The Index Card from Hell


Without 12 evil letters on it, it seems so harmless


For some reason, late yesterday afternoon and early last evening I was feeling like crap. I think it was a combination of huffing paint for a few hours as people were working on our roof at my office and the fact I was intensely tired. One way or another, this led to me crashing on my couch last night at 8:30 and getting somewhere between 10 or 11 hours of sleep (which is awesome). While I was sleeping though, I could have sworn I heard my neighbors discussing brown recluses, but given the fact that I was sleeping and am deathly afraid of spiders (ask my friend Lorna, who one time saw me regress into a 4 year old girl while driving when a spider appeared in my hair) it would have been unsurprising if I had just fictionalized this.

No less, I woke up the next morning rested and ready to take on the world. I showered, ate cereal, took care of some laundry, etc. etc. and prepared to depart. Given that my hands were going to be full, I put on my sunglasses and started moving up the staircase to the door. In the extreme darkness (dark + sunglasses = extreme dark), I noticed something down by the floor. It was an index card next to what looked like a clear cap to an aerosol spray bottle. There was writing on the card. Through my sunglasses I tried to decipher it.

Benji ridicules...bart reschools...and then I remember the "dream" and quickly remove my sunglasses and lean down.

Brown. Recluse. With a question mark after it (evidently there was a level of uncertainty as to what this beast was).

Predictably inside of the cap was a big freaking spider staring at me time six. I wanted to do one of two things: stomp on the cap 800 times or run away screaming like a little girl (much to Lorna's amusement). Instead I get up, slowly walk away, and develop a permanent set of goosebumps.

Why someone would capture that monster and not kill it, I have no idea. All I know is if they are in Alaska now, I'm moving to freaking Antarctica. I hate cold, but I hate spiders more.


The Next Step?

One of the things that I'm really interested in is the pending death of print. It's not that I want it to go away, as I honestly don't think I'd ever like to read books or comics via digital media, but its impossible to ignore the fact that print news has decreased in relevance over the past decade. That's especially evident in the news sector of print, as you have to ask yourself why you would want to purchase a daily newspaper when you could simply get the news for free and faster online.

With the recent death of Michael Jackson though (this is the one and only time you'll hear about his death on here), something became evident even within the realm of online news. In terms of being used as an aggregator of news stories, Twitter is the next big thing in news. That's not fair actually. It already is the best option for news today, as you can collect news from around the world about all subjects all in one place at incredible speeds by following a few select users.

For example, the Michael Jackson deal. Here's the timeline for how the news spread in my office, starting with 0 minutes as when I found out and moving from there:

0 minutes: See a post on Twitter referencing a report from TMZ that MJ died. I announce to surrounding co-workers "crazy, Michael Jackson evidently died from a heart attack."

10 minutes: Coworker comes from office "Did you guys hear? Michael Jackson had a heart attack!" I share that he died. Response is incredulous statement of "that's not what CNN.com says!"

13 minutes: Another coworker comes out, she heard from an HBO rep that they are being sent home because MJ died and paparazzi was swarming. Their offices are in Westwood which is where MJ was taken into the hospital.

25 minutes: Another coworker comes down to say that she heard he had just died.

37 minutes: Big boss from end of the hall comes down to announce that MJ had died.

That whole timeframe made me realize a few things: if the optimized form of news is via online (versus print), then the optimized form of gathering online news is via Twitter. It combines the best two ways to acquire news into one single form, as it properly pairs word of mouth with the instantaneous transfer of information the online realm allows. Why go to multiple sites to acquire news when you can follow the same news sites Twitter feeds and have it delivered to you. Twitter in a few ways is the real form of the way information is delivered in Warren Ellis' Transmetropolitan.

Clearly I've become some sort of Twitter fanboy, but I'm sold on this entirely. The power of Twitter at consolidating the day to day world is an extremely powerful thing, and I'm really looking forward to seeing what the next step is. Of course, when Twitter shuts down because of the massive amounts of increased traffic this type of thing causes, that makes me realize they need more capacity. Let's work on that, mmmk Twitter?

