How does it happen......that I get sick on the nicest day of the year so far?
Oh, really...???When I was in New Jersey in the early 90's I went to visit my cousins in the burbs this one time when I first discovered the difference between Much Music and MTV. I always assumed they were the same thing and that they both sucked. My cousins were watching a marathon of something called "The Real World". I was like 'what the hell is that?' It was the year they were in LA. After like 3 episodes I was hooked. Not soon after I moved back to Surrey and I forgot all about the World.
Fast forward many years when our hero moves to Seattle and rediscovers his long lost love. It was season 9 in New Orleans. One of the girls that rented a room where I was staying was also a RW junkie. We'd make an evening of it. Tuesday nights they'd play like the previous 4 or so episodes and then tack on the newest at the end. We'd drink and talk about the show afterwards. During my time in Seattle I got caught up on Seattle and Hawaii, which turned out to be my two favorite seasons. And then I moved back to Van and forgot all about them again except for the infrequent and somewhat random airings of the past seasons on (Life?) channel. Aswell as the Road Rules/ RW challenges. I like Road Rules too.
About a month ago I found out that I have MTV Canada. OMG, how long have I had this? I'm just getting into Key West and so far it's not bad, but with the proliferation of reality shows this past half decade RW doesn't have the appeal that it once did. Maybe Key West just sucks. I'll give it more time before I pass judgment. Other shows I've discovered are 8th and Ocean and Laguna Beach. It's seems MTV, the forerunner of reality TV, is trying to create yet another new genre of pseudo reality or staged reality if you will. Where it seems to work with 8th, perhaps a lot has to do with the eye candy, with Laguna all I see is an over produced, poorly written annoyance. The pointless dialogue and bad acting are just too much to bare. Again, I shall give it more time. Perhaps if and when I get to know the characters better I'll have a different opinion. With 8th I kinda wanna punch Teddy in the face because he's way too cool for school.
If anyone knows where I can purchase RW Hawaii or Seattle on DVD let me know.
Rhoel.
-I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.-Steven Wright.
Plot arc idea.The OC season one was amazing. Season 2 kinda sucked hard. Season 3 I'm liking as much as season one. Not that it's necessarily as good as season 1 but more like it doesn't suck as bad as 2. When I was looking for the quote of the previous blog entry I noticed that this upcoming season finale was also listed as the series finale. This made me sad. After some digging I've found out that the producers are planning a major overhaul of the show. I stopped reading as soon as I figured out there would be a season 4 because I hate spoilers with a passion.
My idea of a major over haul. You can't really call it 'the oc' relocating the series to Berkeley or Brown, kinda like when they moved Dawson's creek to Boston so...go back to the beginning. Rejoin the storey of the OC 4 years later when they all come back. Watch Sandy continue down the dark path on his transformation in to Darth Caleb (I suppose in 4 years the transformation would be complete by then). Watch the return of the OC's former golden boy Luke return and assume the role of Jimmy Cooper, Katlin becomes the next Hailey (party animal) or Julie (turbo ho), etc.
Prequels are all the rage. In a closed system one finds generations of parts playing the same rolls over and over. When one has a finished product the interesting question becomes,'how did it get that way?' Of course with finished product the journey automatically becomes a close ended question but usually it's the journey not the destination that is interesting.
Much like Smallville, we all know Farm boy becomes Superman and that Lois and Sup' get it on, and Lex becomes arch enemy, yet the journey to the inevitable was the interesting bit.
Speaking of Smallville this is another of my favorite series that is coming to an end. After season 4 sucked major butt it was announced this current season would be the last. And of course the show got good again. I propose the series ends as the prequel that it is for a new series. Metropolis. Maybe catch the storey line years down the road when we catch up to the current mythology of the Superman franchise or even just relocate the current storey to the city as the evolution of Sup continues (less interesting because it's more of the same).
Rhoel.
