tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52547038055430867892024-03-12T20:41:03.312-07:00an endless approachbryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-83035671703500052822011-07-09T13:17:00.000-07:002011-07-09T13:18:42.902-07:00another year<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">this is for later. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">epicurus writes: ‘Thus that which is the most awful of evils, death, is nothing to us, since when we exist there is no death, and when there is death we do not exist.’<br /><br />it is my birthday!<br /></span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-57524977349070241192011-06-24T16:07:00.000-07:002011-06-24T16:21:14.895-07:00time flies<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i was eating pizza and saw a fly. i thought about how a fly's lifespan is 24 hours. thinking about this short life made me think about how short our average lifespan is. there are turtles that live for hundreds of years. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i thought about how little i knew and how little i will know for the rest of my life. there was a baby fly too. the pizza place was most likely the only space that the fly would live in; much like earth is the only space that we will live in for the foreseeable future. of all the knowledge and experience that exists in the universe, we will only know a small if not fractional amount. the naivety of some humans. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">pizza tasted good though.</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-69420080106049740802011-05-29T19:49:00.000-07:002011-05-29T19:51:33.787-07:00sore<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i am unfamiliar to this type of cruelty. i guess i am fortunate that it has been unfamiliar for so long. sorry to be cryptic. life is terrible right now.</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-79492608604614057952011-03-22T16:45:00.001-07:002011-03-22T16:46:46.860-07:00excited for this!<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sPfALH6nEn0?rel=0" frameborder="0"></iframe>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-51828821705236628182011-02-16T02:05:00.000-08:002011-02-16T02:09:57.412-08:00:artists.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">art is a luxury.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">act accordingly.</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-71267738575706528762011-01-25T00:59:00.000-08:002011-01-25T01:39:29.542-08:00orbit<iframe style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/x7zrpe?width=320&theme=none&foreground=%23F7FFFD&highlight=%23FFC300&background=%23171D1B&additionalInfos=1&hideInfos=1&start=&animatedTitle=&iframe=1&autoPlay=0" frameborder="0" height="240" width="320"></iframe><br /><i><a target="_self" href="http://www.dailymotion.com/us/channel/music"></a></i>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-30706138358354999372011-01-17T14:30:00.000-08:002011-01-17T14:41:38.840-08:00under the bridge<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">whhhhhhhhoooooooooooooooooooooooooossssssssshhhhhhhhhhh! i'm back like merlin from bermuda. november was the last entry huh? not a lot going on i guess. i've been rapidly approaching rock bottom. still not really hitting it though. i guess my life right now can best be described by the title of this blog i started a few years ago. what can i say. i make s happen. or not. whatever makes me sound cooler. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">currently, i have no job, no money, and no inspiration. i don't really know what to do with my life and i feel like that is a pretty standard feeling for people my age. i don't like failure, but i am definitely exploring it as a lifestyle. today is also said to be the most depressing day of the year. i have been looking for jobs, but i kind of want to do something else that isn't being degraded for small amounts of money. i guess i might be willing to be degraded for large amounts of money, though. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i have been learning new skills as i am bored as f everyday that i am not working. i hate feeling stagnant. time for change. </span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-79557943070694226262010-11-06T21:12:00.000-07:002010-11-06T21:13:34.182-07:00repetition<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZzfUbEPQ5vRP_DiEu-uDZvq7KaJcciK2di7UVWYbMp938HvUuTnM5oQt6SwJGom5_a5k5SarA43jnlCn7PkPSEJNQlr3cNx3as58epYH_RL2OqIMTZeQeVFuO9X2A2YulRk3dDOV9zuc/s1600/photo(2).jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZzfUbEPQ5vRP_DiEu-uDZvq7KaJcciK2di7UVWYbMp938HvUuTnM5oQt6SwJGom5_a5k5SarA43jnlCn7PkPSEJNQlr3cNx3as58epYH_RL2OqIMTZeQeVFuO9X2A2YulRk3dDOV9zuc/s320/photo(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536656024991689138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i want to have a house that looks like the house that is next to my house.</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-37923184344206318822010-11-06T14:21:00.000-07:002010-11-06T14:22:18.767-07:00fall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJN1ldnyJLxh22e9UMbT61AZkCQN76OVPjodpwV18KaM2pbUuUc2xz61DlUf4BQcFQLJG_tgEcd1s8Azlxgg2oCMYFaUcPQqAv2T9DBIUYAAlmOH-RgJAr8GC5r9XX3jHoWOvIHlHLpPc/s1600/fallsjb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJN1ldnyJLxh22e9UMbT61AZkCQN76OVPjodpwV18KaM2pbUuUc2xz61DlUf4BQcFQLJG_tgEcd1s8Azlxgg2oCMYFaUcPQqAv2T9DBIUYAAlmOH-RgJAr8GC5r9XX3jHoWOvIHlHLpPc/s320/fallsjb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536550070133358002" border="0" /></a>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-91777166086328851632010-10-25T17:26:00.000-07:002010-10-25T17:33:59.264-07:00freedom costs a buck o five<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">sitting in airport. not fun. my nose is a little numb because it got punched. the sun is in my face and i don't like it. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i was thinking about a conversation that i had with my friend nick. we were talking about freedom and how it isn't a possibility. it started because of the phrase freedom isn't free. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">freedom doesn't really exist in our society today and on a deeper level, may not exist at all. there are a lot of theories on freedom because there are a lot of different aspects to which it can be applied. pretty much anything you can think of has some sort of limitation that would prohibit complete freedom. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">upon further research, it seems that getting to the basics of an argument about freedom involves the question of fate or non-fate. i don't know if i agree completely, but i'm not a freedom scholar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i agree with nick that osama bin laden is probably the only person in the world who is the closest to freedom. also, he lives in a cave. we think.</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-46913962719546756722010-10-17T18:52:00.000-07:002010-10-25T17:24:31.491-07:00joey nevada<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">welp. it looks like i am probably losing my job in the next few days. haha! i was worried for a little while when it first started looking like this was going to happen. now i don't really give an f which is weird for me. things have a way of working out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">since i won't have income for the time being, i'm doing the smart thing and flying to las vegas to party with one of my favorite bands, horse the band. they invited me to celebrate the end of their tour. normally, i wouldn't be able to make it to las vegas but i didn't want to regret missing a fun trip. if one of your favorite bands asks you to party, you make it happen. so i bought a 500 dollar package with money i don't have.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i'm staying at the golden nugget in downtown las vegas. they have the hand of faith and i am going to look at it. it is the largest piece of gold in the world that has been found. some guy found it with a metal detector.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">maybe i should be a treasure hunter. i didn't go to college for it though.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i've been really lethargic lately. it sucks.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">disneyland.</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-13115079042644896862010-08-15T13:55:00.001-07:002010-08-15T13:55:52.142-07:00for mannfans<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EnKdg_H5Z4o?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EnKdg_H5Z4o?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-67288079907538074112010-08-12T19:23:00.000-07:002010-08-12T19:24:35.394-07:00worse than cigarettes<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/40uxFO7cxNA?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/40uxFO7cxNA?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-60687373229250818932010-08-10T16:54:00.000-07:002010-08-10T17:15:19.133-07:00ineption<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">haha. last night i had a dream and in it i made up a phrase. sorry if you hate hearing about dreams. i usually dislike it, but maybe that is a weird preference of mine. if you don't like it, you have the freedom to not read this.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">it went like this. i was at home and my car was parked across the street. it was all blackened and messed up on one of the fenders and i found evidence of home made explosives near it. i went to ask a neighbor what had happened and before he answered me, i saw two kids lighting a pipe bomb near my car and they ran into their house before it exploded. i went to their door and told them to knock it off. also their house was on fire so i told them that they should tell their mom. their mom came out and i told her that her house was on fire. it had reduced it's intensity, so she couldn't see it as easily as i did before. she didn't believe me and told me that she felt like i was trying to rent her a cupcake. i had no idea what this meant but told her i was just trying to help her out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">renting someone a cupcake? i think that it means that you are trying to make someone look dumb. i thought about it after i woke up and i came to the conclusion that people don't usually hold one cupcake for very long. probably because it is a small portion and it is hard to look cool holding one. (this parallels a theory i have on jello shots). now if someone rented you a cupcake for like 3 minutes and you had to give it back, you would look like a real dummy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">isn't it strange how the subconscious works? i used the phrase today.</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-12795971892476587422010-08-08T10:12:00.000-07:002010-08-08T10:27:40.168-07:00bloods<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">currently, i am watching a show about about penguins on opb. their society is pretty awesome. listening to alt punk and watching it makes for an awesome music video. penguins have to deal with a lot of s. a lot of animals want to eat their little bodies. penguins are good at jumping though, so i'm sure that helps a lot.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">some penguins were migrating and the injured ones just kept on walking. if they didn't, they would die. this led me to think that some could probably argue that modernized medicine is hindering our species' evolution. in nature (which i don't believe we live in) if you are injured and can't move on, your a is left behind and you wait to die. people have a really strong desire to live and are willing to live in poverty if it means they get to live longer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">if you think about the times you could have died without modern medicine it's weird. i would have died in high school from blood poisoning. it would have been a sunday evening. i guess my death would have been due to a life mistake i made and everyone smarter than me would have rejoiced.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">however, modern medicine does help us battle bacterial infection and diseases that would suck to have. dying of dysentery would not be awesome.