The Invention of Lying




Some believe Ricky Gervais is a comedic genius. As someone that never actually watched the original British version of the Office, I can't really say one way or another, but I do know I've liked everything I've seen him in, especially his old HBO show Extras. No less, nothing has bowled me over to make me regard him in such a way that I look at him as others do. However, his new film project titled the Invention of Lying really has me hooked.

Co-directed, cowrote, and starring Gervais, this film about a world where no one lies and the first man to pioneer the concept has a remarkably clever concept and a top notch cast (besides Gervais, it includes Jennifer Garner, Tina Fey, Louis C.K, Jonah Hill, Jason Bateman, Jeffrey Tambor, Patrick Stewart, Martin Starr, and Rob Lowe - freaking awesome). The trailer has a Stranger than Fiction vibe to it (which to me is a great thing), and I have to admit I'm really looking forward to it. I hope that it ends up being as good as it has the potential to be. We'll find out September 25th.

Sequestered in Anchorage



Once again, we actually get a very good band coming up to Alaska thanks to the Moose's Tooth/Bear Tooth connection. This time we have the Hold Steady coming up to play at Bear Tooth on September 17th, which is sure to be a great show as they are considered one of the best live rock bands these days, and they are pretty freaking spectacular recorded as well. Sadly, this comes in at the same time as Portland's Musicfest NW (featuring Girl Talk, Explosions in the Sky, Portugal. the Man, Sunny Day Real Estate, and more), which means I'll have a decision to make.

It'll probably be staying here to see the Hold Steady, assuming they don't cancel.

Please don't cancel!

Best sports/rap remix ever




I have nothing to add to this, besides the fact that it has to be one of the best YouTube videos I've ever seen. You'll love it if you're a sports fan, as DJ Steve Porter combines some of the best moments in sports interviews over the past few years into a rap song (with auto-tune!) complete with a remixed video. Genius. Must see.

Building my core


This woman's six pack has six more pack than I will ever have


I've had a fabled legacy of rapid weight loss and rapid weight gain. Evidently I love oscillating between overweight and underweight, as I continue to do it (quick demo: May 2006 - 272 pounds, December 2006 - 185 pounds, June 2009 - 218 pounds, September 2009 - 200 pounds) all the time, mostly because of an equal distaste for being overweight and an incredible love of food. Right now I'm at my highest weight in a little under three years, so I'm really focusing on getting that back under control with a little help from my friend Joanne. Together we've established goals and this week we started working out to get to that goal.

Part of our routine is that we are alternating days controlling the workout, with one person dicatating precisely what we will be doing on any given day. Essentially what this means is one person will effectively torture the other person, and we will alternate who that person is on a day to day basis. There is really no way this is going to end well, as I sort of see it escalating for months and someone ending up in tears (or with a severe adversity to exercising).

Given that I'm a far superior runner, I of course laid an opening salvo on Monday of chest exercises and then lots and lots of running, in which I stated the rules: start at a decent speed for 2 minutes to warm up, and from there you must increase your speed three times every two minutes, and then you can slow down after the last interval is up. Repeat for 25 minutes. Predictably, my running routine dominated Joanne and I felt victorious. Or at least I would have if it weren't the first time I had worked out in two months and I sort of felt like dying. Perhaps that is what victory feels like? I'm unsure, but I digress.

Given such a stunning opener, I figured Joanne would have laid down in defeat, stating a need to "go to the chiropractor" or some sort of excuse of that sort. However, I evidently underestimated her tenacity or spitefulness, as yesterday she reigned holy hell upon my body.

Here's a hint: when someone asks you if you've ever done core exercises before, respond to them with the following statement - "no, and I do not want to."

Core is evidently exercise lingo for "body death," as while I was doing a series of exercises that involved treacherously balancing on an upside down ball (with flattened bottom to stand on) while doing different weighted motions, I slowly but surely realized I was hurting in a lot of places. At points, I would ask Joanne "why does (insert body part here) hurt?" and she would respond with "because you're exercising that." Core exercising is the ninja of the fitness world - it hurts you without you even being aware of it.

To top that off, I woke up this morning and realized that my abs, hamstrings, shoulders, and triceps hurt. How many different things can you think of that hurt all of those simultaneously? Soccer...car wrecks...sky diving injuries. That's about it. Add core excerises to that.

