The Goods....

Here's a list of things I got for Christmas.

DVD Player from Droib and Bucket
Hat, Gloves and Sled from my Godparents
Best Buy Gift Certificate from my cousin Ashley
Shaun of the Dead, Matrix Reloaded, and MP3 Player from my parents
Some interesting boxer shorts from joe
Stardust from Ben
Some magic and Pirate Boosters from terrence

That's all I can think of right now... it seems like there was more...
Anyway Christmas was great this year. Terrence was home and it wasn't too crazy.

I hope you all had similarly pleasant Christmas's.

Dirty Laundry With Rufus Wainwright

I had this dream last night. My father and I went to go see this play starring a certain R. Wainwright. The play was horrible but it ended with a Rufus song. The play took place at old Notre Dame. There were like 8 people there, one of which was David Kiblinger. We stayed after the play to talk to Rufus. We were nice to him, but he was rude to us. Later Rufus came over to my house to do laundry. He was nice when he was at my house. But he was rude after his shitty play. Go figure.

Christmas is coming up. I need to get presents for my brothers.

I'm listening to the Christmas podcast. I recommend it. I speak with a couple of amazing accents.
http://www.crappyasst.com
Dig it.

Why I didn't like King Kong.

Um... there are some spoilers ahead, or something.

The movie opens with the Great Depression... or maybe it's just a depression. People are living in shacks by the zoo, wading through muddy make-shift streets and alleys, standing in soup lines, stealing food, going to Vaudeville shows! HEY It's a fun time at the old Vaudeville theater! People are dancing, having a good time then BAM! Depression again. Vaudeville's closed. Naomi Watts and her amazing CGI juggling are out of a job, and her friend an elderly gentleman actor desides to move back Chicago, did he I mention he was sort of a father figure? Cause he is... trust us! (us meaning the screenwriters) Yup, life pretty much sucks for Ann Darrow. She can't get a job as a serious actor and has no choice but to work at a burlesque. She can't catch a break.

Enter Carl Denham, played by Jack Black. Is he comic relief? Is he a horrible person that exploits people for his own personal gain? Is he a visionary filmaker who refuses to give up on his dream? YOU DECIDE! We certainly won't tell, we'll just leave it in a sort of awkward middle ground. Carl picks up Ann and takes her aboard his ship leaving for skull island, where he's filming his latest picture.

On the boat we meet Jack Driscoll, played by Adrien Brody. Ann happens to be a fan of Driscoll, who is the screen writer for the movie Denham is making and a playwright of some note. There are some sparks between Driscoll and Ann. They kiss, then the movie is over. Well technically there are two more hours of monkey fighting left after the kiss but that's about it.

The last 2 hours of the movie... maybe even more than that are devoted to character development for Kong. I suppose Phillipa and Pete thought, well since he can't talk, there is no way people will understand that Kong is to be pitied unless we spend TWO HOURS MAKING HIM THE MOST PITIFUL CREATURE IN CINEMA HISTORY! Kong's life sucks. We get it. Aren't there other characters in this story that we could learning about, maybe see grow? "No no," say the screenwriters, " don't you see Kong HELPED Ann, he's a good guy. See, he's not a monster. He's just tortured relentlessly by the creatures of the island, and revered by the Skull island natives for some inexplicable reason... No no... you don't understand... he doesn't want to hurt people... he just wants his friend back! He's a kind creature at heart. It's not his fault that he was gassed and put onstage and exploited then goaded into a rage by the blinding flashes of camera bulbs... don't you see? Kong is the victim here!" REALLY!? You think?!

The thing that really bothers me about this film is the fact that I can't put my finger on why I don't like this movie. The 3 hour running time was a bit much... but I thought that Peter Jackson would make good use of that time. Make a better Kong story. Maybe tell parts of the story that the original left out. I don't know. The one thing that suprised me about this movie is how much I liked Adrien Brody. I really like him in this movie. I thought he was terrific. Naomi Watts was good. She did a lot of screaming. Jack Black was... I didn't like Jack Black in this movie. Why would you cast Jack Black in this movie. His performance was inconsistant... he was good at the parts where he was supposed to be funny... well not really. I don't know. This movie puzzles me.

Jiggity

What is probably the last ever new episode of Monster House was shown last night. It was a pitiful ending to what was a great television show. The show started with a story from Mr. Regis Philbin. The story had something to do with Dean Martin and a steak that was eaten by a dog. Anyway, Regis was congratulating Monster House for renovating the house they fixed up for this particular episode. I think he refered to it as a rest home... maybe he didn't, but he certainly made it seem like Steve and the crew were doing some sort of service project. It turns out that the house they fixed up was that of a former upper class hollywood family, that wasn't upper class any more. They were upper middle class, or maybe just middle upper middle class, but the point is Monster House fixed up the back yard and pool house, that's right a Pool House, of this Mansion for some 75 year old guy, who's dad interviewed Marilyn Monroe on the radio or something... I was insulted. Then the reveal, which will go down in history as the worst reveal ever, was seasoned with "look-alikes" of old movie stars. I put look-alikes in quotes because none of them really looked anything like the celebrity they were supposed to look like. Anyway it was cheesy and forced, and the guy who was supposed to be a young Ronal Reagan just stood on the diving board looking like a jack ass the entire time.

I just watched The Polar Express. It's ok. Some of the people I work with really want to see it. I kind of wanted to see it. I just rented it because my mother was with me at Hastings and she wanted to see it. Hey, those three sentences I wrote are dynamite. Read them out loud a couple times and you will see my literary brilliance. I am a master of words. Don't forget the true meaning of Christmas; Santa. And some presents. But seriously: Santa Claus.

Good jorb

I did nothing today. That is not entirely accurate. I went to mass, came home, played some spellforce, took a nap, bought Ian James a Christmas present, ate at Buckner's with my friends, played celebrity, podcasted. I did nothing constructive today. That's why I like working so much. When I work, I feel like I'm doing something. When I don't work, I feel like I'm wasting time.

Recently I've been thinking about societal concessions and unwritten rules. I tend to not question the written rules, like the ones that ban killing and stealing and stuff, but there's other rules... things that we sort of just take for granted, things like customs and manners. Like saying hello to people you pass that you don't know. Saying God Bless you when people sneeze. Stuff like that. I don't know what I think about that stuff, I've just been more aware of it recently.

There is something inherently dissapointing about Christmas Presents. There is no such thing as the perfect Christmas present. A wrapped one is as close as it gets. A wrapped present could be anything. It could be just what you always wanted, but never thought to ask for. An opened present is finite and flawed. I have my cousin Ian's name for my mom's family's gift exchange. His mom said he wanted some sort of X-Men transformer, so I bought him an X-men transformer. It looks pretty cool on the box, but the toy itself is less than pristine. It's not that I got a defective product, it's just that toy itself is sort of lackluster. I don't know what I'm trying to say here. I love Christmas, I love giving presents.

Um... school is over next week, officially.
Yup

Watching the Simpsons, thinking of food...

Man I'm hungry.

This weekend we, the Essner's, are painting our front room and just generally making it more liveable...livable... I don't know how to spell that word... We're also putting up our Christmas tree.
My goal this weekend is to get as many Christmas presents as possible... get as in purchase not receive...

Someone is trying to sell the second season of the Golden Girls for $40. I just saw an advertisement for it on television. What is this world coming to?

I know I've been tooting this horn a lot lately (tooting...tee hee) but seriously... Arrested Development is, by far, the best television show ever. It continues to make me laugh. Even when I watch episodes I've seen over and over again.

This weekend I need to see Narnia. I would also like to eat Domino's pizza, preferably deep dish... of the beef or bacon variety.

Ok, now I'm going to go to sleep or get something to eat... YOU DECIDE!!!

Christmas Shopping and Plastic Yoda

The title of this post has nothing to with the content. At least, I assume it won't, I haven't written it yet (it meaning the content, not the title). I haven't started my Christmas shopping yet. I'll prolly start on Saturday. Yeah. Saturday. Which reminds me... it reminds me of nothing.

Hey my cousin Nick Essner turns 30 years old this year. That's crazy. I flat out refuse to believe that any of my cousins is that old.

I have no idea what to get the people I have to get presents for. Well... I think I know what to get Ian james Wells. But other than that, I'm drawing a blank.

I'm tired. I'm going to sleep.

I bought some PJ's

Pants are awesome. For those of you not wearing pants now, congratulations.

Scholar bowl tournee tomorrow! I love reading at scholar bowl tournaments. It's so... nostalgic.
Speaking of nostalgia, today while I was driving my route I tried to name as many people from my high school graduating class as I could. I think I came up with about 60 people. Something like that. I was sort of impressed with how many I remembered. I was sort of dissapointed with myself for ones I didn't remember. Biggest moment of shame was Dustin Klipfel. I was in his class every year of grade school and he was like the 58 I remembered. I'm sorry Dustin. You're good people. Paul Tellow, you're also good people, you were number thirteenish, why haven't I seen you for 2 years?

Hey I need to wake up in 5 and a half hours.... Time to watch Arrested Development till I fall asleep!

I'm gonna be honest, I've been listening to a lot of Rufus today

I have no idea why. Rufus's stuff is just so listenable. Um... tomorrow is the first of the month. That means bad things for Commerical Mail services... namely mail and lots of it.

I've watched some of the first season of Arrested Development again. It's so good. The second season is good too, as is the third, but the first season is just ridiculously good. It saddens me that this show is likely to be cancelled. Who isn't watching it? Oh that's right, America.

I thought of an interesting concept for a game. I might propose it to Matthew as an activity for the annual Christmas get together. I rented a David Sedaris a Dave Barry book from the library. I can't really read Mr. Barry any more. I've been spoiled by more subtle humorists (D. Sedaris, Mike Nelson).

Ok. I'm off.

Greetings ladies, my name is Joseph and I just rolled into town.

I really want to play magic today.

So Thanksgiving was fun. I spent the whole day with the Wells's and it was relatively painless.

School is careening out of control and will soon be done for a while. I need to figure out what I'm going to do. I really don't want to go to semo anymore, or college in general really. I need to figure that out and convince my parents... yeah.

