So, I've been chilling with Matthew McConnaughey of late. That barrel-chested hunk of spunk. I think if we were all more like Matthew, the world would be a better place. Here's some tips on how to live a better life.
1. Wake up. Smoke bong (naked).
2. Play some motherfuckin' bongos (naked still).
3. Pump some iron.
4. Don hawaiian shirt and board shorts. If cold (e.g. shooting romantic comedy in Alaska), wear thermals underneath. ESPECIALLY long johns.
5. Continue to go about the day in a charming, carefree manner, punctuated by the occasional bong and bongo.
i've run out of tips. that's the long and short of it.
onto a different topic. i've moved into the city of late, not quite sure if the unadulterated rage is going to increase or decrease due to the shift. i'm hoping decrease. not having to freeze all the time from the valley chill is quite pleasant. also, i've started work at radio one, which means my life is once again filled with menial office tasks, but with this job I get to look down upon the common man with disdain from the balcony. w00t. Still chugging along with the university business, at a slow pace but chugging nonetheless.
Have been drawing comics, or at least attempting to. I'll post some when I'm near a scanner. PROMISE.
attention span is running out and hangover is setting in. UGH to white wine and cigarettes. both are bad, and super bad when combined. need better adjective than bad. i'm just way too alty to care right now. like. O. M. G.
right, i'm off to smash some holes in some box.
adios.
May 10, 2008
quarter-life crisis
well, not really. i mean, if this is a quarter life crisis, then i'm probably only going to live til 79 and a bit. is that a respectable age to die? actually with my road-crossing skills, i'll be lucky to make it to 20.
this virtual thing is getting to be more and more like real life, now that EVERYONE has a myspace/facebook/boringasssocialnetworkingsite, those of us who care about blog writing have about as much chance of having ours read as that dumb emo slut across the road who gives her opinion of the new panic at the disco album and how quirky/zany/alt it makes her feel. oh god, it's stuck in my head now. killllll.
on a lighter note, what i was blogging about was to say that everyone should do some spots and watch the muppets movie. the one from the late 70s. magical, i can't belive the muppets are intended for kids.
might start putting some dumb cartoons up here, once they're finished.
also, the first ingrates gig is next wednesday. i advise you come. or i'll cut the brakes in your car, chop off your ponytail while you're sleeping etc.
time to do radio! laters, fattycakes.
this virtual thing is getting to be more and more like real life, now that EVERYONE has a myspace/facebook/boringasssocialnetworkingsite, those of us who care about blog writing have about as much chance of having ours read as that dumb emo slut across the road who gives her opinion of the new panic at the disco album and how quirky/zany/alt it makes her feel. oh god, it's stuck in my head now. killllll.
on a lighter note, what i was blogging about was to say that everyone should do some spots and watch the muppets movie. the one from the late 70s. magical, i can't belive the muppets are intended for kids.
might start putting some dumb cartoons up here, once they're finished.
also, the first ingrates gig is next wednesday. i advise you come. or i'll cut the brakes in your car, chop off your ponytail while you're sleeping etc.
time to do radio! laters, fattycakes.
March 20, 2008
back to blogland
well we all know now that myspace isn't cool anymore. poor myspace. the price it pays for fame. and facebook is great for social networking, but really about the same as going to pint night. with a few foreign exchange students from a few years ago. now this actual blog website shit. that's where it's at.
i had a big rant all prepared before but now i need to pee and i'm starting to feel guilty about being a filthy layabout. my shoes smell like junkies, the unfortunate aftermath of spilling booze and juice all over socks at camp and going sockless for a few days of dirty grinding. and so many korg micros. korg micro. korg microooooooooooooo. i even played two. not at the same time though. that would just be silly.
but if you want camp stories i'm the most useless. all i remember is dancing, batriderrrrrrrrrrr, chick from batrider rolling me cigarette (whoa baby, totally in), smoking chinese cigars with onanon, boozemelon, boozemelon, boozmelun, booosmalluuuun, falling down a ditch, leaping off the stage at zombie party and NOT hurting myself. but my memories are obscured by large flashes of JAGERMEISTER and VOCODER and NEON and KOOOOOOOOOOORG MICROOOOOOOOOOOO. phwoar.
so well yes if you've stumbled upon this for the first time, hello i'm Hope Cruel-Unusual, average, average, average, english student, local dj, (nobody's listening really, or at least that's what i like to believe), musician/noisemaker (i interviewed the bathroom taps through a delay pedal. fulfilling), foul mouthed often drunk rapscallion. swinging between please for the love of god shut the hell up and complete bore. but not often right in the middle.
listen to the growlers. or die.
until next time...
i had a big rant all prepared before but now i need to pee and i'm starting to feel guilty about being a filthy layabout. my shoes smell like junkies, the unfortunate aftermath of spilling booze and juice all over socks at camp and going sockless for a few days of dirty grinding. and so many korg micros. korg micro. korg microooooooooooooo. i even played two. not at the same time though. that would just be silly.
but if you want camp stories i'm the most useless. all i remember is dancing, batriderrrrrrrrrrr, chick from batrider rolling me cigarette (whoa baby, totally in), smoking chinese cigars with onanon, boozemelon, boozemelon, boozmelun, booosmalluuuun, falling down a ditch, leaping off the stage at zombie party and NOT hurting myself. but my memories are obscured by large flashes of JAGERMEISTER and VOCODER and NEON and KOOOOOOOOOOORG MICROOOOOOOOOOOO. phwoar.
so well yes if you've stumbled upon this for the first time, hello i'm Hope Cruel-Unusual, average, average, average, english student, local dj, (nobody's listening really, or at least that's what i like to believe), musician/noisemaker (i interviewed the bathroom taps through a delay pedal. fulfilling), foul mouthed often drunk rapscallion. swinging between please for the love of god shut the hell up and complete bore. but not often right in the middle.
listen to the growlers. or die.
until next time...
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