Home Stretch.

August 11, 2008

There are only 12 more days left of my summer job, and I swear those 12 days are going to seem like 12 years. My parents, since early July, have been saying to me that I’m on “the home stretch”. Well, it’s been a very long home stretch, and I think the problem is that they preemptively said it; way too soon, I might add.

But now, it feels that I actually am on the home stretch. My apartment deal has been finalized and I move in Sept. 1st. I bought a toaster-oven and a vintage table lamp to…celebrate?

I saw two of these at Savers today when I was looking for furniture.
My enemies will be receiving these in the mail.

According to my last post, I indicated that I’m going to change my habits. Well, I’m kind of putting that aside until my summer job is over. Working 12 to 14 hours a day 6 days a week doesn’t allow me the time nor the energy to exercise, eat healthy and meet a lot of new people. Or am I just using work as an excuse again? Perhaps. At least this summer I’ve been knocking back books like a prescription pill addict knocking back copious amounts of medication…like House with vicodin. I still need to get around to watching movies on my Netflix queue. Instead, I’ve been watching old episodes of Daria and new episodes of Mad Men online. Damn you convenient streaming online database of glorious TV shows.

In other media, I’ve been listening to the new Parenthetical Girls album, Entanglements, which is very good. Other bands and albums include The Dead Science and their upcoming album,¬† Villainaire, Hauschka’s new album, Ferndorf, and Josephine Foster’s newest, This Coming Gladness, all of which I recommend to everyone.

In the meanwhile…S.W.A.T. Kats.

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Agenda For the Future (do I dare hold myself to this?)

July 28, 2008

This may be jumping the gun, but, I put a deposit down for a single bedroom apartment. I hear back on Tuesday if I “qualify”. I don’t think there are any reasons why I don’t, but, I feel like I’ll be able to breathe easy again once I know.

With that pretext in mind, I present to you, as well as a reminder to myself, what I have planned for the future. You see, there are a lot of things I can’t do with other people around. Say, cleaning for instance. Cleaning helps organize not only my physical environment, but it restores some sort of order in my mind…cleaning is, I would say, a metaphore of restoration for me. Having order is something I like surrounding myself with.

But for some ungodly reason, I can’t bring myself to clean if anyone else is around. Living at home with my family makes cleaning impossible for me. My brother typically doesn’t leave the house his room and I become worried that I’m bothering him with all the noise, or else I become self-conscious, fretful that I’m not doing a satisfactory job of cleaning. I am especially fretful about that when my father is around, who is probably boarder-line obsessive compulsive about cleanness. Moreover about the light switches. To him, if the light is off then the switch must be in the down position. This may seem like a simple logical thing, but it’s a bit hard when you’ve got two or three way switches, meaning, a light could be off and the switch could be up, or vice-versa. Yeah, it’s that extreme. It’s from observing his behavior of order and cleanness that has probably leaked into my psyche.

So, it’ll be a relief to be out on my own, being able to clean to my own satisfaction without the imaginary¬† captiousness that my father has never actually acted upon. In fact, he probably doesn’t care THAT much how well or unwell I clean.

Okay, so this probably a useless post so far, but I made a list entitled: “Instead of X do Y”. So, here we go:
– instead of neglecting my surroundings do something about it, like clean it
– instead of sitting, doing nothing, do sit-ups and do something about my flab
– instead of pizza rolls eat carrots or apples
– instead of relationships do friendships
– instead of driving do biking, walking, or riding the bus*
– instead of frustration do some relaxation exercises
– instead of boding on the past go out and meet new people
– instead of soda-pop drink water or juice
– instead of women…nah, stay with women
– instead of watching TV go for a walk or a bike ride
– instead of spending money save it for a down payment on a house
– instead of cashing a check from a relative, write a thank-you letter first
– instead of taking things personally put things in perspective and move on

I think that’s a good start so far. I’ll add more to that later.

*last year I primarily took the bus or biked to campus, but during the summer I tend to drive, but mainly because Dilworth is kinda far from everything, including my two jobs, so that’s my excuse. Other than that, I try to bike, walk, take the bus, etc.

Summer Delight

July 13, 2008

I had (again) forgotten the user name and password for this ol’ thing, my apologizes to the masses of people who read this blog.

