(Depeche Mode)' s
"I Just Can't Get It Up"
doo, doo, doo, doodoodoodoo
doo, doo, doo, doodoodoodoo
doo, doo, doo, doodoodoodoo
doo, doo, doodoodoodoodoo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CiG2VeNkLuE
Mar 31, 2009
Mar 30, 2009
Note To Self
To appear normal under the pretenses of public social gatherings, never substitute the sound of regular laughter, with rambunctious utterings of 'LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL...'.
It's not as cool as it sounds in your head.
Signed,
LiFA
It's not as cool as it sounds in your head.
Signed,
LiFA
SO EXCITED that I could FIGURATIVELY crap my pants, and then have to LITERALLY clean it up!
My dearest friend S.G. managed today to procure us some tickets to the upcoming Los Campesinos! concert this coming April 1st (no foolin').
Perhaps one of my all-time favouritest bands ever (....well, for the moment at least), this upcoming event will probably eclipse even a Solar Eclipse on the list of Most Important Things I Have to Witness Live in My Lifetime. And yes, I'm fairly confident those sort of eclipses come once every 200ish years. IVE DONE THE MATH, ladies and gentlemen, and I've got to say: I'm pretty freakin pumped.
Also, thanks to a not-so-recent recent viewing of I Love You, Man (one of two movies I've had the unfortunate pleasure of having to pay money to see in the last several months), I've developed a tender, fostering adoration for Rush that I haven't felt in a long time. Just thought you all should know.
Listening to:
Rush - Moving Pictures, 2112, Snakes and Arrows
Perhaps one of my all-time favouritest bands ever (....well, for the moment at least), this upcoming event will probably eclipse even a Solar Eclipse on the list of Most Important Things I Have to Witness Live in My Lifetime. And yes, I'm fairly confident those sort of eclipses come once every 200ish years. IVE DONE THE MATH, ladies and gentlemen, and I've got to say: I'm pretty freakin pumped.
Also, thanks to a not-so-recent recent viewing of I Love You, Man (one of two movies I've had the unfortunate pleasure of having to pay money to see in the last several months), I've developed a tender, fostering adoration for Rush that I haven't felt in a long time. Just thought you all should know.
Listening to:
Rush - Moving Pictures, 2112, Snakes and Arrows
Mar 22, 2009
Mar 21, 2009
An Aside
Re-reading my last post, I can't believe I didn't notice this the first time:
"Manly Feat Accomplished of the week..."
well, MORE LIKE
"Manly feat. Accomplished - Of The Week"
Be warned. This going-to-be-song is gonna be SIIICK.
"Manly Feat Accomplished of the week..."
well, MORE LIKE
"Manly feat. Accomplished - Of The Week"
Be warned. This going-to-be-song is gonna be SIIICK.
Feeling very manly today. Also a little bit like my heart stopped (the bad kind, not the falling-in-love kind).
Manly Feat Accomplished of the week?
Eating....
Wait, no.
DeVOURING (yes, much more like it) a 5-patty burger at Wendy's. Affectionately known as "A Grand Slam plus a Single", I've pretty much dominated in Restaurant Food Chain Baseball Anecdote BINGO. I would absolutely love (my mouth says yes, but my clogged arteries and heart say no) to see, and of course, eat, whatever they make to be an In-The-Park-Homer. Funny but probably dangerous: my heart stopped for a hundredth of a second. True story. I feel as though it was a sign....that I should be doing this much more often. You know, under the "if it doesn't kill you, it makes your stronger" premise. That way, when your friends say "awh man, I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow", I can stand there and *beam*, because I know that:
YES, WE CAN.
listening to:
Billy Joel - The Stranger
Jamie Lidell - Jim
Eating....
Wait, no.
