note to those concerned: this entry was started some two days ago, and then finally posted during my lunch break at work. so, its not like im sitting around writing these long-ass entries at work. i have real things to do. and thats called looking at porno. now, onto the entry...
i am going to make a statement, and its going to come as no surprise. be that to me, to you, to the CIA as they are searching my blog for any "anti-american" comments [thanks Condeleeza for not only being a skank but a snitch as well], or to anyone else who may come in contact with this thing. the only problem with this statement is that its going to be dated. by that i mean its expressing excitement for an event that is going to come and go, but yet i'll still have this post sitting around. and then later, when looking back on this blog, i am going go say something like "man, that was pretty dated". especially if said event that this soon-to-come statement details sucks. then i'll be like "damn it, all of that build up for nothing". and speaking of all-of-that-build-up-for-nothing situations, after all of this set-up, i realize now that when i finally get to it, everyone who is waiting for it [thanks for reading, mom] is going to be like "geezus, all that bullshit for THIS? shut the hell up, i hate you." and then you'll go back to playing video games or starting a special olympics gang-war or whatever it is you kids do these days. so what, you ask, could be so important that i feel the need to share it with my online journal? hmmm...
i cannot WAIT for the new coldplay album.
yup, thats it. thats all i really wanted to say.
june 7th. so i tivo'd saturday night live last week. first of all, lindsay lohan is hot. granted. and everyone who's like "she's getting so skinny" [which apparently is a lot of people] are just jealous of the fact that she's getting hotter. and maybe when she weighs like, 80 pounds, then she'll be TOTALLY hot. but until then, only "really hot". i think this is why people think that the olsen twins are totally hot. cuz they also weigh around 80 pounds each. maybe 80 pounds TOGETHER. that would be even hotter. ok, so im not saying theyre not attractive [i mean, factor in the fact that theyre both worth upwards of $200 million each, and ANYONE weighing 80 pounds is hot -- 18 years old or not. i mean shit; the fat 6 year old son of bill gates is hot, cuz that kid is gonna be worth BANK], but the olsen twins are WAY too skinny. yeah, i said it. lohan, not too skinny. but getting there. in fact, she's on the edge. but still really hot. back to coldplay.
so, i tivo'd their performance. and must have watched it 30 times by now. sick. but i was pretty skeptical at first. i heard "speed of sound" a few weeks ago and loved it the first time i heard it; when it was called "clocks". in fact, my ever-perceptive and kick-ass bassist introduced me to it in a conversation that resembles this:
nate: "hey dude, have you heard the new coldplay song?"
me: "nope"
nate: "ugh. well, enjoy listening to 'clocks' again"
me: "really?"
nate: "who just farted?"
mike flowers: "it was the dog"
me & nate [in unison, harmonizing in the key of E major]: "we dont have a dog"
flowers: "in fact, this conversation didnt really happen except for the first 3 lines. and i wasnt even there. michael, you should stop typing"
me: "ok"
so, when i first took a listen, i was like "horseshit". or something like that. kinda pissed that "speed of sound" is in the same key as 'clocks', same chord progressions, same background 'pad'; just made me think they were sitting on old success and bullshitting out a new hit. or at least something to add to that "NOW 3806" cd [as seen on tv]. me: very disappointed. so i wrote off the new cd as another one of those awesome bands that are coming out with crappy new cds. its happened a lot to me lately [U2, the new doves is kinda mediocre -- although they were awesome live, i hear the new ben folds album is lame, etc] where bands i love have been giving me the let-down. [side note, bands who have recently delivered: mae and copeland].
quick-splice scene to a cookout at flowers' house [mike flowers, plays guitar in the band, my roommate from college, super-secret lover, etc]. flowers' says something like "this is the best song ive heard from coldplay yet". i respond with a "are you retarded?" comment, but the fact that he likes the song forces me to give it another few listens out of mere respect for his musical taste and sensibilities. damn it, does that song grow on you. so, new and improved opinion: "speed of sound" is pretty awesome. the chorus is so much better than 'clocks', and the song flows exceptionally well. cut to the SNL performance, for their second song they played this slow song [i have no idea of the name], and the first time i heard it i got chills -- seriously one of the best songs i have heard in the past few years. unreal. it was coldplay at their best, and i loved every second of it. i ate that shit up faster than a 14 year old girl on TRL with daddy's credit card waiting in line for 26 days to see n'sync. the line in the chorus is something like "i will fix you". and its so friggin awesome.
what does all this point to? well, i am extremely pumped for their new album and just hope that if the trend follows what ive seen so far, that this album will continue on the path of kick-ass-ness that coldplay seem to be on already. i hope that fame and fortune [and something called a hot/famous wife i.e. andre agassi-style] doesnt destroy coldplay and turn them into everything i, and a lot of others, hate about the music industry. as someone who feels like they are sort-of-kind-of in the industry [anyone know a good drummer?], it has been a long time since i have been this excited about a new album. i am very cynical and elitist when it comes to music, especially new music [and i admit it. sorry.]. please coldplay, i beg you: dont fail me now.
