Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Soooo... Yes.

Chances are so minimal anyone even noticed I was gone, since the reasons I

A.) Got into blogging and
B.) Stayed with it for a while

were friend and then romantic interest related. As such, those two people were really the only ones regularly checking in on me and this little page, but what the hell, right? Just because I don't talk to my friend anymore and may or may not have crafted a voodoo doll of said "romantic interest" aka "The Bad Idea" doesn't mean I can't come back onto the web and rant, bitch, whinge, moan, muse, ponder, wonder aloud and generally confuse you, anger you, and maybe make you laugh once in a while.

At least, I think it doesn't mean that.

Alright, so I'm back in the big, bad North after spending some time in Jojah (That'd be Georgia for those of you not into regional dialect spelling). Bad, bad noise went down, hence the sudden stoppage of posts. Very long story, very, very short: I fell apart down there. I'm glad to be put somewhat back together, but I've got some more work to do.

And that's that with that. I've got ideas for stuff for write about, and I also have a new job that kinda was the long term payoff to being a wage slave for a while, so that's badass. I've got a shitload of side projects in my life right now, maintainence stuff mostly, scanning photos, going through movie tapes, re-organizing stuff and all that good stuff we do from time to time to get our lives back into order and simplify. All this, and a position that at long last gives me an excuse to get business cards printed.

I have wanted business cards for a long time. Now I can get them, and you better believe I'm getting them in "bone", so in case someone says to me "Hey, nice colour on your business card." I can answer:

"That's BONE."

So to anyone interested in reading, past or present, I am returned, and I'll be checking in at least once a week I suppose. Until then,

QED.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

That's amore!

Of the random sort. A big pizzah-pie hit me this evening, and Larry, the crab that lives in my stomach and occassionally is angered by my food or beverage choices, is not happy. He's poking at my innards and hollering "What are you thinking?"

I am a big pizza fan, and was rather unhappy to think of a region less inclined to offer good pizza than the South, where I would be going to college. I was rather pleasantly suprised to find a DECENT chain pizza place.

Now, when I say decent, this is of course high praise. I am used to locally owned and operated pizza shops, where I know everyone who works there and they know me. My friends and I all had crushes on the various daughters and neices of the owners of the various places workin the register. In my hometown alone there were 3 pizza places, all of them good. None of them were Pizza Hut, Dominos, etc. Which is pretty obvious because why get that formulaic stuff when you go after something that just got made.

So, here I sit in Georgia, looking for pizza. Bad pizza is one of the worst things you can eat. On that list of "100 ways to know you're from South Jersey" I believe # 1 is "Your attitude is: Anyone who makes bad pizza can go straight to hell." Word.

With that said, a hearty endorsement of Hungry Howie's pizza is in order. I got a pepperoni pizza with plain crust and was pleasantly surprised. It's not perfect, but it was good. Suprisingly enough, the company is from Michigan...

My dad and his college buddies go on a golf trip every year to Nawth Care Linah and on one such trip a son in law was present from one of the other guys. He was from Michigan and thought it a great idea to get some pizza while there. Not the brightest of ideas considering NC is probably about the same pizza aptitude as Georgia. Nevertheless, he got some and claimed it was "outstanding", probably in a slightly nasal voice.

My dad, thinking this to be unheard of, sampled a piece and was polite to not mention to the poor, misguided lad that the pizza was shit, and was left to wonder what in the hell passes for 'good' or even 'edible' in Michigan. Upon retelling me this story, I was now bereft of yet another region of the country's ability to make a meal I love. I've yet to eat a Chicago pizza, but I've heard good things. Back to the topic at hand however.

So the Hungry Howie's Michigan pizza was indeed pretty good. A fellow wayward northerner living here in Jojah recommended the flavoured crust for next time. Gooooood call. HH pizza with the buttered crust is pretty damn good, considering the region. Well done.

However... I must point out that Papa John's is not. Uggggg. Deciding to switch it up, I ordered basically the same meal from PJ as I do from Howie's. Pepperoni and some breadsticks. Wow. Seriously, I wondered if my pizza quality detection has wavered in my time away from the Italian saturated Northeast, but alas, no. One bite and I was instantly pissed off. This serves as a reminder to those of you outside the realm of good pizza territory. Take it from a borderline certified coinassuer of the product, search for the Hungry's Howies if you see a Papa John's, and if that's all you find, well, they say Burger King is nice this time of year...

