or anything like that, but just really tired and exhausted. And fittingly enough, when this does happen, my music selections are a tad on the melancholy side. I tried listening to the new Deerhoof cd, but that made my head hurt (I do plan on remixing one of their songs though, tracks are available at http://deerhoof.killrockstars.com/remix.html), so I threw on some American Football. Hopefully I'll pick up before work and in time to do some more reading. I rather enjoy this now.
American Football - "Never Meant"
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Being in a state that I haven't visited since freshman year, everything's just a little fuzzy today. I wouldn't say that I feel "sad" or anything like that, but just really tired and exhausted. And fittingly enough, when this does happen, my music selections are a tad on the melancholy side. I tried listening to the new Deerhoof cd, but that made my head hurt (I do plan on remixing one of their songs though, tracks are available at http://deerhoof.killrockstars.com/remix.html), so I threw on some American Football. Hopefully I'll pick up before work and in time to do some more reading. I rather enjoy this now.
American Football - "Never Meant"
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Tuesday, October 11, 2005
LACK OF SUBJECT HEADING
So I guess I only have time to write in this thing when I'm at work, which reminds me of all those surveys we take in business classes about if we would use the computer at work for personal use and I always said I wouldn't or something. I totally lied, as if I had ethics. But I mean, if I actually had something to do it would be different. Tonight is especially boring due to the fact another staff guy is doing a session so that means that I basically just open doors and check out mics. Lame. I need weak A1 students so I feel powerful! But the singer for the session brought pizza and encouraged me to eat it, so yeah, I indulged her. This should happen more often.
Oh yeah, I recieved a $50 ticket from B-effing-Po yesterday. For parking in the only open spot, where everyone else had Belmont stickers, and where there is NOTHING that says I cannot park there. I don't feel like writing everything I think about this situation, but at least I don't have to pay it if I take some stupid test. But yeah, screw you Belmont.
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So I guess I only have time to write in this thing when I'm at work, which reminds me of all those surveys we take in business classes about if we would use the computer at work for personal use and I always said I wouldn't or something. I totally lied, as if I had ethics. But I mean, if I actually had something to do it would be different. Tonight is especially boring due to the fact another staff guy is doing a session so that means that I basically just open doors and check out mics. Lame. I need weak A1 students so I feel powerful! But the singer for the session brought pizza and encouraged me to eat it, so yeah, I indulged her. This should happen more often.
Oh yeah, I recieved a $50 ticket from B-effing-Po yesterday. For parking in the only open spot, where everyone else had Belmont stickers, and where there is NOTHING that says I cannot park there. I don't feel like writing everything I think about this situation, but at least I don't have to pay it if I take some stupid test. But yeah, screw you Belmont.
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Thursday, October 06, 2005
Lesson...
When, if you are ever doing a session at RCA B, and I am the staff engineer, I come in the check on how you're doing just to make sure things are going smoothly, NEVER, NEVER answer me smugly "Yes, if we have any problems we'll come and get you," like you are the hot-shit Audio One engineer. You will run into problems, and I will be very, very uninclined to help your ass.
FYI.
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When, if you are ever doing a session at RCA B, and I am the staff engineer, I come in the check on how you're doing just to make sure things are going smoothly, NEVER, NEVER answer me smugly "Yes, if we have any problems we'll come and get you," like you are the hot-shit Audio One engineer. You will run into problems, and I will be very, very uninclined to help your ass.
FYI.
-ed
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Wow.
So I found this Rolling Stones cover I recorded sometime this summer. And since I already sent it to Sam, I figure she'll try to blackmail me and the only way to defeat it is to make it available to all. Please laugh, it'll be the best way for you to enjoy it.
Dime Store Keats - Miss You
Yes, that's a new recording alias.
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So I found this Rolling Stones cover I recorded sometime this summer. And since I already sent it to Sam, I figure she'll try to blackmail me and the only way to defeat it is to make it available to all. Please laugh, it'll be the best way for you to enjoy it.
Dime Store Keats - Miss You
Yes, that's a new recording alias.
-ed
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
So it struck me today...
as we watched movie clips in my post techniques class, that I think Twister is the worst movie ever made. I was overcome with just disgust and nausea at the stupidity of the premise, and I really hope that people like that do not exist. If they do, eff them, and I hope they get sucked up into a tornado and die.
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as we watched movie clips in my post techniques class, that I think Twister is the worst movie ever made. I was overcome with just disgust and nausea at the stupidity of the premise, and I really hope that people like that do not exist. If they do, eff them, and I hope they get sucked up into a tornado and die.
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Monday, October 03, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
Sunday, September 25, 2005
You're Supersonic...
Here's that zip file of my favorite songs by Modest Mouse, Red House Painters, and the Dismemberment Plan. It's a large file (43MB) but well worth the download, I promise. Enjoy!
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Here's that zip file of my favorite songs by Modest Mouse, Red House Painters, and the Dismemberment Plan. It's a large file (43MB) but well worth the download, I promise. Enjoy!
-ed
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Sufjan Stevens, 9/23/05, Cannery Ballroom
I'm pretty conflicted about this one. To say that I'd been eagerly awaiting this one is an understatement, and maybe I had my hopes set too high.
The line to get in was ridiculous, and we got there at 7:45 and it was stretched all the way to the parking lot. We had the misfortune of being in front of one of the most annoying people I have ever heard before, this small girl who decided she would share her opinion on everything to this poor guy she had just met. She was obviously very passionate about her views, but she kept talking about God and her version of liberalism and it was pretty obvious she was a product of ignorance. We tried our best to tune her out, but her voice was piercing. Unfortunately, that was just an inkling of the douche-factor of this crowd. We finally got in the doors around 8:45-9, a full hour after they were supposed to open, they said something about a security issue. I don't really know.
Anyways, we got in there, not terrribly far back from the stage, but we made the dumb mistake of standing near a pole. During the course of the night, I constantly got edged more towards to pole and by the time Sufjan got to the stage I was basically directly behind it, so I all I could see most of the time was the trumpet player and the hyper guitar player. Oh well. That was really my fault more than anything for putting myself in that position. But seriously, who designed this place with poles in front of the stage. LAME.
Ok, the rest of the crowd. Basically the douchiest crowd ever. I've been to shows with the ultimate douche-potential (Los Lobos, drunk bikers. Do I need say more?) and they were nowhere close to this. Ashley had more run ins with them than I did, having beer spilled on her yet again and getting booty danced on. At a Sufjan Stevens show. Now, I don't want to judge people (which of course I am about to do now,) but as Ashley said "I assumed people who listend to Sufjan were reasonable people." How wrong we were. They were loud and disruptive, and acted like it was a freaking destiny's child concert of something. The asshole next to me had his cell phone on speakerphone mode and kept talking to someone loudly and of course I could hear the other guy talking back. Also, I really, really hate people who try to move up in the crowd, halfway through the show. Look, I'm short, I usually don't have the best view, but I stick with the place I get when I arrive, because that's just the right thing to do. You have no right to push me to the side and cram in there because you got there late. I've never really been one to yell at people about this (even though secretly I always want to) but last night two people almost made me break my silence. Obviously no room to move in, this girl and her fat ass boyfriend bulldoze through me like they own the space. Argh.
