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Archive for March, 2009
March 19, 2009 @1:13 am
March 18, 2009 @1:08 pm
The Lost Film Rolls Vol. 6
I’m baaack. Well, at least the lost photographs are. I dug this roll up in my “crap drawer” in my kitchen.
Long Beach (1998)
My wife and I were together for less than six months, but already we had bought our first dog Atticus and moved to Los Angeles. We went there blindly, and rented an apartment in Long Beach sight unseen. Little did we know how painful a commute that would cause for us later.
At any rate, these shots of our late pup Atticus were such a pleasant surprise to find. He was so human, and I mean that in the least cliché way possible. I threw in a cityscape of the Long Beach area for good measure.
@8:00 am
Bad Word Pairs #031
“Toe Jam”
Dead skin cells, sock lint, skin oils, sweat and bacteria join forces to make one of the more repulsive by-products of the human body. It didn’t help that someone chose to call this concotion a “jam” (I’m guessing it has to do with the concept of a substance between two pieces of bread).
Similar to man boobs, toe jam can be a medical condition as well as simple poor hygiene. Athlete’s foot, for example, can trigger an excess of odor and toe jam.
Usually, though, it has more to do with dirt getting in between your toes, and having shoes with poor circulation (thus creating more sweat, and a moist environment to breed this witch’s brew of disgustingness).
**NOTE: If you have a fungal infection, by the way, PLEASE don’t go to the gym, shower barefoot, and then walk around the locker room without socks or sandals. That’s a gift that keeps on giving, and I’m speaking (unfortunately) from experience.**
March 14, 2009 @11:55 pm
Grace Says “Can I Be a Mommy, Too?”
Sorry for the lethargic blog of late. I am just enjoying my first couple weeks with our new daughter Rose, and soaking it all in. I’ll be back in action in a little while, but for now, Grace has other plans…
It took a little time, but she finally worked up the courage to hold her 5 day old sister on her lap (under the close supervision of mommy, of course). I have video, and maybe I will post it, but suffice to say, the hugs, kisses, and protection she gave to her little sister had us both welling up.
March 11, 2009 @3:53 pm
Like Fishing or Writing
@10:29 am
Grace Says “Hi, Rose.”
Yesterday, March 10, at 11:17am, my second daughter, Rose, was born. I think the best way to introduce her to you is through Grace’s eyes.
I will say that, at first, Grace was sad and confused. But then that sadness shifted to worry and concern for Rose’s well-being (she knew Rose from inside mommy’s tummy, and loved to hug and caress her there, so she will be a loving sister. This first encounter was just a little bittersweet for our former only-child).
@8:00 am
Bad Word Pairs #030
“Horny Toad”
Did you know that a Horny Toad is actually a lizard, and not a toad at all? That trivia fact aside, this word pair is still somewhat silly and unfortunate for the horned lizard itself, which is actually kind of a cool animal.
I’ve always sort of pictured the horny toad to be a cassanova type of creature, like the Dean Martin of the frog world. All the toadettes swoon as he undresses them with his eyes.
Wait, what? Sorry.
March 6, 2009 @6:43 pm
Paint the Black Hole Blacker
It’s not like St. Vincent’s previous album Marry Me lacked in the area of chillingly poison-sweet awesomeness, but if her latest single (released on Annie’s website this afternoon) is an indication of things to come, we are all in for some tasty treats.
This track is titled “The Strangers” and is somewhat of a magical romp through clouds both angelic and stormy, with a recurring line evoking the paradox of Annie Clark’s music. After hearing “paint the black hole blacker,” throughout the song, it’s hard to fathom the heavenly journey she is taking us through (note the Sistine Chapelesque choral bookends contrasted against the apocalyptic cavalry of fuzzed out guitars around the 2:30 mark).
Okay enough of my ramblings, just enjoy the song for St. Vincent’s sake. And get ready for May 5, when Actors is unveiled (or later this week in its low-quality glory, if the plight of Grizzly Bear is any indicator).
Listen to “The Strangers”
March 5, 2009 @10:52 pm
King Kong Bundy was Robbed.
<nostalgia>My uncle took me to this when I was a boy. I remember the battle royale, there were NFL guys in the ring with the wrestlers. Needless to say they got Harlem Globetrotted right out of there. The Dream Team were defeated as well, and Ozzy Osbourne made an appearance.
It wasn’t until it was over that I realized that I would not be seeing Hulk Hogan vs. King Kong Bundy. That was at the California event. Tragic.</nostalgia>
@10:23 pm
An Island in Iceland with Horses.
