I’ve had a mohawk for going on 5 months now.  I like it, it’s not a 2 foot hight blue monstrocity or anything like that, not a statement of any kinda against society, it’s just sort of on my head, normal shade.

Anyway, I ususally grow my beard out in the winter time.  It’s a thin line between love it and can’t stand how it itches.  It’s a fun little game of personal restraint i play.  I got it about 3 inches thick last time i grew it before i started to trim it, i don’t think i’ll do that this time…but i’m planning on keeping the mohawk too

I’m not quite sure if i’ll keep both, but i kinda like the idea right now.  I’ll let you know if any of my hairstyle decisions change over the next few weeks.

Dave says:

i’m so freakin bored with life right now.
areallygoodname says:
yeah
Dave says:
so what are we gonna do about it?
areallygoodname says:
… . .You should invest in the intricate study of Urban Lethargicism. Now, you might think . . .  “well jon, this will make life more bored than it is currently” This would be a hasty and unfair judgment. In reality, once you dive into the life-style entirely. The average good times like playing pool at jeremy’s  pad would have much more detailed and lively adjectives describing your experience.
areallygoodname says:
Before the “Urban Lethargicism Experiment” . . . “ I went and played pool at jeremy’s, I won a few times”.  . . BUT After -  “ I just got back from playing the most awesome rounds pool at jeremy’s tricked out hizzle. It was truly the most wicked awesome fun I have ever had”. 
 This you will experience with everything you do. “ I love the beautiful act of data-querying my server today, I even submitted that life couldn’t get any better”.   
areallygoodname says:
instead of trying to be proactive in attmepting to improve the quality of life, I have found the simple joy of being slightly more lazy ( come on . .  it is called Urban Lethargicism ).  As we lower standards of life and begin to truly expect less of life, we appreciate the things we once thought were ‘boring’. Life isn’t stagnate, but exciting and filled with delight. . .afternoon delight.
Dave says:
fuck..
Dave says:
that’s going on my blog right now

So last night i spent a good 2 hours of my time rearraging our garage.

For those of you who don’t know, we host an acoustic guitar night at our house about once a month.  It’s a very comfortable atmosphere: couches, love sacs, low lighting (the majority of which is provided by chirstmas lights).  It’s a great place to come and just relax and listen to some amatuer live music. 

So we do these every once and a while.  Anyway the garage is set up for these events…but we only do them every 2 months.  So the rest of the time our garage is pretty much useless.  So yesterday I decided to do some rearranging so that i could park my car in there the rest of the time.  ( I just bought a new car)

I like the way it’s turned out.  Now we have a garage AND a hangout place. Ok, back to work.

OK, so some people suck.  And when they suck AND you have their email address, you should get onto myspace and use that email address to sign up for everything imaginable.

You’ll feel better, I know I do.

“Get up, come on get down with the sickness
 You mother get up
 Come on get down with the sickness
 You fucker get up
 Come on get down with the sickness..”  

You’ve heard this song yes?  Well let me suggest that you’ve never quite heard it until you’ve heard it sung by a lounge singer.  It’s amazing, quite the spectacle.  Let me also suggest that being sick has got to be the worst thing in the Universe…if not, then only a close second to torture.

The way I see it, if you dead then you’re either not feeling anything, if it turns out to be a big great nothing when you die, or you’re doing something else, and hopefully it’s not spinning impaled on one of those sharp firey rotissa-mats.

At any rate i’m not feeling very well today.

So overlooking torture…self inflicted (depression maybe?) or not (actual blood curdling torture) sickness then, by default, becomes the worst thing in the universe.  Now, in the bible doesn’t it seem like the only time people got sick was when they did something wrong?  Well it seems that way to me, so then I ask myself “Self, have you done something wrong?” to which of course I answer “um…Yes?!?!” said with that sort of child-like enthusiastic asurity.  You know the kind of asurity that sounds like they are proud of their answer, even though they have no idea what the consequences for it may be??  Well that’s it, only when i say it i’m more like a grinning idiot, and not nearly so endearing.

So either i’ve unknowingly engendered a promethian-like wrath from the Gods….or i just pick up something from someone i bumped into.  I have to say that the first makes me feel more important.

So if you’re into movies about the ups and downs of relationships and how almost no one is happy that’s in one…then you should DEFINITELY see Zach Braff’s latests movie Last Kiss.  When i think of all the things that could possibly go wrong in a relationship, this movie somehow covers 85% of them with relative ease.  Mind you it just picks up in the middle of the life of these 4 friends from Wisconson, but still the relative destruction they cover so quickly was pretty impressive.  At any rate it’s a flick that makes you examine your life…

And that was what set the pace for my weekend.  I was in the midst of this contemplation, a cycle I get stuck in from time to time, when i went up to some friends house for a party they were throwing.  It was good to get out and meet some new people, eat some great food, and even squeeze a few games of pool into what would have otherwise been a pretty boring night.  Let me say that the party turned out to be anything but Boring. 

Everything from friends becoming beligerent drunks to married couples making out with other people. What started out as a great party was quickly turining into a personally frightening scene of debauchery, great to maybe hear about, but not to witness.  I will honestly say, and i know my good friends will understand what i mean when I say, that it made me feel pretty freagin isolated.  Nothing against my friends…but it was kinda embarrassing too.

So the next morning, when the contemplating life combined with this awesome feeling of isolation flared up again, well I should say that as soon as i realized that i’d been awake for an hour staring at my wall, I did what any man would do in my position, I watched Blade 2! I busted that resolution of 2 movies a week and I console myself b/c it’s not really a movie, it’s more of an excuse…an excuse to be ridiculous.  And apparently that’s what i needed.  Cause I felt much better after that.