So, the music. To be honest, it was really hard to concentrate on it because of the people around me and the amount of time we had to wait and stand. By the end, my knees had cramped up and my back was sore. But really, the music was amazing. He played "Decatur," my favorite song, which hadn't been showing up in his setlists recently, so I was happily surprised. And "Metropolis" was absoultly amazing live. There was enough variation from the record to keep me interested and not feel like I was listening to a cd. But the entire experience left me sort of unfulfilled. Maybe in hindsight I'll believe I enjoyed it more. Ok, I'm out.
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I'm pretty conflicted about this one. To say that I'd been eagerly awaiting this one is an understatement, and maybe I had my hopes set too high.
The line to get in was ridiculous, and we got there at 7:45 and it was stretched all the way to the parking lot. We had the misfortune of being in front of one of the most annoying people I have ever heard before, this small girl who decided she would share her opinion on everything to this poor guy she had just met. She was obviously very passionate about her views, but she kept talking about God and her version of liberalism and it was pretty obvious she was a product of ignorance. We tried our best to tune her out, but her voice was piercing. Unfortunately, that was just an inkling of the douche-factor of this crowd. We finally got in the doors around 8:45-9, a full hour after they were supposed to open, they said something about a security issue. I don't really know.
Anyways, we got in there, not terrribly far back from the stage, but we made the dumb mistake of standing near a pole. During the course of the night, I constantly got edged more towards to pole and by the time Sufjan got to the stage I was basically directly behind it, so I all I could see most of the time was the trumpet player and the hyper guitar player. Oh well. That was really my fault more than anything for putting myself in that position. But seriously, who designed this place with poles in front of the stage. LAME.
Ok, the rest of the crowd. Basically the douchiest crowd ever. I've been to shows with the ultimate douche-potential (Los Lobos, drunk bikers. Do I need say more?) and they were nowhere close to this. Ashley had more run ins with them than I did, having beer spilled on her yet again and getting booty danced on. At a Sufjan Stevens show. Now, I don't want to judge people (which of course I am about to do now,) but as Ashley said "I assumed people who listend to Sufjan were reasonable people." How wrong we were. They were loud and disruptive, and acted like it was a freaking destiny's child concert of something. The asshole next to me had his cell phone on speakerphone mode and kept talking to someone loudly and of course I could hear the other guy talking back. Also, I really, really hate people who try to move up in the crowd, halfway through the show. Look, I'm short, I usually don't have the best view, but I stick with the place I get when I arrive, because that's just the right thing to do. You have no right to push me to the side and cram in there because you got there late. I've never really been one to yell at people about this (even though secretly I always want to) but last night two people almost made me break my silence. Obviously no room to move in, this girl and her fat ass boyfriend bulldoze through me like they own the space. Argh.
So, the music. To be honest, it was really hard to concentrate on it because of the people around me and the amount of time we had to wait and stand. By the end, my knees had cramped up and my back was sore. But really, the music was amazing. He played "Decatur," my favorite song, which hadn't been showing up in his setlists recently, so I was happily surprised. And "Metropolis" was absoultly amazing live. There was enough variation from the record to keep me interested and not feel like I was listening to a cd. But the entire experience left me sort of unfulfilled. Maybe in hindsight I'll believe I enjoyed it more. Ok, I'm out.
-ed
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Inspired by the Winfield!
Today when I was helping the Winfield out with her Honors website, she asked my what my 3 favorite bands are. I had just writen an essay extolling the brilliance of Modest Mouse at the Paxford Blog, so the number one was an easy pick. They are, in order, Modest Mouse, Red House Painters, and the Dismemberment Plan. So, being the nerd I am, I thought to myself, what are my 3 favorite songs by each band? List time!
Modest Mouse:
The Stars Are Projectors
Never Ending Math Equation
Heart Cooks Brain
Red House Painters:
Have You Forgotten?
Grace Cathedral Park
Byrd Joel
The Dismemberment Plan:
The City
The Ice of Boston
You Are Invited
I'll post a zip file of all of them sometime soon, so you too can hear the awesomeness.
-ed
Today when I was helping the Winfield out with her Honors website, she asked my what my 3 favorite bands are. I had just writen an essay extolling the brilliance of Modest Mouse at the Paxford Blog, so the number one was an easy pick. They are, in order, Modest Mouse, Red House Painters, and the Dismemberment Plan. So, being the nerd I am, I thought to myself, what are my 3 favorite songs by each band? List time!
Modest Mouse:
The Stars Are Projectors
Never Ending Math Equation
Heart Cooks Brain
Red House Painters:
Have You Forgotten?
Grace Cathedral Park
Byrd Joel
The Dismemberment Plan:
The City
The Ice of Boston
You Are Invited
I'll post a zip file of all of them sometime soon, so you too can hear the awesomeness.
-ed
Monday, September 19, 2005
So...
This might sort of seem dumb and lame to all those hardened music industry people, but today I finally had a childhood dream realized. My name is on the packaging of a professional CD recording. I mastered an album by a band called Eagle*Seagull who are on my friend Bryan's label, Paper Garden Records, and my name is in the credits on the sleeve. I know this doesn't sound all that cool, but ever since I decided that I wanted to pursue engineering, this is something I've looked foward to. I used to read the credits whenever I bought a cd and look at who engineered it, where they did it, and who mastered it and wish I could be there someday. All the rock stars want their names on the cover, all I've ever wanted is to be in the fine print. But yeah, I think it's really cool, and hopefully there are many more to come. So go buy the album and marvel at my name in silver ink.
-ed
This might sort of seem dumb and lame to all those hardened music industry people, but today I finally had a childhood dream realized. My name is on the packaging of a professional CD recording. I mastered an album by a band called Eagle*Seagull who are on my friend Bryan's label, Paper Garden Records, and my name is in the credits on the sleeve. I know this doesn't sound all that cool, but ever since I decided that I wanted to pursue engineering, this is something I've looked foward to. I used to read the credits whenever I bought a cd and look at who engineered it, where they did it, and who mastered it and wish I could be there someday. All the rock stars want their names on the cover, all I've ever wanted is to be in the fine print. But yeah, I think it's really cool, and hopefully there are many more to come. So go buy the album and marvel at my name in silver ink.
-ed
Why, In Hindsight...
I miss San Antonio.
Thank you, Cary, I remember again why you're the best columnist in SA.
-ed
I miss San Antonio.
Thank you, Cary, I remember again why you're the best columnist in SA.
-ed
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Weird...
There's something really, really familiar about part of the Mariah Carey song that I heard when I was working out this morning...and I can't place it. I thought it was a rip of that "Ignition" song by R. Kelly when I first heard it, now I can't seem to remember what exactly it was. It's only a few measures, but it's a phrase I've heard before....any ideas? If I can figure out what part of it it is, I'll let you know.
-ed
There's something really, really familiar about part of the Mariah Carey song that I heard when I was working out this morning...and I can't place it. I thought it was a rip of that "Ignition" song by R. Kelly when I first heard it, now I can't seem to remember what exactly it was. It's only a few measures, but it's a phrase I've heard before....any ideas? If I can figure out what part of it it is, I'll let you know.