Now, Larry is still pissed off at me, poking around down in my stomach, so I must away for now, beware pizza eaters everywhere and good luck.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Possibly the funniest e-mail I have ever recieved

Hello again. I have about 7 posts stuck in my drafts folder, waiting to be finished, perfected and then published. For all 14 people (possibly being generous with that estimate) that read this little blog on a regular basis [not just people looking for Matthew McConahay photos, he doesn't live here dammit!!!!] you should enjoy that.

Now then, I'm a college student. Sometimes, college students get a bit slackerish. I'm in the midst of the semestre from hell for a plethora of reasons I won't expound upon here at the moment, so I don't know that it's truly slacking off. However, I have a class called "The History of Vietnam" which is sort of a requirement. Guilt has led colleges to require a room full of white people in southern Georgia to study a group of people that at first glance haven't done anything except not lose a war they were supposed to lose.

So, I signed up for this course because Russian history was deleted from the roster. That I think would have been more interesting and something I had interest in prior to taking the class. The professor is a bit goofy, in a friendly sort of way, and he's obviously knowledgeable on the subject (despite not being Asian), so I thought maybe it would work. And then I missed a class. And another class. And a few more here and there. It didn't seem like that many, or that he seemed to care about attendance, since the class was never full.

Taking us up to 2 days ago, I discovered I had apparantly missed a handout that had a writing assignment on it that was due Wednesday. Shit, that's not good, I'm trying to right the ship here and get everything back on track, I must acquire this paper or this assignment. So I e-mail my professor with a fairly simple note, which I will paste below and edit slightly to protect the innocent:
[Keep in mind, I've missed a few classes.]



Dr. [History Guy],

If it is at all possible, could you please e-mail me the writing assignment for the Radicalism in Vietnam book? If not, I will be on campus all day tomorrow if there is a conveinent time to meet you in your office to pick up the paper version. Thank you.

CR [Last Name]





Decently straight forward, to the point. I don't like to waste people's time, especially when they'll be grading me in short order. Now, some time passed and still no response from Dr. History Guy, so I'm quite panicked. I did the only thing I could do, I whined to everyone on the class roster via Facebook about it, in hopes someone would be willing to give me the assignment.

No replies came. I am fucked. Dr. History Guy's office hours are set up at such a time that even if I got ahold of the paper version from him in person, I'd only have like 3 real hours to construct the paper, and most likely would have to consult the book again for exact quotes and stuff to back up my arguements. Plus, he would KNOW I would only have 3 hours, which means he'd probably be looking at my writing with an extra critical eye. I returned to my apartment and signed on to check my mail and Facebook, hoping someone pulled through for me.

A message from Dr. History Guy! Whooo-Hooo!



Hello Mr. [My Last Name],

Who are you?

Dr. [History Guy]




Folks, you just can't script this shit. I laughed aloud for probably 15 minutes after I read that.

Guess I should probably go to class a bit more often.

Also, since everyone likes a happy ending, I got replies from 3 people on Facebook telling me to relax because the assignment got pushed back a week, and one person sent me the whole list of questions. Big ups, Facebook people. There still are good people in this world, helping other procrastinators and students having a slump semestre via interweb.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

I couldn't be more confused...

Ok. I was doing some spring-ish cleaning on my computer.

I was cleaning out my favourites list, which my friend D'Lo one time loudly exclaimed "That's the most fucking ridiculous favourites list ever!" Because of its voluminous nature, it's taken me a while to really buckle down and clean it out. Links to things that don't work anymore, stories that have been moved, and then this, which just... I defy someone to define it.

http://members.aol.com/krasotka2003/page1.html

I think all the numbers in my head went up by one after looking at that.

You know, I flipped a coin on whether to teach English or History at the high school level, and though the reading is pretty brutal for a history major, something tells me at the end I can smile because I won't have to worry about having a class full of people that write in this style of language.

