Tuesday, August 30, 2005
I have taken "six on the brain" as my own responsibility now. Blog readers crave mundane details with wit.
1. We've finished Season One and started on Season Two. We kinda sorta own it now. It was her birthday gift to me. When you're an addict, you'll do all sorts of things for your rock. Thankfully we didn't have to do too much.
2. Now that we won't be getting the discs from Netflix, I can be watching movies again. Which is weird. But it will work well. I can watch a movie when I get home from work, and then when she gets off work, we can watch "The O.C." Recommendations welcome, as always.
3. After watching a lot of "The O.C.," I've decided that Chris Carmack (Luke) could play my friend Shaffer. All Mizzou nerds, weigh in on this one. I've found three other O.C. actors who could portray my friends. Hot people + the beach = awesome x 10.
4. One of the discs I got from Netflix was "Bill Hicks Live - Satirist, Social Critic, Stand-Up Comedian". It compiles three of his last performances before he died and includes a documentary about him. One of my favorite stand-up comedians is Eddie Izzard and he was even in the documentary talking about Bill Hicks' impact. The thing about Bill Hicks is that he delivered his routines like a preacher delivering a sermon. He criticized religious fundamentalism and the hypocrisy of some Christians but also talked about one-ness with God. He wasn't just about fart jokes so that he could sound raunchy. Everything had an underlying (or blatant) message meant to be taken in the context of the times. He died in 1994, so whenever he says something about "Bush" or "Iraq," he's not really talking about Dubya. Though you can infer he'd say the same things. All Netflix users, liberals or liberal-minded Christians, get some Bill Hicks (videos or iTunes, or whatever).
5. I finished the beers of the world club last week. Meaning that within the last year, I've had every beer served at Bumstead's. Which is about 100 or so beers. Some were good, some tasted like ass. And not good ass. Bad ass. But out of the deal, I got a shirt and I'll get a pilsner glass with my name engraved on it. Plus my name on a plaque with all the other people who finished the card. I know, I'm a loser. But humor me.
6. I went to Jack's paper's site to see how much damage Jackson was getting, when I found this article about Katrina's effect on New Orleans. I liked the glimmer of hope in it. Read it.
1. We've finished Season One and started on Season Two. We kinda sorta own it now. It was her birthday gift to me. When you're an addict, you'll do all sorts of things for your rock. Thankfully we didn't have to do too much.
2. Now that we won't be getting the discs from Netflix, I can be watching movies again. Which is weird. But it will work well. I can watch a movie when I get home from work, and then when she gets off work, we can watch "The O.C." Recommendations welcome, as always.
3. After watching a lot of "The O.C.," I've decided that Chris Carmack (Luke) could play my friend Shaffer. All Mizzou nerds, weigh in on this one. I've found three other O.C. actors who could portray my friends. Hot people + the beach = awesome x 10.
4. One of the discs I got from Netflix was "Bill Hicks Live - Satirist, Social Critic, Stand-Up Comedian". It compiles three of his last performances before he died and includes a documentary about him. One of my favorite stand-up comedians is Eddie Izzard and he was even in the documentary talking about Bill Hicks' impact. The thing about Bill Hicks is that he delivered his routines like a preacher delivering a sermon. He criticized religious fundamentalism and the hypocrisy of some Christians but also talked about one-ness with God. He wasn't just about fart jokes so that he could sound raunchy. Everything had an underlying (or blatant) message meant to be taken in the context of the times. He died in 1994, so whenever he says something about "Bush" or "Iraq," he's not really talking about Dubya. Though you can infer he'd say the same things. All Netflix users, liberals or liberal-minded Christians, get some Bill Hicks (videos or iTunes, or whatever).
5. I finished the beers of the world club last week. Meaning that within the last year, I've had every beer served at Bumstead's. Which is about 100 or so beers. Some were good, some tasted like ass. And not good ass. Bad ass. But out of the deal, I got a shirt and I'll get a pilsner glass with my name engraved on it. Plus my name on a plaque with all the other people who finished the card. I know, I'm a loser. But humor me.
6. I went to Jack's paper's site to see how much damage Jackson was getting, when I found this article about Katrina's effect on New Orleans. I liked the glimmer of hope in it. Read it.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Yeah, you need to read this article. Luckily, Erica just copied and pasted it for us. And all the parts she bolded? Would have been the same ones I would have bolded.