DeVOURING (yes, much more like it) a 5-patty burger at Wendy's. Affectionately known as "A Grand Slam plus a Single", I've pretty much dominated in Restaurant Food Chain Baseball Anecdote BINGO. I would absolutely love (my mouth says yes, but my clogged arteries and heart say no) to see, and of course, eat, whatever they make to be an In-The-Park-Homer. Funny but probably dangerous: my heart stopped for a hundredth of a second. True story. I feel as though it was a sign....that I should be doing this much more often. You know, under the "if it doesn't kill you, it makes your stronger" premise. That way, when your friends say "awh man, I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow", I can stand there and *beam*, because I know that:
YES, WE CAN.
listening to:
Billy Joel - The Stranger
Jamie Lidell - Jim
Mar 19, 2009
All-nighter. 'Bout time to try that 5-hr-Energy drink I've heard so much about...
Easily the most disappointing-based-solely-on-its-name Mac course ever: Sports Economics.
A close second place: a Gemstones course that doesn't feature any physical viewing or handling of gemstones.
Course-Name-Misnomer Fail.
listening to:
Raphael Saadiq - The Way I See It
The Rolling Stones - Forty Licks
she's a hooooOOOOOoooooooooonky tonk woman
indeed
A close second place: a Gemstones course that doesn't feature any physical viewing or handling of gemstones.
Course-Name-Misnomer Fail.
listening to:
Raphael Saadiq - The Way I See It
The Rolling Stones - Forty Licks
indeed
Shameless Plugs! (but not of the hair variety)
http://swagbucks.com/?cmd=sb-register&rb=405022
do it
(this post is also a concerted one-man effort to keep the blogposts-per-day ratio at 0.5. hmmm. in brief retrospect, nobody likes decimal places. day-per-blogposts? day-per-posts? dpp?
RECONSIDERATION OF RATIO RENAMING'd in progress)
do it
(this post is also a concerted one-man effort to keep the blogposts-per-day ratio at 0.5. hmmm. in brief retrospect, nobody likes decimal places. day-per-blogposts? day-per-posts? dpp?
RECONSIDERATION OF RATIO RENAMING'd in progress)
Prospective Summer Goals
i) Collaborate a series of raps/poems/general rythmicalities that I've concocted over the years.
ii) P90x. but only for like, half of it. but I shall refrain from calling it p45x. for all of our sakes
iii) go hammock-ing...for at mimimum of several weeks
iv) blog more
ii) P90x. but only for like, half of it. but I shall refrain from calling it p45x. for all of our sakes
iii) go hammock-ing...for at mimimum of several weeks
iv) blog more
"More like Quotation!" - friend's yearbook Quotes page
M.Z., on entertaining guests to the house: "*sniffs* Goddamit, it smells like....CHILDBIRTH in here"
Mar 16, 2009
Vincent VanGoghPod
I just love saying that out loud.
Listening to:
Apples in Stereo
Neutral Milk Hotel
Dispatch
Listening to:
Apples in Stereo
Neutral Milk Hotel
Dispatch
My Definition (of a Boombastic Jazz Style)
That title is wildly inaccurate, by-the-by. But it was the only spur-of-the-moment thought that had the word "definition".
My REAL definition I'm going to define is Cruelty
Cruelty (n.): Not, not being not physically able to 'not', no; but having the intention to but not the wherewithal or steadymindedness or prowess or time to drink merrily on St. Patty's day.
As it turns out, I have a term paper and 3-midterms-in-26-hour marathon [side note: I'm having a freakin field day with hyphens. hypen-orgy. THERE, I've done it again. they're so damn practical].
On the thought of St. Patty's day, in spite of the formidable workload ahead of me, I gave myself a one-beer Beer Allowance. Believe you me, were I a better man, I could have made that a Portmonteau and made it stick. Alcohollowance? Alcallowance? Ergh. 5/10 and 2/10.
As I related to a friend recently,
"I would love to have lived my life so, so gloriously, so epicly, so full of wonder and love and everlasting joy and excitement that people drank merrily on the day of my death. Or birth. Whatever St. Patty's deal was."
My REAL definition I'm going to define is Cruelty
Cruelty (n.): Not, not being not physically able to 'not', no; but having the intention to but not the wherewithal or steadymindedness or prowess or time to drink merrily on St. Patty's day.
As it turns out, I have a term paper and 3-midterms-in-26-hour marathon [side note: I'm having a freakin field day with hyphens. hypen-orgy. THERE, I've done it again. they're so damn practical].
