A day early and a feature short.
One Week of Blogs In One Paragraph
The week started out with a podcast in which we learned how I become the gay friend. After that there was some fiction which was stolen by another website and posted. At least they gave me credit for it. So I guess that technically makes me published. Wednessday got rough because I realised I have gotten old. A list appeared in which I complained about being ugly and explained how and why Han SHOT FIRST! We closed the week off here with the fully necessary blog about not blogging and instead making love with your hand and other excuses.
Monkey Messages
The more you are motivated by love, the more fearless and free your actions will be - Kath
Musical Interlude
The All-American Rejects - It Ends Tonight. Sometimes it is just good to end things that cast a darkness over you, even if that darkness is unintentional. This song has always been about the switch from pain to understanding to learning. How all break ups, endings, deaths, lead to eventual wisdom.
Guns N' Roses - Garden of Eden. This is one of those songs that reminds me that Phil Collins is meaningless. This is when Huey Lewis just became irrelevant. The lyrics of this song are so angsty and yet possess a sort of hope for change that I can't help but love it. It's not a problem you can solve, it's rock and roll.
Guns N' Roses - Don't Cry (Alt Lyrics). This song reminds me of a person is tired of being your solution but can't walk away because he loves his tormentor so much. There is this feeling of not getting what you want and yet still staying because of duty, honour and love. The writer walk with ghosts that no one helps with but he will help those he loves because he loves them, and he will sacrifice but he needs to say these things.
Violent Femmes - Kiss Off. Immature love at its finest. Also, college music at its finest. Insecurity mixed with passion and lust. Dealing with these feelings can be tough, and when the going gets tough the tough get messed up.
Linkin Park - Bleed It Out. I would have to say that this is probably my second favourite band performing my second favourite song they do. I am sure it is just random lines on a page to them, but to me it speaks volumes about a redemptive act, and how sometimes that redemptive act can merely be bringing to light the things that have created wounds in us.
Weekly Nirvana
Podcast Of The Week
This week I want to hilight the podcast of twin brothers Randy and Jason Sklar. Their podcast is called Sklarbro Country, which is more clever a ame than people give it credit for.
These two brothers play off of each other better than any comedy team that I have heard previously. I am sure it helps that they are twins, but still, they can build and play off each other with ease, creating avalanches of jokes and referential puns and building complex takes on pop culture and sports.
What many might claim as a drawback is that it is very sports oriented. The two are clearly sports fans and have made a career of commenting on sports. This is not an issue for me, and it most likely won't be for you. They manage to make sports accessable to people by talking more about them in their pop culture influence rather than in an elitist, musst know batting acerages sort of way.
These two clearly know their audience and their craft and they manage to make sports and ridiculous pop culture funny and topical.
Each week they bring in a guest who is not a sports star. They bring in mostly comedians and actors to discuss all manner of things. Special episodes include Chris Cox impersonating several celebrities rather well. Of course these impressions are over the top charactures and invariably lead to groaning and laughter.
For those who are musical snobs they also provide several musical breaks in which they showcase independent style music, some of which may actually come from bands you have heard of. If you haven't there is still a pretty good chance that you will like it, and if you don't they are brief and easily forwarded past.
All in all a quality podcast with great hosts, guests and bits. This podcast is highly reccomended to sports fans and strongly reccomended for people who like comedians who roast celebrity.
YouTube Clip Of The Week
Finally, a gym I wish to join.
One Monkey Toy
I attempted to do research for this week's toy, and so, like all great researches I typed something in to google. What I typed in was Man Toys. Now, I must admit I had to wade through a few porn related sites with live action Miley Cyrus dolls, but once I did, the first site that came up not related to getting your rocks off was about stalking women. No seriously.
What I saw was a site for night vision goggles and other special optics devices for spying. While I can get behind playing spy games, I cannot get behind stalking the ladies.
This google interpretation of manhood shocked me in so much as it is right there out in the open. So often we like to think the world is not what we think it is, but apparently, according to google, the world is exactly the way you think it is.
Men are creepy, disgusting sex addicted perverts who will get what they want one way or another. I am only slight pleased at the fact that sexual surrogates were ranked slightly higher than devices which make kidnapping and rape easier.
I am so disillusioned right now, and cannot look for real toys, sorry.
Wrap Party
Had to get through this quickly because I am going on a week long vacation. I am taking a week off starting.....right now....ok not now but soon. I just need some time away from the internet to get some stuff in ordeer. My creativity has taken a minor slide of late so I want to recharge the batteries. This means that there will be no posts this week and seriously reduced twitter and facebook traffic. I will be back with a vengeance after this down time with a bunch of awesome posts and podcasts. Take care people and I will see you on the other side.