"when you get what you want, but not what you neeeeeed"
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
well i thought about the army...
so, after creating this blog and sort of thinking about who will actually read this, i have come to a few realizations about the reality of this thing. and it goes a little something like this:
1. i know for a fact that i am going to get in trouble for this. because this is a pseudo-diary and those are usually reserved for things that either bother you or are on your mind, thats most likely what im going to be talking about. and some of the people that read this are going to know enough about whats going on in my life that theyre going to know who im talking about. and when they see that im either talking about a) them, b) their friend(s) or c) their baby's momma, theyre going to be pissed when i say that i dont like some decision they made or some action they took. and ya know what? sucks for you. granted this thing will be semi-censored [i believe i had mentioned that before], there are definitely situations that i am going to talk about that the people involved will know who they are. and if you [being the people i fail to name but mention by situation] have a problem with me talking about the situation, you are more than welcome to say something to me. but that doesnt mean i'll change my mind or change my post. its the nature of the beast. granted its not that im using this to "talk shit" about people behind their backs. which is why i wont say names. but if you are perceptive enough to know that when i say "this person i know" actually means "michael", just know that everyone doesnt know what you do and its in no way a direct attack.
which also means that there's a shitload i'd like to talk about, but know it will get me in way too much trouble. and personally, i hate drama and dont really want to deal with that bullshit. you [the general "you"] know if you do things that hurt others or are just not right. if you have a problem getting called out, then dont do those things. my promise is that i will not use names unless absolutely necessary. cuz its not about turning others against said-people, its about my reaction to situations that may or may not come about. and also about what other people think, which is why a lot of questions will be posed. its not about bashing these people, its about how i feel about the things they do and then what others think [others being those who may comment on said postings]. got it? good.
II. i know that most people read these things to either find out about whats going on in someone's life, to maybe escape from work for 5 minutes or so, or just because of some general interest. which means that while im up here on my soapbox from time-to-time talking shit about this or that, i am probably going to come off as arrogant, egotystical, and self-centered. well, maybe not self-centered, but definitely self-richeous. and to be honest, thats not my goal in this thing either. i realize that everything i say is an opinion and people may agree or disagree with that opinion [granted those that disagree are wrong]. im kidding. relax. point is, im not saying that im right. im also not saying im wrong. im not trying to tell anyone who to be, or how to act, or what kind of cheese to put on your avocado sandwich. or if spicy mustard goes well with that combo or not. all im saying is that this is my opinion and try to have people see my side for a minute or two. and "my side" is that britney spears is a skank. so is condelezza rice.
three. i hate the word "blog". that word is about as smooth as "poop". not even. at least "poop" is the same backwards and forwards, which makes it kinda cool [i forget what they call words that do that... palindromes?]. its the kind of word that makes you feel like youre going to vomit when you say it. i dunno, i just think it sucks.
fore. i do not expect anyone to care about anything i say or think. granted, you may. but i am not that into myself that i expect people to read and listen to what i say. its a blog for godsake. goddamnit i hate that word. but yeah, its an online frickin' journal. its not something one lives one's life by. thats called a belief system, and we call that "dance-dance revolution" around these parts. so yeah, the point of this is to say that im not trying to change anyone's life. im just sort of getting things out there for my sake if others want to participate, cool. it not, whatevah. i do what i want. im gonna throw this out there, and if you like it you can keep it. if not, you can just throw it right back at me...
so, i think thats about it for now. if i think of anything else, it'll make for another entry so i can stall and put-off entering something that actually matters. wait, didnt we just establish that none of this matters? thaaaaaaaaaats right.
"in this time of introspection, on the eve of my election..."
