Downgrading Disneyland
Well, it ain't no Disneyland, but I guess Universal Studios will suffice.
Tomorrow, my Disneyland annual pass expires. This is the first time I'm not going to be able to get into Disneyland whenever I want in around 10 years!
Why am I not renewing it, you ask? Mainly because I don't want to pay the $200 to renew it. Plus, with Angel Wing Jasmine moving up north again, I probably wouldn't go as often to justify its price. Plus, I'd have to pay for it myself, and well, frankly, I'd rather get something cooler. Can you say iPod Mini?
Okay, maybe not an iPod Mini, but possibly a digital camera.
But anyway, I may end up getting a new annual pass when the 50th Anniversary celebration kicks off. Or if I don't have the Punky Power to resist the urge to go to D-Land, I may renew in October when the Haunted Mansion Holiday returns.
Okay, so today, I went with Angel Wing Jasmine to Universal Studios Hollywood to try out the new Revenge of the Mummy ride. I heard a lot of negative reviews of the ride, so I wasn't expecting much. We went before the park opened and they make you wait an extra thirty minutes after official park opening before opening the Mummy ride. Now for the review...
The ride was surprisingly good! The line is themed pretty well; your typical Egyptian tomb with cave drawings and such. The story is that as long as there's darkness, the mummy shall reign... and that's what happens during the ride. There is a solar eclipse, so the mummy is wreaking havoc in his own tomb, which for some reason you are exploring.
The coaster car moves forward where you see some scarab beetles, a bunch of living undead mummies, zombie hands reaching down at you from the ceiling, and then Imhotep himself proclaming, "YOUR SOULS ARE MINE!"
Then it zooms you into the fast coaster portion and I must say that it is really fun. You get some good airtime during the sharp turns. Then it stops and then continues backwards until you reach the firey end. It's a lot of fun and I wasn't disappointed.
We also rode Jurassic Park, the tram tour, Terminator 2: 3-D, the sound stages, and the Van Helsing maze. But the park gets so damn packed that it sucks. There are a lot of dumb people there, incredibly annoying people who just get on your nerves. I've found that it's damn near impossible to just sit down, get comfortable, and hang out in that park. The park is dirty and ugly looking and feels ghetto. But it does have a few good rides. Bottom line is that I'm gonna have to suffer through this crap for a year because I bought an annual pass for Universal Studios because it was only $10 more than the park admission price. Actually, I'll probably just never go again.
One last thing of note... There's an Abercrombie & Fitch store at CityWalk and we went into it. There was NO ONE in there. I was browsing the store and found that all their stuff is all the same looking from years ago. So I came to the hypothesis that Abercrombie & Fitch is losing popularity. It just seems like everyone, I guess, has a closet full of Abercrombie looking clothes already and doesn't need to spend $50 for another rugby shirt. All there stuff is exactly the same and boring at this point (though I did see some new pink shirts to reflect the new guy trend that The Gap is trying to establish. Yeah, good luck with that losers).
So, if A&F is losing steam, I'm happy for it. Even though I own a few Abercrombie articles of clothing, their crap was always overrated and way overpriced. Plus they're racist pieces of sh**. And stuck up too.
But then Angel Wing Jasmine assured me that Abercrombie was out and that the new "thing" is Von Dutch. No offense to anyone, but whoever wants to spend so much for a stupid trucker hat is just plain retarded. They're stupid. And so are the hats.
Oooh BURN!
Sun burning,
Ricky
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Friday, July 09, 2004
Kinda Spooked and Unnerved
I'm a little on edge tonight. Something doesn't feel right.
The day started out fine. We went to work on the train, drove through the cardboard box neighborhood (some of those homes are really glamorous), went to work (half-day), went back to the train.
I was listening to music (Me and the Moon by Something Corporate) while sitting in the train, waiting for it to depart, when I heard a faint screaming, as if someone drilled a nail through a man's foot. This was not your typical roller coaster scream, but a truly excrutiating shriek of horror. Well, I didn't think that at first; I shrugged it off naturally. But I heard it again. The same scream, same faintness, same pitch, same man. I turned around, but nothing was out of the ordinary. Of course, it sounded as if it were in the next train, behind closed doors, so maybe something was going on that was unseen by me. When I heard the screaming for the third time, I asked my mom if she heard "that," but she didn't know what I was talking about.
