I am a television whore
Jeezus, I am sitting here and there are 2 shows on TV that are feuding with my brain-passivity time. I really enjoy watching that Kitchen nightmares show with the whirlwind chef, Ramsey. Two hours tonight.
I got through the first formulaic hour: Restaurant in trouble, restaurateurs either egotistical or ignorant or both, Gordon tells them how close to hopeless they are, then there is yelling either over dirty kitchen’s or ignorance, a family who is being broken, two nights to make it right, a kitchen makeover, and resolution. It’s the same show over and over, but it’s not tired yet. I wonder when Gordon is gonna help out some Chinese, Japanese, middle eastern restaurent for once in his life. What’s that? Oh, yea, he probably doesn’t really have a lot of breadth in the culinary world.
Then the 2nd hour is where I have become conflicted. Do I watch this second hour on hulu, or do I watch the new office on hulu? Which do I watch now? Maybe I don’t watch any of them right now and watch them on my own schedule on hulu, that’ll show the advertisers that they can’t make choose.
But the office, not as good as it was in the first season and a half. It’s more like I feel obligated to watch it. I sometimes wonder if this is how I go through relationships. The relationship I want I stay away from, the relationship I don’t want is the one I feel obligated to.
That’s why hulu should get into the dating scene, because then I could do relationships on my own terms. So yea, I’m watching the office now.
Bald peanuts
Some of you may know that I grew up in Virginia. Not southern Virginia, but norther Virginia, which southerners are quick to point out. But still, it was Virginia. You can liken the distinction to being from northern California and southern but with a lot less square miles and with more hicks than bros.
This image is upside down
But just like California, those distinctions are only in the mind of the distincter. Anyways, there are memories about growing up on that side of the world. I have all the memories of school, summer breaks, winter breaks, all that stuff. I remember all the things one is supposed to carry with them in their brain, or rather, conditioned to carry with them in their brain.
Then there are memories that don’t make sense to carry: being at a small market in North Carolina, surrounded by expansive forests of green, driving through Savannah with its picturesque architecture, and boiled peanuts. I don’t know why I remember boiled peanuts.
The shack we bought them at was on the side of the road, there were lots of cars there, and people buying boiled peanuts. I don’t remember whether I liked them or not, but if I had to choose I would say that I probably didn’t like them. So, last time I was in Brooklyn I was struck with that memory and I wanted boiled peanuts, but you can’t get boiled peanuts in the “north.” Yanks don’t like them.
Heatherly, I sooned learned, was a master boiled peanut maker but alas no fresh peanuts to be found. My desire for them got dragged under the rip tide of all my other desires, until the farmers market yesterday. Fresh peanuts. I bought two pounds, read up how to boil them, which is pretty easy. Salt and water, and if you’re crazy you add spices. Boil for 3-4 hours and keep adding water. Eat when done.
They taste bomb. They taste like peas, if peas had peanut butter in them. But not that sweet or creamy. I wouldn’t have liked them as a kid. But I like them now. I just ate like 30 of them. I am full, and my mouth is parched.
Yes that image is upside down, but I can’t be bothered to fix it right now.
“Listen to the whole thing…”
I asked permission to use this, but it might be taken down once it is heard a few times. Some really intimate stuff, so listen and feel the love. It is mightily gay.
Alex left me a message last Saturday
Read the hercules trade
I walked into the comic shop today, and a cover caught my eye pretty quickly:
I mean look at that. How could you not want to pick that shit up? I’ve been eyeing the Incredible Hercules for the past few months, hearing that it’s good. But I’ve been telling myself, wait for the trade.
So after seeing this cover I was like man, either I am going to pick this up without knowing what’s going on, or I am going to ask when the trade is out. It was out today. So I picked it up, and I picked this up.
Good decision. It has the whole Amadeus Cho/Hercules thing going, but it also has the asshole Ares. I ask myself, who could ever like Pak’s representation of straight-arrow, jealous Ares. He hates Hercules for having so many faults, Ares dislikes that humans don’t aspire to perfection like him. Who could ever like this Ares asshole? Daniel Means. He could. Ares is the cyclops of Olympus, and Dan loves him some Cyclops.
Anyways, I liked this story, and the story in the trade. Worth reading. Just like the Conan that came out, Walking Dead warmed my heart, Ghost Rider kicked ass, War Heroes confused me, Greatest Hits was cool, Superman was confusing I need to reread the series, Scalped was fucking great.
Questions? I have answers. Want to know which was the best? Shit I don’t know toss-up between Walking Dead, Scalped, and Conan. Although Conan is most likely not the winner…let’s go with Walking Dead. Why? Because it has come back from sucking, and it’s been good for the last two issues…whereas Scalped has always been good.
Brain Stuff
I sometimes worry I will lose the ability to write with a pen. I have my iPhone for emails, web, tweets. I have a computer I post blogs on. I work at a computer and type in notes.
I do sign my name and print it out legibly when prompted. Occasionally I forget my phone number; was it 978 or 798? My computer helps me remember, why would I remember?
Is there a point where reliance on spell checker ironing out my lazy mistakes will cause the world to burst into ecstatic flames?
I wonder when I will be able to go on trips, why I won’t follow the yearnings of my mind. move away, go to Iran. Quit your job and struggle in Portland. Lose weight. Fuck chicks. Lose yourself in steins filled up with gentleman’s amounts of scotch.
Will all these electronic signals we surround ourselves in destroy me, slowly, on a cellular level?
How I often fell I live in Plato’s cave, just staring at shadows. I wonder if using that example is the equivalent to when people self-diagnose a neurosis, just be cause they read a book or watched a movie.
I have also been thinking about age, and how weird it is that I think about a life with little Yazdo’s of my own, running around and raising hell. How I’ll be proud of them even if they don’t live up to my idea of success.
I think about what my idea of success is. What are my motivators in life; other than food, shelter, and laziness?
Tim Meadows, I love you
Pretty much
Just some pretty good videos which you may have seen already
I think Campbell Brown is hot
Got this off of Brubaker’s myspace page
I can’t believe you haven’t seen “Raw Deal”
Edit:9/12/08 - I’ve totally seen this, with Gar members. I must have had a couple of drinks. Damnit.
How can Alex have not seen this movie yet?
“Mark Kaminsky is kicked out of the FBI for his rough treatment of a suspect. He winds up as the sheriff of a small town in North Carolina. FBI Chief Harry Shannon, whose son has been killed by a mobster named Patrovina, enlists Kaminsky in a personal vendetta with a promise of reinstatement into the FBI if Patrovina is taken down. To accomplish this, Kaminsky must go undercover and join Patrovina’s gang.”
I can’t believe I haven’t seen this movie yet. I love technology. I’m really excited to see this, I only wish I could watch this with some, as TDub would say, of my boys.
Nick Frost
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