xmas is so lame here. Every year my mom will preface her statement by explaining that she's not born in North America and therefore not good at buying presents (wtf #1) and then says something lame like "we raised you and paid for your shelter/food for the last 18 years that's good enough right? (wtf #2). Same shit happens for my birthday too (wtf #3), which tilts me a little because I never get anything for putting up with the shit she gives me (not physical shit, shit like yelling at me and whatever). I won't lie, I get a little jealous this year because I always see all these awesome presents everyone else gets and how thoughtful their gifts are and how thoughtful they are when buying gifts. It makes me a little sad, to be honest.
It's still not Christmas here. But it's not like any other day at my house, so whatever.
I like having blogs with more content, but I just can't pull myself to it today. As many have pointed out, Christmas is most definitely not about the presents, but the whole atmosphere of being together and happy makes be sad, because it's not the case at my house.
Upon further reflection, maybe it's because my father won't be here this Christmas. He's currently en route to Malaysia to see my sick grandmother. She is diabetic and anemic, and most recently she was diagnosed with cancer. I don't get along with my mother very well, and dealing with post-wisdom teeth has been hell for the last week or so. (She's the only one in the house apart from me.)
My sister and her boyfriend will be here in about 12 hours, so that's an upside. I haven't seen them in months, although we all live away from home in the same city.
Anyway, don't let me get you down, have a very merry Christmas!
The quality, sound, video editing, is really bad. I know. The harmonies were made up on the fly, which made things awful. But I'm posting because I need feedback. Anyone know a program that will let me do this a lot better than WMM? WMM effs up because it can only have two videos overlaid, and only two audios. And that makes things shit with 4 parts.
Don't comment on the singing. I know it's terrible. And turn your speakers (DOWN)edit. Soooo many excuses. Again, this is more about me finding out what video editing software would be good. And I'm getting a headset in the future to go with the cam. Mike
I'm giving out new copies of my CD that I promised months ago. Check your pm's to see if you got one from me. Congrats to gg_hertzz and Falcynn for winning my competition from a bit back. It was to guess a bunch of personal stats about me. Falcynn: + Show Spoiler +
1. Favourite colour? Blue rhymes with moo so I'll go with that.
2. What instrument(s) do I play? (3 instruments) Piano, Guitar, and voice? (if that last one doesn't count then I'll go with bass guitar)
3. Height? 6'0 ?
4. Weight? 150 lbs ? (68 kg)
5. Marital status? single?
6. What board game am I nationally rated in? chess?
7. Favourite high school subject? (Yeah I'm in university.) music?
8. Vocal range? (High Tenor, Tenor, Baritone, Bass I, Bass II) I dunno much about ranges, but I'm just going to guess you're a tenor since you sound slightly higher than my friend who claims to be a baritone.
1. Favourite colour? blue? 2. What instrument(s) do I play? (3 instruments) keyboard 3. Height? 5'9" 4. Weight?138 lbs 5. Marital status? single 6. What board game am I nationally rated in? chess 7. Favourite high school subject? (Yeah I'm in university.) art 8. Vocal range? (High Tenor, Tenor, Baritone, Bass I, Bass II) high tenor 9. What am I majoring in? computer science 10. Pick a number between 1 and 100. 17
I'm also debating sending hard copies to people.
This blog will be bumped around every 2-3 days until I turn 18.
Good luck guessing!
Answers: Blue. Piano Voice Drums (Guitar, not as much though.) 5'8" 135lb give or take Single Scrabble Musical Theatre BASS FREAKING TWO. WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK I'M A TENOR? Engineering Physics.
So I've got a few more PM's to send, shoutout to OvertheUnder for reminding me. And I'll be recording another singing thing once my roommates are out of the house (singing about starcraft... just kinda awkward with them there). I'm also trying to do this cool multitrack thing where I sing 5 parts of a song I've arranged. No doubt it will be very cool.
If I promised you a CD and haven't PM'ed you, PM me! And, as always, write me some material to work with! For those who don't know what I'm talking about, search "Write me a poem" and check my thread out (evan's thread too while you're at it).
I've got some studying to do, but hopefully I'll be able to get some fun musical TL stuff out within the week.
The beds are made, the welcoming party is prepared, and my mind is empty- ready to be demolished by a wave of information and foreign professors.
