I find myself sitting in my car waiting for the electrician and thinking about the "be our guest" scene in Beauty and the Beast ( the Disney version).
Remember the singing teapot and candle stick? The well choreographed kitchen and household utensils frolicking in perfect synchronization with the music, drawing you in to the story effortlessly. All I could ever think while this was all going on was how extremely flamable the candlestick guy was and how it was with total disregard for everyones safety (especially mr clock) for him to bounce and spin spraying hot wax about the room like Mardi GRAS beads onto the necks of the youthful spoons and teacups... CANDLSTICK GUY WAS A DICK!!!
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Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
An important meeting
I typically spend a decent chunk of my day in meeings that are essentially about having meetings. After approximately 1 hour of stating facts and current status, we typically move into an hour of complaining about the things that are causing us trouble (since none of it is our fault). Our final 20 minutes is usually spent confirming when we will next meet to discuss what we weren't able to clear up and/or rectify in this meeting.
I'm not really sure I we can ever be a truly productive society if this is the level o effectiveness we strive for. There has always been an understanding that in this country we work more than individuals in other countries, but are we really working? Or do we just spend more time at work?
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I'm not really sure I we can ever be a truly productive society if this is the level o effectiveness we strive for. There has always been an understanding that in this country we work more than individuals in other countries, but are we really working? Or do we just spend more time at work?
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Can't buy love, but you can still play Mario
In all my time on this planet I've learned that just about any mood, feeling or disposition can be calmed and/or rectified by a quick game of Super Mario. As I prepare to join my significant other in our almost nightly ritual of de-stressing while jumping over Goombas and Koopa-Troopas, I decide to pause for a moment and try to figure out exactly why this "game" is so effective at calming the soul (you're already singing the song aren't you?).
There really isn't much to my theory other than the fact that playing a game that mindlessly guides you through the classic battle of good and evil may actually give you a temporary feeling of elation that the world is right and everything is going to be alright. We all fight our own "King Koopas" in order to rescue our "Princess". I personally have been fighting a battle against the minions of my King Koopa (day job) for years to save my Princess (music performance). I catch a glimpse of her or her servants in some form about every couple of days, but I have yet to be able to spend every day with her. Feel me?
What fills in your "Mario World"? And will you ever defeat King Koopa?
There really isn't much to my theory other than the fact that playing a game that mindlessly guides you through the classic battle of good and evil may actually give you a temporary feeling of elation that the world is right and everything is going to be alright. We all fight our own "King Koopas" in order to rescue our "Princess". I personally have been fighting a battle against the minions of my King Koopa (day job) for years to save my Princess (music performance). I catch a glimpse of her or her servants in some form about every couple of days, but I have yet to be able to spend every day with her. Feel me?
What fills in your "Mario World"? And will you ever defeat King Koopa?
Friday, February 12, 2010
Why beating up girls AND Saves The Day ROCK!
Let me preface this post by stating that I in no way condone violence in 99.9% of situations, but we all know that sometimes there comes a time when someone gets a free pass to the "gun show" and what I'm about to describe is one such time. This is not for the faint of heart.
Let me take you back to me in second grade and a recess period in Mrs. Robbin's class at Fort Lowell Elementary school. I'm outside in the sunshine enjoying the prime spot on the playground that I had to sprint from the front door of our classroom to obtain. What prime spot you ask? Well, it was large tractor tire strategically placed in the center of the sandbox which while inside provided me with a secluded space to "play" with my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle action figures (specifically Donatello and Raphael).
As I am just settling in for a long battle with the Shredder and his Foot Clan, a young lady by the name of Candy poked her head into my world of make believe like a hurricane through south Florida. Now anyone who knows me well understands that I am not what you would call a "big and tall" individual by any means, at least measure I was 5'7" and approximately 145 lbs.. now imagine me as a second grader. Candy was quite my opposite being at least 5' 5" and 150 lbs... IN SECOND GRADE!! With one swoop of her tree trunk like arms she had quickly snatched away Raphael and pushed me to the ground with not even verbal insult. I was left in the sand alone and crying for only a moment before I decided that despite our significant size difference... I was going to get back my Raphael at ANY cost.
