Well, if you like the show Lost and have not seen the finale please read no further as I am about to do some commentary.
Dear Lost. I have two words for you. Fuck You.
I stuck with you for the last 5 years even when you took long breaks and time off to do god knows what. And THAT is what I got. Seriously? Did you fucking forget where you were going with that? Did you get that ending off of a Bazooka Joe gum wrapper? What The Fuck?!
Now there may be some people out there who are like "Oh no, it was deep" or "Don't you see the underlying meaning?"
No, I don't. Why? Cause there isn't any. They didn't plan for the ending and we got crap. I mean, was the island purgatory all along, or some sort of stopping point? What was the point of the following things that were not addressed: The old lady, Whittmore, any of the crap like the bottle of scotch that showed up like 70 times, and did the people in the plane make it home or did they die on the FUCKING WAY COME ON!
So needless to say, there will be many people out there who get a lot of different things from the show, some will think it is a masterpiece and some will not. But I think in one way this show lives up to its name. In the end, we, as the audience, are still so very very Lost. But not so much, as it may appear, as the writers. This show was entertaining, but entertaining like Circus Ole'. Splashy, confusing, and possibly foreign, and in the end you still have no idea what happened but might involve some kid flying an imaginary kite.
So needless to say I went out today and bought my new form of entertainment. That's right. A bucket of paint. I am going to watch paint dry.
Lost Commentary by one of the actors. It makes about as much sense as any of it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TylGeXzd9as
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Mouth Urinal - Kind of sums up my feelings right now.
http://www.google.com/patents?id=htR7AAAAEBAJ&printsec=abstract&zoom=4#v=onepage&q&f=false
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Blog 32: Alwayse a bit too busy,
You know I realized something the other day. I'm doing something wrong. And you want to know how I came to this realization? I was riding on the elevator and the Janitor has a better phone than I do. I have never had the "up to date" phone service. You have people running around with IPhones and whatnot and I'm rocking a phone that I literally HANDLE LIKE GLASS cause I have had it replaced 3 times because it is pretty much MADE LIKE GLASS.
Let me tell you about my replacements.
Time 1: I was carrying my ipod headphones in my pocket, and I pulled my phone out to see that the screen had apparently cracked. From my Ipod Headphones. Not really the most vicious of things Ipod headphones. Phone, you suck.
Time 2: Now this was a little embarrasing I must admit. My phone speaker apparently worked itself loose so it would make a buzzing noise when people talked, which made conversations annoying. But now here is the weird part. Apparently one of my ears can hear ultra high frequencies, and you guessed it, it is the ear I usually listen on my phone with. That's right, I had to go in to the Verizon store, and ask them to replace my phone because I could hear it making a noise that NO ONE ELSE COULD HEAR. But to their credit they did replace it, or more likely took it out back and slapped it around a bit.
Time 3: This time was more my fault, but I still hate the phone. I was at a cerimony set up for work where we were putting up balloon sculptures (that's right, I makes balloon sculptures at work. I am a veritable party machine) and was standing on the stage, backing up to take a broader look at the job when I walked off the stage. To my credit when I fell I actually managed a backward tumble and landed on my feet (GO ME!) but the cost was rolling over my phone and, you guessed it, cracking the screen AGAIN.
So now I am on phone 4, the same delightful Verizon Voyager as it is apparently grandfathered in so I don't have to pay for the super retarded manditory internet verizon is instigating on all phones now that gives you enough coverage to basically visit your email once a month. Uber lame. So I am continuing to handle it like glass.
But back to my point, I struggle, yes STRUGGLE with this phone, but a janitor walks around with an IPhone. Seriously?!? Are him and all his immigrant buddies on a family plan so they each pay like a dollar? I don't get it. I think it was how I was raised, to save a few dollars by getting the cheap option, but what they don't tell you, and yes my phone is a PERFECT EXAMPLE is that if you pay more, you don't end up replacing your phone THREE TIMES. Fail on my part.
Lets see, what other topics of interest. Oh yes, I did come up with this idea. I want to be a porn extra. Think about it. I want to be in as many porns as possible as like some background guy. I want to become the Where's Waldo of porn. Maybe some day people will make drinking games of me. Now THAT is a way to be immortalized. To have a drinking game named after you. Success!
Aside from that things are the usual. Work, stress, sleep, not enough candyfloss. The usual.
CONTINUED!
6325260
Classy Condom Holder
http://www.google.com/patents?id=gd0HAAAAEBAJ&printsec=abstract&zoom=4&source=gbs_overview_r&cad=0#v=onepage&q&f=false
Let me tell you about my replacements.
Time 1: I was carrying my ipod headphones in my pocket, and I pulled my phone out to see that the screen had apparently cracked. From my Ipod Headphones. Not really the most vicious of things Ipod headphones. Phone, you suck.
