Saturday, April 27, 2002

From the Merriam-Webster Dictionary:


Main Entry: ded�i�ca�tion
Pronunciation: "de-di-'kA-sh&n
Function: noun
Date: 14th century
1 : an act or rite of dedicating to a divine being or to a sacred use
2 : a devoting or setting aside for a particular purpose
3 : a name and often a message prefixed to a literary, musical, or artistic production in tribute to a person or cause
4 : self-sacrificing devotion
- ded�i�ca�to�ry /'de-di-k&-"tOr-E, -"tor-/ adjective

As in, You have to practice if you want to be a successful band. You have to have dedication. That's means you can't call :30 minutes before practice and cancel it because someone else called and wants you to watch movies that their house. That means you have to give a little but of fun up, even if it means telling someone you have plans at the time they want you to come over, but you'd be happy to reschedule another time to watch movies.

Friday, April 26, 2002

Books and other reading materials I'm trying to get through:

1) The Sandman -- by Neil Gaiman.
I'm finally getting around to reading this comic that so many people have told me to read. The local library has the entire series. I'm almost half-way through the first volume, Preludes & Nocturnes. I'll probably be reading these for a while.
Recommended: ***

2) Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring -- by J. R. R. Tolkien. No, I've never read the books until I saw the movie (I might know my Star Wars trivia, but I'm not THAT much of a geek *giggle*). So, I started with the Hobbit, whick took about 4 days to read, and now I'm on this since early February. It's a hard read, but I will go on this journey. The link actually takes you to info on "A Tolkien Bestiary," by David Day. Thanks Mom and Dad. Right now, I think I rather the bestiary over the actual books. Every creature ever briefly mentioned in Tolkien's books are described in enormous detail. Makes a great coffee table book.
Recommended: ***** (that's my high mark)

3) Entertainment Weekly -- Yes, the magazine. And the latest issue will be in my mailbox tomorrow. And will be read cover to cover before Midnight. Ok, that's a bit of an exaggeration. I'm sure I'll skip a page or two. I kind of have a ritual when the ol' EW comes in. Let's just say most of the magazine gets read in the bathroom and leave it at that. They can take my Rolling Stone. They can even take the Playboys. But I'll be damned if they take my Entertainment Weekly, goddammit!
Recommended: **** if you are an entertainment geek (like me), * if you're not.

Tuesday, April 23, 2002

Yesterday, I had 5 scars. This morning, there was a new one. Very small, so I could have missed it my original count. I'm feeling much better now; a complete reversal from yesterday. However, now my wife is starting to feel like I did. Are they using her too? I don't think so. Usually, others in the household display the same symptoms I do around the same time. I think it's the aliens way of distracting everyone into thinking we're all sick.


Monday, April 22, 2002

Everything from my head to the end of my spine is sore, save my stomach, which can't decide if it wants things to go up or down. I'm quite pale, tired and a little out of breath. My body aches with coolness, yet I'm sweating buckets. This can mean only one thing....

The aliens are coming for their baby.

I should just leave it at that and let you wonder. But I won't. It's probably a stomach virus. But that's just what they want you to believe. In reality, aliens are using my body to breed something. I'm not sure if it's more alien babies or some human/alien hybrid. Most likely the latter. A little back story now....

...At some point during my teen years, I developed 3 vertical scars on my stomach. They just appeared one day and I didn't think anything of it. Mind you, I have never had any kind of surgery or accident that would produce these scars. Except for when the aliens perform a C-section to get their baby out of me. You see, these aches and pains are really labor pains. And obviously, since there's no place for any baby to come out of my body, they do a C-section which is the cause of the scarring.

It was 3 or 4 years ago, I noticed this trend. I would start feeling like this and then the next day I'd be fine and a new scar appeared on my stomach. There's 5 scars now and likely a new one tomorrow.

