Rivers Cuomo is continuing his celibacy past his self-declared deadline
2 1/2 years. HA! I laugh at your celibacy.
Wait until you meet a real girl with a brain that doesn't want to be with you because of your money or fame or because you look like Buddy Holly or know that guy that played drums for Nirvana and you stop moving around all the time and take the time to allow someone into your life see if you can get passed 1-two-3... I doubt it. Because you're weak. Like me.
Then again, it may just be the humbling experience he needs...?
2 1/2 years. HA! I laugh at your celibacy.
Wait until you meet a real girl with a brain that doesn't want to be with you because of your money or fame or because you look like Buddy Holly or know that guy that played drums for Nirvana and you stop moving around all the time and take the time to allow someone into your life see if you can get passed 1-two-3... I doubt it. Because you're weak. Like me.
Then again, it may just be the humbling experience he needs...?
Holy shit! The Bitch is alive...allegedly. The mechanic FINALLY called me back today. I should be reviewing pipe designs next week...allegedly. They moved locations without telling me, so I'm a bit worried about the condition of the bike. Either way, it looks like I'll have a running bike by Christmas. Not that I can ride it or anything. Fucking snow! NOW I hate the snow. I'm also thinking about taking it to the body shop to do the bobbing before spring too. One, Loud Bitch will finally scream, so I might as well tweak her out, eh?!
One, Loud Bitch (circa 2004, San Diego at time of purchase):
Mods to come: Solo ride, dropped, stretched, pushed rake, completely bobbed, all flat black, pipes will go under (hardened in the future) swingarm, one pointing to the left and the other the right, only 2 inches out from the frame and pointing up slightly and standard old school touches -- tank, spoked, apes, etc. The idea is to look like an old hardcore Harley hard bob with only a 90 degree motor sitting there flippin' off the yuppie riders.
Other news: "Crazy" good weekend. No Meet the Parents problems. Things may even have gotten better, if I may be so bold...
The only awkward moment came when the mom took off, the girl hopped in the shower and I agreed to watch the kid who, seconds after everyone parted, asked me if I wanted to play Doctor.
Uh.... what?!
Turns out it's a toyset, but I was terrified of the future conversation... "Mommy, mommy...! me and Mayowock played this game called doctor!!"
Shiver!
Great people
Great time.
Great life.
Great mmmm.
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|
She's great.
Auggie was so well behaved!!!
The kid kept looking at me. I must have a big head.
Buuurp
Cuteness
Super smart idea! I was jealous.
Auggie looking super modelish
"Hey, Mayowock!!! Don't you wanna picture to remember me by?"
I guess I need to remember her, too...
Fucking adorable
Queen of funny faces
Now I think I need to reformat my computer. This is going to suck....
One, Loud Bitch (circa 2004, San Diego at time of purchase):
Mods to come: Solo ride, dropped, stretched, pushed rake, completely bobbed, all flat black, pipes will go under (hardened in the future) swingarm, one pointing to the left and the other the right, only 2 inches out from the frame and pointing up slightly and standard old school touches -- tank, spoked, apes, etc. The idea is to look like an old hardcore Harley hard bob with only a 90 degree motor sitting there flippin' off the yuppie riders.
Other news: "Crazy" good weekend. No Meet the Parents problems. Things may even have gotten better, if I may be so bold...
The only awkward moment came when the mom took off, the girl hopped in the shower and I agreed to watch the kid who, seconds after everyone parted, asked me if I wanted to play Doctor.
Uh.... what?!
Turns out it's a toyset, but I was terrified of the future conversation... "Mommy, mommy...! me and Mayowock played this game called doctor!!"
Shiver!
Great people
Great time.
Great life.
Great mmmm.
|
|She's great.
Auggie was so well behaved!!!
The kid kept looking at me. I must have a big head.
Buuurp
Cuteness
Super smart idea! I was jealous.
Auggie looking super modelish
"Hey, Mayowock!!! Don't you wanna picture to remember me by?"
I guess I need to remember her, too...
