A Connection?

first off, this is probably going to come across as being arrogant, but go ahead and ask me if i care... go on, i'll wait. yeah, i don't, so on with the blog.

i was at work this morning, being bored as i usually am there... anyway, i got into a small debate with a few of my co-workers about movies. a few in particular, those being Cloverfield and Meet The Spartans. now, granted i've not seen Spartans, nor will i ever for that matter, but i have seen Cloverfield and i thought it was a very nicely done, semi-creepy monster movie that wasn't really like anything else i'd seen recently, which is always worth a few bonus points. i was arguing this with a few of them, who claimed it was exactly like Blair Witch and how stupid it was. "it was all shaky and i got motion sickness from watching it" they said... you know what?? it was fucking supposed to be like that! either you didnt watch a single preview or you're just stupid. either way, you're just suckin'.

so anyway, i came to a small conclusion once we began debating over Spartans. one of the guys there had seen it and said it was one of the funniest movies he'd seen in years. i argued that every single review i read on the movie said how horrible it was. the response to that, you ask? it got bad reviews because it was so short. are you serious?!? why would you complain a movie like that was so short?? in fact, a few reviews i read actually said that was the only redeeming quality it had!! get the fuck outta here with that crap.

so okay, back to my epiphany... or maybe anyways. is there a connection between sense of humor and a persons i.q.? yeah, this is the part that is going to sound arrogant. i'm not trying to say everyone that finds that sort of movie funny is somehow an idiot. if you take offense to that question then that's on you. but it seems to me that a person's level of intelligence determines what they find funny or not. for example, these same few co-workers i was debating this with i can almost guarantee would not find the movie Juno very funny, where i thought it was friggin' hilarious. i don't know. i might be reaching here, but i just think that the more intelligent you are, the more sophistocated your sense of humor is, at least to a certain extent.

there are extremes, of course... because i also doubt that anyone that enjoys eating cheese and drinking wine on a friday night all dressed up to the gills would find that kind of movie entertaining either. i actually doubt those people have senses of humor at all. i think they were lobotomised at birth and had no choice but to grow up liking tea and eating fucking raw fish eggs or whatever the hell those sophisticates eat.

i guess society is just sort of divided into groups on this one. to me, a person's sense of humor is a huge deciding factor on what kind of person they are. almost like a reflection of their personality. i think that kinda goes without saying though.

i don't know. maybe i am being arrogant, maybe i just don't like my co-workers and this is another thing i have that i can complain about regarding them and their no doubt horrid taste in movies, if you even want to call Spartans that. you might be saying to yourself "what an ass, he's not even seen it. why don't you go see it??" my answer to that, is a resounding hell to the motherfucking no. in fact, why don't you just give me ten dollars, let me kick you in the balls, and then go watch Cloverfield again. you must have missed something.

Abre Los Ojos

not alot to report presently, but yesterday i did have my long awaited eye doctor appointment... and i am so friggin' glad i did. i'd essentially been putting it off now for years it seems. not sure if any of you will remember, but i did at one point actually have my own civilian glasses. i left them on top of my car and drove off with them there somewhere in ohio. i never bothered to replace them because i really wasn't too fond of them in the first place.

i enlisted in the military later on, and then it was just fucking gay. i went to MEPS to inprocess in indianapolis, indiana. i had my vision test there and basically the civilian that did my test was too lazy to try and figure out what kind of prescription i actually needed, so she put me down as having 20/20 vision. outfuckingstanding.

from there i went to basic training where i had yet another vision test... only this time given by a captain with my drill sgt breathing down my neck. "why the fuck can't you read those letters, private?!" he barked at me. "i don't know drill sgt" i nervously replied. "it says here you have perfect vision. what in god's name did you do to your eyes between then and now??" this was obviously a debate i was not able of winning. so of course, i got issued my super ultra mega sexy military issued glasses... affectionately nicknamed "BCG's". i think it originally was an acronym for Bottle Cap Glasses, but it later took on the meaning of Birth Control Glasses, because there was no way in hell you could get any ass with these things on. if you could pull chicks while wearing these, you are just pimp and should get out of the military and move to a big city and become a sugar daddy or some shit.

the only time i actually have worn my BCG's is when i got the the shooting range. aside from that i have dealt with not being able to see much what i was doing, just to avoid the horrible taunts that one gets when wearing such things.

after much encouragement from Renee, i decided it was in fact time to get some replacement civilian glasses... and as i said, i am so thankful i did. of course i will post pics of the new wares as soon as they're on my face, but until then you shall all have to wait in anticipation... but they're inspired by Renee, part by Chester Bennington, and part by Seth Lichtfield Ewing. i am, without doubt, bringing sexy back.

Armageddon

I believe the end of the world is nearing, ladies and gentlemen. Lewis Black once talked about in a stand-up routine seeing a Starbucks right across the street from another Starbucks and how this signified the end of the world. I think he's right.

I just returned back to my home away from home here in Kansas, a successful short trip for some dinner. On my way back it happened... and not the first time, this is actually the second that this has happened to me and it's enough to make me run to my window every few minutes expecting to see swarms of locusts.

I turned on my radio in my car and the first station was playing Nickelback. I quickly switched to the next programmed station only to find even more Nickelback. I let out a yelp (it actually came out "sonofafuckingbitch!") and scrambled to switch to station number three, only to get smacked in the forehead by even more Nickelback... all three different fucking Nickelback songs. I yelped again (this time it sounded like "oh hell no!") and went for station number four... aaaah, sweet relief... I could hear Josey Scott singing something for about two full seconds, two seconds that put my nerves at ease... until Chad motherfucking Kroeger chimed in singing his part of the duet "Hero". I drove in silence the rest of the way.

Have we as a society lost all good taste in music these days? It just drives me crazy being a musician myself that so many of us bust our asses trying to make good quality, listenable, catchy songs and bands like Nickelback can take a crap on a triscuit and sell it to Virgin Records for 1.5 million bucks. Why can't everyone just listen to EBM and be happy?

A Career Change, finally

Welcome to my own little blogging area on the web. Of course you're here because you are interested in what I have to say, and why shouldn't you be? I'm always myself and try to be as real as possible whenever possible. Granted, my current job limits me on expressing myself fully at all times of the day, but I do what I can when I can.

That being said, this year will finally mark my return to the civilian world... or as I like to call it, "GenPop". It's been a long time coming, but I can't say it's been all bad. I have definitely seen and done things I'd never have the chance to do otherwise. Of course not all of these have been good, but all in all, it's made me mature quite a bit and had I never enlisted and moved to Kansas then I would have never met Renee. I think I came out ahead.

It's a little depressing, when I see friends of mine getting out or going other places... leaving me and a few friends here to fend for ourselves in the meantime, but my chance is fast approaching. What's next, you ask? From here I'm finally going to do what I've wanted to do my whole life, and that is persue a career in the music industry. Those of you that know me fairly well know that I've always been interested in doing this, and that was my whole reason for enlisting in the first place... so I could afford to go to school.

After driving away from Kansas my last time, I'll be going to Columbia University in Chicago for music production. It just seems like everything fell right into place finally for me. I met Renee who already lives in Chicago and is there ever-so-patiently waiting for me to get my own ass up there and start going to school. She actually supports me musically and is interested in helping out, which has completely blown me away at the same time... I'm not used to that, but she's not like anyone else I've met before. I mean, c'mon... do any of you have significant others that will play Gears of War on Xbox Live with you?

But yeah. This blog isn't overly long or deep... I'm still putting this thing together and getting it all in order, but after I've gotten so many comments on my blogs on myspace, I thought I might give this a shot for a more formal approach. Let me know what you think.