Excuse me though. I need to go, as I have to ice my entire body.



Those days....

Milking the milk (i wasnt actually smilling coz its so jelly!!!

Garlic Bread and pumpkin soup..
Garlic bread...
Look at the skateboard johnathon gave us it we painted it!!!
Look at my "sexy" leg!
Baking hmm.. baking wat???

Baking Doughs!
The two young passengers..
The Crazy times!!!
The time when Mona always go out with us...


The time when my brother work in FUNKYS!!!
When my sister was more fun then now...


But You Never Knew

One day,
I saw you rite across me...
And the teacher was teaching,
a lesson of art.....
So i draw a picture of you ooh.....
But it will never match your beutiful face....
But you never knew....
So another day i loved you so much...
But you never knew....
The next day i will never change,
I will love you forever...
But you still never knew...
(Chorus)
As the seconds,minute,hours,days,
months gone by,a year has gone past,,,,,
(Chorus)
So the new year,
You sat next to me...
And i saw you,
starring at me.....
With your beutiful, shiny blue eyes
You look just like a preacious
Little fairy that fills my big big heart
with joyfulness, happiness, and all that i want
verse 3
And one day it was time to say goodbye...
so i left a note....
Before i go...
When i went i waited
For an awnswer hopping you
won't get upset

So i waited another second,minute,day,week...
So i checked my email
and i bursted out in joyful tears
So that was my best day of my life.....
Artist:Cherry
PS:for max


Cloud Atlas



#7 - Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell

This has to be one of the most difficult books to review ever. It's pretty bizarre and is really six stories tied into one (a historical record of a man traveling home from Australia by ship, a seedy story told in letter form of a musician greedily becoming the apprentice to a master, a mystery set in 1970's California about a reporter and a morally depraved fortune 500 company, a psychological comedy about an aging book editor set in the future, a dystopian future in the vein of Blade Runner about a clone that becomes sentient, and a post-apocalyptic study of a primitive future), with each story existing in different times, being massively different genres, and incorporating incredibly disparate writing styles. Really, it's like six entirely different books weaved together by a common theme and one curious birth mark.

Honestly though, while the storylines are all very interesting and the theme becomes clearer and clearer throughout (essentially that if people cannot survive each other, how is the world supposed to survive - or as Mitchell says at the end in response to a characters father saying that his son's life is nothing but a drop in a limitless ocean, "yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?"), it really is the language Mitchell uses that makes this book so special. The way Mitchell segues from era to era and adopts the syntax of that time, the way he genre jumps so effortlessly, it's just an unbelievable feat. There would be times I would be reading and immediately want to share even the most simple lines with people around me.

Example: "To the simple man, potato peels are haute cuisine."

That line is freaking fantastic. It is said by an editor referencing his acquisition of some trashy novels while stuck in a retirement home. The book is just full of gems like this, and they are what drives the book onwards.

The stories are written so the first half of the first five stories are told, with the sixth story told to completion, and then the latter half ot the first five stories, and the structure is as superb as the lingo. It's told in a way to keep driving you forward, as you not only want to get further in the current section of the story, but you want to get to the next half of the story you were just on. It is occasionally maddening though, because you'll get to the end of a section and become quite annoyed at the fact the book is temporarily robbing you of the completion of the story.

Really, I've tried to explain it a number of times before, but it really is an impossible book to sell. I can just say that it was one of the most unique books I've ever read, and linguistically speaking it has to be the best book I've ever come across. While it was hard to get this book finished (3 months!!!), it was worth all of the work I put in.

Check it out if you have the chance, regardless of my abstract and less than fantastic review.

Cloud Atlas: A-

Amy Brenneman's elegant hairstyle

Amy Brenneman's elegant hairstyle

Amy Brenneman's elegant hairstyle

Top Albums of 2009 (So far...)

One of the themes that I revisit most often is music, and one of the most consistent methods of introducing subject matters is via ranked lists based entirely off my opinion. Because of that, it should be unsurprising to readers of this blog that half way through the year I'm going to release a mid-year "best albums of 2009" list. I really just cannot resist the temptations.

