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fuck this

2007-01-17T00:55:00.000-05:00

After all this fucking time (I've been trying to post for weeks), blogger decided to fix their issue with vdeck ftp servers and I can finally post again. Unfortunately, I already started a new blog using wordpress instead of holding out for the new blogger to come through for me. So you (if you so desire) get to update your blogroll to point to my new location:

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The good news is now I don't have to figure out how to mess with my rss feed so all of you get this. Fuck man, I'm getting too old for this shit Riggs.

It's official

2007-01-09T21:59:00.000-05:00

Are you a f---ing hipster? Your Result: You're not a hipster at all. Actually, you're pretty cool. You probably do cool things like think for yourself and dance at shows. I bet you have a gorgeous smile. Let's hang out sometime.
You're not a hipster.
You're a hipster wannabe.
You're a f---ing hipster.
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wrap it up b

2006-12-29T00:48:00.000-05:00

It's the end of the year, a lot of shit has happened and I don't get to talk to everyone nearly enough. So it's time for me to start making some best and worst of lists. We'll start with the worst (of course).

Worst shows I went to in 2006 (in no particular order)

120 Days - @ Sin-E, CMJ 11/2/06 - (ref) - These guys force the ultimate question: can you still like a band when you think the members are a bunch of douches? No matter what the answer to that question is, there is no doubt that their show totally blew, but I have a thing for bands that rip of the Revenge of the Nerds Lamda Lamda Lamda carnival performance song. No one rocks it like goose.

TV on the Radio - ACL, 9/16/06 - I'm not sure what happened to my ACL post, but fuck did these guys suck. Easily the most disappointing show I saw this year, simply because I was so excited about seeing them. Their album is fantastic, but jesus they sounded horrible live at ACL.

Ween - ACL, 9/17/06 - I didn't have high hopes for Ween, but they still managed to disappoint.

The Shins - Stubb's, 9/15/06 - I should probably cut the Shins a break because I was absolutely exhausted by the time I got to their night show. Something about drinking in the hot sun all day that will take the life out of you. Who knew?

Siren Music Festival - Village Voice event at Coney Island - some music blogger stated that people should prepare themselves for the torture that is Siren Music Festival and damn if he wasn't right. The festival was terrible. The setup was bad, the sound was horrible, the weather didn't cooperate. The good part is that the lineup is awesome and it's free. I think that's how so many people get suckered into going every year. I don't plan on making that mistake again. And I'm a sucker for free. It was that bad.

Now someone will likely remind me that I blabbered on about a show (not on this list) that totally sucked. Don't get me wrong, I hate most everything, but these are the standouts. Exceptionally bad. Yeah.

Edit: I completely forgot to mention another CMJ show that totally blew:

Gang Gang Dance - @ Webster Hall, CMJ 11/2/2006 - My head is starting to hurt just thinking about that girl and the fucking delay on her vocals. Painful. Like the background music in a B horror movie. Played backwards. Sung by Wing. Ouch.

The most wonderful time of the year

2006-12-11T22:25:00.000-05:00

I just read this article over at CNN. For those of you that are too lazy to follow the link, here's the highlights:

Many radio stations go all-Christmas music after Thanksgiving

Ratings go up, choice is welcomed by listeners

If there's one thing I hate about Christmas, it's the music. Seriously, I would rather spend a month in awkward family situations than listen to Christmas music. And it makes me sick to my stomach that ratings actually go up when radio stations change to an all-Christmas music format. Are you fucking kidding me?

This has to be a goddamn joke. People really want to hear Christmas music? I just assumed that the department stores here used it to keep homeless people away. Apparently it has two benefits. The editor of some radio trade publication (owned by Clear Channel, of course) said, "Christmas music, for most people, puts a smile on your face. Even if you resist for a while, you can't hold out forever." I think it's more likely that people just give in. Even Manuel Noriega could only take so much Def Leppard before he started growing out his hair.

But you already knew all of this. The real disturbing news was this: "...the earliest station made the switch in October before trick or treaters made the rounds." This is completely out of control. We can't let Christmas invade the best holiday of the year. So do your part. Stop shopping at stores with Christmas music. Smack your parents around until they understand how stupid Christmas music is. And if you have to, kill some people to make your point. I'll do my part by forgoing Christmas altogether.

In non-Christmas music related news, check out Kat's post on the Blip Music Festival that I mentioned before. She pretty much said everything that I thought about the show, with the exception of mentioning that we got kick-ass buttons from The Onion columnists including, Jim Anchower, Smoove B, and Jean Teasdale. I'm a sucker for free stuff.

CMJ - never again

2006-11-25T12:59:00.000-05:00

Tuesday:

I decided to work all day rather than taking vacation because I wanted to save some vacation days for Xmas. Kat and I decided to get our badges and such during lunch to avoid any lines (which was probably a good idea because the process wasn't exactly fast, even with no line). Our first event was the Borat movie, which we waited in line for nearly two hours (well, really Kat waited in line for two hours and I showed up after I got out of work) only to find that the place was totally booked and we weren't getting in. Not a good start to the festival.

After giving up on Borat, we decided to head down to the Knitting Factory to catch the Trucks. Tuesday was a light day and the Trucks was the only show I was really interested in seeing. For those of you unfamiliar with the Knitting Factory, it is pretty much in the middle of fucking nowhere and a pain in the ass to get to because there are no subways that go directly there from the East Village/Lower East Side. To its credit though, there are three stages at the Knitting Factory so it was easy to make the decision to stay down there since there were no other shows that looked good and Voyager One was going to be playing later in the night. I had never heard of Voyager One before, but earlier in the day, they played an instudio on KEXP which was fantastic. We lounged around the Knitting Factory Old Office, waiting for the Trucks to play and after Voyager One ended called it a night, since I planned on working halfdays on Wednesday and Thursday to save another precious day of vacation.