Anyway, to catch you all up, I’m done with my sophomore/junior year of college. Started the summer off with the 48-Hour Film Project (our film, Precious Metals The Otto Steinholz Story won)…and wait, that’s it? Well, it was a fun first week of summer. And then came the summer job, Knight Printing (again). Except this time, I’m working the day shift (5:00 AM-3:30 PM) instead of the horrid night shift (4:30 PM-??? AM), so it’s reasonably better. Maybe. OK, it is actually better. Working dayshift, that is. *cough*

So, eventually my birthday came around. I plan on getting sooooooooo sloshed everyday. Oh wait, no, never mind. Um, it’s just that basically I can go to 21+ shows now. Horray!

In case you all don’t know, I now work at the Fargo Public Library (downtown branch) and I’ve had the opportunity to take the time and find some good books to read. I recommend the following:

This one, called Hooking Up: Sex, Dating and Relationships on Campus, basically made me feel horrible for being a man. However, it was incredibly insightful in understanding sex roles, especially with people who are my age. Also, for those of you who aren’t into the whole “getting wasted and having druken sex at parties”, this will assure you that you are, in fact, not missing out on anything.


This one is a reaaaaal downer, but oh so wonderful. Basically, it deals with how capitalism has been twistedly morphed into over-consumptious market with an attitude that screams “I’M AMERICAN: WATCH ME BUY SHIT THAT I DON’T NEED”. Benjamin R. Barber frequently cites two sociologists (Max Weber and Karl Marx) that I would A. have dinner with; B. play catch with; C. carpool with; D. have a frank discussion of how people are disgustingly horrible to one another. While this book is basically all opinion, he does makes creditable points and uses reputable sources to back him up.


This needs no explanation, just read it.

I would do video games, but Toby has that covered here. I do completely concur with that list. What a good man he is. I suppose though, when I have time, I’ll do some music recommendationz.

I do have some things to look forward to in the future, as in, a new place of residence in August. You will all be amazed at it. I guarantee it.

Oh, P.S. I love Dennis Kucinich. I’ll explain moar next time.

Gross

April 29, 2008

School computers are gross. The keyboards and mice are greasy. It’s very offsetting.

I Don’t Think There Are Enough Cross Overs

April 20, 2008

JK.

First, get this: the upcoming Soul Calibur 4 has YODA and DARTH VADER in it. Wha-?! How…what…but most importantly, WHY? I don’t really know what to think of this. I just feel somewhat uncomfortable about it, I guess. Though, one could argue that this isn’t really new. Soul Calibur 2 introduced players to Link, Heihachi Mishima, and Spawn depending on which system one played it on. I can definitely understand Heihachi Mishima in a cross over, since both Soul Calibur and Tekken are fighting games. Link, well, was a welcomed surprise…and Spawn, well, that’s how it is with Yoda and Darth Vader. Just doesn’t really fit. At least not yet.

To me the problem has to do with how these characters are from two wholly seperate universes. As you can see in the video, Yoda and Darth Vader use their lightsabers. Now, the question is, will Star Wars physics and chemistry apply to the Soul Calibur game? From the Star Wars wika website, “Aside from the blade of another lightsaber, there were rare materials or creatures found throughout the galaxy that could withstand a lightsaber blade, but with varying degrees of success…” Since this is true, Soul Calibur characters would have no chance against either Yoda nor Vader unless their weapons were made out of certain rare material.

Furthermore, THE FORCE. As you can see in the video, Yoda uses Force Push to block an opponent’s weapon. So, apparently, the Force does apply in the realm of Soul Calibur. Yoda, as one of the highest ranking Jedi, and Lord Vader as one of the most ruthless Sith, how can there be any competition? I mean, in this game, only Yoda and Vader are equal opponents.

And did you see that last clip of Vader facing off against Heishiro Mitsurugi? Mitsurugi’s blade should have been cut in half or at least melted somewhat when it came into contact with Vader’s lightsaber. I forsee many technical conflicts, but perhaps, few will actually care.

Okay, so that was cross over number 1. Here’s number 2: Mortal Kombat versus….the DC Universe characters? BATMAN? UHHHHHHHHHH. I mean, okay, in the nerdiest nerd’s fantasy wet-dream, I guess one could conceive of such a thing, but to actually execute this is…well, crazy. This even brings up the old arguement about Batman even being a superhero. The debate goes that Batman has no super powers, so he isn’t really a superhero. So, to place Batman, outside of Gotham City, outside of the Batman world, outside of the DC Universe and into, oh, I dunno…the Netherealm is plainly absurd. As you can see in the preview, Batman is battling Sub-Zero, and unlike the shitty-ass Arnold Schwarzenegger Mr. Freeze, Sub-Zero actually has real powers.

