Sunday, August 27, 2006

See The Open Mouth Of My Suitcase

At work again. On a Sunday. Breaking a commandment of some sort. And not the ones that involve the neighbor's wife and goods.

Sometimes I wonder if all this is a test and if it is, what it means to fail it.

To make matters worse, last week I finally got myself a copy of Carnet de Voyage, and fuck: I want to be a cartoonist. Some people's dreams overtake any social pressures or even common sense and by all indications mine should, too. Except I'm too scared and too old and too infatuated with...stuff.

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I typed in some words where this paragraph should be and it sounded so mean, even for me. Whoa, limits!

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Entourage is so damn entertaining.

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Last night I got invited to a goth-punk book launch. (Goth-punk describes the launch, not the book, I think.) And I opted to stay in bed because I didn't have enough energy to drive three blocks.

Things I need right now: sleep, a backrub, peanut butter donuts, and to quote Dave Pirner: a pretty face and some time to waste.

Looks like the donuts are the only realistic ones on this list. I am sooo tired.

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I so want to make this work. This company, I mean, and everything in it. But it's not up to me, is it?

Sunday, August 20, 2006

I've Come To Find I May Never Know

Suddenly, rapport is no longer so important. I used to think it was such a valuable thing. Don't get me wrong, there's still a minimum requirement of course, but now it's not so high up on the list. I no longer think it's necessary to complete each other's sentences. Sometimes I want the end of each sentence to be a surprise.

Some people still don't make the cut, though.

But it's still a nice word to say out loud: rapport.

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I have done a lot of terrible and dumb things in my life. Things that could get someone shot, broke, trapped under car wreckage. I guess in many, many ways I'm lucky to be alive, loved, and making money. Its amazing the karma police haven't picked me up, locked me up and thrown away the key.

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I heard a line on the telly that reminded me so much of high school: "There are no permanent friends, only permanent interests." Unfortunately, the line came from S-Files, I think, and they were referring to something totally different.

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Darvin Ham is playing in the PBA. And is getting dunked on by the natives. I have half a mind to send this tidbit to DimeMag.

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I'm tired. Can I please, please hit the beach after this storm?

Monday, August 14, 2006

Welcome To This One Man Show

Along the lines of "Don't want what you can't get" is something that is becoming increasingly advisable as the days go by: don't ask for what other people can't give. A line of thinking recommended for work, life, and relationships.

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I've been reading Sting's autobio Broken Music while watching the bonus DVD with Every Breath You Take (The Singles) and some things pop out:
  1. I'm already two-thirds into the book and we're only just been introduced to Stewart Copeland.
  2. Andy Summers is now my new guitar hero, at least for the next couple of days. Bring on the fifths!
  3. I'm amused that the guitarist is the shortest member of The Police.
  4. The Police is greater than the sum of its parts.
  5. I need to get back to work.
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I finally made it to the Mall of Asia. Speaking as a professional mallrat, I'm impressed. Dozens of new shops and food stalls to try out. Then there's our impeccably dressed friends from the south. All one needs, in my no-bearing opinion.

One more thing: I had to pay overnight parking because a) the stupid ticket said "Flat Rate" and b) no one pointed out that the overnight limit was at 1:30 AM. One thirty! Damn you family-oriented shopping centers. The "S" in SM stands for swindlers. The guards even admitted that this happens every night; in fact this particular Sunday morning there were at least five cars worth of confused MoA shoppers. There's no doubt in my mind this is a con. A legal con, but a con nonetheless.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

It Only Makes It Worse To Live Without It

Wouldn't it be nice.

Development is at a crawl. The team can't seem to gather enough steam to get out of this rut. I'm no help either; with so much to do I have no idea where to start. So I write.

Maybe answering one of these meme things will help me relax.

What is your favorite album?
This question should at least be a top 5! A la High Fidelity!
But it will probably be 1. U2's "Achtung Baby"
2. Nirvana's "Nevermind"
3. Juliana Hatfield Three's "Become What You Are"
4. Counting Crows "August and Everything After"
5. Pearl Jam's "Ten"

My age just showed.

Favorite song to sing?
"Sing" in quotation marks. Current top 3.
1. My Stupid Mouth
2. Best Of You (first two verses)
3. King Of Pain

Favorite song to dance to
Nice try...

Favorite song to make-out to
IF EVER that comes up, I'll let you know...

Favorite song to listen while driving
Currently, "California"

Song that makes you heartbroken
Hmmm...Soul Asylum's "Misery"? No wait, "Found Out About You" by the Gin Blossoms, definitely.

Song that you hate the most
It's a toss up between "Especially For You" and "Especially For You", unless the duet involves Kermit.

Song that you like but wasn't sung well
How is that possible?

Song that changed your life
Easy. "Patience"

Song that calms you down
Currently, "Somebody Is Waiting For Me" and I think the song that comes after it, by Juliana Hatfield. Gold Stars was an absolute must-have.

Song that makes you smile
See above.

Song that makes you fall in love
Songs don't make people fall in love. Don't be ridiculous. Pass.

Favorite lyrics
Tough one. Maybe Sting's "Seven Days".

Favorite Song of All Time
"Here's Where The Story Ends"

Classical or jazz?

Jazz

Rock or Rap?
Rock. Honest!

Emo or Punk?
I will answer when someone gives a satisfactory definition for "Emo"

Funk or Blues?
Blues

Pink Floyd or Led Zeppelin?
Zep

Coldplay or Radiohead?
Tough one. Coldplay, if only for "Yellow" and "Speed of Sound".

John Mayer or Jack Johnson?
Mayer

Eminem or 50 Cent?
Eminem

Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera?
Mandy Moore

Backstreet Boys or N'SYNC?
In a tag-team fight? Maybe N'Sync, because even Lance Bass can probably kick Howie D's ass.

The Beatles or the Rolling Stones?
The Beatles.

Electric or acoustic guitar?
Haven't you been paying attention?




...That in no way made me relax.