07/14/05 4:01am - It's official, by this time Tuesday morning Brandon and I will be aboard an Amtrak train headed back from NYC after seeing the 2 Skinnee J's play a show aboard a 500 person ship cruising around New York Harbor. After a gread deal of hesitation and deliberation regarding when we would return and how exactly we'd get there, I booked the train tickets today and locked us in to two days of ridiculousness. Our train leaves Dover NH at 9:51am on Monday, we transfer in Boston, and arrive in NYC at 6pm. The boat leaves the dock at 8 and returns around 11pm. After that, the plan is to bum around the city for a few hours until our train home leaves Penn Station at 3:15am, we transfer in Boston again and get back to Dover at 11:15am on Tuesday. It isn't as though I have an actual sleep schedule anyway so this should just be pure fun. Look for a plethora of pictures when I return, that is if I don't destroy my camera for good this time. 06/02/05 4:14am - Anouncement: It's official, Dane Cook's new CD "Retaliation" will be released July 26th, let the anticipation begin! 05/26/05 3:47am - I stumbled into "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" on Monday. By stumbled in I mean that Jen and I wanted to see a movie and we went to the theater with that intention but upon arrival where less than thrilled with the selection and with time constraints and no other ideas we rolled the dice and got our tickets. (for the record the showing ended up being for the two of us and one random middle aged gentleman who came in just before the film started). I'm not going to get into a review of the movie here, check my journal for that, I want to talk about one small part. There is a gun in the movie called the "Point of View" gun that when shot at someone it causes them to see things from the shooters point of view for a few secconds. Now, I don't mean in a physical, "Being John Malcovich" sort of way, they get to fully understand how other people feel about things and see the interperatation of their own actions from a different point of view. I can't express my longing for such a device. I was cursed with a larger than average scope of perspective on life and no amount of talk about it being a good thing will make it easier to try and explain the workings of life to people who don't share this "gift". I've in the past written it off as simply greater common sense but lately I feel like it's more than that, like I'm here to calm people down, give them pause from their problems and provide a haven of sanity. I've thought long and hard and I don't remember signing up for that shit, take me off the mailing list. 04/22/05 8:22pm - So first off it's before midnight so this entry is clearly gonna suck but I'm at work and bored just before my break so I thought I'd throw something new up here. I guess the biggest event, though only second hand, is that this girl Andrea who I work with was in a motorcycle accident over the weekend and, get this, factured her spine in 4 places. That's not even hearsay, that's the confirmed diagnosis from our manager here, crazy. It doesn't mean much of anything here at work except that i'll have a little more to do but it's sort of a strange atmosphere. It's one of those situations where it's someone we work with who we know only so well so we know we should feel something but nobody's quite sure what. All I know is from what her friends tell me and I guess she's in good spirits and gearing up for what promisses to be some pretty serious rehab time, hope it all works out for her. In happier news I'm in a good mood today, felt very loved as I checked in with IM this afternoon when I got up. I was in Brandon's profile and while he may be mildly retarded it still made me feel special and for the reccord, yes B, if the party falls on a day i'm working i'll just take it off, can't miss another Michaud blowout. I also wrote a friend a quick note just to wish her well, and she quoted it in her away message which I found very cool. Hopefully these are good omens for the week (a short week at that being that I left early on Wednesday and called in last night) as long as I can fend off this cold and nobody here drives me to stab them to death is should be all to the good. 04/11/05 4:51pm - Brought my car down to the auction house today to be sold on Satruday. It was a bittersweet errand. It was my first car, a 1996 Grand Am that I purchased in 1998 with the help of my parents. I thought it was the pimpmobile in highschool, a two year old car that was semi-sporty and looked almost new. We had some good times. There were trips to Canada, numerous long drives to NH or RI and back. There were excursions to basketball games all over the state and late night runs to nowhere in particular with friends who's faces I barely remember now. After a few mysterious dents, a near run-in with a dear that lead to a run-in with a ditch, three new bateries, two exhausts three alternators a completely new rear end, new drivers side window motor and countless other "issues", the cars life with me was full and is now at an end. Will I miss it? No, but in a nastalgic sort of way i'm sad to see it go. But, with any luck its replacement, which I plan to obtain in a few weeks, will fill the void and then some. 03/30/05 3:46am - A few words about the new Gwen Stafani single. That damn "Rich Girl" song was so overplayed that it made me consider masicism as a reasonable alternative to ever listening to 95 Tripple X again, and I shared this opinion with anyone who would listen. And now she has a new song, "Hollaback Girl". I like this song in that "I'm gonna hate this song when it's played into the ground in two weeks", sort of way. But my positive opinion of the song is tempered by these issues: 1) I have no idea what a "Hollaback Girl" is. 2) I have a feeling that she could litteraly be singing "blah, blah, blah, shit, shit, shit" and I would like it just as much because the beat is tight and it's Gwen Stafani swearing which I find incredibly hot. (I use the word tight all the time, don't give me any shit about it) 3) And here's my real problem, if someone came up to me on the street and said "soon there will a song and part of the chorus will be 'ohh, this my shit, this my shit' (note the lack of a complete sentance) and the phrase 'this shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S' will be repeated over and over again, and you will like this song". I would certainly look this person in the face and tell them they were mistaken and then back away slowly because I found it odd that some random person would stop me and tell me this while I was walking down the street. But, I do find myself enjoying the song which makes me wonder if I'm super lame. So as I sit listening to the song now, I question both my charecteristically good tase in music as well as my own masculinity. |
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