So without further ado, here are my favorite albums of 2009 so far, one for each month so far and with the top dog getting special treatment, predictably. Also, if interested in purchasing any of these albums, all of the band names/album titles link to where you can purchase them on Amazon.

1) The Thermals - Now We Can See

I've written up my review on this album already (see that here), so in lieu of being redundant in restating why I love this driving yet thoughtful, poppy but lyrical, and altogether fun album, I figured I would do something out. Instead, I will subject you to my first interview for my blog, as I did an email interview with the Thermals lead singer Hutch Harris. Thanks to Hutch for doing this, and man, I'm kind of awkward with questions.

1. When compared to your other albums, you could say Now We Can See has a much cleaner sound in terms of production and instruments. Was this just the natural progression of your sound, or was it a deliberate change for this album in particular?

1a. Each record we make is cleaner/more produced than the previous one. This is indeed a conscious decision, although you could also say its also a natural progression.

2. A lot of interpretations of Now We Can See perceive the album
as being focused primarily on death. Personally, I take it as what a person learns from death and how to proceed from there, as if it’s The Thermals Guide to Better Living (I’d read that magazine). With that said, what were your intentions with this album?


2a. The intention is usually the same. To make a smart, interesting record that's also a lot of fun. This record focuses on life from the point of view of the dead. I'd say its The Thermals Guide to Better Dying.

3. Since you’ve come together, you’ve released albums on two very influential indie labels, but you still maintain a pretty DIY feel. With a pretty major web following, stellar live shows, and experience producing your own albums, I feel like you would be an ideal candidate to release an album in a similar way to how Radiohead released In Rainbows. Is that a direction you could see yourself heading in?

3a. I would maybe release some material for free on the web, and though I appreciated what Radiohead did with In Rainbows, I don't totally agree with the business model. I dont think the customer should ever decide what the cost of goods should be. I like making a product, pricing it, then it's up to the consumer whether they want to buy or steal it.

4. As I said before, your live shows are an incredibly good time, and it definitely helps that you and Kathy seem to genuinely enjoy live performances. What do you think the key to a great performance is for you?

For that matter, what’s the best show you’ve been to?


4a. For kathy and I, there's no faking it. If we are genuinely excited to be playing a show, we perform as such. Audience reaction is always key for us as well. The more people respond, the better show we put on.

One of the best shows I ever saw was Fugazi, Shellac and Blonde Redhead in Chicago, 1998.

5. If you could play a show with any three other bands, whether they are still together or not (or even alive), who would they be and why?

5a. Probably Weezer, Green Day, and the Breeders. Because I love those bands and they all have double e's in their names.

6. Is there a better post show snack on the planet than Voodoo Donuts?

Love Voodoo Donuts! But never post show. I crave salt after we play, not sugar.

7. When are you coming to Alaska?

Uh, someday... we've tried to in the past but it fell through. Really hope to one day!

2) Beirut - March of the Zapotec/Realpeople Holland

Alright, so technically speaking this is not an album. It is a double EP, but that isn't a big deal to me. Beirut is my favorite artist right now, and this double EP provides variations on the same formula that makes me appreciate Zach Condon and his unique musical stylings a little more.

The strangest thing about this album is the instrumentation has altered almost completely, leaving the Eastern European influenced Gulag Orkestar and the Romania by way of Nice flair of the Flying Club Cup behind but not forgotten, as it is still Condon's sound but explored through new prisms - namely funereal sounding instrumentation from the heart of Mexico and the new to you (but not to Condon) electronic side of his soul. Still captured are the wobbly and delightful vocals and the stunning melodies throughout, but it is as if Condon is preparing us for a move in the direction of the darker sides of his music, as this collection is less light than previous releases.

You could make the argument that this album is where it is at on my list because of my complete and utter obsession with Beirut lately, but I object: perhaps my obsession with Beirut is because he makes really freaking awesome albums.

Which this is, even if it is darker and different.

See my original review here.



3) Phoenix - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix

Pop music is dead. Long live pop music.

