Defense Against the Dark Farts
Yesterday I farted.
There, that makes the name of this entry valid.
Now on to pressing matters. I finally finished Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. With last weekend so busy and work occupying most of my time, I only had time to read here and there, on the bus, on the train, at the few hours at home before I passed out. But it doesn't matter because I finally got through it and much quicker than I realize. I mean, the book read so fast that I hardly knew it when I was coming up on the final pages.
So anyway, I loved the book. It's my third favorite in the series, just after Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire. And events within the book have upped my rating of Chamber of Secrets. What exactly? I won't say.
Of course, it would be wrong of me to discuss such things as spoilers, so I won't. You can rest assured Samantha Wu. But this seems to be the darkest yet in the series, but at the same time, the fluffiest. I'm really excited to see this book as a movie, but will it just be Harry and Dumbledore standing over a birdbath? That's not really a spoiler since it's the cover of the book. Well, I don't know the answer to my question; and it wasn't really a question to be answered. But I do know this: I like beans because of the effect on my gas, not the means to the end. What the hell does that mean? That, my friends, is a question for another time. When that time will be, no one knows for certain. But allow me to ask upon you this: Did I really have more to say in this blog other than I finished the book and that I loved it? Now that I cannot answer at this moment, but I can tell you yes. The rest of this blog was entirely a waste.
Avada Kablabbering,
Roonil Wazlib
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Monday, July 18, 2005
Reunion Reloaded
So back in high school, my old group of friends affectionately known as The Loud Crowd made a pact. Written on the skin of forty pigs and signed with blood, we agreed to meet up at the Main Street Cinema at Disneyland on its fiftieth birthday. Well, instead of July 17th, we placed the reunion on the eve of the fiftieth and all but one of The Loud Crowd made it.
It was pretty fun. We all caught up pretty quickly and somehow picked up where we left off, channeling our loud and obnoxious high school selves. Yes, it's funny looking back. You see high school kids these days and roll your eyes at how cool they think they are. They're just noisy and moronic. And yes, that was our group. People grow up in time though.
These weird tangents I go off on. I apologize.
Anyway, we talked, we joked, we ate, and well, there was a lot of chest honking (to put it lightly). It was very very interesting and a lot of fun. Tiring as hell, but fun.
And in more exciting news, two people close to me are engaged! Loud Crowd alumni, Meechi, got engaged recently to her boyfriend of four years. She's a freakin' sweetheart and I can't wait to be the best man coughnudgenudgecoughphlegm.
And in my family, Charmin just got engaged to her boyfriend Tony-Toni-Tone of two years. Word had leaked to nearly everyone before Charmin had a chance to tell us herself. I'm really excited for her. The first of our generation of kids to get married. And Tony-Toni-Tone is a cool guy so I give my blessing. Yeah, I know. No one asked for it. Be that way then. Maybe I just won't take up your offer to be ring bearer.
Delusional,
Ricky
Loud Crowd Alumni
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So back in high school, my old group of friends affectionately known as The Loud Crowd made a pact. Written on the skin of forty pigs and signed with blood, we agreed to meet up at the Main Street Cinema at Disneyland on its fiftieth birthday. Well, instead of July 17th, we placed the reunion on the eve of the fiftieth and all but one of The Loud Crowd made it.
It was pretty fun. We all caught up pretty quickly and somehow picked up where we left off, channeling our loud and obnoxious high school selves. Yes, it's funny looking back. You see high school kids these days and roll your eyes at how cool they think they are. They're just noisy and moronic. And yes, that was our group. People grow up in time though.
These weird tangents I go off on. I apologize.
Anyway, we talked, we joked, we ate, and well, there was a lot of chest honking (to put it lightly). It was very very interesting and a lot of fun. Tiring as hell, but fun.
And in more exciting news, two people close to me are engaged! Loud Crowd alumni, Meechi, got engaged recently to her boyfriend of four years. She's a freakin' sweetheart and I can't wait to be the best man coughnudgenudgecoughphlegm.
