Tina Turner - River Deep Mountain High

My new favorite video of the week, possibly of the year.

THIS GUY IS SO SCREWED.

Alright boys and girls, its been another...another long while since i've updated. But hey, if for those of you who dont' pay much attention, i've atleast remodeled my page, looks great doesn't it? Anyways, tommorow is Thanksgiving, which holds a special place in my rather cold, black heart. I mean c'mon, its the beginning of the holiday season (technically that's halloween but whatev) we got our turkey time, Christmas, New Years Celebrations and most importantly, my birthday (january 11, start thinking of gifts, i want good ones) all within the span of two months! I always make a big deal out of this time of year, its the only time that I consider myself to be in a mode of just great spirits. So as for tommorow, i'm going to slide out of bed, slide into some elastic pants and get prepared for mounds...and mounds...and mounds of great food....oh and that damn Macy's parade...yeah i watch it, say somethin.

Ok, so i'm almost at the end of my 3rd semester at Eku. Now, since the age of 10 i've spent each year thereafter obsessing over different things that i'd love to do with my life. Hmm.. I've wanted to be everything from a psychologist to surfing the net checking out the best pro-wrestling training schools in america. It's always been a tough decision between examining crazy people in front of me running around a ring wearing ultimate warrior makeup going for gorrilla press slams. At this stage in my life, i'm still questioning what elxactly I want to do with myself. These days I seem to be teetering on teaching creepy little teenage bastards about Art, or trying my hand at film school, of course there are other majors on my mind, but those seem to be the main two. I have one semester left and i'm just as clueless about what to do now as I was when I wanted to put my friends in million dollar dreams. What am I to do? Oh and just for fun I put pictures up pertaining to different occupations that i've wanted for myself at some point or another...

Lets see, I wanted to be a special Fx artist, A teacher, A comic book illustrator (well, and Batman at the same time)

and...Directing (acting too), Wrestling, and a painter...and who is more iconic in our age than mr. BOB (Badass) Ross.

Daddy's Home,..Daddy's Home....To Stay (my father used to sing that song alot)

Ok, i've been away for quite some time (as many have already noted on). I can't say that i've been too busy to update, I think i'll just admit it, i..may be the laziest man alive. Either way, if i know who my audience is (which i do) then you'll all be able to relate, most of us are all on the same track of procrastination so just bear with me until i get back into the motions of this thing. With that said, I've came across an amazing little piece of hopefull news that should excite you all. Oh and if you aren't in the "party" that will be of complete enjoyment over this, then you may have googled yourself into the wrong blog my friend.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15026621/

ENJOY!!

So another semester began.....

I've been back at Eastern for a week now, my second semester of skirt chasin, video game tourneys, loud self-aborbed proffesors, ever-changing majors,..and procrastination. I must say, although i've been here on my second year now, I sadly, am not yet a sophmore, yet i'm also not a bright-eyed, bushy tailed kid who just threw their cap in the air at graduation in exchange for matching bed spreads with my roomate, but i too still have the title of freshman on my transcript.


This year, everything changes (or atleast thats what I told my parents when they showed me their dry wallets and spoke of things being all "in vain") I've set myself up for a more serious, more mature way to handle this college thing. I plan on trying this new novel idea of hard work, now now i know that might seem crazy, but it has the possibility of working! You see, I got it in my head a couple years ago (during this stage where my head began to grow...and grow) that I could pass classes, or do anything for that matter, without much work. I fell into the same hole that most people these days, procrastination. My biggest flaw possibly, last year I pushed every assingment, project, peice of research, until the last possible moment. Now, had I actually completed these things in the chaotic last second, that would have been somewhat of ok, yet when i'd get to this moment, I would half ass it just enough to where i could realistically cross my fingers for a C. This year...I'm playin it straight as possible, shit i'm paying out the ass for this "education" why not put for some sort of real effort! Now there are two classes this year that some would consider terribly easy (and they are) but there the only two that i'd like to comment on....

Even Zorro! had to start out somewheres...

