Siblings stab each other for next game.


Just hilarious in my opinion.



Snap Weekend

A quick view of my weekend

After work, I went over to Kelly's house and exchanged gifts with her. I gave her a porcelain doorknob with a rose on it and a wood press block. She in turn gave me a shirt with "I heart shotgun zombie" on it. Then we debated on where to go out and eat and which movie to see. We ended up at Tyson's, getting some pretzel stuff from Aunt Anne's, and some candy before watching Bolt in 3-D. I was amazed that Disney could pull of a CG movie without Pixar. I kept the glasses, and plan on rocking them as much as I can.

Went to the gym and then played football with Marcel, Mike, Brice, and David. It was a good time. I screwed up my my lower leg again, the same kind of injury I had last season in rugby. But that's nothing compared to Marcel spraining his ankle after Brice tackled him. I got to drive Marcel's explorer onto the HH Poole football field to pick him up. He's doing fine. After I got home and showered, I texted my trainer Wendy telling her we'd need to modify my workout on Sunday due to my bad leg.

Woke up to a text from my trainer Wendy asking about my leg and if I was going to cancel or come in. I decided it would be better if I just healed up first and not look even more pitiful at the gym with the injury. Then went back to bed. Later, I helped dad throw away a couch.
In closing, I now have plans for Valintine's day.....taking the GRE. Woo.


A change in music

So, while reading Kelly's latest entry I found my way to this blog and video. It's a video made by NYC messenger group Empire. I watched the video with its sound turned off and had this music, from a Mont Blanc page, on in the background. The Mont Blanc music worked very well with the video, setting a different more elegant tone and making the messengers seem more fluid in their actions when avoiding cars, bars, and people.

And for the record, I didn't take that role of Nintendo stickers, as Kelly said in her blog. For it was her who stopped me from swipping them. Foiled my plans yet again Welshi....(shakes his fist).


First Will Smith, now Keanu Reeves

In a recent interview with MTV Movies, Keanu Reeves said he wants his next project to be a live-action Cowboy Bebop movie (click his pic for the link).
Now, I have mixed feelings about this. I read the article and it seems that Keanu knows what he's talking about when it comes to the Bebop universe. He wants to tell the origin of the Red Eye drug, which is something I'd be more than happy to watch. But he wants to be Spike, and that's where I get a little shaky at. Keanu isn't the most versitile of actors. He's played the moody bland hero for so long. I just can't see him as Spike. Additionally on retrospect, I really can't think of anyone in Hollywood that I'd like to see play Spike.
All I really hope for is for three things: Watanabe, Nobumoto, and Kanno to have some involvement with the movie. I believe in Keanu for his geek love for the series, but not for his acting ability.


This one's for Adam

What is the average number of t-shirts an American child should have?

I had a very depressing discussion with one of my co-workers. It started out with the simple question of "what should I get my kids?" I have a little knowledge about her offspring, in the knowledge that they are all little shits that need to beaten for all the crap that they pull with her. This is in addition to the douche' bag of a husband she's divorcing. My response to her question was to buy her children clothes.

What came of her response was a diatribe about clothing being strung about her house as her children do not know how to do anything more than wipe their own ass and break shit. I blame the parents for this as there wasn't any punishment enforced. And all the while the line she was repeating was "I still can't find the average number of t-shirts an American child should own."

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING!? Grow a backbone, walk into your house with a baseball bat, and go ape shit. They don't respect you.

Moving on, it just gets annoying to hear her complain that they never do anything she tells them to do.


We've all seen the pictures


watching this makes me die a little inside.


Super Red Eye

I wasn't aware of this drink, until today. The Red Eye eye is a coffee with 2 shots of espresso. These two mere shots were not enough to sustain my caffeine lust this morning.

This morning I tried logging into my civilian computer only to remember that IT had them offline to do routine maintenance. This left me with my work computer, which is sans the glorious internet that feeds me lolcats, the accepted currency of the interweb, and webcomics. I tried drudging through my morning with just my work computer and watching people log on and then off. It was less than thrilling.

I quickly grabbed my coat and made the motions of heading to starbucks, those motions are adjusting myself, getting my keys and notifying everyone in my immediate vicinity that I would be rolling to the Bucks for a dose of my life blood. Before anyone could ask for something, I was already gone.

Now, the coffee. As I stated before, a regular red eye has 2 shots of espresso. I told the bartista to give it 4 shots and drop a 9volt battery in it. Sadly, they were sans battery.