-ed
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
New Outlet!
So our Tuesday night group is off the ground now, and we've started a blog to publish what we've written for each meeting. The address is: http://paxford.blogspot.com
Check it out if your curious, this weeks topic was "People who we know, but don't know their names." Thus my three haikus about the fat kid I saw at a greek festival. Next week promises to be a bit more substantial. We're writing off the quote from Dead Poet's Society, "words and ideas can change the world." I'm keeping the link on the right side of the blog in case you ever want to visit it. The writers are: Ashley Strosnider, Shadndus Valentine, Ryan Stufflebam, Tara McDonough, Lauren Winfield, and myself.
-ed
So our Tuesday night group is off the ground now, and we've started a blog to publish what we've written for each meeting. The address is: http://paxford.blogspot.com
Check it out if your curious, this weeks topic was "People who we know, but don't know their names." Thus my three haikus about the fat kid I saw at a greek festival. Next week promises to be a bit more substantial. We're writing off the quote from Dead Poet's Society, "words and ideas can change the world." I'm keeping the link on the right side of the blog in case you ever want to visit it. The writers are: Ashley Strosnider, Shadndus Valentine, Ryan Stufflebam, Tara McDonough, Lauren Winfield, and myself.
-ed
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Sunday...
The only songs I have in my iTunes library with "Sunday" in the title are by Beck and Jimmy Eat World. This is depressing because I thought it would be cool to listen to all the songs I have with Sunday in them, on a Sunday, and it took a total of 8 minutes. So in a list of irrelevence, here are the songs I have, sorted by days of the week:
Sunday:
"Sunday Sun" - Beck
"A Sunday" - Jimmy Eat World
Monday:
"Blue Monday" - New Order
Tuesday:
NOTHING
Wednesday:
NOTHING
Thursday:
Everything by the band "Thursday"
Friday:
"Casual Friday" - Black Leotard Front
"Friday Night" - The Darkness
"Friday" - Sunny Day Real Estate
Saturday:
"Saturday" - Josh Rouse
"Saturday" - Yo La Tengo
So, yeah, the middle of the week seems to get no love from songwriters.
BTW, why do I suck at writing? I'm trying to come up with something for Tuesday night, and everything I've tried just doesn't seem good to me. I need decent subject matter.
-ed
The only songs I have in my iTunes library with "Sunday" in the title are by Beck and Jimmy Eat World. This is depressing because I thought it would be cool to listen to all the songs I have with Sunday in them, on a Sunday, and it took a total of 8 minutes. So in a list of irrelevence, here are the songs I have, sorted by days of the week:
Sunday:
"Sunday Sun" - Beck
"A Sunday" - Jimmy Eat World
Monday:
"Blue Monday" - New Order
Tuesday:
NOTHING
Wednesday:
NOTHING
Thursday:
Everything by the band "Thursday"
Friday:
"Casual Friday" - Black Leotard Front
"Friday Night" - The Darkness
"Friday" - Sunny Day Real Estate
Saturday:
"Saturday" - Josh Rouse
"Saturday" - Yo La Tengo
So, yeah, the middle of the week seems to get no love from songwriters.
BTW, why do I suck at writing? I'm trying to come up with something for Tuesday night, and everything I've tried just doesn't seem good to me. I need decent subject matter.
-ed
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Friday, September 09, 2005
The Disco Strikes Again!
The Disco Arts and Crafts Collective - It's a Scrapbook Party!
I'm using a file sharing site, so when you click on it, it takes you to an external site. Scroll down to the bottom, choose "free," and then wait for the link to show (@ 30 seconds), and then download!
-ed
The Disco Arts and Crafts Collective - It's a Scrapbook Party!
I'm using a file sharing site, so when you click on it, it takes you to an external site. Scroll down to the bottom, choose "free," and then wait for the link to show (@ 30 seconds), and then download!
-ed
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Werner, why aren't you wasted!?
So last night's C.S. Lewis/Shadowlands party was actually fun, despite the fact I fell asleep for the last 20 min or so. Out of it came the suggestion that we start our own Inklings type group, which I think would be great, but I'm not sure if anyone but Ashley and me are interested in it. Hopefully something will come from it.
The sound in space question was answered, and the correct answer is yes, the sound would be audible in the craft. Thank you, Ryan, Tara, and Dad.
Nearly done with the Eagle*Seagull album. Quite a learn as you go experience.
-ed
So last night's C.S. Lewis/Shadowlands party was actually fun, despite the fact I fell asleep for the last 20 min or so. Out of it came the suggestion that we start our own Inklings type group, which I think would be great, but I'm not sure if anyone but Ashley and me are interested in it. Hopefully something will come from it.
The sound in space question was answered, and the correct answer is yes, the sound would be audible in the craft. Thank you, Ryan, Tara, and Dad.
Nearly done with the Eagle*Seagull album. Quite a learn as you go experience.
-ed
Monday, September 05, 2005
BIG POST!!
Ok, I will attempt to write about everything I've meant to write about in the past few days.
First off, a letter I just wrote my dad...
hey dad,
I'm reading a book, Out of the Silent Planet, by C.S. Lewis, and it's a science fiction book, writen before anyone had ventured into actual space. Anyways, there's something in there that I'm fairly sure isn't possible, and that is the main character hearing the sounds of meteroites hitting their space craft. Now, I base my disagreement with this solely on a Superman comic book that I read in middle school, where Superman is in space and realizes that he can breathe in a spacecraft because he can hear sound, and you can only hear sound in atmosphere. However, because the character in the book is inside a craft w/ breathable air, would the sound of something hitting the outside the walls be translated into sound inside the craft? Or would the sound just be non-existant?
Anyone have an answer for that one? If you can beat the physics teacher to the answer, I will give you a gold star.
Next, the topic of "Dirty Dancing"...
I finally saw enough of that movie to know that it is ok to make rash judgements on it. Now, inane dialogue and plot aside, my main problem with this movie is their choice of music. It is from my observations on the dress and automobiles in the movie that I can conclude that the movie is set sometime in the 1950's or 60's. The music director was placed in an interesting position of having period-correct music during the dancing scenes, and 80's music (when the movie was made) as the film's soundtrack. These two elements are allowed to coexist, as annoyingly as it is, and the separtation between the two is kept up until the end scene. I consider this to be an affront to anyone who knows anything about production quality and basically, music. The end song "I've had the time of my life" is obviously an 80's song, yet the characters are singing and dancing to it like it was a freaking Guy Lombardo hit. This is just wrong. It smacks of 1980's studio production. The snare is artificially huge. The duet is extremely 1980's. How did this happen? What a mistake.
ok, done for now.
-ed
Ok, I will attempt to write about everything I've meant to write about in the past few days.
