I'll Take You To Burn

Play this song as you read this post. That's an order. 

Preston and I finally have the fireplace working and holy cow, does it change things. Last night we had a little get together with a small cluster of friendly people, tossed in a log and listened to tunes, told stories and drank some booze.

On this rainy Friday, we decided to do it all over again. Feels good to put yer' feet up, listen to the crackling flames, sip some tea and watch Star Trek. 

Who says college living is supposed to be humble?

Sleep

A while ago a post on Ludwig's blog got me thinking about sleep. In recent weeks I have been incredibly tired from the moment I wake up until about 6 at night. It blows and it only happens on weekdays when I have to get up early. Clearly, I don't get enough sleep.

Today was the final straw. I woke up with a shitty headache and I still have it. The only time it's not bothering me is when I'm asleep. That sucks. 

I usually get five to six hours a night. That is what I got last year and could totally function on it. I guess I'm getting old, though, because now it just ain't enough these days. 

I have been doing some research and it turns out that six hours of sleep is, frankly, not enough. I can't really do anything about it because I have such a hard time falling asleep. I get my work done earlier and earlier these days so I have the potential to get a good nights rest but never seem to. 

Tonight will be different. It's 10:30. I'm going to crawl into my bed. Read a bit, breath a bit, hit the lights and hopefully snooze off at midnight. That will give me seven and a half hours of sleep under my belt. If it feels that good in the morning, I'll do it every night. 

I feel sort of like a herb going to sleep at 11. Oh well. I guess that's how big boys do it.

More importantly, I'm curious, how much sleep do you guys get? I know Carlos gets a lot more than I do because he's more responsible. I talked to him and said it then and I'll say it again: you are doing it right. 

What about everyone else? You get more than 6 hours of sleep a night?

On an unrelated note, if I knew how to drive this is exactly how it would go down these days:

"What in the hell was that?"

Pain In The Ass P.O.V

A little context here. My laundry room is in the next building so I have to put my shoes (and pants) on, walk outside, enter another building and crawl down into the basement. I'd complain about it but I got it better than a lot of other kids I know who have to drag their shit to a Laundromat. Still, things find ways of going wrong and it's only so long until I can't hold my tongue anymore...

"Don't be scared, Kevin. Don't be scared, Kevin..."

"Booyah! Clean laundry. Now I won't 

smell like ass tomorrow!"

"Hey, what the fuck? This shit's still wet! It was

in here for an hour!"

"I'll do it again. Looks like I'm getting 60 minutes less

sleep tonight..."

"Good thing I'm prepared. Wait...who put a dime

 and a nickel in my quarter jar?! ASS!"

"Fuck it. I'm going to sleep."

Holy cow, Truthers at my door

A few weeks ago I posted a video about 9/11 not being a conspiracy. I was fully aware of the comments I would get from "Truthers" who disagree with me. In fact, that was one of the reasons I did it. I'll be honest, I thought it would be fun to get people's goats. Problem is, once I had a few hundred goats tied up in my backyard I realized how loud and annoying goats are.

Over the weeks the comments have grown more and more aggressive. Whatever, yo, water off my back. I'm a big boy. 

What is frustrating, however, is that the comments are beginning to show that people are completely incapable of peacefully disagreeing with each other. Still, a much more disturbing fact was that people generally think "Acknowledge" is spelt "Agnologe"

Today I got one that I thought was so interesting I should post it here. It comes from some guy named "Michellenite" who has no videos uploaded so I can't really get a feel for what he's into.

He said:

"Listen BrokeHoeProductions You know nothing.. you are a chump ass child..9/11 was created by our own government.... I live in Chicago as well... and i am ACTIVE... if you step to me when I am demonstrating.. I Will HURT you"

Holy shit. This guy is pissed. I thought I would emphasize his anger by putting his quotes in a soft salmon color. I am very grateful for Michellenite's comment because it helped prove a point. Taking any idea so extremely that you become fanatical is a big fucking problem this country has. 

I have one thing to say to this individual and truly mean it. I responded on Youtube so he will end up reading it (as I'm comfortable to assume he is not a reader of this blog). Frankly, I hope I do cross paths with this man. Why? Because he will feel like a completle and utter douche bag for hurting someone simply because they diasgreed with him. 

It's funny how people like this consider themselves protectors American freedoms.

Sillies. 

I'm a Rock it, Man.

Preston and  I have been obsessed with the acting abilities of William Shatner. Because of this, I was surfing the Tube and came across what might be the most wonderful, bizarre and stimulating videos of all time.

I present to you, William Shatner doing Rocketman.

Meet my new roommate

No, Preston hasn't bailed on me. I now have a second roommate. He doesn't have a name yet but I think he'd love to meet you.

Today I went to Petco with Preston. It was a long and beautiful walk through a part of Chicago I have never ventured through. I was going to buy a hamster but things didn't quite work out that way once I got there.

I found myself staring at the Guinea Pigs. They were super cool but a bit out of my budget. I was just about to give up and settle with a lame hamster. That is when fate stepped in.  

Preston and I were approached by a very nice young lady named Rachel. She worked at the joint and told us about a Guinea pig that was up for adoption. We went over and met him. We fell in love. 

He is a year old and was given up by his previous family because the daughter couldn't handle it's awesomeness. It is friendly, loves people and huge. When you put your hand in the cage he doesn't run away like most small rodents. Instead, he walks right up to you and smells/licks your fingers. He loves to sit on laps and watch Star Trek. He's perfect. 

By the time we decided to adopt him it was raining and we had our hands full. We were a far walk away from home and things were looking bleak. 

That's when Rachel offered us a ride. It was very gracious of her and she didn't seem to mind at all. She's one of those people that give me hope for humanity. 

After settling in we tossed our new friend a few chew sticks. He loves em'. We are getting a leash for him soon and I'm excited to have a little buddy to keep my lap warm when I'm watching TV. I just hope he doesn't shit and piss all over me (which I'm pretty sure these things are known to do). I will let you know when that happens. 

Right now we are just trying to name him. I voted for Spock, Papa New Guinea Pig or Moe Green. Any suggestions?

Captain's Log: No fridge

I love mildly rainy afternoons. The air is crisp, the light is easy on the eyes and there isn't much foot traffic outside (which means I can keep the curtains open without feeling like a Zoo attraction). Preston had the right idea and fell asleep on the futon. I have dibs on it when he wakes up.

I have been watching the first season of Star Trek remasters in glorious HD (with a few added CGI effects that really ruin it, but hey, it's better than nothing), drinking tea and taking in this perfect day. 

In other news, our fridge broke (again) and Preston and I lost a lot of food. We have been living off of frozen goods since the freezer works fine. It's been a bit of a bummer but today we got a call from the Landlord who said tomorrow we are getting a brand spanking new, beautiful fridge. I can't wait. The only problem is that we didn't notice the thing had turned off for what seems to be at least a day or two. That means all of our food has been sitting in there slowly rotting away. It smells like pure, undiluted shit that was wrapped in an onion, fermented in urine and then buried deep below the earth for hundreds of years. We have to clean it out before the new fridge comes (we don't want to be assholes and send this one off filled with rotting corpses for some poor schmuck to put in the back of his truck) so I'm building up the courage to take care of business later tonight.

Not something I'm looking forward to.