the state of the union address is long and boring, like a slightly less-entertaining version of Avatar with better acting. you can read all the bullet points tomorrow in whatever your chosen newspaper is, or get some REAL information from jon stewart.
that said, there is literally only ONE REASON to actually WATCH the state of the union address:
it makes for a bad-ass drinking game.
THE RULES:
presidential catchphrase = 1/2 a beer (obama's favorite seems to be "MAKE NO MISTAKE...")
double-talk/contradiction = sip of any drink (this happens often. low penalty.)
democratic applause = sip of beer (LIGHT sip. otherwise, you will die.)
applause from BOTH sides of the aisle = (a shot. very low probability.)
standing ovation = chug beer for as long as the ovation lasts.
cut-away to previous presidents or first ladies = 1/2 a beer
have fun. don't drive.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
dry run
a day full of adventures, loved ones, music, great booze and better food. hard to ask for more.
i've never seen little yosemite in sunol so saturated. storms had (i believe it's) alameda creek absolutely raging. most of the routes i take and jumps i clear were absolutely impassible, and half the jumps would have resulted in severe injury due simply to the fact that the eroded granite boulders littering the creek bed were horribly slick; this still didn't stop scott from climbing this near-vertical monolith just because i said "lemee see those climbing skills" as a joke. i made it three feet off the ground. i don't climb in the rain.
writing music has become extremely frustrating. every day (hell... every TIME) i pick up my guitar, i'm composing from a different place. tapping different influences. ripping different riffs. the problem is those different influences. they're TOO different. one day it's melodic metal (in flames/dethklok/black dahlia murder). the next it's noisy, almost dissonant punk (small brown bike/hot water music/early alkaine trio). those sounds simply don't mix. this is why i stick to "writing" video game music.
shameless plug: http://www.myspace.com/probotectorrocks
it's always fun and a little weird to meet someone you thought you'd only ever know in an online-fashion, without them ever knowing you. do you tell them about how you know about their recent vacation? about their great taste in music? does knowing this without them knowing you constitute a felony?
i've started a very happy and beneficial relationship. hopefully trader joe's doesn't pull the rug out on me. again. http://twitpic.com/ztrrw
still daydreaming about joshua tree. i know i'm into something when it becomes my lappy's desktop pic. heading out to REI tomorrow to pick up a map and guidebook. time to start waypointing.
i hope my backpacking buddies like ramen and trail mix. i may slum it a bit.
i've never seen little yosemite in sunol so saturated. storms had (i believe it's) alameda creek absolutely raging. most of the routes i take and jumps i clear were absolutely impassible, and half the jumps would have resulted in severe injury due simply to the fact that the eroded granite boulders littering the creek bed were horribly slick; this still didn't stop scott from climbing this near-vertical monolith just because i said "lemee see those climbing skills" as a joke. i made it three feet off the ground. i don't climb in the rain.
writing music has become extremely frustrating. every day (hell... every TIME) i pick up my guitar, i'm composing from a different place. tapping different influences. ripping different riffs. the problem is those different influences. they're TOO different. one day it's melodic metal (in flames/dethklok/black dahlia murder). the next it's noisy, almost dissonant punk (small brown bike/hot water music/early alkaine trio). those sounds simply don't mix. this is why i stick to "writing" video game music.
shameless plug: http://www.myspace.com/probotectorrocks
it's always fun and a little weird to meet someone you thought you'd only ever know in an online-fashion, without them ever knowing you. do you tell them about how you know about their recent vacation? about their great taste in music? does knowing this without them knowing you constitute a felony?
i've started a very happy and beneficial relationship. hopefully trader joe's doesn't pull the rug out on me. again. http://twitpic.com/ztrrw
still daydreaming about joshua tree. i know i'm into something when it becomes my lappy's desktop pic. heading out to REI tomorrow to pick up a map and guidebook. time to start waypointing.
i hope my backpacking buddies like ramen and trail mix. i may slum it a bit.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
heycoolthanks.
i kinda need this.
mostly because it will serve as a kind of therapy. it's fun to record your thoughts, only to come back, review, and wonder who wrote them when you weren't looking.
also, because i wonder if i still have the capacity to "write." i loved it once. it was more than a hobby; it was an escape. once or twice a week i would put down half a bottle of shaw and vent about varying topics, but it was usually a's-related (and yes, i still detest billy beane). i want that again.
i was too lazy to dig out my hard copy of "war all the time." i downloaded it instead. it is less than CD quality. i hear warbling. it is deeply upsetting.
the last time i really wrote, it ended up being a 90-some-odd page nightmare of self-serving garbage. to go back and reread more than a page is humiliating. one other person has a copy, and i'm glad. glad it's only ONE, but more glad that it's THAT person. it's the only person i'd want to have that kind of insight, because that person didn't need a stack of poorly-written gibberish to have it.
i am amused by how many times i've changed the font of this entry, as if the font can convey something words can't. here's the funny part: it can.
the advent of this... *sigh* blog... coincides with a new year's resolution to READ MORE. stop re-watching the same movies. stop downloading television shows. stop stealing palahniuk's style.
another thing: i am impressionable. watching "eastbound and down" makes me swear more. listening to in flames makes for more melodic guitar parts. and reading great authors makes me want to be a better writer.
i guess "impressionable" isn't always bad.
speaking of in flames AND fonts: why did a swedish metal band choose comic sans as the font for one of their albums. i guess metal is pretty silly, most of the time.
applying to another fire department this week, getting more stuff together for medic school, and going hiking finally.
joshua tree in april.
i plan on getting lost.
you're invited.
mostly because it will serve as a kind of therapy. it's fun to record your thoughts, only to come back, review, and wonder who wrote them when you weren't looking.
also, because i wonder if i still have the capacity to "write." i loved it once. it was more than a hobby; it was an escape. once or twice a week i would put down half a bottle of shaw and vent about varying topics, but it was usually a's-related (and yes, i still detest billy beane). i want that again.
i was too lazy to dig out my hard copy of "war all the time." i downloaded it instead. it is less than CD quality. i hear warbling. it is deeply upsetting.
the last time i really wrote, it ended up being a 90-some-odd page nightmare of self-serving garbage. to go back and reread more than a page is humiliating. one other person has a copy, and i'm glad. glad it's only ONE, but more glad that it's THAT person. it's the only person i'd want to have that kind of insight, because that person didn't need a stack of poorly-written gibberish to have it.
i am amused by how many times i've changed the font of this entry, as if the font can convey something words can't. here's the funny part: it can.
the advent of this... *sigh* blog... coincides with a new year's resolution to READ MORE. stop re-watching the same movies. stop downloading television shows. stop stealing palahniuk's style.
another thing: i am impressionable. watching "eastbound and down" makes me swear more. listening to in flames makes for more melodic guitar parts. and reading great authors makes me want to be a better writer.
i guess "impressionable" isn't always bad.
speaking of in flames AND fonts: why did a swedish metal band choose comic sans as the font for one of their albums. i guess metal is pretty silly, most of the time.
applying to another fire department this week, getting more stuff together for medic school, and going hiking finally.
joshua tree in april.
i plan on getting lost.
you're invited.
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