I’m following Avitable’s lead I’ve NEVER done this before, let’s see how it goes.

1. Go to the “Random Article” link on Wikipedia. Write down the title of the article. This is the name of your band.

2. Go to “Random Quotations” and the last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3. Go to Flickr and click on “Explore the Last Seven Days”. The third picture will be your album cover.

Put them all together and you get:

I really did Le.Sombre’s cover too!

Yeah, I’m sure that title has been used before but that’s just tough noogies because I like it too! Now, on to the post.

This past weekend my lovely lady, @fandpinlv, (otherwise known as the lovely Nancy) was kind enough to take me to see “The Beatles – Love” a Cirque de Soleil show for my birthday and it was nothing like I expected. To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect which was what made this surprise all the better. I just gotta say… WOW! The first words to spew from my mouth were, “That was one of the most bizarre and fucked up things I ever saw. I LOVED IT!!!” I must say I was just in awe. It was definitely a Cirque show with all the flying ladies and gentlemen on trapezes (Is that right?) and fabric and such. You know, the things you expect to see in a Cirque de Soleil show. That, however was just the tip of the iceberg. There was a trampoline act in the show that was just amazing. For me, that was one of the highlights of the show. I soooo want to do things like that. Maybe I should get a trampoline someday. Hmmm. Another too cool part was the rollerskating exhibition. 2 ramps on each end and 1 up and over in the middle. Sure it had it’s elements of danger but it too looked like a ton of fun. I don’t think I’d like to try those 20ft ramps, though, I like my tailbone as it is. The dangerous part, the one that scared the Jebus out of me, was this demon on a swing. No, I wasn’t afraid of the demon and, no I don’t have a fear of swinging objects. It was that the swing was 40ft in the air and the “demon” was working without a net. I have this thing about heights, you see and it just made me cringe watching this guy so high in the air standing on this swing. I mean he was working it. He was doing 360’s and changing positions in mid swing from one bar to another. I almost had a heart attack!!! It was one of those things, though, that you couldn’t help but watch. Sure I had a death grip on Nancy’s hand and I looked away but I just had to keep looking back to see more. I’m telling you the athleticism of these performers was just _______. (Awesome! Fantastic! Thrilling! Use what you will because it ALL applies!)

Apart from all of the daredevil acts it was just a very cool show. There were four guys who I assume were supposed to loosely represent the Fab-4. Three of the guys were the cool ladies men with one awkward dude who reminded me of a cross between Edward Scissorhands and a mute Pee-Wee Herman. He spent the entire night trying to give yellow flowers to the ladies in the show and getting repeatedly shot down. This was a theme throughout the whole show. I’m not quite sure what it was supposed to mean. Guess I’ll just have to go back, huh?

All through the show there was a very “Seussesque” quality going on with all the cool costumes and the way the actors followed each other in line. It was very cool Also, I would say a little steampunk at times too with the design of the wrought iron VW Bug, the riderless tri-cycles and the empty galoshes tramping across the stage. It was too awesome!

I am soooo happy Nancy thought to take me to see this as it was something I would never had gone out to see myself. Now, I want to see it many more times. I want to take friends, family, stray people I find on the street… EVERYONE! This show is a treat for all ages for anyone that has a sense of wonder. Well, stop wondering and go see LOVE!

Well, it was time for me to chip in and help out with the boy all on my own. That’s right, me taking care of a sick toddler. Whodda thunk it, right? Well, I wasn’t exactly the last choice, but I am a ways down on the totem pole. That’s okay though as I have little experience in this arena, that works for me. Anyway, Little Man had to stay home from school on account the teachers don’t want him to spread strep-throat to the other kids. Selfish teachers!!! So he was home with mom and dad both being at work (I did as well but my days ends earlier.) and the sitter being there since early on it was my turn to help out. Was I nervous? Yeah, a little. I’m not very well versed at the changing of the diaper yet. If Little Man was to start getting sicker, I would have been freaked and even moreso that he got more ill on my watch. So, yeah I was a bit nervous. I didn’t want to mess this up. It was important to me to show that I could be more than just the boyfriend who is awesome to play with.

Luckily, I didn’t have much to worry about. We just sort of lazed those three hours (Hey, I didn’t say I’d be watching him all day. Three hours on my first outing was a good test.) until mom got home away watching “Thomas The Train” videos and playing at his train table. He was very perky and fun which was quite the turn from when I first came home. Was it that he was feeling better? Was it just that time of day? Was it me? I don’t know and to tell the truth, I don’t really care about the why’s. I just was happy he was happy, in a good mood (It can be a coin toss with a toddler.) and feeling better. Overall the afternoon was a good time. I mean it was no guy’s night out but probably the most fun you can have while being stressed out with a sick toddler.

I think I passed. I’d give myself an B+ to an A-. I’d go all out for the A+ but he did drop one near the end of the day and wouldn’t let me change him. (Thanks, Little Man. Sorry, Mom.)

Christmas Light Hero

I just had to share this if you haven’t seen it. Holy X-Mas, Baby!!!

Well, I gotta say my life has taken some unexpected turns that is fo’ sho’! What do I mean? Well not so long back my life was partying 4 nights a week and the other 3 nights I was surrounded by strippers! Sure, it was work but still… strippers. Now I spend every other week surrounded by a toddler and a 6 year old. (6 year olds aren’t toddlers, are they? I really am not sure.) Now, I’m not saying it is a bad trade…. actually, it’s not bad at all. A week and a half ago we all went to Disneyland to celebrate the 6 year old’s birthday and it was exhausting and FUN! Who knew you could have so much fun with kids around. The unadulterated joy of riding the Matahorn, It’s A Small World and whatever that rollercoaster is in ToonTown with little people full of wonder and a little bit of fear, they are coasters after all, was just thrilling. Don’t get me wrong now, it is work, but worth it indeed. I’m not saying I am giving up my partying ways, I just gotta find some peeps I wanna party with. That always takes time when you move to a new town. But those other weeks when it’s just me, my girl and her kids are 90% gold… and 10% poo. (Literally.)

