Electric Blue
Hello there friends!
It's been a long time. I could write a novel but there ain't no LJ bestseller list. ...yet.
Time for random thoughts!
-April, 2004. I am in SCI 102, mounting prints for my final photog portfolio for Buesing. I finish listening to the Red Wings playoff game on the radio and quickly switch to Saturday Night 80's on 96.3. I hear this song so lovely and sweet, but have never heard it before. I am infectiously hooked. But what was the song? To be continued...
-I changed the brakes on my car. It was awesome. I will point to that day as the day I became a man. That and when I spoke at Tool Time. That and when I saved 14 of my best friends from certain death...after I almost drove that 15 passenger van into traffic. My brakes work fine, and I will do them for the rest of my life. Odd...I'll do my own brakes but take the car in to a mechanic for an oil change.
-I work maintenance at APU. It's so glorious. The guys are great but it's heavy on drama. Many men will say that women have lots of drama...I say that men do too...I think it's their estrogen therapy.
-Speaking of estrogen, I hear that excessive soy product consumption will result in higher estrogen levels in men, leading to mammary glands and possible lactation. "I have nipples, Greg, can you milk me?"
-Episode 3 was so sweet. I just saw Episode 1 on VHS. Therefore, Episode 3 is 5 times better, and Episode 1 now appears five times worse.
-May, 2005. I am working maintenance, cleaning window tracks while listening to the radio on my trusty old school Walkman (bow to your grandpa, ipods!). There's the 80's lunch hour on 98.7, and as I vacuum out dirt and grime from the windows, I faintly hear a familiar tune. Turning off the vacuum and blasting the volume, I hear the familiar chorus that was burned into my head a year earlier. I run to my work buddy and steal his pen, then proceed to write as many of the lyrics on my right hand as possible. When I'm done, words are scribbled on my hand like I belong to a cult. And a quick lyric search later, I find "Electric Blue" by Icehouse, one of the long-forgotten greatest hits of the 80's.
-In a poll done by my buddies last month, it was determined that out of any Star Wars character, I was most like the Emperor. What?! Since when did my face shrivel up, my laugh start cackling, and my accent sound like a cross between satan and a new jersey resident?! "Lord Vaduh!"
-My roomie took the trash out one day and found something in the dumpster - a PS2. He took it inside and showed it to me, and tried to get it to work. No dice. After contemplating busting it up, selling it for parts, or dropping it from our balcony, I decided to break the coveted warranty seal (that thing is magical) and have a look-see. One laser lens cleaning and a half hour later, I have a working PS2. My first game? Final Fantasy 10. I am overjoyed. Tekken 5? Metal Gear Solid 3? God of War? The Devil May Cry series? All within my grasp. I now own 12 game systems. My next possible one? I miss having an N64...come back to me, you lovely Starfox 64 you!
-I got all A's this semester. Somehow. Praise God...I don't know how it could have happened. After painful near-misses, my grades were near-perfect. Must be the smog and the water.
-In 37 days my future wife will be in my arms again. It will be six months and 4 days since I saw her last, and it will be amazing. What a hard wait. Despite all the hilarity above, I have also felt quite empty without her. In two months, that emptiness will be no more, and our wildest dreams will come true. It's not the feeling of "being in love" or the haze of a wedding - we've worked hard to accept each other and we actively choose each other to love for the rest of our lives. We're in it to feel the joy and take the lumps together. BRING IT ON.
-Do NOT eat imitation crab meat. Especially if it's from Los Angeles. It gives you explosive diarrhea. At the worst possible times. Like during the last exam period of the semester. Man, I spent more time in the bathroom in those two hours than I did taking the test! But you can't say that grade wasn't hard fought. I almost took the test with me to the bathroom. Man. Walls are too thin at the worst possible times. Explosive gas usually tag teams with it to create the most insane combination of pain and weirdness ever. I say all this 4 hours after eating 8 ounces of crab meat. BRING IT ON. The Imodium, that is.
-Somebody get me some money!
-I have gotten much more buff than I've ever been, and people notice. I'll never be the incredible hulk, but spider-man better watch out. If I can bench press Shelley then that'd just be cool.
-Last one: I took the Taco King challenge: attempted to drink two large vanilla milkshakes in an hour. Each milkshake is a 44oz. cup of digestive destruction. Most fast food places have their large drinks at 32 oz., but that's the MEDIUM size at Taco King. My buddy and I tried to drink both of them. I had two vanilla and he had a chocolate and a strawberry. He just couldn't do it, and got so desperate he mixed them together and tried to down it. Bad idea. I tried to condense but by then it was too late. It was more devastating than Gettysburg for the Confederacy, and you Civil War buffs know what I'm talking about. Don't mess with the Union. Or Taco King.