I bought Arrested Development Season 2 yesterday... TWICE! They were selling it for $16 a pop. I figure I'll give the second one to Jimmy at work for christmas. He digs the show. He's a cool guy. I also bought this game called spellforce. It's intruiging. I'll let you know how it turns out.

Me and the Bucket are gonna play some UT. Dig it.

Posting on a quiet tuesday afternoon.

I bought the first 2 seasons of News Radio. They are really good for being mid-nineties laugh track sit-coms, "they" meaning the first 2 seasons of News Radio. Of the 30 episodes 20 of them have commentary. I'm stoked. I'm a big commentary junkie.

ok in the news department... there is no news. I'm sorry. I'm a very boring person, not much happens to me.

In the sports department, there was no U-frisbee on Sunday. Bummer

um... I'm going to Stl tomorrow. Thursday I'ma going to Troy. Friday I'm coming home with ben. Hopefully at some point this weekend I'll meet up with Pete/Steve. That'd be coo.

I'm entirely too silly today. I'm sorry. Snoogans.

I just saw Goblet Of Fire

I need to see the movie again before I pass judgment on it but at first glance... it's pretty darn good... well goodish. I didn't like the amount of time they spent on the first task and the lack of time spent on the second task. But all in all, this movie is how a Harry Potter film should be. You can't cram all of a Harry Potter Book into 2 and a half hours, it would be foolish to try. The thing with book four, it's pretty obvious what needed to be in the movie, the tasks, the cup, the dance the end. This movie looked a lot different than it's predecessors. Lot's of interesting camera work, lots of fun spins and different kinds of shots. Lots of tight shots on faces... i don't know a lot about cinematography but I know I liked the cinematography of this film. I really liked how they shot this movie.

Anyway... what else have I done this week....
1. Purchased and beat Age of Empires 3
2. Watched Bewitched... it was ok.
Man... I haven't done anything worthwhile this week. I suck.

Ok I just cleaned the bathroom. It's almost 3am. I'm not tired so I decided to clean the bathroom... I'd have to do it tomorrow anyway. This is the worst post ever. Goodnight.

I'm listening to Pete and Steve's radio show... honest!

This weekend was awesome, as my weekends in St. Louis tend to be. I went to go see OKgo with my good friends peter and steven waslonger. Okgo rocked so hard. I was astounded. I like okgo a lot and I expected a good show, but they were amazing. The openers were mediocre... but you know... they were openers. The Giants always have good openers... except the one time when they didn't. Here's a list of Giants openers that rocked:
1. Tractenburg Slideshow Players
2. KORN MO
3. Atticus Fault
4. Okgo. nuff said.

Ones that didn't rock
1. Charlie Mars
2. Those two guys who opened for them the second time I saw them.

Holy Crap, I think Steve just made the VS warning call on the air. I hope he's ok.

Hey. I'm going to nap cause I'm playing fribee tonight.
Goo nigh

I just watched Cold Mountain, what did you do?

I don't watch movies like I used to. I mean that in every sense possible... well maybe not every sense. I don't watch movies in the volume that I used to. I used to watch 5 or six movies a week. Now I average about 1. I think I pay more attention when I watch movies now though. Anyway, I liked Cold Mountain. The cast was the stuff of legend. With the likes of Mr. Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Brendan Gleeson, Jude Law, Donald Sutherland, and Jack White this film had a powerhouse of talent.

What else...um... gosh... I have nothing to say tonight.
I finished Neverwhere. It only took me two years to read it. I rule. I also don't have anything to read right now. That's ok. I suck at reading anyway. Mini-review of Neverwhere: Richard Mayhew is a better, more interesting Fat Charlie Nancy. Neverwhere is a great novel. The characters are interesting and fresh. Anansi Boyz still sucks balls, It's the worst book I've read this year. If you're a Neil Gaiman fan, don't bother. If you've never heard of Neil Gaiman, you'd probably like Inanzi Boys, cause you don't know any better.

PEACE

I'm no good to be around today.

I'm feeling contrary. I have this strange feeling that if I was around people, I know I would be an ass, so I'm avoiding human contact for the remainder of the day. Well except, I think I'm going to go to Hastings and maybe get something to eat, but other than that... Humans, stay away.

Hey, I saw an Underworld 2 preview when I went to see Doom (Yes, that doom). I want to see Underworld again. That's probably what I'm going to rent at Hastings.

I'm downloading the trial version of Flash right now. I have this delusion of making a web toon. I have a pretty good idea for the toon, I just don't have the means to bring it forth. So i'm going to try to learn flash, or some other animation program that is not $700. Either way, this web toon is something I think I can pull off, at least the writing part.

Ok, i'm off.

PS: It is too damn hot for November.

Also, my friend Layne needs a job, preferably in the food service industry, so if you can think of somewhere that wants to hire someone that is short, give Layne a call.

"In the Devil's Territory"; Sufjan Stevens

I don't like this convention for naming my blogposts. I'm not going to do it anymore.

I worked like a madman last week. To the tune of 38.7 hours. I used to get hours like that when I had a morning route. I'm a beast. I'm working tomorrow too. Here's the bummer. I don't work next friday, the 11. That means I don't get paid till Monday cause friday is normally payday.

Hey Matt, how did that history test you took today go? Well... I suppose it went ok. FOR AWESOME! But serioulsy I think I totally got a high C on this test I took today. Not bad for not reading the material or doing any sort of serious studying.

Hey Matt, what are you going to do after this semester. I have no idea. I'm sort of waiting to see what SEMO does to me. I'm guessing there will be some sort of acadmemic probation of something. If I stay, I'm definately swithing majors... maybe Mass Com? Maybe general studies? Who knows!?

I'm going to buy pants tomorrow. This is my solemn vow! At least three pairs of pants.
If this was a perfect world, tomorrow night, after dinner with the fam, me and the boys would get together, podcast, maybe watch a movie. Sunday I would work on that paper... *Ahem* and sunday night/afternoon, we would draft or something. I miss Magic.

"Pregnant For the Last Time", Colin Meloy

Wow, this song rocks.

Hey there. I'm not going to bitch about work, but it sucked.

I've had a couple of interesting ideas for stories the last couple days. One's a story I've been working on for a while. I need to write these things down. Ideas are shit. That's what Hemingway said. I have not done much this week. Sunday I went to St Louis to take Ben back. That was fun. I met up with Pete and Steve and we ate at a haunted Arby's (which was, haunted though it was, better than the one in Cape)
Halloween was, as usual, a bit of a letdown. I don't know what I expect from Halloween. Just something I suppose. I want it to be different from every other night. It wasn't... I had to work, for one thing... I didn't see any trick or treaters. The problem is that Halloween is too short. The actual Halloween-ness lasts from nightfall till about 9ish. Which is about 4-5 hours... depending. Halloween should be three nights long. That is my decree.

Ok. I don't know what else to say. Goodnight.

"The Infanta"; The Decemberists

So the game went well last night. It went better than I'd have hoped. Matt Buchhiet showed up a jaw-dropping two hours late, but it all worked out ok cause we didn't start on time anyway. I think everyone had fun. I certainly did. I don't think Matthew liked my stew, but I wasn't especially thrilled with it either. I had never made stew before. I think it turned out a little bland. But that bread! How about that.

So now that the game is over I have to do all those things I'd been putting off, like the two papers that I have to do. I wonder when I'll do those things. I can't tomorrow. Tuesday I'm at work. Oh well. I'll figure it out. I also need to figure out that other thing I need to figure out before the semester ends.

Hey! Halloween is tomorrow!!! I'm actually not too terribly excited about tomorrow as I won't be able to do any of the things I normally do on Halloween, namely visit family members and eat candy. Work is going to be a bitch tomorrow. Oh well. I had Halloween yesterday.

Well I think I gots to take Ben back to St. Louis now, so I'm outta here!

This post is dedicated to Shit Surgeon Brian. You will be missed.

"Jenny Says"; Cowboy Mouth

Um... what was I going to say... I don't remember now. I'm pretty much working on the Halloween game all the time now. It happens in three days or something. I haven't checked the weather report yet... I'm a bit concerned about the weather. I have a lot of stuff to do before the game... I don't really get stressed too often, but I'm sort of getting stressed now. Usually when I get stressed I just shrug off whatever is stressing me, and ignore it. I'm not going to do that with the Halloween game. I can't think of anything interesting to say. Sorry folks. I'm going to bed.

"Dr. Pyser"; BFF!

Here's a brief summary of what's been happening to me since last I blogged (Brief cause I got to get up in 6 hours or something...)

Saturday: Me and Bucket built some props for the game; Matthew and Ben rocked the house on some puzzles that needed some working out; Me, Matthew, Bucket, Droib, and Spants worked on some more props, watched Van Helsing. I like Van Helsing. It's an enjoyable movie. It is also an utterly terrible film.

Sunday: Napped. Watched Red vs Blue. Went to my Grandma's house for soup ( NINE DIFFERENT SOUPS! It was ridiculous). Smoked J-Long in the head with a frisbee (He was bleeding for a considerable amount of time) Tried to blog and failed.

Monday: Schooled, Worked, Played Magic. Came home. Found out that my Unlce Terrence's Caprice got stolen. Was shocked, but not suprised.

Observations:
My friends rock beyond belief. Everyone is totally kicking ass on this game. My friends are incredibly talented and creative people and it's awesome to have everyone putting their talents together in such a cool way.
The car thing sucks for Terrence. That is the second Caprice he's had stolen within the city of St. Louis. They might find the car, but it'll be stripped and destroyed. Terrence needs to get out of St. Louis, it's bad luck for him.
Matthew has to work on Halloween! That is total balls. I have to work on Halloween, but I'll be done by 9. He doesn't even start till 8. That totally sucks. For one thing, we can't draft, but aside from that... IT'S HALLOWEEN! Come on! No one should have to work on Halloween... at least they shouldn't have to work past 5 pm.
I don't know why I like Halloween so much. If you can figure it out let me know. I think I'm going to bed now... or am I? Yes. I am. Goodnight Blog.

Requiem for O.M.M 2; Of Montreal

I played some frisbee tonight and injured my good friend Jonathan Long in the process. I threw a bullet of a pass to Matthew, who was being guarded by J-long. The frisbee clocked Jonathan in the forheard/eyebrow area, he started bleeding and the game pretty much ended at that point. I like the weekly frisbee games, as it allows me to socialize with some of my high school friends that I don't normally socialize with.

