Turbulent Innuendo
Sunday, October 29, 2006
THE END?
Sorry Blogger, but I have seen the divine light that is Vox.
Is this the end of me blog?
Iunno.
Uploading videos and audio directly to the site, incorporating those into your site, shared tags with the community, create collections of pictures and movies and audio, directly connected to major sites like YouTube & Amazon... yeah, sounds good to me.
I might keep updating this one, and my Vox.
I might stop updating this one, but keep it here to read later, and just update my Vox.
I might delete this one entirely, and convert completely to Vox.
Eh.
Further updates as events play out.
~meh!~
Sorry Blogger, but I have seen the divine light that is Vox.
Is this the end of me blog?
Iunno.
Uploading videos and audio directly to the site, incorporating those into your site, shared tags with the community, create collections of pictures and movies and audio, directly connected to major sites like YouTube & Amazon... yeah, sounds good to me.
I might keep updating this one, and my Vox.
I might stop updating this one, but keep it here to read later, and just update my Vox.
I might delete this one entirely, and convert completely to Vox.
Eh.
Further updates as events play out.
~meh!~
Friday, October 27, 2006
GOOD TIMES
I'M BORED
SO HERES A BUNCH OF RANDOM OLD PICTURES OFF MY FLICKR ACCOUNT
3-2-1 GO
PROM
FROM THE LAST FUCKING TIME IT SNOWED
SPEAK NO EVIL
SEE NO EVIL
HEAR NO EVIL
BRIAN
BEFORE THE HAIR
COOPER STILL LOOKS THE SAME
MY BIRTHDAY SOCCER THING
STEFAN YOU'RE STILL AN ASSMUNCH
Okay, enough caps lock.
Ahh, good times indeed.
More proof that I actually need to bring my camera to memorable events.
~meh!~
I'M BORED
SO HERES A BUNCH OF RANDOM OLD PICTURES OFF MY FLICKR ACCOUNT
3-2-1 GO
PROM
FROM THE LAST FUCKING TIME IT SNOWED
SPEAK NO EVIL
SEE NO EVIL
HEAR NO EVIL
BRIAN
BEFORE THE HAIR
COOPER STILL LOOKS THE SAME
MY BIRTHDAY SOCCER THING
STEFAN YOU'RE STILL AN ASSMUNCH
Okay, enough caps lock.
Ahh, good times indeed.
More proof that I actually need to bring my camera to memorable events.
~meh!~
Monday, October 23, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
SWEET GAMING GODS
Goldeneye Source.
A Half-Life 2 modification that completely changes it to a next gen version of Goldeneye.
Just one of the reasons why I'll be buying Half-Life 2 soon...
~meh!~
Goldeneye Source.
A Half-Life 2 modification that completely changes it to a next gen version of Goldeneye.
Just one of the reasons why I'll be buying Half-Life 2 soon...
~meh!~
Sunday, October 15, 2006
HEY SARAH, MARRY ME! FROM JOE.
Alright, let's do this.
Football game on Friday was fun... as per usual. Mojos to eat delicious burgers, spill Sprite over all my clothing, learn what The Awkward Turtle was. Run back, chill with band people, help pit to get in for free. Run to field, look in shock and awe at the Enloe bastards and what they wrote on the field, realize it's bloody cold. Meet up with Thomas and Lauren (?!), more chill with band people, watch halftime show. MORE chill with band people, say bye, go home.
Wake up, drive with Dom, Sean, Jordan, and Marc to competition, get horribly lost and confused before getting there. Chill, watch shows, drink cocoa. Cheer when Broughton performs (helluva) better than last competition, more chill with cold band people, curse and whine when Broughton no win. Bust out, run to Marc's dorm, meet dorm people. Go run to get tacos, run back home, sleep.
Wake up, study, write blog post.
Yep.
Life is packed.
Next update in time for State Fair (yay!) and Mute Math (more yay!)
VIDEO!
We're From Barcelona by I'm From Barcelona
Uh.
My only way to describe this band would be to possibly take The Decemberists, only make them Swiss and add about 24 more members.
Out.
~meh!~
Alright, let's do this.
