The windows are open. The sky is black. The shine from the streetlight tint the trees yellow. I'm trying to get in as much cool air as possible. The Summer is creeping in, it is; heat is mine enemy and I am a friend to bluer temperatures. And on that cool night air is the sound of yet another merry Mexican party. Their celebratory mingling floats on late Spring wind, lead by a singer popping hurrahs to the music's downbeat, transmitting the festivity and the joy to those less jolly. What is it to be happy? I forgot long ago. Whatever it is, it includes a thumping Tuba oompa bass line.
I tuned into Channel 26. Japanese programming was featured and as such, was accompanied by commercials set by local Japanese businesses. These were great fun. I stared in amusement at what may or may not have been said. The B-grade quality to the video gave it an endearing charm no Hollywood-style production could emulate. Colorful Kanji hit the screen, big and bold, telling of all the deals available this coming week. There was one commercial with cherries. Just cherries. Viciously deep red cherries aplenty. They may have been different varieties, I don't know, but they did look mighty tasty.
[side note: Red Dwarf, Series VII, "Back In The Red" on channel
22, 11:30 p.m.]
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
The Petty Goodbye
I want to blow my head off for the most petty of reasons. Not for the worries of the
world or the loss of a loved one, no, I want to bleed for the stupidest fucking shit
you've heard.
Too much ice in my glass of soda? Bang!
No place to sit down? Bang!
The light stays too long on red? Bang!
The life I do not have has been without distinction and no markers of acclaim have been left in this impermanent world. It is only just that I go to my end because of the most trifling of reasons.
I'll go goodbye because there aren't enough marshmallows in my cereal.
world or the loss of a loved one, no, I want to bleed for the stupidest fucking shit
you've heard.
Too much ice in my glass of soda? Bang!
No place to sit down? Bang!
The light stays too long on red? Bang!
The life I do not have has been without distinction and no markers of acclaim have been left in this impermanent world. It is only just that I go to my end because of the most trifling of reasons.
I'll go goodbye because there aren't enough marshmallows in my cereal.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
I Ask Myself
It was long ago I ceased to live a life.
I ask myself in these pseudo-conscious days of now, "What the fuck am I still doing here?"
I ask myself in these pseudo-conscious days of now, "What the fuck am I still doing here?"
Friday, May 7, 2010
La-Di-Commercial-Da
It's 2 something in the afternoon. The TV is on and I'm waiting for Bonnie Hunt to get past her opening monologue so that I can gawk at today's guest, Mira Sorvino. While waiting with eyes on my computer screen and somewhat half-listening to the telly, my ears suddenly perk up to some instrumental piece playing during a commercial break.
Oh commercial music! How fine your ditties might be!
I look up at the television and see it's the advertisement for the anti-depressant, Pristiq. The odd thing is I've come across this the commercial before and hardly noticed the tune playing in the background. It took a look-away for me to finally hear the fine little melody playing.
Pom-pom-pa-rum-pom! Pom-pa-rum-pom-pom!
If Pristiq works like the tune that accompanied it then it is a fine drug indeed. From personal experience, if Prozac had a tune it would be some gnarly speed metal track.
When charmed by a select piece of music in a commercial I do search to obtain a copy. More often than not,however, I fail to come across an actual mp3 because enough information just isn't available. Artist:Unknown. There was a minivan commercial and a Weight Watchers one too that had bits of music I could not place in my mp3 player, to my chagrin. I have been able to grab the Helio ditty. I like that one. There was a second piece as well.
Should you head over to the official website for Pristiq you'll across their commercial I've mentioned and what do ya' know it?! An mp3 download! Splendid! Now if only car and diet companies were like this . . . darn.
All this talk about commercial music gets me a thinkin', where did it all start? Aha! It must have been that Mitsubishi Eclipse one!
What's your favorite commercial music?
[note: Depressed wind-up tin toy? Greatest thing ever? Indeed!]
