I recently signed up on Threadless and plan on submitting designs soon. I'm letting my subconscious churn away on ideas and hopefully that will bear fruit soon. When I do finally submit something I beseech you to help me out by voting. I can win 1500 dollars if my design is picked as well as a 300 dollar gift certificate to the site which would allow me to buy all my voters a shirt with the design on it. Well, not ALL of them, but definitely the ones that I can hand a shirt to. Stay tuned for that.
Saw The Decemberists on Tuesday at Stubb's. I'm in love with them currently. If you haven't heard them I high suggest you check them out. Catch me online on AIM and I'll lend you some. As for the show, it was really rat. I admit I only recognized two of the songs they played. A lot of the stuff they did play was off the new album which I didn't realize existed. Rest assured, I own the album now and through the goodwill of a fellow fan and friend, I have two of their other albums.
Speaking of December, it is almost upon us and that means my lease here at the Metropolis is almost up as well. I've been searching on Craigslist (So has my bad ass girlfriend) and come up with a lot of great deals. My current and most favorite idea is to move into the same apartments as my good friend Bruh. I met him when I moved in here at the Metropolis and we've become really good friends ever since. It would be great living within walking distance of him again. I hope I can find and afford a place there.
And if anybody knows of a good deal on a drum kit, please let me know. I'm in the market for one since I lost my old one. I've got cymbals, I just need a kit with (hopefully) hardware and a pedal included. I'm not exactly financially able to purchase one right now, but plan on being so in the near future. I'd appreciate any leads.
Go to sleep now, little ugly. Go to sleep now, you little fool
Friday, October 27, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
I'm sorry, what's my motivation?
Finter, fall and winter together, has pretty much arrived. It's been really nice and cold at night, 50-60 degrees and such. It's my favorite time of year. I was actually able to break out my leather jacket on friday. I love my leather jacket. It's the greatest. Almost as great as 3D movies.
If you haven't seen it yet, you should go and check out Nightmare Before Christmas in 3D. It's effin' rad. I think what I liked most about it was that it didn't do any of that gimmicky 3D crap where they shove stuff in your face trying to freak you out. Okay, so maybe they did a little bit, but not so much that it felt cheesy. Mostly they did a whole depth-of-field thing. It was really cool. I never enjoyed the movie as a kid, with all the singing, but I certainly appreciate it a lot more now that I'm older.
The best part about seeing the Nightmare Before Christmas is that in return for buying her tickets, Karla has in turn bought us tickets to see The Decemberists on Tuesday. I'm totally, bodaciously excited. We saw them at ACL two years ago and since then I've loved them. Can't wait!
And if you haven't heard about it, The Mark DeAnda band is no more. Mark decided that he needed members that could devote more time to being in a band, i.e. people who don't have a job OR go to school. I think the part that hurt the most was his comment that I'm not a serious musician. While being a true statement, I liked to think that I was serious about being in a band. I made concessions to have Fridays and Saturdays off so I'd make it to gigs. I made promo packs, I designed our website and I always showed up to practice. I didn't practice on my own as much as I should have, but honestly, I never saw a reason to because I had no motivation. Why should I have practiced as much as he practices guitar if we never had a gig? The answer to that is, because I'm not a serious musician. But I was in a band to play shows and have fun, neither of which was happening. It sucks not being in a band anymore and I admit I am angry with Mark on the subject, but I suppose I can't complain considering I never put enough energy into playing my drums.
What it all comes down to is motivation. I can never motivate myself enough to continue doing something. I was all gung-ho about the drums for the first four or five months and then, like clockwork, I lost motivation. I love playing the drums, don't get me wrong, but I can't find a reason to try and get better anymore. Hell, I can't even motivate myself to practice Actionscript. The only reason I'm still good at Photoshop or Illustrator is because I'm using them for the classes I'm taking. That's my motivation. But without classes, I'd probably do nothing more than play video games, work, and sit on my ass. In other words, I'd be a loser.
When I was in a band and we practiced, I saw a future of playing gigs, having fun, and potentially having that be my career. Now that that is gone and I look at where I'm going in school, I don't see any sort of future. I don't feel like I'm good enough to be any sort of designer. So now I just feel like I'm going nowhere. I'll graduate and have a degree and probably still work at Kinko's. Woo hoo.