And in my family, Charmin just got engaged to her boyfriend Tony-Toni-Tone of two years. Word had leaked to nearly everyone before Charmin had a chance to tell us herself. I'm really excited for her. The first of our generation of kids to get married. And Tony-Toni-Tone is a cool guy so I give my blessing. Yeah, I know. No one asked for it. Be that way then. Maybe I just won't take up your offer to be ring bearer.
Delusional,
Ricky
Loud Crowd Alumni
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Saturday, July 16, 2005
Ideal iPodder and Harry Potter
Before I endulge myself into the sweet sixth year at Hogwartz, I would like to tell you the splendid events that sprang forth before I got my hands on the book.
Day started with work. Nothing new there. At work, I made an appointment for a "Genius" to take a look at my iMac at the Apple store in South Coast Plaza. We drove all the way down there and while we waited for what seemed like forever, we bonded with some fellow iPodders and Mac users. They were having problems too and gave me some sound advice: Be strong. Be polite. Be persistent.
Finally the time came and it was as simple as... 1) Here's the error code I received 2) No, anything of importance was saved 3) Sign the dotted line for it to be repaired. The "Genius" said that I was the ideal Apple customer because I did all his work for him. He then showed us how to open up the iMac. Three little screws and boom, it's opened. It's such a beautiful layout inside too.
We drove back through traffic and after a quick liquid dream of a dump, we went to pick up Lindz and Rionheart to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which was pretty good but not as good as I expected. Johnny Depp was awkward in it. Still a very entertaining movie with a good message.
Anyway, before the movie, we picked up our numbers to buy the Harry Potter book (sort of the Borders fastpass). Each customer is allowed to buy up to three books and therefore get three numbers. I got three just in case K-mart and R-man showed up to buy. My numbers were 093, 094, and 095.
K-mart came by while we were in the theater. I handed her one of my tickets. So I had two, but I was only getting one book. So I was about to just hand it off to a random person when I saw Captain Gable, Princess Karlita's brother, at the store. He had come alone to get the book. He told me that he was #375 to get the book, so I told him that was unacceptable and I gave him my #095 ticket, to which he was grateful. It was cool catching up with him. He's a really good guy.
After that, Timotei, Lindz, Rionheart, and I went to In 'n' Out Burger for some shakes and snacks.
So now I'm off to read a few hundred chapters about the half-blooded prince. Some news to leave you with. Stephen Lynch is starring as Robbie Hart in The Wedding Singer musical! I am so there next Spring.
"So wait and see / I will be / Everything you never let me" - Rufio
Ricky
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Before I endulge myself into the sweet sixth year at Hogwartz, I would like to tell you the splendid events that sprang forth before I got my hands on the book.
Day started with work. Nothing new there. At work, I made an appointment for a "Genius" to take a look at my iMac at the Apple store in South Coast Plaza. We drove all the way down there and while we waited for what seemed like forever, we bonded with some fellow iPodders and Mac users. They were having problems too and gave me some sound advice: Be strong. Be polite. Be persistent.
Finally the time came and it was as simple as... 1) Here's the error code I received 2) No, anything of importance was saved 3) Sign the dotted line for it to be repaired. The "Genius" said that I was the ideal Apple customer because I did all his work for him. He then showed us how to open up the iMac. Three little screws and boom, it's opened. It's such a beautiful layout inside too.
We drove back through traffic and after a quick liquid dream of a dump, we went to pick up Lindz and Rionheart to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which was pretty good but not as good as I expected. Johnny Depp was awkward in it. Still a very entertaining movie with a good message.
Anyway, before the movie, we picked up our numbers to buy the Harry Potter book (sort of the Borders fastpass). Each customer is allowed to buy up to three books and therefore get three numbers. I got three just in case K-mart and R-man showed up to buy. My numbers were 093, 094, and 095.
K-mart came by while we were in the theater. I handed her one of my tickets. So I had two, but I was only getting one book. So I was about to just hand it off to a random person when I saw Captain Gable, Princess Karlita's brother, at the store. He had come alone to get the book. He told me that he was #375 to get the book, so I told him that was unacceptable and I gave him my #095 ticket, to which he was grateful. It was cool catching up with him. He's a really good guy.