FENCING I

So yeah, I cashed in 200 some odd dolars in exchange for a pointy stick and a white padded suit (ladies love it), Now, you could assume that I have aspirations of being in the next Pirates of the Carrribean flick (too late, its already being filmed), or you could just see this as I did, an awesome opportunity to learn better technique, look like a baddass, and add "swashbuckler" to my list of talents...expect to see lotsa pictures in my gear in the coming weeks..

and another favorite class pickup for fall '06...
CINEMA HISTORY I

The two pictures you see above are from two of the ealiest (and most well known) films in "moving picture show" history. The first is from The Great Train Robbery, the second being from A Trip to the Moon. Both of which are MUSTS for any film buff, outstanding feature length films at a time where most filmakers where creating films of no more than a minute or two. I suggest that anyone and everyone seek both of these little creative gems out. I'm really psyched about the rest of the films we plan to see and analyze (and give extensive breakdowns on) in the coming weeks, so expect many rather boring reviews on many of them. As for this week, our next flick will be a little favorite for Brinton's...(haha) I think you'll all recall a little D.W. Griffith film titled Birth of a Nation (which my professor summed up as a purely Civil War flick), keep posted for my breakdown of FINALLY getting to see that...oh...i can...wait...

WANNA KNOW WHERE I BEEN THE PAST TWO WEEKS? YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE

Davenport, a trip that was supposed to be my short moment of relaxation after the Lollapalooza exhaustion. I got here last Monday evening, and I was SUPPOSED to be back possibly around Satuday (of last week mind you). Between Mon and Sat there was that wonderful Pluckers Challenge (which you can read about below), the trip to the Gym to hoop it up and of course, what is a vacation with hitting the water? You see, my sister resides in Davenport, which is on the very edge of Iowa, about 10 minutes from Illinios in fact. They (my sister and her friend) had plans to make this little 5 day trip a mini-adventure I guess, when in reality, you can't get much done in half a week now can you?

Lets see, the most notable little tidbit i guess would be the trip to the the pool (dont' ask why, just know that i'm not the greatest of little swimmers) so they (jackass sister and friend) take it upon themselves to show me the way, to guide me to become the next Johnny Weismuller (i've always wanted to make a reference to him....). In short, I suck, i'm assuming that i just don't have what it takes to be a swimmer (keep in mind I was being outdone by 7 and 8 year olds near me). So instead, I settled for posing in the water for my sister's snap happy friend....

Right Said Fred has NOTHIN' on this.....hehe

I have to be careful here, people who take pictures like this, are the exact people who i love to insult for being too self-absorbed, but i just, well i'm just....too sexy ok! i'm too sexy for this blog in fact! Ok....now that i got that out of me...

Overall swimming with great, it was warm outside, very attractive lifeguards (or alteast they are when the water in your eyes make you squint, honestly..they could have been men lifeguards...who knows). And besides the playful toddlers who could jump off higher diving boards than me, I had a great time.

Ok, so then Saturday slides along...I had every intention of sliding home safely, getting to my room and begin preparing to pack my stuff up (I have to move back to Eku by sunday the 20th) And the not so unthinkable happens, we get sidetracked, My sister Rena (who has divertoticulosis already) discovers (not by herself, thank the doctors for that) that she has a hole in her intestines, long story short...i'm still here...and she has surgery tommorow morning. Not to buzzkill my entry or anything, but just keep the ol' girl in your prayers people. Anywho, all in all the moral of the story is, (and its cliche as hell but still) EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED. For the past month, every plan that i've had, or made has not only fell through, but in its place a not so enjoyable situation has replaced it.

So with the hectic nature of my trip, it will continue in that fashion, I wont' get back to KY until sunday morning, and I have to be in my dorm (that means pack all my shit and say my goodbyes) by 5pm the same day, ridiculous.

Oh and because I love all you jackasses...Here's a couple pics from my trip...

oh i neglected to mention that on my vacation, i had to babysit..3 kids

I don't know what she's doing,....at all

having as much fun as you possibly could in a hospital room

and finally........................

DONT' ASK.

OK SO I'M A LITTLE LATE ON MY LOLLA' REPORT...

I've been a little busy for the past week and a half, in fact its been terribly hectic (i'll get into later) but anyways, if you read Cory's blog entry on the trip, then you know the trip was incredible all around, now, if you didnt' read Cory's blog entry on the trip then you not only know nothing about the trip, but your level of jackassery is immeasureable.

