Below are the 25 most recent journal entries.
Sorry I haven't been updating. I'm over at www.technoctopus.com these days.
And after rolling a natural 20...
While my normal website (www.technoctopus.com) is going strong, I just fired up my social experiment I'm doing. I have no clue how well it'll go, but I figure I'll learn something about myself. Who knows what. Check it out! (www.ikillit.com)
A "New" Car
Pimp my ride?
More writing of mine up at www.technoctopus.com.
I watch the watchmen
I will write something more in depth later but I really liked Watchmen. It was a great adaptation from the Graphic Novel to the screen... I am glad that I saw it in Imax... I'm not glad that at some point I lost my car keys. Argh.
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Are you fucking serious?
So I've been known to hahaha at stuff, but it's been a while since I've Bwahahaha'd at something. I give to you, I shit you not, Donkey Punch, the movie.
A serious horror movie, about guys on a boat, and one of them donkey punches a chick and kills her.
I don't have anything else to say to that other than...
My Guardian Angel
I met my guardian angel the other day. I almost got hit by a car and he was like "Woah dude" And I was like "Thanks guardian angel"
I have the best guardian angel ever.
Here's a picture of him.
I found some writing from my train trip from Los Angeles to Houston. Some of it is decidedly mediocre but one of the things I really liked. I still remember very vividly the scene I described.
I think this is as close as I'll ever
feel to hurtling through space. I sit and
by the shaking and rocking of the train,
I am certain that I am in motion. And
occasionally there is a scream and a rush
outside, blackening and strobing the
occassional street light star.
The noises the passing train makes sound
much like a starfighter's engines. But I
sit facing a window and looking out. I see
more of the inside of the train than anything else.
It's beautiful. It's an allegory for life.
Mankind in motion,
but for me it's all blind. There's no
headlights to illuminate where we're headed.
Just the occassional burst of light and
me alone with my thoughts.
((Cross Posted on Technoctopus.com))
I just bit-torrented Mozart. Talk about some weird version of old meets new.
So I finally have my blog updated and moved over from W2 to Wordpress and it's an amazing difference.
The RSS is at [Unknown LJ tag]
I have no clue if that link will work. The site itself is
It's a little disturbing to me looking at my list of tags, how many entries legitimately have me almost dying in them. Ah well, whatcha gunna do?
Writer's Block: Listening In
Even if you're not actively eavesdropping, you can hear some interesting things. What's the best conversation you've ever overheard?
If it wasn't for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college.
I'm totally undecided. Gofberg thinks it's a good call. The jury's still out for me. If you've got the time, and are unfamiliar with Cowboy Bebop, go ahead and watch the following 8 minute clip from youtube.
So now that you've seen a little bit of cowboy bebop and spike's character. In movie blogs it was announced today who'se been cast as Spike in the upcoming live action Cowboy Bebop movie:
Lets be honest, you can stop that video about 10 seconds in.
I dunno, Keanu as Spike? I can see it, but that can also be an abject failure. Keanu is a total tossup. At least he knows Kung Fu, just like Spike.
I got them Sunday Morning Hobo Blues
So I had a really weird weekend. On Friday night I got a late ride out to the Orange Line station, then cruised it in to hang out with Manu for the night. It was a good night, I got to check out the Roberto Alomar show and catch up with Todd, Gian, Scott, Will and Kevin. It was nice to see all those improvy folk again, and afterwards I met up with Manu for some Gyros and then we watched a new episode of Monk and Psyche. Monk was good, Psyche, as usual, was awesome. It's up there on my list of great TV shows worth watching. I passed out on Manu's couch mildly drunk, and mildly hookah buzzed. Happy times.
The following day we woke up late and Manu headed to Agoura to finish working on his new coffee table he's building, and I wandered around Glendale looking for Gamers. At some point I actually almost died, I was talking or texting to Christian, I forget which, and suddenly the minivan at the crosswalk I was crossing, infront of me, began to rev its engine. I paused and looked curiously at the guy driving the thing, and he had a look of horror on his face, and suddenly he just lurched out into the middle of oncoming traffic. Had I not stopped walking, I would have gotten obliterated. Miraculously, he somehow avoided getting mauled by oncoming traffic and either decided he wanted to live or regained control of his vehicle. Then I hung out for game stuff and Frank Romeo gave me a ride into Santa Monica on Saturday night.
After checking my online bank balance and discovering that I had exactly 10 dollars to my name I knew the rest had to be calculated carefully. I got some Coffee from some VERY unhappy to be serving me waitresses at the Dennys off of Lincon, which I highly recommend you never go to, and then after about an hour or so, left there, walked around for a bit, then walked into the Norms, right across the street, for some more coffee and some pancakes. I then stumbled out of the Norms and my hoboness truly kicked in.