Janelle and I are closing in on the end of season one of "The O.C." Meaning we get to start season two! Just in time to start season three.
OMG, this is crack rock. This is worse than "Melrose Place." About as bad as I was with "The X-Files." Or both. OMG. This is celluloid crack rock. I luuuurve it.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
OK, so 66.6 percent of my readers have already seen this, because I sent it in an e-mail:
Maybe it's because I've always thought Pat Robertson and the Christian Coalition and the 700 Club were full of shit, but I was not too shocked or offended by Robertson putting the hit out. Yes, it was wrong and vile and morally wrong, but then again, this guy's track record is not one that makes me think, "Oh, what a good Christian who's all of a sudden going bad! And to think! I used to see him on Thursday nights at Middlebush!"
But lest my Protestant friends think I'm being biased: We Catholics have had leaders who put the hits out on leaders of foreign countries. These leaders were called "popes."
I hope that doesn't make me cynical. It's just that I've come to think of Robertson and Falwell and "those guys" as just cartoons. Cartoons whose opinions and comments don't shock me.
Maybe it's because I grew up reading transcripts of the meetings of the conferences of Catholic bishops, and have of those meetings were summarized as, "Bishop Gregory said we should do this, and Bishop So-And-So urged the lawmakers of this state to do this, and then he implored..." These guys yield a lot of influence in certain places, sure, but I just got sick of the MSA-type nonsense verbs. It's like I was reading something written by Christian and Mary Jo.
Maybe it's because I've always thought Pat Robertson and the Christian Coalition and the 700 Club were full of shit, but I was not too shocked or offended by Robertson putting the hit out. Yes, it was wrong and vile and morally wrong, but then again, this guy's track record is not one that makes me think, "Oh, what a good Christian who's all of a sudden going bad! And to think! I used to see him on Thursday nights at Middlebush!"
But lest my Protestant friends think I'm being biased: We Catholics have had leaders who put the hits out on leaders of foreign countries. These leaders were called "popes."
I hope that doesn't make me cynical. It's just that I've come to think of Robertson and Falwell and "those guys" as just cartoons. Cartoons whose opinions and comments don't shock me.
Maybe it's because I grew up reading transcripts of the meetings of the conferences of Catholic bishops, and have of those meetings were summarized as, "Bishop Gregory said we should do this, and Bishop So-And-So urged the lawmakers of this state to do this, and then he implored..." These guys yield a lot of influence in certain places, sure, but I just got sick of the MSA-type nonsense verbs. It's like I was reading something written by Christian and Mary Jo.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
I looove The New York Times. These quotes are so good, you'd think Jackie got them.
"Marijuana made me a better parent, a better lover, a better businessman," he solemnly told his supporters. Immediately after the broadcast, he was quick to add, "a better driver, too."
...A lanky Canadian with a taste for bland T-shirts and chinos, he proudly promotes himself as the leader of the sizable Vancouver marijuana counterculture that is condoned by the municipal government and much of the city's population. He postures as just a regular guy who loves the Vancouver Canucks, and rarely smokes more than a joint or two a day.
But apparently pot hasn't improved his fashion sense or his taste in sports.
This Johnny Appleseed Is Wanted by the Law [NYT]
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In the green scheme of things, death becomes a vehicle for land conservation and saving the planet. "It is not enough to be a corpse anymore," said Thomas Lynch, an author, poet and Michigan funeral director. "Now, you have to be a politically correct corpse."
Note to Jake: Politically Correct Corpse = great name for a band. Or at least an EP.
Eco-Friendly Burial Sites Give a Chance to Be Green Forever [NYT]
Friday, August 12, 2005
Things you need to know (but not really):
1. The new Gorillaz album is not bad.
2. "The Immaculate Collection" is great to play when you're cleaning the house. As long as I skip past track 12.
3. This time last year, Hurricane Charley was coming up the coast. A year later, we're on our eighth tropical storm of the year. Irene. I really hope we don't get to Ophelia. I am fond of my torso and my house.
4. I'm thirteen away from finishing my "Beers of the World" card.
5. Belinda Carlisle and Donnie Wahlberg have a birthday on Wednesday. As do Sean Penn and Robert DeNiro. Madonna's is the day before.