I sprinted through the sand to where Candy stood with my plastic friend, waving him through the air as though he were a plane; didn't she understand that turtles cannot fly? I confronted her and stated "GIMMEE MY TURTLE!", to which she replied no. I could see there was simply no reasoning with Candy and without hesitation I quickly swing with a right cross in the general direction of her head, but landed directly on her throat causing her to instantly drop Raphael and gasp for air. I retrieved my fallen comrade from the sandy battle field and quickly ran to safety inside the tire, where I again cried.
I was quickly pointed out by the NARCs of the playground as an explanation as to why large Candy was in tears. In an attempt at playground conflict resolution Mrs. Robbins asked what happened to which Candy quickly explained "He took my ninja turtle and hit me!". THE NERVE! Not only had she stolen my manhood this day but decided to make an attempt at stealing my credibility. After a phone call to both of our parents it was easily sorted out whom was the rightful owner of the prize plastic turtle, though I would not get it back until the end of the day I had won. Now the task was put on Mrs. Robbins to decide how to punish a second grader who so obviously was in the wrong but had declared himself as a righteous defender of all that is good and protected many smaller children from Candy's wrath in the future.
I was charged with assault and sentenced to 5 minutes of time out during lunch recess of which I had to count out by myself. Being that we had not covered how many seconds were in a minute in our curriculum... this came out to 30 minutes of time out and my counting to 10 over and over and over.
So where does Saves The Day come in? Well every time I find myself recollecting of that fateful day in second grade, the ONLY song that pops in my head is 'Rocks Tonic Juice Magic' on Saves The Day's album Through Being Cool. Try playing that track now and you'll see what I mean. To all my homies out east, check them out this next month, and you Hollywood bros get ready for STD at the House of Blues on 3/18/10.
Love you guys!
Let me take you back to me in second grade and a recess period in Mrs. Robbin's class at Fort Lowell Elementary school. I'm outside in the sunshine enjoying the prime spot on the playground that I had to sprint from the front door of our classroom to obtain. What prime spot you ask? Well, it was large tractor tire strategically placed in the center of the sandbox which while inside provided me with a secluded space to "play" with my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle action figures (specifically Donatello and Raphael).
As I am just settling in for a long battle with the Shredder and his Foot Clan, a young lady by the name of Candy poked her head into my world of make believe like a hurricane through south Florida. Now anyone who knows me well understands that I am not what you would call a "big and tall" individual by any means, at least measure I was 5'7" and approximately 145 lbs.. now imagine me as a second grader. Candy was quite my opposite being at least 5' 5" and 150 lbs... IN SECOND GRADE!! With one swoop of her tree trunk like arms she had quickly snatched away Raphael and pushed me to the ground with not even verbal insult. I was left in the sand alone and crying for only a moment before I decided that despite our significant size difference... I was going to get back my Raphael at ANY cost.
I sprinted through the sand to where Candy stood with my plastic friend, waving him through the air as though he were a plane; didn't she understand that turtles cannot fly? I confronted her and stated "GIMMEE MY TURTLE!", to which she replied no. I could see there was simply no reasoning with Candy and without hesitation I quickly swing with a right cross in the general direction of her head, but landed directly on her throat causing her to instantly drop Raphael and gasp for air. I retrieved my fallen comrade from the sandy battle field and quickly ran to safety inside the tire, where I again cried.
I was quickly pointed out by the NARCs of the playground as an explanation as to why large Candy was in tears. In an attempt at playground conflict resolution Mrs. Robbins asked what happened to which Candy quickly explained "He took my ninja turtle and hit me!". THE NERVE! Not only had she stolen my manhood this day but decided to make an attempt at stealing my credibility. After a phone call to both of our parents it was easily sorted out whom was the rightful owner of the prize plastic turtle, though I would not get it back until the end of the day I had won. Now the task was put on Mrs. Robbins to decide how to punish a second grader who so obviously was in the wrong but had declared himself as a righteous defender of all that is good and protected many smaller children from Candy's wrath in the future.
I was charged with assault and sentenced to 5 minutes of time out during lunch recess of which I had to count out by myself. Being that we had not covered how many seconds were in a minute in our curriculum... this came out to 30 minutes of time out and my counting to 10 over and over and over.
So where does Saves The Day come in? Well every time I find myself recollecting of that fateful day in second grade, the ONLY song that pops in my head is 'Rocks Tonic Juice Magic' on Saves The Day's album Through Being Cool. Try playing that track now and you'll see what I mean. To all my homies out east, check them out this next month, and you Hollywood bros get ready for STD at the House of Blues on 3/18/10.
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