On the thought of St. Patty's day, in spite of the formidable workload ahead of me, I gave myself a one-beer Beer Allowance. Believe you me, were I a better man, I could have made that a Portmonteau and made it stick. Alcohollowance? Alcallowance? Ergh. 5/10 and 2/10.
As I related to a friend recently,
"I would love to have lived my life so, so gloriously, so epicly, so full of wonder and love and everlasting joy and excitement that people drank merrily on the day of my death. Or birth. Whatever St. Patty's deal was."
Mar 14, 2009
'Just the Regular'
A near-the-top-of-my-list priority in my life is to visit any certain establishment (restaurant, coffee place, bar, sperm bank, etc.), see the receptionist/barkeeper/cute-coffee-girl, smile and maybe wave, and shout out "just the regular, ____".
Not only do I not think it's a sad reflection of me not going out and visiting new places, I think it really builds and cements that near-unspoken relationship that you, (me), of all the people who walked into that TimHortons/___&Firkin/St. Joseph's Sperm Bank inc. , you (you) would remember me (me).
But lo and behold, it happened to me today!
Today like just now!
I ordered my 'typical' morning breakfast from TimmyHo's, with a slight adjustment to be breakfast-in-a-bagel option (namely, the bagel); and almost as though it was second nature to her, the cute-cashier-girl said "I'm sorry, was that Sesame, or Cinnamon/Raisin [my regular selection]?"
I was extremely taken aback. Which is never a good feeling so early in the morning. Not at 'flabbergasted' level, but it was rising. My TakenAback-o-Meter 4000. Clearly.
Calmly, I picked up my breakfast from the end of the line and walked back home, to write this here post. I'm still, admittedly very mum about this whole ordeal...
MORE FEELINGS TO COME AS THEY OCCUR!
bonus quib:
(I have a penchant for leaving my house wearing my PJs with a pair of jeans over my notoriously this-is-obviously-pj-pants pj pants -- an act that I continued today, as per us..(ual). So, you now know: doublepants.)
Roomie: Hey, you heading out to TimmyHo's?
Me: Yessirree
R: Are you...are you wearing doublepants again?
M: Hey, shuttup, more like I'm wearing my Breakfast Efficiency Attire
R: Well maybe you should zip up your fly.
M: More like my doublefly
Not only do I not think it's a sad reflection of me not going out and visiting new places, I think it really builds and cements that near-unspoken relationship that you, (me), of all the people who walked into that TimHortons/___&Firkin/St. Joseph's Sperm Bank inc. , you (you) would remember me (me).
But lo and behold, it happened to me today!
Today like just now!
I ordered my 'typical' morning breakfast from TimmyHo's, with a slight adjustment to be breakfast-in-a-bagel option (namely, the bagel); and almost as though it was second nature to her, the cute-cashier-girl said "I'm sorry, was that Sesame, or Cinnamon/Raisin [my regular selection]?"
I was extremely taken aback. Which is never a good feeling so early in the morning. Not at 'flabbergasted' level, but it was rising. My TakenAback-o-Meter 4000. Clearly.
Calmly, I picked up my breakfast from the end of the line and walked back home, to write this here post. I'm still, admittedly very mum about this whole ordeal...
MORE FEELINGS TO COME AS THEY OCCUR!
bonus quib:
(I have a penchant for leaving my house wearing my PJs with a pair of jeans over my notoriously this-is-obviously-pj-pants pj pants -- an act that I continued today, as per us..(ual). So, you now know: doublepants.)
Roomie: Hey, you heading out to TimmyHo's?
Me: Yessirree
R: Are you...are you wearing doublepants again?
M: Hey, shuttup, more like I'm wearing my Breakfast Efficiency Attire
R: Well maybe you should zip up your fly.
M: More like my doublefly
Sad
Much condolences to the family of Detroit Pistons' owner Bill Davidson, who died today at age 86. You had a helluva team out there in '03/'04.
