- Jenny has made me watch too many fashion related shows and now she is paying for it! We are at Target and I am "pulling a few pieces." 🙂 #
- http://znl.me/P3BDGX Hangin with porny fellas in the Mission… Live! Nude! Sexy times! #
- Jeesh. @UnitedAirlines customer service is really really bad. Trying hard to get me to take my business elsewhere. Maybe I should. #
- Spent over 2 hours on the phone with @unitedairlines just to hear that no one could help. So disappointing. #
- @UnitedAirlines would rather send me to another airline than try to fix their mistake. #
- So guess what @UnitedAirlines, you refunded my money and I took it to your competitor. And my flight was still cheaper. #
I find your sensuality, brutality, and violence invigorating rather than disturbing. The season finale to Spartacus: Blood & Sand was completely awesome. I’m very pleased that so many main characters were dispatched so handily. I do find it a bit strange that all the risen slaves would leave the gates without going to grab a little money first, or maybe some supplies. But I suppose for dramatic effect it is okay for all of them to go charging out of the villa and on to next season. Jenny scoffed at me when I said this Spartacus finale totally outshone the finale of True Blood…. But it is true! True Blood may be the better show in terms of story, writing, acting, and even violence. But considering finale effect alone, the Spartacus blood bath was awesome. I think the sword through Lucy Lawless’ unborn baby was a moment that really pushed on the boundaries of thematic brutality. It was very appropriate. I’m very much looking forward to another season, so here’s hoping the main character’s health problems aren’t so very severe…. but that sounds selfish… I hope they aren’t severe so that he can life a happy and healthy life. Another good season of Spartacus would be the icing on the cake!
I can’t deny that I’ve been called emotionless on more than one occassion. You might say I’ve spent a lifetime teaching myself how to subdue some of the more painful and human emotional responses in favor of a nice even approach to the world. Hard to have a bad day when it’s hard to feel bad. This hasn’t exactly been helping me with my relationship however, and I really that bothers me.Â I’m going to try something that was suggested to me; I’m going to writing. Writing is one of those ways I’m able tot tap into my more emotional side. Maybe if I’m able to exercise that part of me on a more regular basis it will grow big and healthy and strong.Â So I’m going to blog from time to time under the category of ‘emoticons’, and these bits of word will be my attempts at tapping into some kind of emotional stimulation.
I think for my first attempt at riding this bicycle I’m going to try something very simple.Â I’m going to try and get at a little annoyance. I’m going to talk about fruit flies. I assume they were initially carried up to my house by larger flies leaving the stank hole Chinese restaurant down below our apartment. They entered through our open, welcoming windows and found supplies galore. They found glider dishes full of half eaten treats. They found my oft messy kitchen full of unwashed, food encrusted dishes. They found bits of animal pooey, delicious! They also found something similar to the regeneration ship the cylons used in Battlestar Galactica. It was a rotting bag of potatoes that I did not realize existed, a bag that would allow the flies to spawn limitless numbers in a secret location. Fuckin’ flies man. Flies love to take part in an advantageous situation. So they bred and bred and bred. About a week later, you couldn’t approach the sink during daytime without being overwhelmed by a nasty black cloud of fruit flies. Gehghghgg! I got very very annoyed. I went out and bought fly strips. I went out and bought more fly strips. I forced myself to consume cheap orange soda from a 2 liter for the first time in years in order to use the soda container to create a fly trap I read about on the internet. I did the dishes obsessively. I forced the gliders to be cleaner. I bought 2 fly swatters and ran around the house like a madman swatting every fly I could get near. My walls are still covered in little red smears of blood where I crushed those flies. And yet they didn’t lessen.Â SO ANNOYING. Gah. I was contemplating an electric fly zapper mechanism when I accidentally located their battlestation/ressurection ship. It was underneath the sink in a pool of black stank. And there were flies ALL OVER the goddamned thing. I killed them all. Now the fly problem is slowly dieing out and I am satisfied. But in the spirit of emotion, I’m paying homage to the manic obsession that overcame me and caused me to run around the house with 2 fly swatters batting at the walls like a madman. Though I was good at supressing it, in the heat of battle it was impossible to hide that feeling of futility in the face of such staggering numbers. Well fought you bastardly flies.
It’s actually February 16th at this point, way beyond St. Valentine’s day proper, but the sentiment still remains! I’ve continued to be incredibly silent on the blogging front for a rather long long time. This is partly due to laziness, and partly do to the fact that all news-worthy news centers around my new girlfriend, who refuses to be talked about in blogs. But I’m throwing off her yoke of censorship and tyranny for a short time to express my holiday feelings! I HAD AN AWESOME ST. VALENTINE’s DAY! I said it! There was a picnic with cucumber sandwhiches, spinach dip, and a bottle of juice that exploded all over me.Â Later she took me to see the live version of Cinematic Titanic, a newer incarnation of Mystery Science Theatre 3000. Phenomenal. We had the greatest time.Â Jenny is basically the coolest girlfriend of all time, and she knows it too. I was just telling her earlier this evening that she’s returned all kinds of inspiration to me. I’m taking pictures again. I’m cooker more than ever. Soccer is more exciting to me than its been for a while. Work isn’t so bad when she texts me. I think I will stop there for now, but I hope there will be plenty more to write about in the future. And maybe some pictures too!
I dropped the ball after new years. I had swore to myself I would continue to write, but a passing whirlwind grabbed hold of me and still hasn’t quite let go. I’m beginning to find my feet again however. The whirlwind, which has been confirmed to not be passing, has told me I’m not allowed to talk about her in this blog yet. So you won’t hear about her here. Sorry!
Derek, Cassidy and I had another amazing dinner at Goemon’s the other night. We ate lots, they all drank lots, and plenty of talk was had. Goemon’s is indeed the best sushi restaurant in existence. We always feel at home and welcomed there, the sushi is great, the specials are usually good, and the more you order, the more the free goodies begin to pile up. Its also very important to have a boys night now and again. Especially when things are so dramatic! I seem to have lost my words… more later!