CYBER PROOF

wabash on the brain

i love it when i actually bother to look at the title of a jazz standard that consistently gets stuck in my noggin. you know, so i don't have to try and sing it out in some whacked out "dee's" and "doot's", sayin' "yeah i think cannonball played it a few times". i guess i'm not that great with titles anywho, except for movie titles. i'm constantly realizing that all of the worthless knowledge/hearsay/gossip crap floatin' around in my head is mostly to do with films/movies i've never seen. what-the-fuck good does that do me? ahhhh, writing about it on here makes it even lamer some how. haha, just bloggin' dude. just bloggin' yer dog, dawg. sorry for hoggin' the globulous blog, bro.

HOW DOES THE BIBLE BESEECH SUCH?

nothing like a little door-to-door politricking with mom to start out the day. it's funny how i will whine and whine about doing such a thing and then once i get going i realize that i need to do more things that make me uncomfortable. "thank you alex for going outside of your comfort zone", awww gotta love 'er. countless things to love and appreciate currently, well and always. i'm just in a position which supplies me with an appreciative perspective. i am also at SRO and should SR-GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
love, alex

MY PHILOSOPHY

don't give a shit about philosophy classes. don't read before you go to sleep or when you get up early specifically to read...don't. just eat some golden grahams right out of the bag as you ponder metaphysics and epistemology on your own, so you don't have to be "that guy" in philosophy class. it's fine to speak up and participate in class, but seriously, no one cares about what bourgy family your boyfriend knows back at yale.
it's only an hour and 15 minute class, and then arthur bryant's shall happen with ethan and my 91 year old grandma. yesssss.

TECHNOLOGICALLY SPOILED

pretty sure 'technologically' isn't real, but then again
i'm a wastoid right now. oh- and i guess spell check says
otherwise! it came to me as i was realizing how
fucking impatient these internets and technologies have
made me. it's like i expect everything to be magically done
within 10 minutes. yikes. i forgot that some things take
'virtual' work and that it can be strangely enjoyable. i
scanned like 3 images late last night and just tinkered
for about an hour and a half, ending up with nothing worth
saving, but you know, figurin' shit out.

right now: magically get ready for class within 10 minutes
by hopping into my very own personal computer which
takes care of it all.

go to bread, fool

my poor body, i've not been too kind to it as of late. it makes me wonder how much better i would feel if i went about sustaining myself in a more direct fashion. maybe i should get with some sort of "program". eh, no way. i just need to accept that i can't afford the fancy feasts in life right now. just storm onward, filling the gaps with slices of bread and apples.

arrrgh. in other news, i was reminded tonight that next week i have to play in lawrence on tuesday and thursday for fun and maybe a small portion of gas money. hooray. oh and i was mistaken for a woman again today, gotta be the hair, right? i gotta start keepin' tabs.

i've been meaning to post a link to this on here. tips on forgetting life sucks

FAN OF FANS

i am officially a fan of fans in the fall. tossin' around a dusty breeze. i am also a fan of my night tonight. solitary red baron 4 cheese feast, coors (if it's not the wine-aid it's the rocky mountain water) newly acquired jazz records played atop an overall tame debate. i always forget that debates just end up being about who can get in the biggest one-liner, wasn't drunk enough. even though i totally back obama, he's still a politician and that always ends up disappointing me for whatever reason. pssh, whatever- don't really feel the need to get into all of that nonsense more than that little attempt at a rant.

my nephews are still toe-headed spazzwads. brayden climbs me like a malleable mountain, while bennet repeats "snake!" over and over. they're a blast, but i never know what kind of impressions i leave on them, but then again i never know what kind of impression i'm leaving anyone. and i know they're just lil' tykes. maybe it's just funny to think about someone else only associating you with tickle attacks, crazy faces and noogies.

it is frightening how real this song is.

I'm right here, in my fantasy world
Setting up all my toys
And making movies and songs
In my fantasy world
It's Friday night and Saturday morning
In my fantasy world
Sitting near piles of clothes and drinking a soda
With a slice of pizza, in my fantasy world
And some candy in my fantasy world
Watching videotapes and cable television
Making up characters, in my fantasy world
And they fight with each other
And they speak in funny accents
In my fantasy world
And we go out after, and get a cup
In my fantasy world
I laugh at my own jokes in my fantasy world
And wait for your dad to come home
In my fantasy world
In my fantasy world
I accidentally unplugged it in my fantasy world
And we gotta go back there,
where there's dust, behind the television
Somebody's playing with a doll in my fantasy world
In my fantasy, in my fantasy world
It's easy in my fantasy world
I am a special guy in my fantasy world

I'M BAAAAAAAAACK

so i've finally got the urge to post some bullshit on here again, mainly because i thought i'd post something i already wrote. just like me, all the benefit with none of the hassle. it's a movie review i wrote for SRO's website and it's a movie i think anyone who reads this would enjoy. oh yeah, forgot to mention the marr group draw blog. first of all, big thanks to russ for puttin' this whole thing together. born from boredom and creative minds. check it.
-take care,
moss suicide

Shotgun Stories: If the phrase "family feud" only spurs a thought of the eternal game show with its revolving door of hosts, then you owe it to yourself to pick up Shotgun Stories. The directorial and writing debut from Little Rock native, Jeff Nichols, is a movie that operates as not only a powerful drama, but a thriller brooding with tension. Son, Boy, and Kid are three blue collared brothers that have come together after Son's separation with his girlfriend/baby mama. When Son makes a scene at their estranged father's funeral, the father's second set of sons take serious offense and set off a chain of retaliations. Unlike flashy modern Hollywood thrillers, this indie gem does a lot with a little. Characters with depth, violence without gore-sploitation and a script with genuine mid-western tone. These are the things that make Shotgun Stories unmissable.