Fucking adorable
Queen of funny faces
Now I think I need to reformat my computer. This is going to suck....
**EDIT**
"Creed's sound is my sound," Stapp says, lounging on a sofa backstage before an appearance on "The Tonight Show." "I think my record is going to speak for itself to the Creed fans. I think it's going to be like when Sting left The Police."
Like when Sting left The Police? Am I wrong: Didn't Creed suck some ROYAL fucking dick? Will a renaming, a ripped-off sound (even if it was "his") and claiming similarity to Sting/Police change that? Oh my god I hate Creedapp sooooooo much!!!
============================================
I am an ex-smoker.
It was around this time 2 years ago when I finally weaned myself from cigars -- my method of quitting. I started to quit about 3 years ago and, considering the life situations and the fact that I went from 3 packs a day to none overnight, did a great job. I battled a horrible break-up, a horrible move to St. Fucking Louis (my most hated city), a horrible time in the career -- finally ran out of money and had to give up on the merger -- a sometimes horrible "depression" that came with that and a swelling of some 50 lbs...for about six months before I said, "fuck it... what's the point now?"
I started to revitalize the career in the fall when I started working freelance back in Chicago. Life seemed to be back on track. I decided to quit again. This time, I used cigars instead of the gum. This worked; I would buy a mixture of good and okay cigars and would allow myself to smoke as much as I felt I needed and would decide a weekly cut-down schedule after a few weeks. I would test my cravings but not too far. The most important part (considering I believe I about died because of my lungs) was to not inhale. Going from 3 packs of full flavored menthol a day to 3-4 cigars a day seemed miniscule.
I fucked with my subconscious by sleeping in whatever clothes I was wearing and not brushing my teeth at night, leaving me with this awful stench and foul taste in my mouth in the morning. Gross, I know... But remember, it worked. Eventually I would stop buying the nice cigars and started limiting the daily cigars from 3 to 2 to 1 to halves and so on..
Then I took a meeting with Leo Burnett/Marlboro around Dec 9th (if memory serves). I've been fairly independent throughout my career, but I've always set goals along the way. Meet Carlos Segura in a for-hire environment. Check. Make a ton of money. Check. Die in NYC as a well-known and respected exec/cd...in progress. Have an apple and work on the infamous smoking floors of Leo Burnett....meeting confirmed.
Sadly, the timing couldn't have been worse. I walked out of the elevator of the 29th (??right??) floor with what I considered my last cigar in my pocket. The irony revealed itself over the 7 hour interview process and I ultimately decided I couldn't promote smoking and went on to stay independent and focused on reforming Lakonic.
A career highlight, as lame as that sounds for some of my agency-savvy associates, sure... but still the most memorable moment of that trip involved Chicago, not Burnett. I love this city for all it's worth. Winter moments are my favorite and there's something about the life I feel being downtown in December. The night before the meeting, I met up with buddy and former intern/co-worker Currey as Govnors for some brews (and a cigar). We were both set for interview meetings in the morning: me, Burnett, him BBDO. We laughed about this and so on and so forth.
The next morning I left my HOB suite in my double breasted nonsense with a bullshit cashmere scarf and jacket smoking my next to last cigar and feeling all frou frou again, portfolio in hand and head held high; snow started to fall as I hopped onto the sidewalk and things just feel so right. Waiting to cross Wacker, I see Currey on the other side of the street. We laugh when we see each other and begin to walk as the light changes. It's snowing, he's smoking a cigarette, I'm smoking my cigar and we're crossing Wacker at the same time to two potentially life-altering, big agency meetings. We shake hands on the median and wish each other luck going to Leo Burnett and BBDO respectively. Wow.
Talk about an ad man's ultimate optimistic scenario.
I ended up dropping the cigar as I turned around and literally kicked it to the curb. This didn't say much to me at the time, but it says so much now. I would stop smoking right after the meetings and decide a non-smoker in a Marlboro environment was a bad idea.