This is what I think happens: I start having these labor pains and the aliens are alerted by kind of microchip or something. Then, during the night, they somehow get me to sleep because the pain is very hard to sleep though. I haven't figured out how yet. When I am in some deep alien-induced coma, they take me to their spaceship, probably through teleportation, and perform a C-section on me. Once the procedure is done, they sew me back and and return me.

My theory would explain why I haven't been able to lose weight. The "alien womb" inside of me prevents me from doing so. I mean, there's no place for it to go, so I am forced to have this gut. I also surmise that the foods I eat give the alien baby nutrition.

So that's why I'm feeling quesy. But tomorrow, I'm sure tomorrow I'll be elated as I will have once again given birth to some alien's baby. Or maybe if it goes bad, they'll blame me and "dispose" of my body, for its no longer useful to them.


Friday, April 19, 2002

Frazzled....html is kicking my ass. That little mood thing up there isn't quite where I want it, but its 12:43am, so it'll do for now. I can't figure out how to put it underneath the links on the left, rather than on top. Either there or right above here. I thought I had it, but obviously I am wrong.

And my parents are visiting us this weekend, so I suspect this little coding problem of mine is really gonna bug me. Here's something I don't do often...Can anyone give me a hand?

Tuesday, April 16, 2002

In my cd player/tape player in my truck/favorite mp3 player at work (Musicmatch Jukebox 7.0):

1) Ryan Adams - Gold
Entertainment Weekly gave it a B+. It hasn't really left my cd player since I got a few weeks ago. Rock & Roll roots with an alt-country appeal.

2) Guster Mix Tape
This tape was made by a friend of mine for a road trip to Austin to see Guster play. Rule #1 of Road Tripping to see a Concert: Make mix tapes of the band you're going to see. This tape is comprised of songs from their first two albums Parachute and Goldfly. I'm trying to learn to play a couple of them.

3) Jellyfish - The King is Half-undressed from Bellybutton
Possibly the most underrated power pop band of the 90s. Probably the best band of the 90s.

What are you listening to?

Saturday, April 13, 2002

We saw Lord of the Rings last night. It was the second time for me and we went to see the Two Towers trailer at the end. For the most part, it was an enjoyable experience.

But (there's always a But), can you learn to turn your cell phone off? I mean, you're going see a movie. Is there any reason why it can't wait a hour and 1/2 or three hours? For like a dollar more a month, you can have something called "Voice Mail" (if you can't afford a dollar more a month, can you really afford that cell phone?). That way you can turn off your phone and you can still get a message. And, what's worse is the theater tells you before the movie starts to turn of cell phones and beepers.

It was a piviotal moment in the movie. (Spoliers, for the few who haven't seen Lord of the Rings, are coming). Boromir is shot 3 times with arrows and is dying. Strider/Arragon talks to him while he dies. This scene is all about Boromir's redemption, and that's a very emotional subject for me. I was working up a good cry (nope, not afraid to admit that). Until some jerks cell phone goes off, totally wrecking my concentration to shed a tear. I just wanted one tear. Just enough to be human, but not enough to have red eyes walking out the theater. But nothing, just a little welling up and that doesn't count.

I tried again at the end when Sam tells Frodo he won't leave him alone because Gandalf told him not to, but again with the digital beeping. And for the record, I have a cell phone. It fits in my pocket and it goes off when the lights go down.

People, turn off your cell phones and beepers. If not for the folks around you, then do it because you're spending 7 bucks to be entertained and you don't need the distraction.

Wednesday, April 10, 2002

Have you seen Sheryl Crow's latest video? VH-1 plays it a good bit. And before you ask, I see it at work, not at my cableless home...

Anyway, the song's groovy and the video is hot. My only question is has she had some plastic surgery done? She looks a little different in the video for "Soak Up the Sun." And I'm not sure if it's the tan, the whole look, or if she's had a little work done. I'm not complaining; she looks even better....

See what I mean...

There's just something about a chick rockin' out with an aucostic guitar...

Monday, April 08, 2002

Ozzy Osborne accepts invite to White House Dinner.