After that, Timotei, Lindz, Rionheart, and I went to In 'n' Out Burger for some shakes and snacks.
So now I'm off to read a few hundred chapters about the half-blooded prince. Some news to leave you with. Stephen Lynch is starring as Robbie Hart in The Wedding Singer musical! I am so there next Spring.
"So wait and see / I will be / Everything you never let me" - Rufio
Ricky
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Wednesday, July 13, 2005
The Rockin'est Homecoming
We begin with some words from Scott Sellers himself:
We begin with some words from Scott Sellers himself:
We'll leave today with the windows down
And we'll ride away like we own this town...
And living on our own...
These nights are fading away in the distance
An open road in the darkness
With a street sign that says home
Those are some of the lyrics to my favorite song at the moment. Wow, it's been a while since I've had one of those.
Yesterday, Rufio's latest album came out. I am a freakin' die-hard Rufio fan. They are hands down my favorite band in the world (with Dashboard Confessional next in line). I've only seen Rufio play twice and I'm afraid that's the most I'll ever see them. I feel that I've outgrown the moshpit crowding days. Too many kids nowadays (not to mention mostly bigger than me). But man, if I had the money, I would totally pay them to play at a party or something.
Yesterday, Rufio's latest album came out. I am a freakin' die-hard Rufio fan. They are hands down my favorite band in the world (with Dashboard Confessional next in line). I've only seen Rufio play twice and I'm afraid that's the most I'll ever see them. I feel that I've outgrown the moshpit crowding days. Too many kids nowadays (not to mention mostly bigger than me). But man, if I had the money, I would totally pay them to play at a party or something.
Anyway, so their new album came out and it ROCKS! Although I instantly loved their freshman and sophomore albums, it took me a few listens to really love this album. I'm the kind of guy who dwells on great sound and deep lyrics and this album really delivers. My one complaint is that the songs generally all sound alike. There was more variety from the previous albums, but hey, I still love it.
And I recently donated $10 to the band after their band equipment was stolen from their hotel. It seriously was the least I could do. I wanted to give them more, but for $15, I could get a nice shirt from the band. So $10 is a pretty justified donation. I sound cheap.
I heart Rufio,
Ricky
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And I recently donated $10 to the band after their band equipment was stolen from their hotel. It seriously was the least I could do. I wanted to give them more, but for $15, I could get a nice shirt from the band. So $10 is a pretty justified donation. I sound cheap.
I heart Rufio,
Ricky
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Friday, July 08, 2005
One Short Day in the Tinsel Town
After nearly five months of advanced planning, it came to one short night in Hollywood to see Wicked. Of course, the day started off with work as usual, but being a short Friday helped ease the sluggishness.
After work, Mother Routes, Timotei, and I went straight to Universal City via the Metro Red Line subway. We browsed through some stores where Timotei bought a bling blingy Fossil brand watch. He had been eager to make an "all-for-me" purchase for a while now that he's got money.
Not too long after, we started to get hungry and decided to eat at Gladstone's. I had heard much about the place, but nothing specific. All I really knew was that they shape your leftovers into a foil swan. We ordered pretty big. I had the halibat. Timotei had the Mahi Mahi. Mother Routes had a hot seafood sampler with all the fried everything you could eat. It was a nice time and all, but when our waiter returned with our boxed leftovers, there was no swan to be found. I was disappointed. That blunder shaved off 10% from the tip.
Dining at Gladstones on Universal CityWalk.
After CityWalk, we headed to Hollywood and Highland and bought some stuff at American Eagle Outfitters. I bought a new shirt that was perfectly appropriate for the show. It looks just like another shirt I have (from the same store), but it was only $12 so I didn't care.
Eat fast. Chew later.