That's it for now kiddies!
It's been a long time. I could write a novel but there ain't no LJ bestseller list. ...yet.
Time for random thoughts!
-April, 2004. I am in SCI 102, mounting prints for my final photog portfolio for Buesing. I finish listening to the Red Wings playoff game on the radio and quickly switch to Saturday Night 80's on 96.3. I hear this song so lovely and sweet, but have never heard it before. I am infectiously hooked. But what was the song? To be continued...
-I changed the brakes on my car. It was awesome. I will point to that day as the day I became a man. That and when I spoke at Tool Time. That and when I saved 14 of my best friends from certain death...after I almost drove that 15 passenger van into traffic. My brakes work fine, and I will do them for the rest of my life. Odd...I'll do my own brakes but take the car in to a mechanic for an oil change.
-I work maintenance at APU. It's so glorious. The guys are great but it's heavy on drama. Many men will say that women have lots of drama...I say that men do too...I think it's their estrogen therapy.
-Speaking of estrogen, I hear that excessive soy product consumption will result in higher estrogen levels in men, leading to mammary glands and possible lactation. "I have nipples, Greg, can you milk me?"
-Episode 3 was so sweet. I just saw Episode 1 on VHS. Therefore, Episode 3 is 5 times better, and Episode 1 now appears five times worse.
-May, 2005. I am working maintenance, cleaning window tracks while listening to the radio on my trusty old school Walkman (bow to your grandpa, ipods!). There's the 80's lunch hour on 98.7, and as I vacuum out dirt and grime from the windows, I faintly hear a familiar tune. Turning off the vacuum and blasting the volume, I hear the familiar chorus that was burned into my head a year earlier. I run to my work buddy and steal his pen, then proceed to write as many of the lyrics on my right hand as possible. When I'm done, words are scribbled on my hand like I belong to a cult. And a quick lyric search later, I find "Electric Blue" by Icehouse, one of the long-forgotten greatest hits of the 80's.
-In a poll done by my buddies last month, it was determined that out of any Star Wars character, I was most like the Emperor. What?! Since when did my face shrivel up, my laugh start cackling, and my accent sound like a cross between satan and a new jersey resident?! "Lord Vaduh!"
-My roomie took the trash out one day and found something in the dumpster - a PS2. He took it inside and showed it to me, and tried to get it to work. No dice. After contemplating busting it up, selling it for parts, or dropping it from our balcony, I decided to break the coveted warranty seal (that thing is magical) and have a look-see. One laser lens cleaning and a half hour later, I have a working PS2. My first game? Final Fantasy 10. I am overjoyed. Tekken 5? Metal Gear Solid 3? God of War? The Devil May Cry series? All within my grasp. I now own 12 game systems. My next possible one? I miss having an N64...come back to me, you lovely Starfox 64 you!
-I got all A's this semester. Somehow. Praise God...I don't know how it could have happened. After painful near-misses, my grades were near-perfect. Must be the smog and the water.
-In 37 days my future wife will be in my arms again. It will be six months and 4 days since I saw her last, and it will be amazing. What a hard wait. Despite all the hilarity above, I have also felt quite empty without her. In two months, that emptiness will be no more, and our wildest dreams will come true. It's not the feeling of "being in love" or the haze of a wedding - we've worked hard to accept each other and we actively choose each other to love for the rest of our lives. We're in it to feel the joy and take the lumps together. BRING IT ON.
-Do NOT eat imitation crab meat. Especially if it's from Los Angeles. It gives you explosive diarrhea. At the worst possible times. Like during the last exam period of the semester. Man, I spent more time in the bathroom in those two hours than I did taking the test! But you can't say that grade wasn't hard fought. I almost took the test with me to the bathroom. Man. Walls are too thin at the worst possible times. Explosive gas usually tag teams with it to create the most insane combination of pain and weirdness ever. I say all this 4 hours after eating 8 ounces of crab meat. BRING IT ON. The Imodium, that is.
-Somebody get me some money!
-I have gotten much more buff than I've ever been, and people notice. I'll never be the incredible hulk, but spider-man better watch out. If I can bench press Shelley then that'd just be cool.
-Last one: I took the Taco King challenge: attempted to drink two large vanilla milkshakes in an hour. Each milkshake is a 44oz. cup of digestive destruction. Most fast food places have their large drinks at 32 oz., but that's the MEDIUM size at Taco King. My buddy and I tried to drink both of them. I had two vanilla and he had a chocolate and a strawberry. He just couldn't do it, and got so desperate he mixed them together and tried to down it. Bad idea. I tried to condense but by then it was too late. It was more devastating than Gettysburg for the Confederacy, and you Civil War buffs know what I'm talking about. Don't mess with the Union. Or Taco King.
That's it for now kiddies!