And it is smiling. Right now. (listening to: a thunderstorm)
So, I wake up this morning to the sound of thunder rolling and my window vibrating with the sound, and I jump up and run to my living room like a kid on Christmas morning. (Or saturday morning, if you don't happen to celebrate christmas) There is the most spectacular thunderstorm going on here right now, and out my northward-facing window, I have a clear view of everything. The rain is falling in sheets on my deck, the lightning lights up the morning sky, and the thunder crackles and growls as I sit in the comfort of my room, watching it all, knowing that God is happy with me, and sends me his greetings.
So, I put on some coffee to complete the moment, and the rain slows to a mild trickle, and the time between lightning and thunder grows more spacious. And I feel a little sad; I feel like someone I've known for a long time, and just getting to know again is leaving. But I take heart knowing that I'm here. With my laptop, my coffee, and my memory of the storm, I take heart knowing that another will come. And I'll be ready for it.
I raise my cup to the window and say, "Thanks for stopping by. See you again soon."
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
And... Scene.
Sooo.. That happened. (listening to: "Still Rainin'" by Jonny Lang)
News from the acting world.....
DATELINE: TWO DAYS AGO
I finished my class at ComedySportz on Monday. The class ended with a performance for our friends and family. Both my parents showed, as well as my closest friends (who still live around here). Thank to all. The show went pretty well, for the most part. There were a few hiccups.. mostly having to do with a picnic at the dry-cleaners and what kept wanting to be an episode of "Leave it to Beaver." But, as it turns out, the talk after the show was positive regarding my chances of becoming a member of the CSz team... so... Yay!!
IN OTHER NEWS:
The Sony PSP releases tonight at midnight, and guess who has to work? :) I'm actually not too upset aobut it, since my PSP and a few games are already paid in full. I'll have my personal reviews about it after I get my hands on it long enough to play both online and on my solo. Personally, I can't wait. I really do think that this is going to change the shape of gaming as we know it. Much like the first GameBoy brought gaming on the go.. this thing is going to bring Media on the go. People watching movies while riding the bus is going to become common. People starting up a quick game of Ridge Racer or Wipeout Pure while standing in line for double double mocha half-caf WILL happen. Mark my words.
Cool lines from the show:
"That's right, I said FINGER-TAILS!"
"After 50 years of that swear jar, I can finally afford my Slip 'n' Slide."
"Come on, Grandma! It's time to wrestle!"
"Wow, Napoleon Bonaparte.. You're the same height as Harry Potter over here."
and...
(scene involving a jail-cell love sequence begins...)
"FREEZE! (tags out actors.. small pause) I just wanted that to end."
News from the acting world.....
DATELINE: TWO DAYS AGO
I finished my class at ComedySportz on Monday. The class ended with a performance for our friends and family. Both my parents showed, as well as my closest friends (who still live around here). Thank to all. The show went pretty well, for the most part. There were a few hiccups.. mostly having to do with a picnic at the dry-cleaners and what kept wanting to be an episode of "Leave it to Beaver." But, as it turns out, the talk after the show was positive regarding my chances of becoming a member of the CSz team... so... Yay!!
IN OTHER NEWS:
The Sony PSP releases tonight at midnight, and guess who has to work? :) I'm actually not too upset aobut it, since my PSP and a few games are already paid in full. I'll have my personal reviews about it after I get my hands on it long enough to play both online and on my solo. Personally, I can't wait. I really do think that this is going to change the shape of gaming as we know it. Much like the first GameBoy brought gaming on the go.. this thing is going to bring Media on the go. People watching movies while riding the bus is going to become common. People starting up a quick game of Ridge Racer or Wipeout Pure while standing in line for double double mocha half-caf WILL happen. Mark my words.
Cool lines from the show:
"That's right, I said FINGER-TAILS!"
"After 50 years of that swear jar, I can finally afford my Slip 'n' Slide."
"Come on, Grandma! It's time to wrestle!"
"Wow, Napoleon Bonaparte.. You're the same height as Harry Potter over here."
and...
(scene involving a jail-cell love sequence begins...)
"FREEZE! (tags out actors.. small pause) I just wanted that to end."
Thursday, March 17, 2005
What's that, Mr. Trump? I'm... HIRED?!?!?
That's right, kids. (listening to the In Good Company Soundtrack)
Today marks T-14 days until I am no longer employed at the retail store that has owned my soul for the last 9 months. I now (as of April 1) work for a company in St. Louis Park, MN as a tech support specialist. I can't go too much into what I do, mostly because I'm kinda fuzzy on it myself, but the best part is that I no longer will work weekends. Nor will I work nights. And they're paying just about TWICE as much as I make now. So.. soon I will make the much-needed addition of a bubble hockey machine to my condo. :)
I'm so happy, I can't even tell you. Thank to everyone who believed that I would get the job. You were all right.