1. The new Gorillaz album is not bad.
2. "The Immaculate Collection" is great to play when you're cleaning the house. As long as I skip past track 12.
3. This time last year, Hurricane Charley was coming up the coast. A year later, we're on our eighth tropical storm of the year. Irene. I really hope we don't get to Ophelia. I am fond of my torso and my house.
4. I'm thirteen away from finishing my "Beers of the World" card.
5. Belinda Carlisle and Donnie Wahlberg have a birthday on Wednesday. As do Sean Penn and Robert DeNiro. Madonna's is the day before.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Brian: I saw the crackhead who speaks in tongues again today. He just sits in one spot and shakes.
Pat: And he's still speaking in tongues?
Brian: Yup.
Pat: I want to be a crackhead!
Brian: Ehhh, you really don't. I mean, you might you'd want to. It sounds fun, but if I were you, I'd pick a different drug. You don't want to get on something where you can't function.
Pat: Yeah?
Brian: Yeah, I mean, you can get drunk and be like, "Hey, I'm rolling around in my own piss and shit!" And then you can get up and go take care of business and be normal again. Can't do that when you're a crackhead.
Pat: But speaking in tongues would be pretty cool.
So, at every Pelicans game, they have a sumo match where they have two people from the crowd put on sumo pads and costumes and fight. They jump on each other and try to not fall on their face. Tonight, my friend and I were supposed to be the goobers doing that. I was pumped. She said she'd kick my ass, and most of the newsroom was putting bets on her. She's really skinny but that means she's probably really scrappy. I brought a camera and planned on taking pictures.
Except the game got rained out after the second inning. It was like "The Day After Tomorrow" or something along those lines. It had been drizzling and raining on and off all day, but then it was sunny for a few hours late in the afternoon, making me think the game would work out. And then clouds came in from the east and soon all the people not sitting in the bleachers came up there and crowded our shit.
But I met a cool kid. There were people behind us singing songs and I looked back and saw a bunch of kids with a few "young adults." I asked if they were from a camp and it turned out they were from a Hebrew camp at one of the local temples. I expressed interest and they said, "Are you Jewish?"
"No, but... there's someone who is."
The kid loved that and the counselor just furrowed her brow.
Then they asked where I was from. I said "St. Louis," which apparently the counselor thought was near New Orleans. When I told her no, she looked at me funny, pooled all her kids together and left. In the pouring rain. But the cool kid was cool and kept saying, "Attaboy!" to me when I knew what the counselor was referring to when she said "shabbat" and "sabbath."
Score: Kid 2, Counselor NADA
Note: I've passed more temples and congregations here than I ever passed in London. Counter-intuitive, eh?
Note, part deux: Didn't go to Digital Underground, thus missing my chance to grab Humpty in the biscuits. He said, "Do Whatcha Like," and I liked hanging out with my brother and going to bed early. But I do shoot an arrow like Cupid. And I say words that don't mean nothin'. Like "looptid."
Note, part deux, part deux: "The O.C" discs 3 and 4 should come later this week!
Pat: And he's still speaking in tongues?
Brian: Yup.
Pat: I want to be a crackhead!
Brian: Ehhh, you really don't. I mean, you might you'd want to. It sounds fun, but if I were you, I'd pick a different drug. You don't want to get on something where you can't function.
Pat: Yeah?
Brian: Yeah, I mean, you can get drunk and be like, "Hey, I'm rolling around in my own piss and shit!" And then you can get up and go take care of business and be normal again. Can't do that when you're a crackhead.
Pat: But speaking in tongues would be pretty cool.
So, at every Pelicans game, they have a sumo match where they have two people from the crowd put on sumo pads and costumes and fight. They jump on each other and try to not fall on their face. Tonight, my friend and I were supposed to be the goobers doing that. I was pumped. She said she'd kick my ass, and most of the newsroom was putting bets on her. She's really skinny but that means she's probably really scrappy. I brought a camera and planned on taking pictures.
Except the game got rained out after the second inning. It was like "The Day After Tomorrow" or something along those lines. It had been drizzling and raining on and off all day, but then it was sunny for a few hours late in the afternoon, making me think the game would work out. And then clouds came in from the east and soon all the people not sitting in the bleachers came up there and crowded our shit.
But I met a cool kid. There were people behind us singing songs and I looked back and saw a bunch of kids with a few "young adults." I asked if they were from a camp and it turned out they were from a Hebrew camp at one of the local temples. I expressed interest and they said, "Are you Jewish?"