Vacation starts ....... now.
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Create New Smart Playlist
It occured to me that I am a music geek. I say this with all sincerity and esteem. I am proud of the fact that I am a music geek, and not a music nerd.
I bet you are wondering what the difference betweeen the two is. I will tell you since you asked so nicely. The difference is that a music nerd knows the most obscure bands and artists to ever play a wirly wizzit concert on the third Sunday of a Month where it didn't rain in London while three lions were killed in Africa by Poachers during the festival of Shimshammery in Vegas. The answer by the way, I had to look this up, is New Riders of the Purple Sage. (that is the only joke I have ever told that only my step dad would find funny).
A geek is just a guy who really likes music, uses it to alter moods, and takes pride in having an eclectic mix of music most people have heard of. Headstone notwithstanding.
I noticed today that I in fact have a playlist for just about every occasion. I have a playlist for when it is raining outside, for when I am cleaning, for when I am playing baseball on the ps3, for when I am killing people with lightsabers, for when I am writing, for when I am masturbating...er uhmmm did I typoe that last one out loud? Ok so not quite every occasion, but for most of them anyway.
I even have a playlist for when I am talking to certain people, Like Alley for instance. I have a number of songs which I play in order to remind myself that I am a tough no nonsense dude who cannot be pushed around. I generally need this music because she emasculates me on a regular basis. "I think you just suck at that game."
This I think is what can establish my bonefides as a music geek.
I am also one of those people that likes to think he is a smooth talker. Not in the way that allows a person to talk women out of their panties, or men out of their checkbooks, but in the way that I can control the flow of a conversation and generally the tone thereof and effect others emotional states.
I have this sort of set of mental iTunes playlists for when a certain line of discussion is needed. I have several of them and am able to scroll through them generally faster than my crappy laptop can scroll through my list of downloaded porn.
This is a handy thing to have in case you find yourself in a conversation about thermall nuclear war for example. You are able to scroll either to your playlist that is about Mathew Broderick movies or the one you reserve for talking to people who live in the 80's. There is some overlap of those two playlists.
Sometimes, but rarely, I am stuck without a playlist, either a musical one or a mental talk file one. Last night I found myself in this very situation. I could not access cheesy song lyrics or witty banter, and it frustrated the bedazzle out of me.
Have you ever been in as position where you are flipping through possible relevant lists but not finding the one you are looking for?
I was in that situation. Concerned friend didn't seem to fit. The rise and fall of the Byzintine Empire didn't seem to fit. Creepy sex guy didn't seem to fit. Desperate to please guy didn't seem to fit.
For the first time in a long time, my list of convo themes wass as useless to me as my music playlists at Marlee Matlin's birthday party. (OMG! He just made fun of that sexy deaf woman who plays every single sexy deaf woman role ever on television and in movies, can we laugh or should we boo? We should realise we are now stuck in a Wil Wheatonesque parenthetical which may never end, all because political correctness has led us astray, make it stop, for the love of all that is sacred in this world why won't it...). I wanted to be supportive friend, and I wanted to also be celebratory guy. It is rarely in my nature to celebrate the misfortune of others, unless someone is being hit in the groin by a baby, but sometimes their misfortune is my gain.
The situation can only lead to something good for me. Whether it is my Florida dream, more weird telephone calls, or less bitching about life, something good is going to come of this, and I feel guilty for being happy.
I know that I am sometimes the guy that is relied upon to make others feel good about their lot in life, be it by being the prime example of how not to life, or by smooth talking with the wisdom from my extensive playlist. I genuinely feel bad that all I could offer was an ear. I know sometimes that is good, but dammit, I am better than that.
I couldn't even find an appropriate song because there was none required for the emotional state of being. I was more useless than I have ever been.
In some ways, I think it was because I had no idea what was expected of me. I wasn't sure what my roll was, nor what to expect in return. It seems odd to say that, but it was one of those things where a nything could come out of my mouth, and some of it very ungood. My instincts were shot and I had no idea where I was. I was out and about without my gps.
In my younger days, when I was first doing the whole broadcasting thing, I used to carry around this cd case in my briefcase. The cd case had 100 cd's in it. I called it my bag of tricks because no matter what kind of producttion emergency I found myself in, I could find a solution inside that cd case. If one needed a rockin tune about boobs, I had acdc, if one needed frank Sinatra, for what I am not sure, I had that. There were wizzes and wooshies, dzzzts and zooms. Shabang and Classical guitar. It was legendary in some very very small circles.
In some equally small but slightly different circles, I am a go to guy for heads up conversation, but something has happened to me of late. I am all locked up and simply not functioning properly. I have tried banging on the overhead circuitry ala Han Solo in Empire but it hasn't had the desired effect.
