No Man Is An Island

A happiness that is sought for ourselves alone can never be found: for a happiness that is diminished by being shared is not big enough to make us happy.

-Thomas Merton

True-idge.

Well Played, Mosquito… I Guess.

6/25/08 Sleep Log:

• Asleep at 2 am.
• Awoken at 7 am by a mosquito whispering in my ear. Her goal, she buzzed, was haematophagy.
• Between 7 and 7:15, I slapped my back and face between 25 and 30 times.
• At 7:16, exhausted, I rose, unable to sleep with the threat of an itchy bite looming.

Clearly the mosquito I slaughtered a couple days ago was related to this one. She was out for revenge.

I know it is not good to make generalizations, but I think all mosquitoes are jerks and I hate them all.

On a more positive note, I love this song:

Just Another Day – Jon Secada

Generic Questions

From now on, I refuse to respond to generic questions and statements. I have been getting a lot of this:

1. L.A., huh?
2. You won’t like it there.
3. Did you know that everyone there is materialistic?
4. How are you going to get around? You will need a car. What are you going to do about that?
5. Are you going to get a job?

I mean, if these are the questions that are popping into your head, just say NOTHING. You don’t have to talk just to fill up the space.

How am I supposed to answer your questions? Yes, L.A. I am going there to become shallow. Shit, I need a car there? What will I do? Oh no! I was planning on taking the train or walking everywhere! I guess I will just sleep in the gutter and die of starvation, especially since I didn’t realize I was going to have to get a job. And you say I won’t like it there… I wish I’d known that before I decided to move there!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Oh, and by the way, this is a fake beard and eyebrows… I am not who you think I am… or am I??????

Bad Move, Mosquito

Your first mistake was flying right in front of my face. I was writing an email and you flew by my face. I bet you were looking for a spot to land.

You want to feed on my blood. You don’t even care that if you do so, you’ll be giving me a bump that could itch for days. You are selfish.

Sure, you fly around in a zig zagging motion, but eventually you always have to land somewhere. That’s why I’m not going to chase you around trying to catch you between my clapping hands like some cheering fool.

I will play the waiting game.

Overconfident, you landed on the side of my mattress, even though I, your enemy, was laying right there. I measured it out, and BLAMMO, I wacked your winged, slender body against the side of the mattress, killing you on impact, leaving you on the floor as a warning to all your little blood-sucking friends.

Stay out of my room.

Analysis of Bonnie Raitt

Let us compare two Bonnie Raitt jams, “One Belief Away” and “Something to Talk About”.

Both songs are about friends who should become lovers according to either her or those around her. She must’ve been in this situation several times, or one intense time. Makes sense, because she’s a cool chick, she plays guitar with the boys, probably sometimes she gets along well with a guy who admires her talent but isn’t attracted to her, but she likes him like that.

From “Something to Talk About”: They keep saying we laugh just a little too loud (little too loud), stare just a little too long (a little too long)… maybe they’re seeing something we don’t, darling. Let’s give ‘em something to talk about (something to talk about), a little mystery to figure out…

From “One Belief Away”: You and I we walk around it. Why is the truth so hard to say? We long for true love, well, we found it, it’s just one belief away.

[Quotes may not be completely accurate, I wrote them from memory and didn't double check.]

So one song is about friends who flirt and everyone can tell they like each other but they don’t admit it. The other is about friends who are obviously not admitting their love for each other. Pretty similar material here. I wonder why she sees it but the guy doesn’t.

Can you imagine if Bonnie Raitt wrote you a love song and you were like, Eeesh, sorry, Bonnie, I just wanna be friends. Sorry.

She’d be like, Okay, I’ll just go hang out with my friends Bruce Springsteen, Stevie Knicks and James Taylor.

Also, today is my last day of work. For some reason I can put pictures on this blog from my work computer, but not from my laptop. So there may not be any pics on here for a while. Sorry, jerks.

The Pizza Guru

The Love Guru looks so not funny. I can’t believe people actually still want to see Mike Myers playing some kooky weirdo who gets a lot of chicks. Austin Powers wasn’t funny either. Everyone who liked it and quoted it, while they may not be a complete fool in general, were at least in a temporary state of being a fool.

Yeahhhhhhh baby!

I think Mike Myers is my least favorite comedian, along with Robin Williams.

Omg so funny!

That is all.

Please disperse.

There will be free pizza later, compliments of The Pizza Guru.

Whistlin’

I recorded a new song with zimlinghaus.com on Friday night. He is easily the best whistler I’ve ever encountered.

Backing vocals by whistling enthusiasts Anthony and Marc, aka the Wash. Ave. Whistlin’ Crew.

I made the tight beat.

This is maybe one of the truest songs ever recorded.

Here it is: Whistlin.

This is a black-bellied whistling duck: