my COOL pals are still gone

oh fucking shits, my fucking little fuckers. this blog has been going on for two years today. what? really? what they hell made me so committed to this for so long? i don't know. i don't offer you kids free music or anything of the sort so--i definitely don't keep this going to rack up as many visitors from all ends of the earth (and/or beyond). uh. in accordance with the premiere post from two years past i just might mention the things i miss.
so, yeah, all my cool friends all across the country in their (fancy,) respected universities. i miss the good times with the fams. if i'da known just a wee bit earlier about job arrangements i could be living it up in chi-town right now. CURSES!! i wish we'd've watched more movies in my humanities class. these days i crave me some badass horror films. i watched the first halloween on the ifc before our satellite went out and, yeah, i could make out all the no-nos that would get you killed in that kind of scenario. wasn't scary enough for today's standards, though. i've been kinda missin' the humanities class in general, sans the annoying people laughing at irreverent things.
digressing from everything else, the wombats in l.a. again? as much as i would like to go, i just don't know...it's the same night i start school in fall and i'm pretty sure i got a class real early in the morning the day after. too many things coming up in september. just too much.

me and The Wombats

I know I've mentioned The Wombats for a while on my blog (perhaps most notably last year...during august). I don't exactly remember the first time i heard them (2006, maybe?), but i know for sure the first thing i listened to was "lost in the post". it was their band name that attracted me and i became undoubtedly hooked to the catchy lyrics and tunes ("party in the forest" won me over just because of a certain name heard throughout). All right. I missed my chance to see them last august. I tried to see them play in march (horribly thwarted), but managed to see them walking around outside. I didn't have the chance to go all the way to austin, texas to see them (and other awesome bands) at SXSW. So last night was redemption for all the shit i had to put up missing the wombats in the u.s. playing in places near me.

Ok. So i get outta the car. I stand like a ridiculous fool near the box office for the purchasing of a ticket. Crowd of people mysteriously around there and i'm thinking, "shit, are they all up to get some tix?" and i turn to the look to the right a bit. The first thing i notice is some guy who looks familiar and this other guy near him also looking mighty familiar..lo and behold! TORD AND DAN in real life TAKE 2! I seriously couldn't believe it. So i stood like an idiot watching people taking part in conversations with the two wombats. I'd like to believe they looked my way some and i got over it to go stand in line to buy tickets. Brief conversation with some girl regarding the t-shirt i was wearing at the time, doraemon if you care to know,and, lemme fast forward here [--ohh, waiting in line to get in--now waiting for the first act to get on...juvenile kids attempting hipness of sorts--] to the first band. In all honesty, I have no idea what they called themselves (i'm also too lazy to look it up, i guess) and i didn't think they were very good. The only vibes I got from them were metally Led Zeppelin wannabes who looked like a little bit like nirvana (well, like, three band guys were grungy). Sadly, i admit that i felt like bursting out in laughter during their set--i just didn't understand why they were there, i suppose. Band #2: Pop Noir. This was fairly better; it was more dancey and they were slightly better looking (the lead singer=bad ass version of ben from the tellers). In regards to the danciness: Some guy i had seen outside, who had quite the acceptable asian friend with him and was generally rather acceptable himself, shimmied his way close to stage, by me, and continued his shimmying--up against me no less! Also during the set, Mr. Bad-Ass Ben Look-a-Like danced across the stage (comparable to the way the teenagers guy did) and eventually went into the crowd to dance among--he rubbed up against me too! What the hells? Is it 'cuz of my ridiculously smooth arms? Is it? IS IT?? I must admit they are naturally ridiculously smooth, though...Anyway, another interesting aspect of Pop Noir was this weird pipey/woodwinded powered keyboard. That was pretty interesting. Indeed.