Tuesday Scoreboard

Borat Movie - I still haven't seen it, and most everyone I would see it with already has. I'm going to be that loser that never sees the movie that everyone references. Awesome.

The Boy Bathing - First off, this is a terrible band name. Telling someone you're going to watch "The Boy Bathing" is like asking Benson and Stabler to show up to your office and arrest you in front of all of your co-workers. On top of that, they are a little too Bright Eyes for my taste.
Rating: I'd skip them if they were opening for a band I really wanted to see.

The Trucks - First off, I love this band name. They're billed as "Electro-pop" but I'd throw some of the riot grrl genre in there too. Their show was great - funny, danceable, entertaining. The only issue I had was that they tried to make the sound as bad as possible by requesting more volume from the sound engineer when they didn't need it. This would be a continuing trend at the festival. It seems that the sound engineers working these things will just do whatever the bands ask for, whether or not it makes for the best sound. Apparently bands generally do not make good sound engineers.
Rating: I'd buy tickets to see them again.

The Sad Little Stars - We only caught about half of their set because I wanted to go upstairs and catch part of the Voyager One set. I can't remember that much about them, but I remember thinking they were pretty good and it took a little doing for me to make the call that I should get up and go watch Voyager One.
Rating: I'd show up early if they were opening for a band I wanted to see, or I might go see them if it was a slow night and I really wanted to go see some music.

Voyager One - I liked the songs of theirs I heard as I expected. Unfortunately we missed half of their set because we were comfortable in our seats watching The Sad Little Stars.
Rating: I'd buy tickets to see them again.

Wednesday:

Wednesday was a bit more complicated because I worked a half day, but I wanted to see the Vice Guide to Travel at noon, so I had to split up my day and work two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon. That will always make your day feel strange. After getting out of the Vice movie, we stopped by the expo floor booths to pick up some free swag. We met the guys from Reverb Nation who were nice and I'm anxious to see if their website takes off. It's like a combination of a bunch of other music/networking sites (think last.fm, myspace.com, etc) but is supposed to be much more useful to the bands. The interface looks pretty slick and they gave us free t-shirts, so I have nothing but good things to say about them. We also ran into one of the guys from Pandora which was awesome because I've been a fan of Pandora for some time even if all of my stations seem to recommend Enuff's Z'Nuff. I was giving the guy working the booth a hard time about it for a while before I thought to ask him if he was one of the developers, which he was. He knows I caught on to his plans for world domination which somehow include making me listen to Enuff's Z'Nuff. After getting all the free stuff I headed back to work for the rest of the afternoon before going to the night showcases. But tonight was really just about seeing The Knife. They were playing at 11:30, which meant there was a little time to kill, but I really needed to get there early because there was no way I was going to miss their set. This was their first time to ever play in America and in a number of people's eyes, probably their last. I wasn't going to miss it, which meant I blew off most of the night to stand in line for this show. After the show we tried to get into an afterparty to see 120 Days, but it (of course) was invite only and we were screwed. Instead we went to Happy Ending for an industrial night afterparty, which turned out to be pretty fun. We met some nice people there that we will hopefully be seeing an industrial show with in the near future.

Wednesday Scoreboard

Vice Guide To Travel - Unlike the Borat movie, there was absolutely no line for this. We still showed up half an hour early to find that we could just walk into the theater and pick whatever seats we wanted. I think there were only 50 people in the 250 seat theater. The movie itself was entertaining, though I think the billing in the trailer is misleading because the "big names" that are referenced in this movie don't actually go to the exotic locations, they just talk about it with the Vice reporters that do. I didn't really need them in it anyway.
Rating: I would have paid to see it.

The Whigs - I don't really have much to say about either of the bands I saw before The Knife. I was really distracted stressing about how early I needed to get in line to make it in to see The Knife.
Rating: I'm listening to music on their website right now. New York abstains.

Hello Stranger - Wait, I remember something about this band. Their summary in the book says, "Spanish language threesome combines new wave hooks and dancey beats for a damn good time." They have one song which fits this "Es Tu Vida". You can hear it on their website. The rest of their music is totally bland and not worth putting up with in my opinion.
Rating: I'd show up for the last song of their set if they opened for a band I liked. Or if you want things to be easy, skip them altogether.

The Knife - We waited in line for an hour to see them, just to wait in line for an hour inside for them to go on stage. The show was totally sold out. I mean fucking packed as hell. We were five people from the stage. It was absolutely worth it to me. The show was fucking awesome. Lots of visuals, and just the best songs they have. Prior to the show I only had their third album (first in the US) Silent Shout. This album is amazing. I downloaded one of their previous albums which isn't nearly as good.
Rating: Show up early, get close to the stage and dance your ass off.

Thursday:

I once again worked a half day, which was a little easier this time because there wasn't anything particularly early that I wanted to see. After getting out of work we headed down to the Stereogum - Yep Roc showcase for some free food and free beer. We ate the free food, drank the not so tasty beer, and left before Heavy Trash had finished rockabilly-ing me out of my mind. Thursday was just about seeing Hot Chip so after grabbing some dinner we headed on up to Webster Hall (where we saw The Knife) again to scope out a good spot. After Hot Chip ended, Kat opted to go home and I decided to try to see Forward, Russia!, which was silly because everyone else in the world was already there. The doorman informed me that they weren't letting any more CMJ badges into the show, but they would let me pay $12 to get in. Fuck that. So I went to Sin-E to see 120 Days. Sin-E is another one of those music venues that's kind of out of the way. It's in the Lower East Side, but it's at least a 15 minute walk from the nearest club and is on a desolate street where I think half the NYC crime scenes on TV take place.