I lead with that for one reason: popular music in my mind is at its lowest point, with very few radio hits capturing my ear lately (I'd admit it too - I've admitted on this blog an affinity for the occasional Avril Lavigne and Kelly Clarkson track). However, the genre of pop music that quite often has little to do with what is actually popular is quite alive indeed, as Phoenix is still out there making poppy gems like this album.

This album is light, spry, and toe tappingly delightful. It's as if the members of Phoenix took it upon themself to make radio ready hits that are full of layers of vocal splendor and the jigsaw puzzle piece instrumentation that fits together oh so well, just to prove that you can make pop music that doesn't have to be cookie cutter and something that you've heard over and over. For that reason, I feel as if you owe it to the world to click that link above and buy this album. Honestly. Buy this album.

See my original review here.

4) Passion Pit - Manners

Within minutes of starting up this album for the first time, I texted my friend Erik (who had raved about this well before I listened to it) with this: "It's like Passion Pit made this album just for me! Why did you not tell me this?!" I generally don't respond to music with the immediate reaction to chastise friends and rave about it from the rooftops, but this album made me do just that.

Combine these parts and you have Passion Pit's Manners: pulsing synth, catchy androgynous vocals (along with perfect background vocals), soaring choruses, and the need to perpetually tap your toes. Within one listen (!) I was singing along to the choruses. I didn't even know I could rememeber vocals that quickly! It perplexes me (I'm even having problems not singing along as I just sit here typing this, my coffee shop neighbors would probably judge me so I do not).

Combine that with what may be the best opening four tracks of the year ("Little Secrets" is my favorite, but they are all fantastic) and you have another pop gem, although this one with a much more niche audience than the one Phoenix provides. If the world was a bit more adventurous, you would hear this group on the radio over whoever the current flavor of the week.

Check out some tracks here, namely "the Reeling" and "Moth's Wings" (and for good measure, Erik's favorite track "Sleepyhead).

5) Animal Collective - Merriweather Post Pavilion

This is another one I do not want to beat into the ground, as this album came out with so much hype and so much press that it was virtually inescapable for the month of January. Originally, when it came out, I was listening to it near constantly and couldn't get enough of it. Eventually I tired a bit on the latter half of the album, but still quite like it. It's still one of the most brilliantly textured albums I've ever heard, with layer upon layer creating brilliant tracks. I've just ended up not liking it as much as I originally had thought I did.

But it does have a freaking awesome first four tracks: "In the Flowers," "My Girls," and "Summertime Clothes" are three of probably my favorite twenty tracks of the year so far. But three tracks do not make an album.

See my (in hindsight, overly complimentary) review here.

6) The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - The Pains of Being Pure at Heart

The last spot on this list was a tough choice, as I've quite enjoyed a lot of albums this year. So with regards to Antony and the Johnson's the Crying Light, Lily Allen's It's Not Me, It's You, White Rabbit's It's Frightening, and Grizzly Bear's Veckatimest, I present my sixth and unlikeliest favorite album of the year: the Pains of Being Pure at Heart's self titled debut.

The weirdest thing is, this album didn't even hook me until last week. I was at work and I was having a weird day, and one random track came on and completely hooked me with its gothic 80's pop feel. I looked at who it was, and I was shocked. I have to admit, after a quick listen and seeing what Pitchfork said about them (they used my least favorite musical catchphrase in their review - lo-fi!!!), I judged this group perhaps a bit hastily. I thought I saw Pitchfork's new Black Kids (circa EP, not album) and distanced myself quite quickly indeed.

On further listens though, I find myself to be enamored with the dreamy vocals, simplistic yet fitting instrumentation, and the contradictory gothic lightness to the album. It's like I'm listening to a lo-fi Echo and the Bunnymen track with 20 years of musical influence added in (which may or may not be the single weirdest compliment I've ever written). Nothing about this album really leaps out and grabs me right off the bat, but there is a lot to love here if you really give it a listen.

Check them out for yourself here.

The Weekend Edition

Father's Day weekend always tends to lead towards a grand adventure of some sort. Last year we went with halibut fishing in Nikikski, this year it was a motorhoming adventure to Seward with hiking to glaciers, crazy dogs, and lots of rain. But more than anything else, it was an awesome time. What else went down?

