I can't say it.
///
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
My closest attempt at being a lobbyist.
For my biology class, the discussion board topic this week was:
Fuck.
Oh how I wished my name was Adam or Kyle...
Anything but Matt (right now).
Haha.
I sat there, for about 10 minutes contemplating, while also reading some of my classmates responses to this topic.
Which by the way, a lot of my classmates are either (flatout) dumbasses, who don't read the guidelines of first names and what your supposed to write about...
Or they purposefully and strategically chose to fuck the guidelines, and write what they personally felt, cause they didn't have the moxie to do otherwise. Lol.
Either way, I feared my response wouldn't get points (very much needed) for not obeying the guidelines, so I began to reason with myself, what (the fuck) would anyone have to say in opposition to paying the wrongfully accused?
What heartless human being would confidentally support that opposition?
Right then and there, a light bulb clicked.
I thought about Thank You For Smoking.
The tobacco industry would be capable of putting a positive spin on this one.
I guess its not so bad that my name is Matt, after all.
Even though, I completely don't agree with the opposition, I reasoned with myself that if I want to be a decent writer (which I do), that I would inevitably have to write about things I don't necessarily agree with.
So, here's my attempt at being heartless:
-----------------------------
Dear citizens,
My job is to protect and serve. With the best evidence possible, I need to act and serve accordingly. If the evidence tells me to contribute to putting a man/woman in jail and in this process, giving him/her fair trial, and if they are convicted off that crime, then I am simply doing my job as a sheriff officer. Now, seeing many of these people that I have personally brought down, get retried to find out through DNA testing that they have only been wrongly accused, shocks me. Irks me. Surely, it pains me to see many of these people do time. But statistically, my job is to act accordingly, with the best evidence possible. Time changes, technology changes, mistakes will be made because of this. We are all products of a flimsy system, equal to a "beta" version; there is really no way of being definitively correct all the time. There is always going to be mistakes, and who's to say that the retried aren't guilty because of flawed, inaccurate, or outdated DNA testing? So I don't believe its fair that a man simply doing his job, especially being that involves the safety of a community, should be held responsible by paying a financial penalty.
-----------------------------
Eh?
It's not completely a disasterous attempt, I'd say.
///
Fuck.
Oh how I wished my name was Adam or Kyle...
Anything but Matt (right now).
Haha.
I sat there, for about 10 minutes contemplating, while also reading some of my classmates responses to this topic.
Which by the way, a lot of my classmates are either (flatout) dumbasses, who don't read the guidelines of first names and what your supposed to write about...
Or they purposefully and strategically chose to fuck the guidelines, and write what they personally felt, cause they didn't have the moxie to do otherwise. Lol.
Either way, I feared my response wouldn't get points (very much needed) for not obeying the guidelines, so I began to reason with myself, what (the fuck) would anyone have to say in opposition to paying the wrongfully accused?
What heartless human being would confidentally support that opposition?
Right then and there, a light bulb clicked.
I thought about Thank You For Smoking.
The tobacco industry would be capable of putting a positive spin on this one.
I guess its not so bad that my name is Matt, after all.
Even though, I completely don't agree with the opposition, I reasoned with myself that if I want to be a decent writer (which I do), that I would inevitably have to write about things I don't necessarily agree with.
So, here's my attempt at being heartless:
-----------------------------
Dear citizens,
My job is to protect and serve. With the best evidence possible, I need to act and serve accordingly. If the evidence tells me to contribute to putting a man/woman in jail and in this process, giving him/her fair trial, and if they are convicted off that crime, then I am simply doing my job as a sheriff officer. Now, seeing many of these people that I have personally brought down, get retried to find out through DNA testing that they have only been wrongly accused, shocks me. Irks me. Surely, it pains me to see many of these people do time. But statistically, my job is to act accordingly, with the best evidence possible. Time changes, technology changes, mistakes will be made because of this. We are all products of a flimsy system, equal to a "beta" version; there is really no way of being definitively correct all the time. There is always going to be mistakes, and who's to say that the retried aren't guilty because of flawed, inaccurate, or outdated DNA testing? So I don't believe its fair that a man simply doing his job, especially being that involves the safety of a community, should be held responsible by paying a financial penalty.
