Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Monday, June 26, 2006

the whirled cup

(make sure you click on the picture and take a good look)

this just in: soccer is BO-RING.

i'm sorry. i tried. i really did. for years i hated on soccer because i didn't understand it and, you know, i'm american. so today me and andrew watched two games, the first of which i slept through, because you know...sunday and stuff. but then we watched nederland (holland, apparently) versus portugal (spain west). you know what i figured out? soccer players are babies. ok, honestly, watching Netherlands vs. Portugal wasn't exactly fair, because there were a LOT of flags. but still, they are drama queens. here's my interpretation.

portugal guy: kick, run, run, kick.
holland guy: chase, chase.
portugal guy: kick, run, PASS.
other portugal guy: receive, run, kick, kick.
mosquito: stab! in the leg, suck blood.
other portugal guy: "OWch!" fall down. "Stretcher!!"
holland guy: "what'd i do?"
other portugal guy: roll around, grimmace. "My leg!!"
referee: yellow card!
holland guy: *&&#*^#$^
portugal guy: he's gone man, you can get up.
other portugal guy: "cool." run, kick, kick.

THEY. ARE. BABIES. little tiny girls with pigtails. i am still gonna try to watch it, because it WAS really exciting when they were about to score.

it is still hotter than three hells, and i worked 60 hours last week, so i'm gonna try not to die this week. pray for me. and for kristen. she just moved to PHOENIX and it's like, 114 degrees there. suck.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

sorry you guys

it's not that i don't have anything to say or that i'm tired of blogging, it's just that it's so damn hot here. i've been working in this infernal heat every day and i'm truly exhausted. i'll be back online soon.


Monday, June 12, 2006

A List...

I AM unsatisfied.
I WANT to start over.
I WISH married friends had single friend time.
I HATE heat.
I MISS the grunge era.
I FEAR unsuccessfulness.
I HEAR ben folds, kawasaki engines.
I WONDER if i'll ever lose 80 lbs.
I REGRET way too many things for a 28-year-old.
I AM NOT as angry as i seem.
I DANCE pretty well for a big white guy.
I SING worse than i did when i was in college, but still well.
I CRY quietly.
I MAKE too much sense for my own good.
I WRITE schizophrenically. no, seriously, i do.
I NEED a purpose.
I SHOULD read my bible.
I START enthusiastically.
I FINISH reluctantly.
I'M GLAD human life span is not 29 years.
(thanks, sara.)
i'm feeling top-5 ish, so...

Top 5 songs when you are down
1. Skin (Vigilantes of Love)
2. Raining in Baltimore (Counting Crows)
3. Fred Jones, pt. 2 (Ben Folds)
4. I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You (Colin Hay)
5. Fade Into You (Mazzy Star)

i may update this list later, but these are the ones for now. they just match the mood, you know? montage songs.

listen to turin brakes.


married friends ar dum. poop on thems.

so, if you haven't seen the movie CARS, drop all that you are doing and go see it now. it is absolutely awesome. splendiferous, even. the only thing i didn't like about the movie is rascal flatts trying to sing 'life is a highway.' they need to stick to their own crap.

me and sean are almost moved into our apartment. soon, there will be festivities, games and merriment. in a very small space. so, you know, come on over!

oh, and if you know of any jobs, let me know so that i can apply and get turned down for them.

thanks. o_O

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Tomohawk SLAP

for anybody who is not a baseball fan, this post will suck to you. so you may skip it if you desire.

the braves suck. there's no way around it. i'm about to tell you why the organization as a whole needs to rethink everything. first of all, this season is proving what i have believed for a long time, which is: bobby cox sucks as a manager. i'm sorry. i know we have won 14 straight division titles (whoopee, look at our division), but in 14 straight years of playoffs, how many world series have we won? one. un. ein. eis. uno. 1. we. are. the. buffalo. bills. of. baseball. and we are a laughing stock. everybody knows, as soon as we get into the playoffs, it's over for us. end of story. we are going to suffer some humiliating first round defeat. except, not this year. this year, we aren't going to the playoffs. know why? because bobby cox sucks. yes. but also because leo mazzoni left. see, leo, our masterful pitching coach from the last 15 years, was really the glue that held this team together. because of him and his leadership, we had perhaps the greatest core of pitchers, maybe ever assembled in major league baseball. maybe if we had let leo manage, we would have won some more world series'. but no, we are forced to suffer the ills of the bobby cox era.

point 2. (was there a 1?) whoever the crap it is that owns the braves now, they need to sell the team back to ted turner. ted, for the love of God, buy your team back and run it the way an owner should. aol doesn't know how to run a team! atlanta spirit doesn't know how to run a team! you know how to run a team! come back! please!! but don't bring jane with you. we hate her.

point 3. the 'Ted is cool and all, but there is WAY to freaking much advertising going on. people are so blinded by all the flashing signs, nobody cares about the game (probably because they are losing). we went to a game this past weekend, and i think i counted about 40-50 different advertisements. does anybody remember atlanta-fulton county stadium? home of the braves from around 1966 to 1995 or so? the place was a dump: dirty, smelly, you name it. and home to one of the worst records in baseball for about two decades. but then came 1991 and the majestic run from worst to first, and those cheating bastard twins who cheated like hell (kent hrbek) and played their asses off (puckett, gladden) and beat us in 7 beautiful games in the world series, themselves having completed a worst to first season. afc stadium was historic. a homerun-hitter's park, where we assembled the awesome might of glavine, smoltz, avery, and maddux, and turned it into a hitter's nightmare. time was, you walked into atlanta and your shirt didn't say braves, your ass was in trouble.

and then the olympics rolled around, and because the world was now looking directly at atlanta, they decided we needed a new, beautiful, shiny, FREAKING EXPENSIVE ballpark, and they turned afc stadium into a parking lot (which i walked through the other night and wanted to kiss the ground). so, they built the Ted. turner field. the braves had just won their only world series in '95 over the indians, and we stuck them in a new stadium, charged out the ass for ticket prices and that was it. and they wonder why they can't sell out of tickets for a game anymore. not even in the playoffs.

so that's it. the braves suck because they are being dragged down by a dinosaur, by a by-the-book coach, and a group of owners that don't know a baseball from a turnip, and because the beautiful people that bleed for this team can't afford to go anymore, much less go to watch them lose.

oh and bobby, about saturday night? you should have walked damion easley in the eigth, you moron.

Friday, June 9, 2006

I wish my lawn was emo

So that it would cut itself

Saturday, June 3, 2006


44,687 68,557 58,299 4

21,774 47,337 39,358 33

96,443 118,467 102,970 1

sigh...it's alright if you don't understand. it's an inside joke anyway.
some music for you

david bazan

david wilcox



unwed sailor


cloud cult


gnarls barkley

and of course, mazzy star

take care of each other.