And here's another conversation that adds character to the continuing topic...
Xtina: I told you that happy hour is at Wynkoop tomorrow, right?
Me: Yes.
You got a problem with that?
Wanna fight about it?
Xtina: I will take you down.
Just because I have not yet fully unleashed my wrath upon you does not make it impossible.
Me: It's pretty much impossible, unless I'm sleeping. At which time I'll flee the room screaming my head off.
For history on the ‘night terror’ topic, here's Pt. 1, and here’s Pt. 2. …Enjoy.
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Thursday, February 3, 2011
Roy G. Biv must have been on crack
So what’s the deal with Roy G. Biv? I get the whole red, orange, yellow, green, and blue thing (and sometimes violet). But indigo? Is that really necessary? I mean, last time I checked they are just a shade off from each other, unlike yellow and green, or orange and yellow (but arguably red and orange can be a shade off as well, but they’re not nearly naturally as close to one another as indigo and violet are).
And also, wtf is this ultraviolet business about? “Man, it’s so violet, it’s ULTRA violet!” Yeah, ok. WHATTHEHELLDOESTHATMEAN?! Couldn’t they have come up with something a little more unique than ‘ultra’violet? I don’t have any suggestions to replace ultraviolet, but I’m sure there were plenty of words not taken at the time they decided to coin it ‘ultra’.
And more also: Finally! It seems my FeedBurner woes are gone. Finally! Yes! Sweet! Wow, that was a pain, and how long has this site been up and running? I guess some things just take time to work out, or, if you stare at something long enough it will fix itself? Either way, I’m please (for the time being) with my FeedBurner service.
On the way:
-Say hello to Jasper
and
-My egg peeling skills (or lack thereof)
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And also, wtf is this ultraviolet business about? “Man, it’s so violet, it’s ULTRA violet!” Yeah, ok. WHATTHEHELLDOESTHATMEAN?! Couldn’t they have come up with something a little more unique than ‘ultra’violet? I don’t have any suggestions to replace ultraviolet, but I’m sure there were plenty of words not taken at the time they decided to coin it ‘ultra’.
And more also: Finally! It seems my FeedBurner woes are gone. Finally! Yes! Sweet! Wow, that was a pain, and how long has this site been up and running? I guess some things just take time to work out, or, if you stare at something long enough it will fix itself? Either way, I’m please (for the time being) with my FeedBurner service.
On the way:
-Say hello to Jasper
and
-My egg peeling skills (or lack thereof)
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011
In support of their Waltz on Friday: FaceMan
Originally posted a while ago (5/24/10):
As the music went on and the videos kept changing, it began to make sense… this wasn’t about the band members; Faceman is about the music, the show, and the experience.
FaceMan, I have to hand it to you – you did a great job. Your music was surprisingly good and your gimmick worked very well with the crowd. I definitely look forward to seeing you again.
I ended up at Pete’s Monkey Bar (formerly Dulcinea’s 100th Monkey) Saturday night for a few drinks and some live music. I love going to Pete’s, it’s a very comfortable place and I feel at home there – good people, good atmosphere, and good music. I was a little hesitant to go Saturday because Pete’s doesn’t usually post who is playing, and I like to do my research on the bands ahead of time to make sure I’m going to enjoy them. I ended up going anyway, and wow, what an experience.
FaceMan was playing that night. Who (or what) is Faceman? FaceMan is a band with a very interesting gimmick: the singer/lead guy comes walking through the front door after the music has started wearing a silver/grey suit with a contraption on his shoulders which fashions a box around his head that has vents on all sides and spinning lights on top (which he turns on and off throughout the show). Needless to say, I was surprised by what I saw, and honestly, I was a little apprehensive of what was going to follow.
And so the show went on, silver-box-with-spinning-lights-over-some-guy’s-head and all. They also had a special guest, a harmonica player called Medicine who added serious depth to the music – who should always play with Faceman from here on out. Oh, and there were two projector screens near the ceiling, and a silver robot looking thing centered in front (something like you would find on Mystery Science Theater 3000)… with a light that kept changing colors (what I thought to be an eye), and a mouth with fiery-orange teeth… fun right? It was.