I mean, everything's there, the RaNdOm capitialization of words, the poor spelling of words "likeing", substituting words with letters "R U going 2 B my man?", the graphic depicitions of those girl doll things that probably all need a trip to the free clinic on the wrong side of the tracks, and the broken RealMedia link to an Eminem song.

I have no idea who this girl is, nor how old she was when she made it, but damn. I must have had some reason for bookmarking it at the time, because I look at it now and can't help but weep for the future. OMG! tats Sooooooo cRaZy!

As much as I hate it...

I have a sinking feeling that the Seahawks are going to fly in under the radar and beat the Steelers. All of the talk, and I mean ALL of the talk thus far has been about "One for the Thumb" and "One for the Bus" and "One for the money" and all that happy horsehonk. The colour of jerseys the Steelers chose to wore was made an issue of, and immediately prompted controversy and interviews on the subject. Jerome Bettis, a rather likeable character, is from Detroit, and he was a poor nerdy linebacker when he was young. He needs a Super Bowl to put a final stamp on his Hall of Fame ticket.

Ok, so... I dislike Mike Holmgren, I'm not a huge fan of that Hasselbeck character, and just.. ugg, what else can be said about Qwest Field? It's goofy looking, ok?

My family is solidly in the Steelers corner, and it would make my dad, my aunt, my uncle and my grandfather quite happy individuals, and they're already clammoring about how much fun it would be if it goes down right for them.

I say again, I don't like the fact that they could potentially win, what with their uniforms that fail to be a recognizeable colour (I mean, what are they? Cerulean and Diet Neon Green?) and the underdog title, but I have a serious premonition that the Seattle Seahawks will win Super Bowl 40.

And that pisses me off. Again, on the upside, Rolling Stones at halftime.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Ok

I got a full colour sheet of penquins. I want one. Basically, I need to get a rockhopper or blackfooted penquin and train him to be my sidekick.

I'm having sidekick withdrawal, and I have decided that penquins are an obvious choice. Rockhopper penquins have street cred already, based on name and weird hairstyle alone. I would probably name him Avenger. He could then track down evildoers and smack them with his flappers. People WILL understand that I'm quite serious.

And of course, Avenger will need a woman. To this end, I will begin to create an army of penquins. That's right.

Just had to post this out of the way, it's been on my mind since I was made aware there is a webcam that shows penquins between 7 am and 7 pm. It's free, but you can donate if you want to, keep in mind, it's important to get the penquins on our good side now, so donate money. Because, let's face it, once they take control, well... what are we gonna do?

http://www.mbayaq.org/efc/efc_splash/splash_cam.asp

Monday, January 30, 2006

Post # 2: Silly Putty to Post # 1's Napalm

Hi again. Thanks for stopping by.

I'd like to start by wondering aloud what exactly people are searching for when they find me and my little corner of the internet. I've been getting some weird visitors here lately, from strange parts of the globe and from blogs that don't link to me. By all means, this is Strange Days, so welcome aboard. But perhaps you could comment or e-mail me and let me know how you got here. Or not, it's cool.

Rapid fire observations of the day:
  1. Why do we care about celebrity weddings? Do we need an hour devoted to this? Look, I give Seal his props for landing Heidi Klum, but I don't need to know who DJ'd his wedding. We need to stop this practice of filming stupid things from taking place.
  2. On the other hand, I saw an episode of that skating with the stars. I laughed heartily at the blooper takes, because it's just humourous to me when someone falls on their face, especially on ice. I'm not gonna watch it again, and I don't even know when it's on next, but it was pretty funny and a really dangerous idea, so naturally I enjoyed it.
  3. I want to learn how to play the piano.
  4. I really don't understand cruises. I've never understood why people do this. And now, it's not even safe aside from legionaires disease, now there's fuck off pirates on the high seas. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, 21st century and we still have pirates. My dream journal must have been stolen.
  5. I'm going to take heat for this from a lot of people, but DAMN, the Nashville female accent is absolutely stunning. I think if more girls HERE talked like that, I'd be tempted to stick around a lot longer. But Nooooo I had to come to the progressive, theocracy southern state, where people are afraid of being labelled hicks and speak with fake southern accents that sound more like let's say a midlantic rural accent. Oh wait, I have a midlantic rural accent too! Great, so they don't sound different at all!
  6. This is going to be another whole post, but I'm gonna take more heat and say country music is pretty good. It's really coming back apparantly, so I'm sure there'll be a lot of pop crap pushed big time, but along with having cute girl accents, the new Nashville sound in country music ain't bad.
  7. There is a town in South Carolina called North. Boy, those kids must be fucked up big time. I'm from North South Carolina. "Where?"
  8. Super Bowl coverage begins at 2:30 Sunday. Do they mean coverage, or do they mean mindless celebrity crap, bad pop music, and pointless interviews with player's fourth grade teachers? That's right. Upside: The Rolling Stones, aka the best rock and roll band ever, is playing the halftime show. I'm still taping lingerie bowl, but I'm actually going to watch halftime this year.
  9. I cannot stand Matthew McConahay (can't be arsed to look up his name) and Sarah J. Parker. Somebody oughta throw some oats and some hay in her general direction, are you kidding with that face? I'm also lukewarm on the Terry Bradshaw. That movie shouldn't have been made and I hope it tanks.
  10. During my drive back down 95, I saw a sign in North Carolina for 95 South, Miami. Now, I know they like to put distant places up on the signs, but let's not get fucking carried away. At that point, I had probably 6 more hours of driving, and dammit, I didn't need to see that.