But that trip seems to have worked out: Currey now works for me at Lakonic. Isn't it funny how things evolve?
Anyway, I just thought about the non-smoking thing last night and thought I could officially stamp myself as a confident and never changing ex-smoker. Considering the turmoil and stress Ive been subjected to that hasnt made me start again and my general distaste (thank you subconscious) for any smoke smelling environment, I think its a very safe observation.
In other news: I had another great week and weekend (which seems to be the theme all of a sudden) with the girl and you, you, you, a couple peeps I dont know the SG name for and a few others that dont need to see boobies to live their lives but are still cool. This next weekend looks like it should be an interesting one, too Please wish that I dont have a Greg Focker episode okay? Were bringing the dog, so I think Im more worried about a dog incident than a cat The weekend after that Ill be healing from my xmas present to myself and hopefully finishing the shopping extravaganza. The weekend after that should be a ho ho ho-rrific (in a good way) time and days later may lead into a Pam Focker episode you can hope for that if you like!!
Did you really read this whole thing? Evidently this is what i do while listening to Lagwagon and eating some crazy chicken and ranch dressing pizza contraption...
Merry Christmas or weird Jewish days to you.
"Creed's sound is my sound," Stapp says, lounging on a sofa backstage before an appearance on "The Tonight Show." "I think my record is going to speak for itself to the Creed fans. I think it's going to be like when Sting left The Police."
Like when Sting left The Police? Am I wrong: Didn't Creed suck some ROYAL fucking dick? Will a renaming, a ripped-off sound (even if it was "his") and claiming similarity to Sting/Police change that? Oh my god I hate Creedapp sooooooo much!!!
============================================
I am an ex-smoker.
It was around this time 2 years ago when I finally weaned myself from cigars -- my method of quitting. I started to quit about 3 years ago and, considering the life situations and the fact that I went from 3 packs a day to none overnight, did a great job. I battled a horrible break-up, a horrible move to St. Fucking Louis (my most hated city), a horrible time in the career -- finally ran out of money and had to give up on the merger -- a sometimes horrible "depression" that came with that and a swelling of some 50 lbs...for about six months before I said, "fuck it... what's the point now?"
I started to revitalize the career in the fall when I started working freelance back in Chicago. Life seemed to be back on track. I decided to quit again. This time, I used cigars instead of the gum. This worked; I would buy a mixture of good and okay cigars and would allow myself to smoke as much as I felt I needed and would decide a weekly cut-down schedule after a few weeks. I would test my cravings but not too far. The most important part (considering I believe I about died because of my lungs) was to not inhale. Going from 3 packs of full flavored menthol a day to 3-4 cigars a day seemed miniscule.
I fucked with my subconscious by sleeping in whatever clothes I was wearing and not brushing my teeth at night, leaving me with this awful stench and foul taste in my mouth in the morning. Gross, I know... But remember, it worked. Eventually I would stop buying the nice cigars and started limiting the daily cigars from 3 to 2 to 1 to halves and so on..
Then I took a meeting with Leo Burnett/Marlboro around Dec 9th (if memory serves). I've been fairly independent throughout my career, but I've always set goals along the way. Meet Carlos Segura in a for-hire environment. Check. Make a ton of money. Check. Die in NYC as a well-known and respected exec/cd...in progress. Have an apple and work on the infamous smoking floors of Leo Burnett....meeting confirmed.
Sadly, the timing couldn't have been worse. I walked out of the elevator of the 29th (??right??) floor with what I considered my last cigar in my pocket. The irony revealed itself over the 7 hour interview process and I ultimately decided I couldn't promote smoking and went on to stay independent and focused on reforming Lakonic.
A career highlight, as lame as that sounds for some of my agency-savvy associates, sure... but still the most memorable moment of that trip involved Chicago, not Burnett. I love this city for all it's worth. Winter moments are my favorite and there's something about the life I feel being downtown in December. The night before the meeting, I met up with buddy and former intern/co-worker Currey as Govnors for some brews (and a cigar). We were both set for interview meetings in the morning: me, Burnett, him BBDO. We laughed about this and so on and so forth.