Basically, I loved every moment of the trip, and I don't want to tell stories that have already Been told much better than I could, but i'm just going to say, I GOT TO SEE KANYE WEST BITCHES!!!! Not only (not to brag....ok maybe just a little) did I see Kanye up close but I found my way in front of a MTVNEWS cameraman, the asked if i wanted to get interviewed, and of course I said "yes" followed by my yelling to the crowd asking for the hottest girls to crowd around (yeah i know they weren't coming over there to me cause I was hot stuff, they just wanted to get seen on tv), in short, We got interviewed on our excitement about seeing Kanye (so much so that I stumbled over alot of my words).

Oh boys and girls, shit hit the fan about 5 minutes later...I hear the mystic beginning sounds of "Diamonds of Sierra Leone" and I, along with the 100,000+ crowd start jumping like fools out there, It seemed that in my 5 ours of standing there waiting on Mr. West (along with getting the see the awesome Alt Soul sounds of Gnarls Barkley and the hypnotic Beats from Common) I had been separated from my little cronies that went on this trip with me. Oh and i must mention this one utterly gorgeous blonde from Canada that was dancing next to me, This lady was absolutely breathtaking, and so i made every attempt at every quasi-cheap line I could spit out. There's one thing you have to realize at a concert, you'll aways get upstaged by the guy ONstage, and so, she barely heard a word I said, damn you Kanye.....

OH and btw, I have to say, Gnarls Barkley never ceases to amaze the HELL out of me with there themed outfits that they put together for not only promotional photos but their shows as well...I've seen Ceelo and Danger-Mouse in Star Wars Attire, Freddy and Jason costumes, and Napoleon Dynamite just to name a few, and they didn't dissapoint with all tennis gear at Lolla' '06 with Ceelo launching tennis balls out to the crowd with a great backswing from the racket!! yikes

I Proudly Present to you: Pluckers Wing and Bar
and in the Right Corner, sporting that ever fearless smile....

So It was this afternoon, the setting, Pluckers Bar and Grill in Davenport, Iowa. First let me give a little backstory, for the last two years i've been questioned and threatened on the topic of whether or not I had the guts (as well as the gonads) to consume SUPPOSEDLY the hottest, firiest, eye sweatingest chicken wings in the U.S. You see, my sister lives here, and in all her jackassery, she challenged me, now if you weren't aware...Dayzilla doesn't back down from a challenge, so of course I agreed to give these old dead birds a taste as soon as I made my way up to Dport....and well, after two years of spewing shit from my mouth about how I can eat anything hot, it was time to back it up.....

And so, it went as such, we made our way to the resturant all the while (with me sitting in the back) giggles where heard coming from the front. These sinister sounds where the idiotic joshs from My sister and her friend. The wonderful actor in me came alive as I slowly let a fake amount of fear shine through my eyes, just enough to give off some sort of hope of victory for her and her cronies as well as those jackasses who thought they would conquer me at Plucks. We get there and proceed to take our seats, when the rather cute little waitress (damn I should have gotten her name) came over to our table and asked what we would like my sister disctinctively replies with....

" Oh we dont' want anything, but He believes he can handle the wings you have here, you know...the fiery ones, oh and please dunk them in as much sauce as you can, it'll really make the tears flow...and they will flow, but yes..thats all we need..thank you"

I purposely gulp at this point, looking into her eyes, making her believe that i feel that i've made a huge mistake, yet in reality ol' Day knew the cat was in the peverbial bag. Between the time of the order and the actual moment where i get the wings, the waitress..again in all her hotness, comes to me with yet another challenge for me. She asks me if i'd be interested in trying to eat one order in a whopping four minutes. Well SHIT i think, one order is only 6 miniature, almost insignificant wings, of course i can down them in a mighty four minutes. I thought, why babies are born in less than four minutes and yet they dare question whether i can down six little chicks? And so, I agree with a very adamant "HELL YEEEAH" and the deal (or my fate) was set.

And so,..it began,...the clock began its slow descent to the eventual zero, and I dug in, well sorta...actually it was me feeling like I was scarfing, but in reality I was casually chewing this crap like I had all the time in the world...and then the unthinkable happened...these suckers started to get hot...and I mean HOT, so even though I had already planned to play it off like this was unbearable...it quickly became a much easier act to show!