1. i know for a fact that i am going to get in trouble for this. because this is a pseudo-diary and those are usually reserved for things that either bother you or are on your mind, thats most likely what im going to be talking about. and some of the people that read this are going to know enough about whats going on in my life that theyre going to know who im talking about. and when they see that im either talking about a) them, b) their friend(s) or c) their baby's momma, theyre going to be pissed when i say that i dont like some decision they made or some action they took. and ya know what? sucks for you. granted this thing will be semi-censored [i believe i had mentioned that before], there are definitely situations that i am going to talk about that the people involved will know who they are. and if you [being the people i fail to name but mention by situation] have a problem with me talking about the situation, you are more than welcome to say something to me. but that doesnt mean i'll change my mind or change my post. its the nature of the beast. granted its not that im using this to "talk shit" about people behind their backs. which is why i wont say names. but if you are perceptive enough to know that when i say "this person i know" actually means "michael", just know that everyone doesnt know what you do and its in no way a direct attack.
which also means that there's a shitload i'd like to talk about, but know it will get me in way too much trouble. and personally, i hate drama and dont really want to deal with that bullshit. you [the general "you"] know if you do things that hurt others or are just not right. if you have a problem getting called out, then dont do those things. my promise is that i will not use names unless absolutely necessary. cuz its not about turning others against said-people, its about my reaction to situations that may or may not come about. and also about what other people think, which is why a lot of questions will be posed. its not about bashing these people, its about how i feel about the things they do and then what others think [others being those who may comment on said postings]. got it? good.
II. i know that most people read these things to either find out about whats going on in someone's life, to maybe escape from work for 5 minutes or so, or just because of some general interest. which means that while im up here on my soapbox from time-to-time talking shit about this or that, i am probably going to come off as arrogant, egotystical, and self-centered. well, maybe not self-centered, but definitely self-richeous. and to be honest, thats not my goal in this thing either. i realize that everything i say is an opinion and people may agree or disagree with that opinion [granted those that disagree are wrong]. im kidding. relax. point is, im not saying that im right. im also not saying im wrong. im not trying to tell anyone who to be, or how to act, or what kind of cheese to put on your avocado sandwich. or if spicy mustard goes well with that combo or not. all im saying is that this is my opinion and try to have people see my side for a minute or two. and "my side" is that britney spears is a skank. so is condelezza rice.
three. i hate the word "blog". that word is about as smooth as "poop". not even. at least "poop" is the same backwards and forwards, which makes it kinda cool [i forget what they call words that do that... palindromes?]. its the kind of word that makes you feel like youre going to vomit when you say it. i dunno, i just think it sucks.
fore. i do not expect anyone to care about anything i say or think. granted, you may. but i am not that into myself that i expect people to read and listen to what i say. its a blog for godsake. goddamnit i hate that word. but yeah, its an online frickin' journal. its not something one lives one's life by. thats called a belief system, and we call that "dance-dance revolution" around these parts. so yeah, the point of this is to say that im not trying to change anyone's life. im just sort of getting things out there for my sake if others want to participate, cool. it not, whatevah. i do what i want. im gonna throw this out there, and if you like it you can keep it. if not, you can just throw it right back at me...
so, i think thats about it for now. if i think of anything else, it'll make for another entry so i can stall and put-off entering something that actually matters. wait, didnt we just establish that none of this matters? thaaaaaaaaaats right.
"in this time of introspection, on the eve of my election..."
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
if you could see it then you'd understand
so first things first; i've decided that every title to these entries that i make [which will probably be like, five, until i realize that i dont have time to do this or forget all about this whole 'blog' thing] will be from songs that are stuck in my head at the moment. and im pretty sure that it will be an easy task because since around 3 1/2 - 4 years old [when i started playing piano] ive always had a song stuck in my head. be it one of mine or someone else's. ive also decided that i am not going to capitalize anything except maybe names of people. and things that have to be. like, if i was thinking of joining a SWAT team. cuz if i said something like "i am thinking of joining a swat team" then people may think it had something to do with killing flies using fly-swatters instead of sweetie machine guns and rocket propelled grenades and shit.
now that that's taken care of, here's whats really on my mind: so after i graduated high school my parents moved to maine [from auburn, alabama -- where i grew up for 18 years minus the 2 years we lived in europe]. point being that all my best friends were/are still in auburn and the surrounding area. i remember being so pissed off at my father because i didnt want to move and not be able to "come home" to my friends over breaks. that also meant i was going to miss the "growing up and out of the high school bullshit" and into the people we were supposed to be. ok, really it had to do with wanting to kick it with them over summer and xmas breaks. whatever. point being, i didnt want to go for fear of missing out. well guess what? i missed out.
