Archive for ‘Uggh’

April 8, 2008

The picture box is the devil.

Tonight I found myself flipping between Hell’s Kitchen and Reaper. Lately I’ve been eating dinner on the couch, in front of the TV watching either sports (NCAA basketball and MLB baseball) or artsy shows (Dancing With The Stars and American Idol). It could be worse. I could be watching Flavor of Love or The Hills or Moment of Truth.

But take another look at the two shows I caught myself watching. That’s a bad theme. Neither show was on channel 6 or 66…thank heavens! So could this be a sign? Is someone or something trying to tell me that I’m watch too much TV? Am I getting sucked in to the temptation of the airwaves? Are they giving me a false, but hollow sense of pleasure?

Yes, and that someone or something that’s pointing this out is my own brain. It’s suffocating inside my head because it lacks educational and creative stimulation. Maybe that’s why I went to Borders today to look at Spanish dictionaries and tutorials (I won a $25 gift card on concert t-shirt spirit day). But it doesn’t stop there. I also got myself into Sudoku puzzles after seeing someone on the bus working on one…and guess what, I solved a couple!

On the weekends I’m trying to stay active, but on the weekdays I just get home from work and lay on the couch until it’s time to lay in bed. That needs to change, and it starts with boycotting that cube of doom in my living room.

March 5, 2008

a pot of gold at the end of a reading rainbow

I’ve never been much of a reader, but the other day I went to Powell’s, and I actually bought a book without any recommendation or previous knowledge of it…an impluse buy. Sure, I had an encounter with a girl there, but that’s not something I should blog about, in the name of not being creepy.

Uggh, me, me, me. The book. It’s called Rock On: An Office Power Ballad by Dan Kennedy. He actually autographed this copy.

Anyway, it’s his story about landing a job in the music industry at a record label in NYC. It’s just an everyday story told in an everyday voice. I’m only 40 pages in, but so far this is why I like it:

1. The narrator/author used to be a copywriter in the ad industry.
2. He mentioned Oregon.
3. He mentioned Genesis, the band, not the bible thing.
4. He makes list.
5. He talks about giving women nicknames based on first impressions or encounters.

I laughed out loud when he mentioned something about people with glasses looking smart no matter what they’re doing, and I’ve totally been thinking about getting glasses.

February 6, 2008

A day without deodorant is like a day without sunshine.

p35.jpgI haven’t been able to solve the case of the missing deodorant stick. Mr. Body Odor Muter disappeared a couple days ago and I can’t figure out where he went. I haven’t traveled recently, not even to the parents’ house.

So I tried to go without and just mask any natural fumes with an extra squirt of cologne. But I am pretty scent-conscious and I was definitely making an effort of catching a whiff of my natural scent…which I did. It smelled like 9 out of 10 guys on the bus. Therefore, I had to make an emergency run to the grocery store and pick up a back-up stick. Problem is it’s a solid. It’s made by the same company so I just hope it will get me through the week. I will be turning my room upside down to find that fugitive gel stick.

January 6, 2008

New Years Resolutions Revealed


I figured I’d better get my resolutions published now. The new American Gladiators premiers tonight, and I know I’m going to want to blog about it, so I don’t want to mess with the chronological flow of my entries (it’s OK to be delayed with these things, but never out of order). Here they are. I believe I’ve lived up to all of them so far:

1. BE MORE INTERESTING. It’s that simple. I need to read more, think more, do more, and be more. If Extreme Ironing doesn’t pan out, I’m going to need to have something to fall back on. The Vibra-Slap II that Cody gave me for Christmas could be just what I’m looking for.

2. DO NOT CONSUME FRIED POTATOES. The only exception is the occasional shredded hashbrowns, such as what you’ll find in a Cricket omelet or as part of a Grand Slam. But everything else is out: French fries, curly fries, tater tots, potato chips and potato cakes. Mashed potatoes and baked potatoes will be in high demand, and I am already very disappointed that Fords on 5th offers neither of these—only potato chips or potato salad (yuck!).