I then thought it might be from the song, so I rewound it to a point where I heard the screaming, but it wasn't coming from the song.
Fast-forward to 20 minutes ago.
I went to get our mail (because no one will freakin' get it but ME dammit); and I went in my sweats, but that's besides the point. As I was making my way up the hill to the mailbox, the street lamp that I was approaching went out. Now to be fair, this has happened many times before, but I always get creeped out when it occurs. THEN, now here's the kicker, I heard that same screaming again!!! I hadn't been thinking about the screaming from the train, but when I heard the screams from 20 minutes ago, it freakin' chilled my spine! I seriously froze.
The screaming was coming from either a house or behind a house, same faintness, same pitch, same nail through the foot.
And just to make things sound a little more weird, as I ran up to the mailbox, a black cat crossed my path and the street.
I really don't know what to make out of all this. I'm reminded of that Twilight Zone episode, Twenty-Two, where the stripper girl keeps dreaming of these sounds and her going to door number 22 (a morgue) where a lady beckons her, "Room for one more honey." Only, this isn't a dream. So perhaps, I suppose, I may cross paths with this "screaming man" in a nightmare. Maybe I'll be the one impaling the nail through his foot.
I just have this bad feeling right now. Something's not right.
So be careful everyone out there. Watch out for nails and all the such. And don't say I didn't warn you because I forsaw bad happenings and they will come.
I'm serious,
Freaky
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I'm a little on edge tonight. Something doesn't feel right.
The day started out fine. We went to work on the train, drove through the cardboard box neighborhood (some of those homes are really glamorous), went to work (half-day), went back to the train.
I was listening to music (Me and the Moon by Something Corporate) while sitting in the train, waiting for it to depart, when I heard a faint screaming, as if someone drilled a nail through a man's foot. This was not your typical roller coaster scream, but a truly excrutiating shriek of horror. Well, I didn't think that at first; I shrugged it off naturally. But I heard it again. The same scream, same faintness, same pitch, same man. I turned around, but nothing was out of the ordinary. Of course, it sounded as if it were in the next train, behind closed doors, so maybe something was going on that was unseen by me. When I heard the screaming for the third time, I asked my mom if she heard "that," but she didn't know what I was talking about.
I then thought it might be from the song, so I rewound it to a point where I heard the screaming, but it wasn't coming from the song.
Fast-forward to 20 minutes ago.
I went to get our mail (because no one will freakin' get it but ME dammit); and I went in my sweats, but that's besides the point. As I was making my way up the hill to the mailbox, the street lamp that I was approaching went out. Now to be fair, this has happened many times before, but I always get creeped out when it occurs. THEN, now here's the kicker, I heard that same screaming again!!! I hadn't been thinking about the screaming from the train, but when I heard the screams from 20 minutes ago, it freakin' chilled my spine! I seriously froze.
The screaming was coming from either a house or behind a house, same faintness, same pitch, same nail through the foot.
And just to make things sound a little more weird, as I ran up to the mailbox, a black cat crossed my path and the street.
I really don't know what to make out of all this. I'm reminded of that Twilight Zone episode, Twenty-Two, where the stripper girl keeps dreaming of these sounds and her going to door number 22 (a morgue) where a lady beckons her, "Room for one more honey." Only, this isn't a dream. So perhaps, I suppose, I may cross paths with this "screaming man" in a nightmare. Maybe I'll be the one impaling the nail through his foot.
I just have this bad feeling right now. Something's not right.
So be careful everyone out there. Watch out for nails and all the such. And don't say I didn't warn you because I forsaw bad happenings and they will come.
I'm serious,
Freaky
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Monday, July 05, 2004
A Year Ago Today
How quaint. Two blogs ago, we celebrated our 100th blog entry here at the ranch and now here we are celebrating the one year anniversary of blogging! Who knew I’d actually keep up with this and write a bunch of my thoughts down and stick with it for a year?
Well, not me, that’s for sure. I have this thing about always quitting stuff. I quit swimming way back when. Also, the Boy Scouts became a victim of my borderline Attention Deficit Disorder. Gymnastics also got the ax, along with baseball, soccer, and miniature golf (I used to be the king).
So I guess it’s kind of an accomplishment typing these out for a year now (and in general, updating my site. That anniversary passed a while ago. I just never keep track). Even though my blog entries became pretty scarce at times, I never gave up! And you shouldn’t either! Chase your dreams and you’ll go far and so on with all that inspirational mumbo jumbo.