Shit, this is turning into some long rabble of irrelevant recounts that apparently have no relevance to what the main focus of this post is which is the wombats. So, here we go, were're getting to the good stuff, we're reaching the peak of orgasm, the high before o'd-ing, the onset of the cheeky, saucy, coquettish, crazy lads finally arrived when the curtains rose and all the young kids (probably girls specifically) squealed in anticipated delight. With my amazing psychic skills, I totally predicted this which really freaked me out, they opened with the "Tales of Boys, Girls, and Marsupials" a cappella.

CHECK IT OUT! MURPH! AHHH!! I much enjoyed the eccentric anecdotes shared between songs (ass-less axel rose pants on Tord). They played all the songs off the album, one i wasn't so aware of, and invited the crowd to grab each other's bottoms. I would've preferred that they play some of their older stuff, like "Summer Hit", "Derail and Crash", "We Don't Mean That Much", or "Caravan in Wales" but maybe those kids around me wouldn't know all those classic Wombats tunes. They ended with "Let's Dance to Joy Division" and it got major crazy with people clamoring on stage, including me. I danced the shit outta that song up there, mere inches from Matt (alas, i didn't touch him or whatever, there was also some guy who worked there trying to protect him or some shit like that). I regret not going around to Dan and Tord during my time on stage. My jamming got cut short when some huge-ass security guy grabbed my arm, pulled me to the side, and almost flung me off there. Scary shit.


Here is a picture of the event described above (me on stage, picture taking, while the security guy was dragging me off). All in all great fun. Mincey was there! Tord kinda high-fived me (he backtracked just to get to me)! Mmm. More free stuff too: poster AND sticker.

Sit on my lap. Do it.

Exciting news, anyone? Well, I’ve just recently discovered (like today, like some minutes ago) that the wombats will be back in l.a. in june. Hmmm. This a nice opportunity to, uh, see them actually play and avoid the 3/11 incident again..i just took a glimpse at the info so maybe I’ll delve into it more later.
Other important events to mention! I’m finally on Spring Break (..pshaw—like it fuckin’ matters when you go to school three days outta the five day scholarly week) and i don't know what to do. I've thought about biking around (oh! healthy and environmentally awesome activity, although there are some negative connections i've heard of late) or getting on the train. Bah. Hopefully there'll be theme park adventures.
This was just a ploy to waste space.
Gah..the next post shall have a song i'll make up about something ridiculous or unnecessary. at least that'll be exciting.
Stay tuned please.
And i'm sooooo tired of sex, but titties and genitalia don't cease to amaze me.

Death plays Chess

Pre-grindhouse times there were arthouses. And these arthouses showed boss foreign films that we seldom care about nowadays. Death was often featured playing chess and if he won he took your ungrateful soul with him. Fellini is awesome. Giulietta Masina is an adorably-tangible-Italian-Audrey Hepburn-ish woman. Really, now.

Enough about film related pastimes—here is the most intriguing occurrence of the March 11, 2008: So tonite I was going to see The Wombats (and some other bands I didn’t know about) and I was able to spot but I realized that my originally well thought out scheme wouldn’t work and, indeed, access was denied. Next time I’mma go to MacArthur Park, fools. Anywhat—I roam around, contemplating if I should hang out in the 7-Eleven across the street. After a long while (ie: getting lost a bit on the strange streets) I began my wait kinda behind the damn place and someone walks by me. I don't really care who it is, thinking it was these two people who I had seen momentarily at the crosswalk. It was this guy wearing a black jacket with some sorta plaid shirt deal, black pants, and red shoes, i guess, sporting some wild hair that was slightly reminiscent of an afro. HOLD UP.
What does Matt Murphy look like? Let's refresh our memories, kiddies:


OK. At first I was all thinking, "NO FUCKING WAY" then i slowly thought, "well, maybe." I couldn't clearly see his face even though he looked back at me a few times(once as he initially walked by me and again as he was farther off--possibly because i tried to discreetly follow him for a bit to see if it was really him...i shoulda fuckin' waved, man) because it was dark and he turned to glance at me real quick. I was astonished. I waited a bit more...wishing he'd come back so i could make sure that was him. Lo and Behold!! He returned!! But I didn't see his damn face again...i really thought about yelling something so he'd turn around (maybe, like, "Hey" or "Excuse me" or just "Hello" like one lady said to me as she walked by). I would've known fo sho...i'm pretty fucking sure it was Murph, though. Not damn sure, but pretty sure. And that's more than good enough for me.