Pam got a house. I'm supposed to live with her but I really don't want to. The house is in Buda. I work and go to school in North Austin. That just doesn't appeal to me. So to alleviate the problem, I thought I could get a place with Nick but I just don't see that happening either. I don't feel like were as close as we use to be and I'd probably just annoy the hell out of him. Where does that leave me? I don't know. I'm trying not to think about it. But thoughts of moving elsewhere, somewhere other than Austin, sound really appealing. I'd be pulling a T.J. but maybe that's what I need.
I apologize for the tone of this post. I know I said I wouldn't do this anymore. I promise the next one will be more uplifting, inspiring, whatever.
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face?
If you haven't seen it yet, you should go and check out Nightmare Before Christmas in 3D. It's effin' rad. I think what I liked most about it was that it didn't do any of that gimmicky 3D crap where they shove stuff in your face trying to freak you out. Okay, so maybe they did a little bit, but not so much that it felt cheesy. Mostly they did a whole depth-of-field thing. It was really cool. I never enjoyed the movie as a kid, with all the singing, but I certainly appreciate it a lot more now that I'm older.
The best part about seeing the Nightmare Before Christmas is that in return for buying her tickets, Karla has in turn bought us tickets to see The Decemberists on Tuesday. I'm totally, bodaciously excited. We saw them at ACL two years ago and since then I've loved them. Can't wait!
And if you haven't heard about it, The Mark DeAnda band is no more. Mark decided that he needed members that could devote more time to being in a band, i.e. people who don't have a job OR go to school. I think the part that hurt the most was his comment that I'm not a serious musician. While being a true statement, I liked to think that I was serious about being in a band. I made concessions to have Fridays and Saturdays off so I'd make it to gigs. I made promo packs, I designed our website and I always showed up to practice. I didn't practice on my own as much as I should have, but honestly, I never saw a reason to because I had no motivation. Why should I have practiced as much as he practices guitar if we never had a gig? The answer to that is, because I'm not a serious musician. But I was in a band to play shows and have fun, neither of which was happening. It sucks not being in a band anymore and I admit I am angry with Mark on the subject, but I suppose I can't complain considering I never put enough energy into playing my drums.
What it all comes down to is motivation. I can never motivate myself enough to continue doing something. I was all gung-ho about the drums for the first four or five months and then, like clockwork, I lost motivation. I love playing the drums, don't get me wrong, but I can't find a reason to try and get better anymore. Hell, I can't even motivate myself to practice Actionscript. The only reason I'm still good at Photoshop or Illustrator is because I'm using them for the classes I'm taking. That's my motivation. But without classes, I'd probably do nothing more than play video games, work, and sit on my ass. In other words, I'd be a loser.
When I was in a band and we practiced, I saw a future of playing gigs, having fun, and potentially having that be my career. Now that that is gone and I look at where I'm going in school, I don't see any sort of future. I don't feel like I'm good enough to be any sort of designer. So now I just feel like I'm going nowhere. I'll graduate and have a degree and probably still work at Kinko's. Woo hoo.
Pam got a house. I'm supposed to live with her but I really don't want to. The house is in Buda. I work and go to school in North Austin. That just doesn't appeal to me. So to alleviate the problem, I thought I could get a place with Nick but I just don't see that happening either. I don't feel like were as close as we use to be and I'd probably just annoy the hell out of him. Where does that leave me? I don't know. I'm trying not to think about it. But thoughts of moving elsewhere, somewhere other than Austin, sound really appealing. I'd be pulling a T.J. but maybe that's what I need.
I apologize for the tone of this post. I know I said I wouldn't do this anymore. I promise the next one will be more uplifting, inspiring, whatever.
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face?
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Thursday, October 05, 2006
I love cigarettes but they don't love me
I'm sure a lot of you have done this. There was a particular show, movie or cartoon you watched as a kid that you loved. You have really fond memories of it and haven't seen it in forever. You think, "Hey! I should watch it again!" So you do, and what happens? It's no where near as great as you remember it. I've done this several times since I've grown up. I watched an old video of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon and couldn't believe I ever found that junk even mildly entertaining. The animation was awful and so was the voice acting. Sure, when you're a kid you don't care about that stuff, but still. They put no effort into making that crap.