Bah! There will be time for that later. Drink a beer in honor of me today. Just don’t drive afterward. There are plenty of cops on the road.
Keep Bloggin',
Ricky
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How quaint. Two blogs ago, we celebrated our 100th blog entry here at the ranch and now here we are celebrating the one year anniversary of blogging! Who knew I’d actually keep up with this and write a bunch of my thoughts down and stick with it for a year?
Well, not me, that’s for sure. I have this thing about always quitting stuff. I quit swimming way back when. Also, the Boy Scouts became a victim of my borderline Attention Deficit Disorder. Gymnastics also got the ax, along with baseball, soccer, and miniature golf (I used to be the king).
So I guess it’s kind of an accomplishment typing these out for a year now (and in general, updating my site. That anniversary passed a while ago. I just never keep track). Even though my blog entries became pretty scarce at times, I never gave up! And you shouldn’t either! Chase your dreams and you’ll go far and so on with all that inspirational mumbo jumbo.
Bah! There will be time for that later. Drink a beer in honor of me today. Just don’t drive afterward. There are plenty of cops on the road.
Keep Bloggin',
Ricky
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Friday, July 02, 2004
Dalmatians!
I'm tired right now, but ultra pumped for the weekend. Because it's a three-day baby!
Firstly, Thoroughly Modern Millie was really really good. It was entertaining as all hell. There were a bunch of dancing numbers, and not just like ballroom dancing and whatnot, but large groups of dancing. I haven't seen anything like that since, probably, Steps in Time at Disney's California Adventure. So, it's good to watch a large choreographed number once in a while. It's just doggone impressive is what it is.
It's also got a story. A small town Kansas girl goes to New York to be the modern 1920s woman who doesn't marry for love, but marries rich. She plans on marrying her boss, but ends up falling for this other guy. And then there's a subplot involving a white woman disguised as an asian woman who sells orphans off to slave countries. Of course it ends happily.
Something I realized just today...
I walked into a boba place today listening to my iPod. The guy at the counter took my order and then asked if I was listening to the pod. I told him yes and then we struck a short conversation about our iPods. This got me thinking that when you buy an iPod, you are kind of joining a community of iPodders.
Anyway, I thought that was cool. There's a new iPod alternative by Sony coming out that is smaller, holds 20 gigs, and has a battery life of up to 30 hours. It's a good product supposedly, but it just doesn't seem like it'll give the same sort of pride that iPod owners have. It's just kinda like getting the "other" product.
But what do I know. I'm biased. I'm just telling my side of the story.
Is it September yet?
Pronging and Padfooting,
Ricky
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I'm tired right now, but ultra pumped for the weekend. Because it's a three-day baby!
Firstly, Thoroughly Modern Millie was really really good. It was entertaining as all hell. There were a bunch of dancing numbers, and not just like ballroom dancing and whatnot, but large groups of dancing. I haven't seen anything like that since, probably, Steps in Time at Disney's California Adventure. So, it's good to watch a large choreographed number once in a while. It's just doggone impressive is what it is.
It's also got a story. A small town Kansas girl goes to New York to be the modern 1920s woman who doesn't marry for love, but marries rich. She plans on marrying her boss, but ends up falling for this other guy. And then there's a subplot involving a white woman disguised as an asian woman who sells orphans off to slave countries. Of course it ends happily.
Something I realized just today...
I walked into a boba place today listening to my iPod. The guy at the counter took my order and then asked if I was listening to the pod. I told him yes and then we struck a short conversation about our iPods. This got me thinking that when you buy an iPod, you are kind of joining a community of iPodders.
Anyway, I thought that was cool. There's a new iPod alternative by Sony coming out that is smaller, holds 20 gigs, and has a battery life of up to 30 hours. It's a good product supposedly, but it just doesn't seem like it'll give the same sort of pride that iPod owners have. It's just kinda like getting the "other" product.
But what do I know. I'm biased. I'm just telling my side of the story.
Is it September yet?
Pronging and Padfooting,
Ricky
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Friday, June 25, 2004
Holy Schmolholics Anonymous! It's my 100th Blog!
Or so says my blog service. Yup, just rechecked. This is entry number 100.
Just got a few things to chalk about, if I may have a word. Yesterday at work was the first time I've had alcohol on the job! Well... here's how it goes...