Thursday Scoreboard

Heavy Trash - I'm not sure when it happened, but I am really sick of rockabilly.
Rating: Let's just go with no.

Shy Child - Two piece band - drummer and singer/keyboard player. Music was forgettable, on stage presence was lacking. They should really consider getting a couple more members and filling out their sound. And writing better songs. And during the Hot Chip set, the singer was fighting with his girlfriend/wife/spouse/whatever behind us.
Rating: No thanks.

Gang Gang Dance - We had met someone on Wednesday that had great things to say about this band. If I read a review of this show in a magazine I would expect it to start with, "Like a child who overeats halloween candy the lead singer from Gang Gang Dance can't get enough of the delay effect on her vocals. And like that child, my stomach hurts." Seriously, get her the fuck away from that delay pedal. It sounds like shit. She's not using it right at all. Musically they were ok, but not tight at all. There were numerous points where it sounded like they got out of sync with the pre-recorded material they were using. And I have no idea how you can have five (or was it six?) members in your band and still have such a need to have the majority of your music be pre-recorded loops. If you're going to use odd time signatures, you better be able to hit those notes in your sleep.
Rating: You take a guess.

Hot Chip - Hot Chip was great as I expected them to be. I was a bit worn out from The Knife show the previous night, so Kat and I stayed up on the balcony instead of toughing it out with the capacity crowd on the floor. Their set was really good, but they didn't play "The Warning" which disappointed me. The first two bands should have been taking notes during the Hot Chip set. Hot Chip did everything right that those guys did wrong.
Rating: Once again, show up early, get close to the stage and dance your ass off.

Favourite Sons - I'm glad I showed up for the 120 Days set early because it meant I got to see part of this set. Though it drives me crazy when Americans use British spelling, I'll let it go this time because I really liked their set. The music has this kind of doors-y feel to it, but isn't a blatant ripoff attempt. All of their songs were tight, the singer was personable, you really couldn't ask for much more.
Rating: I'd pay to see them again.

120 Days - I have to admit, these guys looked like total douches whenever they started hauling their equipment onto the stage. Everything in the fucking world went wrong while they were setting up too. They didn't have enough space to set up all of their equipment, which mean they only had half of their drumset. Something was going wrong with the drum machine so it kept cutting out. The monitors by the drummer weren't working. The had horrible feedback any time the monitor volumes were adjusted. Fucking horrendous. They started their midnight set 45 minutes late and people were starting to give up on them. They got about halfway through a song before they gave up because it just wasn't working. They only really managed to play two songs, one of which was a Stooges cover (which worked out pretty well). I stuck around for their entire set because I knew I wasn't going to see any other bands that night and for their last song they finally had their equipment working. That song was good, but the rest of the set kind of blew.
Rating: I'm torn because they really do look like a bunch of douches. I'd likely buy a ticket to see them though because I like their music, but I'd curse their douche-baggery the whole time.

Friday:

Friday I was most concerned with seeing the Tenacious D movie. I didn't really have any plans beyond that, so once we finished with the movie, before going to the afterparty I sat down at the computer and made some quick picks. We headed down toe Sin-E, where I had just suffered through the 120 Days non-set the previous night and got free drinks, free bags, and a free Tenacious D poster. After getting a few drinks on an empty stomach, we picked up some food before heading to the Mercury to eventually catch Tokyo Police Club. After Tokyo Police Club I decided to start heading home rather than catching the Albert Hammond Jr. (one of the guys from the Strokes) set, I think I made a good decision, it was too fucking packed in there to stay. So I started making the walk home and stopped by Irving Plaza to see Architecture in Helsinki (well, more to see Irving Plaza since I had never been before). Exhausted from the week, I was home and asleep by 12:45.

Friday Scoreboard

Tenacious D Movie - Hilarious. Go see it.
Rating: Buy tickets, see the movie.

Tenacious D afterparty - Apples in Stereo, Cinematics, Miho Hatori, IV Thieves - Apples in Stereo were overrated. Not so good. Cinematics were alright, I expect to see them blowing up MTV soon enough, Miho Hatori was like a new cibbo matto, which was cool and I don't really remember what IV Thieves were like.

Land of Talk - A lot of people were blown away by Land of Talk. I thought they were just alright. Not spectacular, but not a letdown either.
Rating: I might see them again.

Cloud Cult - they had two artists on stage that painted pictures during the set. The pictures were pretty nice and on sale to the highest bidder after the set. I find the concept interesting and and the paintings were pretty good. The show was really great.
Rating: I would pay to see them again. (though I passed on their Monday post-CMJ show as I was exhausted from the CMJ Marathon)

Tokyo Police Club - These guys fucking rocked. I swear they must have played 20 songs because almost all of their songs are less than 3 minutes (most I believe are under 2). I would have bought their cd.
Rating: I'd pay to see them again.

Architecture in Helsinki - They're like an Australian B-52s. I was tired. I didn't stay.
Rating: Eh, I wouldn't go out of my way to see them.

Saturday:

Saturday was another light day. There were no bands that I was dying to see with the exception of day shows and those were either totally packed or invite only, which is a big fuck-you to anyone who paid $400 for a fucking badge. We tried to get into the Brooklyn Vegan day party, but it was seriously packed. We went up to a club I had never heard of called Lit Lounge to see a band from Austin I had never heard of (they sucked) and then went to see Pablo, met some people there and ended up at some cheesy bar in the financial district. And that's how we closed out CMJ.