Oh sure, go ahead, get technical about Sonya Blade, Jax, and Jonny Cage. Sure, they may not have had actual powers in the film(s), but somehow, they managed to obtain powers in the game. With said powers, they are super-human. Batman, yeah, he’s got the utility belt, his fighting style, his intellect, Bat-Mobile, etc. , but what do they add up to against the fighters of Mortal Kombat?

On a final note on Batman, what the Hell is he even doing there? He’s not trying to destroy Earthrealm and I doubt that he’s trying to wipe out what’s left of the Black Dragons or the Red Dragons.¬† Sure, he’s the Dark Night, but he rarely, if ever, uses lethal force to KILL an enemy (Joker, Penguin, etc.) since it’s what seperates him from being a criminal. So, by the logic, why would he be battling any of the characters in Mortal Kombat?

Maybe there are no real explanations for any of these cross overs other than for pure novelty. But, I mean, there HAS to be some limit to this novel idea…right? They might as well pull a Brawl, and throw ANY character from ANYTHING into an ultimate fighting game. Might as well throw Chiyo-chan from Azumanga Daioh versus, fuck, I don’t know, Nick from the Snow Bros. video game. Or I KNOW, Mr. Yellow from Reservoir Dogs versus Mr. Plum from Clue, CAUSE THAT MAKES SENSE.

Folks, I don’t know what this world has come to. I mean, there used to be respectable fighting games. Cross overs were for characters from the same medium that perhaps had some link to each other. But to pull random beings from wherever and throwing them into a fighting game just seems over the top to me. I’m STILL bothered, to this day of Marvel versus Capcom. It’s a good game, but…you know what I’m sayin’?

The truth is, I’ll probably enjoy both games regardless. And I suppose that’s what counts, but it bothers me that there was an obvious lack of logic in choosing these characters.

The Phone Rings…

April 1, 2008

…I answer it. An unrecognizable voice tells me to wake up and finish my Social Theory papers. That was the end of my dream last night. Or rather, nightmare. Or maybe it was a warning. Regardless, the stress has finally reached the threshold. I’ve got two papers due tomorrow by noon regarding Emile Durkheim’s theories of integration. Then, there’s the group project in my Social Problems class that isn’t even off the ground yet, and we have to present around the 18th of April. I’ve got a Psychology exam on Thursday. In other words, I’m on the verge of morphing into a hermit crab and shacking up in a shell away from humanity.

My head is spinning and it’s hard for me to concentrate. I think I’m going to pull an Einstein and take a nap. Apparently, that’s what he did every time he ran into a conundrum or a sticky situation. And I just realized how shallow this post is. I mean, here is this perfect opportunity to discuss some deep subjects, but instead, I subject myself to complaining about how tired and stressed I am. Guuuuuuillllt trrrrrriip. They should make that into a movie…

FROM THE MAKERS OF ROAD TRIP AND EURO TRIP COMES THIS SUMMER’S NEWEST COMEDY SMASH HIT: GUILT TRIP.

Actually, at this point, I wouldn’t put it past Hollywood if they made it.

Well, on the up side, for the most part, the hives have receded back into Hell from which they came. And now, time for a nap.

P.S. – I’m categorizing this post under both Ruminations and Vendettas, just cause I have a huge vendetta against most films with Hollywood-driven concepts.

Hives Hives

March 25, 2008

This morning, I woke up with hives on my arms, sides, and thighs (but strangely enough, not on my face, back, or frontal area). I have no idea what happened here. I don’t think they’re spider bites, cause there are waaaay too many of them. It’s not my eczema, cause I’m pretty sure dry skin doesn’t turn into hives (I could be wrong though). They’re not itchy, so it’s not chicken pox (I haven’t had chicken pox yet). So I guess it’s some sort of allergic reaction. I took some antihistamines so hopefully that’ll help. If they don’t clear up by the end of tomorrow, I’ll be going to the doctor and maybe I’ll find out what the hell is wrong with me. At least Jamie Stewart isn’t singing about me.

Aside from that debacle, I’ve received some incredible news today: I have been hired at the Fargo Public Library! I go in tomorrow for a drug screen test and paperwork. After that- it’s smooth sailing, especially since I’m being hired by the city as an employee, I get benefits, even only as a part time employee.

I was seriously surprised to hear from them. It had been two, maybe three weeks since the interview, and I had given up hope that I had acquired the position. I guess it goes to show that patience can pay off.

In the meanwhile, I’ve been enjoying the latest album from Lullatone and latest EP from Animal Collective. I recommend you check ’em out. And I suppose, while I’m here telling you what to listen to, I should tell command you to go see City of Men at the Fargo Theatre. Absolutely sensational for the follow-up to City of God.

