The world whispers to me.

Amazon has been recommending to me CD's with sea chanties and pirate music. I think the world is trying to tell me something.



A sailor I shall become.




'Cept I can't swim.


I shall stay home.

With a heavy heart, he wrote this blog entry.

I watched "For Your Consideration" this afternoon. I was quite excited as it was the new Christopher Guest(A Mighty Wind, Best in Show, Waiting for Guffman, he came up with Spinal Tap, though it was directed by Rob Reiner). Also, to double the anticipation, Ricky Gervais is in this movie. I suppose if one is to have "heroes", I'd claim him as one of mine.

So I sit down, ready to enjoy this movie. I pop it in and sit down. Fifteen minutes in, I'm a bit bored and haven't laughed. I figured, "okay, it needs time to warm up. Best in Show took awhile to start being really funny."

About half an hour in, and still, plot wise nothing has really happened, and I don't care about the characters at all, and none of them are really "quirky". Wait, here comes Fred Willard! He'll bring the funny.

Nope. What the hell?

The plot meanders around Oscar buzz on this movie that is being made. I thought this could lead to a lot of scenes of Hollywood magazine shows, and just a parody of the general "Hollywood" ideals. Nope. Nothing.

I'm in hour in, and I hear in the movie that an important person from the studio is going to be on set soon. In the background...yes...I see that bulbous face, and giant grin. There he is, it's Ricky, so I know I'll be laughing and this movie will at least be lifted to an "I was entertained" level.

Nope. It was like he was told "Be in a suit, be British, and sort of do a David Brent type thing." Now, he's not a one trick pony. Extras proved that Gervais can get away from the "stuffy, full of himself" character that Brent was. But this was just not funny. A bit later, he's hitting on that big breasted blonde that's been in most of Guest's movies. She usually plays a vapid well to do woman in his movies(I'm too lazy to look up her real name). Even that wasn't funny.

The movie ends and thank goodness. I'm really sad to say, that this is one of the worst movies I've seen in awhile. I'm a huge Guest fan so I hope he gets back on track on his next movie, or I may just cry. All right, not really.

So perhaps next I'll do a review of an album or a book or something. Who knows. I need something bad to insight me to write something I guess.

Until again.

Right. This is a blog.

So, I plan on writing in this thing more. We'll see how that goes.

Birthday is coming up, not sure what I'm going to do. A lot of people wouldn't be there because of Valentine's Day. Though yesterday Simon said that his wife asked him what they were going to do for Valentine's Day, and he told her "I don't know what you are doing, but I'm going to celebrate Rob's birthday."

Today I thought it would be cool if Alec Baldwin did your voicemail message. If he ever hits the skids, perhaps he could go into this business.

The events for today. Work was a typical day. I had something confirmed that I thought I was correct on. Had someone ask me if I thought a styrofoam cup would melt in microwave. I said I wasn't sure, and if it did melt, she can't blame me. I wonder sometimes if the people I don't really talk to all that much at work think of me as this stuffy, don't trust anyone type. Not that I care, as I don't talk to them.

Came home and watch TV that I had taped Thursday night. The American version of "The Office" is starting to grow on me. It will never take the place of the original, but right now it's all right, and makes me laugh. 30 Rock is good, except for Tracey Morgan. I wonder when he's given a part, if he says "this isn't stereotyped enough, I'll black that up for you." Or maybe he isn't a good actor, he's just good at playing Tracey Morgan. Who knows.

Tonight is the only other night of TV that I watch. Studio 60 is on. I hope this show makes the cut for another season. It's probably my favourite show that's on right now.

Lost starts this Wednesday. We'll see if it can keep my attention again. It did a good job in the first half of the season. I read that next year it is going to do like HBO and a lot of cable networks do, and FOX's 24, and that is play the season straight through, no repeats until the season is over.

Also, was flipping channels earlier and notice that FOX is back. When did that happen? (Can you tell how much I turn on the TV).

w00t. 2007 is off to a great start.

Dad usually will call me when he sees something on TV he thinks is stupid, or something he thinks I will find funny, or if he sees something he thinks I will like. Well, let me rephrase that. He will call me when he sees something he think I will like, based on my tastes when I was in high school. No big deal, that was the last time he was around me for a long period of time, so that's what he thinks I still like.

So, Dad called me tonight to tell me about watching a bit of "Enterprise", the last TV incarnation of the Star Trek franchise. He called to tell me that he didn't like that the Enterprise on that show looks better than Kirk's Enterprise and that they should of made it look older. Plus he had some other complaints that he didn't like. We talked a bit about that. Then talked a little bit about what's going on. Then he asked if I wanted to talk to Mom.