It was my co-worker's 20th or so anniversary, so she gets to take the whole department to lunch. She chose this very cool but pricey Mexican restaurant called La Golondrina at Olvera Street (I hope I'm spelling all this right).
Okay, so the company pays for $200 of the bill. The rest has to be made up by the diners. So, since the bill is usually just split evenly between the number of folks eating, you have to get your fair share. If you're offered a drink, take it. If you just get a water, you're gonna pay for a drink anyway.
A whole mess of us went; a whoppin' party of 19. That's only a little over $10 per person. So anyway, I ordered chicken fajitas (not pronounced fa-jeeeeee-tahs) and then the question of whether anyone wanted a margarita was raised. A bunch of us did, so we got three pitchers ($28 each).
It was pretty weird drinking in front of my boss and his boss and all the bosses on the floor, but whatever. It wasn't as if I was taking 3 shots of Crown Royale. So I drank the small glass that was poured for me and it was pretty lame. It was all frosty ice and very little alcohol. But it was fun.
Fast-forward to today... we got the bill for the remaining amount for the luncheon. Turns out, they decided to only bill the margaritas to those who DRANK it!!! They didn't charge those who got a soft drink beverage though. That bit.
So I was tied for the most expensive lunch. That sucks!
But I'm over it because, guess what. It's the friggen' weekend!!!
One last note, working in Los Angeles has given me a greater boldness for trying hole-in-the-wall food outlets. Before LA, I was always too afraid to try little random food places around town, so I never did. But in LA, and especially since there are barely any food eateries around where I work, I've learned that the best stuff come from holey's! Without a second thought, I tried this Japanese restaurant right next to my house and it turned out to have great great food! I can't wait to try other places that are just a hop, skip, and a jump away from a bloated belly.
Kidding myself about the diet,
Ricky
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Or so says my blog service. Yup, just rechecked. This is entry number 100.
Just got a few things to chalk about, if I may have a word. Yesterday at work was the first time I've had alcohol on the job! Well... here's how it goes...
It was my co-worker's 20th or so anniversary, so she gets to take the whole department to lunch. She chose this very cool but pricey Mexican restaurant called La Golondrina at Olvera Street (I hope I'm spelling all this right).
Okay, so the company pays for $200 of the bill. The rest has to be made up by the diners. So, since the bill is usually just split evenly between the number of folks eating, you have to get your fair share. If you're offered a drink, take it. If you just get a water, you're gonna pay for a drink anyway.
A whole mess of us went; a whoppin' party of 19. That's only a little over $10 per person. So anyway, I ordered chicken fajitas (not pronounced fa-jeeeeee-tahs) and then the question of whether anyone wanted a margarita was raised. A bunch of us did, so we got three pitchers ($28 each).
It was pretty weird drinking in front of my boss and his boss and all the bosses on the floor, but whatever. It wasn't as if I was taking 3 shots of Crown Royale. So I drank the small glass that was poured for me and it was pretty lame. It was all frosty ice and very little alcohol. But it was fun.
Fast-forward to today... we got the bill for the remaining amount for the luncheon. Turns out, they decided to only bill the margaritas to those who DRANK it!!! They didn't charge those who got a soft drink beverage though. That bit.
So I was tied for the most expensive lunch. That sucks!
But I'm over it because, guess what. It's the friggen' weekend!!!
One last note, working in Los Angeles has given me a greater boldness for trying hole-in-the-wall food outlets. Before LA, I was always too afraid to try little random food places around town, so I never did. But in LA, and especially since there are barely any food eateries around where I work, I've learned that the best stuff come from holey's! Without a second thought, I tried this Japanese restaurant right next to my house and it turned out to have great great food! I can't wait to try other places that are just a hop, skip, and a jump away from a bloated belly.
Kidding myself about the diet,
Ricky
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Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Still Working... Still
I just got word today that I'll be working in Los Angeles till the end of August. The job is pretty kick back and all, but it's kinda getting on my nerves now. Well, the fact that it's always the same, every time... I've come to the conclusion that I can never be satisfied by any one job. Oh well, I'll just shut up and do the work. Hey, I sure could use the money as always. I'm really digging the iPod minis...! : )
This afternoon leaving work, we took the subway. Now, you may or may not remember that I raved about the Los Angeles subway system. Anyway, I don't know if I just don't remember how dingy and urine-soaked the New York subways are, but the Los Angeles stations and trains have gone to the crapper. There are more homeless folks hanging around the stations and overall, it just feels a lot dirtier. I still enjoy riding the subway and would love for them to expand it greatly, but where are those cops on Segways I saw the first time patrolling?