I can't believe I missed possible live versions of "lost in the post", "party in the forest" (ohhh, i'm fuckin' pissed..if they played this...uurgh!!), "backfire at the disco", "kill the director", "patricia the stripper", "metro song", "moving to new york" (i hope to accomplish that one fine day), "school uniforms" and the etc. of goodness--shiiiiittt...i can't believe it. Damn 88.

Stop! No! Don't! ...but it feels good

It's like the day that doesn't exist. I'm so tired of sex. Seen my fair share of guys getting stabbed in the groin. Dr. Money, you are a bad person.
i guess i'm back to french; gonna try to get into some italian (getting way into the godfather)--and I'm driving again. Schemery pending, looking forward to the wombats 3/11. Thought i'd have more to say about anything in particular. um, general admiration of the childish actions of the daniel/david guy which amuse me so.

A Midsummer Night's Cream

Please, please tell me that the title there sounds like a porno. Seriously. Shakespearean porno--the Bottom guy with the donkey head and all those fairies and the rest there (Hermia, Lysander, Helena, Demetrius)--I think it's probably been done. If not someone should definitely do it. If I have time I'll try to work on that.

It's not like I was thinking about porn...I just saw that it was an episode title for New Scandinavian Cooking. An ANDREAS VIESTAD episode!! Mmm, I remember the first time I was watching the Scand Cook show and he was on it and he ate the food he cooked on a fjord.

That's really funny, though, the show title. Oh, those Northern Europeans..

I don't know. I finished all the "sides" and it looks quite nice on my wall here. And I watched the wombats in a lift which I thought was strange, yet intriguing. Other than that, I have nothing else to record. I really want to cook. I just want to.

Niggardly! It's a Word! Truly.

Hello. I'm just as surprised as you all should be. Go ahead, look it up just like I did.
I also feel a bit prettier today than I have in a while; that has no relation to the above topic of words. But I guess I do and it's awkward because I look nice and I have nowhere to show up looking like I do. No special occasion or whatever.


Romantic! Oh, so interesting to read about lately. Oh, oh wombats. Wombat Harness; any of you will do right now. M'm, m'm.
This just drones on and on without any real purpose then. Going back to niggardly--quite the spectacle of the english language, eh? So many other words to use and then there's this one.

Puberty at 25 as well as Tasty Type B Blood

I missed The Wombats indefinately. *tear* *tear*


It's terrible that I need to write like that..and also rather strange, I believe. Well, I have been here in the state of Illinois (aaaagain? Home sweet home) for a long time. Taco Bell at 1:30 A.M. for a feast. Hells yes. There isn't much to say, really, other than that. It's been over a year since my first entry! Ho shit. Long time past since the Japan trip (naru-chan!! ima doko da yo?). Generally fun times had by all. When they were all here about a week ago. Wow. Why have I stayed this long (there is an obvious answer, but let us suppose that this proposed question is rhetorical)? I have fallen asleep listening to my cousin talk to this guy (he has a peculiar laugh; it's strangely adorable and what's up with his squinty eyes and why does he look like this other guy who hangs out with a certain friend of mine?) and we have chatted about how to deal with poop. I guess no more chili for her. I suppose we've also realized how old we are (I mean, we've practically known each other since forevah) and how old we might become (grandparents?). I guess we can look forward to these kind of visits later. We can look back and be all, "Remember that guy with the weird laugh?" and "Oh yeah. I ended up marrying him." Well, it might not be that likely to happen, but how scandalous would that be?

Of no Significance

Here I proclaim to The Wombats: change your schedule in Los Angeles. What's the use of pleading when I neglect to look at plans ahead of time. The horrible, wretched, immoral, unnecessary irony of it all. The speculation and absence of the problem.