The room is moderately clean, with the out-of-tune acoustic guitar leaning against the wall. The piano is socketed, in favour of the television that gives me tat unforgiving look.
Both fans are on. It's way too freaking hot in here.
Above the working desk, a poster brightens the atmosphere. "Birds are Weird", it proclaims.
The Pac-man plushes sit on the couch, with an ever silent "wakawakawakawakawakawaka". The Tetromino fridge magnets hold my bills, receipts, and notes.
The poker table, 4 foot by 8, sits lonely against the wall opposite the TV. It won't be seeing much use this year. 14 courses. Hooray!
A continually growing pile of iced tea and coke cans stand by the fridge. It's actually pretty gross.
My roommate Raymond sits beside me. He's playing Runescape. Old habits die hard.
The kitchen is clean, and the living room is vacuumed and swept.
Less than 22 hours until school starts.
Videos and pictures to come. I'm going to start doing songs again.
Before I start, I'd like to mention that yeah my 3rd CD is done, and I'll be sending out copies to whoever won my previous contests by the end of September. Sorry, but I'm really busy.
I'll also mention that I accept PayPal if anybody else wants one (mods are free to delete this shameless plug).
Anyway. This is entitled "bigger or better". Why? It's a game that I play with my friends. In fact, it's the game that inspired this: http://oneredpaperclip.blogspot.com/
In gameplay, teams go out for a predetermined amount of time (usually around 2 hours for us) and solicit doors with one purpose: trading various items to them. We start with a paperclip or toothpick, and run a script similar to this:
"Hi, we're playing a game called Bigger or Better. I was wondering if you had anything bigger or better than this [item] to trade me. There's a group headed the other way, and we'd like to annihilate them (that's a personal touch).
Most people will give you something better, just refuse "bigger" items like cardboard boxes, etc. It's really all about value.
With that backstory, this is what my rant is about.
FUCK big items.
We played last week on Sunday and for the 2nd time in my soliciting career, we got a couch.
Fuck.
That thing was a bitch to move last time, even though I got good mileage out of it when I moved out. Still using that TV, too. And the coffee table, and the painting... As you might guess, after 2 hours of work you get plenty of nifty things.
But fuck couches.
One time we got this massive computer desk. That's fine. My friend is using it right now. It's better than the damn gardening urn we traded for it.
So back to this couch. Here we are, at 20St. and 24Ave. NW, wondering how the hell we're going to move this thing. The closest person that can store the couch lives 15 minutes by car, and we don't have anything like that to transport it. All we have access to is one dolly. Fuuuuuck my life.
Being the only person that can drive, I took the loveseat to a friend's house... hope he doesn't mind lol. The guy who needs the couch is moving in tomorrow, so it's been in the guy's backyard for days (don't worry, he's on vacay right now). Oh yeah. That's right. Forgot to mention we got a loveseat. Ha. But that's fine, because IT FIT IN MY CAR.
So as I'm transporting this over, the other three guys are moving this damn couch down the avenue. Destination? Around 1st and 12Av. Shit son. And it's one of the really hilly parts of Calgary, too. Then.
It rains. and it hails. Fuuuuuuuuckkkkk....
Turns out the only way to push the dolly properly is to have one person sitting on the side of the couch. Otherwise the weight throws it off.
So we're going down a busy road (14St NW for those calgarians) with this damn couch that veers all over the place. Great. But we need to get this thing SOMEWHERE now we're halfway, right?
So we finally push the damn thing uphill, so it should all be smooth sailing from here, as long as we're careful. We're not dripping wet, but we're kind of cold at this point.
And when we reach the hill... an angel appears. And thus he spoke out of his U-haul truck. "Need a lift?" FUCK YES. "Anything for a free couch, eh? Hop in."
We're playing this Saturday for those in Calgary who are interested. Just shoot me a PM.
And anybody who hasn't played this before, I suggest you try it out. It can be uncomfortable at first, but it's a hell of a time. In fact, if anybody plays, blog it, post a pic of what you got, and PM me. "Best" item gets a free CD, k?
And for those who are wondering...
Toothpick Pencil Candles Mexican mask souvenir thing Carving Set Couch
(and lots of freebies on the way. Most people don't want your shit.)
And last time it was
Toothpick Pen Small sled Two fire extinguishers TV + Couch.
Saturday's game will have a blog fully loaded with pics.
Okay, so anybody who received a free e-copy of my last CD will get this one as well (once the cover art etc. is finished).