Saturday Scoreboard

Pablo - I skipped reviews of the other stuff that we slightly saw because it's not even worth mentioning. But Pablo, fuck yeah they're awesome. And they're the super-nicest guys you'd ever meet. I chatted them up a bit while I was buying their cd and Paul (singer) and Brian (drummer) were really friendly and genuinely nice people. I'm glad I got to see them.
Rating: Buy tickets, go see them.

Wrap up

So why do I say never again? Because the badge doesn't guarantee admittance to anything. You can buy tickets to any of the shows and then not have to suffer the waiting in line and the potential for getting turned away because a show is sold out. And that will cost you much less than the badge.
I will likely go to some of the CMJ shows again, but I'll just buy tickets to the shows that I want to see. The only thing exclusive to the badge is getting to go the panels (which I don't care to go to) and the movies (of which there were only three that I wanted to see). I'd rather just figure out how to get on the list for the free shows, pay for tickets to the bands I want to see at night and save myself $200. Yeah, that sounds way better.

Just the facts

2006-11-17T01:11:00.000-05:00

I'm in the middle of writing my big CMJ Music Marathon report, which will explain the good parts, the bad parts, and why I won't ever buy a badge again. (Not that it was terrible, it just wasn't worth the price of the badge).

I just got back from my cousin's wedding reception at Truluck's in Austin. It's fucking good. And McP had a party at his house in our honor on Friday night. I have the best friends in the world. No doubt. Supergood times. Sorry to everyone that I missed. There will be a next time though, don't fret. Whatever that means.

I have an official olive vendor. Check them out: Pickles, Olives, Etc. I'm more interested in the olives than the "etc". But motherfucking olives stuff with garlic?!?! Hell yes. And have you ever wondered how many garlic stuffed olives it takes to constitute a meal? 18. At least that's how many it takes for me to be full.

In other olive news, I went to a restaurant that served olive-stuffed olives. Wrap your minds around that one.

It takes 26 minutes to take a leisurely walk home from work at night. In the afternoon it can take 40 minutes.

It takes 15 minutes to take the subway to work in the morning (8:00-8:30).

It is exactly 2.5 blocks (1.5 street and 1 avenue) to the nearest establishment with "Texas" in the name. "Texas Smokehouse". I haven't trie it yet, but with reviews like: "How can this place call itself a smokehouse when not one single thing that I've tried has been smoked?" I have to give it a try.

The season finale of Weeds was really good. I'm liking that show more all the time.

Everyone should listen to Pablo.

AND - Fuck yes I'm going to the Blip Music Festival Nov. 30th-Dec. 3rd. You would (and should) too.

Have you ever heard of ninjitsu?

2006-10-28T01:11:00.000-05:00

I just watched American Ninja for the first time in years. Spectacular. What makes this movie so great? I'll start with some sample dialog:

Army Colonel: Jackson! Have you had a chance to check the wounds?
Stereotypical Black Army Guy: Yes sir, I have.
AC: Well, what is it?
SBAG: Have you ever heard of ninjitsu, sir?
AC: What's that?
SBAG: The secret art of asassination.
AC: Yeah, of course I have!
SBAG: Well according to witness testimony and evidence, this massacre was the work of ninjas.
AC: ninjas? hm.

If that doesn't convince you, my timely review of the movie will:

"An American Ninja? What are you talking about? There is no such thing!"

Implausible as it may sound, this movie revolves entirely around the life of an American Ninja. Can you believe it? Everyone knows it is punishable by death for a ninja to teach his secrets to Westerners. But, Sam Firstenberg, director of "Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo", crafts a convincing backstory to explain how this American Ninja came to be.

American Ninja centers around Joe (Michael Dudikoff), a man with no past who was discovered with complete amnesia as a child on an island in the Pacific by a construction crew. Before being found on the island and returned to America, Joe was befriended by a stranded Japanese soldier (played by John Fujioka, who would later show of his ninja skills once again in Mortal Kombat) who taught him the ways of the ninja. But this isn't just a simple action movie about ninjas. Set in the Philippines, the action and social commentary quickly get underway when rebels attack Joe's U.S. Army convoy. Rebel attacks in the Philippines are still a problem today (see Cavite). You quickly learn that the rebels are being led by a mysterious businessman who also has a team of ninjas working for him!

I don't want to give away the whole story, but in less than two hours this movie comments on the rampant problems that U.S. soldiers have with ninjas, corruption within the U.S. Army, the disproportionately large number of southerners in high-ranking military positions, the ineffectiveness of machine guns, Hispanic people buying WMDs on the black market, and most importantly - the need for a black supporting actor to balance out a movie.

Fresh off of his rousing performance as a hospital intern in Mask, Steve James paves the for black buddy actors Louis Gossett Jr. and Danny Glover as Joe's rival-turned-buddy after he challenges Joe to a fight and gets his ass kicked in front of everyone. Even the action sequences have an underlying message. Rather than spend money on expensive fight choreographers, Firstenberg opts to use the same play-fight choreography you used as a kid when you pretended to be a ninja, driving home the point that you look like an idiot when you pretend to be a ninja and you should stop trying. Judie Aronson is somewhat forgettable as Patricia, the unnecessary love interest who also happens to be the Colonel's daughter. Patricia's awkward delivery meshes well with her unnecessary lines and inappropriate screams. She does, however, manage to keep her clothes on for the entire movie at a time when all action movies required T&A or at least a little T.

Overall, the movie manages to cover too much ground in a very short time by cutting dialog down to a minimum and using abrupt scene changes to rush you through the loose plot without having to sit there forever. All of this is accomplished AND there are still points that are so slow that your mind wanders, giving you time to reflect on your day rather than being constantly bombarded by a movie. It's no surprise that story writer Gideon Amir turned down all other writing offers for the rest of his career to focus on American Ninja 2 & 3. Though unfortunate that Amir was too exhausted by American Ninja 3 to participate in parts 4 and 5, he gave us the epic American Ninja Trilogy, and we should be thankful for that.

