Haha

If I had any say in how the world should be, I would tell Spike Jonze that he no longer has to make produce or direct big budget films.

These do me enough justice, as is.
www.crailtap.com/c3/newrandoms/spike_andy_fight.mov
(I tried to embed this, but I failed.)


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We Were Once A Fairytale

Directed By: Spike Jonze


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Oh, Kanye

Behind the scenes: Spike Jonze's We Were Once A Fairytale short film.

Kanye deserved that, very much so.
(Does anyone else notice how good he is at playing stuck up.)


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Tegan and Sara

With Sainthood having been just released this past Tuesday.
Let me light the fire a little, cause it is quite an acquisition.
I persuade everyone (i.e. any one who happens to read my blog. ha) to give it a spin.
Or maybe even dig a little deeper.

My review of Sainthood should be nearing around the bend soon enough.
But in the meantime, here's a live video to percolate your senses.

I do understand this is off The Con and has nothing to do with Sainthood, but this particular video surely deserves somebody's attention.
And although Tegan's noticeably under the weather, they still manage to orchestrate an enjoyable version of "The Con".


Devin loves lesbians.
Shit, I guess I do too.
But just these two in particular. Lol.


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Anxiety

Part I:
For some reason, I feel like I'm forgetting something.

Which is adding to this short of breathe and weird sense of discomfort.

This is absolutely foreign to me.

Which is why I can't seem to make complete sense of this.

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(Complete side-thought: At what intensity of anxiety is a medicated approach necessary?

When should I worry? And I'm not at all thinking that I would ever need a prescription to Valium, Xanax, or Klonopin... But who does and why? How bad can anxiety get?

I dont know. I just can't seem to type at all or function properly for this reason solely.)

(Back to the intial intent of this post.)

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Part I(B):
All of this probably has something to do with this buildup of responsibility that I have for this weekend, especially because its Halloween (but not directly because its Halloween).

It's just bad timing.

I'm not to excited about this holiday coming so abruptly.

Not that I couldn't plan for it, but because a series of events had led to my stressed mindset.

Everything is a mess, right now.

And these past 2 days in particular, have made me realized... (I hate saying this too, but)

I'm a zombie.

I'm motivation-less.

And I'm completely oblivious to personal management (i.e. health, time, and finances).

...When my life lacks an object of affection.

I've been missing that for more than a while now.

So, I'm just a bit disorganized (generally speaking).

There's just something about relationships, that keep me on task and in check.

Tragic flaw. (Note: Remedy this.)

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Part II:
Life needs more (task oriented) lists.

Thursday: Leave here. Mow lawn. Carve linoleum. Do more than stare at Bio.

Friday: Surely don't just stare at Bio. Then go to work till midnight.

Saturday: Work your shitty, baby-dick of a shift. Get a little loose.

Sunday: Don't sleep in; if you do you're fucked. Make powerpoint for social suicide (speech).

Monday: Drive to class. Drive to print; and print like there's no tomorrow. Then proceed back home, to talk to a mirror for a couple hours, preparing for an inevitable (and yet very painful) death.

Tuesday: (Hopefully) Survive. And laugh about how uneventful the next week to come will be.

Wednesday: Create a new list.

Final Thought
Figured my anxiety would go away, after blogging about it.

I was wrong.

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A Meaningful Moment w/ Max Willman

(This new segment will feature the simple brilliance within the mind of Max Willman. Haha)



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RIP

This film deserves my financial contribution.



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Best cure for a mushy brain.

Saturday college football.
Nothing better.


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Last Rant About Mike Skinner

I owe alot of my visual scope, imagery, and composition (in photography), to the album covers of The Streets.

With that being said.....


Thank You, Mike Skinner


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"...brandy or beer? waters a good idea"

The batteries in my iPod adaptor died last night.
So on my 6pm traffic drive, I popped in some old tunes.

1. The Streets - Original Pirate Material (Last Night)
2. The Streets - A Grand Don't Come For Free (This Morning)
(And hypothetically...)
3. The Streets - Everything Is Borrowed (...if I would have had it in my car.)

Conclusion: The Streets is proper 100% of the time.

Thus. Here's one of my favorite videos (and songs) of all time, bar none.



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Note To Self

-Need to listen to The Whitest Boy Alive till ears bleed.



Kings Of Convenience would work, too. I suppose.


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Let's talk about something new.

Going outside the bounds of my normal topics of conversation (like for example: how I despise females, why I'm poor, and my love for music and film, etc.), I'm gonna talk about something new.

Exciting, right?

I tried to fake myself, by looking at this fat textbook pertaining to Biology.

I don't care how I'm made, or what makes me function.
Nor do I give a shit about "catabolic pathways and how they yield energy by oxidizing organic fuels".

The only cool thing about "catabolic pathways and how they yield energy by oxidizing organic fuels" is words like catabolic, pathways, yield, and oxidizing...


...cause those words would be damn dangerous for Scrabble!

Fuckin oxidizing, are you kidding me!
The X and Z letters alone are 18 points.
Pathways isn't too bad either. Lol.

Entirely besides the point.
Who the fuck grows up wanting to be a scientist. Hmm?
I question the world to prove me wrong.

But simply, Biology is the most unappealing form of exploration.
(Theories in existence are way more appealing, than actual written evidence proving existence.)


Moral Of This Story:
I don't like Bio. Or maybe I just don't like online Bio.
Either way. I have to find a way to pass this class.
Cause I'm suffocating from the idea of 7 more weeks.


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