First I've been deathly ill the past several weeks, secondly, I drank like 16 cups of coffe, and third, when I've been sick, going from warm comfy temperatures to cold ones literally make me gag. I have no clue why, but there I was, stumbling down Santa Monica Blvd at 6 AM, coughing and occasionally leaning over to Ralph, wearing an oversized huge green jacket and carrying a hugely oversized knapsack with a buncha junk in it. I truly felt as though I had transcended into devine hobo-tude.
I made it down to the Santa Monica Pier, and wandered there for a while. It's REALLY cool at 6:30 because it's still dark and just starting to get light, so there's no one around, and all the lights are still on. It gives a very cool and kindof abandoned look to everything. Then at the end of the pier I got to just sit and listen to the waves and sealions and look at the moon reflecting off of very still, very dark water. It was pretty awesome. There were also some weird art students or who knows what setting up crosses in the sand. There were a bazillion of them.
When I had sortof nodded off a bit, sitting at the end of the pier and listening to the waves, and some guy randomly wandered up and started eyeballing me, my hobo-senses told me it was time to move on, so I left the bench I was on which he immediatly laid down on, and headed down onto the beach itself. It was pretty awesome walking the beach in the pre-dawn, and there were actually a fair number of people sacked out along the beach (there was a tent, and maybe 5-7 people within a mile of the pier to the north). I wandered along and stopped into the men's room which was pretty much the most horrifying part of the whole ordeal. Mostly because there were a bunch of stalls with no doors on them and little concrete walls. It looked like some sort of horrible POW camp bathroom. I just took a leak and headed down to the beach (hey I'd been standing near the ocean for HOURS... what do you want from me?)
Then I just threw out the towel I had gotten from Fromeo, laid down with my head on my bag and went to sleep. It was pretty warm, the sound of the water was relaxing and there wasn't anyone there to bother me. Then as the sun came up I warmed up more and drifted in and out of sleep as people jogged or trundled by in the early morning. Hands down the best part was when I noticed someone walk up the beach wearing black jeans which were soaking wet, carrying his shoes and wearing a backpack with no shirt. The guy was in his mid 50's and he wandered over towards me. I had a hat and sunglasses on but aparently he still managed to figure out I was awake, or was just super creepy, because he walked up and stood about 3 feet to my left.
After a few moments he looked down at me and said "I am from Russian"
To which I replied "Oh"
He looked at me for a moment and said "They Bite?"
I looked at him curiously for a moment, then he took his right arm and clamped it down on his left in the universal sign for 'shark attack' I suppose.
"They bite?" he asks, making the same motion and pointing towards the ocean.
I grudgingly sit up to see what the hell the guy is talking about, and right there, about 10 feet from the shore, are a trio of dolphins splashing around. We watched them for a bit and looked at me again and said a word in Russian which I assumed to be 'shark' and he made the motion again and asked "They Bite?"
Aparently my hoboness had translated into 'Sea Sage'. I shook my head at him "No dude, they're dolphins. They don't bite" I shook my head no and made the bite sign. "They dont bite... they're dolphins"
He was quiet for a moment, watching them, then he repeated "Dolphin" with a crazy thick Russian accent and I nodded and he nodded. So he dropped his backpack, dropped his pants, and clad in the smallest speedo I've ever seen, and I played Water Polo in High School, he ran out and splashed into the water. I watched dumbfounded as the dolphins swam off, and he stood there knee high in the water for a bit and then came back, collected his pants and went on his way.
I went back to sleep again, and then the planet said 'Hey, it's time to wake up' by way of sending a crashing wave of water cascading up my legs. I managed to save my bag and the computer inside but my towel and feet got soaked, so I carried around a soaking wet towel for the rest of the day. Yum.
I then wandered down Venice Boulevard, taking in the sights. I sat at the world famous muscle beach for a while and lamented how downhill THAT project has gone. Watched the crazy mind blasted nutjobs and crazy old drunks wander around, and eventually made my way over to Davy's place where I crashed for a few nights. All in all, it was an awesome, if not discordian, experience, and I totally earned my hobo-merit badge.
War Inc. Had an awesome cast, and while it was a sortof very weird movie, Ben Kingsley alone made it worth watching, hands down.
Fuck you 2009
So far in 2009 I've been so sick I felt like I was going to die, my dog had a seizure, and Taylor passed away.
And we're not even a full week in yet.
This is going to be a dozy of a year.
The Bro Code
So, I was talking to Davy today and I realized... the problem with the Bro Code is whenever someone fucks up and breaks the Bro Code, you just go "Dude, that was un-bro of you" or "Dude, not cool" or "Fuck dude!"
But that's generally it, so starting in 2009, I'm instituting a Man Tax. From now on when someone breaks the Bro Code (and specifically just the Bro Code, Party Fouls and general boners don't count), you're allowed to levy a Man-Tax upon them, generally repayable in beer. I will be happy to arbitrate any confusion in relation to appropriate levies and fines. But I'd be happy to discuss things, I'd say in general, a violation of the Bro Code should result in a six-pack of domestic beer fine. If you really fuck up, the quality of beer, and quantity of beer will be increased.
