Sunday, September 30, 2007
Last of the Blog
So, I'm not really keeping this up anymore so I'm alerting my two readers that this blog will be going down just as soon as I figure out how to delete it:).
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
The Joys of Kickball
So I joined a kickball league. I joined this league many weeks ago and can't remember if I've told any of you about this but I'll just repeat: I joined a kickball league.
Why did I join this league? For various reasons. I know the captain of the team and he was worried he wouldn't have enough players so he emailed me one night asking that I join right away (that night) or else I'd miss the deadline. Under duress and feeling bad he wouldn't have enough players I did. The other was that I thought it would be an opportunity to meet new people. And I also got a free t-shirt.
With those reasons out of the way we had our first scrimmage a week ago and I was too lazy to blog about it at the time but it was fun and I did meet new people and I also helped our captain narrowly avoid stepping on a used needle in the park. You read that right; He almost stepped on a used needle. In a park. In L.A. Go figure.
I hadn't played kickball since, like, eighth grade and it wasn't as easy as I'd remembered. Then again, I didn't have a P.E. coach gently rolling the balls straight at me. These people take their kickball seriously. There are rules and people skinning their knees and cleats. A good portion of players have bought cleats! Those are the people who play year after year I'm guessing. I will not be one of those people so I see no need to buy cleats.
Our team is doing well thus far, right now we're 1-0, and it feels good to be undefeated. I got to kick once, and while I kicked well it was caught in the outfield, so right now I suck at kicking. I never had to catch a ball, so I never missed a ball, so right now I'm awesome in that regard. But I do have something to show for my effort: the front of my ankle is swollen and if I'm lucky it'll turn blue or even purple! There's nothing like an injury to show how hard you tried to kick it. Or the fact that you almost completely missed the ball when it bounced and it connected with your ankle instead of your foot. Either way sports injuries are cool.
Why did I join this league? For various reasons. I know the captain of the team and he was worried he wouldn't have enough players so he emailed me one night asking that I join right away (that night) or else I'd miss the deadline. Under duress and feeling bad he wouldn't have enough players I did. The other was that I thought it would be an opportunity to meet new people. And I also got a free t-shirt.
With those reasons out of the way we had our first scrimmage a week ago and I was too lazy to blog about it at the time but it was fun and I did meet new people and I also helped our captain narrowly avoid stepping on a used needle in the park. You read that right; He almost stepped on a used needle. In a park. In L.A. Go figure.
I hadn't played kickball since, like, eighth grade and it wasn't as easy as I'd remembered. Then again, I didn't have a P.E. coach gently rolling the balls straight at me. These people take their kickball seriously. There are rules and people skinning their knees and cleats. A good portion of players have bought cleats! Those are the people who play year after year I'm guessing. I will not be one of those people so I see no need to buy cleats.
Our team is doing well thus far, right now we're 1-0, and it feels good to be undefeated. I got to kick once, and while I kicked well it was caught in the outfield, so right now I suck at kicking. I never had to catch a ball, so I never missed a ball, so right now I'm awesome in that regard. But I do have something to show for my effort: the front of my ankle is swollen and if I'm lucky it'll turn blue or even purple! There's nothing like an injury to show how hard you tried to kick it. Or the fact that you almost completely missed the ball when it bounced and it connected with your ankle instead of your foot. Either way sports injuries are cool.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Video of the Day: Korean Baseball Fight
And I use the term "fight" loosely, because seriously, what the hell kind of goddamn fight is this?
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Movie Review: Hatchet
What can I say? I enjoyed it. Hands down one of the funnest horror films in a while and I actually jumped a few times (accompanied by that ever present LOUD GUITAR RIFT) and found myself laughing at the silliness.
It's not a perfect horror film by any means, but it's a cheap, independent film with great production value that actually looks like a professional film crew was involved, and not the director's brother and best friends with a digital camera.
The premise is simple enough: Two college buddies in New Orleans for Mardi Gras go on a haunted swap tour only to get stranded in "forbidden" territory by their con artist tour guide and have their hapless group picked off one by one by local legend Victor Crowley, a severely deformed, severely angry human mutant with daddy issues. Not that his daddy beat him or anything, quite the opposite, his daddy loved him dearly and died of a "broken heart" when he'd thought he'd killed his little ray of deformed sunshine on accident and thus Victor has been on a killing spree ever since...for no apparent reason.
It's all part of the fun I assure you. There are boobs for the boys, and gore for everyone else, including some unique killing scenes, one involving a sander, but for the most part Victor relies on his bare hands to get the dirty jobs done. There's a lot of humor (some unintentional) and I was happy to see the black guy not be the first one picked off (that honor went to the Jesus freaks in the film).
If you're looking to kill an hour and a half, it's not a bad option.
It's not a perfect horror film by any means, but it's a cheap, independent film with great production value that actually looks like a professional film crew was involved, and not the director's brother and best friends with a digital camera.
The premise is simple enough: Two college buddies in New Orleans for Mardi Gras go on a haunted swap tour only to get stranded in "forbidden" territory by their con artist tour guide and have their hapless group picked off one by one by local legend Victor Crowley, a severely deformed, severely angry human mutant with daddy issues. Not that his daddy beat him or anything, quite the opposite, his daddy loved him dearly and died of a "broken heart" when he'd thought he'd killed his little ray of deformed sunshine on accident and thus Victor has been on a killing spree ever since...for no apparent reason.
It's all part of the fun I assure you. There are boobs for the boys, and gore for everyone else, including some unique killing scenes, one involving a sander, but for the most part Victor relies on his bare hands to get the dirty jobs done. There's a lot of humor (some unintentional) and I was happy to see the black guy not be the first one picked off (that honor went to the Jesus freaks in the film).