One look at the cover and you think to yourself, “This is gonna be badass!!!”

A VERY cool pic of Logan in a Punisher shirt. It looks like a great cover to a “What If?” Unfortunately, that is where the cool ends. You open the book up to find very blocky and cartoonish pencils done by Terry Dodson. The first tile that Wolvie is even in, he looks like a friggin’ ape for Pete’s sake. The inks are okay for the time period (circa April 2003) courtesy of Rachel Dodson. I could get past the crappy look of the book (God knows I’ve done it before.) if the story was any good. This was not to be the case. The writing was just as lame as the look. It seems to me that Frank Tieri couldn’t write his way out of a… a… I can’t even think of a slam. That’s how bad this book is. The entire story is yet another pointless cape fight. Each calling the other a mass murderer and such. Blah, blah, blah. I get it they’re BOTH complicated characters living in gray areas. This is the ENTIRE story. The only reason Wolverine won the fight was it was his book. It could just as easily been turned the other way were it a Castle title. That in and of itself makes this story unimportant, unexciting and pointless. If you come across this book, seriously don’t bother picking it up. That said, whoever did the cover ROCKS! Why the hell didn’t they do the book???

(Wolverine, Vol. 1 #186, Marvel Comics)

The title says it all. For those of you wondering if I am still alive, here is your confirmation. I just haven’t had much to say since landing in Area 51. It has been tougher than it should have been. Without going into particulars, I’ll just say that money has been hard to come by and a second job… even harder. So instead of saying anything negative, I’ve just said nothing.

There have been positives, though. My girl and I are getting along very well. We’ve done some very cool things together. Many concerts and such. (Luckily those were paid for before the move.) Her kids really like me and freakishly enough, I adore them. Who knew? Last eve we decorated her apartment for Christmas. Even though, I wasn’t my best had a great time with her and the kids. It was like a real family event thingy.

Anyway, life is good. Hard at the moment but things are looking up. Always looking up.

Stick around. I’ll be here.

I just spent my first night in my new apartment. Boxes are everywhere, I’m sleeping on the floor (Hey, I sold all my stuff.), but the all important stereo is hooked up though. I gotta say it was a little strange to spend my first night alone in my new place. There was one word for it… lonely. I was all alone. The rush of the day had expired. The excitement had temporarily subsided. My mind was numb with exhaustion but still wandering so I laid there on the floor not able to rest right away. The reality of me not being in Tampa surrounded by friends, by memories, anymore started to seep in. The fear of starting a new life in a new place with only 1 friend and girlfriend near as opposed to the multitude I have back in Tampa began to make me feel lonely. Don’t worry the excitement will come back tomorrow but for now, I’ll just close my eyes.

What’s hers?

What’s mine?

What’s ours?

What memories do I want to forget?

What memories do I want to remember?

What am I allowed to keep?

What will make my next relationship uncomfortable because I keep things from my past?

Should I care about that? I mean it IS me, you know? The sum of all my parts and all.

These are questions that I’m pondering as I pack up what’s left of my house and move into the next chapter of my life. You know how it goes. You find things long forgotten in a box somewhere or hanging on the wall of the guest room. Sure you haven’t seen these things in a bit but when you do, it just invokes some feeling. It could be sadness. It could be joy. It could be… It could be anything. It doesn’t mean you’re holding on to relationships past. It’s just memories. It’s just smiles and we could all use more smiles. (Hell, it wasn’t all bad.)

So, what’s the etiquette? Should that matter? Fuck, I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out as I go on through my/ hers/ our stuff.

Indecision! Damn that is something I hate! Go ahead and make up your frickin’ mind already!!! Man when some people take FOREVER to decide on things… Oh wait, crap I’m talking about myself. No not all the time mind you. Actually it is usually only at one place, the dread movie store. After I’ve seen all the “New Releases” I care to, this place then becomes the bane of my existence. An endless sea of movies all lined up back to back just mocking you with only titles and maybe a 1/2 inch headshot that nobody can make out. A trip that should take 10 minutes turns into a half-a-freakin’-hour! That’s 20 minutes I’ll never get back!!! So frustrating.

Luckily I have reached out to my friends on Facebook, Twitter and Plurk to help compile a list of movies to see. The first installment is comedies and it goes a little something like this…. HIT IT!

Superbad
Step Brothers
Debbie Does Dallas <— Thanks Will (PERV)
Old School
Wedding Crashers
Talledega Nights
Anchorman
Boomerang
Monty Python’s The Holy Grail
Shallow Hal
Without a Paddle
Super Troopers
Killer Clowns From Outer Space
Forgetting Sarah Marshall
Tropic Thunder
Shaun of the Dead
My Best Friends Girl
Buying The Cow
Dodge Ball
Beer Fest
Walk Hard
Waiting
Made
Just Friends
40 Year Old Virgin
Boat Trip
Zoolander
Paul Blart: Mall Cop

Now these are just the comedies they came up with. I’ve seen a couple but not all… yet. Thanks to everyone who chimed in with a recommendation. Hopefully this could help me and those throngs of lost others in the dreed video store.

I’ll be back with other genres…. SOON!

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