This Sunday continues the barely reviewed "Summer of Fun Fun Fun Fun Fun" (or whatever I called it earlier). A bunch of us will be seeing the show Thoroughly Modern Millie at the Ahmanson. I really don't know what to expect... I guess just something really classy and entertaining. Ellvin Kelvin saw the show in New York and said it was really good, so I decided on seeing it. Also, my uncle was up for a role in the show, but I guess it didn't pan out as well as we had hoped. Next time...
I won't waste anymore of your time. That is, until next week when you read this boring thing again. I have to go to sleep anyway.
Vindicated,
Ricky
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I just got word today that I'll be working in Los Angeles till the end of August. The job is pretty kick back and all, but it's kinda getting on my nerves now. Well, the fact that it's always the same, every time... I've come to the conclusion that I can never be satisfied by any one job. Oh well, I'll just shut up and do the work. Hey, I sure could use the money as always. I'm really digging the iPod minis...! : )
This afternoon leaving work, we took the subway. Now, you may or may not remember that I raved about the Los Angeles subway system. Anyway, I don't know if I just don't remember how dingy and urine-soaked the New York subways are, but the Los Angeles stations and trains have gone to the crapper. There are more homeless folks hanging around the stations and overall, it just feels a lot dirtier. I still enjoy riding the subway and would love for them to expand it greatly, but where are those cops on Segways I saw the first time patrolling?
This Sunday continues the barely reviewed "Summer of Fun Fun Fun Fun Fun" (or whatever I called it earlier). A bunch of us will be seeing the show Thoroughly Modern Millie at the Ahmanson. I really don't know what to expect... I guess just something really classy and entertaining. Ellvin Kelvin saw the show in New York and said it was really good, so I decided on seeing it. Also, my uncle was up for a role in the show, but I guess it didn't pan out as well as we had hoped. Next time...
I won't waste anymore of your time. That is, until next week when you read this boring thing again. I have to go to sleep anyway.
Vindicated,
Ricky
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Wednesday, June 16, 2004
It's Been a Bad Day. Another Bad Day. And All I Wanna Do is Grab Some Food and Eat it All Day.
Some things have been down in the dumps lately. Why? I dunno. Things for some reason or another are going bad for a few friends around me. And add to that, I'm pretty bored and pissed at the same time. And I don't know why really.
But I guess things will work themselves out in due time. Wish you guys all the best.
In other news, Father's Day is this weekend. I'm not exactly sure which day it is, but there will be a party. I hope there's an ice cream cake *hint hint*.
Oh! And I'm on my very first diet. Yeah, I've been eating a wee bit unhealthy lately. Okay, let's face it. Ever since I got this job, I've been eating a ton of crap. Donuts every week, big lunches, snacks, candy, food food food galore! I think I've been gaining weight, but I thought I'd take some preventive measures before I actually popped my belly.
So yesterday, I actually established the fact that I'm on a diet. That made today my actual first diet day. Let's just say it didn't turn out so well. You see, I have a low tolerance for not eating whatever the hell I want. I just don't have the Punky Power. So today, even though I remained strong as I passed up the day-old donuts, I did eat a chinese tamale, Udon noodle soup, some teriyaki chicken, two California rolls, shrimp tempura, two white chunk macadamia nut cookies, tuna salad, tofu, veggies, and a mess of M&M's. Oh well. Maybe I'll behave better tamale.
Eating,
Ricky
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Some things have been down in the dumps lately. Why? I dunno. Things for some reason or another are going bad for a few friends around me. And add to that, I'm pretty bored and pissed at the same time. And I don't know why really.
But I guess things will work themselves out in due time. Wish you guys all the best.
In other news, Father's Day is this weekend. I'm not exactly sure which day it is, but there will be a party. I hope there's an ice cream cake *hint hint*.
Oh! And I'm on my very first diet. Yeah, I've been eating a wee bit unhealthy lately. Okay, let's face it. Ever since I got this job, I've been eating a ton of crap. Donuts every week, big lunches, snacks, candy, food food food galore! I think I've been gaining weight, but I thought I'd take some preventive measures before I actually popped my belly.