Sorry I didn’t post any of my drawings, but I figured being anxious over my hives was of more importance.

A Delay, Yes There Was.

March 20, 2008

So…I had forgotten which e-mail I used for this blog, and I couldn’t remember the password, etc., which is why I haven’t updated in a while. I do apologize. A lot has happened since I tried that dreaded, awful, foul, horrendous hemp milk. For instance, I’ve learned how to cook stir fry and fried rice.

And…oh, man, is that all that’s happened?

Well, there was Smash Brothers Brawl. That’s been fun/time consuming. And…well…damn.

Anyway, coming up next post: things I’ve drawn.

Until then, raccoon entanglement.

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Hemp…Milk? My Reactions.

January 9, 2008

Below is a picture of three varieties of Hemp Bliss hemp milk. It does exist. And yes, I had some.

hemp milk

Occasionally, I like to try something new and perhaps a bit risky. You see, my lactose intolerance obviates me from fully enjoying milk (and other dairy products) without digestive consequences. Hemp milk is dairy free, since it’s made from, well, hemp. I was over at Toschi’s the other day and ventured to get some sort of other milk substitute. I’ve had rice and soy milk and much to my dismay, I’ve not enjoyed their tastes nor their textures as a milk substitute. So, I thought I’d try a plant/seed milk.

I bought the chocolate flavored hemp milk and I gotta say, it’s horrible. The taste is nutty, and sort of like…eating a piece of hemp rope. The texture is a bit on the diluted side, and it leaves a strange and unpleasant aftertaste in my mouth. Worst experience with any kind of milk. Ever. The kicker is that I spent four dollars on a little 32 ounce box of it. That’s right, box. A box that can be stored unrefrigerated before opening the seal. This isn’t a mutant kind of milk or its hideously deformed 2nd removed cousin, no my friends, this is the anti-milk. The anti-milk that claims to be milk. Let this cautionary tale forewarn you if you ever decided to drink something that’s supposed to come from the nipples of a mammal but instead comes from a plant or seed. Stick with the nipples.

Now, don’t get the wrong impression, I think hemp is useful for a lot of other things, textile or otherwise. Perhaps I could reconcile my poor experience with hemp milk by making a butterfly net out of hemp where I chase my butterfly-esque dream of being a real boy who can drink real milk someday.

Crosswalks of Danger

January 8, 2008

Every so often Very often when I’m walking to work in downtown Fargo, I’ll be crossing the street at the appropriate time (a.k.a. when the “walk” sign is illuminated or when I have a green light) someone will be trying to turn as I’m walking across the street. I’m not an “expert” when it comes to the rules of the road, nor do I claim to be the greatest driver that has ever existed, but I’m pretty sure that the pedestrian has the right of way to cross the road if the “walk” sign is illuminated and that the cars that want to turn have to yield to said pedestrian. Now, this is something that I’d like to think that many people could grasp logically, even without knowing all the rules of the road. I mean, there’s someone walking in front of your car. I guess I don’t want to be known as the person who likes to run over harmless pedestrians. Unless I have a t-shirt that says, “I like to kill pedestrians when they cross the street,” well then, I suppose I’d be more prone to go ahead and just run someone over. The patience of these drivers with whom I interact with tend not to have much…or else I suppose they see me as an obstacle in their crash course of driving a huge SUV, talking on their cell phone, and fiddling with their car stereo system. Why this obscene driving is not an Olympic event escapes me since it takes a great deal of talent stupidity to perform. Of course, if those contestants/drivers are really going to go for the gold, they really shine when they yell at me to get of the way.

Strangely enough, this happens more frequently during Sunday morning when I’m out for a morning stroll, in front of either the Catholic cathedral or the Lutheran church (which face each other on the same road). These people are either rushing trying to find a precious parking spot…or leaving in rabid and unconcerning way trying to get home so they can watch big, sweaty men tackle each other on the television (edit: I’ve been informed it’s some sort thing called “football” that these primitive people enjoy so much).

But where is the resolve or, at the minimum, where is the compromise? I am not heard nor am I seen by these drivers. Or at least I’d like to give them the benefit of the doubt that they’re not trying to intentionally run me over. What more can I do than to dodge their Durangos and escape the clutches of the Escalades? Well, I suppose if the Bush administration had any left over tanks (and I’m not even asking for an armored tank, just a plain old tank) I could square up to these drivers and run them over. I wouldn’t consider this a dog-eat-dog society, I’d say it’s more of a status-symbol-turned-killing-machine-cornering-the-now-underdog society.