Rating: 3.5 stars out of 5
(Watch the trailer)

Oh yeah and Austin peoples: study up on this. I'm going to be making references to this movie for weeks, which includes the Nov. 10th-12th weekend when I will be in Austin once again.

Eat healthy

2006-10-27T13:31:00.000-05:00

A greasy deli that i eat at somewhat regularly was shut down by the health department. Which is worse- that i was pretty sure they should be shut down and still ate there, or that i will continue to eat there after they have appeased the health department and in back to their old unsanitary ways?

Conversation with the devil

2006-10-18T23:16:00.000-05:00

IBuyUglySouls: hey fucker
me: what's up asshole? I'm in the middle of something
IBuyUglySouls: check your mail
me: why?
IBuyUglySouls: i sent you something. you're going to luv it
me: "luv" it? Seriously? I didn't think the 'Prince of Darkness' was a pre-teen.
IBuyUglySouls: no, for real. check your mail
me: alright. hold on.
me: fuck. the ipod nano? Isn't this going to steal my soul?
IBuyUglySouls: no, that's the beauty of it. it doesn't steal your soul. it slowly eats away at it until there is nothing left to steal. then by the time you realize it's gone, i've already shipped it to china in unmarked storage containers. you'll never get it back.
me: so you're telling me that I'll lose my soul if I use this ipod.
IBuyUglySouls: yea. and the icing on the cake is that once your soul is gone, you'll start buying more expensive apple products. ive already picked out a cute little laptop for you to lug around town to entertain yourself while you're at the coffee shop.
me: I don't drink coffee
IBuyUglySouls: oh yeah, I forgot. when you don't have a soul your body can't survive unless you have ten super-grande-venti double-espresso-triple-mocha-jamocha-latte-crappacinos per day. why do you think there are so many starbucks locations?
me: right, I forgot.
IBuyUglySouls: well, enjoy. and I hope you feel better after that round of Irish carbombs last week
me: MOTHERFUCKER! I should have known you were behind that bullshit. That was the worst vomiting episode I've had in years!
IBuyUglySouls: hil-arious
me: Yeah, I bet it was pretty funny to watch.
IBuyUglySouls is Away.
IBuyUglySouls is Online.
IBuyUglySouls: One more thing - how about that port security bill? I thought you'd enjoy that one.
me: right-o. fuck you.
IBuyUglySouls is Offline.

That's right. Hollywood Poker came through and sent me the ipod nano I slaved away at their tables for 30 days to win. I don't have all the statistics with me, but my winning rate was probably close to minimum wage (and that's including the price of the nano). Disappointing. I would recommend Hollywood Poker to you, but in accordance with the safeport act, Hollywood is planning on suspending play from the US within the next 30 days. Booooo. I'll let you know when I order that sweet p-p-p-powerbook.

what i saw

2006-10-08T02:06:00.000-05:00

o-k-l-a-h-o-m-a

Just the important stuff

2006-10-02T23:33:00.000-05:00

I've been meaning to write about a ton of stuff, but this is a busy few weeks and I have a lot of stuff to do, so I'm not going to get to everything just yet. I could talk about soccer, or ACL, or the Boathouse party, or Wired NextFest, or The Intrepid (the boat, not the kick-ass automobile), but instead I have a matter of great importance to discuss.

I saw Buffalo Bill walking down the street. All that was missing was American Girl and a "great big fat person". This guy walking down the street looked exactly like Jame Gumb. He was talking to himself too, which just made it even better. I looked for dead bodies as I passed all the entryways and alleys on my way home, just in case I could get in on a real-life Law & Order episode. No luck though. Now I need to watch the Greenskeepers video again, just for nostalgia's sake.

(oh yeah, and holy fuck the Captain from Monk is Buffalo Bill? Monk has never been so creepy to me)

Labor day

2006-09-05T00:27:00.000-05:00

Every time w.bloggar falls out of my Windows abridged start menu, I know it's been too long since I've written anything. I'm going to use the stupidest excuse too, I've been working a lot. Actually, I haven't been working terrible hours, but I haven't really felt like doing much more than playing poker, hanging out with Kat, and watching TV when I'm not at work. And I've been playing a shitload of poker. I keep telling myself that I'm going to update my blog and such, but never really get around to it. I've thought of a number of posts that I should write, but never put in the effort to get them written. So now you're getting them all at once:

Poker
I've been playing a ton of poker because I'm trying to work through the ridiculous ipod nano bonus on Hollywood Poker. For the site itself, it's definitely a step up from Titan, but like the majority of online poker sites it has a terrible game selection interface and doesn't run a huge spread of games. I've been mainly playing $3-$6 and $5-$10 limit hold'em, though now I'm staying away from 3/6 as much as possible because pokertracker constantly reminds me that I'm terrible at 3/6, but good at 5/10. Over roughly 3k hands of both 3/6 and 5/10, I am up as much on 5/10 as I am down on 3/6. It's pathetic. April pointed out that it's somewhat stupid for me to be working so hard to get through this bonus, since I don't really care about having an ipod nano. And my only response to that is: yeah, that's a good point.

Soccer
Indoor season ends tomorrow night. I've played in five games so far and we haven't won a single one. Apparently the rest of the team is really happy with my play though so I'll be playing again next season. I'm hoping we don't put together another 11v11 team because I still hate outdoor soccer, even if it's played on a turf field and I would feel obligated to play with the company (since it is free and all). If we don't put together another 11v11 team then I'm going back to urbansoccer because I don't have enough chaos in my life yet.

