Blah de blah (Back from the dead!)

Seeing how the decade is ending, I feel like I need to make something to fully encapsulate everything about the decade in every possible way. So obviously, what needs to be done is a top ten list. Because that wasn’t old when Letterman did it first a decade before I was born.

Also, wasn’t this decade totally like the worst ever? And by worst ever I mean most full of 9/11’s.

Which reminds me-

“Thursday, December 3, 2009

A Nov. 26 article in the District edition of Local Living incorrectly said a Public Enemy song declared 9/11 a joke. The song refers to 911, the emergency phone number. “

-From the corrections page of The Washington Post

I will seriously do that list. Or something else dumb like that.

Yiddishical Utterances

Oy!!!


I have a strange, seemingly genetic disposition to utter these words. Is this a part of the Jewish genome? Perhaps this is true, as I can’t think of anything else to explain this genetic disorder. What is a worry to me is that this means that Judaism is more than just a religion, culture, or even ethnicity.

I call out to the god of Abraham, Issac and Jacob to explain this to me. I know I am not a god fearing, or even believing person, but there must be some explanation. That, or I just wish I was an old Jew in Brooklyn who works during the day as a shoemaker and at night as a Shecky Green impersonator. Stranger things have happened.

I did for a long period of time quote Walter Cronkite for no apparent reason. I just wanted to be trusted as a man. Isn’t that what women want? “And that’s the way it is” right?

Official Anouncements and stuff...

I am a certified man. One with a certificate (in the mail). Its true, no one can ever take this away. Hopefully this certificate will bring me more acclaim and work than my handy "fake MD" and "Bar Passed" certificate. I only got to sue myself for medical malpractice which i thought was very rude...

ANYWAYS...

For anyone who is actually reading this... anyone? anyone? I have become a certified agent of KAOS. Thats right, the god of order and all things good in the world (its very confusing I know). Now he permits me to perform my act of honoring him every friday morning from 6-9 am through the air and web waves. He is a trickster god, but a very predictable one as well, with a schedule and all the goodies.

So yeah, bullshit aside, I have a new show on KAOS

It starts this friday, give it a listen will ya?

I'll start posting show information if interested. Check it out at kaosradio.org. Thats an organization y'all.

What have I become?

I wish I had more to say, or defend myself from this fact, but it is true:

I am becoming my father.

Its really scary, but its true. I stay at work late, like to go out to eat (as opposed to cook), I like to wake up early, I like eggs, I like bananas, I love coming home, taking a shower, kicking back and watching the news as I drift off asleep as my cat sleep on my lap.

I am becoming my father.

I have a strange obsession with William Shatner, Sarah Palin, and Rick Perry's possible gayness. I like Apple computer products, am constantly looking at my cell phone, and I actually like studying the civil war.

I am becoming my father:











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...HOLY SHIT ITS TRUE!

Holy shit im stuck in a goddamn elevator

The world is fucking mad. Oh well, it isn’t like it was anything too important. Oh wait, it was! Oh well, Only 30 minutes until they come to pry open the doors. No biggie right? Unless, well, I suffocate. Then that would suck. I wouldn’t want that. No, that would be bad. Hopefully they will be here soon.

Anyways, who cares, these elevators are ventilated right. Shit this kinda sucks though. Im not stuck in here with some hot girl and we have share breath with each other to stay alive. Well, like the indie pixie vixen they don’t really exist anyways, so seeing that would actually be worse than not seeing it. It would mean im hallucinating. Which would be an unfortunate event, leading up to my evaluation with matt. Maybe he’ll go easy on me knowing I was just thrust in a box for 45 minutes without any way out. Or not. Who cares, its just fucking Evergreen.

Do I curse too much? At times I feel like I do. I have to keep the words pure for their use at critical times when it really matters. I want to say when something is fucking good or fucking bad, not when something is fucking alright. Is saying “fucking alright” about the equivalent of saying im an extreme moderate? Im not sure. It feels different than saying fucking normal. That has some meaning. Fuck the status quo, fuck life as we know it, etc. All that anarcist shit. Fuck! I did it again. Oh well, its fucking alright.

Breathe in and out Ben, you aren’t going to die. At least today.

Wow, I really want a cigarette right now. I bet they would even be understanding, but I think that’s in bad form. I try to be a nice guy, and I’m trying to cut down on the cancer sticks. I think going against both would be a pretty bad idea right now. At least that’s how it feels to me. Maybe I should just let it go. But I can’t, so I won’t.

Honestly, Is trying to be a nice guy something you should just let go anyways? That seems like something irrefutably good, worth hanging onto. Alright, Kool Keith’s coming on the final mix of my life. There aren’t many better ways to go out right?

Ben

Post Script: I am alive.

The End of the Beginning

It's 6:40 am as I am writing this.

I only see the sunrise, or what I can see of it on a cloudy day, if i wake earlier than even the most sane man. Anyways, its my birthday. The big 22. Nothing special comes with that number except symetry, but in many ways that may be all I need from the digits. Its a cold day, rainy, dreary. Not surprising for Washington, but it really does feel like a new period of time and I'm glad I got to see the transition. Anyways, as a sip my cheap store brand coffee and absorb the heat of a Target-brand floor, all while listening to Chick Corea it seems right.

I made a new video, with a slightly guided tour of my apartment. Highlights, rearanging my bookshelf and media shelf to better hold everything. Lets just say, its terribly exciting. Also, the cats wrestle at the end, which is always nice. Anyways, I hope everyone's day is a sweet and calm as mine has been. In only 6 hours I will be done with my first summer session and soon headed to Seattle. Hopefully Audrey has the stones for two days of the Capitol Hill Block Party. We shall see.

Anyways, enjoy:

Kitty Action part 2.

So its been a week since I acquired little Dmetri and Alexei (and yes, that is the way it is spelled). So far they are, for the lack of a better term, a bundle of joy. It is really amazing how quickly animals grow to love and how much I appreciate that love. It could all be some psychopathic plan of theirs to kill me and eat me, but I don't think they are old enough to know that is an option. Anyways, besides strangely schmaltzy and bizarre observation, it is true, animals really do just make coming home after a long (or my case, relatively short) day's work that much calming and relaxing. They are really great. Plus, they are scruffy!

I set up a flicker account with pictures of my cats, if you really care. This way I don't have to feel like i should set up some album with some witty sayings describing whatever pose they take. Thank god.

Kitty action...

I have received the cats. Their names are Alexei and Dmitri, and they are adorable.

Here are some videos about them:

Travel to the East Side and Back:


Kitty War:

Welcome

I know I need a better title. I know I need a better layout. I know I need to play more jrpgs from Atlus. I get it. Besides that though, welcome!

Hopefully this blog can serve as some place for me to ruminate on issues around gaming, politics, tech, and food. Lots of food.