Elton and Animal...am I dreaming??

Posted by s2 | Labels: , | Posted On Friday, May 30, 2008 at 2:48 PM

Time to phone it in for friday afternoon with another piece of youtube magic.



I genuinely love this song. However, it wasnt until I saw Elton John supported by Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem, did I truly become obsessed with the song/video. Frankly I was a bit worried about an outburst from Animal, but much to my delight he seemed to have taken the song quiet seriously.

It's a great song, and if you go back over the last 30 years, few artists compare to him. The performances are fantastic, he's always "on" and not to mention all he's done for the music industry and charities. Yes, I think think that if you truly look at music history, you will see that Animal, is truly without peer.

I hate being Billy Zane

Posted by s2 | Labels: , , , | Posted On Thursday, May 29, 2008 at 8:28 AM

I found another item from the scrapbook that I absolutely had to waste web space on. Once again, I am not sure WHY i saved the things I did, but boy am I glad that I did. In retrospect it appears that the things I saved were the most embarrassing or painful relics of an otherwise happyish childhood. Regardless, I am glad I did, since the more embarrassing or the more painful the item or memory, the more amusing it is to me now as an adult.

So remember how on valentines day in elementary school you had to give everyone a card? I assume this so that some of the more unpopular kids would not feel left out. Well, what I don't think teachers understood was that this little self-esteem building exercise could certainly misfire, despite their best attempts. At best you could expect a nice "To: SoAndSo From: Whoevertheirnamewas" At worst something like "youre gross" (i never got that one though, lets be clear). Well, today I'm going to examine a card that didn't fit in either category. I suppose it fell somewhere in between, but hit a lot harder than "your gross"(seriously though, I wasn't). Ok, so I don't remember alot of details behind what went into this card, so where I have memory gaps, I will just fill with embellishment. As usual.
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I suppose when I first pulled this card from its flimsy paper envelope I was awestruck. I really really loved dinosaurs as a kid, in fact I may have a dinosaur story to share in a future installment. But srsly, I loved em. I suppose only second to my love of dinosaurs was my love of the sexy stylings of the saxophone. So you could imagine my heart racing when I pulled this gem out. At this point I had no idea who it was from, but I could only imagine that it was from my soul mate. Really, who else gives you a sax playing dino card on v-day but someone who not only gets you, but loves you. I think the purple vest and the matching purple sneakers (with heart emblem) was a classy touch, and not only is it a reflection of the spirit of the 80's but also the impeccable fashion sense of an R&B dinosaur. What kind of dinosaur is that even? An Allosaur? Not to digress too much, but do the people at Gibson Grigs want us to think that this is a contemporary dinosaur living today, or was the saxophone invented in the late Jurassic period?

The final point I would like to make about the front of the card is the message. "You're 1st Class". Wow. Ever travel in 1st class? If you have then you know how heavy that statement really is. I mean, it doesn't get any better than 1st class. 2nd class is nothing to complain about, but 1st class? And to employ a teal sax playing dino to convey that message...shit, thats practically a marriage proposal.

In my greatest moment of triumph, carried on a swell of awe and emotion I turn the card around to see who my mysterious worshiper could possibly be:

*gasp*

Oh how wicked the fates can be. What foul demon contrived this little bit of torture? Why raise a man (ok, 10 year old boy) to such heights only to throw him down on the bitter rocks below?! This was the ultimate "F you".

I believe I can remember some of this at least. I remember I had a "girlfriend" in 5th grade (what a wild year). You know when you say you are "boyfriend-girlfriend" but don't even hold hands, yet somehow the moniker meant something at that age? Well it did...for some reason. I remember Ann being "girlfriend" with alot of guys back then. I suppose I was just a stepping stone on the way to bigger and better things. Things like Dermano Garcia. Who, to be completely fair had one of those cool Michael Jackson Thriller jackets. That went along way back then.

One jacket to rule them all...

I don't really blame her. I didn't have much to offer besides like jelly bracelets. Dermano had the jacket. It was the ultimate trump card. I should know better than to go against that. However, apparently back then I didn't. From the tone of the card, it appears that I was pleading my case, trying to win back what I had lost to the jacket. I guess the subtle hints were lost on me (I went on to display a lifetime pattern of missing subtle hints). Her ONLY option was to end it in a clear/cruel fashion in the only medium she had left. The Valentines day card. While the message may have been a tad harsh, I do respect her conviction. It's rare that people know what they want so quickly, that they refuse to give it up for anything. It's a gift. She knew what she had with Dermano.

She started with an apology, which I believe does convey that there is some warmth there. She understood better than I did, that it just couldn't work out. She probably tried her best to let me down easily, but sometimes the straight approach is needed. What she didn't need to do was add two exclamation points. I would have got the message with a period. One exclamation point might sting, two...well that's a stomach punch.