Quote of the DaySummer: ...remember when the boys made us watch that movie about the gay guys on the mountain
Marissa: Lord Of The Rings
Summer: yeah, an you remember that Gollum guy (squints) how he got evil an more evil (raises eyebrows) (Marissa listens) the closer he got to that firery thing, that’s kinda how Seth is about Brown (nods)
Rhoel.
Did you ever wanna just...take a quick look?Girls might not know what I'm talking about...you know that moment when you saddle up beside someone...two masculine type of guys "*Gruff*, how 'bought dem Nucks?"...in a somewhat intimate setting in close approximation when all one wants to do is wait for the buisness to be done and keep eyes front and centre all the whilst? Yeah, that's usually me at stop lights too. But why is that? We're all friends right?
I suppose with me it has a lot to do with spending parts of my childhood in NJ and the more ghetto parts of Seattle where one doesn't usually make eye contact with someone one wouldn't be comfortable getting punched in the face by...or shot in the face by... And then it continued in HS when for some reason everyone wanted to race me. Like I'm gonna race a V8 Camaro with my little Honda, why don't you bother some Mustangs or Vettes and see how cocky you are then muthafhukah! What's that saying about short guys that drive real big cars... And then I suppose at some point one justs retreats into their own heads to deal with the boredom of traffic and ones car becomes a bubble with nothing of consequence outside this metal box. For some reason I always picture the the guy beside me is always the same dude or dudette(if she's driving like a women, or an old women, or an old asian women or any combination of the words women, asian, or old) that want's to race me or shoot at me or shoot at me as we race. Like pushing through a room full of mannequins, I unconsiously imagine they have the same face. Actually when I know it's a female driver I generally don't want to look because I have a tendency to stare, it seems like I'm undressing with my eyes (9/10 time I probably am) but usually I'm just looking and thinking of something else (if 1/10 can be considered the usual)
Yesterday I distributed my newspaper. This requires me to be in my truck for anywhere from 5-7 hours (depending on traffic and parking situations) For the most part I'm usually thinking of the task at hand. But yesterday I tried to make it a point to look at the other drivers beside me each time I stopped at a light. For the most part I either forgot or didn't think to look, but still I don't think I've ever seen so many ppl in one day. I know it's not scientifically desirable to make conclusions based on such a small sample batch but I noticed a few things:
-Most ppl don't look, I suppose urinal etiquette is in effect. "I know you're there, you know I'm here and I know you know I that I know...move along nothing to see here."
-Genuinely hot girls that acknowledge you with a quick look usually smile.
-Big fat girls are quick to give you 'tude.
-Guys are generally a 'what's up' nod, more casual on the whole. I guess we're more used to the etiquette.
Speaking of urinal etiquette, I find it quite funny. I actually look around a lot, using my peripherals, but still looking. I don't go so far as trying to sneak a peak at Willey but I look at their body language. Especially the ones that act like they're doing something wrong. There's the kind that choose the urinal way at the end or in the corner trying their hardest to turn their back on you, or the ones that lean right into the urinal trying to create a perfect seal, both of which are hoping the guy standing right beside them doesn't notice that they're in a compromised position with parts hangin out. To me I automatically think the dude has a teeny weennie. LOL. For all I know he may be hung like John Holmes but if you act like you're trying to hide something... I suppose that's why guys don't go to the bathroom together, you'd have to talk to the person you know. In movies girls talk to each other thru the stall walls. That would be weird. Maybe that's why they go to the bathroom together. You know they're talking about us. And before you say anything just remember that just because one is paranoid dosn't mean one isn't being followed. Or in this case, talked about.
Rhoel.
Quickly editing what I wrote, and checking for spelling *thanks* lets take count on the different demegraphics I may have offended. Short ppl. Camaro owners. Women in general. Old ppl. Asian ppl. Big fat women. Guys with small willies. But before you think ill of me, may I remind you that I fit many of those generalizations. I'm not telling you which ones...definately not the last one...bam! Hehe, nice.
