Sunday, April 30, 2006

Shorts from Last Week

Mary JaneI figure most of these were stories or ideas either too short or too insignificant for one post. I decided to post them all here in no particular order.

» Random Points
Jack has a gay stalker. I actually believe him.

All-things-ninja seemed like a theme for last week. Ninja Gaiden, the new hamster, and last week’s episode of the Sopranos were signs too blatant to ignore.

Meghan and I were unable to come to a conclusion over who was hotter: Katie Meagher or Tiffany Barnett. You decide!

Warren Ellis is gone on a trip and FARK isn’t feeding me anything interesting. I’m so without good, crazy news.

» Four Colors on Pulp
I find it weird that Jeph Loeb’s writing comics with two of my favorite artists from the mid-90’s. They first announced that Joe Madureira (Uncanny X-Men, Battle-Chasers) would be penciling his first arc on The Ultimates. Madureira was one of my favorite artists in my early high school years and the main reason I read Uncanny. A week or two ago they also announce that Jeph Loeb would be doing some sort of Spider-Man project with J. Scott Campbell, whose art was the reason I started to pick up Gen 13 around the same time. The picture linked with this post is a sketch of Mary Jane by Campbell, in case you were wondering. He’s known for cheesecake comic art.

» The Bookshelf
I’m currently reading (or finishing) The Prince by Machiavelli, Angels and Demons by Dan Brown, and On Bullshit by Harry G. Frankfurt. I think I might reread Jared Diamond’s Guns, Germs, and Steel later and maybe even (gasp) some of the stuff Meghan suggested.

» Heavy Rotation
My current top five on iTunes are:
1. “Lasiurus” composed by Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard
2. “Orion” by Metallica
3. “Aerith’s Theme” composed by Nobuo Uematsu
4. “Trinity” by Carlos Santana and Kirk Hammett
5. “Awake” by Godsmack
Here’s an interesting note about the songs listed above. All except for “Awake” are instrumentals, so no lyrics. I believe that lyrics add limits to music and constrain the possibilities of its meaning definitely.
♪…LAST DANCE WITH MARY JANE
ONE MORE TIME TO KILL THE PAIN
I FEEL SUMMER CREEPIN’ IN AND I’M
TIRED OF THIS TOWN AGAIN...♪
Song of the Moment: “Last Dance with Mary Jane” by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Quick to Point the Finger

Spider-Man SMASH!!!I came back to my room yesterday looking for Angels and Demons, a book I borrowed from my roommate, Jack, only to not see it in its normal spot on my window shelf. As part of my brain was trying to guess where it was (under a pile of comics on my bed), another part of my brain immediately began to try and figure out why Jack would’ve taken the book back and began running various retaliation scenarios. Luckily I found the book and didn’t end up doing something stupid. Yes, this is a normally how my brain functions, so beware. Yes, I know this is a problem. Just be happy that I don't always act on impulse.
♪…POINT THE FINGER, SLOW TO UNDERSTAND
ARROGANCE AND IGNORANCE GO HAND IN HAND…♪
Song of the Moment: “Holier Than Thou” by Metallica

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

The Voice of Silence No More

Do you see what I see?I snagged this post concept from Raven, who snagged it from one of his friends. I like the idea. Here are the rules:
1) List ten things you want to say to people but know you never will.
2) Don't say who they are.
3) Disable comments.
4) Never discuss it again.
I used to do something similar, but I think I usually named names in those posts. I think I’ll break the rule above about only ten things since I have so much more to say. Well without further adieu, let’s begin…
I don’t deserve you. I’m selfish, I’m spiteful, but you’ve been with me since the beginning. I’m feel ashamed of how I’ve used you and I wonder if it’s possible to ever make up for all your kindness and patience.

Your presence humbles me. Sometimes I’m arrogant enough to believe that my life is bad, but then I remember your example. You taught me that no matter how hard things get, you need to keep on swinging and never to stay down.

I did not want to eat lunch the day I met you. I honestly did try to bolt for the Campbell Barracks food court thinking I could avoid you. I’m glad I overestimated my ability to disappear that day. The friendship we have is the longest running and the strongest that I have. Here’s to another ten years, buddy.

I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that was genuinely nicer in my life, and I’ve met a lot of people around the world. I feel so bad about the shit that’s gone down with you in the last couple years and hope that soon everything will be ten times better for you.

I love to HATE you. You’re arrogant, cocky… I’d better stop, I could go on forever. What annoys me the most is despite all your boasting, you lie very little about these things. You’re one of the most competent people I know. I enjoy your company and I’ll miss it later, I know it.

Sometimes I like to joke to myself that you’re the fourth wise man, it’s just that you must’ve taken a wrong turn in the desert and missed that important event and got left out of the book. I value your counsel and cherished the meals we’ve had together, despite tuning you out whenever you started to get technical.

I’ll admit it, I thoroughly enjoyed ramming your head into the wall while using your own momentum against you. I’ll also admit to missing your spazziness.