  • Having my best round of disc golf this summer at Westchester
  • Year One with Joanne (mediocre, overly long with some random big laughs - go see the Hangover instead
  • A long, delicious time spent at Bear Tooth with Joanne, Colver, Lorna, Megan and Travis
  • Motorhoming to Seward!
  • Hiking in and around Exit Glacier
  • Seward dive bars and coffee shops with my dad
  • Camping at Miller's Landing with family
  • Tons of frisbee action, with some crazy dogs involved
  • Campfire, beer and laughs - Formula for a great time
  • Reading pretty much the entirety of the New X-Men Omnibus by Grant Morrison (just ridiculously awesome)
  • Chilling at Kaladi's
  • Getting all caught up on the Office (end of the worst season yet, but still decent)
Not a whole left for this post, but I did want to wish my dad a Happy Father's Day! We had a great weekend with the family, and I really want him to know how much I appreciate everything he does for me. I'm pretty sure he knows that, but hey, now it's in writing! Can't hide it now!

Happy Father's Day!

Amy Adam's long sexy hairstyle

Amy Adam's long sexy hairstyle

Amy Adam's long sexy hairstyle

Leighton Meester in bikini


Leighton Meester in bikini

The Rise and Fall of Tarsem Singh



Anyone who has seen film director Tarsem's the Cell (that forgettable psychological thriller that stars Jennifer Lopez) knows the guy makes dynamic looking visuals look easy. Since he released that film however, he had pretty much disappeared and I had forgotten about the guy until about a year ago, when I started reading about a movie of his that he was finding it impossible to release. Although it was made in 2006, the Fall couldn't find a distributor until it was finally backed by two awesome directors: Spike Jonze and David Fincher.

After they got involved, it had a short theatrical release in 2008 and made next to nothing but started drawing some adoring fans, such as Roger Ebert and seemingly the entirety of music website Absolute Punk (a place with a fantastic Entertainment forum with tons of great users). It was released on DVD in early 2009, and after renting it twice before and never watching it, I finally picked it up on Blu Ray and watched it.

I'm going to skip the obvious part of the film to talk about first (the visuals) and go straight to the actual meat of the film. From what I read, a lot of critics and people out there found the movie to be a beautiful bore, to paraphrase. That the story itself was subpar in comparison to the visuals, and that it was all style and no substance. I could see how they would think that, as really, the entire plot is effectively a little girl giving a man a reason to live again, and that is a pretty thin plot (but expanded greatly by using the fictional world Roy Walker - brilliantly played by Lee Pace - creates for little Alexandria - played by newcomer Catinca Untaru). With that said, ultimately the entire movie rests on how you take in their relationship.

To me, you'd have to be a new level of cold not to be roped in by their chemistry, which (aided by Tarsem and Pace's decision to pretend that Pace is actually paralyzed like his character and to never introduce Untaru to Pace but only to Roy) is as intense and natural as you can get on the screen. Casting Untaru and essentially giving her a framework of what is going on and then just letting her react naturally to everything works out incredibly well, and Pace's natural charm works perfectly to keep the movie going and giving it a truly organic feel. The emotion between the characters in the climactic scenes is tangible, and really pulls the whole movie together to be something more.

It'd likely be a very good movie even with average visuals. What Tarsem creates on the screen has to be considered some of the greatest visuals ever conceived for film. The fact that Tarsem did it over four years in 20 different countries and without the aid of CGI makes it completely unreal. Some sequences are so jaw droppingly beautiful, both in terms of the visuals and the musical cues used, that you may have to repeat them just to figure out exactly what happened in the scene. That's how you know the visuals are good - you're so enraptured by what you're seeing you can hardly interpret what you are hearing.

This movie, with the possible exception of Planet Earth, is effectively the reason why Blu Ray was created. To not watch this on Blu Ray is to cheat yourself out of the full experience. For once in my life, I am going to use awesome to describe something and actually use it correctly. This movie is awesome, in the sense that it inspires awe in you as a viewer. I'm very thankful Tarsem spent four years of his life on this, and I think it was time well spent. I highly, highly recommend seeing this film.