So Mom gets on the phone and does the typical, "so how are you?" and whatnot. Then she says, "he won't tell you this, but I will. He almost had a stroke awhile ago." My reply was "What?" She then says louder "A STROKE". I then say "I heard you, I'm just shocked". She then said it was the Friday before New Years. He was going to go work at the bar, and he told Mom he felt a bit dizzy and his arm on one side felt really numb and the other side hurt a lot. He then went to pick up his friend to go the bar(the friend owns the bar). They get to the bar and Dad says, "I have to go the hospital". So, Dad goes to pick up Mom and they go to the emergency room and they take him right back. The normal top number of blood pressure(diostolic...i think that's the bottom one) should be about 120. Dad's was right at 220. They gave him some medicine and said had he waited any longer he probably would of had the stroke. Mom said that she thinks that he was already starting to have it. I then said it looks as if all those years in medical school are paying off(yes, even with bad news I have to be a smart ass.)

Dad gets back on and we talk a bit more. He then says "we'll see you near your birthday. Or you might see your new Dad, depending on how things go." He then says he's been telling Mom that if he dies, she'll probably wait two days and get married again. Forget her kids she had with him and just take on the new husbands kids. Yes, always with the sass.

So yeah, 2007 is off to a good start.

Happy New Year

I was going to make a list of things I had discovered in 2006, movie, author, music wise. But, I'll be honest, I was lazy, and I'm not going to do that.

Blogger has been switched. I really see no difference, exept some buttons aren't as big and imposing.

So, I'll just say Happy New Year, and all that buisness. Let us hope 2007 Rocks as much as...well, whatever year you thinked rocked. I hope it's a good year, as it's my last year in my 20s.

Acceptance is happiness.

The whole point of a blog is to write more. Laugh at me or mock me or whatever, but writing something has been a dream job of mine for as long as I can remember. Why didn't I pursue it back when I was out of high school? Mainly, the school had the worst guidance department ever. Also, being an impressionable child, my parents were trying to keep me around home, so they were really pushing for Iowa Central, and the guidance councilor's office found out about my interest in music and told them about the radio program, and myself, and I went with that.

I was doing all this radio schooling around the advent of the "shock jocks". So whenever I would tell people I was going to school for radio, they would think I was wanting to be Howard Stern. In all honesty, pretty early on, I HATED being on air. Airshifts bored the hell out of me. I loved doing production though. Writing the scripts and then producing them, was about the most fun I ever had.

My first(and only) full time job in radio, was at the Webster City radio station. When I first started, my airshift was three hours a day. Not bad at all. I then did a ton of production, which pleased me a lot. Then the sales people had me write scripts for the ads, which had a blast doing. They got positive reaction from them and I got to write more. A few months in, we got a new manager. He had this huge thing about me being a "rookie" and that I shouldn't be doing scripts, and that I should be on air as much as possible. My airshift went from three hours, to six hours. I couldn't stand it.

This new manager and I really didn't start off well. On his first day there, he wanted to meet everyone. So when it was my turn, I came into his office and he asked me about where I went to school and whatnot. When I told him what high school I went to, he asked if I knew Andy Jepson. I said, yes I did, I was in his class. He then said "Boy wasn't he a great guy, and man could he play football." My response was "I thought he was a bit of a prick, and could care less about football". (Yes, believe it or not, I used to be much more blunt about things than I am now). The rest of our "meeting" was him trying to convince me that Andy Jepson was a great guy. I'll admit, some of it was probably my fault. But some of it was the manager's as well. He was a tosser.

I could go into the long story about him, and how he practically ruined the station, and the spirit of everyone that worked there. I'll just say that one of his last comments to me was how he could "ruin me." I told him if he meant in radio, go right ahead. I really didn't care anymore.

Anyway, it's been pretty much dead end jobs for me since then. I went back to school for a bit a few years ago, but life got in the way. I've been working on getting things straightened up, and am hoping to go back to school next fall or at the latest, next Jan(2008). When I was doing radio, the only job I really loved was working for the NPR affiliate. Usually to work for them you have to produce a show. Which I think would be great fun to have some sort of show. Not sure exactly what I'd like to do for a show. Something like "This American Life", one of the best shows on NPR. I've also always thought it would be cool to do radio dramas. Not to do them in the old style, ala The Shadow. Or not a call back to that sort of show, such as "A Prarie Home Companion". But modern type stories, with excellent production. Maybe every year for Halloween do one the old fashion way. All the actors in one room, live on the air, with a foley artist doing all the effects for us. I think that would be more fun than anything.