Ok, this is somewhat to mitigate my anger from last post, even though there's anger in this one too, but I tried to make it funny. Speaking of which, the offer has been floated to me to perform some stand up comedy to benefit a non-profit organization down here. I'm thinking it over, and writing some material. Stay tuned.

Post # 1: A Rant

H'ok. Virgin ears, depart. Those who can't handle a little borderline insanity interlaced with angry misplaced patriotism, flee to the hills.

Also, to those sensitive to the current events at hand, no, this is not just a Michigan bashing rant, this has been running around in my head for quite some time, but I needed a spark. Tonight I got it.

Here goes: I was watching TV tonight, which is usually all it takes to remind me why I don't watch a lot of TV. I saw a commercial with Bill Ford in it, saying how innovative and understanding the Ford Motor Co. is, and how the next great series of automobiles, including hybrids, will be made by Ford.

I stopped, and looked at this man, along with the Kennedys pretty much the only other "American Royalty", clearly a little dopey and reading off a cue card, which is fine, but he didn't exactly strike me as someone who inspires innovation. And why would he? A question sprung into me: Are Americans capable of being 'innovative'? Is the Ford motor company?

It seems to me that the Japanese are the innovators, we are more the inventer type. That is to say, we generally prefer to blow things up and start over completely with a new idea and make something completely different, whereas the Japanese have made a career out of "What's that electronic device do? Oh, well we can manufacture it the same way, but we'll make it do one other thing, too." type innovations.

First it was a record player, then it had an 8 track slot, then a tape deck, then two tape decks (the one on the right was for high speed dubbing, of course) then the record player got smaller and used a laser instead of a needle, and they sold it with a tape deck, so you could record onto a CD. Then they invented the mini disc, which was a CD inside of a tape. Though the idea never took off, it played to being an innovation of the three most recognizable music storage systems ever. And that, for the most part, is what the Japanese people do, what they manufacture, and what they make their living off of. Technological stuff, and making it run better. It's not a bigoted thing, and certainly, their reputation for making stuff work is well deserved.

Which brings us to cars. Henry Ford had an idea, actually a few, to invent something different. Completely out of left field. It was a success. Then the Japanese, after you know, some American intervention (bombs and that sort of thing) decided they wouldn't do the military thing anymore, they'd just take our stuff and make it run better.

I drive American cars. I've owned a Buick, and now I own a Dodge. I liked the Buick because it was wholly American: big, boxy, boaty and had room for 17 people. It wasn't sleek, but it was cool, with lots of unecessary chrome and a pedestrian aimer on the hood. The shocks were terrible, the seats looked like kitchen towels, and it had bench seats and a column shifter. It had a really, really well placed cupholder. It was my mini-apartment on wheels, room for everything, and I was in it an awful lot, and I will probably buy another one.

Now, a lot of people drive American cars for different reasons. I'm a big guy, so liking big cars shouldn't be a surprise. That seat in the Buick went so far back you were technically in the back seat while driving, which I liked. Some people are downright mean in their choice to drive American cars: "No rice rockets for me, man, I only drive American cars. (That were probably manufactured in Mexico.)"