I never knew what became of Dermano, he moved a short time later, no doubt taking Ann's heart with him. Probably in one of the many zipper compartments on the jacket. I believe Ann recovered, but I'm sure she never forgot Dermano and what he meant to her for that brief torrid time in 1987. I know I haven't. It's just like Titanic if you think about it...and apparently I'm the Billy Zane guy. I really hate being Billy Zane.

I suck.

Balloon Anxiety: An Update

Posted by s2 | Labels: , | Posted On Wednesday, May 28, 2008 at 1:42 PM

There has been a profoundly disturbing turn in the Ballon Anxiety Disorder (BAD) case. The subject was observed releasing balloons out of a house window a couple of days ago. I'm gonna let that sink in for a minute. He let them go. On purpose. This is BAD.

I know what you are thinking, "it could have been an accident". Well, I was there man, you weren't . This was cold and calculated. This was no accident. I saw him take one, stick his arm out the window and let it go. He repeated the exact method moments later with the second balloon. He appeared only slightly remorseful. His only defense was a quiet, mumbled: "balloon...up...sky". Thats as good as an admission of guilt.

I've been pouring over case notes trying to figure out at what point this turn in disposition occurred. It does not seem that he cares any less for the balloons. He still covets them when he sees them, and still becomes quite agitated if he is forced to share or abandon a balloon. However, the release of the two balloons the other day has spawned new sets of theories, and only goes to show me that no matter how much research I do, I know absolutely nothing about this condition.

Was the release a freeing? The ultimate act of love and sacrifice for the sake of the balloon? Does he realize that the only way for the balloon to be truly free is to let it fly away, even at the expense of his immediate happiness? Or was it something else. Was it a moment of insanity? Had the frustration of feeling helpless for so long to the need for balloons finally pushed him over the edge? Did he love the balloons so much he had to see to their destruction while in the grip of a terrible madness? No matter what, it's been causing me to wake up at night in a cold sweat.

Unfortunately I feel I havent even touched the tip of the iceberg on this. No treatment plan is in sight. Right now we are just monitoring the behavior and attempting to treat the symptoms as best as we can. If we hit any set backs or make any progress it shall all be documented in this format.

It's a Crystal Cat

Posted by s2 | Labels: , | Posted On Friday, May 23, 2008 at 2:36 PM

I'm gonna let Dan Deacon take us into the holiday weekend.



Amazing, huh?

Just a sweater? Really?!

Posted by s2 | Labels: , | Posted On Thursday, May 22, 2008 at 8:20 AM


Well...Shit.


Seriously though...I do not understand people. As I've mentioned before, the locker room is not the most comfortable of places for everyone. However, for others, I think in their minds, they are all alone in their bathroom or their bottomless solarium. Well, this morning, a fella was getting ready for his work out, but appeared to have gotten distracted mid-way through changing into his work out clothes. I'm guessing this is the case, because he was walking around the locker room (in no big hurry I might add) wearing only his pull over hoodie sweater and headphones. No pants, no undergarmets, no shoes or socks (God, that would have been creepier). It appears that somewhere in between uncovering his genitals and re-covering them back up a super important text message came in. So important that he had to stop getting dressed, cast all modesty and decency to the side, and stroll around the locker room listening to the music, and texting. Free as a bird. Exposed for all to see. Seriously though, who has the ...uh...balls... to do that? It's not like he had anything to brag about. This day is ruined as far as I'm concerned. This is the worse thing to happen in the locker room since this other guy got excited that the song "Mambo #5" came on in one day. Really?!?! Mambo #5?? Someone actually likes that song? Well, I want to write a song and I'll call it Mambo #6 and it's all about shit you aren't supposed to do in the locker room, set to a nice latin beat.
"A little bit of modesty's all you need
Your stupid junk's not what I want to see
There must be something wrong in your brain
Lou Bega's voice causes me great pain"

More than meets the eye...

Posted by s2 | Labels: , | Posted On Friday, May 16, 2008 at 10:11 AM

I recently found a wealth of "material" to dissect (mock) in this format. An absolute cornucopia of the absurd that provides me with no end of chuckle-time. I delightfully refer to the discovery of my childhood scrapbook. What I saved, and why I saved some things is a complete mystery to me. Perhaps here I can solve these mysteries and if not solve them, then at least make fun of what a weird kid i was (am). If I'm lucky I will re-open some old wounds. Because, we all know that pain = funny.

While somethings remain a mystery to me, the following gem does not. In fact this is a work I am still proud of today. I am glad that I had the foresight to hold on to this nugget of creativity/plagiarism, so that I could use it as reminder as to why I will never be an author. I'm pretty sure my writing skills peaked at this point.