You see, the projectors played snippets of video along with the music (think Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon and the Wizard of Oz, but with different videos). And although the music and video weren’t in perfect synchronization, it was still pretty damn cool. Every now and then the video would become two eyes, and that’s when you could see it: two eyes, a nose and a mouth of a giant something (see below).
As the music went on and the videos kept changing, it began to make sense… this wasn’t about the band members; Faceman is about the music, the show, and the experience.
FaceMan, I have to hand it to you – you did a great job. Your music was surprisingly good and your gimmick worked very well with the crowd. I definitely look forward to seeing you again.
And Pete – thanks again for another great night. You guys are awesome.
Pete's Monkey Bar: http://www.petesmonkeybar.com/
Pete's on Facebook: www.facebook.com/petesmonkeybar
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Chicken-sittin'
Over the holidays, I went with Xtina to her sister’s house for an evening. Her niece, rather young, thought it fun to tell us some jokes, which just so happen to be the same joke told over and over again, but in differing volume. My favorite happened to be a knock-knock joke. Here it is:
“Knock-knock.
Who’s there?
Chicken.
Chicken who?
CHICKEN SITTIN’ ON YOUR FACE!”
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“Knock-knock.
Who’s there?
Chicken.
Chicken who?
CHICKEN SITTIN’ ON YOUR FACE!”
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I once slalomed donkeys. Or maybe they were mules?
I couldn’t tell… but it sure was an interesting experience.
So I’m driving down a winding road in South Dakota one afternoon, and what do I find as I turn the bend? A few donkeys (or mules) just standing there in the road, hanging out. Of course, they weren’t on the side of the road; they were strewn across the road, standing there, looking at me as if I didn’t belong.
So what did I do? I slowly crept the car up to them. What did I see? The few donkeys turned into a herd of donkeys! And they weren’t moving.
So what did I do? I turned on the camera and made a video as I slalomed my car between and around them.
What happened next? Two donkeys came charging down the side of the road heading straight for my car! Fortunately they ran past and then stopped.
What happened then? As I moved slowly around and between them, one decided to bite my antenna. I quickly put that down.
What could possibly happen then? I pulled up to one, rather plump-looking, donkey as it was panting, consistently and heavily. As I came to a stop it squared up to the car and slowly walked over to the driver's side window. As I rolled the window down I heard the typical donkey sound as it panted, but at a very low volume.
What happened next? It stood, nose to side mirror, and kept standing. It then proceeded to rub its face on my side mirror. And then moved closer to the slightly-open window.
Of course I had my window open a little – I was talking to the donkey the entire time.
Of course it opened its mouth, tried to bite the window, and its teeth made contact with the top of the open window.
Of course I quickly drove away. Off down the road, finally turning the camera off, and in disbelief of the even that just occurred.
I still have the video. I like to watch it sometimes.
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So I’m driving down a winding road in South Dakota one afternoon, and what do I find as I turn the bend? A few donkeys (or mules) just standing there in the road, hanging out. Of course, they weren’t on the side of the road; they were strewn across the road, standing there, looking at me as if I didn’t belong.
So what did I do? I slowly crept the car up to them. What did I see? The few donkeys turned into a herd of donkeys! And they weren’t moving.
So what did I do? I turned on the camera and made a video as I slalomed my car between and around them.
What happened next? Two donkeys came charging down the side of the road heading straight for my car! Fortunately they ran past and then stopped.
What happened then? As I moved slowly around and between them, one decided to bite my antenna. I quickly put that down.
What could possibly happen then? I pulled up to one, rather plump-looking, donkey as it was panting, consistently and heavily. As I came to a stop it squared up to the car and slowly walked over to the driver's side window. As I rolled the window down I heard the typical donkey sound as it panted, but at a very low volume.