Ode to the MaxWhen I was a kid I really didn't care what kind of shoes I wore. Back in kindergarten I thought I was the Fonze and wore a leather jacket and black cowboy boots with a squared off toe. After about a week of that my mom got a call from the school and suddenly I was dressed like every other kid. I had a Snoopy back pack for cripes sake!!! And I liked it!!! With no more cowboy boots I didn't care what shoes I wore. I seemed to remember a pair of Incredible Hulk shoes, GI Joe, Spiderman... Basically I was happy as a bug in a rug. One day shopping I reminded my mom I needed new shoes but being short on time she just gave me money and told me where to go in the mall. I'd never bought my own shoes before. So when I get there the dude asks me what kind of shoes I wanted? I don't know. What brand? I don't know. What colour? ...*blink*. All I knew was that I wore size five because I was in grade five, (using mneumonic devices at 8, god damn I'm brilliant) So perusing the wall racks my eyes were drawn to a pair of Nike Blue Max. Basically your basic white all leather sneaker with navy accents and Swoosh. I was in love. And putting them on for the first time it was like coming home. It's like that first test drive of that car you always expected you'd love and are proven so right. Of course being a kid, those shoes spent their brief existence being abused and soon after faded from this existence. They're probably sitting in some land fill site up north.
Fast forward to Seattle circa 2001. (What exactly does 'circa' mean anyways? I think I know what it means and I use it enough that I really should look it up one of these days to make sure I don't sound like an ass when I use it) When ever I shop for shoes, or cloths for that matter, I don't really have many brand loyalties. I just buy what ever looks good, whatever feels good. In fact don't be surprised to see me wear Reebok shoes, Champion socks, Nike shorts, random t-shirt, and Puma zip top like when I go to dance practice. I suppose one could call me a cross dresser in that way. In those days I'd save my shopping for the weekends when I'd visit my grandma in Tacoma so I could shop at Lakewood mall. Kinda a ghetto mall, everyone there dresses like a bad rap video so its nice to shop there because all the sales racks were loaded with cloths that I'd wear. Strolling into the Footlocker I noticed a stack of Nike boxes, one lablelled, "Air Max". Hmm, sounds familiar.
...and when I opened it...it was like a flood of child hood memories come flooding back. Holly shite! It's my shoes! And they've all grown up to fit me again! It was the last pair and it happen to be my size. I loved those shoes. For the first two years of existence I only wore them when I went out. Most of you would probably recognize them because I wore them to all the KP functions. But after a while they kinda loose that 'new' look and they became my favorite every day shoes. That is till last year when they just got too beat up. Now I only wear them when I'm feeling nostalgic but it's gotten to the point that when they get wet Max smells like donkey butt. I think I've poisoned about a dozen pairs of socks this year alone. I was considering washing them in the washing machine but that may wash away the smelly spirit of the beast. I think I have to put Max to sleep. I think that I'll wash them for sanitary reasons and put Max in the closet for safe keeping. Interestingly enough I still have Max's original box. I use shoe boxes to store momento's, like time capsuls, and his holds my Seattle stuff. Interestingly he hasn't seen that box since the day he was born and he'll be laid to rest in the same box. Lets take a moment of silence to remember our fallen hero...
Rhoel.
-BTW yes I've looked and I can't find another shoe that looks like him. I think Max's was an anomaly when the big shoe companies got on that throw back kick. They're still making old school Pumas so I haven't given up hope.
BlackSheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay.
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul,
as the earth to the sun.
Now the air i tasted and breathed has taken a turn.
All i taught her was everything.
I know she gave me all that she wore.
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds,
of what was everything?
The pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play.
I can feel their laughter, so why do i sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head.
I'm spinning, oh, i'm spinning.
How quick the sun can drop away.
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass,
of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
tattooed all i see, all that i am, all i'll ever be...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, i know you'll be a star.
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine?
Pearl Jam.
After a period of grief one lets go. Good bye.
Rhoel.