First off, a letter I just wrote my dad...
hey dad,
I'm reading a book, Out of the Silent Planet, by C.S. Lewis, and it's a science fiction book, writen before anyone had ventured into actual space. Anyways, there's something in there that I'm fairly sure isn't possible, and that is the main character hearing the sounds of meteroites hitting their space craft. Now, I base my disagreement with this solely on a Superman comic book that I read in middle school, where Superman is in space and realizes that he can breathe in a spacecraft because he can hear sound, and you can only hear sound in atmosphere. However, because the character in the book is inside a craft w/ breathable air, would the sound of something hitting the outside the walls be translated into sound inside the craft? Or would the sound just be non-existant?
Anyone have an answer for that one? If you can beat the physics teacher to the answer, I will give you a gold star.
Next, the topic of "Dirty Dancing"...
I finally saw enough of that movie to know that it is ok to make rash judgements on it. Now, inane dialogue and plot aside, my main problem with this movie is their choice of music. It is from my observations on the dress and automobiles in the movie that I can conclude that the movie is set sometime in the 1950's or 60's. The music director was placed in an interesting position of having period-correct music during the dancing scenes, and 80's music (when the movie was made) as the film's soundtrack. These two elements are allowed to coexist, as annoyingly as it is, and the separtation between the two is kept up until the end scene. I consider this to be an affront to anyone who knows anything about production quality and basically, music. The end song "I've had the time of my life" is obviously an 80's song, yet the characters are singing and dancing to it like it was a freaking Guy Lombardo hit. This is just wrong. It smacks of 1980's studio production. The snare is artificially huge. The duet is extremely 1980's. How did this happen? What a mistake.
ok, done for now.
-ed
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Whoooooo!!
Well, we can't win in Mexico, but at least we can take care of business here.
Bring on Germany!
-ed
Well, we can't win in Mexico, but at least we can take care of business here.
Bring on Germany!
-ed
Friday, September 02, 2005
Dear San Antonio, I hate you.
Read this.
Now read my diatribe:
Dear Chip Haass,
You are a dumbass. I can say this because you were once my HS baseball coach, and you sucked at that too. So let's see, there are God knows how many people dying in New Orleans, and you are worried about getting the New Orleans Saints to play in the Alamodome. And there are business men who are going to PAY Benson money to move the Saints here. WHAT THE F**K. How about you use that money to get food and water to the people who need it instead of bringing a sub-par football team whose payroll could feed all those who need help. That just disgusts me. Mr. Haass, you suck at life.
-Eric Domkowski
Saint Mary's Hall, class of 2003.
Read this.
Now read my diatribe:
Dear Chip Haass,
You are a dumbass. I can say this because you were once my HS baseball coach, and you sucked at that too. So let's see, there are God knows how many people dying in New Orleans, and you are worried about getting the New Orleans Saints to play in the Alamodome. And there are business men who are going to PAY Benson money to move the Saints here. WHAT THE F**K. How about you use that money to get food and water to the people who need it instead of bringing a sub-par football team whose payroll could feed all those who need help. That just disgusts me. Mr. Haass, you suck at life.
-Eric Domkowski
Saint Mary's Hall, class of 2003.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Tradegy Brings Out The Worst...
Hey, here's a bright idea. Like, if I were in a city that just got destroyed by a huge hurricane and me and 10,000 other citizens were stuck with no place to go and then some people tried to help us by bussing us to Houston, you know what I would do?
TOTALLY GET A GUN AND START SHOOTING AT THE PEOPLE WHO ARE TRYING TO HELP.
And then I would get in fights with people. Brilliant. Utterly brilliant.
Then If I were NBC, I'd get world renowned social commentator Harry Connick Junior to give his words of wisdom, since you know, he's a genius and all. he calls New Orleans citizens "freakishly strong." I think we have the freakish part right, Harry.
-ed
Hey, here's a bright idea. Like, if I were in a city that just got destroyed by a huge hurricane and me and 10,000 other citizens were stuck with no place to go and then some people tried to help us by bussing us to Houston, you know what I would do?
TOTALLY GET A GUN AND START SHOOTING AT THE PEOPLE WHO ARE TRYING TO HELP.
And then I would get in fights with people. Brilliant. Utterly brilliant.
Then If I were NBC, I'd get world renowned social commentator Harry Connick Junior to give his words of wisdom, since you know, he's a genius and all. he calls New Orleans citizens "freakishly strong." I think we have the freakish part right, Harry.
-ed
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Words I Can't Spell...
coming (Comming)
y'all (ya'll)
settings (cettings...ok, this is horrible, but I did that twice today)
receive (recieve)
The new DCFC album is pretty good. I haven't listened all the way through, but I like what I hear. Haters just need to accept it. And shiznit.
There will be a new track from Eric 'n Sam soon, be on the lookout.
-Eric
coming (Comming)
y'all (ya'll)
settings (cettings...ok, this is horrible, but I did that twice today)
receive (recieve)
The new DCFC album is pretty good. I haven't listened all the way through, but I like what I hear. Haters just need to accept it. And shiznit.
There will be a new track from Eric 'n Sam soon, be on the lookout.
-Eric
Monday, August 29, 2005
The Disco Knitter II: The Reckoning
Now with double-entendre vocals by the one and only Sam Dorgan! Soon to be released on a split 7"! Or something!
The Disco Knitter - Eric 'n Sam
click on it normally, and then click on the link on the next page to download it.
-ed
Now with double-entendre vocals by the one and only Sam Dorgan! Soon to be released on a split 7"! Or something!
The Disco Knitter - Eric 'n Sam
click on it normally, and then click on the link on the next page to download it.
-ed
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Espresso...
IS A SCAM. I paid $2.50 for essentially a shot glass amount of EXTREME coffee. I thought it was a joke at first, but Ashley confirmed it's legitimacy. It was harder to drink than any liquor I've ever tasted (Early Times, what?) , and I was still yawning. I know I'm addicted to caffine, but it still never keeps me awake. Except that one time I had so much I was shaking. But I still slept. Anyways, never order straight espresso, for you will regret it.
-ed
IS A SCAM. I paid $2.50 for essentially a shot glass amount of EXTREME coffee. I thought it was a joke at first, but Ashley confirmed it's legitimacy. It was harder to drink than any liquor I've ever tasted (Early Times, what?) , and I was still yawning. I know I'm addicted to caffine, but it still never keeps me awake. Except that one time I had so much I was shaking. But I still slept. Anyways, never order straight espresso, for you will regret it.
-ed
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Thanks...
to Sam for this one.
The Spinto Band - "Oh Mandy"
They're playing at the End tonight, $8.
-ed
to Sam for this one.
The Spinto Band - "Oh Mandy"
They're playing at the End tonight, $8.
-ed
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Finally...
After camping out on Killjoy the futon last night, and waiting on foreign exchange students to leave (who came back to get what I'm going to assume was the alcohol they left, and who destroyed the upstairs bathroom, but eh, new shower for me and Gub), I'm finally enjoying life in Commons 1505. And it's not half bad.
-ed
After camping out on Killjoy the futon last night, and waiting on foreign exchange students to leave (who came back to get what I'm going to assume was the alcohol they left, and who destroyed the upstairs bathroom, but eh, new shower for me and Gub), I'm finally enjoying life in Commons 1505. And it's not half bad.
-ed
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Dear World,
I shaved my beard and now am sporting a fauxhawk. I just thought you'd like to know.