-----------------------------
Eh?
It's not completely a disasterous attempt, I'd say.
///
Friday, November 13, 2009
scattered thoughts
Part I:
Found this cool poll blogspot widget.
Expect it updated on weekly basis.
But for now though (and until the day after Thanksgiving), there will be just this poll.
And if there's something I'm missing about the Thanksgiving experience, enthuse me. Lol.
------------------------------
Part II:
Goddamn Pandora needs to make a embeddable player, so I can strike up some tunes on here.
Hopefully, they hear me.
(Till then, if you need some [inspiring] tunes... I have a section in the left margin "dare you, to care", which has my Pandora stations to access.)
[God, I love pandora. What would I do without you?]
------------------------------
Part III:
Last night, marked the first night my phone shows traces of inevitable death.
The screen has (a couple) cracks from top to bottom.
Now the touchscreen is rendered useless.
I have no idea, what exactly cracked my screen.
But I need to stop treating everything like rugged Nextels.
Countdown to iPhone upgrade: 49 days?
Till then, I have to be less lazy, and actually use my cursors and keypad.
-----------------------------
Part IV:
I love this [sweater] weather.
Enough said.
------------------------------
Listening to:
The Blow - Paper Television
Phoenix - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix
She & Him (forever)
Say Hi
///
Found this cool poll blogspot widget.
Expect it updated on weekly basis.
But for now though (and until the day after Thanksgiving), there will be just this poll.
And if there's something I'm missing about the Thanksgiving experience, enthuse me. Lol.
------------------------------
Part II:
Goddamn Pandora needs to make a embeddable player, so I can strike up some tunes on here.
Hopefully, they hear me.
(Till then, if you need some [inspiring] tunes... I have a section in the left margin "dare you, to care", which has my Pandora stations to access.)
[God, I love pandora. What would I do without you?]
------------------------------
Part III:
Last night, marked the first night my phone shows traces of inevitable death.
The screen has (a couple) cracks from top to bottom.
Now the touchscreen is rendered useless.
I have no idea, what exactly cracked my screen.
But I need to stop treating everything like rugged Nextels.
Countdown to iPhone upgrade: 49 days?
Till then, I have to be less lazy, and actually use my cursors and keypad.
-----------------------------
Part IV:
I love this [sweater] weather.
Enough said.
------------------------------
Listening to:
The Blow - Paper Television
Phoenix - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix
She & Him (forever)
Say Hi
///
Monday, November 9, 2009
The Death Of Skateboarding
Preface:
I am a native american.
I once owned the land beneath you.
I trusted the government.
I am now a prisoner, entitled to only leftovers.
My image will forever be blemished.
Like native americans, skateboarding is now a product of the system.
Skateboarding has gone though many periods.
Yet, it has forever been an artform, an act of free expression.
A tool of youthful exuberance, and a social network.
Public opinion has always had a negative portrayal of us in society. (We aren't a sport.)
And it has only been just recently that we have become been socially acceptable.
While this may be a great thing (on paper), we have only allowed the spoils of society into our very sacred practice.
This exposure on the grandeur scale, within mediums of advertisement, television, and video games, has only been poison to the ethics of our artform.
Yeah, exposure is great. Don't get me wrong.
I completely enjoy watching episodes of Fantasy Factory or the Maloof Money Cup without having to sitting in front of a computer. (Oh, how I wish I had Fuel TV. Lol)
And I also enjoy picking up a controller and skating in the lifelike simulations that Skate has created.
We are spoiled, in that regard.
But as we become more and more socially acceptable, we in turn become loudly marketable and corporate appealing.
Art and corporation; oil and water.
There's no history of the two collaborating to a shared success.
------------------------------
Here are two pieces of evidence, to this downfall I have addressed.
(Along with further commentary)
First piece:
There's absolutely nothing wrong with Mike Mo going to demos, only to find himself playing games of S.K.A.T.E against little rascals who can't wait to tell their friends that they've gotten 1 or 2 letters on him. I'm totally cool with it, and in a way I admire it.
That isn't why I posted this particular video.