first of all, one of my best friends got married during the summer after freshman year. he didnt plan on it, but because of circumstances [i.e. a baby] he did. guess whats got two thumbs and couldnt make it down to the wedding? this guy. so im thinking "well, this was unexpected, early, etc, etc -- i'll make it down for my next buddy's wedding. that wont be for a while". [a little back-story, i had 4 best friends in HS who i hung out with for all four years]. well, another friend of mine [who happens to be Pakistani] informed me about a year or two ago that he was getting married, but not for some time. it was arranged, but his wife-to-be [i have no idea if its considered fiance or what] wanted to go to law school and so they werent "jumping into anything" as they say. one of my other friends is a pimp and isnt getting married anytime in the next decade. and sadly enough, i havent talked to my fourth friend in a long, long time. he moved to atlanta and disappeared.
so guess who gets an IM today with the message "dude, i got married. i was over in Pakistan. there are pictures on the web. check em out". again with the "this guy". and i would show you guys the pictures [by 'you guys' im addressing the ever elusive audience who may but most likely may-not be there], but i closed the message box and cant find them anywhere. crap.
what's the point of this? that i was right. that i have missed out. i know for a fact that if i was still rooted in auburn that i would have known and been invited at least. not that im going to fly over to Pakistan and get shot at by our own american troops [no offense buddy, but my bitch-ass is staying away from the 'liberation efforts' of our country]. i guess im just disappointed that time has made it where you spend four years of almost every class and weekend with the same group of guys, and next thing you know youre finding out they got married over aol instant messenger. nice job aol. way to keep people in touch. not that im saying my father should have passed up the job. hell no. but it just sucks that this is "how far we've fallen" so-to-speak. i would have never guessed that this is how i would find out one of my best friends from high school entered the next stage of his life. thats all. i guess im just shocked, and realize that im getting old and that people are setting up the rest of their lives. and then relaying those messages instantly. over instant messanger. cuz its instant. and a messaging system. got that?
and trust me, i know some friends from college that have or are in the planning process of getting married. and for some of them thats great, and for some of them they should detach themselves from the chain, look around at real life, and steer clear. but thats not my call to make for them, i just hope they make the right decisions for themselves. and i also hope they dont IM me telling me they got married and there are pictures online. i expect invitations. you people know if im talking about you. cuz if we're close enough friends that youre like "dude, i got married" then youre close enough to give me the heads up of "dude, so im getting married soon/in a few months/tomorrow, can you make it?" even my buddy from ENGLAND sent me a wedding invitation and gave me a YEAR'S warning. and guess who's going to fly over to england this august, drink ass-loads of guiness, make out with hot british chicks [i know, i know... but seriously, they do exist and i have seen them] and kick it in a kilt whilst running around the Scottish highlands? this guy. and i only knew Alex [my british buddy] for a few months of being counselors at summer camp together. thats friendship.
friends should invite friends to their weddings. seriously, you have like 10 billion invitations to that shit. if you dont know my address, IM me. i'll give it to you. everyone can use free food. and crappy djs.
on the other hand, guess who didnt have to buy a wedding present? cheap guy.
alright im done. "ah, when you see it then you'll understand"
now that that's taken care of, here's whats really on my mind: so after i graduated high school my parents moved to maine [from auburn, alabama -- where i grew up for 18 years minus the 2 years we lived in europe]. point being that all my best friends were/are still in auburn and the surrounding area. i remember being so pissed off at my father because i didnt want to move and not be able to "come home" to my friends over breaks. that also meant i was going to miss the "growing up and out of the high school bullshit" and into the people we were supposed to be. ok, really it had to do with wanting to kick it with them over summer and xmas breaks. whatever. point being, i didnt want to go for fear of missing out. well guess what? i missed out.
first of all, one of my best friends got married during the summer after freshman year. he didnt plan on it, but because of circumstances [i.e. a baby] he did. guess whats got two thumbs and couldnt make it down to the wedding? this guy. so im thinking "well, this was unexpected, early, etc, etc -- i'll make it down for my next buddy's wedding. that wont be for a while". [a little back-story, i had 4 best friends in HS who i hung out with for all four years]. well, another friend of mine [who happens to be Pakistani] informed me about a year or two ago that he was getting married, but not for some time. it was arranged, but his wife-to-be [i have no idea if its considered fiance or what] wanted to go to law school and so they werent "jumping into anything" as they say. one of my other friends is a pimp and isnt getting married anytime in the next decade. and sadly enough, i havent talked to my fourth friend in a long, long time. he moved to atlanta and disappeared.
