Blog Begats Blog
What up world!
So I got the Maine #1 Fan to start up a new blog when I showed her this badboy.
I hate the word blog, it's ridiculous.
I picked up Smeller, aka my sister, from Camp today, it was down in Brewster on the Cape--fuck man that is a fucking trek. There's like two bridges in and out and both of them are connected to rotaries and two lane highways. Ugh it took forever to get down there, but after the first traffic jam (just a few miles form Braintree) I put on Gogol Bordello's "Gypsy Punks Underdog World Strike" the Gypsy Punk masterpiece had me dancing in the driver's seat and nothing else mattered but having fun. The record finally ended and I then put on Daddy Yankee's "Barrio Fino." Listen to Reggaeton on Cape Cod is certainly a bizarre mixture. I roll up to the camp enterance and was great by these two aussie girls that work there, they were totally confused by what I was listening to, "It's a Western Hemisphere thing." I told 'em.
The smelelr was quickly signed out and her shit thrown in back. Driving back was bizarre because I was going 80 and yet all these knuckleheads would ride my ass and try to pass me, you know like what I do to people driving back from school. See i think how fast I drive is a bit excessive already, but when someone is acting like they did to me, on a two lane highway no less, I think it's down right dumb. Oh and traffic was held up because a Connecticut driver decided he'd drive in the eft lane, fucking Connecicut drivers they go the speed limit in the left line on 95 even late at night when the cops are asleep. I fucking loath CT.
Oh so last night I konked out at like 10 something. Around 1 my friend Jonah (not the one previously mentioned) decides to prank call me, he wakes my ass up and I couldn't get to sleep for a bit. Hwoever I was dreaming when he woke me so my mind got all befuddled. When my eyes were open I was like, cool I'm in my room lying down, however when I closed my eyes I thought I was moving cases in the BCEC. Weird.
Two more topics and then I'm done:
First: This dopey broad Nikki Frinke wrote in her litte blog (I really do hate this word) that the guilds should be appaulled by "Clerks II" becuase, for those who don't know, the first 10,000 fans to friend the film or him or something would get a credit in the film, mind you this after the real credits and they go by so fast that you can't really read the names. (peep Kevin Smith's diary) Now being a lad trying to get into the film industry, I really don't care, this is long after the cast and crew credits and all the guild and union info. Hell the one credit I have in a student picture my name is misspelt--how shitty! oh and bitch is crazy.
Finally:
A little improv-mockumentary my buds and I threw together is starting to get some movement going. Apparently the podcast of the Chuck Reynolds movie has been downloaded over 100,000 times. All this from Jonah saying something ridiculous while playing the recorder and wearing a tinfoil hat in Harry's backyard.
So I got the Maine #1 Fan to start up a new blog when I showed her this badboy.
I hate the word blog, it's ridiculous.
I picked up Smeller, aka my sister, from Camp today, it was down in Brewster on the Cape--fuck man that is a fucking trek. There's like two bridges in and out and both of them are connected to rotaries and two lane highways. Ugh it took forever to get down there, but after the first traffic jam (just a few miles form Braintree) I put on Gogol Bordello's "Gypsy Punks Underdog World Strike" the Gypsy Punk masterpiece had me dancing in the driver's seat and nothing else mattered but having fun. The record finally ended and I then put on Daddy Yankee's "Barrio Fino." Listen to Reggaeton on Cape Cod is certainly a bizarre mixture. I roll up to the camp enterance and was great by these two aussie girls that work there, they were totally confused by what I was listening to, "It's a Western Hemisphere thing." I told 'em.
The smelelr was quickly signed out and her shit thrown in back. Driving back was bizarre because I was going 80 and yet all these knuckleheads would ride my ass and try to pass me, you know like what I do to people driving back from school. See i think how fast I drive is a bit excessive already, but when someone is acting like they did to me, on a two lane highway no less, I think it's down right dumb. Oh and traffic was held up because a Connecticut driver decided he'd drive in the eft lane, fucking Connecicut drivers they go the speed limit in the left line on 95 even late at night when the cops are asleep. I fucking loath CT.
Oh so last night I konked out at like 10 something. Around 1 my friend Jonah (not the one previously mentioned) decides to prank call me, he wakes my ass up and I couldn't get to sleep for a bit. Hwoever I was dreaming when he woke me so my mind got all befuddled. When my eyes were open I was like, cool I'm in my room lying down, however when I closed my eyes I thought I was moving cases in the BCEC. Weird.
Two more topics and then I'm done:
First: This dopey broad Nikki Frinke wrote in her litte blog (I really do hate this word) that the guilds should be appaulled by "Clerks II" becuase, for those who don't know, the first 10,000 fans to friend the film or him or something would get a credit in the film, mind you this after the real credits and they go by so fast that you can't really read the names. (peep Kevin Smith's diary) Now being a lad trying to get into the film industry, I really don't care, this is long after the cast and crew credits and all the guild and union info. Hell the one credit I have in a student picture my name is misspelt--how shitty! oh and bitch is crazy.
Finally:
A little improv-mockumentary my buds and I threw together is starting to get some movement going. Apparently the podcast of the Chuck Reynolds movie has been downloaded over 100,000 times. All this from Jonah saying something ridiculous while playing the recorder and wearing a tinfoil hat in Harry's backyard.
posted by ESN-TNS at 6:38 PM
2 Comments:
dainm...chuck reynolds rocks that recorder, mang. i love it. oh yeh...and never use "blog" for a word. use either "blah-g" or web log. it drives peoples insane. i use "electronic mail" instead of the usual, and it sends people over the edge. why? i have no fucking idea. but i likes.
Or you could say, "Web-Bilge"
Chuck rocx he is a GAWD.
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