I was a big fan of Transformers during their glory years of the early-mid 80s. I had a fair number of the toys, but the cartoon I could not miss. I remember my mom taking me to see the movie, and how shocked I was when Optimus Prime died. I'm not entirely sure I'm over it. At some point in the show (it's all a bit fuzzy) they pulled a soap opera move and brought him back from the dead. I did some half-assed research and I see that this happened during season 3 - 1986/1987.


The cover is pretty decent. Simple, classy. Sure I had some perspective issues with the truck, but it's not terrible. The only change I would go back and make, would be to include a little more space between the top of the cover and start of the text. Other than that it's perfect. Oh, and my penmanship needs work. Like my writing skills, my penmanship peaked at this point as well.



I just launch right into the story. I don't take any time giving you background or setting the scene too much. I assume that the reader is familiar with the Transformers world and what's been going on up to this point. It didn't take me long, but i found the exact episode that I was "inspired" by. The ep. was called Dark Awakening and it aired in Oct. of 86. Assuming I am watching this on first air, this would make me 8 years old...ok...almost 9. I was really hoping it would be older than that :( Anyways, I put the reader right into the heat of battle. The Decepticons, Cyclonus, Scourge and the Sweeps are in hot pursuit of some autobots. There is some typical 8 year old level dialogue and the autobots need to find some place to land. Notice I start in cursive, then quickly abandon it due to effort required to maintain a constant pencil stroke. Interestingly enough, I have not written in cursive since. Click on the pages if you are at all interested in seeing larger images.


I like how consistent I am with the quotations to indicate when a character is speaking. grammar is important to a uh grammar school student. I wonder if the mausoleum referenced in the story was as sloppy as i drew it. I mean, was all Ratchet ever known for was his mechanic skills? Hmmm, Mirage could turn invisible? Thats cool. Sucks he died. Haha "metal plates". Looks like I messed up quite a bit as well, since there appears to be heavy eraser marks under re-written sections. I guess I had to get it just right. Artistically, the space scene is pretty compelling. I took some artistic liberty with adding a Saturn-like planet. To me there is nothing cooler than planets with rings.

Ooh, looks like the gettin's good on these pages. Actual Transformer action. I must have had a special interest in Sky Lynx as he factors heavily into this page and this page only. Wheelie makes a decision to contact him, but it's never revealed in this story as to why. For that matter, isnt it a bit excessive to change into a pterodactyl (peretactyl) , a lynx, AND a space shuttle? Srsly. I also bring in the Duocons (Duelcons) and Throttlebots for no apparent reason, as they do not factor in to the story at all after this. Maybe I tried to cram too much into a small format story? Ultimately I feel that these pages could be removed without affecting the story. No dialogue on these pages either.



The heavy hitters come in here. I always loved it when the smaller ones would form to create a giant (in real life fragile) robot. I have alot of questions regarding the theory in general now, but back then it was magic. I like how the respective leaders order them into the combined forms. "Terrorcons emerge into obomulus". Obomulus, while a cooler name is actually "Abominus". I actually had the Terrorcons, and myself was able to demand them to "emerge" into Obomulus whenever I wanted. In fact this fall, I plan to vote for Obomulus for president. If I remember correctly the Technobots were the nemesis of the Terrorcons. I have no doubt that Computron was at least a match for Obomulus. These guys look familiar, so I think I had them too. I always liked the Decepticons better though. It felt so good to be bad. Poor Obomulus...hit by a mystery blast originating from outside the book. That's no way to go. Especially after such a "Great" battle.



I'm obviously getting bored at this point, as I wrap things up very quickly. I like the "Can't talk now" line before building a ship and zooming off. I spend alot of time summoning Sky Lynx, the Duocons, Throttlebots, etc... but I completely jump over going after Prime and Daniel. Almost as if it was not an important part of the story. You know what, it probably wasnt. I doubt there were any "great battles". But yeah, i was definitely done writing at this point. I do remember that drawing a hallway posed some great challenge. I presume that is Optimus Prime's leg as he darts down the "hall".

The next 4 pages of my book look like this. The story was told, nothing further was required.

All in all, not a bad story. I've read worse. I borrowed heavily from the episode, yet I like to think I put my unique spin on it. Most likely the random battles and the confusing jumps in action. I stayed true to theme of the story, whatever the hell it was. I probably could have tried a little harder on the illustrations, but I've never been one to really give something "my all". I do find it interesting that this theme of mediocrity in my life was set over 20 years ago. Another thing to note, is that I apparently did not do this for a school project, it was just something to kill time as I waited for Night Court to come on. Boy, now that show was pretty fucking awesome.

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