And then we took some pictures and went inside. The show itself was pretty good. Not the best cast as some of the singing was off, but great performances from the Wizard and Morrible. They really stood out. Also of note, at intermission, MacArthur alerted me to the fact that the original Glinda from the New York production was in the audience. After much delay, Cat and I went up to her and chatted for a bit. Apparently it was her first time actually seeing the show. She signed our programs and we quickly got out of her hair. She was really sweet and damn hot!
And that was that. My own personal Summer Du Joy trudges along without much fanfare. Next week sees MacArthur's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory birthday party, as well as the brand spankingest new Harry Potter book: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I can't wait to get my eyes in that!
Oh, and congrats to me! This entry marks my 200th blog. Looks like I'm averaging 100 posts per year.
Lightning bolt scar tingling,
Wicked
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After nearly five months of advanced planning, it came to one short night in Hollywood to see Wicked. Of course, the day started off with work as usual, but being a short Friday helped ease the sluggishness.
After work, Mother Routes, Timotei, and I went straight to Universal City via the Metro Red Line subway. We browsed through some stores where Timotei bought a bling blingy Fossil brand watch. He had been eager to make an "all-for-me" purchase for a while now that he's got money.
Not too long after, we started to get hungry and decided to eat at Gladstone's. I had heard much about the place, but nothing specific. All I really knew was that they shape your leftovers into a foil swan. We ordered pretty big. I had the halibat. Timotei had the Mahi Mahi. Mother Routes had a hot seafood sampler with all the fried everything you could eat. It was a nice time and all, but when our waiter returned with our boxed leftovers, there was no swan to be found. I was disappointed. That blunder shaved off 10% from the tip.
Dining at Gladstones on Universal CityWalk.
After CityWalk, we headed to Hollywood and Highland and bought some stuff at American Eagle Outfitters. I bought a new shirt that was perfectly appropriate for the show. It looks just like another shirt I have (from the same store), but it was only $12 so I didn't care.
Then it was finally time to get down to the theater, coincidentally right when everyone else in our party was showing up. Most of them hadn't eaten yet, so we shared our seafood leftovers. But I guess that wasn't good enough because a lot of folks went to a nearby cart to eat some hot dogs. Here's a montage:
Eat fast. Chew later.
And then we took some pictures and went inside. The show itself was pretty good. Not the best cast as some of the singing was off, but great performances from the Wizard and Morrible. They really stood out. Also of note, at intermission, MacArthur alerted me to the fact that the original Glinda from the New York production was in the audience. After much delay, Cat and I went up to her and chatted for a bit. Apparently it was her first time actually seeing the show. She signed our programs and we quickly got out of her hair. She was really sweet and damn hot!
And that was that. My own personal Summer Du Joy trudges along without much fanfare. Next week sees MacArthur's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory birthday party, as well as the brand spankingest new Harry Potter book: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I can't wait to get my eyes in that!
Oh, and congrats to me! This entry marks my 200th blog. Looks like I'm averaging 100 posts per year.
Lightning bolt scar tingling,
Wicked
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Wednesday, July 06, 2005
How Do You Measure... Measure Two Years
I had written a reminder on my iMac that my blog anniversary was yesterday, but since it died, I totally forgot. Well, it's pretty cool lasting two years with my thoughts online. My readership has grown from three readers to five and my blogs have become increasingly bitter and angry (as witnessed in the last entry).
But I ain't stoppin' now! I won't let a defective computer stop me from my noble readers, oh no! I will blog until blogging ain't cool no more. Yeah, yeah, everyone and their mamba instructor has a blog nowadays and I gotta be honest, I don't read anyone else's. But I'm trying to remember why exactly I started this thing. Maybe I secretly wanted a diary all my life. Or maybe I thought I could write entertaining little stories that people will enjoy reading. Or maybe I just had too much time on my hands. In any case, I've enjoyed the experience and experiment and you have all fallen into my trap! These blogs have been subtly sending subliminal messages into your brain. You're all my loyal servants now and for my first command, I instruct you all to send me a dollar.
