I have myself on a good regimen: do a comic and a musical composition every day.
I'm constantly aware of the Retrospect Pretentiousness-Toolbag Factor. It should be a law of existence. I will even look back on these sentences and think I was dumb for writing them.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
!@#$1234
I don't know how to feel about myself. I'm debating whether I have any talent. Maybe I'm just afflicted with confidence. I'm gonna try to enter Tim and Eric's promo contest for season five. It'll be my first official video project. I did some recording this weekend for Chris's tongue-in-cheek metalcore project called "verbnounverb". Although I only used two really generic vocal tones, I'm happy with the outcome. He told me that he wanted the name of the song to be "Physics Is Phun," so I wrote it as if I were Einstein with a migraine. There's some funny reference to Einstein stuff. I think my favorite part is:
Frankie
You want a bomb?
Find uranium
And build it yourself
There's also a part about James Clerk Maxwell and a part about relativity. The final breakdown is E=MC^2.
Super Bowl today. I have the Colts in the bet, but I think the Saints have the valiant factor.
I've been whining to myself lately about how I wish I had the capability to make my own music. The thing is, I do have that capability. I'm just not interested in putting in the work. I hate that about myself. I think I'll just forever continue to search for a band that I can be a vocalist for. Being a vocalist is easy. Too easy. They put in about 1/20 of the effort that the rest of the musicians put in. Granted, there are some notably "great" vocalists, but that doesn't change the fact that they really don't have to work very hard to produce their results. I want to be like Peet from iamerror. He calls himself Monomate now and he does these great instrumentals which I'm pretty sure he does entirely with Fruity Loops. Fuck. I hope brain waves can be converted into visual and audio before I die. I have great music in my head. I'm sure everybody does though.
I find myself getting really fired up over the war on drugs lately. If I weren't afraid that it would affect the rest of my dreams in life, I think I would want to be the Martin Luther King of the drug revolution. My policy would be to legalize marijuana, psilocybin, peyote(mescaline), and LSD. Every other drug, I would want decriminalized and education put into effect to warn of the dangers (the real dangers, not the government propagandized dangers) of all drugs. Conveniently, no real dangers have been tied to marijuana and no conclusive dangers have been tied to psilocybin, mescaline, or LSD as far as I've seen in my dabbled research. Apparently most of the shit we've heard about these drugs is complete garbage. One thing that has scared me most about LSD is the "flashbacks," but I'm reading in a lot of places that accounts of flashbacks are extremely exaggerated and hyberbolized. Also, LSD doesn't stay in your spinal cord.
I found out recently that Tim and Eric went to Temple and that Tim grew up in Allentown. That's pretty neat.
That's all for now I think. Oh, I can't wait for Final Fantasy XIII. They fixed the stupid battle system that they imposed in FFXII. It's still not the original battle system though. What it is now is that you can see the enemies on the world map, but now when you come into contact with them, it does the whoosh cutscene thing and then you battle. In FFXII, all the battling took place right in the main walking-around gameplay. The original, of course, is random whoosh cutscenes as you're walking around without warning. That's why FFX will remain the best title in the series.
That's all for now I think.
Frankie
You want a bomb?
Find uranium
And build it yourself
There's also a part about James Clerk Maxwell and a part about relativity. The final breakdown is E=MC^2.
Super Bowl today. I have the Colts in the bet, but I think the Saints have the valiant factor.
I've been whining to myself lately about how I wish I had the capability to make my own music. The thing is, I do have that capability. I'm just not interested in putting in the work. I hate that about myself. I think I'll just forever continue to search for a band that I can be a vocalist for. Being a vocalist is easy. Too easy. They put in about 1/20 of the effort that the rest of the musicians put in. Granted, there are some notably "great" vocalists, but that doesn't change the fact that they really don't have to work very hard to produce their results. I want to be like Peet from iamerror. He calls himself Monomate now and he does these great instrumentals which I'm pretty sure he does entirely with Fruity Loops. Fuck. I hope brain waves can be converted into visual and audio before I die. I have great music in my head. I'm sure everybody does though.