"No, but... there's someone who is."
The kid loved that and the counselor just furrowed her brow.
Then they asked where I was from. I said "St. Louis," which apparently the counselor thought was near New Orleans. When I told her no, she looked at me funny, pooled all her kids together and left. In the pouring rain. But the cool kid was cool and kept saying, "Attaboy!" to me when I knew what the counselor was referring to when she said "shabbat" and "sabbath."
Score: Kid 2, Counselor NADA
Note: I've passed more temples and congregations here than I ever passed in London. Counter-intuitive, eh?
Note, part deux: Didn't go to Digital Underground, thus missing my chance to grab Humpty in the biscuits. He said, "Do Whatcha Like," and I liked hanging out with my brother and going to bed early. But I do shoot an arrow like Cupid. And I say words that don't mean nothin'. Like "looptid."
Note, part deux, part deux: "The O.C" discs 3 and 4 should come later this week!
Thursday, August 04, 2005
From: Pat's inner self
To: Pat
You haven't blogged in more than a week. What gives?
From: Pat
To: Pat's inner self
I have no fun updates, except that I've been up to frivolous, meaningless shit.
From: Pat's inner self
To: Pat
Oh, OK. Commence with frivolous, meaningless shit.
"I listen to the same music as Marissa Cooper?"
Pat: I'll get to watch Mischa and her funky eyes
Katy: and her funky everything
Pat: yeah I used to think she was hot
Katy: she's kinda weird, but the show is great
Katy: her stylist doesn't feed her anymore
Katy: she looks hungry all the time
Pat: like Jodie Foster in Nell?
Pat: like she just needs a biscuit?
Katy: haaaa
Katy: she just needs to hit up the Bojangles drive-thru
Pat: oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
Once again, Netflix has helped introduce me to a TV show. Janelle and I have made our way through four episodes of "The O.C." and tonight, we start disc 2. It is my shit. Peter Gallagher is my shit. The whole show is my shit. Though I want to have a serious "come-to-Jesus" with both Luke and Summer.
But shhhhhh! No spoilers! I'm only in season one! I know Anna doesn't stay on forever and I know Summer gets nicer, but please, no spoilers!
We watched the cotillion episode last night and it made me cringe to think I, too, had to do cotillion. Thankfully I never had to go to any "coming out" debutante balls. Most of the people I knew who "came out" had their own balls and did so over a beer. Or an episode of "Will and Grace."
You... with the baby... get off the beach... stat
Next time I see an infant on the beach in three-digit heat, I'm scooping up that kid and calling DFS. Ridiculous.
Stop whatcha doin...
Digital Underground is coming on Sunday. Yay or nay?
To: Pat
You haven't blogged in more than a week. What gives?
From: Pat
To: Pat's inner self
I have no fun updates, except that I've been up to frivolous, meaningless shit.
From: Pat's inner self
To: Pat
Oh, OK. Commence with frivolous, meaningless shit.
Pat: I'll get to watch Mischa and her funky eyes
Katy: and her funky everything
Pat: yeah I used to think she was hot
Katy: she's kinda weird, but the show is great
Katy: her stylist doesn't feed her anymore
Katy: she looks hungry all the time
Pat: like Jodie Foster in Nell?
Pat: like she just needs a biscuit?
Katy: haaaa
Katy: she just needs to hit up the Bojangles drive-thru
Pat: oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
Once again, Netflix has helped introduce me to a TV show. Janelle and I have made our way through four episodes of "The O.C." and tonight, we start disc 2. It is my shit. Peter Gallagher is my shit. The whole show is my shit. Though I want to have a serious "come-to-Jesus" with both Luke and Summer.
But shhhhhh! No spoilers! I'm only in season one! I know Anna doesn't stay on forever and I know Summer gets nicer, but please, no spoilers!
We watched the cotillion episode last night and it made me cringe to think I, too, had to do cotillion. Thankfully I never had to go to any "coming out" debutante balls. Most of the people I knew who "came out" had their own balls and did so over a beer. Or an episode of "Will and Grace."
Next time I see an infant on the beach in three-digit heat, I'm scooping up that kid and calling DFS. Ridiculous.
Digital Underground is coming on Sunday. Yay or nay?