Love, Eric
Have you ever been in a situation where you think that it should be a movie scene? Today I was driving back home through a backroad lined with corn fields, pouring rain, and Kid A was playing. It seemed like the lost scene to a redneck version of Garden State.
Cue Radiohead backlash.
Basically, I can't wait to be back in Nashville.
-ed
I shaved my beard and now am sporting a fauxhawk. I just thought you'd like to know.
Love, Eric
Have you ever been in a situation where you think that it should be a movie scene? Today I was driving back home through a backroad lined with corn fields, pouring rain, and Kid A was playing. It seemed like the lost scene to a redneck version of Garden State.
Cue Radiohead backlash.
Basically, I can't wait to be back in Nashville.
-ed
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
This one's for you, Ashley...
Penn Yan - Intro: Old Mennonite Woman's Music Box, Part 1: Oh! - The Columbia Sponge Factory Experience (right click, "save as")
I'm sorry about the long intro, it was a case of very bad arranging and lack of talent on the violin that led to it's repetativeness.
-ed
Penn Yan - Intro: Old Mennonite Woman's Music Box, Part 1: Oh! - The Columbia Sponge Factory Experience (right click, "save as")
I'm sorry about the long intro, it was a case of very bad arranging and lack of talent on the violin that led to it's repetativeness.
-ed
Monday, August 15, 2005
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Why knowing people in the mental health field is a good thing...
Hours of entertainment! Amy told me this recently, and it is just too good to keep to myself:
Seems like she has this patient who told her that someone took his "seed" and artificially inseminated thousands of women around the country, so therefore he has thousands of children. Which in itself is pretty funny. But it gets better. It has come to his attention that there is a plot to kill all these children, involving none other than the former Danny Tanner. Yes, Bob Sagat is trying to kill his kids. Amazing.
In other news, I think I'll go drive part of the Natchez Trace Parkway tomorrow, then head over to Davy Crockett SP in part of my Redneck Sightseeing Tour/Old Barn Photo Hunt Extravaganza 2005. I feel like I'm probably going to plow through my plans for this week too quickly, but eh. That's all I have to say about that.
Eh.
Back in Nashville in less than a week.
-ed
Hours of entertainment! Amy told me this recently, and it is just too good to keep to myself:
Seems like she has this patient who told her that someone took his "seed" and artificially inseminated thousands of women around the country, so therefore he has thousands of children. Which in itself is pretty funny. But it gets better. It has come to his attention that there is a plot to kill all these children, involving none other than the former Danny Tanner. Yes, Bob Sagat is trying to kill his kids. Amazing.
In other news, I think I'll go drive part of the Natchez Trace Parkway tomorrow, then head over to Davy Crockett SP in part of my Redneck Sightseeing Tour/Old Barn Photo Hunt Extravaganza 2005. I feel like I'm probably going to plow through my plans for this week too quickly, but eh. That's all I have to say about that.
Eh.
Back in Nashville in less than a week.
-ed
Saturday, August 13, 2005
In Retrospect...
Things I Will Miss About Spontex:
Things I Will Miss About Spontex:
Things That I Won't Miss About Spontex:
- Steel toed boots
- Weak fans that are supposed to cool a huge warehouse
- Megan Miller
- Bluettes
- Wow! Scrubbers
- The intellectually numbing ability of the entire complex
- Spiders
- Giant Malaysian Moths
- FF-455
- "Ronny Woody! 165! Ronny Woooooody!"
- "Hey, you're the UPS guy, mail this (insert random object) to Pakmanistankazakstano."
- "Whart?"
-ed
Friday, August 12, 2005
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Blisters...
inevitably, I will break them. For once I would like to have a blister and see what it does when you let it heal itself. I guess that's kinda gross, but oh well. In the name of science, I want to know, and because the one I have on my hand from getting burned with oil (let's hear it for the wonders of cooking fried shrimp in your own kitchen! And a hand for the splash the shrimp make when entering the oil!) hurts now that I accidently broke it this afternoon.
I finished the Penn Yan, NY song, just need to do a little mixing. Judging by the lack of comments about the San Antonio song, I guess it sucked. I dunno, I liked it. Sigh.
-ed
inevitably, I will break them. For once I would like to have a blister and see what it does when you let it heal itself. I guess that's kinda gross, but oh well. In the name of science, I want to know, and because the one I have on my hand from getting burned with oil (let's hear it for the wonders of cooking fried shrimp in your own kitchen! And a hand for the splash the shrimp make when entering the oil!) hurts now that I accidently broke it this afternoon.
I finished the Penn Yan, NY song, just need to do a little mixing. Judging by the lack of comments about the San Antonio song, I guess it sucked. I dunno, I liked it. Sigh.
-ed
Monday, August 08, 2005
Sunday, August 07, 2005
The Alamo City...
San Antonio - Part 1: Porque Me Odias? Part 2: Meditations on the Railroad Tracks Near the San Juan Mission - The Columbia Sponge Factory Experience. (right click, "save as")
Read the story behind Part 2 here.
-ed
San Antonio - Part 1: Porque Me Odias? Part 2: Meditations on the Railroad Tracks Near the San Juan Mission - The Columbia Sponge Factory Experience. (right click, "save as")
Read the story behind Part 2 here.
-ed
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Moment of Enlightenment...
Ok, there's this Antonio Banderas movie that I love called "The 13th Warrior" and basically he's this Arab guy who goes and fights with Vikings. It's awesome. But besides that, there's a scene near the beginning where he's sitting with the Vikings at night, and he can't understand their language. But he starts concentrating and abosorbing everything they do, and suddenly he understands them.
That happened to me yesterday at work.
I had to go around on top of a forklift driven by Buck "Whatthehelldidhesay" Bolton, a man who I have not understood a word out of his mouth the entire summer. After 15min of closely listening to Buck, I started to understand him. It was amazing. Our partnership proved fruitful, and I counted boxes upon boxes with joy.
End of story.
-ed
Ok, there's this Antonio Banderas movie that I love called "The 13th Warrior" and basically he's this Arab guy who goes and fights with Vikings. It's awesome. But besides that, there's a scene near the beginning where he's sitting with the Vikings at night, and he can't understand their language. But he starts concentrating and abosorbing everything they do, and suddenly he understands them.
That happened to me yesterday at work.
I had to go around on top of a forklift driven by Buck "Whatthehelldidhesay" Bolton, a man who I have not understood a word out of his mouth the entire summer. After 15min of closely listening to Buck, I started to understand him. It was amazing. Our partnership proved fruitful, and I counted boxes upon boxes with joy.
End of story.
-ed
Friday, August 05, 2005
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Mexicans, Porque me odias?
My mexos didn't show up at the field today, so there was no soccer played. Sad times. I walked the dog instead. Not quite the same thing.
After tomorrow, only one more week of work. Hallelujah. Then begins the 1st Annual Old Barn Photography Tour of South Middle Tennessee. No joke. I've become obsessed with old, decaying, surrounded by trees barns that populate the countryside. I shall take leisurely drives around the area and take pictures of them. You may call it lame, I call it "finally, a vacation."
