Tripee

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Gotta say, very trippy, very cool...

Chacho, you've made the cut.

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This family must really like this goddamn parrot. Chacho, you've made the cut.

oh six

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I heard a lot of weird noises tonight, and the family I share a wall with was fighting. Someone screamed, and there was a bang, and then shouting and then nothing. I was freaked.

I listen to a lot of thumping electronic music, and because I'm so damn deaf, I always wonder how loud it is. I wonder if people hate it and get angry.

When I realized that at least these people were fighting about something other than my music, cause none was on, I felt better about the whole thing, and put some music on to celebrate.

On an unrelated note.

This is disturbing.

LA Hearts the Prius

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I never thought I'd have any contempt for the eco-friendly side of automobiles, but I'm finding Prius drivers piss me off as much as SUV drivers. Maybe because the Prius was the first hybrid car, but the drivers seem to share the same sense of self-entitlement that the first SUV owners did, albeit without wasting as much gas.

Look at this shit man, three Priuses, parked virtually next to each-other. And I'll bet you that if all three of the drivers emerged from Trader Joe's at the same time they'd share a glib little wink knowing that they, and they alone, had the balls to step up and do something. They'd then sit the groceries on an empty passenger seat, and accelerate slowly.

Maybe I'm being to harsh. I don't agree with the amount of fuel SUV's consume which isn't the case here, but something about Los Angeles causes people to be obvious - and the rapid adoption of the Prius is no surprise. It's not enough to just be eco-friendly here - neon door-handles and recycled foods kinda thing, everyone needs to know it. Be the most. I bet someone in a Beige Prius would judge someone in a silver Prius because the silver contains a dye that contains a trace-element of some ancient tribe's rainforest alter or some shit. Just so long as you know you know something they don't know, and you're righter because of it.

Whatever, only time is going to explain all this away. One day we'll look back at the day when we could get petrol out of giant tubes in the ground, instead of killing a farmer or going down on a banker. We don't realize the power we waste day to day because it's not in our nature to be in awe for too long - once the awe wears off, we feel entitled.

And then we buy beige.

Eli Eats Bacon

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Whenever I see something like this I honestly wish I was that size again just so that a single piece of bacon would seem gigantic. It's a proportion thing, and I honestly get jealous of how much food that must seem like to Eli there, those two strips of bacon. Look how slowly he's eating it, look how individual each bite is. I have been known to eat a whole animated farm in one sitting, but it could take this little man a full ten minutes to eat, and love, just one strip of bacon. God bless you Eli. God bless you and your warless bacon.

BizirthDizay

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What is it about birthdays that really let you know how far you’ve come, and how far you have yet to go. They didn’t used to be like that, but just like clockwork, each year becomnes a referrendum on the last.

They used to be the happiest day of you’re whole fuckin life. Friends. Water-guns. Cake. Presents. Crying hysterically because one of your water-guns broke. Kites in trees. More presents. What the hell could be better than that?

Right around twenty two birthdays began to lose their shine. Suddenly I didn’t want that many people to know that I’d attained an age beyond my output, that life’s tortoise had slowly walked by me as I hit on all kinds of forest ladies, and took many naps.

Now with each year I wonder if I’ll finally attain the glory that last year promised. I wonder if this year I’ll unlock the combination I’ve been looking for, rocketing my life to the status and wealth I dream about. Like Vegas wealth. Or, much like how it’s been so far, will it be another year of quaint-lessons and small leaps towards occasional bounds. I hope it’s a little of both frankly. I do think I’m getting smarter, or rather, less naïve, and with that has to come some payback, some crust of an affirmation that this plan, while unplanned, is correct.

Who knows. 26 was an interesting year, faceless. It reminds me of twenty two. Twenty seven seems more official, maybe if only because it’s one closer to thirty, and one farther from twenty-five. I’ve always enjoyed getting older, and If I’ve learned from the many lessons I manage to get myself learnin’, I think I’ll enjoy being wiser also.

And now here's a video of a kid fainting at a spelling bee, who then gets right up and spells the word correctly. That kid's name? America.


Collected and In-Sight

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Instead of actually paying my bills I put them in a pile and move them about my desk. For some reason this comforts me.