Oh commercial music! How fine your ditties might be!
I look up at the television and see it's the advertisement for the anti-depressant, Pristiq. The odd thing is I've come across this the commercial before and hardly noticed the tune playing in the background. It took a look-away for me to finally hear the fine little melody playing.
Pom-pom-pa-rum-pom! Pom-pa-rum-pom-pom!
If Pristiq works like the tune that accompanied it then it is a fine drug indeed. From personal experience, if Prozac had a tune it would be some gnarly speed metal track.
When charmed by a select piece of music in a commercial I do search to obtain a copy. More often than not,however, I fail to come across an actual mp3 because enough information just isn't available. Artist:Unknown. There was a minivan commercial and a Weight Watchers one too that had bits of music I could not place in my mp3 player, to my chagrin. I have been able to grab the Helio ditty. I like that one. There was a second piece as well.
Should you head over to the official website for Pristiq you'll across their commercial I've mentioned and what do ya' know it?! An mp3 download! Splendid! Now if only car and diet companies were like this . . . darn.
All this talk about commercial music gets me a thinkin', where did it all start? Aha! It must have been that Mitsubishi Eclipse one!
What's your favorite commercial music?
[note: Depressed wind-up tin toy? Greatest thing ever? Indeed!]
Monday, April 26, 2010
Here's To You, Miss
As lonely as I am and however seemingly content with it I may look, I do yearn to be with another. It's not something I'll declare on stage - just like with all troubles - but this is my blog so I'll go ahead and stand now for the sake of record. Plus, it really, really sucks to have felt what I felt last Friday morning. So remember this, butt-nut. Why remember it? My misery is all I've got so I tote it around like how I used to carry a box of Animal Crackers by its string handle. This one is an elephant.
You're dreaming. You're on a bed. There's a girl with you. She's fond of you. She makes her move and you are enveloped in her embrace. Her kisses.
Then you wake up.
Those 10 seconds hurt. I woke up broken. I knew that girl in the dream who loved me so. She crushed on me back in middle school. For all my troubles with women and all the years of quiet rejection by many a female smile, she stood out as the one who was kindest and most sincere. It took courage for her to let me know how she felt, which ironically became what I sought and have never received from girls before and after her.
I am weary of the flirtation game. It's an utterly perplexing Mexican Hat Dance, a drawn-out and fatiguing ritual where the obvious is ignored (just pick up the god damn hat!) and people continue to flutter their eyes and throw half-meant compliments. In my crazy and wacky world of admiration, if I like a girl, then I'll tell a girl directly how I feel. I guess that isn't enough. I have to twirl around, stick my cock out and say a few "hey baby, babies."
To that girl in the dream, I thank you. I felt like shit that morning but I'll forever remember you as the girl with the sincerity and honesty I now long for and judge every pretty face by. Here's to you, Miss K!
You're dreaming. You're on a bed. There's a girl with you. She's fond of you. She makes her move and you are enveloped in her embrace. Her kisses.
Then you wake up.
Those 10 seconds hurt. I woke up broken. I knew that girl in the dream who loved me so. She crushed on me back in middle school. For all my troubles with women and all the years of quiet rejection by many a female smile, she stood out as the one who was kindest and most sincere. It took courage for her to let me know how she felt, which ironically became what I sought and have never received from girls before and after her.
I am weary of the flirtation game. It's an utterly perplexing Mexican Hat Dance, a drawn-out and fatiguing ritual where the obvious is ignored (just pick up the god damn hat!) and people continue to flutter their eyes and throw half-meant compliments. In my crazy and wacky world of admiration, if I like a girl, then I'll tell a girl directly how I feel. I guess that isn't enough. I have to twirl around, stick my cock out and say a few "hey baby, babies."
To that girl in the dream, I thank you. I felt like shit that morning but I'll forever remember you as the girl with the sincerity and honesty I now long for and judge every pretty face by. Here's to you, Miss K!
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