If you don't believe me yet, go here to check out the opening title sequence. It is a black and white stunner set to Beethoven's Symphony No. 7 in A Major. Gorgeous. Thanks to the Art of the Title for posting that.

Dolla bills, ya'll

While one of the VP's at my company is out, it's my responsibility to get coffee for the man in the corner office (aka the VP/GM of my department). It's kind of different, but I feel I missed out on my opportunity as an intern to be the coffee gofer, so it's kind of rad in its own right. Plus, there is the added bonus of being able to get whatever I want on the company dime. That only works so well, as the coffee shop the boss of bosses gets his mega breves from makes terrible coffee (but I am knee deep in bagels, boyeeee!).

No less, after nearly two weeks of going to this shop I've started to realize that I may go to a far classier joint with much more respectable clientele. The shop I go to has incredibly efficient baristas who make intensely delicious coffee for great prices, plus they get to know all of their customers. They're the classy joint on the block, and I'm an unabashed fan.

Then there is the place I get the drinks for the man in the corner. The place where on Friday's the baristas have to dress up in themed outfits (alright, maybe the bagels aren't the only good part) and their patrons seemingly do not go for a cup of joe, if you know what I'm saying. Typically, I'd be perfectly fine with it. Sketchy old dudes want to be sketchy old dudes. That's cool! I'll be there some day (let's file that one under S, for sad but true). But still, when you race in front of me and then sit and talk to the barista for 15 minutes about how manly you are (or whatever it is you're talking about) without even buying coffee, and then dropping a hefty tip (evidently a fistful of dollars is not just a Clint Eastwood movie), you are going to draw my ire.

I'm pretty sure these are the guys who aren't allowed to go to strip clubs, so they take the closest approximation they can get and drop singles on them out of sheer confusion. Or they are just sleazy. It's really hard to tell sometimes. All I know is they have it right - that coffee is terrible. I wouldn't buy any either.

FInally its only about me!!

ya..m y aunty and me..
im garfield!!
Say cheese not about only me anymore..=]
hmm i dont know dont ask me...
ohhhhhhhhhh!!! i jut drop a leaf hahahahahahahah
Hey wasnt it suppose to be about me??
The only normal picture....
Yup thats me!
Feeling bored...
when i was a baby everything seems blury..
Any Picture of me is also cool!
OOO.... I'm a ghost....
Aww another pretty gorgeos smile
Isn't that smile gorgeos...
Thats my normal face!hhahahaha

YES U GOT IT MY AUNTY AGAIN!!!


Let me introduce her to all of u coz i've be talking about her quite often and she is rite next to me saying her quote "oh shitt..." sorri but she does say that all the time!!! Well yes her name is
Lime Yvvone i mean lim well she is crazy as lime sometimes but she is much much much more bigger than a lime!!!!! hahahahaahha i had to think fast for that one jusmp of the bed coz or else she will go crazy like lime i mean SOUR!!!>>>ASAM!!!! well yes and she is 27 years old,she is married and she just got pregnant!!!, she is actually my mothers, sister inlaw lol well ya and my uncle calls her YVVONE ROUND ROUND!!!!!haha
hahahhhahahahahahhahahahahahha
well she is like CHERRRRRYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!
I'm basically telling you everything!!
Well ok ok thats enough thats enough beter stop or else she wil be the SOUREST LIME ON EARTH!!!!
byebye!! g2g or else i will be dead meat!
Sorri max this blog has become MY AUNTY AN ME!!!!
jokes jokes well maybe...
Well everyone i tihnk ur wish has come tru this is my aunty...


Pasar Malam hmm....