I NEVER TYPE ON THIS

it's fuckin' muggier than a sweat lodge up in here and i am hungry as a mug. all i've had today is an apple before 1st work and some yogurt in between works...how do i do it, you ask? i have the two easiest jobs in town. so easy that the only thing to complain about is feeling guilty for how easy it is. while other people are sweatin' it out, diggin' ditches with ditch witches or developing carl's tunnel syndrome sitting in front of a computer all day- i get paid to look at things, read them and research music. the ease of job is reflected in the wage which will ultimately be the only thing to motivate myself into finding a real job.
the end

I WANT SOME JIMMY JOHNS

i want jim jam's because i choose to be too busy for foolish things such as cold lunch. this needs to change. in other news i had a pretty rad little weekend- keepin' the party movin' for most of it. felt like a turd sammich for not making the fashion show a priority- and it would have been nice to see my pops a little more on daddy day, but i know he received plenty of youth from my nephews. a sister with both a 1 and 3 year old is my own personal birth control. my spermatids know to deactivate after spending a day as my alias, "mystery man", around brayden and bennet. love 'em, they blow my mind with their observations and clumsy tumbles, but shit- they are nothing but mood and that frightens me. i feel like a butthole for saying that, i should appreciate their unfiltered expression. blargh! blog, bog. punkyard bog, hahaha- good one, perry.
i like these things:

DROWSY HEAD WINS AGAIN

fuckin' beat. although it features activities of greater desire, the summertime contains activities none the less. show on friday was pretty nifty beside my lack of stick control (go ahead, laugh). busted a brand new stick half way through the first tune and then whilst struggling to kick off a jam, managed to let one go right over my head...real smooth like. oh and the m'nent death recording continues its brutalization process as ben laid down some crucial solos today- i'm excited 'bout it. PEOPLE GON' DIE
as for myself, slumber is in order.

ECOCHRONIC STIMULUS CHECK

if only rent could come next week instead, i think i'd actually have enough to cover it. fuckin' poor to the bone. oh well, i'ma get outta this one yet. i'm almost done editing my movie with Bowels and Annah- it's called smoking ban and it'll be screened this wednesday night at the tivoli along with Russ' documentary on guys with feelings and some other choice cuts. i think it's at 6:30. big plug dude. alright, gotta go collect rent fundage, work at the marrchives and play catch with ethan...maybe- lookin' rainy.

TROPICAL HOT DOG FRIGHT

just kidding, no hot dogs. well, maybe in the sense of someone whose main concern is carving "sweet ones", not the all beef and most defffff not the tofurkey tempeh bark dogs or whatever that earth version is. GREEN WEEKonNBC!!!! haha, what a fucking joke. wanna learn how to save some juice on the meter? TURN OFF YOUR FUCKING TELEVISION! why are you wasting time watching such drivel as the today show anyway? i tell ya. i'm 'cited to see ad astra on sad turd day. need to organize car pool roster.
i'm in.

I ATE MY CHEERIOS

been eatin' cheerios every morning usually followed by a granny smith. sets the pace for the day. it also makes me wonder what other people consume at the start of the day. people like the phony-assed solicitor that came into SRO yesterday. sometimes they catch me off guard and i don't have time to switch to mr. mean guy- sending my world into a pit of bull shit small talk about "guy" stuff or any other meaningless commonality. fuck you, you are not my buddy.

yojimbo is my buddy and i am seeing a brand new 35 mm print of him tonight.

C L I E N T O F T H E I N C U B A T O R

man, i really know how to handle my feelings. they say it's hard to do- and it is. bummer bummer bummer. "one time there was this groovy band and they had some groovy chicks and a lot of times it was groovy, but sometimes- it was a bummer!" oh boy. i love it how even when a video store puts up sign suggesting a downsizing and/or lull in business some assholes still demand multiple discounts- bullshit! had a ball tonight with patty cake, st. him day, p quizzle- we visited my dad who got me some new kicks (ha, just because my primary pair has a busted toe, then roasted many a bowl and watched the golden oldie slayer highlights. now, i'ma eat some spicy fries. jayhawk cafe- what?
























if you don't know what that picture is about,
Ryugyong Hotel

that bass is a violin dude

despite the fact that my already puny weekend has been sacrificed to the dreaded weekend course, the class ain't bad. actually learning quite a bit about african-american cinema, aaaand, the one paper that was originally assigned for the class has been tossed out! fuckin' swish. no backboards. in other news- the show last night went splendidly minus poking my fucking eye out with my drumstick...POINTLESS ACT! but yeah, spirits were warmed with various metals and other riffage and i felt really confident about both sets- shit was on.
paul mccartney show
mostly mega white jiggle
dog gone girl is mine

P R E T T Y W A S T E F U L

so here i am jumping on the blog-wagon and it sure is taking a while to set up providing me with plenty-o procrastinatin' material. my day has gone as far as this blog, but it started out so strong- got up quickly, hopped in n' outta the shower getting ready for my big day of apparently this, bong rippage and my newly-returned slayer dvd. HOW LONG WILL YOU LAST IN THIS FROZEN WATER BURIAL?!