3. WATCH LESS TELEVISION. The NFL is into the playoffs, so there will only be a couple games each week, and the college football season has wrapped up (I really don’t care about Ohio St. vs. LSU). Sure there will be Duck basketball and the Portland Trailblazers, but I can just go to those games. The only things I see keeping me glued to the tube will be the new season of Lost and the aforementioned American Gladiators…maybe American Idol, but only if there are a lot of hotties…I mean talented singers.

4. COMPLETE THREE SPEC ADVERTISING CAMPAIGNS. This is getting ridiculous. It’s been almost two years since I graduated, and I still don’t have a completed portfolio. I have the tools, and most of the resources, so I need to make it happen. It may be time for me to start carrying that idea journal everywhere I go. I need to start exposing my ad crushes. Thumbnails, thumbnails, thumbnails. I cannot let this blog be the only thing displaying my ideas.

December 22, 2007

Short Story

One upon I time I thought a good storyline was developing. Then I realized it was just a bunch of fiction with a good hook that sucked me in. Some told me to keep reading. I say it’s the end.

December 20, 2007




The other night I had to take the bus home after a Blazer game. I got the MAX at the Rose Garden and got off between 3rd and 4th Street to catch my normal bus. It was rainy, so I sat on the bench in the shelter. Of course, no one else wanted any part in sitting next to me, or even under the shelter. I guess it’s because I look so suspicious with my hood on.The other night I had to take the bus home after a Blazer game. I got the MAX at the Rose Garden and got off between 3rd and 4th Street to catch my normal bus. It was rainy, so I sat on the bench in the shelter. Of course, no one else wanted any part in sitting next to me, or even under the shelter. I guess it’s because I look so suspicious with my hood on.

Finally, a large gentleman got under the shelter. His main objective was checking the bus schedule; staying dry was just a bonus. He smelled like bologna and Fritos, a combination I have smelled before.

As I raised my head to see whose scent that was, a flash of light whisked through my line of sight like a shooting star. But it wasn’t a piece of space debris burning up in the atmosphere, oh no, it was a cigarette butt, and it landed two feet in front of me. It was from the hootrats standing  by the building. I thanked them with a stare.

More and more people gathered around and under the bus shelter, including one guy who stood right in front of me, and over the extinguished cancer straw. He asked another man standing beside me if he could use his phone “to call Tri-Met and check on the time.” The “connected” man gave him a funny look and replied, “it’ll be here.” I almost chimed in with a studio audience “Ooooo!” or a little “fight, fight, fight!” chant, but I just stayed quiet.

December 13, 2007

Why didn’t I go to UW?

Oh yeah, this is why:

It’s like it never ends.

November 15, 2007


Dennis has left the building, and my once mighty Oregon football squad has ducked out of the national spotlight. This time the BCS didn’t screw us over. This time we screwed ourselves over. And injuries didn’t help. Neither did our helpless back-up quarterback. It’s not entirely his fault. This system wasn’t made for him. But where was our defense? Sure we held them to three points in the second half, but why couldn’t we stop them in the first half?

We all saw the way Oregon collapsed after Dixon left the game, and we can all see what a huge part of the team he is. I still feel he should win the Heisman simply because of the impact he has on this team.

It’s still not over; we have a conference title and a spot in the Rose Bowl to fight for. I just wish we had more than two games, or better yet, as Cody suggested, a time machine.

November 6, 2007

What the SCROLL???


My Apple Mighty Mouse is weak. The scroll wheel will only go up, left and right. I can’t zoom out of maps, breeze through my iTunes playlist or revisit those nasty comments I sent a few minutes ago on iChat. This is worse than when the lights in my L.A. Gears burnt out in second grade— I didn’t think anything could beat that.

October 30, 2007

Robert Goulet (1933-2007)


Described as a living 8×10 glossy photo, Robert Goulet “did the music world a friggin’ service” before passing away today at the age of 73. My first exposure to Mr. Goulet came from the SNL skit where he was portrayed by Will Ferrell. I then recreated that impersonation of Mr. G for Halloween 2005. His flesh will be missed, but his legacy will live forever. Baa baa baa bee daa dee doo…immortality…Goulet!