I think I'm going to start a new tradition that I should have started two years ago. I'd like to post a "now" picture of me that will be updated on the anniversary date. We'll see how I age! Maybe someone can make a flipbook out of it and I'll look like I drank from the wrong holy grail.
So here I am, 2005:
Five dollars richer,
Ricky
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I had written a reminder on my iMac that my blog anniversary was yesterday, but since it died, I totally forgot. Well, it's pretty cool lasting two years with my thoughts online. My readership has grown from three readers to five and my blogs have become increasingly bitter and angry (as witnessed in the last entry).
But I ain't stoppin' now! I won't let a defective computer stop me from my noble readers, oh no! I will blog until blogging ain't cool no more. Yeah, yeah, everyone and their mamba instructor has a blog nowadays and I gotta be honest, I don't read anyone else's. But I'm trying to remember why exactly I started this thing. Maybe I secretly wanted a diary all my life. Or maybe I thought I could write entertaining little stories that people will enjoy reading. Or maybe I just had too much time on my hands. In any case, I've enjoyed the experience and experiment and you have all fallen into my trap! These blogs have been subtly sending subliminal messages into your brain. You're all my loyal servants now and for my first command, I instruct you all to send me a dollar.
I think I'm going to start a new tradition that I should have started two years ago. I'd like to post a "now" picture of me that will be updated on the anniversary date. We'll see how I age! Maybe someone can make a flipbook out of it and I'll look like I drank from the wrong holy grail.
So here I am, 2005:
Five dollars richer,
Ricky
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Saturday, July 02, 2005
S-Mac Down!
So today started out just freakin' fine and dandy. I tend to try and avoid using those queer ass terms such as "fine and dandy," but I'm trying to come off as extremely sarcastic at the moment (as I punch this blog into my keyboard fucking pissed).
I was chatting with S-Dawg while looking up some stuff on the internet. Possibly some Disney stuff. When all of a sudden, my computer starts to freeze up. The screen would freeze up and give me that lovely beach ball mouse icon (the equivalent of the hourglass icon for PC users). These freeze ups lasted for minutes apart and would again freeze when I clicked anywhere on the screen. So I powered it down and back on and would you fucking know it??? The damn thing never starts up again.
So I try my damndest to fix the problem, but after several different scans, I'm told by the computer that the hard drive needs to be repaired. So I'm going to have to get my ass down to the Apple store and get it fixed (and I have to drag Nick Burns along with me). Yeah, I need a replacement part after only about 50 days of operation. This is not the reliable, problem-free Apple experience I was expecting. Somehow, I always get the bad luck with big purchases. I get the shitty parts. I get the headaches. Fuck this shitty life!
Dammit, could I just catch a break for once? Jesus, is that so much to ask? God damn this fucking world. Now I really do hope aliens come and destroy the planet. Where the hell was that apocolypse that we were promised? WHERE ARE THE FUCKING TRUMPETS???
Note: I realize that any company I buy a computer from could potentially install a defective hard drive. In no way does this make me completely regret switching to Apple. Will I switch back to PCs? Fuck no. I can't go back to boring operating systems. I'm going to get this fixed and return to the iMac. But I sure as hell will be scared that my hard drive will go on the fritz again. Hell, if I learned anything from this (and it's happened before on the PC and I never ever learn), it's this: BACK UP YOUR FUCKING COMPUTER!!!
If I have to go through that iTunes crap again, I'm just going to have to slam my head through the monitor and end it all now.
The fucking luckiest mother fucker on the planet because I won $15 and a broken hard drive,
Ricky
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So today started out just freakin' fine and dandy. I tend to try and avoid using those queer ass terms such as "fine and dandy," but I'm trying to come off as extremely sarcastic at the moment (as I punch this blog into my keyboard fucking pissed).
I was chatting with S-Dawg while looking up some stuff on the internet. Possibly some Disney stuff. When all of a sudden, my computer starts to freeze up. The screen would freeze up and give me that lovely beach ball mouse icon (the equivalent of the hourglass icon for PC users). These freeze ups lasted for minutes apart and would again freeze when I clicked anywhere on the screen. So I powered it down and back on and would you fucking know it??? The damn thing never starts up again.
