In the beginning there was but few sources of online amusement.
At the end there will be far too many.
But now there's just enough where I can squeeze this video in and not look to foolish.
Brought to you by the lovable Chris Cummings
the adorable Javiera Cubillos
and the cunning mastermind who intends to make Chris take the fall should this video not work, yours truly, the D-man.
enjoy or don't, all i ask is that you have fun
w00t!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Love thy Clutch
In the realm of music there are many others who are far more knowledgable than I. But one thing that I like to say is that I know good music above all other types. Realizing this is nothing but my opinion and that everyone else feels the same way about the crap that they listen to I have virtually nothing to back up my argument. The one thing that I do have though is Clutch, and they are more than enough of an arguement for the likes of any naysayers.
The first time I heard of this band was actually the second music video I ever saw in my life. The reason it wasn't the first was because I woke up too early and had the misfortune of catching something by Madonna. In any event it was 1991 and they showed their second full length video on MTV's LOUD (going way back here, right?) LOUD was the only show the video for 'A Shogun Named Marcus' would ever be shown on because it was just that, loud. Angry and visceral, yet humorous and witty, I instantly fell in love with their sound, but as MTV was taken over by pop music they slowly drifted far away in my memory until it was all but lost. I have a terrible memory to begin with and this was when I was in kindergarten.
Well as fate would have it I would rediscover Clutch a full 10 years later as a freshman in high school and after buying their newest CD, Pure Rock Fury, I knew that I had heard them before. Through their excellent website: http://pro-rock.com/, I saw the music video once more and it was as though a door to my inner child had been unlocked and opened for me to see.
Though they began dark and depraved, their latest albums have noted a comedown in their pure tenacity to mix with an influx of the blues, and I say there is no instrument better designed for some good fucking music than a Hammond Organ. Give them a look see or die
w00t!
The first time I heard of this band was actually the second music video I ever saw in my life. The reason it wasn't the first was because I woke up too early and had the misfortune of catching something by Madonna. In any event it was 1991 and they showed their second full length video on MTV's LOUD (going way back here, right?) LOUD was the only show the video for 'A Shogun Named Marcus' would ever be shown on because it was just that, loud. Angry and visceral, yet humorous and witty, I instantly fell in love with their sound, but as MTV was taken over by pop music they slowly drifted far away in my memory until it was all but lost. I have a terrible memory to begin with and this was when I was in kindergarten.
Well as fate would have it I would rediscover Clutch a full 10 years later as a freshman in high school and after buying their newest CD, Pure Rock Fury, I knew that I had heard them before. Through their excellent website: http://pro-rock.com/, I saw the music video once more and it was as though a door to my inner child had been unlocked and opened for me to see.
Though they began dark and depraved, their latest albums have noted a comedown in their pure tenacity to mix with an influx of the blues, and I say there is no instrument better designed for some good fucking music than a Hammond Organ. Give them a look see or die
w00t!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Much like Highlander
THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!!!!
Recently I had the debate as to which is the best kind of M&M's and the results can be shocking.
This, my friends, is the way M&M's are power ranked:
1.) Peanut butter
2.) Dark Chocolate
3.) Milk Chocolate
4.) Crunchy
5.) Minis
6.) Peanut
7.) Dark Chocolate Peanut
8.) Almond
9.) Specialty M&M's
Currently I have a jar of Dark Chocolate sitting on my desk, but as soon as I get out to CVS to claim the rest of the bags of M&M's (hooray after holiday candy sales) IT SHALL BE PEANUT BUTTERIZED, Which also means I'm going to have to start drinking more milk, but I take the good with the great. I'd love to see any comments debating the rankings, but THEY ARE STATIC!! After all this is my blog, damnit.
http://mms.com/us/
If you have the chance I highly recommend getting your own personalized bag before you get.....
w00t!
Recently I had the debate as to which is the best kind of M&M's and the results can be shocking.