I watch what i think amounts to A LOT of Movies.  They’re one of those things that I just really enjoy doing, that just happens to have a great effort/enjoyment ratio.  I’d say that i’ll watch about 5-6 movies in a typical week.  Now, I’ve known kids in the past who’ll do nothing but watch movies.  If you don’t happen to have the pleasure of knowing any of this elite-group of people, they’re easy to spot if you ever happen to catch them out of their natural habitat of dark rooms and comfy couches.  Think of non black wearing Emo Kids…and you’ve got ‘em.

I will say that knowing any of these people has it’s perks, they put in the time of watching all the movies known to man, and you get suggested the cream of the crop…Usually before most anyone else knows about them.  And if you’re into the whole, “I’m cool by association b/c i suggested we watch this movie” thing, then you assuredly already know about this technique.  I’m not a fan of it personally, taking credit for other peoples efforts i mean, so if you read this, and are guilty of the affore mentioned mentality, please stop being a douche. Chances are this type of thing is only part of a chain of douchebaggery that leads all the way back to some insecurity that you’ve probably convinced yourself doesn’t exist.  Take a breath, admit you’ve been a douche, and maybe just move on. Now what was i talking about….uh…let me jump up and check, could you hold on? Oh right, I was justifying all the time i spend watching movies b/c i know people who waste even more time than I do.  It’s a justification, I know it is.  Just because i know people who spend more time watching movies than I do shouldn’t somehow make the fact that I watch so many ok…b/c at least i’m not as bad off as some.  It’s a weak way of thinking right?.

I sat in my car for over an hour this morning reading the owners manual and warrantee booklet. Not exactly the picture of excitement right? So, I thought i’d catch a movie. Not just any movie mind you…”THE PROTECTOR !!”
(A Note to the Reader: As a general rule I stray from movies with definite articles in their titles. There’s something about labeling a movie “THE” anything, that’s just retarted. Anyway, it rubbs me the wrong way.)

So i thought that at the very least I’d get to see an action flick, plus it’s foreign so double points for me rght? But these guys had so much more in mind.

They started out good, leaving the movie that was filmed in Thai with subtitles, my excitement jumped a bit, only to be smothered by an infectious laughter that spread through out the theater at the dubbing! This movie get’s 3 thumbs up from me!

1st, for the hilarious acting and dubbed dialogue. It doesn’t get any worse better than this folks.

2nd, for this one scene that’s about 3-4 minutes long where, in one contiuos shot, this guy wails about 36 people to the emergency room.

and 3rd, for this movie’s fair and equal represntation of every fighting style imaginable (complete with at least one sterotypical fighter)

If you’re into unintentional comedy, this one’s for you.

Have you ever called a friend’s cellphone, only to have someone else answer it? Like if they were in the bathroom dukin it out, or just plain busy? It’s kinda nice right? Nope.
It’s even worse when that person then acts like they have no clue who you are trying to reach, or even who you are, even though your name is very inconspicuously blazen right there on the Caller ID.

“Gee, I don’t know who i’m trying to reach..maybe it’s the person i’ve asked to speak to 6 times since you started this stupid little game. What are you 7 and a 1/2?? What, did he leave his phone at the Daycare again?I wanted to talk to him…not you. I’m sorry that you’re so lonely you’ve taken to answering other peoples phone calls. I’m sorry you’re retared. I’m sorry your stupid. Stop wasting my time.”

May I aslo say that it’s most often girls who find this to be funny, and that the only problems with the above senario are that the stupid girl who answered the phone is actually WITH the the guy you’re trying to get ahold of, and he’s probably trying to get some, and by so verbally raping this idiot you’re cock blocking your friend…so it’s just better to hang up. So i do.

You know, I really otta hand it to Snipers.

No, it’s not cause they are trained to silently slip through jungles unfettered by distance or conditions to kill whoever it is they’re after. No, it’s not for there surgen like stillness of hand, or there close relation to Ninjas. It’s because of something much farther out of the everyday reach. I admire them for their ability to not fall asleep.

That basically kicks all the ass in China.

How awesome would it be to be able to stay up for as long as you could keep yourself entertained unaffected by any lack of sleep?

I’m sick of being tired all the time, and i can’t find anything that will give me the desired effect. I’ve tried caffine, it just gives me anxious feeling in my chest like i’m about to speak in front of a crowd…which Seinfeld will tell you is the number one fear of all mankind, so that sucks even worse than being tired.

I know a kid who tried to get on this “Sleep 20 minutes every 4 hours” sleep schedule that i thought would have been candy. Turns out there’s like an 8 week adjustment period though. So it was the worst hell imaginable for 8 weeks and no one i’ve met can hack it through the adjustment period. So, though that’s better, it still doesn’t give us our inwardsinging-like goal of non-stop rock either.

Quite to the point, Sleep owns me. Whenever she calls i’m helpless to resist her. I’m the kid who’s alseep as he hits the pillow. NO snoring, NO rolling, just stone cold sleep, as silent as the grave. No matter where I am, or what i’m doing, if sleep hits…I’m out.

I’ve got to admit though that I prefer this to having the other side of thing be my lot. In fact, Insomnia should have a more disgusting name b/c wanting sleep and never getting it has got to be one of the worst things I can imagine. Let’s call it Unendingdirtvomitbodycoating syndrom. Yeah, see at least that’s more descriptive…