That's the headline. Of course,you wanna read it yourself, here.

Bush and Ozzy together at last. Actually, if you read the story, The Oz-man will be a guest of Greta Van Susteren and - this doesn't surprise me now - Fox News Channel.

Man, it sucks not having cable...

Friday, April 05, 2002

Here's some lyrics I wrote kinda recently. I'm sure it needs some fine tuning. It's about a person who is annoying enough to shove themselves in your life, but insignificant enough for you not to care about them. The working title is Visibly Invisible. I'm more of a lyricist than a songwriter, but I'm working on the music. If I just had some recording equipment.....but I digress...In my head I'm hearing a mellow tune. A little bit of finger-picked aucostic guitar over the verses. An organ, perhaps a Hammond B-3, over the chorus. High female harmony with a low rough male vocal melody. Everything builds up through the bridge and dies out for the last verse. And it ends on the last word, just hanging there like it's not finished...No, really, I haven't thought this one out...

She doesn�t have a way to go.
North or South is just the same.
She wants to be my friend
And she hopes to fall in love again.

Tape-records everything she says
So she don�t forget the sound
She wants to be my friend
I�d prefer if she weren�t around

Invisible, Insensitive
though sensitive and miserable
She�s visibly invisible
While she walks the streets of her home
And rain pours down washing away
All her hope and all her pain
Visibly Invisible
A soul sleep-walking nobody will miss.

Says whatever�s on her mind
It don�t matter what the subject is
And what�s always on her mind
Is her life of suffering.

Sun comes out and she�s around
But when it rains, she turns to dust
She don�t know what age to act
She�s a life-force succubus



Come to found out all her promises were lies
Desperate hearts don�t need no alibis.

Got a call just a few days ago
Said she was sorry for being herself
She�s spins a web like medicine
I hung up without saying goodbye

- copyright 2002

Tuesday, April 02, 2002

Do you have a dishwasher? Did you know you're supposed to "pre-wash" your dishes before loading the dishwasher? I am learning this. I say "learning" because despite being told to do this, I still have trouble getting every single tiny little, cell-sized food particle off. I'm trying. I'm human.

This is my problem with "The Pre-Wash." The other day I was cleaning the kitchen and I get to a pile of dishes, glasses, pots and pans in the sink. Ok, time to load the dishwasher, so it's time to pre-wash. With the hot water running and my blue, one abrasive-scrubbing-side sponge, I begin the task at hand. Pre-wash the dish, place in the dishwasher. Pre-wash the glass, place on the top rack. Pre-wash the butter knife, place in the silverware holder. Pre-wash the bowl, place in the dishwasher. Wait a minute. That bowl isn't done. It still has food stuff stuck to it. Dried out Fruit Pebbles stuff to be exact. "Well, I'll just put a little more elbow grease into it," I tell myself, "That'll get rid of the stuck-on stuff." I'm sure I don't have to tell you, but that didn't work.

So what do you do? You can do what I did. Grab the liquid soap - the Dawn or Lemon Fresh Joy or whatever you use - and pour some all over the bowl. This will soften up the natural adhesive that is dried out Fruity Pebbles. It kinda works along the same likes as nail polish remover on crazy glue. Side note - Dried out Fruity Pebbles is stronger and dries quicker than crazy glue.

Now, with the crusty food stuff softened, I'm able to get every speck of Fruity Pebbles off the bowl with just a tiny bit of elbow grease. Thanks to the soap, the bowl is clean and the dishwasher is loaded. Wait a second. Re-read that statement. Thanks to the soap, the bowl is clean and the dishwasher is loaded. The bowl is clean and the dishwasher is loaded. The bowl is clean. THE BOWL IS CLEAN!

How in the heck did that happen? Isn't that why we have a dishwasher? (besides it coming with the apartment...) Why "pre-wash" when you can just add soap, exert the same energy, and get the job done yourself? That's my beef with "the pre-wash." Beef. That'll probably take a little soap to get that off too, I bet...