With that being said, I just bought the Ghostbusters collection. They're two of my all time favorite movies. Now those wonderful pieces of cinema have withstood the test of time. In fact, I like them more than I did as a kid. There's a whole mess of jokes I understand now as a semi-adult that I never caught onto as a kid. Anyway, the Ghostbusters 2 DVD has two episodes of "The Real Ghostbusters" or in other words, the cartoon based off of the movie. Pam and I watched the movie and after she went to bed I thought maybe I'd check 'em out. I was cautious after the fiasco with TMNT. So the opening mosaic opens up and memories start flooding back. Hell yeah! The mother fucking Ghostbusters! I first notice that while the actual drawing is pretty good the animation is about as bad as TMNT, i.e. It's kind of choppy. As it goes on I realize that Venkman, Bill Murray's character, is voiced by the same guy that did Garfield. After only five minutes I just couldn't stomach anymore. Once again my childhood memories have been tainted. I think from now on I'll stay away from any cartoons I watched as a kid save for Tom & Jerry. Maybe I'm a simpleton, but I just can't get enough of a mouse beating the hell out of a cat with a large wooden mallet.
With that being said, I just bought the Ghostbusters collection. They're two of my all time favorite movies. Now those wonderful pieces of cinema have withstood the test of time. In fact, I like them more than I did as a kid. There's a whole mess of jokes I understand now as a semi-adult that I never caught onto as a kid. Anyway, the Ghostbusters 2 DVD has two episodes of "The Real Ghostbusters" or in other words, the cartoon based off of the movie. Pam and I watched the movie and after she went to bed I thought maybe I'd check 'em out. I was cautious after the fiasco with TMNT. So the opening mosaic opens up and memories start flooding back. Hell yeah! The mother fucking Ghostbusters! I first notice that while the actual drawing is pretty good the animation is about as bad as TMNT, i.e. It's kind of choppy. As it goes on I realize that Venkman, Bill Murray's character, is voiced by the same guy that did Garfield. After only five minutes I just couldn't stomach anymore. Once again my childhood memories have been tainted. I think from now on I'll stay away from any cartoons I watched as a kid save for Tom & Jerry. Maybe I'm a simpleton, but I just can't get enough of a mouse beating the hell out of a cat with a large wooden mallet.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Lucky Strike indeed
Smoking my last cigarette here. It's a sacred moment for many smokers. Knowing that you're completely out of cancer sticks and unable or unwilling to go get more. As for me, I'm lying in bed about to go to sleep and I have no desire to get dressed and drive to Walgreens. Better make this one last.
My first day on first shift was awesome. I haven't worked during the day in almost a year and a half. It was definitely strange being at work with nine other people but fun none the less. I look forward to a full work week this Friday.
And to remind you one final time, we have a show tomorrow at 9pm at the Poodle Dog Lounge. I'll make sure to make another bulletin on Myspace so you don't forget. Nick won't be able to join us so we've got a stand in bass player lined up for him. Hopefully he'll show. I don't mind White Stripin' it, but there's something lost without a bass player: the bass line.
Night time isn't my favorite time of day. My mind wanders down paths it shouldn't and I feel stupid feelings. I guess it won't be a big deal anymore since I'll be sleeping at night, but there are still these moments on the cusp of falling into my dreams that silly thoughts linger and tease me. But I won't go into any of that nonsense. I promised at the get go of this blog that I wouldn't fill it with depressing material and I'm generally a man of my word. No, those special comments will be saved for a different outlet I'm afraid.
Hope to see you all at the show.
My heart is yours to fill or burst
My first day on first shift was awesome. I haven't worked during the day in almost a year and a half. It was definitely strange being at work with nine other people but fun none the less. I look forward to a full work week this Friday.
And to remind you one final time, we have a show tomorrow at 9pm at the Poodle Dog Lounge. I'll make sure to make another bulletin on Myspace so you don't forget. Nick won't be able to join us so we've got a stand in bass player lined up for him. Hopefully he'll show. I don't mind White Stripin' it, but there's something lost without a bass player: the bass line.
Night time isn't my favorite time of day. My mind wanders down paths it shouldn't and I feel stupid feelings. I guess it won't be a big deal anymore since I'll be sleeping at night, but there are still these moments on the cusp of falling into my dreams that silly thoughts linger and tease me. But I won't go into any of that nonsense. I promised at the get go of this blog that I wouldn't fill it with depressing material and I'm generally a man of my word. No, those special comments will be saved for a different outlet I'm afraid.