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
Mar 13, 2009
enlightning story. specifically LIGTNING!
so on the topic of friday 13ths, i would like to relate to all you ladies and germs (hah. old-school flashback laughs. up top!) of one of the strangest friday 13ths ive ever had.
i'm tempted to say "worst"...but i'll reserve that right until after today's friday 13th is over, lest it reads this post and exacts cruel, ironic revenge upon me, and make today the Worst Friday 13th Ever. because heaven knows it would be aching to have that titular title:
So a week and a bit prior to this particular Friday the 13th, I'd broken up with my grade 7 girlfriend
(more specifically: she thought i was planning to dump her, and avoided that awkwad confrontation from ever happening by dumping me first. there was this extremely sitcom-esque finale of her asking for 'an explanation', me looking dumbfounded, and her throwing my $10 Roots necklace gift to her into my face. very cheesy stuff. almost Parcheesy-levels. worst part? she broke the necklace before throwing it, so i couldn't even use it later on (can i get a hella yeah for Regifting Efficiency?). gawsh. and Roots necklaces are pretty half-decent. well, at least way back then.)
so; i was hanging aroud the school hallways with some friedns before a school dance, pretending to be cool, and hip, and fly, and oblivious to the fact we couldn't breakdance (oh, but you should have seen us fail). ex-girlfriend sidles [is that a real word? it soudns like one.] up to me and asked if i'd wanted to dance, for old time's sake or something. being the eager-to-get-anything-i-could-get teenage boy i was, i said sure, why not...
(intermission.)
i'm tempted to say "worst"...but i'll reserve that right until after today's friday 13th is over, lest it reads this post and exacts cruel, ironic revenge upon me, and make today the Worst Friday 13th Ever. because heaven knows it would be aching to have that titular title:
So a week and a bit prior to this particular Friday the 13th, I'd broken up with my grade 7 girlfriend
(more specifically: she thought i was planning to dump her, and avoided that awkwad confrontation from ever happening by dumping me first. there was this extremely sitcom-esque finale of her asking for 'an explanation', me looking dumbfounded, and her throwing my $10 Roots necklace gift to her into my face. very cheesy stuff. almost Parcheesy-levels. worst part? she broke the necklace before throwing it, so i couldn't even use it later on (can i get a hella yeah for Regifting Efficiency?). gawsh. and Roots necklaces are pretty half-decent. well, at least way back then.)
so; i was hanging aroud the school hallways with some friedns before a school dance, pretending to be cool, and hip, and fly, and oblivious to the fact we couldn't breakdance (oh, but you should have seen us fail). ex-girlfriend sidles [is that a real word? it soudns like one.] up to me and asked if i'd wanted to dance, for old time's sake or something. being the eager-to-get-anything-i-could-get teenage boy i was, i said sure, why not...
(intermission.)
nothing good ever happens after 2am
"SHE FUCKIN STOLE MY FUCKIN JOJB BITCH PLEASeee
LIKE WHAT THE FUCK MAN
I WANNA KILL TIHS DANNA BITCH
SHE WORKED WITH ME LAST SUMMER AT ACPERS
AND SHE REPLIED AGAISNT ME
and then i BLAAZED TONIGHT And i was TRIPPIN ballz
were you standing in the room the whole time??1 I AM FUCKIN HIGH
i havent blazed since september"
LIKE WHAT THE FUCK MAN
I WANNA KILL TIHS DANNA BITCH
SHE WORKED WITH ME LAST SUMMER AT ACPERS
AND SHE REPLIED AGAISNT ME
and then i BLAAZED TONIGHT And i was TRIPPIN ballz
were you standing in the room the whole time??1 I AM FUCKIN HIGH
i havent blazed since september"
Mar 11, 2009
Found
80-gig black iPod with Van Gogh iPod skin and hot-pink headphones found along Spring Garden road in Halifax, Canada in or around February 16th, 2009.
Reply with WHICH Van Gogh skin print it is, and your address, and I'll mail it back to you, no jokes.
If only because this person's collection of artists is almost identical to my own itunes playlist.
Respecognize.
Reply with WHICH Van Gogh skin print it is, and your address, and I'll mail it back to you, no jokes.
If only because this person's collection of artists is almost identical to my own itunes playlist.
Respecognize.
Mar 10, 2009
Best part of cupcake tuesday? The tuesday. Followed closely by the other thing.
