"…Hey, don’t be crushed… let’s get a juice sometime. Esca-later!"
— Ted Homosexual
If life were a movie… every possible situation/ aspect of day-to-day life (that I can think of) would just be exponentially better. Bad hair days, embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions, and unsightly skin conditions would all cease to exist. Deep-seated psychological traumas would make people “quirky” instead of tragic/depressing/flat-out-weird; awkward silences would always be filled with well-timed and situation-appropriate music; and uncomfortable/traumatic memories could be easily shaken-off by laughing about them. Arguments between friends could always be resolved with small but meaningful gestures that prove just how well they know each other and longtime feuds between family members would be comically diffused at holiday get-togethers through the sarcastic witticisms that seep out during dinner. Also, people would realize that Uggs make their feet look stupid and the Starbucks on campus would get my order right every once-in-a-while...
Unfortunately for me, my life is not a movie. I can’t cast my friends and family or script my conversations a day in advance so I always seem intelligent, balanced, and just plain awesome… and I don’t think I’ll ever have my own catch-phrase (but I’m not willing to completely abandon that dream yet). Point being: we should embrace the gut-wrenching discomfort of life as welcome change from the mundane… which is why I am making this… thingamagig- so that I can share, with everyone, my experiences as a completely uninteresting, relatively normal person in the hopes that there is someone else out there who can relate to the unpleasant happenstances in which I frequently find myself (and to force my taste in classic cinema, modern art, and indie music down everyone’s throat… you’ll thank me later).
So let’s all start appreciating the mediocrity of our daily routines… because our lives are not now, and most likely never will be academy-award winning movies… and because I’m relatively certain the Starbucks on campus will never get my order right and I might as well just come to terms with it now.
By the way... I'm Greg. Shoot.
Unfortunately for me, my life is not a movie. I can’t cast my friends and family or script my conversations a day in advance so I always seem intelligent, balanced, and just plain awesome… and I don’t think I’ll ever have my own catch-phrase (but I’m not willing to completely abandon that dream yet). Point being: we should embrace the gut-wrenching discomfort of life as welcome change from the mundane… which is why I am making this… thingamagig- so that I can share, with everyone, my experiences as a completely uninteresting, relatively normal person in the hopes that there is someone else out there who can relate to the unpleasant happenstances in which I frequently find myself (and to force my taste in classic cinema, modern art, and indie music down everyone’s throat… you’ll thank me later).
So let’s all start appreciating the mediocrity of our daily routines… because our lives are not now, and most likely never will be academy-award winning movies… and because I’m relatively certain the Starbucks on campus will never get my order right and I might as well just come to terms with it now.
By the way... I'm Greg. Shoot.
April 12, 2011
April 12, 2011
April 10, 2011
Rollover Melancholy (like rollover minutes… but less desirable)
Although Sundays are usually when I like to press my internal reset button and wipe the slate clean for the following week, occasionally there is some residual black bile that continues to ruminate in my brain well into the next few days. Here is a list of last week’s punches that I just can’t roll with…
1. The Blockbuster near my house closes- ahhhhhHHHHH!!!!! I did however manage to snag the last remaining copy of Solaris that it had. FYI- Solaris is my all-time favorite piece of shit remake and am thrilled about my novelty ownership of the worst movie I have ever seen… in my entire life… ever.
2. Jon Mitchell gets staked- Although I don’t think I would ever want to live in England (Mad Cow… ‘nuff said), my love of the British accent has resulted in quite the obsession with BBC America- specifically the show Being Human. I finally got around to watching the season three finale the other day where George Sands (werewolf) stakes his supernatural bestie Jon Mitchell (vampire) to prevent him from losing control of his “hunger” and killing everyone who rides the train late at night… again. I suppose it was an admirable way to go; but I’m still pretty broken up about it and the twenty-ish percent of my soul that I like to invest emotionally in television has yet to recover.
3. Chemistry- Chemistry is stupid and my professor is obviously the real-world manifestation of a character J.K. Rowling opted out of using in her books. Nothing good can ever come from taking a class taught by a professor with an English name, Russian accent, and Chilean origin (WTF?- my sentiments exactly).
It looks like a poster for Wicker Man is in this photo which is another really really really bad movie- its hilarical if you’re in the right kind of mood and enjoy laughing at things that weren’t meant to be funny.
April 10, 2011
"Life is not a musical; it’s a board game and a delicious cereal."
— Chelsea Lately
April 10, 2011
Something in Common- Free Energy
I’ve been listening to this song on a constant loop for the past 51 minutes (basically while I was setting all this stuff up); and while right now, listening to it is making me physically ill… for the first 49 minutes it was my new favorite song so… ENJOY!