PS- I'm rich.
Today marks T-14 days until I am no longer employed at the retail store that has owned my soul for the last 9 months. I now (as of April 1) work for a company in St. Louis Park, MN as a tech support specialist. I can't go too much into what I do, mostly because I'm kinda fuzzy on it myself, but the best part is that I no longer will work weekends. Nor will I work nights. And they're paying just about TWICE as much as I make now. So.. soon I will make the much-needed addition of a bubble hockey machine to my condo. :)
I'm so happy, I can't even tell you. Thank to everyone who believed that I would get the job. You were all right.
PS- I'm rich.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Pancakes? Why, Thank You!
Here's to non-sensical comments on a friend's blog! Hear, Hear. (listening to: "Magic Bus," The Who)
What the hell is the "Magic Bus"? I've got some words for you so-called "musical poets." (Dylan, I'm looking at you, too) Listen up, 'cause I'm only going to say this once. Five people in the world besides you and your record producer know what the F&%# you're talking about. "Ride the magic bus"? I read those books in Elementary school. That's the series where the creepy looking teacher in the starry dress leads her stereotyped kids into this freaky-looking bus that is apparently how NASA is making money nowadays. They get shrunk down to microscopic size and end up getting in through the nasal passages of the kid who couldn't go on the field trip, 'cause he's sick with the cold, or herpes, or something.
Why do we need a song about this, Mr. The Who? I already heard about your Generation, the Pinball Wizard, and some dude named "Baba O'Reilly." (who is not, as it turns out, the guy from the O'Reilly factor. Much to my chagrin) And that's not all.. Yeah, Dylan.. you knew I'd get to you eventually.
Who is this Tambourine Man? Does he have any relation to the hobo Mr. Bojangles? All of this overuse of metonymy lets kids listen to your songs, boys. Imagine my suprise when I have to have Michelle Pfeiffer and a bunch of overpriviledged young actors masquerading as hoodlums (if you don't know what movie this is by now, what the hell are you doing on my blog? :^) ) explain it to me. Do you know how insulting this is? I had to pretend that I knew the song was about drugs the whole time!
Oh, and as for you, Peter, Paul and Mary... How dare you. How... DARE you. They even made a cartoon about him! I'll bet you all feel guilty. That's right, put the hookah down and realize that they made Puff the Magic Dragon LUNCHBOXES. Elementary school kids take your thinly veiled Mary Jane reference to school with them everyday. (Imagine what those flower-child teachers in their beads and moo-moos think when they see Johnny LittleKid open that baby up everyday. I'll bet they giggle just a little inside)
In closing, I want you singer/songwriters to leave the allegory to Melville and Conrad. Write what you mean, and for the love of GOD... keep the drug references to a minimum, m'kay? Don't think I don't know what "Harder to Breathe" means Mr. Maroon Five.
What the hell is the "Magic Bus"? I've got some words for you so-called "musical poets." (Dylan, I'm looking at you, too) Listen up, 'cause I'm only going to say this once. Five people in the world besides you and your record producer know what the F&%# you're talking about. "Ride the magic bus"? I read those books in Elementary school. That's the series where the creepy looking teacher in the starry dress leads her stereotyped kids into this freaky-looking bus that is apparently how NASA is making money nowadays. They get shrunk down to microscopic size and end up getting in through the nasal passages of the kid who couldn't go on the field trip, 'cause he's sick with the cold, or herpes, or something.
Why do we need a song about this, Mr. The Who? I already heard about your Generation, the Pinball Wizard, and some dude named "Baba O'Reilly." (who is not, as it turns out, the guy from the O'Reilly factor. Much to my chagrin) And that's not all.. Yeah, Dylan.. you knew I'd get to you eventually.
Who is this Tambourine Man? Does he have any relation to the hobo Mr. Bojangles? All of this overuse of metonymy lets kids listen to your songs, boys. Imagine my suprise when I have to have Michelle Pfeiffer and a bunch of overpriviledged young actors masquerading as hoodlums (if you don't know what movie this is by now, what the hell are you doing on my blog? :^) ) explain it to me. Do you know how insulting this is? I had to pretend that I knew the song was about drugs the whole time!