The next morning I left my HOB suite in my double breasted nonsense with a bullshit cashmere scarf and jacket smoking my next to last cigar and feeling all frou frou again, portfolio in hand and head held high; snow started to fall as I hopped onto the sidewalk and things just feel so right. Waiting to cross Wacker, I see Currey on the other side of the street. We laugh when we see each other and begin to walk as the light changes. It's snowing, he's smoking a cigarette, I'm smoking my cigar and we're crossing Wacker at the same time to two potentially life-altering, big agency meetings. We shake hands on the median and wish each other luck going to Leo Burnett and BBDO respectively. Wow.
Talk about an ad man's ultimate optimistic scenario.
I ended up dropping the cigar as I turned around and literally kicked it to the curb. This didn't say much to me at the time, but it says so much now. I would stop smoking right after the meetings and decide a non-smoker in a Marlboro environment was a bad idea.
But that trip seems to have worked out: Currey now works for me at Lakonic. Isn't it funny how things evolve?
Anyway, I just thought about the non-smoking thing last night and thought I could officially stamp myself as a confident and never changing ex-smoker. Considering the turmoil and stress Ive been subjected to that hasnt made me start again and my general distaste (thank you subconscious) for any smoke smelling environment, I think its a very safe observation.
In other news: I had another great week and weekend (which seems to be the theme all of a sudden) with the girl and you, you, you, a couple peeps I dont know the SG name for and a few others that dont need to see boobies to live their lives but are still cool. This next weekend looks like it should be an interesting one, too Please wish that I dont have a Greg Focker episode okay? Were bringing the dog, so I think Im more worried about a dog incident than a cat The weekend after that Ill be healing from my xmas present to myself and hopefully finishing the shopping extravaganza. The weekend after that should be a ho ho ho-rrific (in a good way) time and days later may lead into a Pam Focker episode you can hope for that if you like!!
Did you really read this whole thing? Evidently this is what i do while listening to Lagwagon and eating some crazy chicken and ranch dressing pizza contraption...
Merry Christmas or weird Jewish days to you.
I like living life in a candy wrapper. sure, sitting on a shelf for a long time was no fun. And, at times, it may be hard to breathe and...well...may be wasted or harden up if unused, but I think it's worth it; there's something about letting someone open you up and giving them something to enjoy.
life is sweet.
life is sweet.
I didn't really "steal" anything, but I "copied" this from itburns... (I'm an mp3 "collector" -- terms are very tricky...)
1. What is the middle name of the first person you ever slept with or had sex with?
I don't remember, but my friends used to add "gook" to her full name... J... "gook" B.... Ah, southern illinois. actually, wait no... that's the "I admit to" first time, as detailed in my bio thingy. i still don't remember her midle name, but it was my deadbeat dad's (now) wife's daughter. divorced parents rule -- easy access to new and available chicks!
2. What kind of underwear are you wearing and what color?
I still have pants on. I don't really know. I'd assume some holey cotton-based boxer briefs of some sort.
3. What is the song you want played at your funeral?
I don't want a funeral. I died. I want to rot. Don't keep me from doing what i want to do, fuckers.
4. What would your last meal be before getting executed?
After today? Ostrich fillet. Oh my god.
5. Beatles or Stones?
Beatles
6. If you HAD to pick one person on earth who should die, who would it be?
Jeb Bush. Get rid of a lot of bad eggs this way and George would probably have killed himself after losing or somethign... It all works out this way.
7. The person whose problems you would never want to hear again?
I either don't give a shit about ANYTHING someone says and don't listen to anything, or I want to hear it all. well, within reason. i have to talk sometime too!
8. What is the thing most important to you (physical) about the preferred sex?
Eyes, soul.
9. Do you secretly hate some of your friends but are too nice to reject them?
Hah. I don't have a problem speaking my mind. I have a problem NOT speaking my mind.
10. If you could have any super power what would it be?
The ability to heal (my Ma and JamieT).