Time 2: Now this was a little embarrasing I must admit. My phone speaker apparently worked itself loose so it would make a buzzing noise when people talked, which made conversations annoying. But now here is the weird part. Apparently one of my ears can hear ultra high frequencies, and you guessed it, it is the ear I usually listen on my phone with. That's right, I had to go in to the Verizon store, and ask them to replace my phone because I could hear it making a noise that NO ONE ELSE COULD HEAR. But to their credit they did replace it, or more likely took it out back and slapped it around a bit.
Time 3: This time was more my fault, but I still hate the phone. I was at a cerimony set up for work where we were putting up balloon sculptures (that's right, I makes balloon sculptures at work. I am a veritable party machine) and was standing on the stage, backing up to take a broader look at the job when I walked off the stage. To my credit when I fell I actually managed a backward tumble and landed on my feet (GO ME!) but the cost was rolling over my phone and, you guessed it, cracking the screen AGAIN.
So now I am on phone 4, the same delightful Verizon Voyager as it is apparently grandfathered in so I don't have to pay for the super retarded manditory internet verizon is instigating on all phones now that gives you enough coverage to basically visit your email once a month. Uber lame. So I am continuing to handle it like glass.
But back to my point, I struggle, yes STRUGGLE with this phone, but a janitor walks around with an IPhone. Seriously?!? Are him and all his immigrant buddies on a family plan so they each pay like a dollar? I don't get it. I think it was how I was raised, to save a few dollars by getting the cheap option, but what they don't tell you, and yes my phone is a PERFECT EXAMPLE is that if you pay more, you don't end up replacing your phone THREE TIMES. Fail on my part.
Lets see, what other topics of interest. Oh yes, I did come up with this idea. I want to be a porn extra. Think about it. I want to be in as many porns as possible as like some background guy. I want to become the Where's Waldo of porn. Maybe some day people will make drinking games of me. Now THAT is a way to be immortalized. To have a drinking game named after you. Success!
Aside from that things are the usual. Work, stress, sleep, not enough candyfloss. The usual.
CONTINUED!
6325260
Classy Condom Holder
http://www.google.com/patents?id=gd0HAAAAEBAJ&printsec=abstract&zoom=4&source=gbs_overview_r&cad=0#v=onepage&q&f=false
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Blog 31: Iminent Demise
I find it rather amusing that while I am writing this the fire alarm on the floor below us is going off. Now I'm no Master of the Thermal arts, but I think heat rises. Perhaps they have already signed us off as doomed to burn so don't even turn on the fire alarms on our floor. Well if this is my last will an testament I want all my friends to do a cage match and whomever comes out on top and get anything Meg doesn't want. Cage Matches, the Venn Diagram of the real world.
Well this week has been.... stressful. The girl and I had rent auditions this week as well as a slew of other events. Now as a bit of Back story Meg had wanted to try out for rent and I was all about it cause I think she could rock the stage, so she has been practising up, and is sounding really good, and also really looking the part. So on Monday I had planned on doing my audition as I had plans Tues. But Meg wanted to go with me and audition Monday so I was thinking fine, but then she went for a last minute tune up with her vocal coach who out of the blue decides she needed to do a different audition piece. Very strange to me, but oh well, so the girl is freakin a bit and I decide to push us back to audition on Tuesday.
Now the one thing that annoyed me about pushing back the audition date was that I had planned to attend a meeting with the city as I want to build a fence to keep the riff raff out of my yard, and someone else was pitching something similar to the city on Tues that I wanted to sit in on. So sadly I must now stalk this person and ask them myself as I missed the meeting.
So we go to auditions last night and HOLY CRAP. My audition number was 55. That is right, I was the fifty fifth person to try out yesterday. And more kept flooding in. I can only assume well over 100 people tried out for this show. I call them "Renties" People who are in love with the musical Rent and for whom it has been their life long dream to be in the show. And some of the people auditioning were HYSTERICAL. There was a broad range of talent, some good, some very very American Idle first run cuts. Now I am not going to bash, cause I must tip my hat to anyone with the guts to get on stage and give it a go. But man my heart hurt for a couple of them.
So we await to see if we made callbacks. Dun dun dun!
Anyway, what else have I been up to. Not a whole lot. The usual work and gym. Something I found odd is that people at work are seeming scary! I am trying to just start convos with people at work that I do not know, and I don't know if it is my approach or if they are just cynical. One person I actually said hello to led with something to the effect of "I hate my job". SCARY! I don't know how my mom does it. My mom is a friggin WIZARD when it comes to meeting people. I think it is because she looks kind of like a grandmother in the making and you kind of expect her to whip out a batch of cookies. She also meets the craziest people. She has connections, luckily for me, and still very oddly, to some of the larger producers and directors in Hollywood. Usually through their parents mind you. I guess she just hits up all the older people events and rocks them out. Go mom.