What happened next? It stood, nose to side mirror, and kept standing. It then proceeded to rub its face on my side mirror. And then moved closer to the slightly-open window.
Of course I had my window open a little – I was talking to the donkey the entire time.
Of course it opened its mouth, tried to bite the window, and its teeth made contact with the top of the open window.
Of course I quickly drove away. Off down the road, finally turning the camera off, and in disbelief of the even that just occurred.
I still have the video. I like to watch it sometimes.
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Lol’ing your way through life
I don’t ‘lol’. I more or less refuse. Primarily on the basis that it means, literally, that I’m laughing out loud. It also means, literally, that you’re laughing out loud when you type it as well. Are you aware of that?
I rarely laugh out loud, but if I do, chances are there’s someone I’m conversing with in real-life who is standing near me or on the phone with me and there was something that genuinely made me create a laughing sound from my mouth. Do some things seem funny enough to make me ‘lol’ and type it? Sure. Do they always? No. That’s just insane. Please read further.
I don’t type ‘lol’ because that would mean I’m laughing out loud, quite literally. Unlike probably 98% of the population, when I ‘lol’ I’m actually laughing. And you’re probably not laughing out loud when you type it. So stop. Please. No one laughs out loud after every seemingly funny text that comes across their eyes. Or email. Or instant message. It’s just not right to fake it that much. And it’s not right to go changing the meaning of ‘laughing out loud’ from “I’m actually laughing with some sound” to “I’m not making any sound, but my thought is that it’s funny.”
So stop.
Please.
Thank you.
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I rarely laugh out loud, but if I do, chances are there’s someone I’m conversing with in real-life who is standing near me or on the phone with me and there was something that genuinely made me create a laughing sound from my mouth. Do some things seem funny enough to make me ‘lol’ and type it? Sure. Do they always? No. That’s just insane. Please read further.
I don’t type ‘lol’ because that would mean I’m laughing out loud, quite literally. Unlike probably 98% of the population, when I ‘lol’ I’m actually laughing. And you’re probably not laughing out loud when you type it. So stop. Please. No one laughs out loud after every seemingly funny text that comes across their eyes. Or email. Or instant message. It’s just not right to fake it that much. And it’s not right to go changing the meaning of ‘laughing out loud’ from “I’m actually laughing with some sound” to “I’m not making any sound, but my thought is that it’s funny.”
So stop.
Please.
Thank you.
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Freaking out in the middle of the night… Pt. 2
So apparently the whole freaking out in the middle of the night isn’t so uncommon. Well, at least making sudden movements in the middle of sleep isn’t so uncommon. You know, the kind of movements that make you wake up and think “what the…”
I hear that Con Lee has woken up on at least one occasion to him punching the air. Straight up. While lying on his back. One fist, one punch. Fortunately he wasn’t lying on his side, resulting in a punch to Jennifer while she was sleeping. Or the air on the other side of the bed.
Now that I think of it, what if he DID hit her? Or I hit someone? What in the world would they be thinking? Who’s likely to be more freaked out – the person sleeping who wakes up freaking out and fighting back against the non-existent creepy girl standing in the corner or scary guy in goggles next to the bed, or the person sleeping away and waking up to someone punching them?
I wonder how that plays out…
Not that I’m interested in finding out.
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I hear that Con Lee has woken up on at least one occasion to him punching the air. Straight up. While lying on his back. One fist, one punch. Fortunately he wasn’t lying on his side, resulting in a punch to Jennifer while she was sleeping. Or the air on the other side of the bed.
Now that I think of it, what if he DID hit her? Or I hit someone? What in the world would they be thinking? Who’s likely to be more freaked out – the person sleeping who wakes up freaking out and fighting back against the non-existent creepy girl standing in the corner or scary guy in goggles next to the bed, or the person sleeping away and waking up to someone punching them?
I wonder how that plays out…
Not that I’m interested in finding out.
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