It has been years since I've reached this state of physical, emotional and mental exhaustion. Unfortunately, this coming week doesn't promise to get me past that. I should have slept instead of going to see the Matrix, but the combination of the Super Extra Value Combo, the Funnel Cake, the Curly Fry Cone and the opportunity to know that Keanu is "Still the One" (a la the Paul Oakenfold Remix of our favorite Shania Twain song) while the jungle party that the Mather Lather forgot bopped until Trinity climaxed, was simply too irresistable. While the movie sucked (despite several amazing and mind-expanding/altering scenes), I did enjoy the frantic scurries of "The Key-Maker," the soporific effects of Elron Smith's speech, the wraithlike/jammin' (and i hope you like jammin' too) scoobs, the digression into French profanity (all of it), the "love potion program" (what MIT awakens to with stained pants), and the intense display of an absolute inability to act by Keanu or the intense display of an absolute inability to write good dialogue and monologue by anyone that worked on this project. But the very drugged up kid on the T back trying to sell us hemp necklaces, bootleg DVDs, LSD and XTC capped off the evening. If only good movies were easier to come by, but the previews didn't look so hot either--Sean Connery does the Mummy didn't look too good; T3 and the TZ involved reminded me that "If you're looking for pepperoni or bullets, then you've come to the right place, otherwise you're an idiot and deserve to die" and that Arnie's collecting social security, and that the Last Samurai cast Tom Cruise as said Samurai because Jackie Chan and Jet Li were booked. But I'm looking forward to the Italian Job. Promises to be as good as Ocean's Eleven.
Anyways, some people have already done things with their summers. Mike recorded another track that shows even greater depth. I was very impressed. Hopefully we'll be listening to it on the radio in a year or so.
And Emily's having fun in the bush. Watch out for savages, amazons and manual transmission. Oh, and I hear Mauna Loa acts up if it doesn't have its ovaltine....
Vahid is back....stay tuned....
And I'm sitting on my arse, starting work tomorrow. By coincidence, the housing they temporarily moved me into was where I held my 21st birthday party. The memories flooded back (finally).
I promised you all a few quotes from Spin's April issue (purchased in Detroit--was it St. Paul?--on the way back from Berkeley). I'll milk it for all it's worth and simply tell you that while Oasis got a shout-out in the letters to the editor for their chart-topping "Stop Crying Your Heart Out" which got less than zero play on US radio stations, the "Top Seven Sterling Quotes from Oasis' Gallagher Brothers" was less than flattering. 2 out of Noel's 3 quotes involved the word "c*nt"--including the rarely engineered "c*nt f*ck." Liam's ranged from his being "one excited young man" to his having "'a 12-inch c*ck, d'ya want some?'" But these are rock stars. They admittedly don't know what their songs mean "but there's still meaning in there"--if only they could beat their cocaine convictions.....
Spin will be a blogworthy source for the next few postings. I'm thinking I might want to work for them at some point, if they'd look at a muttonhead (thanks Christian for expanding my vocabulary) like me.
Oh, and Thairu? Thanks for the six-pack. It looks better than Kobe's form did.
Peace, Respect, Love and no more than a 2- to 4-hour work weeks to all.