So yesterday, I actually established the fact that I'm on a diet. That made today my actual first diet day. Let's just say it didn't turn out so well. You see, I have a low tolerance for not eating whatever the hell I want. I just don't have the Punky Power. So today, even though I remained strong as I passed up the day-old donuts, I did eat a chinese tamale, Udon noodle soup, some teriyaki chicken, two California rolls, shrimp tempura, two white chunk macadamia nut cookies, tuna salad, tofu, veggies, and a mess of M&M's. Oh well. Maybe I'll behave better tamale.
Eating,
Ricky
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Monday, June 07, 2004
I Catalogue These Blogs Now
So, Timotei and I went to the Dashboard Confessional concert today. It was pretty fun.
The first opening band was The Format, who played for a whole 10 minutes! We barely caught their set, but from what I heard, I'm glad we missed it.
The next group was The Get Up Kids who were really good, surprisingly. The lead singer was, ironically, this oldish looking overweightish guy. Just thought that was weird. But they rocked.
Then came Thrice. Just about everyone came to the concert for them. The crowd went nuts. It was the worst looking (or most painful looking) mosh pit I've ever seen. It seriously looked like some sort of brain hemorrhage on crack; the kids were crazy. Thrice was awesome. It was funny because their music is really yelly and hardcore, yet between songs, he would address the crowd with "We just want everyone to have a good time. Thank you so much for supporting us. Please help each other up if someone falls. Come to our charity gig next month." They were really nice, which was freakin' cool. They're on my iPod now.
And finally Dashboard came. They were really really great. They played a whole mess of songs from all their albums. I didn't get to hear "A Plain Morning" though which was kinda disappointing, but they played an extremely long set, so it was well worth it. The way their concerts work is a lot safer and arguably more enjoyable to attend. Since their music doesn't really warrant brutal insane behavior, everyone kinda just stands around and sings along. I really wish I knew the songs better because I wanted to go down there and sing my lungs out with everyone else, but I'm still a little rusty with their tunes (from Swiss Army Romance and Places...).
So anyway, that was that. I have a new Dashboard t-shirt from the concert. I learned my lesson when I failed to get that Rufio shirt I wanted, so I snatched up a shirt at the beginning of the night.
Work is well and we're finalizing our plans for the Florida trip this week. This makes numba three baba!
Sorry for the dull update. I realize many of you don't give a crap, but oh well.
Seizing the day,
Ricky
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So, Timotei and I went to the Dashboard Confessional concert today. It was pretty fun.
The first opening band was The Format, who played for a whole 10 minutes! We barely caught their set, but from what I heard, I'm glad we missed it.
The next group was The Get Up Kids who were really good, surprisingly. The lead singer was, ironically, this oldish looking overweightish guy. Just thought that was weird. But they rocked.
Then came Thrice. Just about everyone came to the concert for them. The crowd went nuts. It was the worst looking (or most painful looking) mosh pit I've ever seen. It seriously looked like some sort of brain hemorrhage on crack; the kids were crazy. Thrice was awesome. It was funny because their music is really yelly and hardcore, yet between songs, he would address the crowd with "We just want everyone to have a good time. Thank you so much for supporting us. Please help each other up if someone falls. Come to our charity gig next month." They were really nice, which was freakin' cool. They're on my iPod now.
And finally Dashboard came. They were really really great. They played a whole mess of songs from all their albums. I didn't get to hear "A Plain Morning" though which was kinda disappointing, but they played an extremely long set, so it was well worth it. The way their concerts work is a lot safer and arguably more enjoyable to attend. Since their music doesn't really warrant brutal insane behavior, everyone kinda just stands around and sings along. I really wish I knew the songs better because I wanted to go down there and sing my lungs out with everyone else, but I'm still a little rusty with their tunes (from Swiss Army Romance and Places...).
So anyway, that was that. I have a new Dashboard t-shirt from the concert. I learned my lesson when I failed to get that Rufio shirt I wanted, so I snatched up a shirt at the beginning of the night.
Work is well and we're finalizing our plans for the Florida trip this week. This makes numba three baba!
Sorry for the dull update. I realize many of you don't give a crap, but oh well.
Seizing the day,
Ricky
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Thursday, June 03, 2004
Ah, Sooooo Sowwy
Okay, I feel bad. Real bad.