The parents are doing something very interesting too with their house. I may have already mentioned this, but I do not think so. They are creating a "Train Garden". Where this is apparently their garden, yes, follow me on this one. With trains in it. Little model trains that come running out of the Garage sharing the cat door and probably scaring the PISS out of the cats, and running through the garden (any kind of weather cause they are water proof trains) and heading back into the garage. Now I originally though this to be a bit eccentric but good for them cause it would be an amusing project. But then I told Meg. And even the wheels in MY head started to turn. And so now the girl and I are thinking of turning our garden plots into, yes, wait for it. A Fairy Garden. Where we would have small fairy houses and probably plant peppers and herbs and ornamentation what we could still harvest. Hence another reason for the privacy fence so the riff raff doesn't oggle my fairies. Hmm that was not a phrase I thought I would ever use.
Anywho. I am bored at work and the fire alarms have stopped and while it may seem a little warmer I have not died. So I am off for some morning Coffee.
TA!
4605000
Greenhouse Helmet: I'm rather surprised this hasn't been used as an advert for going green...
http://www.google.com/patents?id=-n4uAAAAEBAJ&printsec=abstract&zoom=4&source=gbs_overview_r&cad=0#v=onepage&q&f=false
Well this week has been.... stressful. The girl and I had rent auditions this week as well as a slew of other events. Now as a bit of Back story Meg had wanted to try out for rent and I was all about it cause I think she could rock the stage, so she has been practising up, and is sounding really good, and also really looking the part. So on Monday I had planned on doing my audition as I had plans Tues. But Meg wanted to go with me and audition Monday so I was thinking fine, but then she went for a last minute tune up with her vocal coach who out of the blue decides she needed to do a different audition piece. Very strange to me, but oh well, so the girl is freakin a bit and I decide to push us back to audition on Tuesday.
Now the one thing that annoyed me about pushing back the audition date was that I had planned to attend a meeting with the city as I want to build a fence to keep the riff raff out of my yard, and someone else was pitching something similar to the city on Tues that I wanted to sit in on. So sadly I must now stalk this person and ask them myself as I missed the meeting.
So we go to auditions last night and HOLY CRAP. My audition number was 55. That is right, I was the fifty fifth person to try out yesterday. And more kept flooding in. I can only assume well over 100 people tried out for this show. I call them "Renties" People who are in love with the musical Rent and for whom it has been their life long dream to be in the show. And some of the people auditioning were HYSTERICAL. There was a broad range of talent, some good, some very very American Idle first run cuts. Now I am not going to bash, cause I must tip my hat to anyone with the guts to get on stage and give it a go. But man my heart hurt for a couple of them.
So we await to see if we made callbacks. Dun dun dun!
Anyway, what else have I been up to. Not a whole lot. The usual work and gym. Something I found odd is that people at work are seeming scary! I am trying to just start convos with people at work that I do not know, and I don't know if it is my approach or if they are just cynical. One person I actually said hello to led with something to the effect of "I hate my job". SCARY! I don't know how my mom does it. My mom is a friggin WIZARD when it comes to meeting people. I think it is because she looks kind of like a grandmother in the making and you kind of expect her to whip out a batch of cookies. She also meets the craziest people. She has connections, luckily for me, and still very oddly, to some of the larger producers and directors in Hollywood. Usually through their parents mind you. I guess she just hits up all the older people events and rocks them out. Go mom.
The parents are doing something very interesting too with their house. I may have already mentioned this, but I do not think so. They are creating a "Train Garden". Where this is apparently their garden, yes, follow me on this one. With trains in it. Little model trains that come running out of the Garage sharing the cat door and probably scaring the PISS out of the cats, and running through the garden (any kind of weather cause they are water proof trains) and heading back into the garage. Now I originally though this to be a bit eccentric but good for them cause it would be an amusing project. But then I told Meg. And even the wheels in MY head started to turn. And so now the girl and I are thinking of turning our garden plots into, yes, wait for it. A Fairy Garden. Where we would have small fairy houses and probably plant peppers and herbs and ornamentation what we could still harvest. Hence another reason for the privacy fence so the riff raff doesn't oggle my fairies. Hmm that was not a phrase I thought I would ever use.
Anywho. I am bored at work and the fire alarms have stopped and while it may seem a little warmer I have not died. So I am off for some morning Coffee.
TA!
4605000
Greenhouse Helmet: I'm rather surprised this hasn't been used as an advert for going green...
http://www.google.com/patents?id=-n4uAAAAEBAJ&printsec=abstract&zoom=4&source=gbs_overview_r&cad=0#v=onepage&q&f=false
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