This, my friends, is the way M&M's are power ranked:
1.) Peanut butter
2.) Dark Chocolate
3.) Milk Chocolate
4.) Crunchy
5.) Minis
6.) Peanut
7.) Dark Chocolate Peanut
8.) Almond
9.) Specialty M&M's
Currently I have a jar of Dark Chocolate sitting on my desk, but as soon as I get out to CVS to claim the rest of the bags of M&M's (hooray after holiday candy sales) IT SHALL BE PEANUT BUTTERIZED, Which also means I'm going to have to start drinking more milk, but I take the good with the great. I'd love to see any comments debating the rankings, but THEY ARE STATIC!! After all this is my blog, damnit.
http://mms.com/us/
If you have the chance I highly recommend getting your own personalized bag before you get.....
w00t!
It's more fun than watching the olympics....
unless you're watching women's beach volleyball of course. This election has been funny as hell as well as exciting. I am glad that I got to be a part of the democratic process.
(oh yeah, check out his pimpin' majesty)
GOBAMA!!!
(oh yeah, check out his pimpin' majesty)w00t!
Monday, November 3, 2008
Ode to my lover, gone now she is
7 blogs in and it doesn't even matter because no one in the class should bother to read the dumb shit that I write, but if you do read just 1 blog entry from me, make it this one.
Recently those I have the pleasure of having classes with may have noticed a few days of consecutive skipping I pulled and as my classmates I feel I owe you an explanation; and with it some valuable life lessons.
My freshman year I started dating a girl from back home as something I thought would be a short lived fling, but little did I know that she would soon become the only person I have ever loved more than myself, and no one will ever know just how big of a deal it is for me to say something like that.
Meaghan quickly became my everythig and though she was back home we talked every night for at least an hour, or so it went for the better part of three years. In that time we fell madly in love with each other and had so many great times with our friends and families but especially with each other. She loved just to be around me and it was amazing for me to have someone as awesome as her care so much for my idiot self.
Our relationship was odd but better than any other couple I have ever met or heard of, I had always imagined that we would be together and even though I think marriage is a sham, I could have easily tied the knot with her.
Sadly it was never meant to be. A terrible disease she was born with, Cystic Fibrosis,(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cystic_fibrosis) had been slowly killing her from her first breath. Before we started dating, during our junior year of high school, (we went to separate high schools) she recieved a double lung transplant which added almost 4 more years to her life.
Even with the new lungs rejection occurs, she was taking 22 pills every day to keep her body from attacking her lungs, but those who recieve transplants also become highly susceptible to infections. I got news on Thursday, oct. 9th she was in the hospital with pneumonia in both lungs. She was a frequent flyer in hospitals and I was never allowed to visit her when she was in one, her rules not mine. I tried to put it out of my mind but sleep never came that night. Then at 6 pm on Friday I got the news that she had died (at my job of all fucking places).
I have suffered through the loss of friends prior to this, but nothing I had ever imagined happening could have prepared me for the torment and anguish I still feel. I know now what true pain is. Nothing you can possibly imagine is as hard as the loss of the one person you love the most in life. If i had a choice I would have rather been tortured in Hell for every minute of every day of my life because at least then I would know at some point the pain would stop. Three weeks after the funeral I can already tell I will never be the same again.
I am not the only person who suffered through her loss. Our friends and especially her family (Meaghan was an only child) have not had to deal with a blow this hard ever. But there in lies the silver lining of such a ferocious storm cloud, because there was not one moment where people were not helping others through this shit storm. We told all the stories she never wanted her family to know to them. We laughed, we cried, and we gave her the best fucking Irish send off I have ever experienced five nights in a row.
And that brings me to the lessons I have promised, that only a person who has experienced the worst can really ever know.
1.) Treasure every single friend you make. Drifting apart just because you no longer see someone in the halls everyday is NOT an acceptable excuse to stop talking to them, especially with today's communication technologies, because you never know when you will need a strong shoulder to cry on.
2.) Squander no opportunity. Don't put off what can be done today just because you can do it tomorrow. The sun will always rise tomorrow, you may not.
3.) Find the good in every person. Life is too short to make enemies just because you can.
4.) When tragedy strikes keep yourself busy. Go to the place you came from, your friends will keep you occupied by day and get you drunk at night, and for the first few days that is all anyone really needs.
5.) And most importantly, if you know someone who has lost a person recently go out of your way to accomodate them and be nice to them and keep reminding them you are there for them no matter what. It means more than you'll ever know.
That being said you can all now understand why I chose not to be in class, I was too busy remembering the good times with friends and family, exactly where I beloonged. I would have liked to have stayed for the remander of this year as well, but I would have gone mad dropping this term so close to the end, especially during my last year.