I have been holding off on writing another one of these because, well, because I guess it's too hot? Or I just didn't have the time? Or because I didn't have the patience to really sit down and write one when I could be doing something else with my precious time off?
My precious time off.
Anyway, things have been well at work. It just feels routine right now. Always the same, but tolerable. It sometimes feels like work and sometimes doesn't and I just cope with it.
Let's see... anything off the top of my head?
My Disneyland annual passport is expiring soon and I don't think I'm going to renew it this year. Tower of Terror is fun and all, but I just don't think I'll be going to the resort much often anymore with Angel Wing Jasmine moving back up north after graduating college. I don't go much anymore at the moment either, so I think I'll just spend the money elsewhere. Of course, I'll probably just buy a new pass when the 50th Anniversary comes along.
Tomorrow is the big Harry Potter day! My favorite of the Potter books because it's so damn satisfying (the action, the twists, the ending). I'm going with Erico Suave and MacArthur. And because I get to go home from work early on Fridays now (throughout the summer), we get to see an early showing! Man, I can't wait.
Also, this weekend are the Tony awards. I have never seen a Tony awards ceremony because I never really cared about the shows that won awards, but this year Avenue Q and Wicked are nominated and performing! You gotta watch because the numbers they're doing are gonna be great. Sunday night.
I guess that's it. I thought I had more stuff to talk about, but I guess I was wrong.
Check back to my website. I'm trying to come up with more Poster Spoofs to make.
Running for freedom,
Ricky Strong
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Okay, I feel bad. Real bad.
I have been holding off on writing another one of these because, well, because I guess it's too hot? Or I just didn't have the time? Or because I didn't have the patience to really sit down and write one when I could be doing something else with my precious time off?
My precious time off.
Anyway, things have been well at work. It just feels routine right now. Always the same, but tolerable. It sometimes feels like work and sometimes doesn't and I just cope with it.
Let's see... anything off the top of my head?
My Disneyland annual passport is expiring soon and I don't think I'm going to renew it this year. Tower of Terror is fun and all, but I just don't think I'll be going to the resort much often anymore with Angel Wing Jasmine moving back up north after graduating college. I don't go much anymore at the moment either, so I think I'll just spend the money elsewhere. Of course, I'll probably just buy a new pass when the 50th Anniversary comes along.
Tomorrow is the big Harry Potter day! My favorite of the Potter books because it's so damn satisfying (the action, the twists, the ending). I'm going with Erico Suave and MacArthur. And because I get to go home from work early on Fridays now (throughout the summer), we get to see an early showing! Man, I can't wait.
Also, this weekend are the Tony awards. I have never seen a Tony awards ceremony because I never really cared about the shows that won awards, but this year Avenue Q and Wicked are nominated and performing! You gotta watch because the numbers they're doing are gonna be great. Sunday night.
I guess that's it. I thought I had more stuff to talk about, but I guess I was wrong.
Check back to my website. I'm trying to come up with more Poster Spoofs to make.
Running for freedom,
Ricky Strong
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Friday, May 21, 2004
The Season of Four Craps
Ev'ry so often there comes a blog that no one wants to read.
Welcome to that blog.
I don't know what it was I ate for the past few days (or perhaps it was because of what I didn't crap it out for the past few days)... (nah, I'm pretty sure it was the Mexican food I ate), but my stomach hurt so much at work today.
I got to the office and ate breakfast. Then I sat down to do some work and my stomach started grumbling and hurting. Really bad shooting pains and crap. Well, I held off till I couldn'tst holds no more and I went to the potty room. In the morning, no one really goes to the bathroom, so I was cool all alone, farting up a storm and such.
When some other dude came in and sat in the stall next to me, it was time to leave. I just can't poop when someone else is crapping on the other side of that thin stall wall. So I packed it up and went back to my cubicle.
One hour later, the stomach starts acting up again. So I hold off and hold off until I couldn'tst holds no more and ran to the bathroom holding on for dear life. Well, it was nearing midday, so the stalls were occupado. So I made like I just went in there to wash my hands and then I left (thinking I could hold it for a while). Well, I couldn't. So I took the elevator down to the first floor and went to that bathroom.
It's so nice! There is no one in there (save for an occasional man needed to urinate) and there are many many stalls. It also feels cleaner. So I sat there and did my business (keeping real quiet when other people came in, but letting out an occasional cough to alert them that they're not alone in case they want to fart aloud). So I finish and run back to my office.