so guess who gets an IM today with the message "dude, i got married. i was over in Pakistan. there are pictures on the web. check em out". again with the "this guy". and i would show you guys the pictures [by 'you guys' im addressing the ever elusive audience who may but most likely may-not be there], but i closed the message box and cant find them anywhere. crap.
what's the point of this? that i was right. that i have missed out. i know for a fact that if i was still rooted in auburn that i would have known and been invited at least. not that im going to fly over to Pakistan and get shot at by our own american troops [no offense buddy, but my bitch-ass is staying away from the 'liberation efforts' of our country]. i guess im just disappointed that time has made it where you spend four years of almost every class and weekend with the same group of guys, and next thing you know youre finding out they got married over aol instant messenger. nice job aol. way to keep people in touch. not that im saying my father should have passed up the job. hell no. but it just sucks that this is "how far we've fallen" so-to-speak. i would have never guessed that this is how i would find out one of my best friends from high school entered the next stage of his life. thats all. i guess im just shocked, and realize that im getting old and that people are setting up the rest of their lives. and then relaying those messages instantly. over instant messanger. cuz its instant. and a messaging system. got that?
and trust me, i know some friends from college that have or are in the planning process of getting married. and for some of them thats great, and for some of them they should detach themselves from the chain, look around at real life, and steer clear. but thats not my call to make for them, i just hope they make the right decisions for themselves. and i also hope they dont IM me telling me they got married and there are pictures online. i expect invitations. you people know if im talking about you. cuz if we're close enough friends that youre like "dude, i got married" then youre close enough to give me the heads up of "dude, so im getting married soon/in a few months/tomorrow, can you make it?" even my buddy from ENGLAND sent me a wedding invitation and gave me a YEAR'S warning. and guess who's going to fly over to england this august, drink ass-loads of guiness, make out with hot british chicks [i know, i know... but seriously, they do exist and i have seen them] and kick it in a kilt whilst running around the Scottish highlands? this guy. and i only knew Alex [my british buddy] for a few months of being counselors at summer camp together. thats friendship.
friends should invite friends to their weddings. seriously, you have like 10 billion invitations to that shit. if you dont know my address, IM me. i'll give it to you. everyone can use free food. and crappy djs.
on the other hand, guess who didnt have to buy a wedding present? cheap guy.
alright im done. "ah, when you see it then you'll understand"
Monday, May 23, 2005
obligatory first posting
because i dont think that i have enough things going on in my life, and since i have so much free time, i thought that starting a blog would be a good idea. i guess i have always been intrigued to know what people that i am either friends or acquaintances with think about in their spare time and find it mildly amusing to read about those activities and/or spells of conscious thinking.
not that thats what this is going to be. this is most likely just going to be another time waster. and not that i expect anyone to actually read this. or comment on it. or even care. oh, self-depreciation, you are the greatest. i have also always wanted a diary of sorts to write down ideas i have or speak my mind. and even though this will be censored a little [since it is possible that someone may read it once in a while], i guess this is my lazy way out of having a 'diary'.
speaking of lazy, i am writing this at work. and should probably be getting back to work. is it unethical or should i at least feel guilty about spending time at work [that i am getting paid for] by setting up something that has absolutely nothing to do with work and will more than likely only aid in negative productivity? i think it was the all-wise Farva that when presented with the option of either eating a hamburger with spit on it or not eating at all said "awwww, fuck it".
lets hope these posts get better, eh?
not that thats what this is going to be. this is most likely just going to be another time waster. and not that i expect anyone to actually read this. or comment on it. or even care. oh, self-depreciation, you are the greatest. i have also always wanted a diary of sorts to write down ideas i have or speak my mind. and even though this will be censored a little [since it is possible that someone may read it once in a while], i guess this is my lazy way out of having a 'diary'.
speaking of lazy, i am writing this at work. and should probably be getting back to work. is it unethical or should i at least feel guilty about spending time at work [that i am getting paid for] by setting up something that has absolutely nothing to do with work and will more than likely only aid in negative productivity? i think it was the all-wise Farva that when presented with the option of either eating a hamburger with spit on it or not eating at all said "awwww, fuck it".
lets hope these posts get better, eh?
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