I continue to live day to day, some are good, some are bad, but all are better with my new outlook on life. My only wish is that all of you, who are fortunate enough to read this, find some one who loves you as fully and completely as my Meggers loved me. The 2 years 10 months and 10 days were the best of my life and it's all thanks to her.
Farewell my sweets, the whole world is darker and colder without your glowing warmth...
MAG
6.25.87 - 10.10.08
Recently those I have the pleasure of having classes with may have noticed a few days of consecutive skipping I pulled and as my classmates I feel I owe you an explanation; and with it some valuable life lessons.
My freshman year I started dating a girl from back home as something I thought would be a short lived fling, but little did I know that she would soon become the only person I have ever loved more than myself, and no one will ever know just how big of a deal it is for me to say something like that.
Meaghan quickly became my everythig and though she was back home we talked every night for at least an hour, or so it went for the better part of three years. In that time we fell madly in love with each other and had so many great times with our friends and families but especially with each other. She loved just to be around me and it was amazing for me to have someone as awesome as her care so much for my idiot self.
Our relationship was odd but better than any other couple I have ever met or heard of, I had always imagined that we would be together and even though I think marriage is a sham, I could have easily tied the knot with her.
Sadly it was never meant to be. A terrible disease she was born with, Cystic Fibrosis,(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cystic_fibrosis) had been slowly killing her from her first breath. Before we started dating, during our junior year of high school, (we went to separate high schools) she recieved a double lung transplant which added almost 4 more years to her life.
Even with the new lungs rejection occurs, she was taking 22 pills every day to keep her body from attacking her lungs, but those who recieve transplants also become highly susceptible to infections. I got news on Thursday, oct. 9th she was in the hospital with pneumonia in both lungs. She was a frequent flyer in hospitals and I was never allowed to visit her when she was in one, her rules not mine. I tried to put it out of my mind but sleep never came that night. Then at 6 pm on Friday I got the news that she had died (at my job of all fucking places).
I have suffered through the loss of friends prior to this, but nothing I had ever imagined happening could have prepared me for the torment and anguish I still feel. I know now what true pain is. Nothing you can possibly imagine is as hard as the loss of the one person you love the most in life. If i had a choice I would have rather been tortured in Hell for every minute of every day of my life because at least then I would know at some point the pain would stop. Three weeks after the funeral I can already tell I will never be the same again.
I am not the only person who suffered through her loss. Our friends and especially her family (Meaghan was an only child) have not had to deal with a blow this hard ever. But there in lies the silver lining of such a ferocious storm cloud, because there was not one moment where people were not helping others through this shit storm. We told all the stories she never wanted her family to know to them. We laughed, we cried, and we gave her the best fucking Irish send off I have ever experienced five nights in a row.
And that brings me to the lessons I have promised, that only a person who has experienced the worst can really ever know.
1.) Treasure every single friend you make. Drifting apart just because you no longer see someone in the halls everyday is NOT an acceptable excuse to stop talking to them, especially with today's communication technologies, because you never know when you will need a strong shoulder to cry on.
2.) Squander no opportunity. Don't put off what can be done today just because you can do it tomorrow. The sun will always rise tomorrow, you may not.
3.) Find the good in every person. Life is too short to make enemies just because you can.
4.) When tragedy strikes keep yourself busy. Go to the place you came from, your friends will keep you occupied by day and get you drunk at night, and for the first few days that is all anyone really needs.
5.) And most importantly, if you know someone who has lost a person recently go out of your way to accomodate them and be nice to them and keep reminding them you are there for them no matter what. It means more than you'll ever know.
That being said you can all now understand why I chose not to be in class, I was too busy remembering the good times with friends and family, exactly where I beloonged. I would have liked to have stayed for the remander of this year as well, but I would have gone mad dropping this term so close to the end, especially during my last year.
I continue to live day to day, some are good, some are bad, but all are better with my new outlook on life. My only wish is that all of you, who are fortunate enough to read this, find some one who loves you as fully and completely as my Meggers loved me. The 2 years 10 months and 10 days were the best of my life and it's all thanks to her.
Farewell my sweets, the whole world is darker and colder without your glowing warmth...
MAG
6.25.87 - 10.10.08
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