</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-57826122480253791632010-07-19T17:00:00.000-07:002010-07-19T20:48:48.495-07:00christ<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">today i got a check for 8,042 dollars from the united states treasury. that was cool. i paid off my credit card and am putting the rest in savings.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i also am working on a song in 7/4 time and am pretty proud of how it sounds. for now.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i think that growing old sucks. it seems like the whole process is a mask for what's really happening. you are systematically surrendering your youth to bills and nine to fives and responsibilities defined by your society. when i lived in la, (glendora more specifically, but everyone in that area considers their home la) i worked in hollywood and really got a good idea of what people with money do. i'm not talking a few extra thousand dollars here either. people who will never have to do a legitimate day's work again for the rest of their life. people with that much money just try to live like children. it's too late though. it's like bashing your head into concrete that has hardened and won't let you through.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i seem to be missing humility more these days. people get too serious. what is there to prove. really.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">there is a secret flower in my backyard.</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-52486191785315639622010-06-22T18:17:00.001-07:002010-06-22T18:48:11.358-07:00sneakers<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">we caught a possum. not on purpose. the goal was to catch a raccoon, but they don't like tiny marshmallows i guess. i saw it curled up in our live trap this morning. the people who put the trap out usually kill these guys, so i had some decisions to make today. i didn't want to tell the company because it might be illegal for me to release it, but if i let it go, i don't want it to get into my attic like the raccoon did. i gave him some peanut butter and toast before going to work.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">this dilemma really made me wonder about the decisions that people may make about us while we are unaware. could someone be deciding my fate? the answer is absolutely not, but it is still fun to think about sometimes. the point is, i let him out when i got home from work. i gave him an apology raspberry which he wanted nothing to do with.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">there he is!</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHr_m-0qFPR2wRGDrfAUQWYnNAOYBXuqDvBmkoGZ8ulFDressfMpBdvwXMsScxKJdTnqgdSQklu47tCwgXJX6Auc7nQbNLd2L9M4vNxccNSF8V3uQCsvJMuzcfWgotjyh4rfmyhhzhrGB/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHr_m-0qFPR2wRGDrfAUQWYnNAOYBXuqDvBmkoGZ8ulFDressfMpBdvwXMsScxKJdTnqgdSQklu47tCwgXJX6Auc7nQbNLd2L9M4vNxccNSF8V3uQCsvJMuzcfWgotjyh4rfmyhhzhrGB/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485779508286511538" border="0" /></a>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-24448924882263903622010-06-15T08:53:00.000-07:002010-06-15T09:09:56.558-07:00helvetica<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i hate 3d. i think it is very dumb and unnecessary. i thought this when it started becoming cool again, but started thinking about it more when i went to the store and saw a display set up for 3d bubbles. seriously. you wear glasses and blow bubbles. then the bubbles look 3d. are bubbles not already 3d? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">and what is the deal with calling something 3d? it isn't another dimension, it's an illusion (michael). i think we should forget about 3d and move into 4 or 5d. let's get hallucinogenic with it. all forms of entertainment should be spatial acid trips filled with exhilarating highs and crushing lows. it's not a show unless someone is vomiting next to you. when your friend is crying and making out with their shoe, mission accomplished.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">it reminds me of a story i read about a guy who described a trip on dmt. he was naked and in a bubble surrounded by giant praying mantis'. he knew that they all wanted to r him and eat him afterward and knew that they could get in his bubble. they didn't go in his bubble as they seemed to enjoy his anxiety and fear more than r-ing him. beat that, the devil. that's real fear. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">or we could keep movies the same. these are the important issues i'm talking about here. there aren't real problems in the world outside of 3d entertainment.</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-44006492362608442572010-05-26T23:04:00.001-07:002010-05-26T23:04:31.986-07:00f you i'm the king of france<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x-52EP7XAzs&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x-52EP7XAzs&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-7423455850741215342010-05-06T22:26:00.000-07:002010-05-06T23:08:18.321-07:00word<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">oh wow, i haven't written anything in a long time. a lot has happened. if you know me and read this, you probably know that i finally bought a house. i said i would do it. it's a pretty cool house. it's under a bridge! there is a park two doors down from me that is full of puppies usually. ben and lanny and i went walking around the beach area down there. we found bolt cutters! i thought they would be cool to have so i just took them. maybe i prevented a crime in taking them. i probably did.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we walked around and found some hobo camps. ben got a little scared, but we did look pretty tough. we were all wearing black, drinking beer, and i was hoisting bolt cutters on my shoulder. there really isn't a better way to look like a group of degenerates. i told ben that i would protect him should hobos attack.