Wow, I can't believe the recent transpirings of my friends. I mean,
Jon just picked up a new G4 Powerbook, and
Colm is rocking out to his new iPod. It's enough to make a Mac fanatic like me jealous. And I certainly would be jealous...
...were it not for the fact that I just brought my new G5 home.
Boo Ya!!! I haven't got it set up or anything, but you best believe that's on my list.
I was lucky to get my hands on the sucker too. Best Buy only got in ONE of the 17" Superdrive models, and I called
just in time to reserve it. Thank god, because it's anybody's guess as to when they'll get another shipment. A month? Three months? Apple likes to create demand by crippling supply, and it works.
And I would like to extend an invitation to Jon and Colm to raid my music library. I have about 10 gigs (6.5 days, whew!) of music, and I'm sure that I've got
something that you'll enjoy. In any case, I'd love to see your new Apple stuff, as that sort of thing is really my bag.
Right now, I'm going to go fall asleep to the silent hum of a 1.8 ghz processor. Sweet dreams.
I tried to update yesterday, but Blogger lost my post. I was kind of in a rush, so I didn't bother to retype all the crap. Let's see what I can come up with anyway.
Well, it finally happened. I got a speeding ticket. For years, any vehicle I rode in was undetectable to photo radar, and completely ignorable to cops, regardless of how fast I was going when I passed them on the roads. But my record is now sullied by this damned ticket.
This, coupled with my cars recent need of major repairs has made for an expensive week. I may need to put that G5 on hold for a bit. Damn.
I have been saving a ton of time and money on music by riding the
bit torrent wave. Entire albums and discographies in a fraction of the time that it would take to track down each individual song on Kazaa. The only problem is that it's hard to find albums that aren't either brand new, or extremely popular. I got the discography of
Modest Mouse, including the impossible-to-find Japanese release of
The Moon and Antarctica, easily their most powerful album.
I also discovered a new band,
The Ordinary Boys. To describe their album,
Over the Counter Culture, imagine
Franz Ferdinand fronting a kinder, gentler, more British
Goldfinger.
Seaside is a track to look for if you can.
Ryan, I totally agree with your views on social conventions. Interactions just become so much more natural when such pretense is thrown out the window. For example, Adriane, this girl that I'm dating, is listening to my car problems, and says right out "wow, your car is shitty". No consolation as to how much the situation sucks for me at all, because she probably doesn't care. This girl is fucking awesome. I'm going to try and convince her to see
Sean of the Dead with me tonight. We saw
Garden State a couple of weeks ago, and that was really cool. The best part of the movie was when during the heart-wrenching climax, somebody in the back of the theatre dropped a ring or a coin, and it slowly rolled all the way to the front, rather noisily. We both looked at each other and laughed our heads off until we were *shushed* by several parties.
These are the kinds of social conventions that we can do without. :)
Days to RememberJohnny Cash died last year, feel free to hold his life in memory
in your own way. Also,
Johnny Ramone died recently. I listened to
Rock and Roll High School in his memory. There aren't too many Ramones left now. It's kind of sad.
Sky Captain is
the real deal. Believe it. They took the best parts of
Crimson Skies and
Skies of Arcadia, tossed in a sexy pirate Angelina Jolie, and some Orwell-style robot armies.
Speaking of pirates, today is
National Talk Like a Pirate Day. *Sigh*, Way to go Dave Barry. I hate you.
Okay, time for a serious post, with words that are
bold and
italisized. Who knows, I may even
hypertext something that looks cool.
First off, I must deal with my fellow bloggers.
Ryan, I apologize for snapping at you earlier, and I'm not just saying that so I can score your copy of
Action Pact. Really. I also bring bad news. You may have to get a new
favorite album, as
Shaq is coming out with his
sixth full release, which to me sounds
utterly insane.
For something a bit stranger, check out
Twelve Girls Band. They're not strange because they do a killer cover of
Coldplay's
Clocks with traditional chinese instruments. They're not strange because they inexplicably debut at
number 62 on the
billboard top 200. No, they're strange because there's actually 13 of them in the band.
Strange.
Colm always surprises me with his excellent taste in music. I guess I should stop being surprised, as it's kind of insulting to the guy. To make up for it, I offer these awesome suggestions. If you've been digging
The Postal Service (my favorite track is
Suddenly Everything Has Changed), give
American Analog Set. The recommended track?
Punk as Fuck. You're just going to have to trust me on this one man.
Also, Jack Johnson is some pretty funky campfire/surfer goodness, but please don't ignore the infinitly funkier
G Love and his back-up band,
Special Sauce.
These guys just signed onto Jack Johnson's
Brushfire Fairytales record label, and their newest release is supposed to be the shit, although I've yet to get my paws on it. Download
Philedelphonic,
Cold Beverage, and
Daydreaming, and just lose yourself in the blues-inspired achoustic hip-hopish, jam session-syled awesomeness. Also, the dude plays a wicked blues harp, which I have much respect for.
Man, that post wore me right out, what with all the damn text-tags. I'm going to bed.
Nothing interesting here, I just want to comment on Ryan's blog and send a couple shout-outs.
Ryan, while you may score lower on the ska ranking, I'm jealous that your avatar got to be the incredible Aaron Barret of my favorite band, Reel Big Fish. Of course, knowing who that grinning idiot is in the first place probably ups my ska ranking. Crap!
Also, didn't I just reccomend the Dead Prez last week? And put that
very same song in a playlist that I posted? Didn't I? You just have no respect for originality, do you?
Do you!?!?Happy birthday, Kyle and Mike. We love ya. And now you're older. Congratulations.
Curse You, Food Network!!!So, let's recap this television debacle. I
did get to cook burgers on the air, however they make a gross misrepresentation of my recipe. I am essentially just cooking a damn Big Mac. Whoopee. To be fair they didn't dare to sully the good name of the Ninpo Burger, these are my "Taylor-Made Burgers". Har har. I'd like to kick whichever crew member came up with that stinker. I'm pissed off, and hungry, because I refuse to eat the burgers that I made. I'm going to read some
fuckin' Star Wars comics.
There are twelve strangers in my house, each with their own tv-related job to do. One of them plays with the dogs all day. It's his job. Most of them want to move furniture or talk loudly. Some of them want me to smile for a camera and crack wise at hours that I consider ungodly, like 10:00 am. The sun is out, and I'm scared. Or angry. No, I'm just really freakin' tired. The worst part of it all is that it's still up in the air as to wether or not Ninpo Burgers will hit prime-time cable. I'll keep you posted. I'm going to hide in the basement and take a nap.
G-g-g-g-g-g-G5!!! That is
the business, and I can not wait to get my hands on it. That's right, your buddy Tay went down to Best Buy to get himself a credit card, and to design plans to camp out at the store the night of shipping. That's it for now, I'm going to focus on selling things on eBay.