Anyway, the whole point of this is that I hadn't "blogged" for a long time. So here it is.

Crows are sour and surly, with reason I suppose.

Why did I give up on the "post everyday for a month" deal? Is it because I really have nothing to say or nothing has really happened.

..and the answer, she come back to me, and it is, sadly, yes.

Things have been same old same old for quite some time. Which is fine in some aspects. Not so fine in others. Work is one of those. I've plans in place, so we'll see how that happens. Though those plans are about a year or so away, but it will be good.

Um...really, I've got nothing. I've not really read much, or listened to much new music or anything. I should do something different I suppose.

Sorry for a lame post, I thought I'd have something to write about but, alas, it's not true.

For fans of GOOD comic books.

Alan Moore is going to be on The Simpsons...

http://www.northantsnews.co.uk/ViewArticle2.aspx?SectionID=317&ArticleID=1865011


BRING ME A MUFFIN!!!

Whoops!

Well, I almost made it halfway through the month. I was being lazy yesterday and doing nothing at all. Before I knew it I went out for supper, and then a movie, and then the bar. So, I didn't get home until three thirty this morning. So I lose at the post everyday for a month.

In all honesty, it's sort of dumb, not even an author could have something to write about everyday, I think. Looking back at my posts they were just basically bitching about the little things that happen everyday, which you usually forget about the next day anyway.

It was fun, and I'll try to post more now I think, but I am definitly NOT going to take a stab at everyday.

The End.

With 12 minutes!

WOOOO!

I almost forgot. I was going to do this this afternoon and laid down for a nap. I didn't fall asleep. Then I kept doing one thing after another and never got to it. So, close call.

Today not much happened.

I stood my ground(sort of) and gave my opinion(sort of) on certain matters. I believe that it was noticed(in a way, not how it should of been) and my opinion fell on deaf ears. I care too much sometimes I think.

That last paragraph has to be the most vague thing ever written. Forgive me, for I am tired and don't really want to write about that right now.

No poker tonight, not enough people to make it fun. But sitting around and just talking was pretty fun. Also watching Hogan Knows Best. Stupid VH1. I think they lace their programming with acid so you get hooked. Your better judgement tells you that you shouldn't like this crap, but you watch anyway.

I'll call it there for tonight. Have fun.

Remixing elevator music.

Salut!

Once again, not much today.

I must admit, I am having fun doing this. Having something to write everyday. I should actually think up topics to write about or something, instead of sitting down and telling how boring I am. Perhaps I'll think a list of topics, or maybe do album reviews or something. Don't know, I'll think about it.

Started watching The West Wing Season 2 today. I forget how much I like that show. It's not really the type of show you just sit down and watch whenever. The writing is top notch and you find that you really care about the characters. There aren't a lot of shows that happens in. Heck, as enteraining as Lost can be, I really could care less about the characters themselves. But back to to sit down and watch whenver. I sometimes get the notion that a show or movie is only a "five star" entertainment if I can pop it in at any point, and know I will enjoy it. That isn't always the case though. The West Wing is a perfect example of that.

This weekend or some night instead of wasting an evening with the telly, I believe I might work up a resume and put it up on those job websites(monster.com and the like). Mainly out of curiosity to see if I'd get any responses, and also, I believe I'm getting a little burned out at my job now. At the begining of this year, I didn't mind getting up and going to work. Now, I wake up and it's just not as inviting as it once was. I also find myself looking more and more forward to the end of the day at work, and it seems to drag a bit, which is always a sign.

As for the my day today. Pretty standard fair. Woke up, got ready, went to work, came home, watched TV, came in here and wrote this, and now I believe I shall read.

Good day. Peace and love.

At the end of the world, everything is half price!

So, today, I wondered what it takes for you to decide when it's time to move on. First this started with thinking about my job. You have bad days. Sometimes those bad days stretch into weeks and months. I guess it comes down to if you enjoy what you are doing, and if you want to advance, is there a chance of that.

As I was thinking about that, I then started thinking about other things that you move on from, but probably don't think about moving on from it. Such as movies. I used to really only watch action movies and comedies when I was a teenager. Now I'll watch anything, and usually are annoyed with the typical action flick and the typical comedy. The same goes for books too. In middle school, all I read was sword and sorcery or science fiction type books. I rarely touch either now.

Granted a lot of this is "growing up". I guess that is just what you are always doing, is growing up.

Anyway, very boring day today. Today was a day I didn't really enjoy my job, and I actually sort of get that vibe from everyone there.

Other than that, I'm just happy to live in a world that has Borat and Russell Crowe.

That's it for today.