So I try my damndest to fix the problem, but after several different scans, I'm told by the computer that the hard drive needs to be repaired. So I'm going to have to get my ass down to the Apple store and get it fixed (and I have to drag Nick Burns along with me). Yeah, I need a replacement part after only about 50 days of operation. This is not the reliable, problem-free Apple experience I was expecting. Somehow, I always get the bad luck with big purchases. I get the shitty parts. I get the headaches. Fuck this shitty life!
Dammit, could I just catch a break for once? Jesus, is that so much to ask? God damn this fucking world. Now I really do hope aliens come and destroy the planet. Where the hell was that apocolypse that we were promised? WHERE ARE THE FUCKING TRUMPETS???
Note: I realize that any company I buy a computer from could potentially install a defective hard drive. In no way does this make me completely regret switching to Apple. Will I switch back to PCs? Fuck no. I can't go back to boring operating systems. I'm going to get this fixed and return to the iMac. But I sure as hell will be scared that my hard drive will go on the fritz again. Hell, if I learned anything from this (and it's happened before on the PC and I never ever learn), it's this: BACK UP YOUR FUCKING COMPUTER!!!
If I have to go through that iTunes crap again, I'm just going to have to slam my head through the monitor and end it all now.
The fucking luckiest mother fucker on the planet because I won $15 and a broken hard drive,
Ricky
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Friday, July 01, 2005
Friggin' Suite!
My new big boss invited my entire department to the Dodgers vs. the D'backs tonight. With the Fourth of July weekend and many co-workers leaving town, extra tickets were distributed to Mother Routes's side and she and Timotei got to go too!
The company has a suite on the first base line and it was freakin' awesome sitting there. From the time we entered, we noticed that our tickets were bigger and grander than normal tickets. We knew exactly where to go, but we asked people anyway so that we could make it KNOWN that we were in the suite.
When we got to the room, many co-workers were already there. They had free food set out; Dodger dogs, barbeque chicken, sandwiches, salad, potato salad, pasta salad, chips, popcorn, assorted nuts, cookies, fruit, beer, soda, mineral water... but the greatest food item came by special cart... The Dessert Wagon. Jebus Crisco, they had desserts up the wazoo. All sorts of cheesecake, Snickers cake, candy, caramel apples, chocolate shot glasses, and cupcakes made it the fatman's heaven. But for me, I got the 6 layer carrot cake which was undoubtedly the BEST carrot cake I've ever had in my life. Six layers of goddamn goodness with a whipped cream that bitch-slapped my tastebuds. I ate so much.
The game was awesome too! The Dodgers kicked major major league ass! There were two homeruns and Jason Repko made a spectacular catch out in right field where he slammed into a lighted display. It was craaaazy!
I'll have pictures from the event soon.
In other news, I am getting a new pair of eye glasses. I've been heavily wearing my contact lenses for the past year (day in and day out from 5am to midnight) and my eyeball is telling me, "NO!" Something about developing bumps on my eyeball something something. Whatever. I really don't give a shit about my health anymore. Fuck this whole life thing.
Anyway, now I'm trying to cut down on my contact lens reliance and wear glasses most of the time. I had a pair of glasses, but they were really thick, so I never wanted to wear them out. So this time, I paid $255 out-of-pocket for the thinnest pair I could get; the best money can buy. They'd better be nice or that's just another $255 sitting on my counter while I develop more speed bumps on the ol' corneas.
Root root rooting for anything good to happen,
Ricky
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My new big boss invited my entire department to the Dodgers vs. the D'backs tonight. With the Fourth of July weekend and many co-workers leaving town, extra tickets were distributed to Mother Routes's side and she and Timotei got to go too!
The company has a suite on the first base line and it was freakin' awesome sitting there. From the time we entered, we noticed that our tickets were bigger and grander than normal tickets. We knew exactly where to go, but we asked people anyway so that we could make it KNOWN that we were in the suite.