The apartment
We've thrown a bunch of stuff away, bought a new bookcase and cd shelf and now we just need to get everything in order. This is going to take a while. Having a gym in the building is pretty sweet, though I still need some prodding to get down there to work out. Even still, I've probably worked out there more than I have in the past year. God that sounds pathetic. Or right, that's because it is.

General business
The other night I was walking home and on the sidewalk was a belligerent girl who screamed the following into the phone:

"No! I decide when this is over! What about your little insider trading thing? What about that motherfucker?!?! I will DESTROY you!"

I got her contact info in case any of you guys are interested.

I miss my friends. And by friends I mean cable channel lineup that I have memorized. There are all sorts of crazy channels here in languages I don't understand, including Puerto Rican. I've never had a harder time understanding people speaking a language I know, with the possible exception of some of the ghetto-slang being thrown around on season 2 of Flavor of Love. It just doesn't make any sense. TBS and USA are still next to each other, but TNT is over 20 channels away. It's retarded. And WGN is in the way, so now I come across it more than I ever did in Austin. The one good thing I can say about that network is that they've had some kind of Back to School marathon. It's been a long time since I've seen that movie. It's up there with Caddyshack and Ladybugs for the best Rodney Dangerfield movies. And don't even get me started on Arnie Cunningham.

And also, RCN has awesome prices and not so good reception. The sound periodically cuts out on particular channels. It's extremely annoying. I'm going to have to call them and have them come out soon.

Other than that, I've been starting to get my plans together for ACL weekend, which will be my next trip to Austin (and likely my last for the year). I'm getting into town Thursday afternoon and will be leaving Monday afternoon. Most of my weekend will be taken up with ACL, but if you're going to be at ACL or out that weekend, email or msg me and maybe we can get together. Also, you should buy tickets to see Thievery Corporation at Stubbs on Thursday night. That's where I'll be. Or meet me at Mugshots before/after the show (you knew that was coming). Also, check out my preliminary ACL schedule here with this code: ACL368606.

Biggest keno winnings ever

2006-08-28T22:35:00.000-05:00

A number of people have asked me what I did for my birthday this year. Since I was missing half of the group birthday crew (remember that Jack was an original member) and I'm in NYC, there were really only two choices: Atlantic City or Foxwoods. The decision was pretty much made for us, since hotels in AC were $400+ (just for Saturday). So we spent my birthday at the World's largest casino (well, maybe it's not, I knew I had to go to Macau someday anyway) where you can check out what is probably the World's largest rainmaker statue or at least the one with the largest sack. See:

We did the usual stuff, played poker, ate the buffet, and eventually got stuck at the craps table. I really need to learn to stay away from it, but damn it's fun. Poker was somewhat uneventful. I spent all of my poker time playing $4-$8 limit. The people were your average players, with some terrible calling stations, some crazy aggressive high-limit players trolling in a low-limit game for some unknown reason, and my favorite - the know-it-all who critiques every play you make. I love playing poker live. Seriously. I had a million drinks and got so hammered I couldn't read the cards on the board. That's how you know it's time to head over to the craps table.

The real story was getting there. Without a car, there are three options for getting to Foxwoods from NYC: take the bus, take a train halfway and a bus the rest, or take a train most of the way and take a bus for the last 20 minutes. We chose to take the train halfway because it was cheaper than taking the train most of the way. Plus it said "casino package". Which is a good enough selling point for me. It was a bad decision. The train portion of the trip was fine, but the bus part totally blew. I blame Greyhound for the bad mojo which eventually lead to my losing weekend. To start, the bus was an hour late. Buses don't have schedule monitors. That would be asking too much. So we spent an hour waiting outside of the train station with child molesters, serial killers, and the crackwhore single moms that frequent Greyhound buses. Once we got on the bus, I realized the real treat wasn't just getting to ride on the bus with these people, it was the opportunity to smell them for 2 hours.

Anyway I've rambled enough. Here's the real review of Foxwoods: It's fucking huge. They have more poker tables than anywhere I've ever seen, spreads more games at more limits, and it's run as well as the majority of casinos I've been to in Vegas. The craps table runs at $10 on weekends and I'm pretty sure I saw a $5 craps table on Sunday afternoon. It's inconvenient to get to (which is exactly what everyone told me before I went). Oh yeah and there are hillbillies up here just like in the South. Still I'd like to go back, as long as I could get better transportation. I need to find one of these charter Chinatown buses, those chinese people love their gambling.

Oh yeah, and keno. One of the freebies in the "Casino Package" was some free Keno action. Having never played keno before, we just gave our cards to the guy at the counter who told us to come back in two hours. We showed up a few hours later to find out that we had won $5. That's five American dollars. It's no $400, but it will do.

Soccer Champions

2006-08-23T21:52:00.000-05:00

If the title doesn't say it all, the picture does:

(I'm in the back on the right)

There were a series of missteps that lead to our championship, but let's just say destiny was on our side. We beat two teams that were definitively better than us. We did have some help though. First, Jan was able to get a couple girls to come out and play with us so we didn't have to forfeit after all of our girls bailed on us. I can't remember their names, but those girls were awesome. Next, it poured down rain before the game started (like monsoon rain) so a bunch of people from the other teams didn't show up. And probably the largest contributing factor was that Jan was a scoring machine and was pulling zero angle goals on a keeper that knew what he was doing. It was a sight to be seen.

Actually, I take that back. I know exactly why we won. See a while time ago, my favorite Mexican bought me a Chivas home jersey. Not the bullshit streetvendor $2 kind, the real deal. I only pull this jersey out for special occasions. I'm sure it was the jersey that won the game, because it definitely wasn't my blistered feet.