Football game on Friday was fun... as per usual. Mojos to eat delicious burgers, spill Sprite over all my clothing, learn what The Awkward Turtle was. Run back, chill with band people, help pit to get in for free. Run to field, look in shock and awe at the Enloe bastards and what they wrote on the field, realize it's bloody cold. Meet up with Thomas and Lauren (?!), more chill with band people, watch halftime show. MORE chill with band people, say bye, go home.
Wake up, drive with Dom, Sean, Jordan, and Marc to competition, get horribly lost and confused before getting there. Chill, watch shows, drink cocoa. Cheer when Broughton performs (helluva) better than last competition, more chill with cold band people, curse and whine when Broughton no win. Bust out, run to Marc's dorm, meet dorm people. Go run to get tacos, run back home, sleep.
Wake up, study, write blog post.
Yep.
Life is packed.
Next update in time for State Fair (yay!) and Mute Math (more yay!)
VIDEO!
We're From Barcelona by I'm From Barcelona
Uh.
My only way to describe this band would be to possibly take The Decemberists, only make them Swiss and add about 24 more members.
Out.
~meh!~
Friday, October 13, 2006
TWO THINGS
A. That's a freakin' awesome rendition of the Final Fantasy 7 battle theme.
B. That dude has some fuckin' long fingers.
On fall break.
Update pending.
~meh!~
A. That's a freakin' awesome rendition of the Final Fantasy 7 battle theme.
B. That dude has some fuckin' long fingers.
On fall break.
Update pending.
~meh!~
Monday, October 09, 2006
HM.
October 21st is the supposed day that we're all hitting up the State Fair.
October 21st is also the day that Mute Math hits the Cradle.
Could we do both in a day?
Mebbeh.
But...
THEY HAVE A FUCKING KEYTAR.
MUST SEE.
NEGEAAAH.
Oh, and they're pretty pleasing to the ears, too.
~meh!~
October 21st is the supposed day that we're all hitting up the State Fair.
October 21st is also the day that Mute Math hits the Cradle.
Could we do both in a day?
Mebbeh.
But...
THEY HAVE A FUCKING KEYTAR.
MUST SEE.
NEGEAAAH.
Oh, and they're pretty pleasing to the ears, too.
~meh!~
LOVE RHYMES WITH HIDEOUS CAR WRECK
Okay.
Um, to start out with, I'm not dead. Or maimed. Or injured. Or whatever. And my car is not totalled, mashed, gone, destroyed, or anything of the sort.
That goes out to those of you who be asking. It was just a misunderstanding.
Okay?
Okay.
SO.
This weekend went from sexyuberawesome to eh in the space of a few hours.
So on Friday, Cooper, Dom and I (and later, Rosalie, Kai-ou, and Lucy) journeyed back to the long forgotten land of Chapel Hill to hit the Cat's Cradle. To see Be Your Own Pet. The sexy teen-punk band. And... wow, what an interesting show it was.
The intro band, to start with, whose name we didnt catch (I dont even think they said what they were called, they just started playing) were... um... strange. They were like some hardcore power emo trio, with a guitarist/screamer, a keyboardist, and a SPASTIC drummer. Seriously, it looked like the drummer was about to hit himself in the face most of the time. And all the keyboardist did was crank out some EARSPLITTING chords on the keyboard, while the guitarist played a few notes now and then, and wailed about love and life and Cheerios. Then, they just left. Gone.
Next band, The Black Lips, topped out the first band on sheer WTFness, however. It seemed like the entire band was composed of highschool/college dropouts and who had turned to a life of heroin and music to get by. We had Luigi (yes, the Mario Bro.) on bass, a completely stoned lead guitarist, a rhythm guitarist who looked EERILY like Stefan (only, like, if Stefan were a crack fiend) who had a strange fetish for hawking loogies up into the air and catching them on his face. And another spastic drummer. So they played some strangely poppy sounding metalish stuff, the dude in front of us would not stop dancing, and inbetween songs they lectured us on staying in school and not doing drugs and how their band SUCKS.
Yeah.
Finally, Be Your Own Pet, the most, um, normal band of them all. We have screamy, sorta attractive singer, bassist with the afro who we saw preshow walking into walls (who also had a wierd affinity with shooting out loogies, only this time, into the crowd,) guitarist with too damn much hair, and new drummer who was not Jamin, because Jamin left the band, and that makes me sad. They played through their entire CD in what seemed like 15 minutes (including a song that was literally maybe 45 seconds long, I didn't even recognize it, they went so damn fast) and then they left. No encore. Aww.