I find myself getting really fired up over the war on drugs lately. If I weren't afraid that it would affect the rest of my dreams in life, I think I would want to be the Martin Luther King of the drug revolution. My policy would be to legalize marijuana, psilocybin, peyote(mescaline), and LSD. Every other drug, I would want decriminalized and education put into effect to warn of the dangers (the real dangers, not the government propagandized dangers) of all drugs. Conveniently, no real dangers have been tied to marijuana and no conclusive dangers have been tied to psilocybin, mescaline, or LSD as far as I've seen in my dabbled research. Apparently most of the shit we've heard about these drugs is complete garbage. One thing that has scared me most about LSD is the "flashbacks," but I'm reading in a lot of places that accounts of flashbacks are extremely exaggerated and hyberbolized. Also, LSD doesn't stay in your spinal cord.
I found out recently that Tim and Eric went to Temple and that Tim grew up in Allentown. That's pretty neat.
That's all for now I think. Oh, I can't wait for Final Fantasy XIII. They fixed the stupid battle system that they imposed in FFXII. It's still not the original battle system though. What it is now is that you can see the enemies on the world map, but now when you come into contact with them, it does the whoosh cutscene thing and then you battle. In FFXII, all the battling took place right in the main walking-around gameplay. The original, of course, is random whoosh cutscenes as you're walking around without warning. That's why FFX will remain the best title in the series.
That's all for now I think.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
home for winter
I've been home getting my re-lax on for a few days now. It feels good to be home.
I'm working on a flash cartoon that is very sad.
Dave and I are cooking up something awesome for [as].
Modern Warfare 2 rules.
So do kiffles.
I'm working on a flash cartoon that is very sad.
Dave and I are cooking up something awesome for [as].
Modern Warfare 2 rules.
So do kiffles.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
chicken nachos
I had dinner at my roommate from last year's apartment. It was very good. He made us chicken nachos with black beans. They were really good.
Monday, November 9, 2009
behind the door
I had a long, gassy day. I ate my lunch too quickly and that resulted in me having to suppress burps all day. Stinky Chinese burps.
The highlight of the day was an encounter with one of my classmates in poetry. My desk is behind the door, just beside the doorstop installed into the floor. When I was standing beside it putting on my sweatshirt as we were packing up to go, she trapped me behind the door as she was leaving and looked at me through the glass of the door. I made the "zombie cancer" face from the Awesome Center cartoon and she laughed and let me go. She's very nice and she is fair. She calls people out when they are overanalyzing things. Her outside knowledge of poetry brings on a hint of pretentiousness every now and then, but in general her comments are founded. The best thing, though, is that's she's a lesbian and she is very much one of the guys. I overheard her in conversation once talking about how a girl was cute with some other guys in my class and it made me smile. Also, I think I once overheard her say that she was a drummer and that she filled in for the drummer of Algernon Cadwallader on a tour once. I should try to conversate with her about that. She's that kind of rare person that I think I'd enjoy hanging out with. Usually, I only feel that way about people I look up to, or people named Dave Meyers or Jake Schroer. Hopefully something comes out of this. If nothing does, I'll regret it for the rest of my life every now and then. It's one of those things.
I'm listening to the new Russian Circles album actively for the first time right now. It's very good. So far, I like track two the best. I think it will stay that way.
My nose has been running all day in a way that feels like condensation is just slowly and constantly building up on the inside of my nostril. It's really irritating. Also, my sinuses feel swollen and this makes it so I can't blow my nose very effectively.
I wrote all over my left hand today as I listened to people's shitty poetry analyses. Is that the proper pluralization of analysis? My spell check is calling me an asshole. Fuck it. Anyway, I wrote all over my hand. There's stars and bubbles and lines and squares and circles and ovals and words and triangles and punctuation and hiragana and reminders and sentences and the word "DERP" written vertically down the side of my palm.
I can feel the twenty chicken wings from last night swimming through my intestines.
The highlight of the day was an encounter with one of my classmates in poetry. My desk is behind the door, just beside the doorstop installed into the floor. When I was standing beside it putting on my sweatshirt as we were packing up to go, she trapped me behind the door as she was leaving and looked at me through the glass of the door. I made the "zombie cancer" face from the Awesome Center cartoon and she laughed and let me go. She's very nice and she is fair. She calls people out when they are overanalyzing things. Her outside knowledge of poetry brings on a hint of pretentiousness every now and then, but in general her comments are founded. The best thing, though, is that's she's a lesbian and she is very much one of the guys. I overheard her in conversation once talking about how a girl was cute with some other guys in my class and it made me smile. Also, I think I once overheard her say that she was a drummer and that she filled in for the drummer of Algernon Cadwallader on a tour once. I should try to conversate with her about that. She's that kind of rare person that I think I'd enjoy hanging out with. Usually, I only feel that way about people I look up to, or people named Dave Meyers or Jake Schroer. Hopefully something comes out of this. If nothing does, I'll regret it for the rest of my life every now and then. It's one of those things.