Oh, and as for you, Peter, Paul and Mary... How dare you. How... DARE you. They even made a cartoon about him! I'll bet you all feel guilty. That's right, put the hookah down and realize that they made Puff the Magic Dragon LUNCHBOXES. Elementary school kids take your thinly veiled Mary Jane reference to school with them everyday. (Imagine what those flower-child teachers in their beads and moo-moos think when they see Johnny LittleKid open that baby up everyday. I'll bet they giggle just a little inside)
In closing, I want you singer/songwriters to leave the allegory to Melville and Conrad. Write what you mean, and for the love of GOD... keep the drug references to a minimum, m'kay? Don't think I don't know what "Harder to Breathe" means Mr. Maroon Five.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
And Triteness Kicks Us in the Nads
Bear with me as we get through this one, I've got thoughts all over the map today. (listening to "Poor Places" by Wilco)
trite adj.:
1. Lacking power to evoke interest through overuse or repetition; hackneyed.
The title quote for this blog comes from last night's episode of one of two of my new favorite TV shows- House, MD. (the other being the aforementioned Buffy) JWalker commented to me that the titular character has some really good lines, and knowing how much I like medical drama, he suggested I take a look. So, I watch some last night. Boy... would I love to have a team of writers follow me around. Here's my latest theory on the raising of the bar of humor and relationships: Televsion is killing the average funny person.
Shows like Friends, Scrubs, House MD and the ilk with their teams of writers and well-written pithy comebacks and pre-arranged situations (who puts an MP3 player in their rectum?) are destroying any chance the average Madjai has of being considered funny! I can't come up with a witty one-liner with literary allusion and reference to something three scenes ago in the comic timing it takes Matthew Perry to deliver the same. I can't personify a pill that I found under my desk with the same dry, sing-song nature as the vicodin-addicted House. But the people who watch these shows and then interact with me during my daily life are so used to the lightning quick erudite humor that my slapdash best effort of "I only do things that end in 'og' today" (because I was writing in my blog and making a hot dog) just merits a stunned silence from the person on the other end of the phone. In order to be considered funny, I've decided that if Tina Fey is reading this, I will pay you $100 a joke to come and write for me. We'll figure out some sort of radio-wave earwig thing. It'll be cool. Trust me.
In other news...
The job interview went well. Thanks to all for their wishes of good luck. Hopefully I'll know by next Wednesday if I'm the newest member of the Epicor team. If I'm hired, I'm taking people out to Old Chicago for beers and pizza. The sign-up list can be found here. A nice, steady M-F job working 8-5 or 9-6 with no weekends at twice as much as I'm making now would go a long way towards settling my financial difficulties of late. So, keep me in your prayers, all.
And, finally....
I'm becoming bored with Video Games. Yes, I said it. But I don't think that it means what you think it means. See, the deal is this: I have so many games that are so GOOD, and that I have started, but left unfinished, that the whole process of choosing one at the expense of the others becomes daunting. Should I play RE4? but then... Suikoden IV gets left behind, as does Xenosaga II. And I really want to play FFVII again, and begin Star Ocean: The second story. But, there isn't enough time in the day, and so I just languish in my nothingness and watch ESPN and G4 TV.
...
I just re-read that paragraph and realized that I may in fact be the world's biggest dork. Sigh. Ah well.. embrace what you are and let no man put that asunder. (cwika- did that makes sense? I mean.. not in a normal flow sort of way, but in a poetic, Ooh-I'm-going-to-send-that-to-Bartlett's sort of way)
In any event, those are the tales of today. Tomorrow who knows? Maybe the breakfast cereal variety pack?
trite adj.:
1. Lacking power to evoke interest through overuse or repetition; hackneyed.
The title quote for this blog comes from last night's episode of one of two of my new favorite TV shows- House, MD. (the other being the aforementioned Buffy) JWalker commented to me that the titular character has some really good lines, and knowing how much I like medical drama, he suggested I take a look. So, I watch some last night. Boy... would I love to have a team of writers follow me around. Here's my latest theory on the raising of the bar of humor and relationships: Televsion is killing the average funny person.
Shows like Friends, Scrubs, House MD and the ilk with their teams of writers and well-written pithy comebacks and pre-arranged situations (who puts an MP3 player in their rectum?) are destroying any chance the average Madjai has of being considered funny! I can't come up with a witty one-liner with literary allusion and reference to something three scenes ago in the comic timing it takes Matthew Perry to deliver the same. I can't personify a pill that I found under my desk with the same dry, sing-song nature as the vicodin-addicted House. But the people who watch these shows and then interact with me during my daily life are so used to the lightning quick erudite humor that my slapdash best effort of "I only do things that end in 'og' today" (because I was writing in my blog and making a hot dog) just merits a stunned silence from the person on the other end of the phone. In order to be considered funny, I've decided that if Tina Fey is reading this, I will pay you $100 a joke to come and write for me. We'll figure out some sort of radio-wave earwig thing. It'll be cool. Trust me.
In other news...