It's the fact that this awkward tike at this demo, has no idea who Mike Mo Capaldi is (Baha, fuckin Mike Biber). He is then corrected by this dudebro who doesn't come across any more knowledgeable then him, by not knowing how to pronounce Biebel.
Disclaimer:
If you skate, this is common knowledge.
It's like playing basketball, and not knowing who or how to pronounce Lebron or Kobe.
I have a little bit of sympathy for the little kid. Because he's obviously timid, embarrassed, and clearly doesn't skate. I honestly feel kind of bad for him, especially being that this video streams from ESPN (technically).
But the taller guy just comes off as a complete bloke. I don't buy his misunderstanding. This bro doesn't give any shit about skating. He just had nothing else better to do that day, cause he didn't have football practice. Lol
------------------------------
Second Piece:
Wow.
What happened?
When will (fuckin pointless) plot driven skateboard video games croak?
And when will somebody acknowledge this, as clearly the same road the Tony Hawk series went down? (Doesn't anyone learn from mistakes.)
Anyone sense the pattern.
Skate (1) & Tony Hawk Pro Skater (1):
Solely about skating what was already created and prioritization of gameplay and mechanics (notably the introduction of Skate's Flick-It. BEST THING EVER).
Skate (2) & Tony Hawk PS(2):
Still very much about core surroundings and mechanics.
Although Skate 2, like many of the later Tony Hawk titles, which pushed:
I am a native american.
I once owned the land beneath you.
I trusted the government.
I am now a prisoner, entitled to only leftovers.
My image will forever be blemished.
Like native americans, skateboarding is now a product of the system.
Skateboarding has gone though many periods.
Yet, it has forever been an artform, an act of free expression.
A tool of youthful exuberance, and a social network.
Public opinion has always had a negative portrayal of us in society. (We aren't a sport.)
And it has only been just recently that we have become been socially acceptable.
While this may be a great thing (on paper), we have only allowed the spoils of society into our very sacred practice.
This exposure on the grandeur scale, within mediums of advertisement, television, and video games, has only been poison to the ethics of our artform.
Yeah, exposure is great. Don't get me wrong.
I completely enjoy watching episodes of Fantasy Factory or the Maloof Money Cup without having to sitting in front of a computer. (Oh, how I wish I had Fuel TV. Lol)
And I also enjoy picking up a controller and skating in the lifelike simulations that Skate has created.
We are spoiled, in that regard.
But as we become more and more socially acceptable, we in turn become loudly marketable and corporate appealing.
Art and corporation; oil and water.
There's no history of the two collaborating to a shared success.
------------------------------
Here are two pieces of evidence, to this downfall I have addressed.
(Along with further commentary)
First piece:
There's absolutely nothing wrong with Mike Mo going to demos, only to find himself playing games of S.K.A.T.E against little rascals who can't wait to tell their friends that they've gotten 1 or 2 letters on him. I'm totally cool with it, and in a way I admire it.
That isn't why I posted this particular video.
It's the fact that this awkward tike at this demo, has no idea who Mike Mo Capaldi is (Baha, fuckin Mike Biber). He is then corrected by this dudebro who doesn't come across any more knowledgeable then him, by not knowing how to pronounce Biebel.
Disclaimer:
If you skate, this is common knowledge.
It's like playing basketball, and not knowing who or how to pronounce Lebron or Kobe.
I have a little bit of sympathy for the little kid. Because he's obviously timid, embarrassed, and clearly doesn't skate. I honestly feel kind of bad for him, especially being that this video streams from ESPN (technically).
But the taller guy just comes off as a complete bloke. I don't buy his misunderstanding. This bro doesn't give any shit about skating. He just had nothing else better to do that day, cause he didn't have football practice. Lol
------------------------------
Second Piece:
Wow.
What happened?
When will (fuckin pointless) plot driven skateboard video games croak?
And when will somebody acknowledge this, as clearly the same road the Tony Hawk series went down? (Doesn't anyone learn from mistakes.)
Anyone sense the pattern.
Skate (1) & Tony Hawk Pro Skater (1):
Solely about skating what was already created and prioritization of gameplay and mechanics (notably the introduction of Skate's Flick-It. BEST THING EVER).