Hope to see you all at the show.
My heart is yours to fill or burst
Sunday, October 01, 2006
When will fall get here?
Tomorrow marks my return to the day-shift. I know I mentioned this in the previous post, but you must understand, I'm really excited about it. I think my perception of work is probably going to change with this change in schedule. We'll see how it turns out in a few weeks. And yes, I probably should be getting to bed instead of typing this.
My five day weekend was pretty uneventful. Friday I bought dinner for everyone for Nick's birthday that was last Tuesday. Oddly enough, I didn't have as much fun that night as I probably should have. The entire time my thoughts were focused else where and I really didn't feel like being around anyone. I can't even begin to understand why.
Saturday was spent with The Q running various errands. We stopped off at her grandparents in the evening and had a nice little chat with them. The Q seems to be happy that I'm not uncomfortable at their house for apparently past boyfriends have been. I don't know, other than the overwhelming amount of religiousness, I really like her grandparents. They're very nice and generous and her grandpa is hilarious. Reminds me of my grandpa. We were fed diet soda and chips and salsa. I was starving but I did my best at restraining myself from gobbling everything down.
And as for today, I woke up and watched Ghostbusters while eating breakfast. The rest of the day was spent playing Okami on the PS2. At some point I headed downstairs for a few rounds of Guitar Hero and promptly had my ass handed to me by Ray and Sam. I think I just need to practice more. Mark and Pam returned from their trips to Dallas and San Antonio respectively. It seems like whenever Mark gets back from some where he's more of an ass than normal. So for the most part I just avoided him.
I think I'll probably be posting more often because of this laptop. It's nice to sit in bed and type out my thoughts. Helps me unwind my brain so that I can sleep easier.
So to whoever reads this, I hope your ready to read more about my boring life more frequently. Cheers.
I turn my camera on
My five day weekend was pretty uneventful. Friday I bought dinner for everyone for Nick's birthday that was last Tuesday. Oddly enough, I didn't have as much fun that night as I probably should have. The entire time my thoughts were focused else where and I really didn't feel like being around anyone. I can't even begin to understand why.
Saturday was spent with The Q running various errands. We stopped off at her grandparents in the evening and had a nice little chat with them. The Q seems to be happy that I'm not uncomfortable at their house for apparently past boyfriends have been. I don't know, other than the overwhelming amount of religiousness, I really like her grandparents. They're very nice and generous and her grandpa is hilarious. Reminds me of my grandpa. We were fed diet soda and chips and salsa. I was starving but I did my best at restraining myself from gobbling everything down.
And as for today, I woke up and watched Ghostbusters while eating breakfast. The rest of the day was spent playing Okami on the PS2. At some point I headed downstairs for a few rounds of Guitar Hero and promptly had my ass handed to me by Ray and Sam. I think I just need to practice more. Mark and Pam returned from their trips to Dallas and San Antonio respectively. It seems like whenever Mark gets back from some where he's more of an ass than normal. So for the most part I just avoided him.
I think I'll probably be posting more often because of this laptop. It's nice to sit in bed and type out my thoughts. Helps me unwind my brain so that I can sleep easier.
So to whoever reads this, I hope your ready to read more about my boring life more frequently. Cheers.
I turn my camera on
It's wafer thin!
Hmm. Lots of stuff has been going on. I had previously written two posts in addition to the content of this one but have now decided to hash it all together in one big MEGA post.
I am officially becoming a day-walker again on Monday. No more will I be manning the machines of the CPC in a trance-like state at 3 in the morning. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday from seven in the morning until 5 in the afternoon I'll be annoying the living shit out of the majority of the CPC staff with my singing and yelling. I'm really excited about my new schedule. I'll be able to have a normal sleep schedule and handle a full load of school much easier.
Also, I ordered an old 500mhz G3 iBook from Other World Computing for 200 bucks. It's great so far. Though, I must admit having a laptop is really rad. I'm able to lay in bed, smoke a cigarette and surf the intertron with a steady source of heat warming my crotch. If only I had an airport card so I didn't have to have this damn cable anchoring me to only my room.
