A journey.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

My great new band!

I never, ever, ever partake in silly Internet chain mails or surveys. Especially on Facebook. Why? Because I'm too good for them. At least I thought I was until earlier today.

I know. I know. Don't judge me just yet. I'm already deeply ashamed and don't need your disapproval. This is something I have to live with, dammit.

The way it works is one opens up Wikipedia and clicks on the "random" page button. That, my starlets, is now the name of your awesome band.

Second, the person opens up this quotation page and scrolls to the bottom. Write down the last five words of whatever the last quote is. This is the name of your ground breaking album. How hardcore.

Thirdly, you open up flicker and click on the interesting photos of the last seven weeks (or someshit like that) and the third picture is your album cover.

Work some magic in Photoshop and there you have it. Your new hit band. Feels good right? Enjoy the high until you realize this does not exist and you are just a regular person.

Here's mine. We are called ESHKOL. Wiki it, baby.

If you make one, post the link the comments section. Maybe we can start a record store.

Monday, March 2, 2009

VIdeo games

Alright. Everyone knows I spend a great deal of my time huddled in the Galarza nest where it's warm and cuddly. There, Carlos and I play our fair share of video games and are not afraid to admit it. Call us geeks or nerds, we consider it an art form and a new way of storytelling that has evolved rapidly in a short period of time. Alongside film and Stella Artois, it may be our favorite means of escapism.

Now. All that being said, today my copy of Killzone 2 arrived from the boys over at Amazon. I popped her into my console and promptly had my mind completely blown away, pecked up and eaten by mutant terradactyls which then vomited into their baby dinosaur's mouths.

It's a crazy game.

After a few hours, though, something strange started happening. My pulse was racing and I felt anxious. What's going on? I was cold. Hypersensitive. Long after putting the game down I was making a sandwich and had a wartime flashback when I heard the microwave beep. It seems I was suffering a mild case of post traumatic stress disorder. And that's when it hit me.

Video games have become totally awesome.

Too awesome.

I can't wait till my kids have heart attacks playing Pokemon 12.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Holy shit I'm tired

Yesterday I was over at the Museum checking out the Edward Munch show (which was pretty awesome) and I read that some out-dated shrinks had a theory he suffered from an urban induced insanity.

Basically, that the cat spent too much time in the city keeping up with the hustle and bustle of things and it drove him mad. There was a name for it and I tried to google it but was instead linked to a blog about gays and depression.

Well, as I sit writing this I feel a little bit like our friend Eddy M. Running on too few hours of sleep with 12 long ones of class ahead of me, my eyes are crossing, my fingers can't seem to type and all I want to do is crawl into my bed and rest. Of course, I won't be able to do that for another seven hundred and twenty minutes. Or, 43,200 seconds if you want to get down to the nitty gritty.

Sure, I'm not going off the walls but I definitely feel drained by cities to a certain degree. At least maybe one city in particular (COUGH, cough) but I'm not going to point fingers.