Skate (2) & Tony Hawk PS(2):
Still very much about core surroundings and mechanics.
Although Skate 2, like many of the later Tony Hawk titles, which pushed:
- self-exploration of terrain (i.e. movable objects and level customization)
- new controls and mechanics (i.e. handflips, handplants, and footplants)
- more character customization (i.e. importing of graphics.)
- deeper story-line, missions, and objectives
- and the introduction of a (sloppy) walking mechanic.
Every one of these components were clearly stated and demanded in the messageboards and forums of Skate (1) fans. (I myself, frequented the EA Skate forums, but hoping to find evidence that this wouldn't be another Tony Hawk curse to skateboarding.)
I personally can't stand the "overkill" of features. Who the fuck do you know, that does handflips and footplants (that isn't trying to make a joke)? Haha.
But like any other democratic process, the voice of the majority will eventually get its way. Unfortunately, the gaming majority's interest is not the interest of our "true skateboard minority".
Final Thoughts:
1. Why is EA listening to these kids, who purchase video games with weekly allowances and gift cards from holidays-past?
2. What happen to the guidance of pro skateboarders, in the production of Skate titles?
They once prided themselves with this attention to detail.
3. And at what price are they willing to pay, to see another failed series embodying every characteristic that (true) skateboarding has always been against.
Stop allowing "awkward tikes" and "brodudes" from ruin the image of skateboarding.
Stop Skate 3.
(Or better yet, prove me wrong.)
///
Friday, November 6, 2009
November Nine
Final Table Broadcast
Tuesday, November 10
9pm ESPN
Prediction:
Darvin Moon will be ousted around 5th place. (Luck will end here.)
4th: Ivey (To far in the hole, to make a legit run.)
3rd: Cada
2nd: Shulman
1st: Steve Begleiter will win. (The rich will get richer.)
///
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Yet another dilemma
I'm having a hard time deciding whether...
...I like She & Him more, or (500) Days Of Summer.
(Either way, I suppose works for me.)
Credits:
"Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?"
By: She & Him
Directed By: Marc Webb
------------------------------
Sidenote:
I found myself flipping back and forth between the final game of the World Series (which I'm absolutely not a baseball fan, but more a fan of celebration, I'd say) and Changeling, which happened to be on HBO.
I didn't at all intend on watching Changeling. It just never appealed to me. I think this is because of the emergence of other 20's inspired movies, or frankly any movie set in the early eras. I tend to believe they rely too heavily on big budget and star power. The genre just feels a bit diluted and gimmicky as more and more of these films come about on a yearly basis. So, I find myself looking past them when they're released into theaters.
But when the vintage Universal Studios intro came at the opening credits of Changeling, I found myself wondering... What movie went so far as to be particular with this Universal intro? I enjoy that 5 to 10 secs of visual detail. Props, Eastwood.
2 hours later. (1:30am.) (Which I also have class in the morning.)
I find myself awake and elated, with so many emotions. So much I want to talk about.
It was quite a rollercoaster.
I felt so disgusted; particularly every scene that Captain Jones was in. Fuck him, and the guy who played him so well.
And I equally felt so compelled to the pain and suffering of Christine Collins.
Inevitably, leaving me overjoyed to the see a smiling, strong-hearted Angelina Jolie in the last moments of the film.
On most mornings, I pain to think about the nights I spend laying in bed aimlessly watching TV.
So unlike most days, when I find my face adhered to my desk... struggling to stay awake in 7 hours, I'll make sure to remind myself how much it was worth it.
///
...I like She & Him more, or (500) Days Of Summer.
(Either way, I suppose works for me.)
Credits:
"Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?"
By: She & Him
Directed By: Marc Webb
------------------------------
Sidenote:
I found myself flipping back and forth between the final game of the World Series (which I'm absolutely not a baseball fan, but more a fan of celebration, I'd say) and Changeling, which happened to be on HBO.
I didn't at all intend on watching Changeling. It just never appealed to me. I think this is because of the emergence of other 20's inspired movies, or frankly any movie set in the early eras. I tend to believe they rely too heavily on big budget and star power. The genre just feels a bit diluted and gimmicky as more and more of these films come about on a yearly basis. So, I find myself looking past them when they're released into theaters.