It's been four hours since I finished the drink. I can say that I haven't been this caffeinated in a long while. I see this evening's workout being awesome if I don't crash.


If only I had a kart

Mario Kart IRL


Chicago for Thanksgiving

I've been meaning to write this post for the past four days, but certain stress inducing situations at work have impeded me from doing so.

I had a great time in Chicago, and I hope to make another trip up there this summer.

I get to the airport, ready to check my bag in. I forgot the weight limit for checked bags was 50lbs, so I had a choice in paying the extra $135 to check an overweight bag or to go buy a carry-on bag and put some of my stuff in it. The carry on was cheaper, so naturally I went with it. Additionally I found out that I can't take my mini-bottles of liquor in my quart size baggie. I had to drop those off in my checked bag, so I was sad and sober on the flight over. Also I was in the middle seat, stuck between 2 guys. So I napped for the 2 hour flight. I met Chris at the baggage claim section, which was sans my bag. The airport decided to put it in another section, which wasn't as bad as losing the bag all together.
We took the EL and transfered to a bus to get to his and Jess's apartment. It was a bit awkward on the bus with my luggage as it was a bit cumbersome. Chris and Jess have a nice apartment. It's as if Jess's apartment and Chris's dorm were thrown together, a hint of college life was still in the air. After dropping off the bags, we went to the grocery store to pick up preparations for the next day's dinner. I also tried flirting with the wine girl there, which ended awkwardly and me buying a bottle of wine. From the grocery store, we walked to Sam's, which is a HUGE warehouse full of liquor, beer, and wine. I had a chubby walking around. We picked up beer, we also found out that Chris can't use his Virginia drivers license as it's the "Under 21" model. We got back, drank, played Gears of War 2 until Jess got home from work. She talked about the dogs and puppies she got to care for (she really needs to start a blog and just post pics of the dogs there. Like Parrot, the dog that stays on your shoulder). Chris cooked dinner, ate, then headed over to Mark and Kramer's place for more drinking and shenanigans.

More Gears and Left 4 Dead while Jess cooked dinner. Watched probably 3 minutes of the Cowboys game(slaughtering of Seahawks). Jess cooked a great thanksgiving dinner: Turkey, corn, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, stuffing, fruit salad, and cranberry sauce. I'm sure I'm forgetting something, none the less it's still awesome. Great job Jess. Then after generally sitting, clearing the table, more sitting, and a little south park, we walked over to Mark and Kramer's for pie. I drank the bottle of wine while i was there. A great thanksgiving with my friends.

All three of us went to Millenium Park and took the typical tourist pictures. Then walked over to the Natural History Museum. On the way, Chris decided to be a bit diabetic and was on the verge of passing out. He wasn't doing so good. We got into the museum and ate at Corner Bakery, Chicago's answer to Panera. My sandwich was awesome. Then we walked around and learned about the Native Americans, Egyptians, and animals. It was a bit of a walk. We decided to have dinner at Gino's East. The iPhone kinda came in handy, except for the fact that I didn't know the difference between Gino's East and Gino's. So, after taking us in the wrong direction, we headed back to the proper Gino's and got in line. Jess tried out Tap Tap Revenge and the family behind us started gabbing about their love for TTR is. Especially the father, "I don't want to brag, but my high score is 1,xxx,xxx." Ya, I really didn't care what he had to say about a phone game. I made friends with one of the waiters as he was talking to the hostess outside, I kept shaking my head at him as he asked if "The next group wanted to sit together?" He looked and pointed at me with a threatening gaze. I countered with the I'm watching you hand gesture from Meet the Parents/Fockers. It was fun. Pizza was delicious. We ended the night going to the Hancock Observatory. David Schwimmer decided to give me the audio tour over my headset. Took some great pictures, and bought a pin for my mom. It was a good day.

Jess was off to work, so Chris and I went to Salvage One. I'm not the type to go into antique stores, but I wouldn't mind going there again. This place was ecletic out the ass. If only I had more money I would have picked up a few things. Additionally, Chris found a comfy leather couch and a metal storage rack which is used for lab mice. He was a bit giddy. While there, I picked up a ________ and ________ for gifts for Kelly. I'm sure she'll like them. We made another beer run before getting back to the apartment for more gaming. After Jess got home and showered, we walked to Goose Head Brewery for dinner. I picked dad up a shirt from there. We got home and I packed while Chris and Jess got ready for bed.