I know wat ur thinking that might be intresting....
Well another night! with one of the common people in the story my aunty again!......
Well yes My Aunty AGAIN!! well i wanted to put this as my title but no or else people
will think dat oh no not another stupid story!!!
Well ok lets get to the story first we remembered oh yeah today is Thursday we have Pasar Malam!! so we went there to eat our dinner and we had Char Keoy Teow! Yummy!
My Aunty was full! so quickly but i ate just nice! After that my aunt as "happyly" "shall we?" i sed "yes"So we went on the way there was my favourite dessert standing there waiting for me..
Mango ice..almost like snow for those people in aussie who dont know wats dat like Snow ice...
Well yes then we walked home while i eat my Mango Ice...
Like about 19 meters away my aunty sed "STOP!!!! where are the keys?"i'm like oh no not another fairytale again!!!!......
Well we checked in our pockets in plastic bag nope there isnt any "keys"!!!!
So we had to complete the story by walking back looking for da Keys!! so we went back to the Char Koey Teow store and looked under the table on the table nope...
My """Aunty""" asked the lady where is the keys she said on the table with the chopsticks...
and like nope its not there the other one im like -.-' there it is ...-.-so yes we found and we exauhstedly walk back again to the house!!!!!
The second nite hmm... i wonder wats gonna happened tomorrow!!!???!!!

DIM SIM FOR DINNER!!!!


well yes we had Dim Sim for dinner! wow thats amazing!First time lol well u can believe it or not!
well people who believe thank you but people who dont believe here i can prove it!
Here is the EVIDANCE!!!
Obviously! u can see the Dim Sum and i'm eating IN MY PJ'S!!!!!!
Still look look look carefully!!!!The Background is AT NIGHT!!!NIGHT!NIGHT!

Ok well yes i even brought my uncles mac wich has a maxis boradband so awsome!
And we got this picture with our photo booth in the mac! Thats why i was laughing coz everyone was looking!
Well after that when we were leaving my aunty ask me whether i want some cold water coz
there was still some i sed sure i was holding the mac so my aunty like litally foce!!!!!! the water in to my NOSE!! well that bad jokes jokes in to my MOUTH!!! and im like mhmmhsptopmmgmg and she stop and i like litrally spet out all the water in my mouth to the
table and the waiter i saw we was like laughing hahahahahahaha! and we went to the car i saw 3!!! waiter went and clean up!!!!!!
Hah... wat a night!

Beer League


Pretty much our teams uniform, minus the ridiculous yellow pants


I've played baseball pretty much my entire life. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but not only have I always played it, but I also have always been good at it. It just came natural to me, especially pitching and fielding. Later on, after my arm started hurting too bad to pitch anymore, I suddenly learned how to hit and developed big power to go with my slick fielding. I think for those reasons (you know, that I was good), it ended up being my favorite sport growing up.

However, after only intermittently playing softball over the previous 8 years with no baseball attached to it, my skills have regressed greatly, and its been reflected quite a bit this year in the beer league softball team I play on. My buddy Jason recruited me onto it, and while we're 5-2 (we just beat the last undefeated team in our league tonight! yes!) I've been pretty abysmal. I rarely play in the field, I keep popping out, and I have the yips so bad while throwing, you would think someone stretched out Yankees era Chuck Knoblauch and threw him out into the field. I'm a complete wreck.

The weird thing is, I'm convinced the reason why I can't hit and just generally don't play as well anymore is because I just don't care as much anymore. When I was younger, I was well known for yelling at teammates, for getting extremely riled up, and frankly, kind of being a pain to be around while playing baseball. But I kept my intensity up, and that helped me become a better player. Now? I'm mellow, I rarely get excited, and I don't think I've said a negative word to anyone at all. That's got to be it. I just need to start getting in people's faces and being a total ass, and then my skills will return.

Never mind. I actually figured out hitting tonight - it turns out when you are hitting, not only is it important to have a good swing on the ball, but it is also important to swing at good pitches. What a novel idea! This entire season I've been psyching myself out because of the new "start the count at one ball and one strike" rule (it is to speed up games) and swinging at bad pitches for fear of never getting a good one. That's led to a flurry of terrible swings on the ball. However, in my last at bat tonight I took the first pitch (very high) and swung at the second one which was at a lower point while crossing the plate. I drove it deep and it was caught, but it was a great swing on the ball with a lot of power.

I've figured it out!

Don't swing at bad pitches!

Wow. It took me 7 games to figure that out. Twelve year old me would be terribly embarassed of 25 year old me, that's for sure. I guess my theory of needing to be mean may have been a little less sound than I originally imagined.

Hopefully this turns around my season, and I'll keep everyone up to date. I'm really enjoying the season at the very least, but I hate being perceived as the bad player. I'm really good. I swear.