Betty & Veronica go goth

This is a nice time waster. The guy's blog seems an interesting mix of personal and professional I might add. Those canadians...

We cheered me up

My recent bout o' the blues was assuaged somewhat this evening by that unlikely pick-me-up: the We channel. That's 'We' as in Women's Entertainment but whatever...

So right there in the middle of my 'i'm totally lost in my pre-middle age, what the hell am i going to do' subroutine when Jake Ryan pops up on my desktop. Such a well complected young guy, ain't he?

Madonna Offers Nothing Innovative - Still Huge Media Construct

"Hung Up" is boring. So are her suspiciously timed snatches at headlines.
I wish she would prove her relevancy.
The photo sightings outside the Roxy are a nice juicy touch though.

[Music] Free, fresh, fat beats

Shut up.
I'm finally getting back to music and no matter how you slice it, i'm still a fan of the trancier/ progressive/non-vocal/electronic sort. Is that too particular and/or retro? Tough.

XTC Radio streams great high-quality trance/prog house.

In iTunes it's Radio->Electronic->towards bottom of list of streams.
It's also available on the web.

I like it.

Oh. My. God.

Pizazz, huh?

I'm going to get a drink and ponder what I've just seen.

I want this

Schwinn Sting-Ray Classic Series in coppertone.

Patches

Wow...These little patches sure pack a nice little buzz in them.
I'm sporting the Step 3 model right now, slapped carefully over my right shoulder.
After about 10 minutes, it begins to burn slightly, then itch worse. Some moments after that, a general foggy-headed type of euphoria kicks in. It's all very dramatic.

Intesting phenomenon, this addiction thing. I went for 2 days with no nicotine substitution, then today felt weak with heavy craving, so I went back to the box of patches. I think I shall use the entire course of them, regardless of whether or not I feel that I 'need' them, as I am hellbent on interrupting this cycle once and for all.

Wish me luck and thank the powers that be that I'm isolated during this.
Well, I have a comrade who's detoxing similarly -- but I'll leave that for another entry.

How Curious George Escaped the Nazis & Other Fun Things

From the NYT - "Curious George is every 2-year-old sticking his finger into the light socket, pouring milk onto the floor to watch it pool, creating chaos everywhere. One reason the mischievous monkey is such a popular children's book character is that he makes 4- to 6-year-olds feel superior: fond memories, but we've given all that up now." This article is both informative and uplifting. And who doesn't dig that wild little guy?

From Internet Radio: XTC Radio James Lauer XTCRadio Session July 13th 2005 Encore
Check out this nice little chop up at the beginning of the clip (18 Mbs) of Bette Davis Eyes that played on XTC Radio (hit it via their website or iTunes -> Radio -> Electronic -> XTC Radio 160 kbps). It's on here pretty much all afternoon thru the cocktail hours.

Washed Up

I still have yet to wrap my head around the fact that the figure to the left is the President of the United States...I'm mortified. Literally.

And while we're on it, Paris Hilton had a quickly aborted attempt at a music career now didn't she? Yes, I believe she did and her first only single was so aptly titled, "Screwed". Marketing genuis - the song sucks as hard as she does. Literally.

Oh Snap! I didn't.

Yes I did.


Well, if you want to amuse or divert your self from the truths given above, make your name in Coldplay X&Y code here.

Any movie that can mix Lamb's "Gorecki" into the sung dialogue and reference Anthony Michael Hall's rev-up in 16 Candles gets a nod of the hat. In the second evening of I'm Becoming A Huge Fag, I watched Moulin Rouge with my boy. Understand, this comes on the heels (pun intended) of lip-synching Mommie Dearest last night. (Both of which were available freely & easily via satelite, mind you). Television is getting really, really gay. So am I it seems. Gross.

To encapsulate: Moulin Rouge as a movie and audio mixing endeavor rocks.
I began crushing on Nicole Kidman whilst viewing this. She's architecturally gifted and seems like a nice girl who's just trying to get by. Watching her comic jumpings about to the tune of the Can-can is quite a sight to see. Check it, I rec it.

Oh shit, Truth or Dare is on now.. I picked a great week to quit smoking. For realz.

Friday

Despite the smackdown from Potential Great Job Offerer, I'm back in the fucking saddle (see below), guns blazing..

Of course, I mean I've thrown smoking cessation into the mix on top of all the bullshit I got going on upstairs about My Job/Life. So far so good.

Obnoxious Idea #1: upper arm tatoo of outline of nicoderm (transparent) patch peeling up slightly at edge

File Under: New Paradigm

Tonight whilst killing time on my computer, I summoned up my DirecTV guide. As I flipped thru the channels I stumbled across a channel that had one of those "Boycott satellite Taxes in North Carolina!!" length names.. It's the Google Channel, y'alls..From the Internets!! Actually, it's pretty fucking sweet, in my humble opinion. They do these cute flashbacks for the +21 viewer that is like the opening for a Sunday night Charlie Brown or Battle of the Network Stars special, and runs a computer related story from like 1981..
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JapanandFemaleEggDonation. No joke. Okay, so expect to see from now on, many more references to this new supplier. Like when you find a new connection, and it's really sweet.

Shape of things to come

After having this machine for almost 6 months, I've finally sorted out the TV tuner built in. Now, add 300+ channels from satelite, and I can become to TV what Gene Shalit is to movies... Just some teasers on the content I've recorded and *could* share if i were feeling nice:


大いちょう o-ichou on sumo wrestler


Al Roker talking with an obvious expert how to avoid bear attacks in the woods..I'm not kidding. She's wearing suede pants for fucks' sake.


