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Ha - I'm staying at a friend's house after a night of drunken debauchery, and after about a total of 2 hours of sleep I was dragged in to listening to this band that they are claiming is the best ever. I'm listening to the CD and come up with the ultimate compliment:
"This CD is so good that I would like to listen to it without being put on the spot for a comment."
Stumbling back to the couch...
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Well, I'm sorry to say Richmond is no more. The four of us just destroyed it. Godzilla-style. Well, Godzilla-dancing-to-bluegrass-style.
I only wish I had been drunk when it happened. Like they were.
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Does anybody else think Bush's hand motions look like gang signs?
DC can be a rough neighborhood if you flash the wrong ones, yo.
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When I first saw Drudge today, I thought the headline "UK ROCKED" was really lame. More fretting about the royal family that I could care less about. But Drudge also linked to a story about the royal family's historic ties to Germany that was cool, since a lot has been said of late about Nazi links to today's political leaders.
I just think it's cool that conspiracy theories are being taken a little more seriously than usual.
This has gotta be some kind of record. Four posts in one day?!?! And only one cup of coffee!!! Take that, Sara! :-)
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Two very important points I want to make:
Right Thinking Girl is definately my favorite blog right now. I have significant problems with the author's politics and taste in music / culture, but I'll be damned if I don't enjoy myself more there than anywhere else on the net, especially some of the other cats who comment there. Cool people apparently voted for Bush - news to me. Anyway, I spend time there at the expense of here, and I'll try to correct that by being a more of a snotty libertarian. Let it never be said that Jeremy doesn't assign props where props are due. We beyond that.
Why aren't we hearing less about the geologists going on talk radio and CNN to talk about what would happen in the oh-so-impossible event that the east coast is hit by a tsunami - and more about this?!?!
Hi, blogosphere? Yeah, it's me, "shit going on that you're not paying attention to".
Just kidding, I love y'all.
God, now I know why everybody loves/hates Evanescence (I can sorta see where David Cross is coming from).
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Today I am thoughtful. I just got out of meeting at our customer's office. And I swear that every surname on every office was a different first letter followed by "-uong". "Luong", "Chuong", "Duong". It's just kinda wierd.
Then I started thinking about how our names seem to people who speak different languages. I wonder if all our names sound the same. Since we're such a melting pot, maybe there's enough different nationalities that it's easy to differentiate, but that also means there's probably a lot of different pronunciations to remember.
Then I started thinking about the "character" of our language, and how it sounds to people of other native tongues. Y'know how you can tell if somebody is speaking Italian, or French, or German, or Japanese, or Chinese based on certain phonetic sounds that you tend to hear (or certain letter combinations you read in their writing)? I wonder what characteristics english has that make it recognizable and distinct. Like remember in that movie Friday where Smokey is mad at the hispanic guys, and he just yells some jibberish at them that sounds Spanish? I wonder what jibberish English sounds like.
I remember during my exchange year in Germany (almost a decade ago - Jesus Christ I'm old) I often asked people how my pronunciation sounded to them, and whether they could speak with my accent, or the typical American accent in German. And they could. And it was spot on. It's wierd to consider that in Germany there's an "American accent" or an "Italian accent" for their language.
I guess I just realized I can blog about useless shit like this. It doesn't have to be earth-shattering ruminations on philosophy or world politics. Besides, y'all are already used to those - thought I'd mix it up a bit.
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Y'know, a lot of bloggers are writing indignant and/or defensive posts about this story.
But not me. It pretty much speaks for itself.
And am I the only person on planet Earth that thinks Thatcher's son being exposed in a coup plot is more than a little freaky?
And yes, the time you're reading at the top of the post is correct. I am posting at 8:26 AM. I've been up for three hours and I feel great.
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OK. Some of you may think from the past two posts that I do not like women or something like that. That's not true at all! "Proof," I hear you clamor. "Proof, or we shall sacrifice you on the altar of Political Correctness!" And, while I'm sure Bill Maher is a perfectly nice gentlemen (and funny as hell), he comes across a little too metro for my tastes, and he's certainly not the person with whom I want to spend my last moments before being thrown into a pit with of rabid, jealous internet women to kill me (God, I seriously cannot think of anything worse than a girl who's into professional sports - it's like the worst of both worlds!).
Basically, I'm announcing that I'm engaged to Tasha, my girlfriend of six years. So there's that. We're getting married in late September. So, see, I don't hate all women.
Yet.
And if you didn't know this already, that's a pretty good indication that you don't talk to me enough. Yeah, I said it.
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From the internet that brought you Craigslist:
Skanks, Hos and The Men Who Inexplicably Love Them
This website is cursed thrice. Not only is it about professional sports (the pasttime of watching other people have a good time playing a game instead of you), and not only is it about gossip about professional sports star's lives (think Kobe coverage times 10,000), but it is gossip about the women who date and/or sleep with the professional sports stars.
