Still Watching

I’m watching more of Grey’s Anatomy. I downloaded the second season, and I got started on it last night. I think watching Grey’s Anatomy is kind of like emo kids cutting themselves. The pain from watching this show takes my mind off of the real pain. There was an appropriate quote in the first season which was “Why do I keep hitting myself with this hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.”

Something New

It’s my day off (one of several) and I don’t really have anything to do. I felt pretty good today considering I drank like a fish last night and I didn’t really eat anything all day. So I finished up my daily hour’s worth of paperwork at the coffee shop and decided I was going to try something new today. I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and felt like I could take on the world. So I decided I was going to drink all day long by myself and see how it turns out. I started at around 3:30 at Dos Reales with a 26 ounce margarita, and picked up a thirty pack of Miller High Life after that. I’m just now starting on the first High Life, but I like the way this is going so far. If this turns out well (which I suspect it will) I’m thinking I might start working less to give myself more time to pursue this passion. I think I might even do a little laundry, because laundry and alcoholism go together like peanut butter and jelly.

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Douchebag

A punk, a rabbi, and a republican walk into a bar…  They seat themselves as far away from one another as possible…  The bartender asks the punk for his order, “One shot of whiskey”  The bartender smiles and says. “One shot of whiskey coming right up”  As the bartender walks back to the bar, the rabbi begins to chant a prayer.The punk rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath. “Shut up old man” The bartender says “You can’t speak to my customers that way” The punk downs his whiskey and says, “Sorry but the rabbi’s a fuckin’ douche bag” The republican says to the bartender, “Get that asshole outta here!” The punk hears this and says, “I may be an asshole but at least I’m not a douche bag” The bartender turns to the republican and tells him “You’re the asshole” Then the bartender and the punk beat the shit out of the republican. Then they kick the republican out of the bar. The Rabbi then asks, why did you kick that man out of the bar?  The punk replies “cuz he’s a republican you fuckin’ douche bag!”  The bartender slams a bottle to the bar and says ”I told you that you must respect my customers.”  The punk replies, “I do respect your customers… I’m just saying the rabbi was a douchebag”  “Ok you’re out of here” says the bartender as he kicks the punk.  The bartender apologizes to the rabbi and says “Let me get you a drink on the house. What’ll you have?”

“The rabbi replies ‘well, I’ll have a vinegar and water’”

The City

The City

I spent the weekend up in Chicago with some old friends. It was nice to get out of CU for a little bit. The city is amazing. They have buildings that are so tall people don’t even take the stairs. They have metal boxes that take you up to the top. They have enormous metal birds that fly people to other parts of the country, and people get around in horseless carriages. Chicago is very big. There must be thousands of people living there.

Random update

Not a whole lot has been going on lately. I’ve been feeling a lot less insane in the past week or two so that’s a pretty good thing. I got my wireless router set up after spending roughly forty five minutes on the phone with Linksys tech support. Setting it up would have taken me roughly four and a half minutes total, but I had to give all my information to a tech and wait on hold for roughly half an hour for another tech to tell me that the reason it wasn’t working was that one number in the IP address had been changed. Time well spent.

I think I might be going up to Chicago on Saturday to help my friend Harsh shoot a group of music producers talking about producing music or something like that. It will be good to get introduced to that type of work, plus I’m really looking forward to getting out of this town. I don’t think I’ve been outside the city limits since Summercamp, which was the last weekend of May. Quite a waste of the summer.

I’ve noticed that I’ve been getting a decent amount of views on one of my blog entries. It was the one with the photoshop of the lesbians in the parking lot. I put tags in kind of as a joke just because I knew that the tag “lesbians” would generate a lot of views. I don’t really have any interest in getting random people to read my blogs, but I thought it would be a cool experiment.

I worked today.

I guess that’s about it for now.

Grey’s Anatomy

I downloaded and started watching Grey’s Anatomy lately. After watching the first episode, I thought a fitting description would be “The Poor man’s House”. Then I realized a better description would be “The twenty-something wannabe hipster girl’s House”. It’s like they took the show House, cut the nuts off of it completely, and put Tegan and Sara songs over it. But for some reason I can’t stop watching. I guess Grey’s Anatomy is the methadone to my House heroin addiction. I need my fix goddammit, although I know I’m not gonna feel good about this later. October can’t come soon enough.