11. Favorite hangover cure?
Pedialite or OJ + aloe vera goo.
12. How many drinks does it take to get you drunk?
Far too many. I have been semi-phased by 20 strong double vodka gimlets, sober after a 30 pack of PBR and throwing up after a 6-er and a couple shots of Jameson.
13. Favorite Song Lyric?
I know everybody here wants you
I know everybody here thinks he needs you
Ill be waiting right here just to show you
How our love will blow it all away
It's just so simple, practical, optimistic, stupid and revealing.
14. Hair color you most like someone you're dating to have?
If you look above: brunette, only because I despise stupid blondes (and there aren't many on SG). Truth be told (and not for the protection of the obvious), I'm more comfortable and "goal-oriented" 'round them cute, non-psycho blondes.
15. If you had to be blind or deaf?
I own iamblind.com, so that would be a sick irony. My job is design, my passion is music. it's a hard choice but I have very little options outside of my job. but i'd rather see the world for what it really is -- something I don't think you can do with eyes.
16. Do you have any psychiatric problems?
I have problems with psychiatrists.
17. Siblings that should go to rehab?
I think she's doing that now (it's called having a baby...)
18. Least favorite month?
August. It's too fucking hot and I have to remember chris dying.
19. First movie you can remember seeing as a kid?
Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer -- Ives is from a town 5 miles from my hometown. So was Rock Hudson, but my family don't talk much 'bout him... (shhh...because he's "gay"... shhh)
20. Favorite person in the whole world?
nelson mandela because I like saying his name.
21. When's the last time you went on a date?
5 hours ago.
22. Do you like violent movies or dirty movies?
Violent movies usually suck. Dirty movies usually have people sucking.
23. Fall or spring?
Fall
24. Person you most wish you hadn't made out with?
My cousin. Come on... I was in the 3rd grade or something. She was a 4th cousin by marriage and I didn't find out until AFTER it happened.
25. If you are straight, what person of the same sex would you do it with?
ghengis khan
26. Where do you want to live when you are old and brittle?
ocean-based, old-style, small-town Greece
27. Who is the person or persons you can count on the most?
anyone I pay more regularly than not.
28. If you could date any celebrity past or present, time and age who would it be?
Lori Petty
29. What books have you pretended you've read?
I don't even try to pretend.
30. What's a word you would use to describe your life?
Clear
31. Favorite drinking game?
the one where the alcohol goes in my mouth, down my tubing and into my gut and doesn't end in gas.
32. What did you dream last night?
I didn't really sleep much. I thought about *someone* while trying to though...
1. What is the middle name of the first person you ever slept with or had sex with?
I don't remember, but my friends used to add "gook" to her full name... J... "gook" B.... Ah, southern illinois. actually, wait no... that's the "I admit to" first time, as detailed in my bio thingy. i still don't remember her midle name, but it was my deadbeat dad's (now) wife's daughter. divorced parents rule -- easy access to new and available chicks!
2. What kind of underwear are you wearing and what color?
I still have pants on. I don't really know. I'd assume some holey cotton-based boxer briefs of some sort.
3. What is the song you want played at your funeral?
I don't want a funeral. I died. I want to rot. Don't keep me from doing what i want to do, fuckers.
4. What would your last meal be before getting executed?
After today? Ostrich fillet. Oh my god.
5. Beatles or Stones?
Beatles
6. If you HAD to pick one person on earth who should die, who would it be?
Jeb Bush. Get rid of a lot of bad eggs this way and George would probably have killed himself after losing or somethign... It all works out this way.
7. The person whose problems you would never want to hear again?
I either don't give a shit about ANYTHING someone says and don't listen to anything, or I want to hear it all. well, within reason. i have to talk sometime too!
8. What is the thing most important to you (physical) about the preferred sex?
Eyes, soul.
9. Do you secretly hate some of your friends but are too nice to reject them?
Hah. I don't have a problem speaking my mind. I have a problem NOT speaking my mind.
