I’m such a horrible influence on people. If you need a friend’s advice, I’m definitely not the one who you should be talking to. I am your friend, but I’d hate to give you my advice because you’ll eventually fall over with it and I’m telling you this as a good friend. This is my way of giving my friends an advice: to not ask for an advice from me.
Now that it’s done for now…I’m gonna go finish this (shooting script) draft, sleep, wake up early, go pick up my friends, buy cheap drinks on our way out, head over to my APO brother’s house, talk about the music video/short film draft, drink all afternoon, and hopefully sober up by the time that meeting starts. I owe my friend a 40 anyway and it’s been long overdue so I’ll pitch in a sunny D and make them some brass monkey. If I could scrap together enough money…I would totally mix up a jagerbomb and the quantum leap or perhaps I should save those for March.
good night.
Cops are always involved in my life.
Today, two cops came to our house. They were [] this close to turning our house upside down for an investigation because we were accused for stealing some well-heeled girls’ cellphones at the bar AND then hiding their sim cards somewhere in our house just so we can do illegal shit under the table. Thankfully, they didn’t strip our house down, but if they did, my other housemate would’ve gotten caught for the possession of illegal substances. It was batshit crazy. Well, I remained calm…’cause once again, I’ve been stranded on an island of stupid troubles before…the banana boat just took me back to the island.
The cops still have their eyes on our house, unfortunately. The neighbors probably don’t like having us around here anymore, but whatever. I’ve got nothin’ to hide. If the cops approach our porch again and give me that condescending chat, then I will for real…turn this house upside down.
In the end…it’s just another anecdote of reckless laughter.
Thanks for the autographs, Wyldlife. Thanks for mailing this to my house, AnnMarie.
Gonna meet these guys soon…pretty pretty soon. They’re gonna toss up the house with their punkaholic music, sweat off golden beer, and tell you to fuck off if you ever complain about the ruckus.
Footwork - “Ignorance”
He can sing, he can rap, he can lay down the beats, he can carry out memorable hooks to your ears, hips, and feet…cheers to Merrifield Records’ new hip-hop band, FOOTWORK! Or are they more like hip-rock? I’m in a blithesome mode right now…high on jubilation at the moment thanks to Mike for signing them to the label.
This is only a video recording of their show at Jammin Java. I’ve decided to post this up since they don’t have any official recordings out, so this oughta suffice for now. Now listen to them! Wanna bring them to your college campus ground? Okay, then let’s talk…’cause ya know, I want to bring them as well, so let’s talk and work this out.
Btw, thanks to the person who recorded this. Glad to be able to take a sneak peek into Footwork’s musical lair.
Kissing School - “Your Singing Voice”
Quick update. Kissing School was recently signed to Merrifield Records and it features Gary from The Danvilles. How cool are they for jammin’ out with an extraterrestrial being in a cozy robe in a cozy holiday home? Doesn’t happen that often with musicians, or just anyone for that matter. Hit play and get touched by their extraterrestrial shock.
Okay, it’s sooo tempting to post a video by Footwork. I think I will post it. Yeah, I will. Give me a minute while I go decide which one to put up.
Believe it or not, Mike signed a kickass hip hop band to Merrifield. I’ll definitely unveil the music and the band name once they release their first set of recordings! All I can say for now is that this band will NOT disappoint the hip-hop lovers…and of course, the rock lovers too if your mind and ears are opened to the wonderful sound of hip-hop.
Also, my friends and I or rather THEY need your help. They need a few more “likes” on the Merrifield Records page to reach another goal (besides from reaching 1k), so I hope you click the link above and check em out. If you dig the project, then let em know by hitting the “like” button! No pressure.
I’ve been asked numerous times “If you had to get a tattoo, what would it be?”
Grapes.
When I get old and wrinkly, they’d only look like raisins and I love raisins.
Got this from my favorite store on Main Street, SHOWTIME COSTUMES. What makes this place one of the best shops to visit is its old tenebrous two-story house where the jittery mindwarp takes place once you set foot past the door ringer. The store is run by this old lady (owner) and her granddaughter (I think, or her daughter). The owner’s name is Nikki and she is wicked cool; I italicize that word because she reminds me of this mysterious zingara who owns a fortune-telling/hypnosis tavern downstairs in the bleak basement where the hopeless souls find themselves trapped in her scrying pool. Wouldn’t be surprised if this was true, but regardless, she is COOL. Anyway, the place is jam-packed with crackloads of costumes, masks, and random severed heads dangling from the ceilings, which I like to call the chandelier of horror. The King Kong prop is like the best item that they have up for sale - if I had the money, I would totally place King Kong in the corner of my bedroom and perhaps sleep in his arms during the drunken weekends.
After rummaging through the stockpiles of small costume items, the sheep mask was certainly THE one that caught my attention. Very innocent looking mask worn by the most sinful beings on earth, such as myself. The eerie dichotomous characteristics of this concept has painfully penetrated its way into my head like a freight train.
It also reminded me of what cognitive dissonance might look symbolically, which also reminds me…I should get a Fox mask at some point because this whole thing is sucking me back to my Aesop childhood.
The dumbest thing that you can possibly do is to talk about your dreams.
Never talk about them.
Dream goal, dream project, dream job, dream whatever you come up with in your head…keep those to yourself. The more you talk about them, the more those would remain as dream figments in your poor choice of thinking.
Good morning,
Got a hankering stomach with the bottomless pit? Gratify your unhappy tummy with my sub-par recipe. Great for the drunkards who have coughed up their guts till their very last undigested piece of carrot had made its exit through the mouth.
Hope I’ve caught your appetite there…
I haven’t eaten anything but greek salad and italian pasta salad at home for the past month, so I’ve decided to make myself a semi-unhealthy dish. As I was eating, my tummy moaned “oh yeah~ baby~ give it to me, baby~” (pretentious self, much?)
Chicken breast (cut into smaller chunks)
Egg omelette (yes, it’s overcooked. so fucking what? it’s on my plate, not yours.)
Steamed rice
Is there a name for this? Like…White Russian Meets Hawaiian Bum On Christmas Eve?
Anyway, I just made this for myself and it’s delicious as fuck. I’m usually bad with cocktails, but I recently became really interested in the fun laboratory world of bartenders, so I’ve decided to start my own experiment. I have a friend who is linking me up with a local bartender who might be able to teach me the basics starting summer of 2012. A lot of bartenders are getting hired around here, so I might as well train myself and hop on board, right?
-Milk
-Vodka (made another one with just rum)
-Pina Colada mixer
-Southern Sweet Tea (blend it with strawberry jam)
-Maple Syrup
-Lime shavings (can’t really see in the pic)
-Cinnamon powder on top
Thought I’d post this before I continue onto my second sip.
Happy Chanukah. Peace.
“Bronx Sniper” - Mister Heavenly
One of the few awesome music videos I’ve seen all semester. I totally like the thought put into this video. Clever and oozes brilliance. “Don’t Stop” music video for Foster the People is another eye-fetchiningly great work. Once you see Gabourey (from the movie, “Precious”) you’re gonna get all pumped up…so pumped that your heart might explode. Luckily, I’ve saved myself from such tragedy.
Exactly a month from now the entire shooting script must be done regardless of the pending status of the underground show. Whether they come or not, we will make this happen.
Wrote an entire lore on the symbol of carousel. Tomorrow is going to be all about that eerie sheep mask.