Chris went with me to the airport and saw me off to security. All in all, it was a great trip. I can't wait to see what Chicago's like in the summer.



Involuntary erections

Ah, a subject near and dear in my pants. As the title might suggest, this entry is about unintentional boners.

Now I'm not talking about morning wood, this is something different. An erection that cannot, no matter how many unsexy thoughts you think, go away. I have suffered from many an involuntary erections. I'm sure many of you, specifically the male population of my readership (I'm not touching the subject of female erection, as I'm at work and googling "female erection" might change my employment status with CSC) have suffered from this dilema. You know the situation, you're sitting at your desk and then you're at attention. What then? Do you force it down the left pant leg, right, swing it up and tuck it under your belt?
God help you if someone needs you to go to their desk. Then you're shit out of luck if you decided to line it down a pant leg. Congrats, now you're going to be popping a tent every other step. And guess what, some of your co-workers will notice. I'm sure they'll appreciate that you're happy to see them.

Here is an example:
It was 9th grade Earth Science class. It was spring time, and quite noticably many of the young ladies were in skirts. Jenna was sitting to the right of me wearing a khaki skirt, and naturally I decided it was a great idea to be in awe of her legs and thighs. So this is going on at the same time Mrs. Jones is calling up students to her desk to get their graded tests. Low and behold she calls my name when I happen to have a hard on. What makes this predictament that much worst, is the fact that I'm wearing some Old Navy shorts. These shorts were made of a very thin fabic, essentially, you could count the change in my pocket. So, in my infinite 9th grade wisdom, I decided to get up from my desk and I literally jump to Mrs. Jones's desk, grab the test, and jump back to my desk. My classmates noticed my silliness, not the rocket in my pocket.

Seth and Evan got it right.

Oh, Hell No

As some of you know, one of my favorite movies is Chan-wook Park's Oldboy. Further more, I've voiced my concerns about an American remake of Oldboy, especially with it starring Will Smith and having it directed by Steven Spielberg

I'm beginning to hate Will Smith.


Zombies don't run

I thank Chris for showing me this article.

The Quick and the Dead, by Simon Pegg

Bowled a turkey

Literally, a turkey. I didn't get three strikes in a row (but I have done that before) , but a real frozen turkey. More on that in a bit.

My friend Mike texted me Friday afternoon asking if I had anything planned. I didn't have anything on my agenda and asked what was up. He said that his friend's ferret just had surgery and needed to be taken care of while he was out of the state. So, essentially, it'd be him and I hanging at his friend's place for the evening after medicating the smelly pet. His friend has a nice set up, specifically the huge LCD HD television that I was playing Fifa 08 on. Additionally I learned that Call of Duty 4 is considerably better than Halo 3, specifically it was that lack of douchebaggery from the other players. All the while, Mike was on his newly built computer questing on WoW. Just hearing him talk about WoW made me want to go pick it up for myself. But I've been through this temptation many times, it ends with me realizing that I'm going to get fed up with the game (like I do with all other games) and stop playing it. Additionally my laptop is on the onsets of old age; heating up to lap scalding temperatures when I watch youtube clips, horribly depleted battery life (3 hours of battery life when I first got it, now 1 hour), and the fact that it's been dropped a few times (not by my hand amazingly).

I helped Mike hold down "Jungle" while he gave it (as I don't know the sex of the beast) it's medicine, which smelled like Pepto Bismol, then we gamed for a few hours. I played Marcel over Live in Fifa, he beat me by 2. Then we got on Call of Duty and played that for a few rounds. It was around ten o'clock when I started to get thirsty, so I waited for Mike to finish up his quest while I looked for a bar.

The first bar we went to was So Addictive. I was a bit of a let down. They had a live dj, but that's about the only good thing going for it. The bartender gave me a lot more ice than I wanted in my Jack on the rocks and only 3 women in there. I agreed with Mike that we'd roll out after we finished our drinks. I was already looking for the next bar to go to on my phone. Luckily, Mike looked out the window and found our next destination. Jimmy's Old Town Tavern was an awesome bar. It reminded me of the Auld Shebeen, except with more stuff to do. There was a Jagermeister ice sculpture for ice cold shots of Jager, a dance floor, and multiple televisions showing Oklahoma slaughter Texas Tech. As well, there was a drunk guy who didn't stop dancing the entire night, except for when the "mystery saturday contest" went down. Which happened to be bowling a frozen turkey into a set of ten pins. Mike bowled an 8, I a 7.