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i'm going to buy a freaking laptop. i now have reasons to be mobile and i can work on music at bars now. i know it's kind of pretentious, but at least i won't be at a coffee shop or anything. i hate coffee. if you want to avoid seeing me at your workplace, work at a coffee shop. or a clothing store for babies. when i have a child they will wear pelts.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">should i move to arizona? i kind of think i shouldn't, but i hear i could get paid a lot more money. i think the reason why is because it's arizona. i hate the heat, but i also hear that flagstaff is kind of cool and air conditioning is everywhere. air conditioning makes me feel guilty, but i don't have many options as i am a body that operates at a high temperature.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">oh i also bought a gun. it's a shotgun. it's how i am preparing for end times. no big deal. gun culture is hilarious. i don't belong there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">does cocorosie make anyone else feel like a pervert? the singer sounds hot, but also really young. dangerously young. also the lyrics can be effed up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">talk to you later.</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-58878746324095896202010-02-19T08:41:00.001-08:002010-02-19T08:41:48.144-08:00b house<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">there are no good versions of my favorite song of theirs, lover of mine. here is zebra i guess.</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R5uG3Z88x2k&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R5uG3Z88x2k&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">one hundred posts! is that good?</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-31759566058748270302010-02-09T20:44:00.000-08:002010-02-09T20:53:05.290-08:00riot juices<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">welp. i'm drunk. and it is tuesday night. i was bored and figured that i would punch social stigmas in the face and drink by myself at home. i'm actually good at it and it is kind of fun. my fingers feel a little numb, so i hope i don't misspell things. you know what is weird? cross-gender communication. i said it. i get women telling me all the time that men are jerks. they are usually geo-specific and say that guys in portland are a-h's. (i realize i have used "-" a lot). however, i feel that some self reflection may be needed. any girl that allows a guy to be a jerk and still sleep with them is just asking for it. why should a guy change when he is getting what he wants? self respect is important ladies. enjoy the chase and feel your potential companion out. not physically. know that men know what to say. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">there you go the three girls that read this. take my drunken advice. it is obviously a good idea. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">what am i doing? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">sflkugnibzdeuiornzklgfknbggggggggglosi</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-42590599251760790332009-12-24T15:24:00.000-08:002009-12-24T15:49:34.976-08:00white christmas<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">another christmas alone. i got a rice cooker! it's a kojirushi. that will make life easier because life is so hard isn't it? i am thinking about getting into archery. also, starting a one man band. not like those poor people. well actually, like those poor people, but i'll still have a job and won't live on the streets. i haven't been very inspired lately, but there is really no excuse to not compose entire songs by myself. i think it will be harder to find excuses once i own a house and can check that process off my list.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i am going out tonight to drink cheap alcohol. i am going to catch santa claus tonight if everything goes as planned.</span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-38221420166409102492009-12-10T09:14:00.001-08:002009-12-10T15:17:44.299-08:00too much ice creams<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >who the f invented ice cream socials? i drank a heroic amount of vodka last night and woke up with this question in my head. for some reason, ice cream socials made me really angry this morning. i don't know why it made me angry. it seems like an ice cream social would be an enjoyable experience for all involved.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >do ice cream socials exist? i don't think i made it up. i would be so proud if i did. brb, i'm going to rip the lid off of this.....................................</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >wikipedia says: "Ice cream socials are a traditional gathering dating back to the </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">18th century</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > </span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > in America. They were frequently organised by churches, fashioned after the "ice cream gardens" that were common in society at the time."</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >what is this now? ice cream gardens? why is this happening to me. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"...different flavors of ice cream arise from the ground with waffle cone stems. butterscotch fountains and pillars of chocolate are at the epicenter of these forgotten grounds. from the epicenter spiral graham cracker footsteps surrounded by m&m pebbles." i got that from the bible. revelations probably.<br /><br />well, i answered my question and got my daily dose of blasphemy. since i don't have a job now, i am going on a quest for ice cream garden. that place must be el dorado for babies.<br /></span>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254703805543086789.post-32010735349548326592009-12-09T00:41:00.001-08:002009-12-09T11:41:47.109-08:00i know this is too big, but i'm putting it here.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">that is what he said.</span><br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5tTHwaVUNHg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5tTHwaVUNHg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212868624550410842noreply@blogger.com0