Now, I know that I can act on the levels of Poitier, DeNiro, and Bogart....but thats even good for me....basically because that my friends, was no acting. My mouth was on fire! And with A little over a minute thirty left, i still had 2 sucks to swallow! So with my sister giggling her dumbass off and thinking i've been defeating, I reached down deep (somewhere around the ball area) and pushed my mind, and my mouth to become a weedeater and tear the last two to shreds... and with nothing but 15 seconds left before I would have lost, I hear the sweet little waitress say...

"You got it, ...you've ate them all, in 3:44 seconds, good job"

I looked down at the destroyed bones and then stared at my shocked sister with a rather greasy smile, looking and feeling very triumphant, and just to ensure that my victory will stay in the minds of myself, my sister and the Pluck people, they proceeded to stick my picture up on their wall of not so many badasses.

Oh, and the waitress asked me what I wanted written on my picture...after some thought...it was decided, a few words for all them doubters and jacks of asses out there with just a simple

"AIN'T NO THANG"

OH SHITS FOR CHICAGO!!!!
Just left Chicago yesterday, and made another two hour trip farther away from Kan-tuck to Iowa for the next week. Now let me just say, I don't think I have EVER had any more motivation or stories to share about this trip, so in the coming days...or hours whichever, I think i'll just sit around and post my ass off on the rather alluring tales of the good, the great, and the shit that was Lollapallooza 2006....and the surrounding nights that held it. In other words...keep in touch bitches..

You know whats dissapointing? When you come to the realization that your life may be so uneventful that you have nothing to blog about. Hmm... I'll see what i can come up with within the next 24hours.

I DONT' EVEN HAVE A TITLE FOR THIS ONE, OR A PICTURE; SO... JUST READ THE DAMN THING.

Its been weeks, ok possibly longer than that since my last post, but after a quite eventful Friday afternoon I feel compelled to go on a rant, so for whoever is out there picking up what i'm laying down, be prepared for a bitchfest...

Ok so during the summer i work as a "maintenence man" at a local school, (which i must say reeks of all kinds of sucktitude) and for most of the day i work with one other person, this year it is an older worker (30 i think) a wife and mother. Now i'm not going to give a huge bio on this lady but i will say she's a die hard christian woman, very polite as well as very hardworking. So far (after four days) things had went well, we got along, usually carrying on small talk during the long afternoons of painting the dull yellow walls of the classrooms into fresher blue-greys.

Cut to, Friday, more painting, more talking when out of no where, for whatever reason (that is still unknown), this woman decides to ask the following question:
"So, do you date white girls?"
I'm at first puzzled with the question that had no such road leading up to it, and then after a couple seconds followed by a few more seconds of unexpected stutters i said to her,
"Well, i have been interested in many white girls, a lot of that is just the randomness of who i'm interested in at at time as well as the fact that i live here,...there isnt many other races, but at the same time, i'm not biased on who i date or like by race, race means nothing to me, i could at one time like a black girl, a white girl, and indian or latino or whatever, it just doesn't matter."

After this i began to paint again, until she decided to give me her take on this matter, she told me that my view was ok and all, but to her, she could not, no, would not alot our daughters to ever date black guys or any race outside of white, it just seems wrong to her. I was instantly shocked, perhaps i shouldnt' have been surprised, most parents feel this way here, but shocked that she would even bring it up in the first place. Had she stopped here, i would still be pretty angry at this old fashioned, insanely ignorant woman, but then, i'm assuming she saw that i wasn't talking, so she tried to go on, and justify what she believes....big mistake.

So she goes on and on about how she's not a racist, but she thinks its wrong, and in between her bullshit she would refer to my race as "you people" or "colored people", my first thought was to look at my calender and remind this mindless thing that it was no longer 1962 and that the term "colored people" was a BLATANT slap in my face. And then i realized, she's a poster child for ignorance, she had no idea she was insulting me, and futhermore i had to think about the possible hardships that would occur for the rest of the summer had i slammed my "colored" foot in her pasty ass. So i kept silent, i kept silent through the comments about her husband being a racist, through choice comments about the fact that in her opinion there ARE differences between our races such as "kinky" hair or our "big butts."

So then, i guess after 10 minutes of her dumbassery, she sees that she's pissed this Black man off, she begins to slowly slide from the subject, but not before she tries to fix things by saying her daughter has a little black friend who she says is just oh so funny, but once again she reinterates on how her daughter knows that she could never, everrrrrrrrrrr date this little black boy.

