RunPee!

Ron found this earlier on Lifehacker, and I thought it was quality enough for blog type sharing. First of all, these guys get points for the term "runpee" for what you do during lulls in a three hour movie after drinking a $5 large soda. Second, it actually looks useful.

Runpee.com is an online database of pee break intervals in movies that are currently playing. They also give you summaries (initially scrambled up as nonsense to avoid unwanted spoilers) of what you'll miss if you choose that moment to pee. I know for a fact that I would not have survived Return of the King if it hadn't gliched right in the middle and created an unintended intermission, so this seems like a good alternative to just not drinking anything before or during a movie.

airconditioned dark
nothing is happening now
time for a runpee

(I searched for images of "fountain drink" and this came up. Awesome. hehe)

Mishearing of the day

"Liar! Killer! Beaver! Back to the river..."
- System of a Down (Holy Mountains, Hypnotize)

So "beaver" was actually "demon," but yeah, I think I like it better with lying murderous beavers swimming around in rivers surrounding the holy mountains. I can "feel their haunting presence." Hehe wow this song just got so much better.

Mr. Beaver swears he didn't do it; he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Reflections on Vegas and Beyond

First let me apologize for not resizing my image. I am hot, I am tired, I am hungry, but I still wanted to post a pic. hehe.

Second, Vegas was insanely fun! I spent way too much money but I had a blast. Drinking, smoking cigars, gambling, living it up! I thought the cuppers who are going to go see Nails in less than a week might like to know how amazing the set list will be! I wont ruin anything but I hope you wont be offended by telling you that he did not play a single song off of The Slip! As much as that offended me (what can I say I love it all...lol) I appreciated it even more because it gave him time to play tons of shit off Downward Spiral that I had never heard live, and lots of stuff off of Broken that I had never live, and lots of stuff off of the B-Side singles (Further down the spiral, Things Fall Apart) that I had never heard live. He is going out with bang folks! He announced it was the last tour as NIN so please enjoy. I thought he was brilliant, I was barely drunk at all for a change, and thus I can remember the entire set list in order. Im happy this time I was able to just let go and absorb every second. I owed it to myself, and to Trent.

Third, about my poetry. Too anyone who read any thank you so much for your time. I just wanted to say that I am not satisfied with these poems in one sense, each one sprang out of an assignment that had to be turned in, and not out of my heart. Now I inserted my heart into them, thats why I was so proud and willing to share, but I dont think it accurately reflects my level of skill when it comes to writing. Ive been working on new pieces, and a fiction short story, Id like to share that with everyone even more so than the pieces for my portfolio, now its fun again, ya know? Thanks for the consideration, I will still be looking at these funky little exercise poems in the future so if you get the chance to comment thats cool, but if not thats cool too, Im ready to move on to the next thing. Im glad to be able to share the experience through the blog. Thanks Lorigga for having the good sense to create this blog and thanks to all the rest of you guys for sticking with it. I have more news and exciting goodies for you all but I'll let those surface at the proper time. Until than Im reading all the posts regularly now that Im not in school. Keep em comin'!

Stabbity doom!

I'm sure some of you have already found this by now. By the way, I actually have an account for this game now (yay for uber discounts!) so you all will have to help me suck at it sometime. I'm halfway decent with engineer and have no clue what to do with the rest.

Special CA Election May 19

Tomorrow I'll be working at the polls again for the California Special Election. Since Lorenzo had wanted to talk with me about it, and we hadn't gotten a chance yet, I figured I'd just make a post here. So this is my limited understanding of what's going on. Our state legislators were fighting for quite some time about the budget. Despite having a decent majority in the state congress, Democrats were unable to get a decent budget passed because of the 2/3's super majority required to pass a new budget. So essentially the Republican minority were able to water down and shit all over the budget until it became a budget that no one really liked on any side. That budget partially passed, but it was necessary that parts of it needed to be approved by an election, because some of the sources of funding are coming from things that CA residents have voted on for other causes. So if these propositions are rejected, state legislators have to go back and rework the budget into something hopefully less crappy and more helpful. Here's Courage Campaign's progressive voter guide:

The MOST EPIC PICTURE today

I promise, this will be the most EPIC picture you see today:




FTW!!!!

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UPDATE



In the comments for the pic above, someone found a picture that's even better.

I'm trying so hard not to laugh....