Sometimes I wish I could slam your head into a wall, other times I wish I could hug you. You have the ability to infuriate me to the highest degree, while at other times you’re one of my closest friends.

You were my “therapist,” and I miss hanging out with you.

I learned more about you in four days than I had known in four years. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still physically drawn to you, but you’ve got some personality problems to work on.

I fell in love with you and you elicited feelings in me that I didn’t think were possible. You taught be to never let someone close enough to hurt me again.

I’m not sure if you know you do this, but you use your appearance and gender to your advantage, and it sickens me. Don’t be surprised if I don’t feel the need to call you back.

You psychotic, sexually-inept bitch. Next time aim the pepper spray at my face instead of my arm pit (I’ll admit, I blocked that one time) when you feel like attacking me in a public place.

I think your first words to me were a stiff “You there,” followed by a query. My first thoughts were “prick.” Like one of the friends described above, my opinion about you has changed, but every time I hear you use the word “but” in response to anything I say, I just want to reach over and punch you hard in the mouth.

You’ll forever haunt my dreams with your perfection and forever will you be a symbol for the unattainable.
Finally! **catches breath** I’m done with this opinionated blog of monumental proportions. I wonder if anyone will figure out who’s who on there, or if any even cares to bother reading?
♪DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?
TRUTH IS AN OFFENCE
YOUR SILENCE FOR YOUR CONFIDENCE…♪
Song of the Moment: “Eye of the Beholder” by Metallica

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

For the Fans…

AerithFinal Fantasy VII was a game I fondly remember from my teenage years. An overwhelming majority of Final Fantasy players tout it as the best in the series, despite all the great games released before and after it. The recently released DVD was for all of those people, the fans, as a thank you. This wasn't a movie as much as it was an extended cut-scene, and if you've played any Final Fantasy game in the last ten years or so, you'll know that Square Enix never disappoints in that department. Now I really want to play the damned game again.
“I… won’t remain a memory…”
Movie of the Moment: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children made by those crazy bastards at Square Enix

Monday, April 24, 2006

Some Kind of Fans

Metal up your ass!!!Recommended Reading:Some Kind of Winners.” Metallica.com. 21 Apr. 2006.

“Why’d you pick Metallica as your favorite band?” I get asked this question usually after I reveal to people that my favorite band to be four head bangers from San Francisco, usually in a tone that implies that asker thinks that there’s something wrong with me. My usual reply is that after hearing the song “The Unforgiven” on some kid’s Walkman I instantly became interested in the world of music, though that’s not really the full reason.

Before I ramble on, let me summarize the article linked above. When their documentary, Some Kind of Monster, was released on DVD, a small number of DVDs contained a “golden ticket” that awarded winners with an all-expenses-paid trip to HQ where they got to hang out with a band a day. This wasn’t just some lame extended backstage ticket, many got a chance to jam with the band and listen to the recordings they made while they singing alongside Metallica. I know a lot of artists tout their fans as being the best, but how many of them go out and do something like this for them? Metallica’s also done similar meetings with terminally-ill children through the Make a Wish Foundation.

I think I’ve made a good pick when it comes to bands that I’ll listen to for a lifetime. How many of you can make the same claim?
♪…HOTEL ROOMS AND MOTORWAYS, LIFE OUT HERE IS RAW
BUT WE’LL NEVER STOP, WE’LL NEVER QUIT, ‘CAUSE YOU’RE METALLICA…♪
Song of the Moment: “Whiplash” performed live by Metallica

Sunday, April 23, 2006

American Dreams?

Hill, FaithI don’t remember many dreams, though this one a couple nights ago was weird enough. I really can’t remember why, but early on in this one, I found a hand gun of some sort. For some strange reason, I decided to pick it up and put it in my front-right pocket, doing my best to keep it concealed despite the fact the handle was sticking out a bit.

Later I walk in through the front door of what was supposed to be a friend’s house, though I honestly thought it was indistinguishable from any other generic suburban home. Inside I find Toby Keith and Tim McGraw sitting at a table playing Texas Hold ‘Em and drinking brews. Funny thing is that I really don’t listen country much at all, and if I do, it’s usually Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, or Hank Williams, Jr.; the old shit, you know? Well, I just sat down without saying a word and listened to the two country singers talk about aliases they’d used in the past when booked into hotels on tours. After a while I began hoping that Shania Twain and/or Faith Hill would appear naked in this wacky dream, but no such luck. For some reason, Jack’s dog, Boden appeared and starts growling at my, his stare fixated on my front-right pocket. I then noticed that the two singers also had their attentions on me while reaching for shotguns that I don’t remember leaning on their chairs. I get up slowly with my hands up, and make my way out of the house without any shots fired.

