But more than that, its time for the onslaught of horrible, god-awful abominations that are Christmas movies. Gone are the days of Rudolph and Frosty, in all their claymation filled glory. Now are the times of hastily written single joke concept movies starring whatever two fairly attractive Hollywood stars feel like adding a “romantic holiday family comedy” to their IMDB page. Think about it. What movies have come out over the past few years alone? Santa Claus 3 (why God, why?), Christmas with the Kranks (ironically also with Tim Allen), Fred Klaus, and this years big Christmas spectacular, 4 Christmases.

So, I’d like to let everone know my favorite Christmas movie. Maybe you can also turn to its greatness in this, our time of cinematic need.

Die Hard.

It’s a movie. Set in Christmas time. Hence, I’d say it qualifies as a Christmas movie. Plus, it has Alan Rickman, so you can tell your girlfriend that it’s like Love Actually, except more badass and without getting all hung up on the whole “Christmas should be about love and emotions” bull.

So do yourself a favor. Pull up a blanket, heat up some cocoa, and warm your heart with some high octane John Mclaine blowing the shit out of Christmas. I know I will.

But I needed to say one thing. I figured out how to accurately describe a good bowl of Broccoli Cheddar soup. I would say its somewhat like Captain America’s tears of joy that were used to fuel Optimus Prime while he pushed the stone away from the tomb the first Easter. That seems about accurate.

Also today is the election. I haven’t voted yet, I have to go after work. And as of this post, about 5 hours before I go to fulfill my sacred patriotic duty, I still don’t know who I’m voting for. It’s my first presidential election I get to vote in, and if they’re all as difficult as this one my life is going to be a hellish, tense and nerve-wracking process every 4 years. That is, until we evolve to our next step in civilization and decide who wins by way of a series of skill based competitions including a footrace, jenga, and minesweeper.

At nighttime, Vegas is like a grown-ups’ carnival with boobs. In the daytime, its like you have a permanent hangover, even when you didn’t drink the night before. You just spend the day waiting for the night so you can dress all fancy thinking maybe someone might look at you over their liquor, in which case it most definately would be best to look nice, because I’ll be damned if a drunken stranger thinks I’m unattractive. The days ar filled with conversations like:

“What do you wanna do?”

“I don’t know. Wanna check out the pool”

“Yeah, sure. I guess.”

Pointless. And when you’re leaving you spend a solid hour or so on the road thinking how overratted strip clubs are and how they’re all whores and that one named “Ecstasy” should go die. Then you get home and you think to yourself, “Damnit, it was a fun  trip. I want to go back.”

Screw you Vegas. Screw you.

On the bright side, I have well over a hundred porn cards. They hand ‘em out like crazy!!

Am I the only one who was super excited to vote before I turned 18? Am I the only one who had my older brother’s friend vote for me in 2004 becuase he otherwise didn’t care and I wanted to vote but couldn’t? Either way, I feel like this election seems like less of a debate and more of everyone just taking the opportunity to complain and blame moan about how much they hate everything. Sure, have your dissentions and disagreements, but if you’re the type who will never be happy with who’s in power, then I hate you.  I just got all burnt out on the whole partisan thing.

But damnit if I don’t love the West Wing.

from noise addicts some guy told his laptop to turn the digits of pi into music….
The software progressively calculates the sequence of digits in pi, starting at 3.14 and progressing towards infinity. As the program calculates the digits, it feeds the results into an algorithmic music generator containing my structural criteria for house music. The resulting piece of house music is infinitely long and static and never repeats itself.
Musical Pi

House

grenade+lamp= awesome
I found an oil lamp I really like

Cool oil lamp

awesome shelf

beer glasses


hypebeast.

awesome moon jar

smallest book

Fashion

cool baseball arm band

i love tokyo flash

more tokyo flash

awesome watch
I love watches

Also, I’ve decided I hate money. You want more of it just so you can get rid of it. Dumb. On the plus side, I just bought Iron Man. Today is not a total loss. Happy Independence Day, Lesotho.

First off let me say welcome you dumb dumb stupid people. Ok, so I can be kind of a jerk, you either were so offended you left or you stuck around. If its the latter then I feel like I have established it early on so that you cant bitch about it later.

Second off let me say that I am pretty excited for this blog. David (hereafter reffered to as: bitch, miller, countertop) was really excited about the four of us starting a blog. He’s been working pretty hard to get this thing up and running and i have to give him credit for that. See I can be considerate.

Third off, I’ve been trying to figure out how I want to do my posts. I know that I want to have some stream of consciousness world view type posts. I dont think I’ll post a lot of: first i got up and noticed my door was open, took shower, combed hair. I know that I want to post up stuff that I like and that I find. I have alot of blogs that I follow and I will probably present my favorites from them to you (I’ll have to try to define who you is later).

Most of you know by now that the four of us will no longer be continuing this blog, our shared residence or our friendship. I don’t want to place blame here. I want to keep this short and sweet.

No matter whose side you fell on throughout this ”carpet fiasco” I want to thank you.

enough of that nice guy crap.

everyone else sucks. check out firstdoorontheleft.com