So the game happens in 6 days. I'm really enjoying working on the game. Working on the Halloween Game has provided me with an excellent oppurtunity to work with my friends in ways that I normally wouldn't. It's really neat (I'm sorry for that adjective... it's the only one I could find) to see this project come together the way it's coming together. Everyone involved is just really kicking ass and bringing so much to the game, it's awesome. Everyone is participating and... I don't know what else to say. It's cool to see how much talent and creativity that my group of friends has, and it's awesome to put it to use in such a fun way.... I'm sorry this is sort of gushy and poorly written. I'm just stoked.

Anyway... I'm playing Final Fantasy VIII again. It's still my favorite Final Fantasy. I really like the story and the characters. The game play is definately unlike any other RPG I've ever played... well sort of. The stats and stuff work a lot differently, but the battles are pretty much the same as every other FF game.

What else... I just read some interesting stuff about prostitutes for my history class. In fact I'll leave you with a quote from the reading:
"Another gynecological problem that prostitutes may have experienced was chronic pelvic congestion, caused by excessive sexual intercourse without orgasm, an uncomfortable condition which prostitutes now frequently seek medical help."

I'm Out!

"Crappy-asst Special Edition"

I wonder if I can post and listen to this podcast at the same time. We'll see...

This weekend is the big build weekend for the game. It's exciting. Ben is home. He's playing final fantasy 8. I'm tired. I'm also becoming acclimated to the sound of my own voice. I'm not used to hearing it as other people hear it.

Um... what else... I have nothing else to say. I'm sorry. I suck.

Agnus Dei; Rufus Wainwright

I've seen some movies since last I blogged. Some good, some bad. Mostly bad though.

On Saturday, I saw Patch Adams. It was crap. It was cheese. It was sappy. It was sentimental garbage. There are a couple of legitimate moments in the film. Robins Williams acts a smidgeon in these passable scenes. The badness of this movie can't be put into words, but I'll try. The movie panders in the worst kinds of ways. It's Robin Williams riffing, doing some prop comedy, having a pseudo romantic scene, pandering, cancer kids, the end. Don't let this movie trick you. It will try. Be strong.

On Sunday I watched Last of the Mohicans. It's a good movie. I watch it every year. I like how the climax kind of sneaks up on you. The movie is moving along and then all of a sudden it's the end game and you're like "already?" Of course I usually sleep through the middle of the movie where there are no spiffy 1800's battles... (I'm not saying this in a snide or pejorative sort of way, I'm usually sleepy when I watch this movie)

On Tuesday I watched Along Came Polly. Ben Stiller is not funny in this movie. Ben Stiller is not funny in the majority of movies I see him in. Someone at work recommended this movie to me. He told me some of the jokes. The execution of the jokes was much better in my head than on screen. Phillip Seymour Hoffman is too good for this movie. Alec Baldwin is too good for this movie. Jennifer Aniston and Ben Stiller deserve this movie.

The Office (American) is getting better and better with every episode I've seen. I've seen a total of 5 and, with the exception of the pilot, they've all been good. My Name is Earl is also consistently good. What is this? NBC is making good television again... without a laugh track? Don't worry, we'll always have Joey.

Ok Blog, goodnight.

You Never Give Me Your Money; The Beatles

We had a pseudo LAN party last night. It was fun, but it ended right as we were all hitting our LAN-stride.

There are a number of things I should be doing right now. I should be working on the game. I should be working on the research paper that's due the day before the game. I'm Bloggin, then I'm going to play Unreal or maybe Starcraft.... we'll see.

I'm not going to the Decemberist concert tomorrow. I don't feel too bad. It's really hard to justify going to the concert with all the stuff I should be doing/spending money on. I'm thinking about taking a break from WOW at least till the expansion comes out... unless the expansion is just late game content. Then I'll be annoyed.

Anyway, maybe I'll do something interesting today, and post about that later. That is all for now.

"Grace Cathedral Hill"; The Decemberists

My computer has issues with the latest patch for WOW. I can't play it. I'm sad. I wish I had a DVD player other than my computer.

I learned how to play Grace Cathedral Hill today. It's not too hard. I like playing the guitar. I think I'm getting better, but it's hard to tell.

Fall Break is here. It was 80 degrees again today. I'm wearing Navy Blue Sweatpants. These are all statements that are true. This is the most uninteresting post I've ever made.

I tried to find The 88's cd at Best Buy tonight. They didn't have it. They are bastards.

I'm going to find something non-WOW to do.

Mass Romantic; The New Pornographers

I really want to like these guys. I'm trying, but only the Neko Case songs are getting through.

I played ultimate frisbee with some of my friends last night. Despite some pretty despicable and unsportsmanlike conduct from our opponents my team won 10 to 8. So here is why my team won Ultimate Frisbee last night:

1. We didn't yell at each other in angry or spiteful or sarcastic ways, and if we did it was done tastefully, in Scottish accents.
2. We played defense. It seemed that the other team was so afraid of not catching the frisbee while on D they didn't bother to try. There were a lot of turnovers by both teams, but our team definately lead in interceptions.
3. Hey Matt Buchheit! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
4. We passed frequently and in a timely manner.

We played "No-Slap" Frisbee last night.In No-slap, if the frisbee is not caught, whichever team touched it last goes on defense. In "Slap" frisbee, if the frisbee touches the ground, possession changes. So you can slap the frisbee out of the air, in lieu of catching it, to get possession. The differences in play between the two variations of Ultimate frisbee are subtle. The biggest difference between slap and no-slap is this; In no slap you don't have to guard the passer. In fact guarding the passer is dangerous, cause they could just pop you in the face with the frisbee, and retain possession. I think it's more challenging than slap.

Hey I worked an 8 hour day at work today. Actually, nine and a half, but who's counting.

Hall of the Mountain King; Mannheim Steamroller

Is it too early to listen to Halloween music? I don't know if I'm into it yet. A little over two weeks till the game. It's coming together. I need to call Danny. I just had an idea. I know what to do if Danny can't play. I rule.

I was going to switch to something less cheezy, music-wise, but this is growing on me. I don't really like this album too much. It's midi file versions of some classical tunes. Hold on, I'm switching to my Halloween desktop. Much better. I love Halloween.

I read Neil Gaiman's latest book, Inansi Boys. It was ok. American Gods was better. The problems with Inansi Boys are as follows:
1. Charlie is a mishmash of bad cliches (Are there good cliches?). When the book starts he's rather interesting, but he quickly becomes the "lame brother" archetype as soon as Spider steps on scene.
2. The whole "A Guy Thing" love quadrangle was particularly uninspired in the atrocious Jason Lee vehicle, and isn't any better in the context of a Neil Gaiman novel.
3. The ending, and when I say the ending I mean the last 5 chapters were... I don't know. I think the idea was to show how neat it was that all of these characters are drawn together to one place in a sort of crazy and different ways. It came off as lame and predictable.
4. The book was sort of a "Perfect Strangers" rip off. I mean it was good because Neil Gaiman wrote it, well it was better than it could have been, but it was completely unnecessary.
5. Charlie's dad tells him to give Spider a kiss. The reader is lead to believe that this will be significant. It never happens.
One thing that really bothered me was the whole song thing at the end. I was under the impression that Inansi didn't really heal Charlie's mom, but gave her leave to live the rest of her life how she wanted to. His "magic" was convincing the doctors and what not to let her go. But apparently that isn't what happened. He cured her... but she still died not too much later...
The fact that it was written by Neil Gaiman lends it a certain credibility, on which it seems to coast. I won't read the book again. I'm not saying that you shouldn't read it, but don't judge Mr. Gaiman on this book. He does so much better in other works.

I guess I've ranted enough.

You Only Live Twice (Nancy Sinatra)

I suck at coming up with titles to my posts, so I'm trying something new. I'm naming my posts after what I'm listening to as I post.

You only live twice might be my favorite connery bond movie. I like most of Sean's Bond Movies... not all, but most.

I played frisbee and talked politics with Jonathan, Bucket, and Matthew tonight. It was fun.

I don't have recurring dreams, but I have recurring themes or events in my dreams. One of which is the better Cape Public Library. It has two floors, one of which I never visit in my dreams, and a convience store. This is a recurring dream because I spend a lot of time in Cape Public Library. Another theme is me running. I run a lot in my dreams. Sometimes, to go faster, I run quadraped style. This, I'm fairly sure, has something to do with my fascination with werewolves. Anyway, I like running in real life. It's fun. Jogging sucks balls. There is just something about flat out running, as hard and as fast as you can. It's great. I'm sure this is old news to all you athletes that read my blog, of which, I'm sure, there are countless.

I'm a little irritated at Autumn's reluctance to manifest itself this year. It was almost 90 degrees outside today. It's October. This is ridiculous.

Ok. I'm going to bed. Latah!

October, a month that means business

hey, it's october. It's also almost 90 degrees outside. I don't like warm weather. I'm built for coldness.

I spent the 5 minutes prior to this blog post trying to find good music to write a blog post to. Nothing jumped out so I just put media player on random. It's playing one of the new okgo songs now. I didn't know what it was at first.

I got that paper back that I wrote a while ago. It got a B... B-... I saw it coming.

Hey here's a beatles song I've never heard before. Fun.

Things I'm currently thinking about, not necessarily in this order:

1. Halloween Game: Will it happen? Who will play?
2. Work: Stu is pretty cool for a frat boy. Pretty cool in general. Jimmy needs to watch the Office.
3. Everything seems boring. I can't focus. Nothing holds my attention. I don't enjoy the things I used to enjoy in the way I used to enjoy them. This is a relatively new occurence. Within the past couple of weeks. It'll probably go away.
4. School: I don't think I want to be a Philosophy major anymore.

Should I go to sleep? I'm not tired... Cali One/Youth and Beauty Brigade just came on. I can't turn that off. Ok, goodnight and thanks for playing.

It's good to be home.