Cupcake of the cupcake tuesday day: Skor
4/5
deeeelightful
Listening to: Sam Cooke, Portrait of a Legend
4/5
deeeelightful
Listening to: Sam Cooke, Portrait of a Legend
Mar 8, 2009
listening to right now:
Jacksoul's "Still Believe in Love"
followed closely by Jackson Browne's entire discography
followed closely by Jackson Browne's entire discography
Mar 6, 2009
i love you, speedy metabolism
so that last post was a nigh pretentious, and all wrong. but only because I have since misplaced my Cougar poem. so, until that gets found
I ate a considerable amount of food tonight, the details of which I am not at liberty to divulge, because of the onsetting food comaaaaaa
but if you ever go to the Bean Bar, in Westdale, Hamilton, Ontario, make sure to
a) order yam fries appetizer
b) order The German cake for dessert. you may or may not regret. advice: bring a friend
I ate a considerable amount of food tonight, the details of which I am not at liberty to divulge, because of the onsetting food comaaaaaa
but if you ever go to the Bean Bar, in Westdale, Hamilton, Ontario, make sure to
a) order yam fries appetizer
b) order The German cake for dessert. you may or may not regret. advice: bring a friend
Mar 5, 2009
Mar 4, 2009
back-ended much?
breakfast: nada, nothing, zilch
lunch: slice of bread
dinner: footlong Subway sub, 2x 2xcheeseburgers, 10pack of nuggets, chugging from my comically-oversized-water jug/bottle/tankard
Listening to: The Police
at the behest of my housemates, and the impending food coma setting in, I shan't sing+record+post my sing-a-long rendition of Roxanne. these are sad days, indeed
lunch: slice of bread
dinner: footlong Subway sub, 2x 2xcheeseburgers, 10pack of nuggets, chugging from my comically-oversized-water jug/bottle/tankard
Listening to: The Police
at the behest of my housemates, and the impending food coma setting in, I shan't sing+record+post my sing-a-long rendition of Roxanne. these are sad days, indeed
Mar 2, 2009
BACK, babydolls
Recently I've discovered the dictionary-official word to describe the otherwise unwieldy power of smashing multiple words together in a Frankensteinian fashion -- Portmonteau!
I'd like to highlight one especial Portmonteau that my friend 'Gate Sine'* so cleverly and unintentionally created:
PANADA
It was like my mind was exploding with a hundred thousand illegal Mexican firecrackers! The possibilities were.....actually, rather endless-less. Not 'endless', as you might think. Maybe the creative juices just weren't flowing that day. I could actually only think of one thing - Panda + Canada
And as such, in the michaeleese (a-ha) spirit of infusing rhythmical jibberjabber into anyandeverything, I made up a stirring little song (to the tune of O Canada):
O, Panada!
"O, Pan-a-da!
My black, white, foreign bear!
You're an endangered species, but no one seems to care.
Ailuro-poda melano-o-o-leuca,
Is your scientific classification.
You're so goddamn cute, when you eat bamboo
It brightens my day just like UV radiation!
I'm sure that you'll agree - let's update our toonie
O Panada, I want you on my currency (insteadofthepolarbear)!
O Panada, I want you on my currency!"
*I wish
I'd like to highlight one especial Portmonteau that my friend 'Gate Sine'* so cleverly and unintentionally created:
PANADA
It was like my mind was exploding with a hundred thousand illegal Mexican firecrackers! The possibilities were.....actually, rather endless-less. Not 'endless', as you might think. Maybe the creative juices just weren't flowing that day. I could actually only think of one thing - Panda + Canada
And as such, in the michaeleese (a-ha) spirit of infusing rhythmical jibberjabber into anyandeverything, I made up a stirring little song (to the tune of O Canada):
O, Panada!
"O, Pan-a-da!
My black, white, foreign bear!
You're an endangered species, but no one seems to care.
Ailuro-poda melano-o-o-leuca,
Is your scientific classification.
You're so goddamn cute, when you eat bamboo
It brightens my day just like UV radiation!
I'm sure that you'll agree - let's update our toonie
O Panada, I want you on my currency (insteadofthepolarbear)!
O Panada, I want you on my currency!"
*I wish
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