But when the vintage Universal Studios intro came at the opening credits of Changeling, I found myself wondering... What movie went so far as to be particular with this Universal intro? I enjoy that 5 to 10 secs of visual detail. Props, Eastwood.
2 hours later. (1:30am.) (Which I also have class in the morning.)
I find myself awake and elated, with so many emotions. So much I want to talk about.
It was quite a rollercoaster.
I felt so disgusted; particularly every scene that Captain Jones was in. Fuck him, and the guy who played him so well.
And I equally felt so compelled to the pain and suffering of Christine Collins.
Inevitably, leaving me overjoyed to the see a smiling, strong-hearted Angelina Jolie in the last moments of the film.
On most mornings, I pain to think about the nights I spend laying in bed aimlessly watching TV.
So unlike most days, when I find my face adhered to my desk... struggling to stay awake in 7 hours, I'll make sure to remind myself how much it was worth it.
///
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Halloweenies and beanies
Sigh. Good times.
Correction, funny times.
I never knew it, but I've always enjoyed Halloween.
Although, its not as anticipatory as it was when I was quite younger.
My best recollections of the annual event were spent in the consecutive years that I went out to Taylan's house in Black Hammock (Definitively, the best place in the world). Trips consisted of shooting guns, interesting sleeping arrangements, my first (real) adventures with alcohol (and embarrassment haha), and just simply making memories with my best of friends.
But one of my favorite parts bar none, have always been the trips to and from Taylan's.
Particularly and one of the most memorable moments in my life was the year me and Jonah rode together. I believe my sophomore year. In brief, the night was quite blur, but it was the morning after that I never seemed to forget. With the windows of his rooms open, allowing the draft of what was soon to be winter through, I recall walking into Taylan's room. A Miles Davis CD was playing, and just remember sitting in there, breathing it all in. Adding to that sense of liberation and serenity, Jonah and I rode back home. It felt oddly as if, we were on that one empty road with its trees encompassing every direction, for days. We listened to minimalistic Steve Reich that whole ride back. Eventually the restless night caught up with me. I fell asleep. But, I wish I didn't.
If that was my sophomore year, that would make it 5 years ago.
Its crazy to think how much times have changed.
The next year later included the presence of Daniel Moody, Jay Jenkins, and Max (and of course other lesser important people lol). But since not every one knew how to get to the house, we all met up at the Gate gas station on Heckscher. I believe there was a convoy of like 5 or 6 cars. We had the road to ourselves the whole way to Taylan's (since it was at night), so we fooled around the whole time; swerving, tailgating, and driving off the road. It was quite amazing.
But just last year I recall, me and Tonee were driving back from Taylan's and my car totally hydroplaned around a bend at the end of New Berlin Rd. It was equally one of the scariest and most exhilarating moments of my life. Haha.
Good times.
------------------------------
As for last night, it will never compare to those Black Hammock years, but it was surely a refreshing experience.
I left Fleming Island with a whole carload; Ivan, Ritter, and Devin. Got to Will's (formerly Bill's, although that can always change) somewhere around 4. With no definitive schedule to go by, time lapsed hours until any activity worth mentioning. With no one arriving at the "set" time of 9, I began to wonder the intensity the party would measure. Clearly that bothered me, but I hold no grudges (especially to Will, although he does owe me $15 still, lol). So patiently, we proceeded without everyone. People eventually came. But I left prior to this.
I decided to stop by for Jeff's 21st birthday party at the Shuck residence. I was there for 5 mins, because they decided to move the keg a couple miles down the road. I followed with Jeff and Lane. Clock eventually struck midnight, and Jeff openly accepted his introduction into the grown up world. Although technically, he was born at 8am, so he really was no different than me at that particular time. Lol. I'm just really happy that I got to be there for him at midnight, cause me and him have had a deep history.