I think the utter irrelevancy just blew my mind. Like a time/space vortex, this site should not be able to exist in the physical universe.
But of course, even an online female smear session is entertaining. Maybe you'll get a kick out of it. Me, I've already got Wonkette, and I think I'll stick with the tramp that actually reads the newspaper - the front page, I mean, not the sports section (and even then only to scratch out the eyes of the women in the pictures who stand next to their favorite male sports ass).
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If any of my readers want to see how not to do a blog, please visit Libertarian Girl. I'd deliver the cutdowns myself, but why should I when Mr. X has done it so well?
I feel like a tool for defending her. Yes, we need more females in the movement. And I still think we need more non-intellectual brainiacs in the movement. But what we don't need is pseudo-intellectual, hyperrandian morons.
I mean, a pink background? C'mon!
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I know what you're thinking. "Great post there, Jeremy. We were all really worried because we hadn't heard about your personal life and/or inconvenient health episodes. But what about your political ranting? Give us that hateful crack that you spew?!?!" I know you're thinking this because I can read your mind. Having read it, I must ask you: have your considered a ghost writer? HA!
But amazingly witty jokes aside, I'm sorta taking a break from the soul crushing task of pointing out every little thing Bush does that is morally contemptuous. The biggest story right now is Social Security reform, and while I don't agree 100% with his plan, I'm taking a wait and see approach on it. If it puts us in a better net position than we're in currently, I won't hesitate to assign props in the appropriate manner. And with everything else, things have been pretty boring. I don't have anything deep to say about the tsunami, and everything else seems petty in comparison, so I'd just as soon stay petty for right now. Deal.
And Wil, it may interest you to know that I found this X guy whom you worship. Turns out he's pretty cool. Who would have thought a deity would have a blog? Answer: me.
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Ahh, man. Life's been rough lately. Forgive the lack of posts.
First off, I don't know if I already told y'all this (I'm too lazy to go and see if I already blogged about it, yeah, screw you) but somehow I injured my neck on New Years Eve. While getting down to the dope fusionstep sounds of BP, somehow my dance moves exceeded my ability to perform them, and I really pulled my neck, so that it was constantly in pain no matter how I held it. When it started affecting my work and sleep, I went to the doctor, who put me on muscle relaxers and what is basically prescription Aleve. Now, this cyclobenzaprine makes you tired as shit, so I've been getting great sleep, and doing the stretches he showed me is helping. But I've also been sleeping so much (probably not getting any sleep on the last and first nights of 2004 and 2005 respectively didn't help), I haven't had time to blog. So forgive me.
Also, precisely one week ago I slammed my car into a deer for looking at me the wrong way (and, by wrong way, I mean that she didn't look at me at all). It did a number on the car, and so I've been driving around an SUV the insurance company set me up with. It's a Jeep Cherokee and it pretty much sucks. I commute 100 miles a day and the gas milage blows. And whaddaya know, coincidentally Bush gets reelected and gas goes up again. Yeehaw. Anyway, I'm gonna try and get a Ford Focus or something, especially since my coverage is limited to a certain dollar amount and I need to try to stretch it over probably two weeks at least.
I think I had one of those 12 hour bugs yesterday. I woke up with mild indigestion and really sweaty. I took a Gaviscon and within 5 seconds I puked my guts out entirely. 4 hours later, I was fine. That was wierd, and it's not like I have a lot of leave to blow, so I'm kinda pissed off at my body.
Glad to hear you had a good NYE, Amy.
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Happy New Year. Bleh. So what else is new?
Had a blast this past weekend in Philly. Thursday at the very last Disco Biscuits concert I will ever attend, and New Years Eve at the BP show that will definately NOT be my last. That show was great. You can download it here. That band Lotus opened up for them and joined the band on stage for the countdown. They played an instrumental version of "Eye of the Tiger". Now, I hate just about everything about the 80s except the cars and the toys. But that shit was hot, yo. Plus, two nights of hotel partying with my kidz:
Nothing like rolling into a swank restaurant in a suit, tennis shoes, and a baseball cap. Bling, bitch.
So what's on the menu for 6D in the oh five? Well, I'm continuing to work on my tunes. I'm gonna try to see a bunch of shows. I'm gonna hang with my boys more. And I'm gonna try to work out and meditate - at the same time.
So did everybody have a good NYE?
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How's your Xmas season going? That's right, I took the "Christ" out of "Christmas". What.
Anyway, I just got over a nasty cold, put new tires on my lil' Jetta, and got a buncha work done on some music projects I've been working on. Here are two little snippets of my latest tracks: It's All Experiences and Spirit Bling. There's more of this at the 6th Density Research and Recording web site.
And let me just say that Brothers Past's new EP State Police makes a great stocking stuffer.