When we got to the room, many co-workers were already there. They had free food set out; Dodger dogs, barbeque chicken, sandwiches, salad, potato salad, pasta salad, chips, popcorn, assorted nuts, cookies, fruit, beer, soda, mineral water... but the greatest food item came by special cart... The Dessert Wagon. Jebus Crisco, they had desserts up the wazoo. All sorts of cheesecake, Snickers cake, candy, caramel apples, chocolate shot glasses, and cupcakes made it the fatman's heaven. But for me, I got the 6 layer carrot cake which was undoubtedly the BEST carrot cake I've ever had in my life. Six layers of goddamn goodness with a whipped cream that bitch-slapped my tastebuds. I ate so much.
The game was awesome too! The Dodgers kicked major major league ass! There were two homeruns and Jason Repko made a spectacular catch out in right field where he slammed into a lighted display. It was craaaazy!
I'll have pictures from the event soon.
In other news, I am getting a new pair of eye glasses. I've been heavily wearing my contact lenses for the past year (day in and day out from 5am to midnight) and my eyeball is telling me, "NO!" Something about developing bumps on my eyeball something something. Whatever. I really don't give a shit about my health anymore. Fuck this whole life thing.
Anyway, now I'm trying to cut down on my contact lens reliance and wear glasses most of the time. I had a pair of glasses, but they were really thick, so I never wanted to wear them out. So this time, I paid $255 out-of-pocket for the thinnest pair I could get; the best money can buy. They'd better be nice or that's just another $255 sitting on my counter while I develop more speed bumps on the ol' corneas.
Root root rooting for anything good to happen,
Ricky
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Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Alien Con Balles
Steven Spielbergo is the man! That guy knows how to shoot big. Huge even.
Timotei and I saw War of the Worlds today. This movie is the definition of summer blockbuster action movie. Every 5 minutes or so, there is a huge scene that either bleeds thrills, chills, intensity, suspense, or all of the above. From the first time a human is obliterated, I was fully engrossed in the film. This wasn't going to be a happy-go-jolly E.T. cutesy whoopsy. There was a genuine threat and genuine fear as I was watching. I got to thinking about what I would be doing if this were to really happen, as if it could happen tomorrow.
The film has several images that only Spielberg could envision. There is a beautiful shot of Dakota Fanning in front of a flowing river. Another terrific scene has Tom Cruise and family walking through a field of falling fabric. The action sequences are enormously thrilling. They are interlaced with quiet scenes that allow you to catch your breathe before the next heart-pounding moment.
I feel the movie goes on too long though. Like A.I. (Artificial Intelligence), midway through the movie, I was happily content with the movie and just wanted it to end on a great note. Sure the movie provides us with more great action scenes, but these scenes are pretty exhausting. And soon you start to wonder how and when it'll come to its conclusion. And that brings us to the matter of the conclusion. It's a fine ending... I don't want to say anything. I was a little ehhhh about some things, but overall, I think it's a nice way to end the movie and a nice explanation. I think this movie will be even better on the second viewing since you know where it's going.
Now it may seem like I'm on the fence about recommending the film, but this isn't the case. I totally recommend seeing this in theaters. There are too many exhilarating moments that need to be seen to believe. This movie will become a classic. This movie grabbed and engrossed me more than Batman Begins even! Not to say that WOTW is better than Batman. I think Batman was a more satisfying movie. But it didn't pull me into it as much as WOTW. I mean, Batman. There was no real danger. We knew he was going to live. But in WOTW, there was a real sense of fear and danger for these characters.
Anyway, I'm rambling now. I really liked the movie a lot. It's definitely not perfect; far from it. But it's pretty damn awesome with some nice ideas. Oh, and it reminded me of Half Life 2.
Thumbs up; Ebert's crazy,
Ricky
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Steven Spielbergo is the man! That guy knows how to shoot big. Huge even.