I had fun in St. Louis. The Pre-release was ok. It was long. I got a flat tire. I'm glad Spants was my partner. He doesn't take it too seriously. I would rather win, but I'm ok with losing, Spants is the same way. I think we're evenly matched as far as magic, goes. Matthew's a good player, but sometimes he lets the rules get in the way. I like the idea of the game, building an army to destroy your opponent. I like the imagery of the game. I think that stuff apeals to Matthew too, but he's more interested in mechanics. He likes to win in ways that are different and interesting. He uses his superior knowledge of the game to make things happen that seem like they shouldn't be able to happen. I like to throw hordes of Zombies at people. I think that's why pretty much all of my decks are tribal. Matthew picks cards that get what he needs done, I pick cards that would get along with the other cards if they were really creatures, hanging out in my library, waiting to be summoned... enough about magic (and if it's not enough, read Matthew's blog www.getmeoutofthis.net).

Anyway, this weekend was awesome. Hanging out with Pete and Steve is always great. We just have a ridiculous amount of common ground between the three of us. Conversation is so easy, and never dull. I spent the night at their dorm friday night. Their room is huge this year. Pete had to work in the morning, so he went to bed around 130, so Steve and I stayed up and talked till like 330, we also kicked some major ass in Mario Kart: Double Dash (this is a lie, we got rocked, it was terrible). I got to help them do their friend Tim's radio show Saturday afternoon. It was pretty cool. At some point we went to the loop, ate pizza, bought stuff, then played cranium at my uncle kevin's house. In short it was da balls. So thanks Pete and Steve for being so awesome.

Anyway, I'm home, I'm tired. I'm going to bed

On Location, in St. Louis.

I'm sitting at Pete's desk, using his laptop to blog, while he and Steve are bathing. I haven't blogged in a while, cause I'm a loser and play too much World of Warcrat. I know it's becoming a common message in my blogs, but I'm going to reiterrate it now, World of Warcraft ruins your life. You can't not play it if you have it, I've tried. It doesn't work. I can't be at home and not play the game. This weekend will probably be the longest I've gone without playing it...I'm not going to talk about it anymore... it's sad.

Pete and Steve saw Sufjan Stevens on thursday. They tell me stories of the concert. I wish I would've went, but I had to work. YAY work.

I wish I had something interesting to say. I don't. This is merely a token blogpost. There is no real content, I apologize.

PS: The chords for "Sunshine" are A, E, and D, dig it.

I wrote a paper I liked today

I have a paper due tomorrow. I was going to write part of it tonight and part of it tomorrow. I started writing it and I was enjoying it so much I just wrote the whole damn thing. It was a lot of fun. I hope Dr. Bambi Robinson likes it.

What else... Oh, I got the killers album from Robert N. He's apparently had it for like a year. What the crap?

I really like the Andrew Bird album I got from Pete and Steve, as well as the lucksmiths and the iron and wine. Yup. YAY music.

In addition....

This is really a note to myself, but you can read it if you want...

Hey Matt, these are some bands you should check out when you want to buy more music:

Kings of Leon
Coral
Killers
Ween

that is all

I like Gary Sinise

Gary Sinise is the only reason to watch CSI New York. Well... actually there are other reasons to watch it... it's better than CSI Miami... that's not saying much. I'm watching CSI NY right now. It's distracting. I watched Head Cases earlier. Chris O'Donnell is ok, Adam Goldberg is better.

I bought gas today. I went to Basic Fuel. A car was stopped on the side of the road. White smoke was pouring out of the front end. After I purchased my fuel I noticed that the car was now issuing forth grey smoke. Grey smoke is bad smoke. It means fire. White smoke is bad, but not as bad as grey smoke. In addition to the grey smoke, there was some sort of fire like flames dripping from the front end of the car. I decided to get a better look, so I drove over to the K's Merchandise parking lot. About that time a firetruck arrived. From my new vantage point I could see the flames that were engulfing the entire front end of the vehicle. The firemen made short work of the flaming car. Actually the firemen seemed to be using more water than what was necessary to put out the fire. The hosed down the front end, the interior, under the car, the car's owner.... they just really sprayed a lot of water a lot of places. Then after they were done spraying things, one of the firemen brought out a sheet of paper and had the owner sign it. Which got me thinking... When firemen come to your house to put out a fire (or to your car) do they charge you for it? I just assumed they did it for free, but you know... I don't know. Hopefully I'll never find out... at least not in the way that the guy whose car caught fire did.

Today I accomplished nothing

I worked a little bit. I was going to go to the library and start my research paper. I did nothing. I played WOW. I went for a bike ride. I suck.

No one remembered what the fanfic topic was for today. It was crazy.

Schemes in the works:

1. Franz/Magic St. Louis Weekend Getaway!
2. Halloween
3. Homework?
4. Operation Bucketjam

This is my life...

Wake up, school, eat, work, wow, sleep.

That's what I do every weekday. It's kind of boring. I would like to hang out with the guys during the week, but by the time I get home from work and eat supper, it's already like nine. I'm such a geezer. But I'm a geezer with a level 20 Druid, a level Rogue, and a level 11 Mage.

School... I don't know about school... it's... yeah.

Labor Day

I've been watching the Jerry Lewis MDA telethon thing. It's pretty sad. Sad for a lot of reasons. Muscular Dystrophy is a pretty bad thing. It's unforunate that people have to live with it. My mom's friend Gina has MD. Some kind of MD, I'm not sure what kind. It's sad to see Jerry Lewis try to be funny. He's not. He just makes these ridiculous faces. It's unpleasant. He had Tony Orlando on. Tony Orlando sang some incredibly sappy "America + God+ MD+ New Orleans" song. It was the worst kind of pandering. It was all and all a pretty unsavory display. How long have they been doing this telethon? Is MD curable? Is it preventable? What kind of progress is being made?

To counteract the negative effects of the MDA telethon I watched the delightful David Mamet comedy, State and Main. I enjoy this movie. It's got Phillip Seymour Hoffman and William H. Macy in it. These guys are pretty substantial talents, and if you're making a movie, I recommend putting one or both of them in it.

Septemeber, September

I bought a bunch of movies from Hollywood Video last night. Seven of them to be exact, all on VHS. This is good because it gives me something to do while I wow. The movies in no particular order are:
Rush Hour
Rushmore
The Two Towers
State and Main
and three Bond Movies:
From Russia with Love
Moonraker
You Only Live Twice (YAY Bath-house scene!)

All of these films cost me a total of $26.74. A bargain, I say. I'd write about how much work is going to suck this week, but I'd rather not think about it. So I'm going to write my fanfic, which is about work. Crap.

Yesterday's Post

I was going to post this yesterday, but I didn't. My computer choked after WOW, and I didn't feel like restarting it.

August 30, 2005
The new recording from the showband Ok Go was released today, so I went to the local merchantile to aqquire it. The merchantile in question I will not name directly for I do not wish to futher sully its already questionable reputation, I will however describe it thusly: This particular establishment claims that to purchase something from them is the best possible act of capitalism one could take part in. Anyway, as a entered the store I was ambushed by 3 of it's employees. "Can I help you with anything?" they all asked in unison. I replied by roundly slapping each of their presumptious mouths and saying; "Yes. You can help me by removing your odious carcasses away from my person, you shiftless gagg-a-bellies." In the wake of the clerks's departures I went about my task of purchasing the new recording. I quickly found the object of my desire, without the help of any petulant shopclerks mind you, and moved to purcahse the goods. As I approached the registers (that's right dear reader such is the dallyment of this merchantile that they feel the need for more than one cash register, oh the credulity of it all) I was assaulted yet again by the clerkery. "I can check you out over here," she said in the manner of someone who frequently says such things without so much as a thought to the consequences of their mouthyness. "I'm sure you could," I replied as I smartly rapped her jaw with my left spat. "That'll be 10 dollars and 69 sense." She groaned as she rang up my tab. I paid her with exact change in the most preditious way possible and quickly left the building, not before, however, I thrashed a good 4 or 5 more of the shopkeeps.

Some of this account is true. I'm not going to tell you which parts fictious and which are genuine. That, dear reader, is for you to determine.

My Crazy day.

So today I was sitting at home and Terrence called and said "Wanna go to a cubs game?" I was like "Where?" He was like "Chicago." I was like "When?". He was like "We leave in 20 minutes" I was like "Bonus." So I went to Chicago today but oddly enough we didn't end up going to the Cubs game. We got about halfway to Chicago when we realized we didn't have the tickets. The tickets were sitting on the table at my grandmothers house. There was a lot of swearing of a fairly creative nature At that point we were sort of commited to going to Chi-town so we continued on. So not having a baseball game to go to, we decided to go Lincoln Park Zoo. Lincoln Park Zoo is like a crappier more expensive less entertaining St. Louis Zoo. That being said, I love Zoos. They are awesome. Wild animals are fascinating. The only animal they had at Lincoln Park that they didn't at St Louis Zoo, as far as I know, is a giant panda. It was actually a touring Giant Panda, so it didn't actually live there, but it was there today. It was amazing. We ate at Bacinos and came home. It was a pretty fun day.

That was all a lie. My life isn't that interesting. I did see brothers grimm today. It wasn't very good.

So I just listened to Matthew's audio blog part two thing. All I can say is Christ. It's was like the first hegg's blog post I read, only in audio form. I should probably be more tolerant of people airing their problems in such an open forum, but I'm not. No matter how many times a person insists otherwise, it is a plea for attention. Maybe not a plea. But their is some desire there to have someone read/hear it and dispense pity or consolation or disgust or something.

Eh.. .whatever. Maybe they can't talk about it with anyone so they feel better just talking about it with everyone. If it works, good for them.

I'm listening to my friends's podcast...

I'm listening to my friends's podcast. It's sort of rambly. I thought it would be better. We could make it better. I think. The best part is when Bucket roars in anger. That rules.... yeah... it'll be better. I'm spoiled by This American Life.

Fanfics on sunday. The topic is stealth. Boo yah.

The cast is pretty Matthew heavy. It's a lot of Matthew talking about stuff, and everyone else trying to say something funny... all at the same time. It's kind of like our "movie".

Ha, ha ha. They're talking about cum. Matthew said Batato.

So... yeah it was ok for a first time out. I think we could actually produce something someone would want to listen to. We might have to learn how to edit.

There is a huge pile of clothes on my bed. All of my pants and some shirts... it's intimidating. Sometime between wow and bed I'm going to have to do something about it... yup...

