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I'm 22, and a college student at CSULB finishing a degree in New Media.
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am a Los Angeles based multi tasker. I dislike New York City elitism, people who condemn my use of expletives, and
fatal car accidents -- equally. I'm an Arts & Entertainment writer at places I'm confident you can google, a jazz and pop keyboardist, a music teacher, and, more importantly, a brilliant stud.
My passion is passion. I can play a mean Scrabble, too. The ego fellatio ends here.
The last time I saw a scene that made me feel like I was 5 years old was when I was watching Independence Day in theatres.
Have a good weekend, Mamma Mia
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ADDITIONAL POSTSCRIPT ACTION: The Rob made me aware of a band from Japan called Boredoms, who, last year on July 7 (7.7.07), hosted an event where 77 drummers gathered in Brooklyn to play an original 77 minute piece.
Tradition seems to be on Boredom's agenda; on 8.8.08, they will be hosting an 88 drummer event to play an original 88 minute piece in, of all places, the Brea Tar Pits. The event is free and you can get your tickets ordered now, at no service fee, at Brown Paper Tickets. Limited to one ticket per order, and I'd suggest doing it now since it was virtually effortless and likely to run out of room. The Rob says that "if you don't fucking go, I will fucking kill you." Thanks for the heads up, The Rob! Now get back to your weekend.
Thursday, July 17
>>MORNING THOUGHT
Sunny D is the ejaculate of a rainbow.
Wednesday, July 16
>>ASSHOLEBOOK
On Facebook, I don't have the time to upload pictures of myself, or tag anybody in them, or find assholes from high school to add to my FB rolodex, or pretend to give a shit about anybody else's whereabouts, but I stay on for a reason: Advertent attack.
Fig. 1
The Drew and I hate going to the local In-N-Out because we always see someone from high school there, and while they usually approach us, trying to sell their new selves, their campus, and their ambitions, he and I always give away absolutely nothing to offset the "I'm a fucking asshole with low self-esteem, so swallow this pitch" environment. We probably look like a couple of silent dolts without any blueprints. Why bother telling them how many houses we've already built?
You seriously don't want to get on my bad side.
Tuesday, July 15
>>HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY, BLOG
- Why is it that, when you're putting your date of birth during a website registration, the year query dropbox goes all the way down to 1900? Really, Internet? REALLY?
- Jason Mraz's new album, We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things, is a big departure from the dude's past record in fast songs, faster melodies, and (an often annoying) mouthful of bullshit lyrics. Mraz, who was once a product of the 2002 singer/songwriter breakout season, developed into a mature artist who now seems more focused on making songs that feel human, rather than songs that stroke his mental dictionary and jazz theory vocabulary. It's not quite back-to-basics, but it plays for good summer soundtrack material and bed music. Pros in minimalism, cons in making one want to quit their job and take a siesta until September. Proof: on a ballad duet with Colbie Caillat, you get the impression they're totally bonin'. Get it.
- The other night, The Girlfriend and I went to The Pooch's birthday dinner, the 7th of five hundred happening this July, and The Pooch asked how long we had been dating.
"Yeah, just over five years," The Girlfriend told The Pooch.
To which he replied, "Congratulations, Cory and Topanga."
Burned.
- Tomorrow is this blog's 6th birthday. Hey, uh, blog, I'm gonna go out for some cigarettes. Give this check for $15,000 to your mom. I'll ...be ...right back.