The job interview went well. Thanks to all for their wishes of good luck. Hopefully I'll know by next Wednesday if I'm the newest member of the Epicor team. If I'm hired, I'm taking people out to Old Chicago for beers and pizza. The sign-up list can be found here. A nice, steady M-F job working 8-5 or 9-6 with no weekends at twice as much as I'm making now would go a long way towards settling my financial difficulties of late. So, keep me in your prayers, all.
And, finally....
I'm becoming bored with Video Games. Yes, I said it. But I don't think that it means what you think it means. See, the deal is this: I have so many games that are so GOOD, and that I have started, but left unfinished, that the whole process of choosing one at the expense of the others becomes daunting. Should I play RE4? but then... Suikoden IV gets left behind, as does Xenosaga II. And I really want to play FFVII again, and begin Star Ocean: The second story. But, there isn't enough time in the day, and so I just languish in my nothingness and watch ESPN and G4 TV.
...
I just re-read that paragraph and realized that I may in fact be the world's biggest dork. Sigh. Ah well.. embrace what you are and let no man put that asunder. (cwika- did that makes sense? I mean.. not in a normal flow sort of way, but in a poetic, Ooh-I'm-going-to-send-that-to-Bartlett's sort of way)
In any event, those are the tales of today. Tomorrow who knows? Maybe the breakfast cereal variety pack?
Sunday, March 06, 2005
And all has become one
Ahhh... a home is where you hang your... everything. (listening to: The Simpsons Theme)
My condo is now all put together. It looks gorgeous, and I'm so happy to have everything together. My two best friends haven't seen it yet. I'm excusing one of them, since he lives forever away. So.. Yes.. still have things to do.
But, this is just a quick note to tell everyone thank you for all the well-wishing. I'm home now, and it feels good. More non-condo related posts to come. I promise.
My condo is now all put together. It looks gorgeous, and I'm so happy to have everything together. My two best friends haven't seen it yet. I'm excusing one of them, since he lives forever away. So.. Yes.. still have things to do.
But, this is just a quick note to tell everyone thank you for all the well-wishing. I'm home now, and it feels good. More non-condo related posts to come. I promise.
Friday, March 04, 2005
... and the Slayer shall die.
I know, I know.. I already posted today. (listening to: End Credits Theme- Buffy Season One)
I just finished the finale for Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season One. I would like to formally rescind my earlier comments of "dork" and "loser" aimed at my friend "SGA" for watching Buffy as religiously as he does. It really is a quality program. I was hooked after the Hyena episode, but after the finale.. I may be a "fan." Good times. Bring on Season 2!!
I just finished the finale for Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season One. I would like to formally rescind my earlier comments of "dork" and "loser" aimed at my friend "SGA" for watching Buffy as religiously as he does. It really is a quality program. I was hooked after the Hyena episode, but after the finale.. I may be a "fan." Good times. Bring on Season 2!!
The smaller things in life
What's better than Sportscenter and a peanut butter sandwich? (Listening to: "The Complex," Blue Man Group)
Watching sportscenter in the living room of your new apartment in which there is no furniture. Eating a peanut butter sandwich because there's no other food in the fridge. Literally folks, I'm sitting here leaning up against a wall in my new place with the TV on to ESPN, all of my gaming devices hooked up, my laptop on my lap (as its name implies) and the remains of a peanut butter sandwich with wonder bread on my shirt. I thought I would take this moment to say that it is, truly, the small things in life that make you happy.
Yes, I may not have anything to sit on besides the carpet. True, if I'm still hungry the only thing I have is more peanut butter.. but you know what? I'm in MY apartment. And I just might go out on my deck and enjoy this gorgeous weather we're having. And you know what? After Sportscenter is over.. I may just watch the season 1 finale of Buffy on DVD. And then take a shower. Yeah. That's right. I said it.
Watching sportscenter in the living room of your new apartment in which there is no furniture. Eating a peanut butter sandwich because there's no other food in the fridge. Literally folks, I'm sitting here leaning up against a wall in my new place with the TV on to ESPN, all of my gaming devices hooked up, my laptop on my lap (as its name implies) and the remains of a peanut butter sandwich with wonder bread on my shirt. I thought I would take this moment to say that it is, truly, the small things in life that make you happy.
Yes, I may not have anything to sit on besides the carpet. True, if I'm still hungry the only thing I have is more peanut butter.. but you know what? I'm in MY apartment. And I just might go out on my deck and enjoy this gorgeous weather we're having. And you know what? After Sportscenter is over.. I may just watch the season 1 finale of Buffy on DVD. And then take a shower. Yeah. That's right. I said it.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Address Addendum
I have my new address available. Send me an e-mail, and I'll send it to you. Thanks for the well-wishes, all!
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