If you're looking to kill an hour and a half, it's not a bad option.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
I Was Mistaken For A Prostitute
Walking back to the offices after running an errand down the street, I came across a vagrant on a bike who eyed me lecherously. He was on the other side of the street I was crossing, and when I got to his side he asked, "Are you working tonight?"
Here's the thing: It wasn't night, it was evening at best. And I can only guess he was asking me if I was going to partake in some nocturnal whoring because there was no other indication that I was employed (didn't even have my studio badge on) and since he was a guy asking a women about "working" and we were both standing on a "street" I guess he was expecting me to work that, which is odd seeing as I would have been the worst dressed whore EVER, in my jeans, Kswiss sneakers and a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle T-Shirt. Asshole.
Here's the thing: It wasn't night, it was evening at best. And I can only guess he was asking me if I was going to partake in some nocturnal whoring because there was no other indication that I was employed (didn't even have my studio badge on) and since he was a guy asking a women about "working" and we were both standing on a "street" I guess he was expecting me to work that, which is odd seeing as I would have been the worst dressed whore EVER, in my jeans, Kswiss sneakers and a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle T-Shirt. Asshole.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Observation
I caught the beginning of the Justin Timberlake special on HBO tonight, right when he was performing "Senorita." There's a part in the song where he does a to/from call (or whatever it was called) between the men and women. I was a bit confused. When he had the guys do their part it stayed focused on Justin and the male members of his band, but when they did the female call the cameras cut to the audience where hundreds of young, probably hormonal women, let out the chant without so much of a reminder of what they were supposed to be saying and you could hear it echo throughout Madison Square Garden. They went back to the men's portion and once again it cut to Justin and his band, and there was no such echo from the men in the audience. "I wonder," I wondered, "why they're showing the female audience of the crowd and not the men."
And then I had a revelation: This was a fucking Justin Timberlake concert. There were no men in the audience.
And then I had a revelation: This was a fucking Justin Timberlake concert. There were no men in the audience.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Video fo the Day: Kerouac Scroll Unrolled
I knew very little about Jack Kerouac's On the Road, but either I find this to be really cool or really odd, I can't figure out which. Considering he wrote it while on Benzedrine I think I'll lead towards the latter.
Cool Down
So last night brought a reprieve from the near sweltering heat Los Angeles had been suffering from. I left my friend's apartment building expecting to be smacked in the face with heat and instead I was greeted with a cool breeze, which continued through the night.
It was much appreciated, as I could actually sleep past 8 a.m. this morning, whereas before it would have been too hot to try and catch a bit more shuteye and no one likes to sleep in their own sweat. For many nights I'd been creating a wet spot and not the fun kind.
The news tells me that the worst of the heatwave is over, and I'd like to think that the weather actually read my blog and realized it was being unreasonable, seeing as it is now September and August is now long gone. There were some unfortunate losses from the heat wave, thus far a total of 15 people have died, most of them elderly and every morning I listened to the radio DJ reminding people not to leave any living thing locked in a hot car. You'd think people would have known that by now already, but I guess stupid can be slow on the uptake.
It was much appreciated, as I could actually sleep past 8 a.m. this morning, whereas before it would have been too hot to try and catch a bit more shuteye and no one likes to sleep in their own sweat. For many nights I'd been creating a wet spot and not the fun kind.
The news tells me that the worst of the heatwave is over, and I'd like to think that the weather actually read my blog and realized it was being unreasonable, seeing as it is now September and August is now long gone. There were some unfortunate losses from the heat wave, thus far a total of 15 people have died, most of them elderly and every morning I listened to the radio DJ reminding people not to leave any living thing locked in a hot car. You'd think people would have known that by now already, but I guess stupid can be slow on the uptake.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Video of the Day: Reggie Bush leveled
Seeing as he wasn't permanently injured I feel just fine posting this.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
It's Getting Hot In Here...
And I will, I WILL take off all my clothes. Just try and stop me.
I'm from Missouri, which is, from what I've been told by friends and family, scorching hot right now. However, California is trying to give it a run for it's money. Callie might never beat Missy, 'cause Missy's got this little Ace up her sleave called humidity, which added onto normal heat is a total bitch to deal with. As far as I know Callie's got what my boy from Aliens described as a "dry heat," ("Knock it off Hudson!")
Even still, I find myself no longer contemplating buying another fan to add to my little apartment, but now knowing I have to. It's like the weather in Callie up and realized it was August (which it isn't any longer) and went "oh shit!" and remembered to turn up the heat. It doesn't even get cool at night, which makes me think the weather is trying to catch up with what it's missed.
I had no choice but to wake up at nine a.m. (on a SUNDAY, the horrors!) because the heat was covering me like a blanket.
Hopefully the weather will cool down a bit as the weeks go on, it is September after all.
I'm from Missouri, which is, from what I've been told by friends and family, scorching hot right now. However, California is trying to give it a run for it's money. Callie might never beat Missy, 'cause Missy's got this little Ace up her sleave called humidity, which added onto normal heat is a total bitch to deal with. As far as I know Callie's got what my boy from Aliens described as a "dry heat," ("Knock it off Hudson!")
Even still, I find myself no longer contemplating buying another fan to add to my little apartment, but now knowing I have to. It's like the weather in Callie up and realized it was August (which it isn't any longer) and went "oh shit!" and remembered to turn up the heat. It doesn't even get cool at night, which makes me think the weather is trying to catch up with what it's missed.
I had no choice but to wake up at nine a.m. (on a SUNDAY, the horrors!) because the heat was covering me like a blanket.
Hopefully the weather will cool down a bit as the weeks go on, it is September after all.
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