The One Where I Talk About Real Life!

i apologize in advance that this isn't as deep/spiritual/fragmented as rosie o'donnell's blog ( http://onceadored.blogspot.com/ ).



but anyway, i've slogged though my brain and will now tell you what's up with my life (and subsequently pretend you are interested.) i've got a lot of new toys to play with, in a very non-sexual manner:



i.e.: (as you can see on the left via the fun photo-inserting options that blogspot offers) the panasonic slimline autostop tape recorder i got on ebay. (it was former property of the oregon department of agriculture... i feel so priviliged!) so i've been recording my dog, my mom singing songs about my dog, drunk-ramblings via phone. it's too much fun really... oh, and think twice before you drunk dial me.





also! much thanks again to the people of panasonic, i solifidied my status as an indie prick, (for $10 at a yard sale) and bought a turntable. unfortunately the tom jones record collection that mendon got me is a bit warped... but it does make for an experimental/progressive remix of "it's not unusual". other than that, i've been spinning some vivaldi (the badass motherfucker that he is) and, as though i can't get any prick-ier, tapes n' tapes.



aside from that, i've been keeping it real, catching the deals (for http://www.dealcatcher.com/ because i haven't plugged it recently) and basically clubbing with paris since she's out of jail now.


deez nuts.


lately, i've been really wanting to get a tattoo. but, watching marathons of miami ink will do that to you, i guess. i'm thinking a tribal armband, a koi fish swimming upstream to represent overcoming hardships, or maybe a lower back butterfly. thoughts?


and then i discovered i have an uncanny knack for drawing cephalopods. who knew?


DAS whassup.

From Yuck to Yum!

sometimes when i read a headline or article in the york daily record, i half-expect it to say "*just kidding!" at the end. but no, they're never kidding. i apologize if any of you are somehow affiliated with the york daily record. actually no, rather, to anyone who is involved with creating this glorious gem of local journalism: you owe me an apology. especially you... mike argento.

oh and, at some point i think i'll make another legit post. i just need to sift through all the really exciting things in my life to decide which one to blog about. blog, slog.

also, i'm going insane. ={D

KBYE

Un Caballero y Dos Mujeres

i have gone a week without showering... within the last 3 months.

i have drawn a handlebar mustache on with eyeliner, just to see what it would look like... within the last 3 DAYS.

and i think i'm a cooler person for it.

"yeah, that WOULD be hard on rollerskates!"

well. since zach meyer validated my existence, this sucker is getting updated.

IT'S SUMMER. today, the myers family took a day trip to the national zoo in D.C. and it was a pretty huge adventure (as though it could be anything short of that). i think somewhere along the way down, i decided to bring my tape recorder on our next vacation so that we can record our first myers family album (including many original tracks like "hershey! the musical" and "the father's day song" but also some old favorites like our collaborative/terrifying cover of "afternoon delight"). i'll let you know when it drops. that shit will be a big deal.

things i learned today:
- a panda's diet consists of 99% bamboo...and they spend 16 hours a day eating it! (err, and by 'it' i also mean bamboo, sickos)
- there are only 2,500 red pandas left in the world
- red pandas don't look anything like real pandas, so they kind of suck
- the octopus is my favorite animal: it it generally mild-mannered and even shy
- octopi never actually grew to enormous sizes and attacked ships in the olden days
- you can hear a howler monkey's yell from 5 miles away!
- anacondas are GIGANTIC (i think i set my sister up for a good "that's what she said" when i saw one)


...and then the barren woman's asshole husband was magically transformed into a baby, and she happily raised it as her own. then, in a completely unrelated storyline, a satanic monkey toy, being pursued by merlin, continues to kill things with it's red, glowing eyes and cymbal until it is restored to it's rightful owner and safely tucked away in his shop of mystical wonders... yeah, that WAS a good episode of MST3k.



well, golly, i really did a number on this entry!

the end!