The funniest thing of all of this is that for winning the championship, we didn't receive t-shirts (like every other adult league in the world would give out), we got a trophy and medals. And while that may seem like the dumbest idea in the world (well, actually it is), we had a great time with them. Because I learned a valuable lesson: if you want people to talk to you when you go out to the bar, grab a group of friends and show up with medals around your necks and a trophy in hand. I've never been so popular in my life. The bartender bought our entire first round. Everyone wants to give you a high five (that part sucked for me, but you've gotta roll with it when free drinks are involved), and attractive women would walk all the way across the bar to talk to the sweaty guys with the trophy (for real). Pure craziness.

The greatest movie theater ever

2006-08-06T22:13:00.000-05:00

In case you needed more proof that the Alamo Drafthouse was the greatest movie theater ever, then you should check this out. Last week I watched The Warriors at Coney Island, followed by a Q&A with a number of the cast members. I even got to hear Cyrus say "CAN YOU DIG IT?" in person. Daren is jealous, I can feel it. It was totally worth the three hours I spent on the subway. Now if Ice-T, Chris Rock, and Wesley Snipes will just get together and host a screening of New Jack City...

Rooftop soccer

2006-07-30T21:49:00.000-05:00

After a 28 day hiatus, I finally got a chance to play soccer again. I signed up for a soccer league I found on the internets which is just as shady as their website makes them appear. To say that the organization is poorly run would be a horrible understatement. I'll give you all the gory details: I was given almost no instruction and after getting a bunch of run-around through email from the guy who runs the league, I was told to show up at the rooftop field promptly at 8:15 where someone in an "official shirt" would be there to tell me where to go. Seriously, "official shirt". That makes sense.

The field is at Pier 40, though the google maps image is a bit out of date and still shows it as a shipping pier - the center in the satellite image is actually two full size soccer fields. We're talking 70+ yards wide. You can still make out the rooftop field(s) in the bottom right corner. There's a fence that's about 30 ft tall to keep the ball from going into the Hudson or onto Westside Highway. It's actually kind of cool to play on the rooftop field there. The games take place after dark and every now and then when I stop to take a breath, I can look out at the downtown skyline. Pretty cool. The fields themselves are not grass (of course). They are actually very similar material to the stuff they use at the indoor arena in Austin. Fake turf with the small rubber pieces.

Back to how terrible the "league" is. First off, I'm in a coed league (which is fine) but the rules are strange. You have to have two females on the field at all times - excluding the goalkeeper. I've never played anywhere where they use these rules. It flat doesn't make sense. If you have a female keeper (generally considered a disadvantage) you still have to field two girls. Strange. The gameplay is much like indoor (free subbing, continuous running clock) with two important differences - the field is much smaller (almost half the size of the indoor arena I'm used to playing at) and there are no fucking walls or nets. Now this might not seem like a terrible inconvenience, but consider that you have to chace the ball every time someone misses a shot and once you've gone 10 yards, you're almost close enough to shoot. I'd estimate that 3-5 minutes of each 20 minute half is spent chasing the ball after someone misses a shot. On top of that, the league is always running behind and rarely sure of what field each team is supposed to play on because there are no field numbers. So every time you show up it's just a free-for-all for the first 15 minutes. I should mention that I'm paying $15 for this per game. $150 for a ten-game season. This league is still dramatically cheaper than the Chelsea Piers league, which is a ridiculous $225 per season.

My team is a "house" team - that is, it's all the people that signed up to play as individuals. Somehow we're the best house team I've ever played with. We have one of the best female soccer players I've ever played with (apparently she currently plays soccer for some college team), some other players that are pretty good, a keeper that is also very good (strange that he doesn't already have a team; it's rare to find a keeper that is both good and doesn't already have a team), and this guy. Yeah, one of my team members is a freelance writer that writes about the competitive eating circuit. He's pretty good at soccer too.

Our season is about to enter the playoffs (funny, I started writing this post over a month ago) so I'll keep you (and by you I mean the thousands of regular readers of this blog) posted on how the season works out for us.

Austin Visit v0.1

2006-07-26T19:57:00.000-05:00

Thanks to everyone who made it out last weekend on such short notice. It was good to see you all. For those of you that I didn't get to see, I'll be back in September for ACL and will likely be making it down a day early to go to the Thievery Corporation show at Stubb's. Let me know if you're interested in going. I had limited time in Austin, but I managed to make the most of my 48 hr stay, hitting the four most important locations on the north side: Freebirds, Trudy's, the Hideout, and (of course) the Canary Roost. We'll be doing it all over again ACL weekend (Sept 14th-17th), so mark your calendars.

the business

2006-07-26T19:30:00.000-05:00

Business cards serve two functions: 1) To prove to other business people that you are a legitimate employee of a company¹ and 2) To serve as a cheesy parting gift to go along with the cheesy pickup line you used at that awesome happy hour when you were wearing your favorite striped shirt.

I just got my new business cards in the mail and they have a little extra something to help out with both purposes. First, they are obnoxiously orange (the back is at least). It hurts your eyes if you stare at them for too long. This business card will stand out in a sea of business cards. I think it's time to start putting my cards in those free weekly drawing fish bowls. Mine is so bright it would have to get chosen.

The second feature is really the best. On the back of my business cards they have one of six different business slogans. Of course, whoever was in charge of coming up with these slogans has a tremendous sense of humor and came up with slogans that could serve well as cheesy pickup lines. Here's my top three²:

GO FURTHER FASTER
SUPREME SERVICE
EXPERTISE BEYOND EXPECTATION

They read even better as fortune cookies.

¹Some might argue that business cards are a useful way of trading information as opposed to having to write someone's phone number down. Don't buy it. I'm more likely to throw away a business card than I am someone's information that I've jotted down myself.
²Yes, they are in all caps on the business cards. The bright orange isn't enough, we've got to send the message home.