After leaving the house I’m surprised to hear my phone ring. I pull it out of my pocket and groan in disappointment when I find it’s my RAZR (I have multiple phones). The caller’s my old buddy Chris, whom I’d just spoken to for the first time in over a year a day or two ago. He said he was holed up in a classroom and needed some help. I make my way to the school he’s in, which was HHS, just all gray. While sneaking through the halls while communicating with Bluetooth headsets (something I don’t own) and as I pass by Mr. Means’ class/lab I hear him whisper, “I shit, I’m about to be caught.” I remember recalling being confused about being able to open the door without being heard. I kicked the guy in the back of his left knee, caught his head between my left arm and ribs under my armpit as he buckled backwards and stabbed my Applegate combat knife at an angle which the blade went under the guy’s ribs and into those vitals protected underneath. He struggled a little but eventually stopped moving. I set him down quietly and crept behind the big table at the front of the class/lab used for demonstrations and then whispered into the Bluetooth headset to see how Chris was doing. Before getting any sort of response, my alarm goes off and it’s 4:35 AM and time for me to go to the gym. Weird ass dream.
♪…SLEEP MY FRIEND AND YOU WILL SEE
THAT DREAM IS MY REALITY
THEY KEEP ME LOCKED UP IN THIS CAGE
CAN’T THEY SEE IT’S WHY MY BRAIN SAYS “RAGE”…♪
Song of the Moment: “Welcome Home (Sanitarium)” by Metallica

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

HOORES!

???I don’t understand how you accidentally sit on a Motorola Razr and accidentally dial somebody. The Razr is a flip phone, so if you sit on the damned thing while it’s open, which is the only way you can possibly access the keypad to dial, you’d cause considerable damage to the phone’s hinge and its ability to operate in general. Second, girl’s tend to carry their phones in their little bags, not pockets. I hate it when people tell lies that are really easy to see through.
♪…DRAGGING ME DOWN
WHY YOU AROUND?
SO USELESS

IT AIN'T MY FALL
IT AIN'T MY CALL
IT AIN'T MY BITCH…♪
Song of the Moment: “Ain’t My Bitch” by Metallica

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Reboot Pending and other Gibbering

StormI read Mark Millar’s Chosen miniseries for Dark Horse the other day. That ending was somewhat disturbing. It’s not the last page that got me; it’s what was explained as what happened. The man’s a master of shock.

Beware Asian buffets that have more than one adjective, especially those with “SUPER GRAND” in all caps. I must’ve gained two inches worth of waistline on Thursday.

Katie Meagher in a bikini... **glazes over for a few moments before shaking head** Stay focused, David.

Michael Turner, an artist that got big due to his work on Top Cow’s Witchblade, has been doing some cool covers for the big two in the last couple years. The picture posted here is his depiction of the character Storm, most likely for that upcoming wedding and all. No, she's not naked, but close enough.

I was rowing earlier tonight on the GT gym’s track, which overlooks the basketball courts. There was some girls’ basketball tourney going on, so a lot of the families were on the track watching. A lot of the little kids were running around and some joined me on the rowing machines next to me. They had problems with it, but it was still fun to watch.

I’ll be beginning training soon.
♪WAIT ANOTHER MINUTE
CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT THIS PAIN HAS FUCKING DONE TO ME
I’M ALIVE AND STILL KICKING
WHAT YOU SEE I CAN’T SEE…
AND MAYBE YOU’LL THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK…♪
Song of the Moment: “Awake” by Godsmack
Jakita Wagner kicking... spine?

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

More Coldplay Bashing

ColdplayFew things in this world warm my soul more than hearing people bash Coldplay in creative ways. I remember nearly falling out of my seat after the jab thrown in The 40-Year Old Virgin. This new one comes to me courtesy of my favorite British writer, Warren Ellis. One thing that might be helpful is the fact that the main singer has a fondness for knit hats.
This year, the US got The Go!Team, whom I've been listening to since the Junior Kickstart EP. Which makes up for exporting Coldplay, I guess, for which we should have been prosecuted under international war crimes law. But, you know, you keep fucking with us at airports and we'll keep sending you educationally subnormal ponces with socks for hats.
Song of the Moment: “Clocks” by Coldplay

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Demon Alcohol

James HetfieldI have trouble sleeping. I workout about three hours a day every day of the week and I still have trouble sleeping, which makes it hard to get up at 4:30 the next morning. Nyquil stopped working for me in 2001, so I’ve had to make some additions. As of late I’ve been adding a double or two of whiskey to get some sort of drowsiness, anything to feel tired enough to sleep soon after laying down. The problem is every time I do this, it brings out my worst fears and anxieties, which taunt me for the hour or two it takes me to fall asleep. I’d stop, but I’d lose needed sleep. Heh, sucks to be me, I guess.
♪…I’M FRANTIC IN YOUR SOOTHING ARMS
I CAN NOT SLEEP IN THIS DOWN FILLED WORLD
I’VE FOUND SAFETY IN THIS LONELINESS
BUT I CAN NOT STAND IT ANYMORE

CROSS MY HEART HOPE NOT TO DIE
SWALLOW EVIL, RIDE THE SKY
LOSE MYSELF IN A CROWDED ROOM
YOU FOOL, YOU FOOL, IT WILL BE HERE SOON…♪
Song of the Moment: “The Unnamed Feeling” by Metallica