I think I require something more drastic.
I think I require a hug and a henderson!
I bet you are wondering what the difference betweeen the two is. I will tell you since you asked so nicely. The difference is that a music nerd knows the most obscure bands and artists to ever play a wirly wizzit concert on the third Sunday of a Month where it didn't rain in London while three lions were killed in Africa by Poachers during the festival of Shimshammery in Vegas. The answer by the way, I had to look this up, is New Riders of the Purple Sage. (that is the only joke I have ever told that only my step dad would find funny).
A geek is just a guy who really likes music, uses it to alter moods, and takes pride in having an eclectic mix of music most people have heard of. Headstone notwithstanding.
I noticed today that I in fact have a playlist for just about every occasion. I have a playlist for when it is raining outside, for when I am cleaning, for when I am playing baseball on the ps3, for when I am killing people with lightsabers, for when I am writing, for when I am masturbating...er uhmmm did I typoe that last one out loud? Ok so not quite every occasion, but for most of them anyway.
I even have a playlist for when I am talking to certain people, Like Alley for instance. I have a number of songs which I play in order to remind myself that I am a tough no nonsense dude who cannot be pushed around. I generally need this music because she emasculates me on a regular basis. "I think you just suck at that game."
This I think is what can establish my bonefides as a music geek.
I am also one of those people that likes to think he is a smooth talker. Not in the way that allows a person to talk women out of their panties, or men out of their checkbooks, but in the way that I can control the flow of a conversation and generally the tone thereof and effect others emotional states.
I have this sort of set of mental iTunes playlists for when a certain line of discussion is needed. I have several of them and am able to scroll through them generally faster than my crappy laptop can scroll through my list of downloaded porn.
This is a handy thing to have in case you find yourself in a conversation about thermall nuclear war for example. You are able to scroll either to your playlist that is about Mathew Broderick movies or the one you reserve for talking to people who live in the 80's. There is some overlap of those two playlists.
Sometimes, but rarely, I am stuck without a playlist, either a musical one or a mental talk file one. Last night I found myself in this very situation. I could not access cheesy song lyrics or witty banter, and it frustrated the bedazzle out of me.
Have you ever been in as position where you are flipping through possible relevant lists but not finding the one you are looking for?
I was in that situation. Concerned friend didn't seem to fit. The rise and fall of the Byzintine Empire didn't seem to fit. Creepy sex guy didn't seem to fit. Desperate to please guy didn't seem to fit.
For the first time in a long time, my list of convo themes wass as useless to me as my music playlists at Marlee Matlin's birthday party. (OMG! He just made fun of that sexy deaf woman who plays every single sexy deaf woman role ever on television and in movies, can we laugh or should we boo? We should realise we are now stuck in a Wil Wheatonesque parenthetical which may never end, all because political correctness has led us astray, make it stop, for the love of all that is sacred in this world why won't it...). I wanted to be supportive friend, and I wanted to also be celebratory guy. It is rarely in my nature to celebrate the misfortune of others, unless someone is being hit in the groin by a baby, but sometimes their misfortune is my gain.
The situation can only lead to something good for me. Whether it is my Florida dream, more weird telephone calls, or less bitching about life, something good is going to come of this, and I feel guilty for being happy.
I know that I am sometimes the guy that is relied upon to make others feel good about their lot in life, be it by being the prime example of how not to life, or by smooth talking with the wisdom from my extensive playlist. I genuinely feel bad that all I could offer was an ear. I know sometimes that is good, but dammit, I am better than that.
I couldn't even find an appropriate song because there was none required for the emotional state of being. I was more useless than I have ever been.
In some ways, I think it was because I had no idea what was expected of me. I wasn't sure what my roll was, nor what to expect in return. It seems odd to say that, but it was one of those things where a nything could come out of my mouth, and some of it very ungood. My instincts were shot and I had no idea where I was. I was out and about without my gps.
In my younger days, when I was first doing the whole broadcasting thing, I used to carry around this cd case in my briefcase. The cd case had 100 cd's in it. I called it my bag of tricks because no matter what kind of producttion emergency I found myself in, I could find a solution inside that cd case. If one needed a rockin tune about boobs, I had acdc, if one needed frank Sinatra, for what I am not sure, I had that. There were wizzes and wooshies, dzzzts and zooms. Shabang and Classical guitar. It was legendary in some very very small circles.
In some equally small but slightly different circles, I am a go to guy for heads up conversation, but something has happened to me of late. I am all locked up and simply not functioning properly. I have tried banging on the overhead circuitry ala Han Solo in Empire but it hasn't had the desired effect.
I think I require something more drastic.
I think I require a hug and a henderson!
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