-ed
My mexos didn't show up at the field today, so there was no soccer played. Sad times. I walked the dog instead. Not quite the same thing.
After tomorrow, only one more week of work. Hallelujah. Then begins the 1st Annual Old Barn Photography Tour of South Middle Tennessee. No joke. I've become obsessed with old, decaying, surrounded by trees barns that populate the countryside. I shall take leisurely drives around the area and take pictures of them. You may call it lame, I call it "finally, a vacation."
-ed
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Praise Elohim...
My dog finally heeded nature's call today and relieved herself. After a week. I didn't know this was possible, but she did held it. She wouldn't go on our lawn, so I took her across the street, and bang, we're golden. Good girl.
Speaking of the God of Job,
Why, oh ominscient being, do all insects in Maury Co. decide that they need to die on top of the boxes in the Spontex warehouse? And, along with this, why are these said boxes prone to falling on me? I need an answer, seriously. Give me a sign. Like those things you give Mexican Catholics, you know, the leaky faucet that looks like Mary. Funny how no one else gets those, like the Orthodox Greeks. Or the Amish. Poor Amish.
Anyways, peace out homes.
-Eric
Ok, I need a new city to focus my attention on. Any suggestions? I've already started planning my San Antonio masterwork, so that's already taken care of. Working Title: San Ant
-ed
My dog finally heeded nature's call today and relieved herself. After a week. I didn't know this was possible, but she did held it. She wouldn't go on our lawn, so I took her across the street, and bang, we're golden. Good girl.
Speaking of the God of Job,
Why, oh ominscient being, do all insects in Maury Co. decide that they need to die on top of the boxes in the Spontex warehouse? And, along with this, why are these said boxes prone to falling on me? I need an answer, seriously. Give me a sign. Like those things you give Mexican Catholics, you know, the leaky faucet that looks like Mary. Funny how no one else gets those, like the Orthodox Greeks. Or the Amish. Poor Amish.
Anyways, peace out homes.
-Eric
Ok, I need a new city to focus my attention on. Any suggestions? I've already started planning my San Antonio masterwork, so that's already taken care of. Working Title: San Ant
-ed
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
The Rock Just Keeps on Coming!
Henderson, You Are Not My Friend - The Columbia Sponge Factory Experience
(right click, "Save As")
Disclaimer: I have been to Henderson, KY. It is actually a very nice town. This song takes artistic license with certain events that may or may not have happened in the town's premises.
-ed
Henderson, You Are Not My Friend - The Columbia Sponge Factory Experience
(right click, "Save As")
Disclaimer: I have been to Henderson, KY. It is actually a very nice town. This song takes artistic license with certain events that may or may not have happened in the town's premises.
-ed
Sunday, July 31, 2005
For Your Listening Pleasure...
The King of Pallet Jacks, Part Uno - The Columbia Sponge Factory Experience (right click, "Save As")
Yes, I know it distorts in the first bar...I was tired and didn't want to play the whole thing over again. As for the references in the song:
Suzanne: Fat woman who works next to me...has an uncanny ability to eat all the ice cream sandwhiches that people bring and put in the break room freezer
David: Always has some sort of tabacco product in him (snuff, dip, cigarettes)
Megan: the other temp worker...I dislike her immensely.
The row no one dares to go: Aisle T
Ok, there we go. Hope you enjoy it. Ha!
-ed
The King of Pallet Jacks, Part Uno - The Columbia Sponge Factory Experience (right click, "Save As")
Yes, I know it distorts in the first bar...I was tired and didn't want to play the whole thing over again. As for the references in the song:
Suzanne: Fat woman who works next to me...has an uncanny ability to eat all the ice cream sandwhiches that people bring and put in the break room freezer
David: Always has some sort of tabacco product in him (snuff, dip, cigarettes)
Megan: the other temp worker...I dislike her immensely.
The row no one dares to go: Aisle T
Ok, there we go. Hope you enjoy it. Ha!
-ed
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Friday, July 29, 2005
They buried her alive, one evening 1945...
Slowly buy surely, my basement is looking and feeling more like a home. I set up the old stereo system tonight, as well as an ad-hoc coffee table, which is an old chest my dad used in college. I also mandated that Molly is to live inside with me, so she's chilling next to me as a write this tonight.
Only had to work until 11:30am today, that was amazing. Read a lot in East of Eden and recorded the Columbia installment of The Hometown Musical Saga, which is actually a parody of Neutral Milk Hotel's "King of Carrot Flowers, Part 1"...I call it, "King of Pallet Jacks, Part Uno." I think it's hillarious, I wrote it in my head when I had to do inventory consolidation this morning, so no one is really going to understand all the phrases. It's Spontex Specific.
I was going to give blood, but the BLOODMOBILE wasn't at Lowes at 4pm because they had "problems." Obviously my blood isn't needed that badly.
Ok, awesome news of the week. I am the owner of not 1, but 2 violins. One of them is my great grandfather's, so it's around 100 years old, not in the greatest shape since it's been in an attic in New York for quite a few years, but my dad and I are reparing it. Bought some fine tuners, a bow, and strings today. Going to have to refinish the fingerboard. It'll take some work, but it'll be worth it. The other one is one he bought off one of his employees, and it's in a little better shape. I know nothing about violins, so I can't tell which is the better of the two, but I think for traditions sake I'll use my great grandfather's. I just think it's cool that they found it and now I get a chance to play it. And of course the whole playing it part will be a trip, but I think I can get the hang of it fairly quickly, since I play the mandolin already.
ok, enough for tonight. Oooh, tomorrow the revival of "Bucky's Saturday's" will begin. Time for some good Southern breakfast foods. Pass the grits!
-ed
Slowly buy surely, my basement is looking and feeling more like a home. I set up the old stereo system tonight, as well as an ad-hoc coffee table, which is an old chest my dad used in college. I also mandated that Molly is to live inside with me, so she's chilling next to me as a write this tonight.
Only had to work until 11:30am today, that was amazing. Read a lot in East of Eden and recorded the Columbia installment of The Hometown Musical Saga, which is actually a parody of Neutral Milk Hotel's "King of Carrot Flowers, Part 1"...I call it, "King of Pallet Jacks, Part Uno." I think it's hillarious, I wrote it in my head when I had to do inventory consolidation this morning, so no one is really going to understand all the phrases. It's Spontex Specific.
I was going to give blood, but the BLOODMOBILE wasn't at Lowes at 4pm because they had "problems." Obviously my blood isn't needed that badly.
Ok, awesome news of the week. I am the owner of not 1, but 2 violins. One of them is my great grandfather's, so it's around 100 years old, not in the greatest shape since it's been in an attic in New York for quite a few years, but my dad and I are reparing it. Bought some fine tuners, a bow, and strings today. Going to have to refinish the fingerboard. It'll take some work, but it'll be worth it. The other one is one he bought off one of his employees, and it's in a little better shape. I know nothing about violins, so I can't tell which is the better of the two, but I think for traditions sake I'll use my great grandfather's. I just think it's cool that they found it and now I get a chance to play it. And of course the whole playing it part will be a trip, but I think I can get the hang of it fairly quickly, since I play the mandolin already.
ok, enough for tonight. Oooh, tomorrow the revival of "Bucky's Saturday's" will begin. Time for some good Southern breakfast foods. Pass the grits!
