Archive for October, 2007
New I Woke Up LA collage! Since I haven’t done one in a while…Ha. This is the result of my immense boredom last night. I like how it turned out though! I played with a few different poses from the norm, and I particularly like how I used Adeline’s pose to reach for Mat’s foot.
Maybe this will help inspire me to be productive for real tonight. My inspiration falters considerably when everyone manages to disappear from the internet. But maybe my playing around with the characters more will get me in the mood.
I’m home from work early today because I had a doctor appointment that didn’t last so long. Really, it was one of the best appointments ever because one, they didn’t even make me get on the scale; two, I didn’t have to wait in the secondary waiting room of death; and three, for some reason I didn’t have to pay a co-pay! Weird, but I’m not going to argue!
Obligatory Fight Club post title to go along with the image, which made me think of Mischief and Mayhem, and now I’m just going to have to go watch the movie again!
Ugh. Where does everybody go during the week? Don’t you know it’s during the week that you’re supposed to fuck around on the internet the most…because who wants to actually work? One can only read Perez Hilton and I Can Has Cheezburger so many times in a day.
Other than completely exhausting my sources of entertainment on the interwebs, I have been preoccupying myself with Harry Potter. I finished Prisoner of Azkaban last night–and it was all kinds of wonderful goodness! I’ve discovered a few things while reading the Harry Potter books. First, I don’t know why I didn’t read them before; they’re totally up my ally. Second, I sure do have a shitterific memory. I didn’t remember crap from the movies while reading the books, which, I think is turning out to be a good thing. I didn’t remember at all about the time traveling! The whole time with Hermione, I couldn’t remember why she was able to go to all those classes.
I’ve been re-watching the movies after I finish the book. So this weekend I’ll watch the Prisoner of Azkaban movie. And now I’m reading the Goblet of Fire. Good times. I’ll be sad when I’m done with these books now! Andy says Prisoner of Azkaban is his favorite, and I can see why after finishing it. I like it the best so far. But we’ll see if it’s still my favorite after reading all seven.
In other news, I have no other news because I’m rather bored. I could be working on I Woke Up LA right now, but I don’t much feel like it. Eh, we’ll see.
Three cookies to who can spot the song with lyrics mentioned in this post’s title. The song reminds me of being 18 and driving around in my old red Acura doing incredibly stupid and bad 18 year-old things. Nine years ago! Insanity. Good times. Hint: Why don’t you get the fuck out of my face?! NOW!
Believe it or not, I actually made some progress on I Woke Up LA this weekend. And by this weekend, I mean last night mostly. I now have 26 pictures completed. It’s amazing how long those 26 took, and while granted–they were probably some of the more difficult of the bunch, I’m not looking forward to the remaining 100+. Picture taking used to be the best part of making the story for me, but now…it’s just too much of a pain in the ass. I think the standards are too high for my lazy butt now, and my lots are just disgusting now after 6 chapters and nearly 2 years.
Just plain barf, really. I have at least 800 Jills running around in that neighborhood, and as hot as that may sound to some of you, I just want to get a shotgun and start killing some of them off. Of course, I do that, and something will screw up the neighborhood, so I’m just dealing with the mess to avoid complications at the moment.
Anyway, on a plus side, I think I’m done with ridiculous blanket editing. I gave up and took an easy way out on one picture, but I don’t care anymore, and hopefully most of the pictures from the scene turned out alright.
Okay, new topic: it’s Monday afternoon and I’m taking a break at work right now because I just found the solution to something that was looming over my head for a while then causing me massive amounts of grief this morning with its lack of an ability to work at all. But now it’s working and I’m super excited and rewarding myself with the treat of coming on here and blabbing away about nothing.
Today’s nothing topic will be a follow-up to my gushing on about Tool in the last post. Today I will mention the coolest cover-mix I have ever heard. A cover so awesome, I’m willing to listen to it at major McPoo quality because no higher quality is available that I know of. It’s entirely possible I’ve blabbed about this song before. It’s A Perfect Circle’s live cover combination of The Cure’s Love Song and Ozzy’s Diary of a Madman.