But soon after, I got back on the road, swiped up Tonee, and got back to Will's. Corey and Lauren were present, I wasn't at all expecting that as I walked in. Lol. I also realized that Ritter no longer was wearing his bumble bee costume. And after getting the full story, of how the cops showed up (which happened to be a set up) and Ritter and Devin bucking out and jumping fences to flee the scene, we went to go get his costume off the ground on the other side of the block. Bahaha.
From that point, the rest of the night was a complete blur.
I woke up this morning on a couch, in the fetal position. To my left were 2, maybe 3 people on another couch. I wasn't paying any sort of attention at that particular moment. Lol. It was kind of cold, too. I wanted to get up and get my sweater out of my bag (which was 10 steps from my comfy couch) but I couldn't quite muster up the motivation to make that move. At 9, I was rudely awaken to the voice of Will. I reasoned with myself, that Will was gonna act like Will, as usual. Correct. He was in demand mode, and I was in "I don't give a shit" mode. It worked out quite nicely, in my favor. Haha.
The guys filled me in on what I missed, since I guess I fell asleep early. For example, the second run in with the cops in one night. Lol. I guess there's no hiding from the fuzz. Devin, Tonee, and Ritter decided to take a midnight stroll around the neighborhood. Except it wasn't midnight... it was like 4am. I guess that tends to look more sketch than normal, thus attracting the attention of the cops. One 4am stroll = 4 squad cars (that makes sense, I guess.)
They also filled me in on this one dude at the party, Will's boss at T-Mobile. Dude was straight Chicago status and straight out of "My New Haircut". Guy was surely a bloke, in my mind.
Moral of that story: Eric does a damn good impression of blokes
------------------------------
The Pictures Of The Evening
(all pictures can be expanded)
Correction, funny times.
I never knew it, but I've always enjoyed Halloween.
Although, its not as anticipatory as it was when I was quite younger.
My best recollections of the annual event were spent in the consecutive years that I went out to Taylan's house in Black Hammock (Definitively, the best place in the world). Trips consisted of shooting guns, interesting sleeping arrangements, my first (real) adventures with alcohol (and embarrassment haha), and just simply making memories with my best of friends.
But one of my favorite parts bar none, have always been the trips to and from Taylan's.
Particularly and one of the most memorable moments in my life was the year me and Jonah rode together. I believe my sophomore year. In brief, the night was quite blur, but it was the morning after that I never seemed to forget. With the windows of his rooms open, allowing the draft of what was soon to be winter through, I recall walking into Taylan's room. A Miles Davis CD was playing, and just remember sitting in there, breathing it all in. Adding to that sense of liberation and serenity, Jonah and I rode back home. It felt oddly as if, we were on that one empty road with its trees encompassing every direction, for days. We listened to minimalistic Steve Reich that whole ride back. Eventually the restless night caught up with me. I fell asleep. But, I wish I didn't.
If that was my sophomore year, that would make it 5 years ago.
Its crazy to think how much times have changed.
The next year later included the presence of Daniel Moody, Jay Jenkins, and Max (and of course other lesser important people lol). But since not every one knew how to get to the house, we all met up at the Gate gas station on Heckscher. I believe there was a convoy of like 5 or 6 cars. We had the road to ourselves the whole way to Taylan's (since it was at night), so we fooled around the whole time; swerving, tailgating, and driving off the road. It was quite amazing.
But just last year I recall, me and Tonee were driving back from Taylan's and my car totally hydroplaned around a bend at the end of New Berlin Rd. It was equally one of the scariest and most exhilarating moments of my life. Haha.
Good times.
------------------------------
As for last night, it will never compare to those Black Hammock years, but it was surely a refreshing experience.
I left Fleming Island with a whole carload; Ivan, Ritter, and Devin. Got to Will's (formerly Bill's, although that can always change) somewhere around 4. With no definitive schedule to go by, time lapsed hours until any activity worth mentioning. With no one arriving at the "set" time of 9, I began to wonder the intensity the party would measure. Clearly that bothered me, but I hold no grudges (especially to Will, although he does owe me $15 still, lol). So patiently, we proceeded without everyone. People eventually came. But I left prior to this.