I'm feeling better and it's lunchtime, so we go to Phillipe's for some famous French dip beef sandwiches. They were good and made me really crave The Hat. Need. Pastrami. Dip. Now. But I'm afraid it didn't help my stomach any...
An hour after lunch, my stomach hurts like hell again, so I immediately just ran to the first floor potties and crapped. Yeah... today was basically the worst day in the world. Even when I got home, I had to take another poop. Season of Four Craps.
Okay. You may all return to eating your pudding and such. Small tidbits:
1) Lee Leman, Cousin Spacey, and I went to see Urinetown the Musical last Sunday. I thought it was a lot of fun. It was really political and stuff, but done in a fun manner.
2) The 24 finale is next week! I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED LAST WEEK! THAT WAS THE BEST EPISODE EVER!
3) I bought the new New Found Glory album and they did it again. I can't believe it. The first thing I said after I put in the Sticks and Stones album was "Wow, they did it again." Well, they did it again again. Catalyst rocks. I'm a little disappointed that the last song on the album isn't as great a ending note as the previous albums. Ballad for the Lost Romantics and The Story So Far (and even The Goodbye Song) are all great departing notes. Not sure if Who Am I? lives up to my expectations yet. To be honest, I haven't really given it a good listen yet. I'm addicted to All Down Hill From Here and This Disaster.
Okay, I won't say no more. Oh one more thing... the picture from my last blog doesn't work. I hate this crap.
Losing my sense of scent,
Ricky
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Ev'ry so often there comes a blog that no one wants to read.
Welcome to that blog.
I don't know what it was I ate for the past few days (or perhaps it was because of what I didn't crap it out for the past few days)... (nah, I'm pretty sure it was the Mexican food I ate), but my stomach hurt so much at work today.
I got to the office and ate breakfast. Then I sat down to do some work and my stomach started grumbling and hurting. Really bad shooting pains and crap. Well, I held off till I couldn'tst holds no more and I went to the potty room. In the morning, no one really goes to the bathroom, so I was cool all alone, farting up a storm and such.
When some other dude came in and sat in the stall next to me, it was time to leave. I just can't poop when someone else is crapping on the other side of that thin stall wall. So I packed it up and went back to my cubicle.
One hour later, the stomach starts acting up again. So I hold off and hold off until I couldn'tst holds no more and ran to the bathroom holding on for dear life. Well, it was nearing midday, so the stalls were occupado. So I made like I just went in there to wash my hands and then I left (thinking I could hold it for a while). Well, I couldn't. So I took the elevator down to the first floor and went to that bathroom.
It's so nice! There is no one in there (save for an occasional man needed to urinate) and there are many many stalls. It also feels cleaner. So I sat there and did my business (keeping real quiet when other people came in, but letting out an occasional cough to alert them that they're not alone in case they want to fart aloud). So I finish and run back to my office.
I'm feeling better and it's lunchtime, so we go to Phillipe's for some famous French dip beef sandwiches. They were good and made me really crave The Hat. Need. Pastrami. Dip. Now. But I'm afraid it didn't help my stomach any...
An hour after lunch, my stomach hurts like hell again, so I immediately just ran to the first floor potties and crapped. Yeah... today was basically the worst day in the world. Even when I got home, I had to take another poop. Season of Four Craps.
Okay. You may all return to eating your pudding and such. Small tidbits:
1) Lee Leman, Cousin Spacey, and I went to see Urinetown the Musical last Sunday. I thought it was a lot of fun. It was really political and stuff, but done in a fun manner.
2) The 24 finale is next week! I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED LAST WEEK! THAT WAS THE BEST EPISODE EVER!
3) I bought the new New Found Glory album and they did it again. I can't believe it. The first thing I said after I put in the Sticks and Stones album was "Wow, they did it again." Well, they did it again again. Catalyst rocks. I'm a little disappointed that the last song on the album isn't as great a ending note as the previous albums. Ballad for the Lost Romantics and The Story So Far (and even The Goodbye Song) are all great departing notes. Not sure if Who Am I? lives up to my expectations yet. To be honest, I haven't really given it a good listen yet. I'm addicted to All Down Hill From Here and This Disaster.
Okay, I won't say no more. Oh one more thing... the picture from my last blog doesn't work. I hate this crap.
Losing my sense of scent,
Ricky
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