Maybe someday I'll put something with some actual content on my blog. Yeah... that'd be cool.

The day that I did stuff.

Yesterday I got my books.
Yesterday I got car insurance.
Yesterday I went to class.

Today's my dad's birthday. He's 48. Good for him.

Today i'm going into work early.
Today I'm going to get my dad a birthday present.

This American Life

I've been listening to this American Life a lot lately. It's a good show. Go to thislife.org, you can listen to it too.

So school has started. My classes should be fairly interesting. I'm going to get my books tomorrow. I have one five subject notebook for all my classes. I only have four classes. I've decided that the fifth subject is where I'll doodle and sketch and write stuff during my hayward class. As bored as I get during his classes, I really like Dr. Hayward. He is a very smart man. He makes me feel stupid, but not on purpose. He's an excellent moderator of discussion and a werewolf.

How I spent my summer vacation...

So I go back to school tomorrow. Summer vacation is almost over. It's been good. At the beginning of the summer I set all kinds of goals for myself. I don't remember half of them... I know it didn't acomplish any of them... I think. Anyway, I'm not too dissapointed. I enjoyed my summer, for the most part. I worked a lot, which is one of the reasons I haven't been posting too frequently. I did a lot of thinking this summer, and came to the conclusion that I really like my life as is. My life is uncomplicated. I have great friends, a wonderful family, a fairly enjoyable job, a car that works, plenty of music to listen to, enough games and books to keep me occupied when I want to be occupied; in short I've got it pretty good. So... you know.. .thanks. Thanks to all of you whose unique imput to my life makes it so much fun to live (which is pretty much everyone I know). My life is better for knowing all of you.

I don't know why I'm so gushy tonight... maybe it's my new pajama pants. I'm generally more truthful at night anyway.

Goodnight.

I'm taking Australian Culture this semester

I signed up for some more classes this week. It was fun and painless. I'm going to play Galaxies now. I don't have an X-box anymore. I gave it back to Terrence. Now I can't watch movies and play games at the same time... Ho hum.

Speaking of the Decemberists...

I heard Sixteen Military Wives on the radio yesterday. It was amazing.
I've been listening to The White Stripes a lot this week. I decided to listen to Picaresque today. It's a very good album. I like Busmall.

I bought Joe Wonderfalls for his birthday. He called me yesterday to tell me that he got it. I hope he likes it.

I'm going to watch Coffee and Cigarettes now.

There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house

Today is my oldest brother's birthday. His name is Joe, he lives in California, he's a mechanical egineer for a defense contractor and he's a tool. Happy Birthday Joe!

I'm not trying to nap right now, cause I napped before lunch, just how I like it!

Yesterday I went to the funeral for my great aunt Maggie. She's my grandpa's youngest sister. I didn't really know her. My mom and her brothers did the music for the mass. All of my mom's brother's play guitar except Chris and Terrence. All of the ones that play are quite beastly at it. Roy is just a hoss, musically speaking (and on the Golf course too). The point is my mom's side of the family is just oozing musical ability, but I don't think any of it oozed onto me, or if it has, it hasn't manifested it in a way that I notice. I'm just plugging away at the guitar. It's fun, I just wish I was better. Maybe I should get some guitar books. I don't have any. It seems like people that play guitar have guitar books. They don't look at the books, they just have them. Maybe I need some of those.

Oh, I have a different car now. It's my aunt Betsy's old Sable. It's nice. The AC works.
I didn't go see Ben Folds and Weezer. I'm a nice guy. I stayed and worked. Yeah. I bought the White Stripes first album. It is, like every other White Stripes album I've heard, completely listenable. It's just good music.

I should watch Wonderfalls again before I let Layne and Shaladriel gank it.

I'm getting better at sleeping

So this week I've been working so much, they've been sending me home early. I'm a hoss... or something. I don't always work super hard at work, but I make up for it by being awesome. I feel bad for Jimmy. No one at CMS works harder than Jimmy... well maybe Pat... no. Probably not. Jimmy is the mac-shit.

I'm thinking about going to the Weezer/Ben Folds show on friday... hmm... maybe... yes. I think I'm going to go to the Weezer/Ben Folds show on Friday.

The Giants, as usual rocked my face

I went to see They Might Be Giants yesterday. They are awesome. I got to talk to Danny Weinkauf after the show. He is a really cool guy. If you ever get the chance, talk to Danny Weinkauf, you won't be dissappointed. We talked about music and what other projects he's invovled with. He asked if I play (I assume he meant an instument), but I had to say not really. I would have liked to say "Yes, I play guitar" but I couldn't in, good conscience, lie to They Might Be Giants' bass player. Flans didn't come out after the show, but that's, he was a hoss on stage, he was probably tired.

I got my glasses. They're pretty indie. I also ganked lotsa music from Pete and Steve, including Skylarking. It is incredible. This is the same group that put out White Music?
I still want to listen to the White Stripes, I think I'd dig them...

I'm going to try to nap now.

All of my posts seem to end with me sleeping.... that's hawt

I have DSL now, or something

Tomorrow I'm going to St. Louis to go see They Might Be Giants. Yippee! We're going up there early to hit up the Zoo and stuff. The plan is not too specific at this point, which is good.

Here's a list of things that have happened since I last blogged:
My Glasses broke
Adam quit at Commerical Mail
I saw The Fantastic Four, Twice (just kidding, it sucks, I saw it once, don't watch it)
I got DSL

I did some major listening to Rufus Wainwright today, HUZZAH! He was trying to boost me out of my post Wonderfalls Funk. It didn't work, and I'll tell you why. I'm not sure I'm ready to be out of my funk. It's a pretty comfortable place to be. It's not really affecting me that much, other than my tendency to bring up Wonderfalls and how awesome it is... well it is affecting me, but not in ways anyone other than me would notice. I'm pretty much normal Matt, with a bit of funk. Here's some of the side effects of the funk:
1. Listening to a lot more XTC, I haven't really listened to XTC in a year or two. It's hit or miss with XTC, but when they hit they hit hard, and awesome.
2. I have a tendency to link People/Music/Movies/whatever or just generally drop Wonderfalls trivia on unsuspecting people. For instance, did you know that William Sadler, Wonderfalls's Darrin Tyler, was the Grim Reaper in Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey?
3. I am saddened by Canada and Canadian things. Like at work, when I see an envelope going to Canada I get a little bit sad, which in and of itself is extremely sad, like the pathetic kind of sad.

Anyway, i'm going to bed.

I feel like I should post.

So I finished Wonderfalls this afternoon, and as often occurs when I finish a series of some sort, I'm depressed, not hegs depressed, not whoa is me depressed, just a little down. There's something of an emotional void that has appeared within me. I'm trying to figure out why I'm so blue about it. This time it's more severe than with Firefly. I think one of the reasons is I actually watched this one when it was on TV (all four of the episodes that aired, every time they aired). It's a good show. I'm going to buy the DVD's, maybe if they sell enough of the DVD's they'll make a Wonderfalls movie. That would rule, and possibly rock.

Adam's quitting at work. He's got some sort of electriciany job lined up. Wednesday is officially his last day, but he says Friday (tomorrow) is going to be his last day. He also left early today to kill his ex-wife. We'll see how that turns out tomorrow.

Well little blog, I need sleep. Goodnight

I'm finally listening to Make Believe

I've had this album on my copmuter for almost two months, and I haven't listened to it yet. I figure I should aquaint myself with the new weez stuff if I'm going to see them later this month. I'm liking what I'm hearing, but I'm only two tracks in. I'm definately hearing a little New Wavish sound in a couple of the new stuff...

So recently I've been thinking about something rather meta (as usual); Pretty People. I got started on this line of thinking because of something that happened at work... something that happened before I was hired. Apparently there used to be a very pretty girl that worked in the office at CMS, but she quit because she was getting all kinds of trouble from the wives of my bosses. Apparently my bosses' wives didn't want their men working with a pretty, young girl. They found her threatening I suppose. I never met the girl but her name was Katie, probably still is. Anyway, this led me to think about the difficulties of being a pretty person, or lack there of. Is this sort of anti-pretty sentiment common? Is it just with women? As a person that is neither pretty nor a woman, I can't answer these questions. I personally have no natural aversion to pretty people. I'm not threatened by them. Anyway, if there are any pretty people reading this, and you know who you are (At least, I assume you'd know if you're pretty. I'm almost certain you'd know, I mean, you'd have to. Yeah you'd know.), please tell me if you've ever felt discriminated against because of how you look.

So, last week sucked at work. Work itself wasn't too bad, but the amount was pretty ridiculous. This week should be better. Happy fourth of July

Stuff I have to do

Here is a list of things I have to do.

1. Mow the Lawn
2. Fill out my fafsa thing
3. Get my class E drivers license (I can't spell that word)
4. Get the Caprice's belts checked out
5. Get Bucket's birthday present

Here is a list of things I'd like to do

1. Fix up that old electric guitar
2. Get new glasses


This weekend was pretty spiffy. I hung out with Pete and Steve Friday night/saturday. I really like Cairo. It's nifty. I got to hang out with my brothers. Joe is a tool, but that's how it goes... I have a lot of fun when my brothers are around. Wow... I'm writing like a 7 grader. I'm not going to bitch about how much work is going to suck this week, cause if you're reading this, then chances are that you're one of the people i would've already complained about how much work is going to suck this week to.

Anyway, I think I'm going to read some Order of the Phoenix now.

Matt Essner: Comic Book Geek

So I totally geeked out today, not once but twice. One: I bought the Ultimates trade, which is something Pete and Steve have been suggesting for a long time, and I saw the midnight show of Batman Begins. Actually it sort of happened the other way around... kind of... So I knew I was going to see Batman tonight, I decided at like 1045 I was going to go, but no one could/wanted to come with me to the show. So I was at Hastings and I was thinking, "you know If I'm going to be sitting in a movie theater for 30+ minutes with no one to talk to, I'm going to be bored. Hey look Ultimates 1 is on sale (by one sale I mean it was available for purchase), Perhaps I should buy Ultimates to read while I wait." and I did.

The End


Not really, but it is the end if you haven't seen Batman Begins. If you haven't seen the movie, stop what you're doing. No go and see it. For those of you that have seen it, here are some of my reactions.