THE TEENAGE GUIDE TO POPULARITY

I have no idea why, but today, the song "Popular" by the band Nada Surf popped in my head. It's a funny song, and the video was pretty funny too. But I hadn't thought of the song in forever. The part that makes me laugh the most.

Being attractive is the most important thing there is
If you wanna catch the biggest fish in your pond
You have to be as attractive as possible
Make sure to keep your hair spotless and clean
Wash it at least every two weeks
Once every two weeks
And if you see Johnny football hero in the hall
Tell him he played a great game
Tell him you like his article in the newspaper

Next, my post from yesterday seemed to irk a few people. I'd like to say I don't believe that all women are that way. I usually ignore stupid "pass it on" things like that, but this one just seemed to ring true for something I'm going through. I apologize if anyone was offended.

Now, my voting story. There was a polling place two blocks from my place. Two Blocks! I checked the map to see if that's where I should go, as I know they had changed around the wards or whatever. So I look on the map, and it says that, yes indeed, I am suppose to vote at that particular polling place. So I go down there. They inform me that, no I'm at the wrong place, I should go to the church that is about a mile or so down the road. What? But the map...it said....here. Oh, I should mention that I was the only one there wanting to vote.

So I go down to the church and the entire population of Ames is at this place to vote. It goes quicker than I thought it would, thank goodness.

Oh, funny, stupid thing of the day. Jen and I were walking back to work after she went to pick up her lunch and she got a cookie. She then said, "I'm going to warm this up in the microwave so it's...warm." Probably not as funny to read, but I laughed quite a bit.

Booyakasha!

Well, I'm cheating for this entry today. I'm usually not one for those stupid "repost this" type blog posts or emails or bullitens. I'm also not one to be whiney or "oh feel sorry for me" type person. I just tell it like it is. But, this was posted in a bulliten on my myspace page, and it rang very true, So I post it here.


This is to all of the girls in the world who can't accept the nice guys for who they are:

and whats really sad...is most nice guys are giving up...because being last...isnt the way they wanted to finish.

I'm sorry
that I feel I have to be an ass hole
to get your attention

I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not an asshole

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up,and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy


I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
That I don't understand that he cheats on you but you take him back;
but I'm not good enough to understand that he loves you

I'm sorry
If I start not being there, and being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new asshole comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.
But hey....now You're sorry

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care
But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me
for who I am

I'm sorry
That you tell me how much better I am
Yet I am not good enough for you

I'm sorry
that im attracted to your personality
instead of your body

Im sorry for taking yor
drink away when you were puking on my shoes
and didnt get mad at you

Im sorry
for being there when you wanted to bitch like
hell.

im sorry
that i wasnt cool enough because i didnt drink,
but i still watched over you at the party.



Ladies always bitch and bitch to their friends that there is never any good guys out there anymore, and they always end up with assholes who treat them bad. Well ladies next time your bitching, maybe look up to see who your bitching too, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word like usual, screaming in his head "why don't you give me a try?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

Word up!

Nothing much to report for today. Spent last night hanging out at home, reading. Talked to Heather right before hand, and she kept trying to convince me that I should make Charlie go do something with me, but he had plans. I felt like staying home anyway. She's not said one thing to me today, and not been online. Perhaps she's stewing over what I said to her yesterday or she's been busy. Really, I don't care too much.

Didn't do much with my day today. Got groceries. Started cleaning up a bit, but Crawford messaged me over G chat, so I talked to him as I hadn't in a long time. It seems everytime I decide to buckle down and clean up, something happens to interrupt it.

Had a dream that I thought was, odd. I can't get it out of my head either.

Short post for today, as nothing has really happened. Which is always good, I guess.

Have a good one.

Saturday.

The thing about this blog everyday for a month thing, is I'm not looking back at what I've wrote before, so you might get to read the same thing everyday, until it's solved.

Last night poker went well. I don't remember what exactly happened except that Charlie won. I think I'm still a little zoned from not sleeping well for a week. Perkins afterwards was fun as well.

Today, I woke up and goofed off for way too much longer than I should of, and it was time to go to the movie. Borat is the most I've ever laughed at a movie I think. Not for everyone though. So I hate saying how much I loved it, and I just know someone is going to go see it and just be appalled.

In crappy news, my DVD player to just decide to up and quit. I was watching episodes of "Da Ali G Show" and after an episode was done, I got up to do something, came back five minutes later and the disc had frozen. So I ejected it, put it back in, and it wouldn't read the disc. I've tried all sorts or movies and it never ever reads them. It's a bit of a annoyance, as now I have to watch movies and whatnot at the computer, and I sit at the computer with work and at home for way too much time than I'd like. So now I'm sitting at the computer to watch DVDs. *sigh*

Also, one thing about myself, that I see, is that with people, I can usually figure out what they are about. Something about them, like how far they can be pushed, or at least no their limits and know what is they are thinking. But there is one person, whenever I talk to them, it drives me nuts as I never get anything out of it. Anything that would help anyway. Something I want dealt with, and it never gets dealt with. Sorry. That was all a bit vague.