I've also made some modifications, embarking upon the perilous journey of installing a 40gb hard drive was a success. There were complications, but overall I was successful.
I began by removing virtually ever bit of casing from the main section. I have to have taken out at least 40 some odd screws. Luckily I was prepared and printed out a little screw guide so I knew where everything went when I pieced it back together. Once I had the case off, it was a simple matter of unplugging the old hard drive and plugging in the new one. What I thought was going to be the hard part, actually turned out to be pretty simple. I even was able to replace two screws that should have been installed but had gone missing.
The hard part was actually getting the hard drive to work. I inserted my install disc and held down the c key, like ya do, and was greeted with a satisfying apple symbol. It locked up on a blue screen with a little spinning icon. I turned it off and on and did this several times as each time I did it I ran into a kernel panic. Those suck just so you know. Finally, after about 4 or 5 times I got to the install screen and ran the disk utility. From there I was able to format the hard drive so a mac can read it properly. Then it told me that I couldn't install OS X on the hard drive because I couldn't boot from it. WTF!? I almost gave up and dismantled the computer. On a whim, however, I restarted it. Another kernel panic. Fuck. Off, then on again. Install screen. Holy Hell! I can install OS X! So now here I am typing this on my laptop that's running OS X 10.3.9. It's not 10.4 but it's better than 10.2.
My next step is to get an Airport card. Fortunately, this will be much easier to install.
Last but not least, I'd like to let everyone know that our band has a show on Tuesday, October 2nd. It's from 9pm to 1am at the Poodle Dog Lounge. I think it's going to be fun but I'm not sure how lucrative it'll be seeing as how it is a Tuesday night.
If you've made it this far in my post, congratulations. I have nothing to reward you with but an Eric Blase-ish "Thanks for reading".
I don't care if it's right. If you want clean fun go fly a kite.
I am officially becoming a day-walker again on Monday. No more will I be manning the machines of the CPC in a trance-like state at 3 in the morning. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday from seven in the morning until 5 in the afternoon I'll be annoying the living shit out of the majority of the CPC staff with my singing and yelling. I'm really excited about my new schedule. I'll be able to have a normal sleep schedule and handle a full load of school much easier.
Also, I ordered an old 500mhz G3 iBook from Other World Computing for 200 bucks. It's great so far. Though, I must admit having a laptop is really rad. I'm able to lay in bed, smoke a cigarette and surf the intertron with a steady source of heat warming my crotch. If only I had an airport card so I didn't have to have this damn cable anchoring me to only my room.
I've also made some modifications, embarking upon the perilous journey of installing a 40gb hard drive was a success. There were complications, but overall I was successful.
I began by removing virtually ever bit of casing from the main section. I have to have taken out at least 40 some odd screws. Luckily I was prepared and printed out a little screw guide so I knew where everything went when I pieced it back together. Once I had the case off, it was a simple matter of unplugging the old hard drive and plugging in the new one. What I thought was going to be the hard part, actually turned out to be pretty simple. I even was able to replace two screws that should have been installed but had gone missing.
The hard part was actually getting the hard drive to work. I inserted my install disc and held down the c key, like ya do, and was greeted with a satisfying apple symbol. It locked up on a blue screen with a little spinning icon. I turned it off and on and did this several times as each time I did it I ran into a kernel panic. Those suck just so you know. Finally, after about 4 or 5 times I got to the install screen and ran the disk utility. From there I was able to format the hard drive so a mac can read it properly. Then it told me that I couldn't install OS X on the hard drive because I couldn't boot from it. WTF!? I almost gave up and dismantled the computer. On a whim, however, I restarted it. Another kernel panic. Fuck. Off, then on again. Install screen. Holy Hell! I can install OS X! So now here I am typing this on my laptop that's running OS X 10.3.9. It's not 10.4 but it's better than 10.2.
My next step is to get an Airport card. Fortunately, this will be much easier to install.
Last but not least, I'd like to let everyone know that our band has a show on Tuesday, October 2nd. It's from 9pm to 1am at the Poodle Dog Lounge. I think it's going to be fun but I'm not sure how lucrative it'll be seeing as how it is a Tuesday night.
If you've made it this far in my post, congratulations. I have nothing to reward you with but an Eric Blase-ish "Thanks for reading".
I don't care if it's right. If you want clean fun go fly a kite.
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