SWEET FUCKING FUCK!
That movie was amazing. FUCK! I'm speechless. Better than the other Batman movies, definately, best superhero movie, without a doubt, best comic book movie, very probably. This movie beat the crap out of X2 and Sin City. Ok let's break it down. The cast. Damn. Fuck. Damn.
I'm reduced to curse words.
Ok I'll start with the weak points. The costume isn't all that great. It seems bulky and difficult to move in, but you wouldn't know it from the action sequences. To some extent, the movie isn't as good when Batman is on screen. Actually a better way to say it is Christian Bale is much better at playing Bruce Wayne than Batman. He plays both roles, however, better than anyone else who's tried before him. Why do super hero movies always have to turn into lessons in ethics. remedial ethics, with superheroes as the teachers. There might be more, but after one viewing....
ok the good stuff. They decided to make Gotham a place. It's not just a series of banks, warehouses, Arkham and the police station. It's a real city.
The cast is amazing. It's good on paper, it's mindblowing on film. Liam Neeson is as Liam Neeson always is, his performance always lends so much credibilty and realism to whatever he is in. Morgan Freeman is one of the finest actors of his generation. He makes movies better by being involved. He can do Kevin Costner movies and still be one of the most respected actors in Hollywood. Micheal Caine plays Alfred as well as he's played any role he's ever played. Ken Watanabe's performance is subtle, and entirely appropriate for his role. Cillian Murphy is the best actor I've never seen before. Christian Bale delivers. Gary Oldman should be in every movie (especially ones of a pornographic nature) he's that good.
I really liked this movie because it's everything a Batman movie should be. People who go to this movie expecting something other than a Batman movie, are going to be dissapointed.

So I watched Dr. Strangelove...

It was pretty good. I didn't laugh. I don't think it was funny "ha ha, ha, snicker snicker ha" kind of way. More in a "wow George C. Scott is da bomb diggy" kind of way. It really makes you appreciate that generation of actors, what they did, how they did it. Peter Sellers is very good. The thing about they movie is that something like that could happen. I guess that's why they made it a comedy, so it would be less freaky? I don't know... but it was genuinely suspenseful, even though I knew what was going to happen, as the image of Captain Kong riding the bomb to it's target is a pretty inconic peice of pop culture. It was loads more realistic than the latest clancy movie... I forget what it's called... it's got Afleck... screw it.

What else, what else. I'm going to see Batman Begins tomorrow. Woo hoo? It's the comic book movie for the summer. I remember a time where there was a comic book movie that came out like once every two years maybe. Nowadays we've got at least one a season. That's not necessarily good, in fact it's usually bad, but every once in a while you get a gem like Sin City. Hopefully Batman Begins will be good. Fantastic Four is going to blow.

WHY!?

So I was thinking... a lot of times in movies and TV and stuff, something bad will happen, and a character will look up to the sky and scream "WHY!? GOD, WHY!". It's usually raining when this happens, and usually someone has just died. But, if you think about it, and I usually do, this sort of reaction is never inapropriate (If you can't spell the word correctly, don't spell it at all) this sort of reaction is never. The assumption is that when something bad happens, it is God's fault. But, if God is the creator of everything, shouldn't every occurence be God's fault. Indeed it should. Also, if one was to say that they were completely knowledgeable of God's motivation for something, they would either be lying or God. Therefore, to ask God about God's reasoning for an event occuring would usually be a valid question, as you would never really know the answer. Though I suppose in the case of the person screaming "Why God, why" in the rain, the question is merely rhetorical. Also I don't really think God should be held accountable in the strictest sense, for everything that happens. I mean, yes, it was God that set up this great stack of dominos, but he knocked the first one down years ago, God comes to check on it from time to time, moves some stuff around a little bit, but for the most part, other than for moral support and intangible feelings of somethingness, all we have in this world are the other dominos. So be nice to the other blocks. Wow... I didn't mean for this to get all preachy. Sorry kids, don't do drugs... stay in school... hibbity jibbit.

Not just another entry about work and stuff

I would just like to warn all who read this that this blog has some actual content. This is not me just posting for the sake of posting. I apologize in advance to any that came here looking for that.

Ok here's some interesting facts about me. Some people have internal monolouges, wherein they examine things in a rherotical, intenal way. Although I have those sometimes, I am more prone to external dialouges. When I want to examine a line of thought I have, I speak out loud, to myself. I don't just say something, then reply though, not at all. I will say something, propose an idea or theory, then reply in a scottish accent. That way I appear twice as crazy. Actually I don't know why I do that. I discussed that with myself last night. The weird thing is, is that the Scottish me doesn't always play the same part in the dicussion, like sometimes I be the pro and scottish me will be the con, than halfway through the argument we switch posisitions. Anyway I usually only do this when I'm commuting somewhere, like last night, when I was riding my bike home from work.
During the course of said ride I determined that I have a crush on someone. This is a rather infrequent occurence for the sole reason that I do my best to prevent such situations from arising. I suppose that is a foolish thing attempt to do, because in my experience a crush is something that occurs without any sort of warning. It just sort of happens. Trying to prevent a crush is like trying to prevent the wind. You can go places where you can't feel it, but it's still there. Maybe that was a bad analogy. Maybe it wasn't, that's not for me to say. Anyway, I spent the majority of my ride home discussing the nature of crushes. Is it rational to have a crush? I decided that it is not inherently irrational to have a crush (but I think mine is somewhat irrational), just like no emotion is inherently irrational...well actually that's not true. Love is irrational...probably hate as well...but most emotions are rational or not irrational by their very nature. What is a crush? This one I never answered to my, or my scottish accented self's satisfaction. We both agreed on things that a crush is not, but had a hard time defining what a crush is. By the time I got home I was too tired to care, but I brought it up again on the way to work this afternoon. My scottish voice brought his irish and english friends and they also had no idea, nor did the australian voice that sometimes makes an appearence in these conversations. None of them showed up on the way home from work. I think we'll just agree that "a crush" is something that is best defined without words, and leave it at that. Ok, so now I'm going to tell you who I have a crush on, but you have to promise to not make fun of me. Zooey Deschanel. Yes, that Zooey Deschanel. This is why I think my crush is somewhat irrational. I have never met Zooey Deschanel, I will probably never meet Zooey Deschanel, I have only seen her in movies, and yet I find she enters my thoughts without me requesting access to any Zooey Deschanel information, which is why someone would normally enter my thoughts (that last part was implicit, but I seem to have a problem with explicit vs implicit meanings). I will be contemplating something or thinking of a story, and all of a sudden I am presented with a situation where I run into Zooey Deschanel at a book store or a gorcery store or a record store (why is retail always involved... that is a question for another time) and I must come up with something witty and charming, yet sincere and earnest to say in order to impress Zooey Deschanel. In order to demonstrate the dillusional qualities of this feeling I have, before I comitted Zooey Deschanel's name to my blog, I looked it up on IMDB to make sure I spelled it correctly, because I believe there is a chance that Zooey Deschanel could be reading this. She could google her name or something and find my blog, read this post and e-mail a polite note saying hello. Also, several sentences ago I said " I will probably never meet Zooey Deschanel" that was going to read "I will never meet Zooey Deschanel" but I didn't have the heart to type it. Surely this is some sort of madness.

Fanfiction

The 1 year anniversary of the fanfiction competition is coming up. We're thinking about having some sort of party, but we don't know when or where or what or who. There will probably be some fanfiction reading... maybe a lot of fanfiction reading... I'm not really sure. I've never been to a fanfiction party, so I don't know what to expect... well I expect it to be awesome.

Tomorrow night is the reading for the latest competition. The topic is "Firefly". I've started mine, I know what I want it to be about, I just haven't sat down to finish it yet. I'm not a very good or dilligent writer.

I saw episode 3 for the third time today. It's a fun movie, and it's a good excuse to hang out with Bob. I remember when Bob and I first watched a Star Wars movie. I think we watched Return of the Jedi first. That used to be my favorite of the Original Trilogy, was I ever that young? Anyway, Bob and I have devoted a sizable portion of our lives to Star Wars, we used to have Star Wars campaigns with our action figures, we'd play the Star Wars video games, read Star Wars books. We really like Star Wars. Recently though, we've been reinvisioning the entire series. Tonight we worked up an outline for what the movies would be like if we made them. We came up with a mythology/theology/origin for the Star Wars Galaxy. It's pretty cool. Our Star Wars movies would not have cheesy blind wipes, in fact there would be no Powerpoint editing at all in our movies. There would be nine of them, and they'd all rule.

Oh yeah, work was a bitch last week. My machine died, and Pat is on vacation. Other Pat is kind of slow, so I'm picking up a little bit of slack. Not much, cause I suck at running Pat's machine. It's a piece. My machine ran anything. It was a real trooper. Pat's machine is a total bitch and I hate it. The End.

Attack of the Clones

I think I might buy a guitar this week. I don't own a guitar in the strictest sense of the word. I have access to my father's and the one Matthew stole from his ex-girlfriend, but I don't personally own one. Maybe I'll do it Saturday. I just have to not spend money till then. Hmm... This is all very confusing.

Yesterday was Memorial Day. I didn't have to work. That was nice. I will today though. No one told me when to come in today though... I'm afraid I'll be awoken at like 10 by a call from Earl asking me to come in. Such is life. YAY capitalism.

I want to be excited about Magic again. I think I will be by the time the Draft occurs. Magic is fun. I don't play it as much anymore, but I still enjoy it.

It is becoming harder and harder to resist reading Serenity spoilers. Everytime I go to Aint it cool news, there is a new review/spoiler up. Curses.

Damn it. I think Doughty is this weekend. I'll really have to not spend any money if I want to be a guitar and go see Doughty. Maybe this will be another really busy work week so I can obtain large amounts of money. I'll go to Shivelbines tomorrow or something and check prices... or something.

Goodnight, sweet blog.


Oh yeah, Attack of the Clones is a good movie. Not original Trilogy good, but I certainly enjoyed the majority of the movie upon my most recent viewing of it.

Memorial Day and Stuff

It's memorial day. Which means I don't have to work. Huzzah!

