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One more gift

I just noticed this morning that Earl Cootie gave me the gift of website promotion, for my review page. Thanks a lot, Earl!

Back sooner than I thought

But, like I said, I may just want to share my birthday presents with you.
I got emails from my mom and dad, one from each, a call from my best friend in California, and from my sister. I bought myself beer tonight after work, but when I got home, my roommate Cesar had already put a 6er of Weinhard's PR in the fridge for me. MY mom also put a little money into a bank acount thats about to close. I'll probably use that to buy some awesome custom Vans, since they don't have the normal shoes I want in my size.
Jeremy was nice enough to spend some time with me this morning, and naturally bring me presents. One gift I was kind of expecting was a new flatbed scanner. My old one died last summer and I've wanted one ever since. It works like a peach! Or it is a peach. Whatever. Here's a scan of a drawing that I had to take a photo of for a previous post:


He also got me what he said was sort of a gag gift. We had discussed this show before. Are you ready?...

That's right! The first season of Maude. Silly boy ought to know by now, I take classic television very seriously, or at least wouldn't consider it a gag. An old roommate told me he had never seen me as excited as when the first season of the Brady Bunch came out on DVD.
The most unexpected gift came from the Seattle Post-Intelligencer. The had a feature article on men's underpants.

Granted, I find outrageous underpants like this to be silly (with their crazy designs), creepy (when they look like little kid's underwear), and retarded (when I see how much they cost)but nonetheless...it's a feature on men's underwear.
So, yeah, cool birthday.
Later, dudes.

26 = less blogging

I haven't written in a while. I don't know why, just haven't felt like it. I've been a little preoccupied. Nothing big, just normal stuff people deal with. I have a job that I hate, but my overly-practical nature tells me to stay there for financial reasons. I can save money for school, my car, and moving if need be. I'm also trying to strengthen my relationships, trying to be a half-way decent friend, brother, son, boyfriend, Washington state resident and, oddly enough, employee. With my 26th birthday approaching I'm thinking that these things are a result of getting older. I'm geting to the point where I need to map out my life to come and it's leaving me, at times, exhausted. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much. My brain keeps doing that thing lately where it won't SHUT UP and I keep thinking the same things over and over, much like someone with OCD repeatedly locks and unlocks a door. So, If I don't post as much and the 2-4 people who read this take any notice, that's probably why.

Who knows, though...exciting stuff may occur that I just can't help but share...like kick-ass birthday presents!

Thanks, baby!

Speaking of my birthday, I'm celebrating on Thursday. I'm going to an Elf Power show at The Crocodile. It'll be hit-or-miss, but whatever, right? If you think I'm awesome, you should go and say hi to me.

He is Risen!

I had a pretty cool Easter this year, but I think that's just because Easter happened to fall on a pretty cool weekend for me.

On Saturday, I was noticably depressed at work for, once again, no reason at all. After work I met the guy at Neumo's where DJ Heather was playing (do DJs "play"?). I was with him earlier in the day and could tell that he was excited to see her and go out and dance. By the time I got there I wasn't depressed anymore, got a drink or two, and started feeling the music. Jeremy and his friend Bill both said the opening DJ wasn't as good as DJ Heather. I couldn't tell. I don't know good house music from bad house music.

I had a few more drinks and met some of Jeremy's dancing friends, but there were two other things I did that were really unexpected. First off, I went into the men's room which was rather crowded a was able to pee...with the stall door open (I thought at first it didn't have one)! Huge breakthrough for me. The other thing was I danced my heart out, and had fun doing it. I'm not all hella into dancing now or anything, but for the first time I didn't feel I had to force it OR get incredibly wasted. I only got adequetly wasted, but that would have happened without dancing. I also dance a lot better when I have a drink in one hand.

Hopped a cab back with a driver named Moses who, while J$ was in 7-11, I had no problem conversing with.

Cut to Easter morning:
The day started great, plus I didn't even have a hangover! I was bummed that the sun was out. I went to work and made more money(I think) because Jesus was resurrected today. And then it got gray. The clouds came in and the sun went away and I was as happy as a pig in slops. A couple of times, after it started raining but before it got dark,I went outside. I decided that this was some of the best rain I had seen in a long time. It wasn't cold or stormy, the rain was steady and fell straight down, and it wasn't too hard or light. It was perfect, like a refreshing shower.

So with the exception of having to be at work this easter, I was in elated-ish spirits.

Amen.

I've been too harsh

Maybe I'm getting soft in my old age, but I've realized that there are some things that I always said I hated that I don't really hate. Mostly, I'm just indeifferent to them. Here are some:

Jim Carrey- I really did hate him when he was just playing the same annoying character over and over. However, when put into a decent role, he's not that bad of an actor. Well, my only reference for that is Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, but it still shows his potential.

Will Farrel See above. Although I don't see an end to his stupid movies any time soon, so I will remain indifferent.

Steely Dan I think when I was young, like eighth grade, someone said they sucked and it remained engrained in my mind ever since. They're actually not that bad, at least not bad enough to hate, and their bass is sweet.

Bruce Vilanch He once said that he thinks straight actors playing gay men is as bad as blackface. He then went on to portray Edna Turnblad in the Hairspray Broadway musical, a gay man playing a straight woman. This seemed hypocritical to me. Still, I can't honestly say that I know enough about Mr. Vilanch or his ideology to say that I hate him. In fact, I think this blurb reports EVERYTHING I do know about him, except he was on Hollywood Squares a lot.

When I think of more things I don't actually hate, I'll post them. Children will NOT be on that list.

Passions

It's finally getting better.