All in all, not the greatest show I've seen at the Cradle, but still worth going to. Hanging out with mates is always worth it, and I hadn't seen Kai-ou in like forevers. Yep.
Then I went home and passed out.
Couldn't go to soccer the next day, because I had to go see The Lion King (the Broadway show) for Andrew's birthday. Most people would leap at joy to see the show, but A. I've already seen it, and B. I'd much rather hang out with friends than go sit through a 3 hour long show.
Eh.
Then I slept, played Tekken, and basically lounged around for the rest of the weekend.
Classes for three days.
Fall break starts Wednesday night.
Woo.
Oh yeah, for the video...
This is an Inside Edition from 1988, covering the NES. Remember those good old days? When video games in the media didnt equal death, sex and destruction.
Also, I totally still have my pair of Super Mario underwear.
~meh!~
Okay.
Um, to start out with, I'm not dead. Or maimed. Or injured. Or whatever. And my car is not totalled, mashed, gone, destroyed, or anything of the sort.
That goes out to those of you who be asking. It was just a misunderstanding.
Okay?
Okay.
SO.
This weekend went from sexyuberawesome to eh in the space of a few hours.
So on Friday, Cooper, Dom and I (and later, Rosalie, Kai-ou, and Lucy) journeyed back to the long forgotten land of Chapel Hill to hit the Cat's Cradle. To see Be Your Own Pet. The sexy teen-punk band. And... wow, what an interesting show it was.
The intro band, to start with, whose name we didnt catch (I dont even think they said what they were called, they just started playing) were... um... strange. They were like some hardcore power emo trio, with a guitarist/screamer, a keyboardist, and a SPASTIC drummer. Seriously, it looked like the drummer was about to hit himself in the face most of the time. And all the keyboardist did was crank out some EARSPLITTING chords on the keyboard, while the guitarist played a few notes now and then, and wailed about love and life and Cheerios. Then, they just left. Gone.
Next band, The Black Lips, topped out the first band on sheer WTFness, however. It seemed like the entire band was composed of highschool/college dropouts and who had turned to a life of heroin and music to get by. We had Luigi (yes, the Mario Bro.) on bass, a completely stoned lead guitarist, a rhythm guitarist who looked EERILY like Stefan (only, like, if Stefan were a crack fiend) who had a strange fetish for hawking loogies up into the air and catching them on his face. And another spastic drummer. So they played some strangely poppy sounding metalish stuff, the dude in front of us would not stop dancing, and inbetween songs they lectured us on staying in school and not doing drugs and how their band SUCKS.
Yeah.
Finally, Be Your Own Pet, the most, um, normal band of them all. We have screamy, sorta attractive singer, bassist with the afro who we saw preshow walking into walls (who also had a wierd affinity with shooting out loogies, only this time, into the crowd,) guitarist with too damn much hair, and new drummer who was not Jamin, because Jamin left the band, and that makes me sad. They played through their entire CD in what seemed like 15 minutes (including a song that was literally maybe 45 seconds long, I didn't even recognize it, they went so damn fast) and then they left. No encore. Aww.
All in all, not the greatest show I've seen at the Cradle, but still worth going to. Hanging out with mates is always worth it, and I hadn't seen Kai-ou in like forevers. Yep.
Then I went home and passed out.
Couldn't go to soccer the next day, because I had to go see The Lion King (the Broadway show) for Andrew's birthday. Most people would leap at joy to see the show, but A. I've already seen it, and B. I'd much rather hang out with friends than go sit through a 3 hour long show.
Eh.
Then I slept, played Tekken, and basically lounged around for the rest of the weekend.
Classes for three days.
Fall break starts Wednesday night.
Woo.
Oh yeah, for the video...
This is an Inside Edition from 1988, covering the NES. Remember those good old days? When video games in the media didnt equal death, sex and destruction.
Also, I totally still have my pair of Super Mario underwear.
~meh!~
Friday, October 06, 2006
be your own PET
More updates and pictures and stuff after we go see them tonight EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
~meh!~
More updates and pictures and stuff after we go see them tonight EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
~meh!~
Sunday, October 01, 2006