-ed
Thursday, July 28, 2005
The Second Intallment of the Home Town Saga: Maryville
"Maryville - Part I: Julia Ward Howe Visits Maryville College, Part II: Alcoa, Where People Are They Key, Part III: Go Big Orange! Hall For the Point After" - The Columbia Sponge Factory Experience.
(Right Click, "Save As" You know the drill.)
-ed
"Maryville - Part I: Julia Ward Howe Visits Maryville College, Part II: Alcoa, Where People Are They Key, Part III: Go Big Orange! Hall For the Point After" - The Columbia Sponge Factory Experience.
(Right Click, "Save As" You know the drill.)
-ed
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Two-timing son of a...
I got stood up for my guitar lesson today. Drove all the way out there, and no one was home. Either that or the kid hid in the house until I drove off. Left a note for them to call me, but nothing so far. Man, there goes my gas money for the week.
Played soccer with my Mexican's last night. Too much individual crap, they don't realize how to play as a team. It would be different if they were as good as Kevin, but they aren't at all, so it's frusterating for me when I'm open on the wings and all they want to do is dribble into traffic. Sigh.
Talked to Tara for a while tonight, definitely counting down the days until I see her again.
Oh yeah, Shandus, if you read this - The song will be up soon, still trying to figure out how to transfer it to this computer. Sorry for the wait.
I'm out!
-ed
I got stood up for my guitar lesson today. Drove all the way out there, and no one was home. Either that or the kid hid in the house until I drove off. Left a note for them to call me, but nothing so far. Man, there goes my gas money for the week.
Played soccer with my Mexican's last night. Too much individual crap, they don't realize how to play as a team. It would be different if they were as good as Kevin, but they aren't at all, so it's frusterating for me when I'm open on the wings and all they want to do is dribble into traffic. Sigh.
Talked to Tara for a while tonight, definitely counting down the days until I see her again.
Oh yeah, Shandus, if you read this - The song will be up soon, still trying to figure out how to transfer it to this computer. Sorry for the wait.
I'm out!
-ed
Monday, July 25, 2005
Sunday, July 24, 2005
To The God of Abraham, Iaasac, and Moses...
And other people with long names...
Hey man, remember back in the good old days, when you were wrathful and smited people and stuff? Lot's wife, pillar of salt? Didn't that feel good? The Tower of Babel? Yeah, that was awesome.
Dude, what happend?
You got all PC on us with all this turn the other cheek and Good Samaratin junk, and you just haven't been the same. Maybe you had some bad experience or something, wanted to make a difference in the world, I understand, happens to the best of us. But now, YHWH, it's time to give that up. I need the old Elohim back, like before you got all warm and fuzzy and started wearing cardigans. People need to be smited, you and I both know it. These people are guilty of the worst possible sin, and they flaunt it in your face under the guise of "praise." Who are these people? The ones who write church songs, and because they run out of any good ideas, they do a key change. God, it's so bad. Like they can fool us with an ascending step key change at the end, please. You and I both know that church music is bad to begin with, and this convention is just making it worse. Lord, I have to be there on Sundays, so let's make it worth my time, ok? Start smiting and make this world a better place.
Kisses,
Eric Domkowski
P.S. About those contradictions in the old Bible, it's cool man, don't sweat it, I got your back.
BTW, totally moved into the new house. The basement rocks, pictures to come soon, along iwth the 2nd installment of the Home Town Musical Saga: Maryville, TN.
-ed
And other people with long names...
Hey man, remember back in the good old days, when you were wrathful and smited people and stuff? Lot's wife, pillar of salt? Didn't that feel good? The Tower of Babel? Yeah, that was awesome.
Dude, what happend?
You got all PC on us with all this turn the other cheek and Good Samaratin junk, and you just haven't been the same. Maybe you had some bad experience or something, wanted to make a difference in the world, I understand, happens to the best of us. But now, YHWH, it's time to give that up. I need the old Elohim back, like before you got all warm and fuzzy and started wearing cardigans. People need to be smited, you and I both know it. These people are guilty of the worst possible sin, and they flaunt it in your face under the guise of "praise." Who are these people? The ones who write church songs, and because they run out of any good ideas, they do a key change. God, it's so bad. Like they can fool us with an ascending step key change at the end, please. You and I both know that church music is bad to begin with, and this convention is just making it worse. Lord, I have to be there on Sundays, so let's make it worth my time, ok? Start smiting and make this world a better place.
Kisses,
Eric Domkowski
P.S. About those contradictions in the old Bible, it's cool man, don't sweat it, I got your back.
BTW, totally moved into the new house. The basement rocks, pictures to come soon, along iwth the 2nd installment of the Home Town Musical Saga: Maryville, TN.
-ed
Friday, July 22, 2005
This is the last post ever from 1101 West 7th Street, Apt 13. Columbia, TN, 38401
And good riddence.
Things I Won't Miss:
And good riddence.
Things I Won't Miss:
- That f$%&g stairway
- Explaining that I live on a school campus
- Chloe
- Speed Bumps
- Sharing a bathroom with my parents
- The fact I lived in a former military school barracks.
- The general un-punk attitude of my neighbors. (what does that even mean!?!)
- Being afraid of pissing the neighbors off with my amps
- Glenn and his disel truck EVERY MORNING OUTSIDE OF MY WINDOW
- Every cop in the Columbia dept. who drove W. 7th St. non-stop, thwarting my attempts to go 40mph.
Yeah. Whoo. Moving all day tomorrow. Then perhaps studio time w/ Gary. It's going to be a loooooooooong day. Leave encouraging comments if you must.
-ed
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Limited Time Offer!
Due to the rousing "success" of the Maquoketa theme song, I am offering to write a song about anyone's hometown. Just let me know if you want to take me up on the offer. It will probably be bad, and I will sing out of tune at least twice, but it will be yours and will give me something to do during the evening hours besides watch King of The Hill.
-ed
Due to the rousing "success" of the Maquoketa theme song, I am offering to write a song about anyone's hometown. Just let me know if you want to take me up on the offer. It will probably be bad, and I will sing out of tune at least twice, but it will be yours and will give me something to do during the evening hours besides watch King of The Hill.
-ed
Monday, July 18, 2005
It was a close one...
As I was driving home from work today, I thought of all the redneck things I've done since I've lived in Columbia. You know, things like putting a fish hook in my hat, wearing Wrangler jeans, talking about trucks, working in a factory, and slowly developing a borderline Southern drawl. And then I thought of something that I haven't done yet. Drive around town shirtless, with the window down (this could also be accented by a confederate flag bandana). I fought the urge to do it, but who knows...if the mood strikes me...watch out, ladies.
-ed
Embarrasing song stuck in my head today: Shake That Thing - Sean Paul
As I was driving home from work today, I thought of all the redneck things I've done since I've lived in Columbia. You know, things like putting a fish hook in my hat, wearing Wrangler jeans, talking about trucks, working in a factory, and slowly developing a borderline Southern drawl. And then I thought of something that I haven't done yet. Drive around town shirtless, with the window down (this could also be accented by a confederate flag bandana). I fought the urge to do it, but who knows...if the mood strikes me...watch out, ladies.