So sayeth I!
How did no one tell me about The Foot Fist Way? This movie was fucking -gold-. I specifically recommend it for Kevin, or people who generally enjoyed Napoleon Dynamite.
Just... trust me, go watch it.
This is from a little while ago that I found while poking through my GoogleDocs. I think I wrote this when Captain America died and I had a bit of a realization but... I could just be confused ;P
Hunting for Innocence
It seems like such an incredible
thing to regain.
In a world of death, hate, and jealousy,
how can I rediscover innocence?
How do I recapture the wide-eyed wonder
Amazement now is a chuckle...
I have lost wonder. It was stolen from me
I can not say when exactly. But it
was an instant sudden slaying when in
a heartbeat I realised the lies around me.
The trick in a magic trick lost its magic.
Books were less like door ways to adventure,
and more like stories of adventure,
Love could be measured. Hatred was real.
Good did not always triumph.
And super-heroes vanished brutally from
I was looking over my Livejournal interests lists and I noticed... first, that I spelled the Bard's name wrong, which amused me, then I noticed several of my interests aren't really interests anymore. I've never really done a meme before but here goes, whomever wants to... check out your interests and comment on some of them that stick out to you.
How boring for a meme...
"anything white wolf" - Anything is pretty broad but sure
"day of defeat" - Yeah I couldn't possibly tell you the last time I played Day of Defeat.
"ice cream" - How much of the stereotypical fat kid does it make me that out of like, 20 interests listed, the only real food related interest is ice cream. Whatever. Bring it.
"mario party 2" - I find this weirdly specific
"rum and coke" - Rum and cokes are amazing, but I find myself drinking Jack and Coke's 9 times out of 10 instead when I'm out. Though Davy's crazy "Dark and Stormy" has quickly become my new favorite
"shakespear" - Yeah I dunno
"smash brothers" - I had a lot of video games on my favorites
"steak with a1 sauce" - Ah I didn't see this before.. Apparently it's all red meat and ice cream. Thank you to all the cows who donated to my culinary satisfaction.
"us bombs" - I wouldn't say I like the US bombs any less than I did before, but I think I know like... one US bombs song. I don't think I ever was like "Fuck yeah! The US Bombs!" other than that one song that goes "GOOOOOOOOOOOO 45... mph! GOOOOOOOO Down a hill, on a skate", cause it's awesome... but yeah that's pretty much it, out of all the music I listen to, how is this on here but like Sublime isn't?
"warhammer 40k" - Same thing, couldn't tell you the last time I played 40k
"www.discussanything.com" - I still remember Enter the Vortex bitches. That was some OG shit. Having a website listed that you haven't checked in years definitely makes something no longer an interest. I'm totally updating my interests list. It's 4 AM... what the hell else am I going to do?
Fuck, the ending of Life this week gave me such a hard on. What an awesome show.
Yay for Elle Parker Cannis
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So... anyone wanna take a crack at what THIS dream meant?
I dreamt I was getting married to an indian girl (dots not feathers). We were meeting up in the parking lot to a 'public' building. Like a rec center or school or something. I was running late of course, and someone was driving me (one of my good friends, I forget which, but I think it was Manu). As we pulled up I was like "Dude, I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt" and he handed me a pair of suit pants and a dress t-shirt. I changed in the car and as I got out my sister came up and hugged me and informed me that she felt bad because all my friends had shown up, but my bride to be just had her mom and dad here. And at this point I realized oh, this is also an arranged marriage. Even though I never met her in the dream, I knew she was scared and nervous.
I ran into Joe and Tiffany and my mom had a suit jacket for me to put on, and there was some dancing going on pre-wedding and I was talking to people, and as I went inside to meet my bride... I woke up...
Exuant: The Return
So I'm flying back into LA for 2 weeks for a buddy's wedding and the birth of another friend's child, then it's back out to Houston for my finals.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Houston George Bush Intercntl. (IAH) to Los Angeles International (LAX)
Departure (IAH): November 24, 3:47 PM CST (afternoon)
Arrival (LAX): November 24, 5:28 PM PST (evening)
Monday, December 8, 2008
Los Angeles International (LAX) to Houston George Bush Intercntl. (IAH)
Departure (LAX): December 8, 2:25 PM PST (afternoon)
Arrival (IAH): December 8, 7:35 PM CST (evening)
I've always loved Deadpool. He's like spider man with guns. He knows kung fu, and he can't die. That's awesome. It makes him entertaining and very fun for me to read. And in the upcoming Wolverine: Origins movie he'll be played by Ryan Reynolds, which I think is a perfect choice.
As I was catching up on my comic reading I came across a page which encapsulated why I love Deadpool so much. It's after the cut, it's work safe, and something about it just makes me smile
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I just want to say Corey wins at life. I've spent the last who knows how long trying to figure out what the song they played in those old school Knott's Berry Farm Commercials was.
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