My final portfolio for CSUN

Well Ive posted all of the poems that I included for my final portfolio. Im baring it all for you guys. I just wanted to show you what Ive been working on for CSUN. Ive been trying to write very differently from my old style, and hope you guys can tell that. Still, the "voice" in the poems, and certain style choices that I used to utilize are still present. Im getting a sense of who I am as a writer. I can recognize my own trade marks like using parenthesis, or the tone, and the images (crows, death, life, Christ, redemption, star light/sun light/moon light) have also remained, even though each one of these poems was written in direct response to a poetry exercise, I am glad that I was able to put some of myself, and my stamp, on each of the poems. Please feel free to leave feedback as I will be editing these still, at this point just for myself as CSUN creative writing has a honor system regarding turning in work that has already been graded. I cant ever submit these for credit in any class, now I get the satisfaction of fixing them purely for the love of the game. I am pleased with the progress the poems have made in just 3 months, and frankly if I never touch them again Im ok with that, but I know that at least a few will be given a second glance. I have my personal favorites but Im eager to hear what yall think, if none of them appeal to you at all I respect that, Ive switched over to a whole new line of poetry and even I feel a little shaky in this new water, but I like the feel of this new ground, as if I were experiencing the sensation of swimming in the ocean for the first time. I will continue to develop and work out my poetry, and I even have plans of returning to more end rhyme oriented sonnets again, but I dont think my work will ever be the same after this class and Im glad to be able to share the end result with you all here on the blog. I hate to take up so much space and time with these posts when perhaps bloggers dont care that much for poetry, or my poetry in specific, but its been a very big part of my life for the last 5 months or so and I thought you all might be curious to see where my head has been at. This life truly is a blessing, love each other, these poems may be about death and despair but honestly they are more about life and hope. Enjoy good friends and smile one time, dont take it so seriously, its all in good fun baby.

Angels (final portfolio draft)

A lightning bolt will cry and sulk
before it leaves the sky behind to
join us here on Earth. Why
do you think it hurts?

Angels weep when witnessing
another baby born. They mourn
because they know (half the time)
we forget our promises to return home.

Awake from sleep and listening
to silence, we hear them whispering
the history of every soul, you know
they say you know.

Their love for us will
never stop, and every drop of rain
forms just one ocean;
they need us to be whole.

Old Joe and Death (Sydny edit/final portfolio draft)

Old Joe and Death (20 little poetry projects)

My pen woke me up today just to tell me I was dying.

Death is a baby that smokes a pack a day before it leaves the womb.
I am his mother.
I hear his insatiable cries to feed the habit.
I feel fresh ulcers growing in his stomach as I inhale more smoke.
When he is born his skin smells like tar
and his face is deep sea blue.

He grows up to be a writer and his fans taste Marlboro every time they read his words. Old Joe up on Skid Row is his biggest fan.
Joe doesn’t know how to read.

Death never buys me birthday cards.
He is straight trippin’ to forget his mother.
The lonely face of Death.

Without me where would he be?
Big Steve-o remembers watching Joe go
round and round like planets in orbit around the sun.
Spit in one hand and want in the other and see which gets filled first.
Even the cold sun robs darkness of its kingdom every day.
Ugly children understand.
La vida no es justo.

Old Joe tells his story to his granddaughter but stops for a moment
to cough blood into a handkerchief.
Old Joe can fly like a crow but he rarely goes very far.

I'm from (final portfolio draft)

I’m from
After Origins by Jeffrey McDaniel

I’m from electric lights that rob the sky of stars
I’m from Bloody Mary in the mirror and ghosts in the garage
I’m from don’t make me knock your teeth in on Thursday
and who wants to go to Disneyland? on Friday
I’m from denim blue Osh Kosh overalls matched with alligator labeled collared shirts
I’m from the kitchen table where my mother called Columbus that rapist son of a bitch
I’m from real Mexicans speak Spanish puto
and my fists in love with crimson lips because English was always cooler
I’m from shouting as porcelain figures of baby angels smash against the floor
I’m from a Dr. Seuss bedtime story lulling me into a sea of dreams
I’m from late Saturday night booze cruising
and early (light hurts) Sunday morning mass
I’m from John Wayne wannabe’s shooting pistols at each other in the streets
I’m from a murder of crows cawing in the park as my father and I fly kites
I’m from Looney Tunes comes on after He-Man
and Super Street Fighter until dawn
I’m from fast cash on the corner with a box cutter in my back pocket (just incase)
I’m from three schools in two years
I’m from soft promises whispered under the Santa Monica Pier to a green-eyed girl
who never believed I had come back to life, even after I showed her my wounds
I’m from familiar handcuffs around my delicate eleven year old wrists
I’m from watch them try and stop me now that I have nothing to lose