-ed
Embarrasing song stuck in my head today: Shake That Thing - Sean Paul
Sunday, July 17, 2005
The Maquoketa Theme Song...
I told Christina I would write a song about the guy taking her picture at wal-mart. She probably thought I was kidding. I don't kid about things like that, folks.
Maquoketa - The Columbia Sponge Factory Experience
Forgive the mp3 quality, I have to save space somehow. And the production value. I did it this afternoon, all in one sitting.
-ed
I told Christina I would write a song about the guy taking her picture at wal-mart. She probably thought I was kidding. I don't kid about things like that, folks.
Maquoketa - The Columbia Sponge Factory Experience
Forgive the mp3 quality, I have to save space somehow. And the production value. I did it this afternoon, all in one sitting.
-ed
Friday, July 15, 2005
Is This Considered Sinning?
Today, in my e-mail junk mail, I got one with the subject line:
And I was shocked, because everyone knows Christians aren't sexy. In fact, some can be downright impotence inducing. If we're talking about the sexiest religion, hands down it's gotta be Hinduism. Lots of skin. Crazy positions. Can we say "Kama Sutra?" Yeah...I'm not falling for that sexy Christian stuff. You gotta do better than that, internet.
-ed
Today, in my e-mail junk mail, I got one with the subject line:
Want To Meet SEXY Christians???
-ed
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Great Day!
You know, as far as "Columbia" days go.
School, work, blah. They came and went. Then I got home and I had an amazing letter from Tara (a real one. I'm becoming a fan of real, handwritten letters), then I went and played soccer with some Mexican immigrants at the Columbia State field. So much fun, it was just like playing back home. No one spoke English and I got to say "chinga tu madre" and they knew what I meant. Beautiful. So besides these huge blisters on my feet which are going to absolutely kill me tomorrow at work, I feel great. Whooo.
-ed
You know, as far as "Columbia" days go.
School, work, blah. They came and went. Then I got home and I had an amazing letter from Tara (a real one. I'm becoming a fan of real, handwritten letters), then I went and played soccer with some Mexican immigrants at the Columbia State field. So much fun, it was just like playing back home. No one spoke English and I got to say "chinga tu madre" and they knew what I meant. Beautiful. So besides these huge blisters on my feet which are going to absolutely kill me tomorrow at work, I feel great. Whooo.
-ed
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
The Return of Randomness...
Things that are prevalent in Southern culture that I just don't understand:
Things that are prevalent in Southern culture that I just don't understand:
- "Git-R-Done" - wtf. Did I miss something?
- Cameros
- NASCAR
- Confederate flags, along with the claim "It's not about racism". Uh...yeah...crap.
- Moustaches
- Staunch Conservatism (with emphasis placed on "God's Will")
- Big Trucks
- White males in FUBU-esque stuff (I feel like such an old man, but it seems so fake)
New Regular Feature! Black Metal Band of the Week! Random!
-ed
Monday, July 11, 2005
New music from the long forgotten Firewheel Project...
Seriously. I wrote a song so that Kyle can pimp it out to TV commercial people. Here it is. Enjoy:
Seriously. I wrote a song so that Kyle can pimp it out to TV commercial people. Here it is. Enjoy:
-ed
Hint: copy link location, paste in browser, hit enter. I don't know why geocities is so lame when it comes to linking mp3's, but the pasting method works.
In a moment of utter Yuppie-tude...
I now own one of those headset things for cell phones. Well, I didn't actually buy it. My mom got a new phone, and that came free. So I took it. I still haven't used it, despite having 2 phone calls that lasted in excess of 30 min and could have benefited from the hands free approach. Someday.
Ok, time for pictures of my dog and her new, LAME haircut.
I now own one of those headset things for cell phones. Well, I didn't actually buy it. My mom got a new phone, and that came free. So I took it. I still haven't used it, despite having 2 phone calls that lasted in excess of 30 min and could have benefited from the hands free approach. Someday.
Ok, time for pictures of my dog and her new, LAME haircut.
Notice the lack of hair and body devoid of any furiness. Poor girl.
-ed
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Friday, July 08, 2005
601 days without an accident= Steak Cookout for all Spontex employees!
Seriously. Sponge making is dangerous as hell. This is quite an accomplishment. I plan on cleaning them out, I'm eating at least 3 steaks and stuffing about 5 in a bag and taking them home and feeding them to Molly.
Stolen from Jersey's MySpace blog:
Is 17 (Eric) the sexiest person alive?: Yes, in that little man sort of way! hahaha! Love you wee.
-ed
Seriously. Sponge making is dangerous as hell. This is quite an accomplishment. I plan on cleaning them out, I'm eating at least 3 steaks and stuffing about 5 in a bag and taking them home and feeding them to Molly.
Stolen from Jersey's MySpace blog:
Is 17 (Eric) the sexiest person alive?: Yes, in that little man sort of way! hahaha! Love you wee.
-ed
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Official Time I Was in Pajama Pants and Swore to Never Leave the House Until Morning:
4:52pm.
I bought a bitchin' couch at Goodwill for my basement. It matches nothing at all, I love it.
4:52pm.
I bought a bitchin' couch at Goodwill for my basement. It matches nothing at all, I love it.
This is the dog that lives next door in my apartment building. It barks all the time. I hate it. I try to get it to jump off the balcony and therefore hanging itself on its own leash. It hasn't done it yet, but there's still time.
Chloe, who bears an uncanny resemblence to:
That dragon thing from The Neverending Story. Can't really tell if from that, though.
Chloe, who bears an uncanny resemblence to:
That dragon thing from The Neverending Story. Can't really tell if from that, though.
Gotta go back to work tomorrow. I'm really hoping I just didn't dream the whole "Monday + Tuesday" off thing. I have this whole scenario worked out in my head where I walk in and Megan goes "Where were you yesterday?" and Kent's all like shaking his head and crap, and I go "My dad had to go the the emergency room and I'm was the only one who could take him," which of course is a total lie, but they wouldn't know that. It really helps that I don't know the phone number at that place. Tomorrow, I think I'll write letters during Accounting 2. I wrote out Taylor's practice song during today's class. It should work...in theory. Thank you, Mrs. Zaccagni.
-ed
-ed
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Independence Day (in which we declared ourself free from the taxes of King George)...
Is tomorrow. And tomorrow, at Wal-Mart, you can get your picture taken with Uncle Sam-Mule. Yet, despite this, the redneck assholes who live here have been setting off fireworks since June 25th. Just couldn't wait, could we, Jed? I hope you blow a hole in your Camero with an extra large bottle rocket.
Is tomorrow. And tomorrow, at Wal-Mart, you can get your picture taken with Uncle Sam-Mule. Yet, despite this, the redneck assholes who live here have been setting off fireworks since June 25th. Just couldn't wait, could we, Jed? I hope you blow a hole in your Camero with an extra large bottle rocket.
-ed
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