This is sweet -- Normal Fell/Mister Roper talking to Cleopatra Jones.


Except for that stupid sumo documentary bullshit, who says TV is garbage?

File Under: Waste of a Domain

A typical morning - I rouse, make coffee, then settle in to read the news and whatnot. I come across this drivel and click-thru to hit the primary source -- Concerned Women of America..Jokers, I say. It's funny because I think I know many many concerned women in America and none of them hold beliefs in line with this charade of an organization. These "women" are boycotting Starbucks (no problem there) because the company "funds and promotes homosexual activism".
Ladies, I can only throw out a "what the fuck??" to that.

Check out the About page of their mangy website:

CWA is built on prayer and action. (HAHAHA Like the Greatest American Hero..No wait, he flew on a wing & a prayer)
We are the nation's largest public policy women's organization with a rich 25-year history of helping our members across the country bring Biblical principles into all levels of public policy.

Now last time I checked, ladies, this nation is built on the notion that your Biblical principles remain separate from PUBLIC POLICY. It almost makes me wish I'd see the day when all these Ambrosia-toting, Veggie-Tales reading bitches have to bow before Koranic (?) principles melded into public policy.

And the icing on the cake with this group -- the head of their PR dept. is a dude.
Stupid people with a microphone would be amusing if the hubris wasn't so great.

Some Basics

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1. Microsoft Windows products are inferior and whore-ish, technically yet I am often forced -- due mainly to laziness & ignorance -- to use them.
2. I use Mozilla to browse and I don't care what happens to those who use Explorer, technically.

Thank you. I needed to get that off my chest as this laptop, for the buzzilionth time, has suffered due to vulnerabilities and gaping security holes in the glorious piece of shit that is IE.

In the future I'm going to make every effort to avoid posting such geeky (and obvious) things.

*Image nabbed from this dude's blog whose sentiment I echo.

Henceforth

I shall be using my outside voice from this point on. Enough said.

Tomorrow all is set for my relocation to Manhattan Beach. I've got the keys in hand and an addendum to the lease (thanks Monica, you real-estate tool) allowing for installation of a satelite dish so that I may receive tons of useless channels albeit with an interface preferable to that of the local cable provider's which is hideous beyond description.

Thusly, this will become a repository for assorted stimulating sundries.

Open Letter to Tim Story

Dear Director of Fantastic Four,

As a hardworking Research Scientist/Artist myself, it is with great regret that I advise you to abandon your current career path. Your most recent effort, Fantastic Four, was a complete failure. Oh I wanted to enjoy your interpretation of this intriguing quartet's tale with critical abandon. I was willing to lose myself in the rippling abs and melon-like delts of the Human Torch and the alluring, sexy-but-demure Sue Storm -- but alas nothing in your piece of shit feature film came close to the compelling action or psycho-drama that emanated from the flimsy yet entertaining pages of the comics that your film ripped off referenced. At the same time, you managed to under exploit the only assets the cast had to offer (read: Alba's & Evans' physiques).

If I were Jessica Alba or Chris Evans, (I actually learned his name whilst writing this. Until now I referred to him as that well-built Human Torch bitchboy) I'd be pissed at you for dumping such a massive obstacle onto the path of my career trajectory. In other words: you did a fine classic comic book and some very pretty actors a serious disservice and your movie sucked balls (not the good kind).

Sincerely yours,
Ctrl-freak

PS - How come Dr. Reed's clothes stretched with him when he first learned of/used his supernatural power to save the fireman falling from the bridge when neither Invisible Girl or Human Torch's garments afforded them the same convenience? And what the hell upper body regimen was that Human Torch on during filming? He was ripped. Just askin'... -C.F

gyu-gyu

who knew there was yakitori and shabu shabu in the hood. kampai!

Manhattan Beeyotch

I signed a lease on a place that is a short walk from this view. Hahah, the irony stings like sunburn. Hahaha bitches! No more NYC crackheads yelling ("Oye!") waking me up. Palms swaying in the wind.

No seriously, for the first time in a while I feel really excited about things..(Not you, Pats)






Enjoy this walking tour of the new 'hood:
1 Block towards the ocean is the Kettle -- 24 effing hour diner right around the corner! Schweet for the late night friends, and props for the 3D sign with neon.

Continuing down the boulevard, off on a side street we find this Starsky & Hutch alleyway next to the old parking structure. Can't wait to wander these back alleys discovering the seamy underbelly of MB. I'm rethinking my car situation (since I'm not going to get my dad's Metropolitan - which by the way, matches the railings down at the MB pier) and now a regular Jeep like the one I got in Key West seems most appropriate.


One more block down to the ocean. The sidewalks are blue tiles and have little walls (for the idiot pedestrians I guess to keep them from wandering onto the streets or for the idiot drivers from drifting into the shopping lane). In any case, they are cute and clean. And hello to the young lad in the white tank just sitting by the road. Onward ho!



At the bottom of the hills (jeezus!) there are 4 pubs within spitting proximity of each other, the pier, and the strand. Tonight we dined at Beaches, from where this snap was snapped.
The observation platform overlooking the beach and the pier. The inlay reads:

Beyond this point lies the rest of the world The 3 cardinal directions reference New Zealand, Australia, and Vietnam.

Last Night in NYC

My apartment is almost empty. I like the sound in here better without all the shit. It resonates. Anyways, rough day to NJ with movers, loaded truck, back to NYC, repack car, out to LI give nana tv/dvd player, dine with family, say goodbye to family, train back to city. i'm looking forward to coming back a new man. Thanks for the good times, shittay. I've outgrown you.