Timotei and I saw War of the Worlds today. This movie is the definition of summer blockbuster action movie. Every 5 minutes or so, there is a huge scene that either bleeds thrills, chills, intensity, suspense, or all of the above. From the first time a human is obliterated, I was fully engrossed in the film. This wasn't going to be a happy-go-jolly E.T. cutesy whoopsy. There was a genuine threat and genuine fear as I was watching. I got to thinking about what I would be doing if this were to really happen, as if it could happen tomorrow.
The film has several images that only Spielberg could envision. There is a beautiful shot of Dakota Fanning in front of a flowing river. Another terrific scene has Tom Cruise and family walking through a field of falling fabric. The action sequences are enormously thrilling. They are interlaced with quiet scenes that allow you to catch your breathe before the next heart-pounding moment.
I feel the movie goes on too long though. Like A.I. (Artificial Intelligence), midway through the movie, I was happily content with the movie and just wanted it to end on a great note. Sure the movie provides us with more great action scenes, but these scenes are pretty exhausting. And soon you start to wonder how and when it'll come to its conclusion. And that brings us to the matter of the conclusion. It's a fine ending... I don't want to say anything. I was a little ehhhh about some things, but overall, I think it's a nice way to end the movie and a nice explanation. I think this movie will be even better on the second viewing since you know where it's going.
Now it may seem like I'm on the fence about recommending the film, but this isn't the case. I totally recommend seeing this in theaters. There are too many exhilarating moments that need to be seen to believe. This movie will become a classic. This movie grabbed and engrossed me more than Batman Begins even! Not to say that WOTW is better than Batman. I think Batman was a more satisfying movie. But it didn't pull me into it as much as WOTW. I mean, Batman. There was no real danger. We knew he was going to live. But in WOTW, there was a real sense of fear and danger for these characters.
Anyway, I'm rambling now. I really liked the movie a lot. It's definitely not perfect; far from it. But it's pretty damn awesome with some nice ideas. Oh, and it reminded me of Half Life 2.
Thumbs up; Ebert's crazy,
Ricky
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Monday, June 20, 2005
The Luck of the Chineesy
Firstly, I must say... HOLLA to Angel Wing Jasmine who found herself a 6'8" Firefighter/EMT. I really hope this guy is the dreamboat you've been looking for! If not, I'll have to set you up with Cerberus.
Now, take a gander at this:
Am I a lucky bastard or just a bastard. You decide.
I thought it was damn cool that all of the numbers turned out to be the winning number, but couldn't it have been a bigger cash prize? I mean, damn! I want to be rich already so that I don't have to work anymore. I really want to buy that house in Beverly Hills because that's where I wanna be!
Well say good bye to me my little friends because I won't be having much time for the rest of the year, it seems. We are coming across some serious deadlines at work. Things need to be done and tested before products are released and I'm in charge of many of them (some that need to be completed by early July). And to make matters even more pressing, I have to start studying my ass off to take a licensing exam in September. Yeah, that's a long whiles away, but it's also a lot to study. It's the SATs all over again.
So, to summarize. Money. Busy. Cry. Cry. Pee.
Any questions?
Gee whizzy whizzin',
Ricky
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Firstly, I must say... HOLLA to Angel Wing Jasmine who found herself a 6'8" Firefighter/EMT. I really hope this guy is the dreamboat you've been looking for! If not, I'll have to set you up with Cerberus.
Now, take a gander at this:
Am I a lucky bastard or just a bastard. You decide.
I thought it was damn cool that all of the numbers turned out to be the winning number, but couldn't it have been a bigger cash prize? I mean, damn! I want to be rich already so that I don't have to work anymore. I really want to buy that house in Beverly Hills because that's where I wanna be!
Well say good bye to me my little friends because I won't be having much time for the rest of the year, it seems. We are coming across some serious deadlines at work. Things need to be done and tested before products are released and I'm in charge of many of them (some that need to be completed by early July). And to make matters even more pressing, I have to start studying my ass off to take a licensing exam in September. Yeah, that's a long whiles away, but it's also a lot to study. It's the SATs all over again.
So, to summarize. Money. Busy. Cry. Cry. Pee.
Any questions?
Gee whizzy whizzin',
Ricky
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