Tonight me and the boys played some Risk, Clone Wars Style! It was fun. Bucket and I lost horribly the first game, and the second game we schooled Matthew and Droid in a considerable fashion, even with my lapses in attention.

Episode 3 is better the second time around. Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy continues to be excellent well into the fourth viewing. I saw both movies with my brother Ben Jamin James this weekend, he enjoyed them both as well.

Tomorrow I play golf with my family. It should be an event.

In other news Pete said he wants us to write some songs and stuff. Jolly Good I say! I'm greatly looking forward to that happening. Though Spaeth and Matthew are most agreeable to write songs with, having another "musician" to help with the accompaniment will be grand. Grand I say.

PS: Speaking of Wissinger's I feel like I never do anything with Steve. Not that I don't like doing stuff with Pete, but both Wissingers are my good friends and it seems like when I'm going flying solo with one of them it's Petis. Maybe Steve secretely hates me... He did have several classes with Mr. Adam Cox. Hmmm... Could he have been corrupted by the VS. This will require some pondering...and perhaps a call to Mr. D Weinkauf.

PPS: I think I am going to start using more aeronautical metaphors in polite conservation. 10-4. Wings. Rudder?

It begins...

I have three ideas floating around in my head. I think about these things while I work, or drive, or am otherwise mentally unengaged.

The first is for my Tactics TV series. Live action, action/dramady. Ramnza beats ass, Mustadio shoots stuff and is funny, Agrias is Ramnza's love interest, filling out the primary cast are Rafa and Malak, Heaven and Hell knights disguised as a dancer and a bard. I'm trying to figure out if they're going to be brother and sister or husband and wife... how about both! I think they could just be good friends. Worker 8 will make an appearance toward the end of the first season, as will Cloud in a very special and forshadowy episode. There will be a hardcore battle of the bands episode with Rafa and Malak, light an acutal battle of the bands. The pilot will cover pretty much the first chapter of the game semi-closely, after that I'll be taking many a liberty with the story. Agrias isn't going to be in every episode. She's actually on the opposing side of the conflict Ramnza is involved in which has somethign to do with Delita and Ramnza's bastard brother Assbag... I mean Zalbag (he's such a dick).

The second idea

This started as an idea for a graphic novel or movie called "Three Days in Hell", it was about what Jesus did after he was crucified. It wasn't Sunday School stuff, it was interesting and not preachy. Anyway, I took a sort of side plot from that story and thought, hey I could make a series around it. Here's the premise: Suppose that all the mythological creatures/gods/heroes/monsters actually existed. They all were real, but then the one God came and exerted control on them all, the God, being God. Anyway, so God didn't just kill or dispose the others, he put them in Eden which is sort of like purgatory... it's complicated... Anyway that stuff isn't really that important because the meat of the series is Gaberiel and Micheal, the Archangels, going around and beating ass. Capturing escaped deities that flee into the real world or whatever. It would be set, for the most part in a contemporary setting, but would often involve flashbacks to earlier battles. It's really cool in my head. I'm sorry it sucks toast in words.

Idea three
Halloween game 2005. I started writing it today. It's going to be really good...hopefully. I still don't know who will be playing it. I do have a tentative cast list though. I haven't officially talked to anyone yet, but here's a little spoiler for y'all: Pete Wiss as Fr. Tom Shuler. That's all I will say on that matter... for now.

Josh leaves. I'm still watching Firefly.

Josh-shwa essner leaves for Indiana tomorrow. I hope he does well up there, get's a good job, does well in school. Josh is a good guy, he just has bad luck some times. Good luck Josh!

Yesterday was the my second ever 8 hour day at Commercial Mail services. I prefer the 8 hour days that end at 8 to the ones that end at 10. I got to ride along on Adam's route. It was very educational. Adam is quite the philosopher in his own right. He also has very interesting insights into the opposite sex. I don't know if they are accurate, but they are certainly interesting. Anyway, Adam is a good person to know, and I'm glad I work with him.

I hope I get to see Jimmy again before he leaves to go both to NYC. I don't feel like we got to hang out much on Saturday when he came by.

Ummm...what else. My car has brakes now. That's pretty tasty. Tomorrow's wednesday (actually today is wednesday, but who's counting), all my friends are bowling. Maybe I'll go see Episode 3 again with Bob.

Night.

The Cat

Mac is my cat. She Rules. She's trying to keep me from bloggin' by being all like "I'm an adorable little cat thing. Look at me as I try to walk on your keyboard, aren't I cute? I'm pretty sure I am. You should pet me. Don't type. Hey look. Is this your shirt? I think I'm going to roll around on it and get hair all over it. Tee Hee!"

Tonight I took Ben up to St. Louis, then came home. It was fun. My cousin Josh and my good friend Justin Spaeth accompanied me and it was a most enjoyable trip. We listened to some nice tunes, talked some philosophy, just generally hung out. I don't hang out with Josh as much as I should. We'll hang out for like a week, then go six months without seeing each other. It probably has something to do with the fact that he lives in Indiana, and I live in Cape.

This week I'm going to look for another job. Maybe something where I'd just work weekends or something. Yeah. Weekends. Nice.

So I was at my cousins' graduation party this evening, and my cousin Aaron Jofuss Essner came up to me and said, "I saw your Heggeman's blog song. It was pretty neat, I couldn't understand it though." That was wild. (Plus I think it was a diss on Matthew cause he was the one singing, BURN!)

Jar Jar is the Key

Episode three is pretty good.

So when I say I'm going to post something later that day, or the next day, I don't. That's what happens. I say I'm going to post, then I don't. It's a little game I play. A game that only I win! MU ha ha ha!

Ben should be coming home tonight. He's coming home with my grandparents, who are up in St. Louis for my cousin Domo's birthday.

So I started this post about a half an hour ago, then I started looking at the Decemberists site. Then I went to take a shower, then I was like, oh yeah, I was bloggin. I tried watching Magnolia, but I'm too damn tired to watch it now. I got like five and a half hours of sleep last night. When Pete and/or (I'm not supposed to use the phrase "and/or" cause in logic "or" is inclusive so and/or is a redundant clause) Steve spend the night I usually don't get much sleep. We watched some Firefly. I'm really obsessed with that show now. THANK'S A LOT WISSINGERS! That was meant to be sincere. Maybe I shouldn't have put it in caps. Thanks a lot Wissingers! There, that's better.

I feel like I'm not really living up to my part of the music/movie/tv/book sharing with Pete and Steve. In the past month they've introduced me to a really great band and a really great, and really cancelled, TV show. The only new music I've really picked up recently is a certain Mr. Wainwright. The only new TV show I've watched is an old British nostalgia piece about pre-war country vetenarians. Maybe I should be more adventurous with my music finding.

Jimmy should be coming into town sometime soon. I'm not really sure when though. I should check the e-mail he sent me. I think I'll do that now and post this.

A list of things that are on my desk.

On my computer desk are the following things, or, if you like, the following things are on my computer desk:

1. One desk of well shuffled playing cards; they've never been used to play cards, just for shuffling
2. Guitar Picks; 1 yellow, 3 black (the same color black as the top of my desk so they blend in and I can't see them), 1 white Thumb pick
3. The St. Benedict cross that my mom got me that I don't wear cause it hurts my neck.
4. Two Speakers.
5. A Rather large stack of CD's; Some games, some music, some data
6. Pikachu clock
7. Cup full of pens, knives, and a pezz dispenser
8. The white phone
9. A travel bottle of shampoo
10. Some pennies
11. Buddy Christ
12. A monitor
13. The One Ring.

There's other stuff too.

Today's my birthday. It's been a pretty good day so far. Joe is going to drink for me today, so I don't have to.

I've been thinking a lot about my ensemble cast fantadromedy tv show. It's based on Final Fantasy Tactics. I think about it when I want to think about something pleasant, which is fairly often. One of the things I enjoy about my job is the fact that it doesn't require too terribly much of me mentally. So I can go into my little writing room and my brain and write episodes for the show. I have a couple already planned out. The last episode of the first season is written in a way such that, if the show gets canceled, the ending would be appropriate as a series finally, which I like.

I think I'll write some more tonight. Matthew accused me of never posting anything. I'll show him. It is officially on.

Here's a post for today.

I finished watching Firefly this morning. It was around 1:30. I'm sad now. I'm sure this phenomenon isn't singular to me. When you finish reading a good book/watching a TV series you like, do you feel sad? Usually this only happens to me after the initial viewing/reading, but it has be known to reoccur upon second and third readings. Mostly with Harry Potter books. But yeah, Firefly is American Television at it's best. Pretty much all of the best of television (I know how odd the preceding phrase is, but I can't put it any other way) was shown, and cancelled by fox. That's right, the network that brought us "Who wants to marry a millionaire?", "The Simple Life", "Temptation Island", "The Swan", "Me and the Seven angry Primates"... you get the picture. Fox takes chances. Sometimes it doesn't succeed, but sometimes it does. And when it does you get shows like Andy Richter Controls the Universe, Family Guy, Arrested Development, The Tick, Cracking Up (Which had both Jason Schwartzman AND Zooey Deschanel), and of course Firefly.

I'm trying to find music to accompany my melancholy mood. It's not working.

One day, when I'm feeling like typing a whole bunch, I'll fill you in on my feeling towards fame and fandom. Right now, I'm going to bed. I have to go to a family reunion later, I figure I'll need sleep.

Here's a post I wrote for Thursday. My internet wasn't working. Here it is. I'm afraid it's not as relevant as it once was. I apologize.

I saw Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy for the third time tonight. It's still awesome. I saw it with Pete and Brendan. They both enjoyed it.

In other, more interesting news, I'm into a new band. They're called the Decemberists. They are fairly good. They came to my attention via Pete Wissinger/Steve Wissinger via David "Kibbles" Kiblinger. This band is the latest in a long line of great bands recommended to me by the Wissinger duo; which includes but is not limited to Guster, Ben Kweller, Mike Doughty, The post trippy Beatle's music, and they are also responsible, though indirectly, for my Rufus Wainwright fascination.

To comment on this phenomona and whatever else he feels like is guest blogger Pete Wiss.