"Fuck your couch," powerful words that were uttered by Dave Chapelle, and many college and high school students to this day, when he was playing Rick James. These words, "Fuck your couch" just incase you forget, also caught the attention of the young lady who was sitting next to Mike and I. Her name was Katie, and she was hanging with her friends Craig and Derek. Derek was sporting a kick ass moustache, I claimed he reminded me of a young Burt Reynolds, he thought it looked more Frank Zappa. Craig is a dancer and likes to show that off, by embarassing Katie. Later that night, Katie got a hold of my iphone and went on my facebook. To which she proclaimed that I am friends with her ex-boyfriend's wife.

Ahh, the world is quite small.


Just a shot away

I arrived at Steven and Alana's apartment around 6:30. Will was sitting on the sofa with Alana diagonal to him on the love seat. He hasn't changed much, still skinny, tall, white, and red dye job in his hair. He commented on my beard, "Castro" he said. It was fun to be around him again. He was drinking Yuengling, Alana Hard Cider, Steven Hefeweizen, Myself Tall Vodka Cranberries.

We caught up quickly with each other's lives. He graduated with a degree in Theater, and next week is going to be leaving for Tokyo for his job teaching English to as a second language. Plots of making a trip to the land of the rising sun has commenced.

We listened to some J-Rock band that he had on his iPod. It was good, made me want to listen to Dir en grey. He knows a site where I can get all of said band's music, or I could have given him a storage device to burn it onto.

-Steven discovers Sam own's an iPhone-
Me: Steven, loan me a blank cd.
Steven: I don't have any, use a thumb drive.
M: I don't have one.
S: Where's your iPod?
M: Don't own one.
S: That's right you own a Zune. Where's that?
M: In my car.
S: (Jokingly) Where's your iPhone.
M: In my pocket.
S: In your pocket?
M: In my pocket.
S: You don't own an iPhone.
M: In my pocket.
S: Prove it.
-I pull my white iPhone out. Calling his bluff-
S: (owned, and knows it)
M: Told you.
-I hand it to him and he plays with it. Then walks off to tell Alana. Owned-
I look at Will. We both laugh.

Alana call's me a trend whore, tool, or poser for owning one. Something along those lines. I bask in it.
We all sit, talk, it was decided before I got there that we would be visiting The Capital Ale House. We need to go to the groccery store and CVS first for more beer, cranberry juice, Black and Milds, and 5 Hour of Powers. We acquire our materials and walk back to the apartment for more drinking.
We leave for CAH, I'm already drunk.
While in the restroom, above the urinals there is a ledge. I speak about this outloud whilest urinating. It should be noted Steven is in a stall and another gentlemen is using the urinal two spaces to the left of me.
Me: "Wow, there's a little ledge here to place your beer. That's convenient"
Gentleman: (chuckle)
M: "Essentially I can skip a step and pour the beer directly into the urinal. But then I would miss the tastiness that is the beer"
G: (laugh)
M: "Mind you, I'm not talking directly to you sir. As it would be wierd for me to hold my penis and a conversation about said ledge in a bathroom with a stranger. I'm merely speaking out loud."
G: (laughs some more)
Apparently, I'm quite drunk.
After more drinking, eating of a burnt dollar hamburger, Alana and Steven's friend arrives, we leave to go play some Rockband. I borrowed one of the sauce containers (still filled with random sauce) from the Ale House. I would like to say to the owner of the white RAV-4, parked outside on the curb, I hope you liked the sauce I left for you. ....splattered on your windshield.
I sang better this time. Playing guitar is still easy. Drums are harder than they look. I messed up some of the lyrics, improvising most if not all.

It was a fun night


limbless children are no less annoying

just less mobile.

My friend Will is flying in today from the south. I'm not sure which state, either Mississippi or Lousiana, either way it's been a while since I last saw him.

I met Will during my sophomore year in high school, we both had the same gym class together. One day, I was humming "The Real Folk Blues" from Cowboy Bebop, and he recognized it and from there we became friends. Additionally, it helped that he'd bring Jack Daniels mixed with Dr. Pepper to school. Ahh, good times.

He went on to major in theater in college and would harass homeless orphans when he was drunk. One of those statements is true, I'll let you decide.



A brand new day

As I sit here at my desk, in my work outfit, I decided to create a new blog as my lj account was from my high school days. "Kouryou" just doesn't sound as cool as it once did, not too professional either. Of course, I'm not very professional when it comes to most of the aspects in my life. I need a beer.