After all this, i spent the rest of the day in almost complete silence, with her continuing to strike up bullshit topics as a way of making sure she didnt' anger me, Maybe i should have said something, but i realized in all the shit that spewed from her mouth, she wasn't TRYING to insult me, she in her 30 years of life on this Earth, didnt' know any better, and i knew, had I said something, it would have been a barage of verbal attacks, definate insults to say the least. Its sad that she and so many people still wallow their beliefs in such shit as separation of races or w/e. I trust that you'll believe me, this isnt' the first time i've had to put up with this where i live, in fact it has become a habit in that past year, but that still doesn't mean she shouldn't have gotten smacked her dumbass in the face with that paintbrush i had.....

REDSOX/YANKEES AT FENWAY THIS MONDAY.

No monkeying around, this traitorous ape will get his due.

Well its been quite the while since i've stepped into the blogging world, been really busy with classes and such (which always keeps me more lazy than actually busy). But now, there is a very important reason to talk, that being that those damn yankees will find there way into the depths of Fenway and the legion of Boston fans on Monday. (On a side note, i would hope that it would be obvious that i, am a die-hard, till i die, Boston Red Sox Fan.) Anyways, this game is only the backdrop to an even bigger story, something that will ensure that i will be viewingthis game from the big screen from some slutty bar Monday. What has my brain spinning in circles like a 2 year old ballerina? Why its the chance to sit in aww as that traitor, that cumcan, that disgusting, treacherous bastard in Johnny Damon, will get the NOT-so warm reception as he goes up against his fellow teamates and the Green Monster for the first time this year.

I, like everyone else, was a huge Johnny Damon fan, he had quickly become an icon in the Red Sox Fandome, his long hair, grizzly beard was a turn on for the ladies, and a symbol that he was a rugged, not so clean cut "Man". He had one of the biggest followings until..... Like a devilish thief in the night, the big boys in New York ripped our beloved Leadoff Hitter right out from under our noses. Now you can't slash all the blame on the shoulders of those CHOKEE bastards (although i'd love to). Because all in all, it was Damons decision right? Thats whats so disgusting, you know that age old term thats used to describe someone that can be counted on, and to never turn their back on someone, trustworthy and all that yada yada? Yep, Loyalty...Loyalty is what Damon seemed to Lack, behind those eyes that you thought had the love of baseball in them, where dollar signs. In the End thats really all its about anymore isnt' it?

In reality, who am i to pass judgement on a man just because he was offered more money, how can i say that i wouldnt' do the same if i where in his shoes? Yet still, in the end, Most (including me for the most part) see this double cross as a total slap in the face to everything, the fans, the players, the Red Sox organization. So you bet your ASS, i'll be booing from my seat Monday night, screaming as many obsceneties as this little brain can think off, and those present at Fenway, will undoubtedly do the same.

Three weeks ago i didn't know what a blog even was....
And now? well now i still dont' know exactly what this wonderful, new, fresh cyber creation really is. So you know what? I found the most "accurate" definition (the one that was the most easily attainable in five minutes) and i'd like to share:
BLOG
Short for weblog.
A meandering, blatantly uninteresting online diary that gives the author the illusion that people are interested in their stupid, pathetic life. Consists of such riveting entries as "homework sucks" and "I slept until noon today."

Oh, i'd like to thank the folks at Urbandictionary.com for allowing any douchebag with a keyboard to throw out some random, completely biased explanation to what "blogging' really is. I mean, am by no means an expert on these online diaries, but i happen to be fairly good aquantences with those who post blogs pretty consistantely, and to say that these people lead boring, pathetic lives, couldn't be any more completey off base.

You see, i've learned that a good amount of people who post blogs write about
possibly the most interesting pieces of real life happenenings that you could possibly come across. I guess thats why i created my own blog, (that and the pressure from a certain Mr. Graham to throw one together) i wanted to share my thoughts and ideas and stories with those who perhaps see things in the same technicolor light that i do, or even with those who completely disagree with me, it doesn't matter.
So for everyone who wants to stay tuned to my completey random daily banterings, i invite you, and for those of you who believe me to have a pathetic life with nothing more notable than the hour i sit at the computer typing little stores up, i bid you a good day, and a good FUCK YOU.