Until tomorrow. Peaces!

Doing this now!

Who knows when I'll have a chance to write this for today, so while I can, I shall.

Boring day at work. I think I talked most of the day instead of worked, but oh well. Nothing much gets done on Friday's I think.

Sitting around waiting to see if there will be poker.

DVD player was working, and then not. Not fun at all. Hope it isn't something major.

Um...yeah!

Until tomorrow.

Confessions of a 28 year old man.

So I was thinking, how I like to push peoples' buttons sometime. See how much it takes to get them going or whatever. I was thinking about this and thought of something from my childhood and this character trait has been in me for a long time.

When my youngest sister, Patty, was born, Mom had a troubled delivery so she was in hospital for quite sometime. Since dad was at work, and this was the summer, I was home from school. Joe and Jenny(my brother and sister for those that don't know) were too young for school. So we had to have a babysitter. I was seven at the time, Joe was three, Jenny two.

Her name was Mabel. 6000 pounds of pure terror. Now a days, she would of probably gotten in a lot of trouble for how she treated us. But remember this was 1985, and Mom and Dad really had no idea what to do babysitter-wise. Mom was a stay at home mom so they never really got us a babysitter. Things I remember her doing was dragging Jenny down the steps because she didn't want to come down, and throwing my meal away. She had no reason, except to be mean. She really liked my brother Joe, he never did wrong. So she made the meals and she said that mine was bad, but not Joe's. I suggested splitting Joe's and she said that wouldn't work.

So, another of her habits was in the afternoon she'd watch TV, and fall asleep. We never got to pick the program until at five o clock when Dad would come home, and she'd tell us that I had to tell Dad that I got to watch what I wanted all day. So, one day when she fell asleep, I rallied Joe and Jenny to help me with my project. My project? To take all the toys out of the toybox. Not just dump them out, mind you, but to spread them all out with landmine proximity. Each toy, each block, was about four inches from all the ones around it. I did this throughout the living room. When she woke up, she sees toys everywhere, but placed ever so carefully everywhere around the living room. She gets irrate. She starts yelling at us, why would Jenny and I do such a thing? I say that Joe helped, and she didn't believe that. She asks again why we did this. My response was "Maybe if you didn't fall asleep, we wouldn't of done something like this".

So, on one of her last days there, Dad came home from work early, to find her sleeping in the chair. He asks me if she does this all the time, and I said, yeah, she does. So he goes back outside and slams the door. Mabel immediatily wakes up and pretends that she'd been awake the whole time. Dad tells her that he caught her sleeping, and that I said she does it all the time. She said something about you can't believe kids, they like to make up stories.

The last few times she was suppose to babysit, she didn't show up. She sent her son one afternoon, his name was Joe(which explains the favourtism). The last few afternoons someone else took her place.

A month or so later she wanted to come see Patty. When she came to visit, Joe and Jenny went and hid upstairs. Mom said she didn't think it was as bad as all that, and didn't realize until they went upstairs to hide from her. I didn't hide, I stayed down there, I figured if I stood there, and didn't hide, that showed I wasn't scared of her.

So yeah, anyway. I've liked to be annoying since I was seven. Probably other stories going back earlier of my behaviour as such. But this is the one I remember.

Almost messed it up on the first day.

Oh well.

Nothing much for today. Other than almost forgetting to post on the first day of the month.

I've not slept well for almost a week now, and it's starting to get to me. I feel so worn down right now and it's only nine o clock. Perhaps getting this worn down will be enough to make me sleep most of the night tonight and be back on track starting tomorrow.

Let's see. Lost tonight. A lot of people seem to think it's losing it's direction. I for one thought it was hopeless last season and everyone seemed to like it. I've liked this season and everyone seems to think that it's hopeless. I was never much on being with the "in" crowd.

Would of had more to write if it wasn't for being so tired.

Until tomorrow.

Look at me!

Starting a day early. Posting everyday the month of November, as I said in the last post.

Was "in charge" at work today. Which meant nothing at all. Ran around town taking care of things in the afternoon. Pretty boring day for Rob.

Funny thing said today, between me and someone at work...

Jen: Tomorrow is November.
Me: That means today is October.
Jen: Whoa...that's true.

Ok, see you tomorrow.