Early morning TV

This morning I was up at 7 a.m. and felt restless so I flicked on a TV to calm my mind. Apparently, 7 a.m. is where '90s-era TV shows went to die. Flicking through the channels, I saw The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, The Golden Girls, Step by Step, Family Matters and Blossom all on at the same time. It was like reliving a Friday night of my pre-teen years with my family in Seattle. Amazing what kind of drivel I was willing to watch back then.

Early morning TV

Aggressive spitting

I was just thinking about our neighbor this morning. Maybe because everything seems so out of the ordinary right now that anything within the ordinary routine sounds comforting and familiar. Almost every morning for the last eight months, I get up to feed the dogs around 8 a.m. (if not earlier). And every morning at exactly 8 a.m., our neighbor across the street opens his garage, walks down the driveway and hacks up nasty spit into his yard. Every morning. And it disgusts me every time.

I'm wondering at the rationale for this. Does it comfort him? Is it the only place he feels comfortable spitting? So odd.

Aggressive spitting

Media and suicide meet again

I just saw this sadness.

It's interesting to me how often the paths of suicide and media cross.

Media and suicide meet again

Goodbye my sweet little obsession of youth

I deleted my MySpace account today. Cue parade and marching band. I'm actually pretty stoked about it. One less thing to waste time on.

Goodbye my sweet little obsession of youth

Spaghetti squash is the weirdest vegetable

It's so odd that this squash comes out in little stringy strips. It tastes good but I think I eat it because it's so fun to peel off.

Spaghetti squash is the weirdest vegetable

No clue.

I have no idea why I am doing this -- life in general -- to myself. As far as I can tell, I am miserable at school and work and yet, I continue to make myself do it. "What is it inside our heads, that makes us do the opposite, of what's right for us?" Who knows. The workings of my life and mind continue to confuse me. I'm sure everyone has moments like this, it's just hard to find the path that's meant specifically for me.

No clue.

If the Canadians ever invade from above, our dogs will let us know

If the Canadians ever invade from above, our dogs will let us know

The wheels on the bus...

The labels and RIAA need to stop spinning their wheels and spitting false vinegar and just get over themselves already. A blogger who re-sells his promo copy of  Akon's newest is the LEAST of their worries in this economy. STOP spending artists' money in court and go make music. 

This article is a good overview of the battle that labels continue to rage while the label system is becoming increasingly irrelevant.

The wheels on the bus...