I decided to stop by for Jeff's 21st birthday party at the Shuck residence. I was there for 5 mins, because they decided to move the keg a couple miles down the road. I followed with Jeff and Lane. Clock eventually struck midnight, and Jeff openly accepted his introduction into the grown up world. Although technically, he was born at 8am, so he really was no different than me at that particular time. Lol. I'm just really happy that I got to be there for him at midnight, cause me and him have had a deep history.
But soon after, I got back on the road, swiped up Tonee, and got back to Will's. Corey and Lauren were present, I wasn't at all expecting that as I walked in. Lol. I also realized that Ritter no longer was wearing his bumble bee costume. And after getting the full story, of how the cops showed up (which happened to be a set up) and Ritter and Devin bucking out and jumping fences to flee the scene, we went to go get his costume off the ground on the other side of the block. Bahaha.
From that point, the rest of the night was a complete blur.
I woke up this morning on a couch, in the fetal position. To my left were 2, maybe 3 people on another couch. I wasn't paying any sort of attention at that particular moment. Lol. It was kind of cold, too. I wanted to get up and get my sweater out of my bag (which was 10 steps from my comfy couch) but I couldn't quite muster up the motivation to make that move. At 9, I was rudely awaken to the voice of Will. I reasoned with myself, that Will was gonna act like Will, as usual. Correct. He was in demand mode, and I was in "I don't give a shit" mode. It worked out quite nicely, in my favor. Haha.
The guys filled me in on what I missed, since I guess I fell asleep early. For example, the second run in with the cops in one night. Lol. I guess there's no hiding from the fuzz. Devin, Tonee, and Ritter decided to take a midnight stroll around the neighborhood. Except it wasn't midnight... it was like 4am. I guess that tends to look more sketch than normal, thus attracting the attention of the cops. One 4am stroll = 4 squad cars (that makes sense, I guess.)
They also filled me in on this one dude at the party, Will's boss at T-Mobile. Dude was straight Chicago status and straight out of "My New Haircut". Guy was surely a bloke, in my mind.
Moral of that story: Eric does a damn good impression of blokes
------------------------------
The Pictures Of The Evening
(all pictures can be expanded)
I was (supposed to be) straight edge. Haha.
And under closer inspection, you will see that I wasn't completely uninspiring.
The intention was to subtle and not overkill.
Iono, I'm just not much for transformations, but this did allow me to trial run the tattoo and piercing lifestyle. And after much consideration, I have a little more than mixed feelings on it. Lol
I also had a really dope Gator Bait tat at the bend of my arm, that had the years (1996, 2006, 2008, and 2009*) included, but unfortunately it was hard to shoot.
(*Confidence. GO GATORS!)
(i thought i loved you, but it was just how you looked in the light.)
RVCA lightning pride
witta
The bees. The brew got them buzzin.
Ivan attempted to rock tights and no sweats over them.
He just looked and acted gay as fuck. Lol
This is the outcome of a last second costume purchase.
Shit was just awkward right off the bat. Hahaha
Cash for covering the keg. Not sure if Will ended up breaking even.
Devin rockin the hand-me-down. Ivan wore that last year.
I would have sworn it was the cookie monster though. Lol.
Maybe I'll take it next year.
angles
an inappropriate elmo
Chicago a.k.a my new haircut. Supposedly he knows Damon Jones. Lol
Particularly, my fav photo out of the set. It's interesting.
Baby table status. Making it as legitimate as possible is always the key.
Lol
I surely hit awkward by this point.
Tonee is completely underestimated in life. Haha
A genius at work. If you've never seen one before, than you're quite welcome. Lol
A couple points to make here:
1. If taken out of context, Tonee could be puking. I just love its candid quality.
2. Travis is the shit.
3. I can't seem to tell whether his sweater is small, or if he's rockin too tall of a tee that his sweater is actually normal size. Lol.
4. Oh, did i mention tonee is a genius?
THE MOST AWKWARD PICTURE IN THE SET (Oh yeah, there's an award.)
Corey's cameo appearance. He was himself for halloween, I believe.
Uninspiring, but surely classy.
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But now that Halloween is behind me, its time to look forward.
...Look forward to another shitty week.
In other news:
Gangs of Fourstar (Europe tour video) is posted on fourstarclothing.com (2 thumbs up)
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