The reason I'm posting right now is because we just finished recording and I'm feeling generous.
The first two people that reply to this blog post will receive a free e-copy of my group (Audible Comfort Food)'s newest CD, Rhapsody a la mode.
Your post must include the phrase, "I want a free CD please".
In addition, I will have a competition for three more freebies.
From what you know of me, I want you to answer the following questions, top three (judging will be very arbitrary) will get free CDs.
1. Favourite colour? 2. What instrument(s) do I play? (3 instruments) 3. Height? 4. Weight? 5. Marital status? 6. What board game am I nationally rated in? 7. Favourite high school subject? (Yeah I'm in university.) 8. Vocal range? (High Tenor, Tenor, Baritone, Bass I, Bass II) 9. What am I majoring in? 10. Pick a number between 1 and 100.
I'm also debating sending hard copies to people.
This blog will be bumped around every 2-3 days until I turn 18.
Since blogs don't count as posts (someone better not have changed that), I can advertise here without "wasting" my 4000th. I need some inspiration, so start writing poems for me to sing. NOW. You can go to my next most recent blog if you have no idea what I'm talking about.
Nothing new really. Mom being a big biatch and I have like 3 jobs on the go.
Just write me some material dammit.
Recording with my group in 3 weeks. Everyone who got my last CD gets a freebie on this one. Anyone else who wants one can PM me.
It's 5 fucking AM, I am in the dark again. It's almost 6 AM, and I don't know where to begin. I make shitty lyrics, I can't get things done. I can't forgive my dad, for fucking my bum.
I hate everything, but alas I have Starcraft. I have Mikey too, and Raithed to make fun to, But why why why, Do I make such complicated lyrics? Oh I know why, I'm a fucking alcoholic.
I beg Raithed for beer, I beg my mom for sex. I try to forget what had happened next.
I find myself on the table, My legs spread and my hole gaped. DO I HAVE TO DO THIS FOR BEER TO GET BUTT RAPED?
An ideaaaaaaaa! Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh. I will project-my-awkward-feelings ...Into a poem About Raitheddddddddd. Because on my own. I am GAYYYYYYYYYYY
I gazed upon the sun, meditating, as I run. "Art thou possessable? Art thou real? Doth man have thee, doth this be what you feel?" Feeling empty and accursed, yet exploding with joyous burst.
Choices hath been made, I got a second chance. our bloodthirst, brethren, preceptible at first glance. Thou lie behind me, choices so hard, what doth I do, life left me scarred.
Battlecries, soaring through the sky, fight fight, emotions so high.
Now, brothers, let me join thy combat! Listen, ho! Defend thy homeworld, to fear say: NO!
We are one, united we stand, Tassadar, I follow thy command.
It's cute, it's sweet, You keep mentioning my dad's meat. It's obvious that you're fixated, From the time you were pentrated, By the cold hard dildo of real life. Now you take it daily from a sharpened knife.
You can't even rhyme, but it's okay that you failed. It's not too late to save face, if right now you bailed From this battle of wits, aka my domination. If you continue you'll again feel castration At the hands of my never-ending verbiage You can't understand it, your mind is garbage.
So I will end this poem now with these words, I simplified them, these are your rewards. For your attempts at ownage, I empathize. This verse, you can call it a reprise, I feel sorry for you, that you still message me for help, You are pathetic - you are a sad little whelp.
--- Note: As I was writing this, Raithed asked me for physics help LOL.
I get it, I'm bad at math, You don't have to shove it in my ass. It's fine, it's okay. I can deal with this on a good day. You say that my poems don't rhyme, Fine, but at least I know how to spell "penetrated," all the time. Leave me alone about my math, At least I don't get fucked by the shaft,
You make yourself look more of a douchebag, When you slur up random words, Just fucking give up, you're dull; Save yourself some pride and raise the white flag. This is nonsense, How I'm going to own you, But that's okay, you're raised on cents.
Oh Fanatacist, my little Russian friend, DEFEND, DEFEND, DEFEND, This is your end.
Let's play some Brood War, Winner take all, *But wait. I forgot. You're poor. *Fuck it all. *Your dick. *It's small. *Your mind. *It stalls.
Why the fuck am I writing this poem and talking to you on AIM at all?
divinek: (on further reflection it's probably "divine kay" and not dih-vih-neck)