In case you haven't heard...

2006-07-21T01:02:00.000-05:00

Yet somehow happen to read this, I'm going to be in Austin tomorrow. Errrr...make that tonight. Doesn't matter where I am, I still can't sleep.

Pwned, with a mean sense of humor

2006-07-21T01:00:00.000-05:00

Someone must really hate Stereogum. When I just went to their site to try to figure out why bloglines wasn't reading the feed, I saw this:

"SUFJAN" really isn't a good password, since Stereogum is crazy for Sufjan Stevens like Spin is for the Strokes and the White Stripes.

The wait is finally over

2006-07-12T00:20:00.000-05:00

I held out. For six weeks I had no home internet access. I have to be honest, it was fucking painful. There were moments when I was going through withdrawls, the latenight reading (crazy, I know), the saturdays spent staring at the wall. And just to come clean, I did consider buying a laptop. I even picked one out. But I pushed through it and I'm a better person for it. The uninternet days are all behind me now. I'm back on the wagon. Or is it off the wagon? That's not important.

What is important is that last week when Kat came to visit in addition to getting to see her for the first time in a month, she also brought my computer. Combine that with my new sublet location (which includes internet) and I'm finally back in the civilized world.

And with one click of the mouse...

I actually live here now.

Joe Jack Talcum

2006-06-24T19:36:00.000-05:00

Yesterday I saw Joe Jack Talcum (lead singer of the Dead Milkmen) play a solo acoustic set. The Dead Milkmen have been one of my favorite bands forever and I still listen to them alot today. Don't believe me? Check out my last.fm profile.

Much like Gordon Gano of the Violent Femmes, Joe Jack Talcum sounds exactly the same as he does on the early Milkmen albums. The guy is fucking awesome. This makes another band I can cross off the list. And I thought it wasn't ever going to happen. Rock.

United by Walter

2006-06-20T08:06:00.000-05:00

I saw Walter Schreifels (Gorilla Biscuits, Quicksand, Rival Schools, Walking Concert) perform an acoustic set at a tiny bar yesterday. I'm talking less than 200 people. He played all the hits, even my current theme song - Dine Alone by Quicksand. That's another check off the "artists I need to see before they quit playing" list. Apparently, Gorilla Biscuits is re-issuing one of their albums and he's going to be touring with them later this year. Didn't get any update on what's going on with Walking Concert though.

In other news, I had some terrible sushi yesterday before the show. Some place on Ave A around 7th or 8th street. Note to all sushi chefs: don't put carrots in the dragon roll. Better yet, don't use carrots in sushi at all; the texture is just flat wrong.

Multiple post madness

2006-06-16T19:35:00.000-05:00

I need to get all these thoughts out at once. They're all short, don't worry.

How rich is this company?
My cleaning lady is white. Not Eastern European white, but white. I know because we had an uncomfortable exchange. I was sitting at my desk making sense of some code. I saw out of the corner of my eye that the cleaning lady was emptying the trash can at the desk next to me. I had a bunch of stuff on my desk to throw away, so I started gathering it into the trashcan and without turning around I started with "Aye, perdon deja me tirar esto en ...". And that's when I turned around and realized she wasn't hispanic. Situation awkwardo.

In other news, I think I saw Prince today. As I was strolling into work, some guy cut me off. He was short, dark skinned, had his hair kinda braided up, had these huge sunglasses on, was in some goofy/overly trendy clothes, and was walking around like he owned the place. As he walked by, I thought to myself, "who the fuck does this guy think he is, Prince?" Then tonight I ran across this story. And saw the picture. I either saw Prince, or saw his biggest fan.

GVIM users unite! Sorry, not really I still can't do it. My bold statement goes more like GVIM users attempt to get GVIM to act like a normal fucking application should and not some shitty 133t lame-o leenux sourceforge application.

My company's application isn't case sensitive. So being from New York, it does everything in uppercase. Because it isn't loud enough here as it is. Now I have words on the screen shouting at me all the time. IT'S LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME.

Represent

2006-06-13T18:45:00.000-05:00

Anyone who knows me knows I'm crazy addicted to TV and internet. I have neither in my apartment. It's driving me crazy. So, since I'm here alone, I have a ton of free time (without that pesky TV or internets), even if I force myself to work super late. Eventually I hit this point where I just have to get out of the office and walk around or do something. Monday night I had the perfect opportunity to do this. I saw Oklahoma's own Starlight Mints and Austin's own The Octopus Project in the same night. I think everyone with a tie to Oklahoma was there. All the bands made multiple references to people from the "405". Oklahoma shout-outs are the best. And some stranger was wearing a Frontier Country t-shirt (maybe you'd have to be me to really enjoy it). Unfortunately, I didn't run into anyone I knew, with the exception of the merch guy for the Startlight Mints, who was someone I recognized from college, but didn't really know personally.

The show rocked. Both Starlight Mints and the Octopus Project, neither of which I had seen in the million times they each played while I lived in Austin. Sometimes it takes a big move to force a change of habit. I also learned some lessons:

The Bowery Ballroom is a pretty cool venue. You'd be hardpressed to find a bad spot to watch a show. The balcony is nice and there are bars on all three floors.
The Bowery has a $25 minimum for credit cards. Bring cash or prepare to get plowed. I went for the latter.
If I don't eat, five beers will get me lit up.
Walking home is always better with a slice of pizza.

It's like Austin, but I don't have to drive home. Ever. My liver won't stop singing:

The attendent did not strap me in
I'm sure that I am going to die
This is my last rollercoaster ride
This is my last rollercoaster ride
This is my last ride....