10. If you could have any super power what would it be?
The ability to heal (my Ma and JamieT).
11. Favorite hangover cure?
Pedialite or OJ + aloe vera goo.
12. How many drinks does it take to get you drunk?
Far too many. I have been semi-phased by 20 strong double vodka gimlets, sober after a 30 pack of PBR and throwing up after a 6-er and a couple shots of Jameson.
13. Favorite Song Lyric?
I know everybody here wants you
I know everybody here thinks he needs you
Ill be waiting right here just to show you
How our love will blow it all away
It's just so simple, practical, optimistic, stupid and revealing.
14. Hair color you most like someone you're dating to have?
If you look above: brunette, only because I despise stupid blondes (and there aren't many on SG). Truth be told (and not for the protection of the obvious), I'm more comfortable and "goal-oriented" 'round them cute, non-psycho blondes.
15. If you had to be blind or deaf?
I own iamblind.com, so that would be a sick irony. My job is design, my passion is music. it's a hard choice but I have very little options outside of my job. but i'd rather see the world for what it really is -- something I don't think you can do with eyes.
16. Do you have any psychiatric problems?
I have problems with psychiatrists.
17. Siblings that should go to rehab?
I think she's doing that now (it's called having a baby...)
18. Least favorite month?
August. It's too fucking hot and I have to remember chris dying.
19. First movie you can remember seeing as a kid?
Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer -- Ives is from a town 5 miles from my hometown. So was Rock Hudson, but my family don't talk much 'bout him... (shhh...because he's "gay"... shhh)
20. Favorite person in the whole world?
nelson mandela because I like saying his name.
21. When's the last time you went on a date?
5 hours ago.
22. Do you like violent movies or dirty movies?
Violent movies usually suck. Dirty movies usually have people sucking.
23. Fall or spring?
Fall
24. Person you most wish you hadn't made out with?
My cousin. Come on... I was in the 3rd grade or something. She was a 4th cousin by marriage and I didn't find out until AFTER it happened.
25. If you are straight, what person of the same sex would you do it with?
ghengis khan
26. Where do you want to live when you are old and brittle?
ocean-based, old-style, small-town Greece
27. Who is the person or persons you can count on the most?
anyone I pay more regularly than not.
28. If you could date any celebrity past or present, time and age who would it be?
Lori Petty
29. What books have you pretended you've read?
I don't even try to pretend.
30. What's a word you would use to describe your life?
Clear
31. Favorite drinking game?
the one where the alcohol goes in my mouth, down my tubing and into my gut and doesn't end in gas.
32. What did you dream last night?
I didn't really sleep much. I thought about *someone* while trying to though...
I had an AWESOME weekend.
Walnut Room and a walk down Michigan in snow with the lights (wow, my absolute favorite thing) , rolls and cottage cheese, Johnny Cash (Phoenix NAILS it, wow!), epiphany-driven blueprints, and plenty of perfectly wasted time with my bitches
Also, I wrote a template for Picasa the other day for my in-development personal site at Subculture Vanity that I still need to finish, but I tweaked a couple settings to make a SG-friendly album. Download photos, pick the template, upload, link in update or link to site and voila. I'll finish it up and have it for download if ya'll are interested. (Patrick, this will be good for you re: site [finish that sketch!!!] once we get there...)
Yada, yada...
Pssst... Thank you.
Walnut Room and a walk down Michigan in snow with the lights (wow, my absolute favorite thing) , rolls and cottage cheese, Johnny Cash (Phoenix NAILS it, wow!), epiphany-driven blueprints, and plenty of perfectly wasted time with my bitches
Also, I wrote a template for Picasa the other day for my in-development personal site at Subculture Vanity that I still need to finish, but I tweaked a couple settings to make a SG-friendly album. Download photos, pick the template, upload, link in update or link to site and voila. I'll finish it up and have it for download if ya'll are interested. (Patrick, this will be good for you re: site [finish that sketch!!!] once we get there...)
Yada, yada...
Pssst... Thank you.