I'm listening to the new Russian Circles album actively for the first time right now. It's very good. So far, I like track two the best. I think it will stay that way.
My nose has been running all day in a way that feels like condensation is just slowly and constantly building up on the inside of my nostril. It's really irritating. Also, my sinuses feel swollen and this makes it so I can't blow my nose very effectively.
I wrote all over my left hand today as I listened to people's shitty poetry analyses. Is that the proper pluralization of analysis? My spell check is calling me an asshole. Fuck it. Anyway, I wrote all over my hand. There's stars and bubbles and lines and squares and circles and ovals and words and triangles and punctuation and hiragana and reminders and sentences and the word "DERP" written vertically down the side of my palm.
I can feel the twenty chicken wings from last night swimming through my intestines.
there's a nice purple lion beside me
I need to make it a point to post in this a little more often. Thoughts that aren't so big that happen on a day to day basis are interesting. I want to try to preserve those. Also, I want to preserve the mood that I get in every now and then where I become very blue and decide that I'm motivated enough to do just about anything. I was in that mood for most of the day yesterday, but it's mostly gone now. I don't like the fact that it's gone now. It's so fleeting. I need it. Otherwise, I'm a pile of lazy gunk.
I really need to get back into the position where I can write and perform music. I need to find musicians that are good and that I can easily communicate my ideas with. I'm not good enough as an instrumentalist to produce anything of my own, but one of the only things that I'll ever be confident in is the fact that I'm a pretty decent vocalist and that I have the ability to think up music and communicate it to people who can execute it and also supplement it with the ideas that they have. I had a taste of that when I was in Lest We Forget. One of the best passages of music that we wrote in that band was due in great part to a thought that I tried really hard to communicate to the T and it turned out to be very good. I need to be in that kind of atmosphere again, except this time in a style of music that I really love. I want to combine every kind of music that I like into a huge style that has a few foundations and endless possibilities.
My girlfriend printed out a coloring page of a cute lion and she colored it in with different shades of purple for me. I like it a lot.
I need to find a way to reach out into this big, muddled mass that society is today and find people who share my desire to make good music. Explosions In The Sky got started because one of the members put up some fliers. Nothing is that easy anymore. Even with convenient things like Craigslist around, it seems that the only people that want to play music nowadays are between the ages of thirteen and seventeen and they either want to play music like Paramore or Alesana.
The generations after me are complete garbage and the generations before me are so goddamned respectable. I'm part of the little hairline crack between them. Being born in 1990 is a pain in the ass.
I really need to get back into the position where I can write and perform music. I need to find musicians that are good and that I can easily communicate my ideas with. I'm not good enough as an instrumentalist to produce anything of my own, but one of the only things that I'll ever be confident in is the fact that I'm a pretty decent vocalist and that I have the ability to think up music and communicate it to people who can execute it and also supplement it with the ideas that they have. I had a taste of that when I was in Lest We Forget. One of the best passages of music that we wrote in that band was due in great part to a thought that I tried really hard to communicate to the T and it turned out to be very good. I need to be in that kind of atmosphere again, except this time in a style of music that I really love. I want to combine every kind of music that I like into a huge style that has a few foundations and endless possibilities.
My girlfriend printed out a coloring page of a cute lion and she colored it in with different shades of purple for me. I like it a lot.
I need to find a way to reach out into this big, muddled mass that society is today and find people who share my desire to make good music. Explosions In The Sky got started because one of the members put up some fliers. Nothing is that easy anymore. Even with convenient things like Craigslist around, it seems that the only people that want to play music nowadays are between the ages of thirteen and seventeen and they either want to play music like Paramore or Alesana.
The generations after me are complete garbage and the generations before me are so goddamned respectable. I'm part of the little hairline crack between them. Being born in 1990 is a pain in the ass.
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