Thursday, December 01, 2005

I Hate Advertisers

Not that anyone reads this, let alone comments, but some golf instructi0n crap caused me to enable word verification on the comments. Sorry, but it couldn't be avoided.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Oh Sam!

My pirate name is:
Iron Sam Flint
A pirate's life isn't easy; it takes a tough person. That's okay with you, though, since you a tough person. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!
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Friday, July 15, 2005

Golf Tips by Ryan

Golf is psychological, you see. Some people react emotionally, and therefore feel all the soaring highs and debilitating lows; some stay composed and fight through, wait for the collapse, and quietly win.

The composed player is steady, consistent, and often underestimated. He's the rock, the foundation, the anchor. He's often a bass player.

The emo-type is fragile, wayward, and dynamic. Often a crowd pleaser, he will fire at the pin at all times, force the putt into the hole, and win big or lose huge. He's often a smacked-out, naked rock singer.

The emo-type has more fun, feels more pain, and loves more deeply.

The anchor is usually at home drinking beer, watching TV, and reading Golf for Dummies.

Chapter 7...

Saturday, July 02, 2005

The Bands Who Rehearse, Win. Right?

My trumpeter friend Josh called me on Thursday and said this, "Dude, I gotta play this competition tonight. I have a drummer, you in?" "Uh...OK."

So in the meantime we (just Josh and I) jam a bit, drink beer, eat sushi, drink beer and at 9 head over to the competition. 2 songs we get. 2. I usually play for 4 hours. Now I have 15 minutes. Somehow, a piano player happens along so we got a band. I don't know if this guy was on the corner with a sign and some ratty clothes that read: "Will play jazz for smack" or what, but who cares, he could play.

Now this was supposed to be a jazz competition, and guess what: I heard a lot of funk. Young kids already playing the smooth shit. Young kids from UCLA. What the hell is going on? I guess there's no Musical Taste 1A class at the ol' Bruin Den. And this jackass comes up telling us to rock, and to hit the judges hard on the first tune, and to (get this) tuck in our shirts to make a good impression. We smirked and nodded.

We get up, we plug in, spy the smooth jazz judges complete with backward Kangol hats, chuckle and we play Softly as in a Morning Sunrise and Summertime. We were alright. They announced the two winning groups that move on to the next round: some other band, and yep, Josh and the Economy Band (his last name is Economy, and I think it was a misread, it probably read the Josh Economy Band). I laughed out loud.

The best part: when the nice group of people asked me how long we had played together, I got to say, "well I met the piano player 20 minutes ago, the drummer I've played with once before, and this is my first gig with the trumpeter."

So we went to the Reno Room and I got a bit, well, drunk.

So, we'll see if the same formula pays off next month. If it does, check your local papers (or at least the Long Beach Press Telegram) for the Josh and the Economy Band Band performing at the Long Beach Jazz Festival.

Monday, June 27, 2005

The Best Things In Life...

Today, I played my girl's ass cheeks like a pair of congas. I'd like to thank my good friend John Lecce for teaching me a basic conga rhythm, and I'd like to thank my lady for being my lady. I love my life.

What a day, what a day!

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Guilt: It's What Drives You

I just read Jewlie's blog and realized I feel guilty about not practicing. Asshole went 3 goddamn years without practicing, and now he can't stop. I'm using the adequate "I need a better instrument to push me to the next level" excuse. So, any of those folks who want to see me do something other than drink beer (from a can, now (sheesh)) and sit, feel free to send any donations to Ryan: c/o Ryan.

In other news, check out Kevin's blog. It's super.

Time for me to cruise the main Cinemax drag.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Vacuums are for maids... and subs.

So here I am, a few weeks later, stuck at school with another 45 minutes to burn up before I can leave, and nothing to say. I think the kids sucked out all my creativity. And what's worse is that all they did today was watch a video. They're like large talking toilets perpetually flushing, and my brain and patience are the turd.

I consistently find myself muttering things like, "when I was your age," and "when I was in school, I didn't talk back, I'd just shut up without having to be told to do so." Which means I'm getting older because of this gig (which I still consider to be a pretty sweet one).

On a lighter note, I had the distinct and profound pleasure of finally golfing with my friends Jewlie, Korean Kevin, and Fisticuffs at Carson par-3 course, and let me tell you what: I done did a doo-diddley dandy job! Got 4 or 5 pars and my first birdie! It was wonderful. And the beginning beginners had fun and did quite well, too. Then we got drunk and ate pizza. What an almost perfect day. That was Sunday, though, and now it's Tuesday, and Friday I'm in love.

That's it for me, I'm all tapped out. Until next month!

Monday, May 23, 2005


Keep trying... Posted by Hello

A Further Attempt at Being Computer Savvy Posted by Hello

Raising a Child is Hard - Teaching 31 to Shut Up? Que Barbaridad.

It's been a long time since I decided to get myself a blog, and still, nothing new. I don't really have time to do silly shit like this. I get up early (try 6am, Jeff!), and struggle to keep 31 11- to 14-year-olds quiet. I even slipped up and told one ridiculous girl to shut up today. Woopsie. Did she listen? Would you have? So I guess I'm just not the dork I used to be, although I am trying to read Isaac Asimov's Understanding Physics for pleasure, so maybe it all balances out.

One last thing, I watched Team America last night with Kevin and a little fancy pants Irish Whiskey (super fancy, that is; and deeelish), and every human being that is over 16 should see the extended version. I won't spoil it, but I must ask "what the hell is wrong with German people?"

Peace out for another couple of weeks.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

3 Years is a Long Time

So I realize every so often that I don't know anything about many things. I'm now going to attempt to learn things about what you kids call "blogging." My friends who are 24 and 25 know how to do things on their computers, I and my friend Kevin don't know jack. So here goes, wish me luck in computer world...

...10 minutes and 3 tries later, I'm a success! I updated my links sidebar thing. I feel so...conquering.

Friday, April 29, 2005

Unbelieveable.

There's so much I do in this world that makes me wonder, "Why in the Hell am I doing this?". This is one such thing, and the answer is Jeff Long (jefflong.blogspot.com).

That's all for now.