Dream entry

I’ve been having a lot of vivid dreams lately. I don’t really know why, but they have included recurring dreams that I had all throughout my childhood, and some dreams take place in certain settings of events that have taken place recently. I thought I would blog about the one I had last night.

I call my brother to see if he could get me a ticket to come out and visit him in L.A. He books me a flight (scheduled a few hours after the time I called him) and I decide that I’m going to go visit him and my other brother. Then I’m at the airport, and I’m just kind of hanging out, trying unsuccessfully to get a beer at the bar in the terminal, as time is running out for me to catch my flight. I don’t even make a real effort to catch the flight, rather, I just sit around thinking I can get put on another one. Eventually, time runs out, and I haven’t even tried to get on the plane. The dream changes to me trying to protect my oldest nephew against Michael Meyers, the murderer from the movie series Halloween. Michael is after my nephew specifically, and we put my nephew in a sealed off room in the gigantic house we are staying in. My job is to try and deter Michael from going anywhere near the room, so that he won’t discover the hiding place. I basically have to try and act as a decoy by getting his attention but also get away from him before he can kill me. The dream never got to the point where Michael shows up to the house, but I spent a lot of time waiting for him and being absolutely terrified at the prospect of him making it into the room and finding my defenseless nephew.

My other dreams usually have to do with traveling on the interstate, airplanes crashing, and going to a tall grain elevator in a small town in post-apocalyptic times. Weird shit.

Edit: I just remembered that I also dreamed that Obama died, and Hillary was going to run for president. I was conflicted about how I felt about this.

It seems to be raining shit lately

I was coming home today from work to take an hour break, and as I started to bike through the green light that I had been waiting for, all of a sudden it felt like the chain got caught and i completely wiped out on my bike. I was a little embarassed, and worried about my bike, but also worried about getting out of the intersection, so I grabbed my bike up and ran to the sidewalk. When I looked at my bike, the chain was completely gone. Apparently it had snapped off and it was still sitting in the middle of the intersection. I went and picked it up and carried my bike home. I’ll take it in to Bruce tomorrow probably, but that leaves me without a bike tonight which sucks. I can only imagine how hilarious it looked to the motorists who saw me wreck. I had only gone about five feet and then I completely wiped out for no apparent reason. I had to laugh a little bit to myself as I was walking home. Between this, the several flat tires I’ve gotten in the past month, my Ipod breaking, and the hard drive/ethernet port thing I talked about in my last post, I really have to wonder if God is fucking with me. I hope he’s getting a kick out of all this.

God damn storms.

Last night I was talking on the phone with a friend while my laptop was running and connected to the internet. It started to storm, so while talking to him I started to unplug everything connected to my laptop to avoid damage in the event of a power surge. I had unplugged the external hard drive and the battery charger, and I was contemplating disconnecting the ethernet, when all of a sudden there was a very loud, nearby crash of lightning. My laptop shut off. I was a little worried. I got my laptop up and running again, but the internet wasn’t working. I thought it might just be the internet connection itself, since there was a storm maybe the service was out. I tried it again today, and after getting the internet on my desktop and not my laptop, I realized that I probably did some damage. I spoke with Comcast Customer Service as well as Dell, and I got a link from the Dell chat tech for a new driver, although there is probably physical damage to my port, meaning I’m going to have to set up a wireless network at home if I want the internet on my laptop, since this is not covered in my warranty, and I would need to replace the motherboard to fix the problem. I guess that’s okay, really. It will be more convenient to be able to use both computers at the same time, as well as not having an ethernet cable sticking out the side of my laptop at all times. So it will work out in the long run.

Oh, another thing that really sucks is that my hard drive is dead now. I was a little distracted when I was unplugging stuff from my laptop, so instead of just unplugging my external hard drive from the wall, I unplugged it from the laptop, then forgot to unplug it from the wall. 500 goddam gigs down the drain. (I had used about 100 gigs, purely on music, movies, and tv series.)

The Incredible Hulk

I watched The Incredible Hulk last night. It was pretty good.  A lot more entertaining than the previous Hulk movie. At first I wondered how it was possible that Bruce Banner’s clothes ripped off, yet his pants stayed intact and stretched with his body. But then I thought, it would be pretty difficult to get a PG-13 rating with a monster sized green dick flopping around.  I’m glad someone thought of the kids.