Sunday, February 21, 2010
unproductive days part 2: slightly more productive
Thursday, February 18, 2010
damn you unproductive days
Monday, February 15, 2010
Rants & Ravings From Behind The Looking Glass #1
Saturday, February 13, 2010
every day
tired of putting on the same pants and shirt for work like I've been doing for the last 2 1/2 years. I'm sick of the same people waltzing into my cafe, with their little quirks and specialty orders... tall soy quad shot latte no foam steamed to 134 degrees on the dot...FUCK YOU! I hate to be like the guy from Role Models but the fucking sizes are SMALL MEDIUM AND LARGE!, get it fucking straight, the shit people do and say to be apart of the hip culture at the expense of simplicity fucking astonishes me. I'm sick of corporate... doing what they think is best for stores they've never worked in, not giving a shit about our input, cutting hours at christmas time...yeah that's really gonna help customer relations and sales...make them wait in a line that extends to the back of the store cause you wanted to show a profit for the year...FUCK YOU.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
One good thing came from last sunday...
Secondly FUCK KEVIN AND BEAN! I'm sorry you cant appreciate a band that has done more for music than one little quip out of your mouths will ever do for...whatever industry it is you consider yourselves a part of. The guitarists' stomach was showing for a split second...REALLY? thats a legitiamit reason behind your line of hatred for the performance, if you were serious than you must of fucken HATED the janet jackson nipple slip.
Anyway primative monkeys aside... I loved the half time show. And it made me love The Who more than I have in a very long time. There was a time when these band members were my idols (1964-1978 of course, pre keith moon downfall), but for whatever reason I've lost touch with my adoration for them, mainly because i came across a band by the name of against me. But yeah, all I've been listening to this last week is The Who, and i really think everyone needs to give them a listen if you haven't...pack a bowl, close your eyes and blast the masterpiece rock-opera that is Quadrophenia.
p.s. Peyton Manning you are still the man, one of the greats, and you will get a second superbowl win!
Top 10 Films of 2009
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I'm not quite sure what this is. I just got back from Dennys' with the greg, steven and yvette. And we were talking about the blogs we have and that we'll soon be starting. Yvette ridiculed and said i should make another post before i do my top ten movies of 2009 (faggy huh?). And then steven started talking about writing. And i don't know...when i got home i had the sudden urge to write something... so this is for steven, greg, yvette and the waiter who undoubtedly spit in our food... but mainly to appease yvette before i post my movie post.
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I cross the intersection. The light was red. Red reminding me of the color of her hair. The rare mysterious ginger that all guys dream about. Ginger sans the freckles, perfect complexion, not one single blemish to be found on her perfect bodess.
I don’t stop for the next red light at the intersection, i push on through. I nearly hit a young woman, i could care less.
I speed up past the pre-determined speed limit for this particular area, i don't care, anything to get me there faster.
I look around as i speed through town. I see an eye glass store. And as they all do, this one had the generic pictures of models doing as they do...modeling, modeling glasses. One particular one had the image of a girls’ visage; pert lips, perfectly shaped nose and cheek bones. Perched upon these cheek bones were thick rimmed glasses, the very same she wore. Or maybe not, maybe i mistook them for hers in my speeding frenzy, i don’t care, all this’ll be behind me soon enough.
I arrive in a residential area, almost there i think. I see kids playing, frolicking as they do amongst the sprinklers and toys in their front yard, no doubt one of the last remaining places around where the young can play care free outside, without fear, fear of predators and abduction. Who cares. So they get taken and molested, so their life ends that very day....they should be so lucky. Most end mid twenties, when everything you dreamt of is crushed by the man, and everything your heart desired by the woman. At least they’ll never experience that pain, the pain of selling out just to survive. Thats whats wrong with this generation...the acceptance of selling out as an inevitability.
I drive for another couple blocks and i see it beyond the horizon...my destination. I see the seagulls flying up above me. I smell the salt of the water that surrounds us all. I get close, I put my foot down, down as far as it can go to make it all go faster. I drive as fast as I possibly can for a few seconds, and then im flying. And for a few fleeting moments im hanging, suspended in air, slowly tipping southward. All i see through my window is blue...vast and unrelenting blue... I’ll be at the bottom of an endless plane of land and water soon enough. I’ll be dead, but will I really be that much different than the living?
Monday, February 8, 2010
They As IN Them
Ladys and gentlemen I implore you, nay, I demand that you check out a local punk band by the name of They As IN Them. Featuring veteran punk rockers from el monte and monrovia, it's el monte/monrovia punk fusion at it's BEST!