Ok, let's review. We like to get our vengence anyway we can, it's true. We think we're really sticking it to the man overseas by buying a domestic car only, or that we're really helping ourselves out by sticking with Detroit instead of... well I dunno, Tokyo? But aren't these companies public? Certainly, there are some American investors with money in Nissan or Toyota, and they might be really happy when people buy those cars, because it helps their own personal nut in some small way. And couldn't there be people in Japan who own Ford stock whoo-hooing everytime someone tears off a lot in Frog Balls, Tennessee in a Mustang?

So patriotism in automobiles aside, the question remains: Are we really innovators? Do we think outside the box when something in our lives breaks, or do we just get a new one? I had a thought about a year ago "Maybe I'll get the toaster fixed." and then began laughing, as I dropped it into the trash can. F that, I'll just go to WalMart and buy another one, who fixes anything anymore? I don't even know where you would go to fix a toaster.

Years ago, a friend and I were driving around, because that's what we did in those days, and I saw a huge TV by the curb. I was a youngin at the time and wanted a nice TV, and neglecting to note that it was probably garbage, I stopped. We looked at the TV, and it was in a big cabinet and looked really nice, plus it was friggin huge. "Mario Bros. will look awesome on that..." So we proceeded up the driveway to ask the gentleman inside if we could have his TV.

"Well yeah, but it doesn't work, it just went blank about 3 hours ago, but you can have it if you want it kid."

"It's just that it's really nice looking, and I have a crappy TV now, maybe if I could get it fixed it would be worth it, cause it's big."

"Knock yourself out kid, like I said, it was a nice TV, but it just went blank."

So we tried putting it, the big TV, into my friend's car (Nissan). And then we tried again. And from the passenger side as well. And then we stopped because we were getting lightheaded from carrying the TV and trying to fit it into a Nissan. "Fuck this, it's not going to fit."

"We can come back for it tomorrow in my dad's truck (Ford) if you want." my friend replied. And so we did, in his big ole truck, and we tow dollied it right on in, and lifted it up and drove off, no problem at all. Now, just to get it fixed. So I open the back, it was about 6 screws. I'm thinking maybe there's just a small thing that needs repair. Well, I broke a calculator once in 6th grade and saw a few microchips, but I was not prepared for this. Inside this HUGE cabinet, that weighed a lot, was a system of microchips and wires that I don't think anybody could understand. Moreover, nobody would offer even to look at it, much less repair it. We had to use his dad's big ole truck again to take it to the garbage dump, cause it damn sure wasn't going in my dad's car (Acura)

So fine, Japanese cars are smaller and more efficient and sleeker and I suppose indirectly sexier. But advertising has led us to believe that it's not macho to drive a Prius, it's not patriotic to drive a rice rocket. Look at the Marlboro Man, for goodness sakes. A successful ad campaign directly targeting men and saying "You're not a fag, are you? Oh, well then do this. It's the MANLY thing to do..." And of course he's a cowboy, an entirely American invention. Advertising loves to screw with our heads, and our insecurities. Besides, it's inherently American to be a bit wasteful, to drive a huge boat of a car and Damn the torpedos and the gas prices. When you do try and get something repaired, be an easy to pick up toaster or a TV in a cabinet that almost made me drop a third testicle, you get burned.

And, also worth mentioning, the Ford family owns Ford Field, home of the Detroit Lions. They are the principle owners of the team, and when it comes to improving a product they sell, be it a car or a football club, they've been pretty fucking abysmal in both aspects for a long time. This employee pricing shit was supposed to be short term, but still nobody's buying their cars. The Fords have kept in office Matt Millen, and look what he's done to that team, to that organization. They haven't been a playoff team since 1999, and when they draft, they draft crap players, or ones that aren't right for their system. They don't fire Matt Millen, and fans hold up signs offering him in trade for bin Laden; and then they turn around and tell Steve Mariucchi to pack his bags? Huh?