People say that they dont like Hitchhiker's guide to the Galaxy are either a) illiterate, or b) too loaded in the ass with jizz to enjoy much of anything....yeah...
The Decemberists deserve your attention...unfortunately, if you live in the armpit called Cape Girardeau, you can only find their most recent album(but buy it, its their best).
So Vin Deisel is gay...roll that one around in your head for a while...gross...and you thought he sucked before you knew he was a fudgepacker...hahaha
mandolins...yes or no? I say yesyesyes
Either Way...best song ever...if you get tired of that, go for rainy day...wow....so amazing...like a shit filled doughnut
if you want more of me, find my blog...i will give you one clue...my name is Pete Wissinger...good luck! there is a prize for the 1st matt essner fan to post a comment...the prize is a bucket of shoes (for your foyer) so you can be a big dog

That was Pete. It's now tomorrow. This post was started two hours ago. Pete and I have been jamming for that long. Actually I think jammin' might be a more appropriate word. Anyway Toodles!

Mothers Day and such.

Today is Mother's Day. I got my mom a guitar stand, cause her guitar falls down sometimes at mass, some practice golf balls, cause she likes to golf, and The Phantom of the Opera; Special Edition, cause she like Phantom of the Opera. My mom is a really good guitar player by the way. She used to give guitar lessons. I tried to find her some spice racks, cause she said she wanted spice racks. I couldn't find any. I didn't look very hard.

This week is final's week. I should be studying for finals. Tomorrow is my easiest final. It's Early european civ. It's all matching. My theory for studying for matching tests is this: You don't know have to know all the terms, just enough to eliminate all the wrong answers. I really need to do well on my Ethics final, and I'd like to do well on my African Civilizations final. Like I said, I should be studying.

Today I went over to my Grandma Essner's house and hung out with my cousins. Three of my cousins are seniors in high school this year. They are the exact opposite of my friends that are seniors in high school this year. At least they have differing opinions. For one, I asked them how senior week went they said, "It was great" and "It was a lot of fun". Only two thirds of my senior cousins were there tonight though. My cousin Katie, who I lovingly refer to as "my dumbest cousin", was absent. I miss hanging out with Katie. Her brother Josh is coming home for a couple of weeks this summer. Becky said he should be in by Wednesday. He's living in Lafayette this summer, which is where he goes to school (Purdue Univeristy: "Go Boilermakers?"), and is in a fraternity. He seems to dig the frat life, as many people seem to do. Good for him, it's not my bag though.

I think if I really put my mind to it I continue this post for several more paragraphs. But I won't.
I will however start biking again this week.

Scat Factory

I really like the phrase Scat Factory. It's amazing. I'll have to use it somewhere. Maybe I'll open up a scat factory. I'll produce scat on assembly lines. I'll sit up in my office that overlooks the factory floor. Every once and a while, I'll come down, walk the floor, sample some scat, tweek the machines. I will have a secretray named Joan. She'll be a bookish girl of 20ish. She'll write little stories on scraps of paper when it's not very busy. They're mostly stories about bookish girls of 20ish being swept out of there boring lives by finely chiseled statuesqe men who exist only to make the lives of bookish girls of 20ish extremely pleasant. One day, however, she'll write a story about a horrifying monster that stalks and kills owners of scat factories. Coincedently, the day she writes that story, her boss will have played a practical joke on her involving some cow intestines and a bottle of pepsi one.

Work was not the cool tonight. It was in fact the least the cool this week. Hopefully tomorrow it will be better. What else... The Episode 3 game comes out tomorrow. Mothersday is Sunday. I'll post something interesting tomorrow, I promise.

The day I finished reading

Well I finished Dirk Gently, Wholistic Detective. I think I prefer Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul. DGWD doesn't really have a dramatic climax. The ending is almost sitcomy. But that's ok. Douglas Adams is still one of my favorite writers. You know who else I like; Roger Zelazeny. I don't know how to spell his name, but that doesn' t take anything away from his being dead. Roger Zelazany died in 1991, I think . Douglas Adams died in 2001, I htink. Coincedence? Probably not. The two events don't seem even remotely related... or do they....


SAUSAGE... OH MY GOD!

Kablam! Mr. Jangly Change has left the building.

This weekend was about two things. Sleep and Douglas Adams.
Friday/Saturday= 9 hours of sleep 3 hours of Douglas Adams (2 for Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy and 1 for Dirk Gently Wholistic Detective)
Saturday/Sunday= 10.5 hours of sleep 1 hour of Douglas Adams

Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, all I can say is Damn. Damn Damn, damn damn damn. Shadamn.
In case you can't tell, which is fairly understandable, I really like Hitchhiker's Guide. It owned.

So Family Guy started again tonight. It was funny. Not as funny as it was before it got canceled, but I have high expectations. Hopefully Seth MacFarlane will use American Dad for his Bush bashing and politcal humor, and keep Family Guy a platform for humorous obscure pop culture references.

I've decided that this post needs to be more centered around me. My opionions are taking up too much blog space. This blog should be an advertisement for me, Matt Essner.

I am awesome! I am the coolest. I rule.

Matthew and I didn't get to WOW this much this weekend. But that's ok, we don't need to WOW to have a good time. For those who don't know, WOW stands for World of Warcraft. It's an online RPG that we play. I bet you thought it was something dirty... well it is kindy dirty. But one should expect that kind of language on a battlefield. I mean come on, people are getting stabbed and stuff, of course the language will be a little colorful.

10 minutes pass...

Apparently I have more to say, because I've yet to post this. Um... let's see. Work is going to suck beyond suck tomorrow. I mean it. Suck. With a capital SU.

15 minutes pass...

So I'll type a sentence or two, go surf the internet, and then come back. I really should end this thing before it gets too huge... Ladies, you know what I'm talking about... I'm sorry. I don't even know what that mean. I'm just rambling now. I need to just post this.

10 minutes later...

Nope... still not posted. People have my blog linked from their blog. That's cool of them. I wish I knew how to link people. I don't though. I'm not what you would call "Blog Savy". I am also not what you would call "A Bowl of Cabbage".

Goodnight everybody!

The little things.

I don't know why, but recently I've become fascinated with whales, and other seafaring mammals. Whales especially though. Whales are the biggest living thing on the planet. Ok well not really, because techically the great barrier reef is alive, as well as kelp and stuff. But other than that, whales take the cake. So there are these huge animals just swimming around the oceans of this planet of ours completely oblivious to cell phones and cars and taffy. They just exist and are huge.
This just blows my mind. I think I'm regressing intellectually. I'm starting to think like a 5 year old. It's not advanced moral philosophies or meta physics that interest me. It's things like whales and bears and water.

Anyway, that's my introspection for the day. And now a song: *Listens to Ben Folds's 'Landed'*

Still not as good as his other stuff.

This is about 40 minutes later. I still haven't posted this. I'm reading a Peter Singer essay. It's compelling.

I'm going to post this now.

Works like a charm...

So last night was Ashely's last day at commerical mail. Chuck is the new guy. Chuck is very slow. He's getting better but, the end of the month started yesterday, and we are going to get slammed. Chuck's slowness will be detrimental to me getting out of work before 9.

Yesterday was also my first day of encoding at work. Encoding is manually typing out the addresses on the envelopes that the big machine can't read. It requires precision and speed. Everyone that knows me, knows that I am the best typist in the world, so this job will present little to no problem for me. Oh, but seriously I suck so much at typing.

I'm going to make a mixed cd to take with me to work today. It will not contain any Guster. I'm a little Gustered out right now. It might have a couple of Songs for Silverman tracks... I'm not sure. Ok I'm out.

I saw Guster and the Zambonis

I went to see Guster on Sunday. They played at a place called Bradley Un-Iveristy. It's in Peoria. It's right off of main street. On the the way there we passed 3 gay bars, all within 2 blocks.

I went with Pete and Steve and Steve's girlfriend Liz, and their friend Kevie (sp?). Kevie's a pilot and plays soccer. She came to the concert to see one of the opening bands; Carbon Leaf.

The other opening band was this band called the Zambonis. I liked the Zambonis. They played songs about hockey. I'm ok with hockey. I played a lot of hockey on my sega back in the day. I talked to the guys from the Zambonis after the show. Two of them (Steve and Mat) are from St. Louis. Dave isn't, but he's really cool. He produced a couple of Guster songs on this Christmas album that they did. (Irony: 3/4 of the current Gusters are Jewish. Joe the Gentile, joined after the Christmas album thing. Everybody loves Christmas.) Dave and I talked about They Might Be Giants. He's met John Linnell.

Peoria is weird. I'll tell you about it some time.

It's raining outside...

It's storming pretty good (well?) outside. I love storms. I can't help but smile when I walk out into them.

I've been posting comments on my friend Jonathan's friends' blogs. I like reading blogs. Especially the blogs of people I know, or sort of know. It's character development. I have these little bio's of all the people I know, or am aware of, in my head. Reading people's blogs add more information and allow me to gain a clearer understanding of who that person is. It's kind of cool.

My cat is strangely calm right now. I thnk she likes the storm too.

I'm going to sleep.

Sometimes When I'm Bored...

Sometimes when I'm bored I go to the library and look at books about Halloween. I love Halloween. I love lamp.

Also whales are disgusting creatures. Not all of them, but Gray Whales. Damn. They've got these parasites all over them...*shudder*. I was reading this book that showed close up pictures of the parasites. It was disgusting. I guess it's not really the whales's fault that they are so attractive to parasites, and they can't really clean themselves... but damn. I mean they could pay some fish to do it. I mea, that's just nasty.

Peer Pressure

So, a lot of my friends have blogs. I read them from time to time. They're kind of cool. The blogs, not my friends. Well my friends are pretty cool too. I'm pretty sure my blog name is pretty pretentious, and I'm pretty sure I misspelled "pretentious" and "misspelled". So this is my first post. Maybe I'll post more, if I remember. I'm pretty forgetful.

Hey, I should have something exciting in my first ever blog entry:

Ok, so today I was at work and this dude came in, and he was all like "Give me all your stamps or I will kill you in the nads!" And I was like "I don't have any stamps. Ass!", but I was doing this slow motion dive when I said that, it was super cool. I think the guy died of lung cancer. It was really sad. His wife was really sad. I gave her some stamps to put in the guys casket. We really did have stamps. I work at Commercial Mail Service. We have a bunch of stamps.