It amazes me how APC put these two songs together. Completely seamless as if they were meant to be that way. Mentions of diarrhea and all. Listen to it; it’s all kinds of coolness. And if you’ve been living under a rock covered in a hundred other rocks, here are the originals: Love Song and Diary of a Madman.
Friday night at last, and I’m currently sitting at my desk with the patio door open listening to Tool loudly, because I’m sure the neighbors here in hickified Bryan, Texas love it. To pieces.
In my list of 250 songs (which I managed to leave some key players out, so it might be more like top 300 when I’m done), I have several songs by Tool listed. Tool is a great band because they’re heavy, have incredibly fucked up lyrics, and yet Maynard has this insanely beautiful voice. Which is the key to me with heavier music really, the voice. I’m very picky about the screaming and growling that comes along with heavy rock, but Maynard does it perfectly.
I don’t know when or how I got into Tool exactly. I think it was sometime right after high school, and perhaps the song was one of their radio songs, like Sober or something. Whatever the case, I soon got all their albums, which were just Opiate, Undertow and Ænima at the time. One of my first obsessions was the song Opiate, from the same-titled album. Then there’s my favorites from Undertow: Prison Sex and Swamp Song; and Ænima songs, Stinkfist, Eulogy and H. As the (many) years passed, Lateralus comes out and I’m of course drawn to Parabol + Parabola. Separate tracks, but they must be listened to together because for some reason Parabol just makes Parabola that much sweeter. I don’t have anything from their newest album on my list because I haven’t gotten into it quite as much yet, though there are definitely songs I like–just not love to absolute pieces like these mentioned.
If I had to pick a single favorite, I think it would be Prison Sex. Probably one of the more fucked up of the bunch, but incredibly catchy.
It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then,
you know it hurt me,
but I’m breathing so I guess I’m still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I’ve got my hands bound,
my head down, my eyes closed,
and my throat wide open.
Do unto others, what has been done to me,
Do unto others, what has been done to you.
This post has no other purpose than to superficially gush about Tool. Oh, and if you really want to know what a crazy person I am, the song which alphabetically precedes all of the Tool songs in my top favorite list is 867-5309 by Tommy Tutone. Only extremely cool people will admit to loving both. Ha!
Happy weekend, all.
It’s a good thing tomorrow is Friday, otherwise I might have to jump out my office window and then I Woke Up LA would never be finished. Nevermind that our “windows” don’t open and I’m only on the second floor.
Earlier this week I went through my giant music collection on my computer and picked out my favorite songs of all time of the moment. Make sense? No? Yeah. Anyway, it ended up around 250 songs, but then I think I started adding a lot more toward the end of the alphabet than I did at the beginning–like I was being more strict in my qualifications at first or something. I was thinking I would post about these songs in this blog, but now I may have decided I’m too lazy for that. But we’ll see, I might just get that bored here in the next few days.
For the time being, I’ll talk about my current complete and utter obsession with a couple Chris Isaak songs, which I’m often obsessed with, actually, and they are definitely on this top 250 list I spoke of. I dare you to listen to Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing and not have it stuck in your head for hours. Such a silly song. I think it makes a perfect “soundtrack” type song. I could see using it in a soundtrack to I Woke Up LA, or several movies and pretty much anything.
I looked up the video on YouTube and saw that it was basically a big strip-fest. Not that I should be surprised after the Wicked Game video, but still. It’s funny. I like Chris Isaak, but bloody hell man, stick to white t-shirts and jeans, please. This psychotic florescent clothing obsession of his must be stopped. Seriously, it’s not just the purple suit in the Bad Bad Thing video. Google image him and such things as this and this (what is that?) turn up. Though you are my mother’s age, you are incredibly good looking, Mr. Isaak. No need to doo-doo on that. Perhaps I’m missing something.