Are we really supposed to trust the Ford family to innovate their cars any better? I would expect them to fire good workers, build their cars out of shoddy materials, manufacture the wrong types of cars for the times, and not be very successful on a whole, given what they've done from a football standpoint. And it basically shows in their automotive work: They fire 30,000 people, had the whole recall issue with the Explorer, keep pushing the gas guzzling Mustang when they oughta be making some hybrids and more efficient cars, and maybe things would work out better.

I am rooting for Ford to succeed, obviously. I like American cars, and I wouldn't mind owning one from every company at some point, but maybe the problem is in advertising. Nobody wants innovation, that's a foreign idea. Maybe they need a cowboy selling cars, something wholly American, something that targets American male insecurities.

Oh wait, now cowboys are gay too. Shit, and they win awards for it. Oh well, another good advertising idea down the drain. Guess I might have to cave eventually and buy a rice rocket.

-CR

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Manic moods are awesome!

So yes. I unofficially have bipolar disorder. Unofficially because I won't go to a head doctor to have it stamped on my hand, and maybe because it's just the hadle of coffee I had at breakfast this morning, but I'm OUTRAGEOUSLY hyper at the moment, and in a fever of writing frenzy am going to make up for going months without posting by writing a lot of shit soonly. (Or soonish, for you grammar cowboys out there. Don't front...)

It's like 80 degrees here in Georgia, sunny day, and my cousin and I were toying with going to the beach and getting drunk, but decided instead of store some beer, party here tonight and then go to the beach tomorrow. It's going to be 70 tomorrow supposedly, and when you've spent like 21 winters in the dark, cold North, 70 degrees in January is absofuckinlutely a beach day. I've got my windows open in my apartment and am listening to some Dave Matthews live from Camden from like.... 2 summers ago when we went and saw him. This gave me the thought to do some concert summaries for y'all to enjoy (or not, what the fuck ever, I don't even know who's reading this.) because I've been to a few and they've always been more good times than bad, with the exception of 311. (Nothing against the band, but the circumstances involved sucked, more on that later)

So yes, the CR Concert Series will kick off soon. Stay tuned. Before I came back to my apartment just now I had been over my cousin's place, and she has a 3rd floor screened in porch that we were chilling out on around noon, drinking some beers and soaking up some sun and breeze. Bonus points.

I have two whole packs of gum in my mouth. Too hyper, needed something to keep my teeth from grinding. To think, I had planned on spending this day doing laundry and mopping. F that, I've got stuff to write and Dave to listen to, with my windows open enjoying the somewhat cooler than 80 degree breeze (It's cooling off a bit towards the end of the day here.)

On the way back to my apartment, however, it was really nice out. I took the long way home so I could get a few songs in by the Blue Method. You may or may not have heard of them, BUT... You should listen to them. They are a blues/funk/awesome band from Philly, I've seen them twice live, wanted to see them three times but they got bumped from a show they were supposed to do at the Jersey shore, which would have probably been in the Concert Series writings, considering I was rolling thick that weekend (No, not a weed reference, FBI. Means I had the Crew with me.) and we had a cooler full of booze.

In all seriousness, they are good musicians and good guys, both times I saw them at the Logan House in Delaware they hung out afterwards and were signing CD's and shaking hands. Very infectious music, if you get a chance to listen to it. Yes, I'm shamelessly plugging them, but dammit... I want them to become more famouser so I can say I knew them when they were doing bars and clubs and getting bumped from shore bars, and then you'll all be impressed. Super bonus points for Philadelphia Eagles fan, as the lead singer bares a resemblance to long time defensive tackle Hollis Thomas. (I smell a cross promotion imminent... Hear my thoughts, Jeffrey Lurie, HEAR MY THOUGHTS!!!!)

Damn, I must not be using enough alumminum foil on my hockey.... I mean my telepathy helmet.

That's right. Now go get it.

http://www.thebluemethod.com/main.htm

Just had to post this

I like Tim Reynolds, a lot. I've seen him live twice now, once with Dave and once without.

Reasons why include the most recent song of his I heard, in which he rhymes "spermatozoa" with "get to know ya".

Remind me to tell you a mildly funny story about going to see him at a small coffee shop in Central Jersey if I forgot to in the next few days. I just listened to this song and had to post that bit of information.

PS ~ The song title is "Spitting Spools of Spermatozoa PENIS"

That's right.