Archive for February, 2006

Brokeback, white people, the big news, and images.

Tuesday, February 28th, 2006

I forgot to mention that I saw Brokeback Mountain. It was great. Very much worth the hype, if you ask me. Solid acting all around, but Ledger really stood out. It was a complete transformation for him and he nailed it. I must say that Ang Lee has really surprised me with this one. I saw Crouching Tiger and thought that it was good, but I’m not sure that I would have guessed that Lee was capable of doing a movie like Brokeback as well as he did.

After careful research [Lynn, Lindsay, Daniel, and I attended an orchid-show at MSU], Lynn has determined that white people love orchids. She’s right, too; place was knee high in Wonder Bread.

Prior to the orchid show, we all went to Golden Harvest in Old Town Lansing. Good gawd, it was delicious. We got there at the worst time and ended up waiting for forty-five minutes before being seated, but it was so, so worth it. The food was lovely. The service was lovely. They played great music and had that Thai hot-sauce with the rooster on the label. If you haven’t been there yet, go. Like, right now. I’m not even joking.

April Fools Day is coming up, isn’t it? I was feeling very in the spirit and bought myself a gift. The one-way kind.

Flight reservation
Sat, Apr 1, 2006
Departs 4:05pm, Arrives 8:07pm
Delta Air Lines 5866 / 428
Detroit, MI to San Francisco, CA

How about something for your eyeballs?


Jena looks stoned. She wasn’t.


I wasn’t stoned, either.


Berry and Jeni. Jeni always looks Hispanic when I photograph her.


See? Well, except for the blue eyes. Wait no… she looks Asian, here.


We were attempting to appear sad, here.


Bartender at Temple was freaking hot.


I don’t even know…


The Parlor. Large servings of ice cream.

Whales, photos, attire-trends.

Friday, February 24th, 2006

I want so much to see this movie. Who’s coming with me?!?

I created a LiveJournal account. I did so so that I could read the blogs of my friends who do the private-posting schtuffs. If you’re one of them, add me. dizzoknows.livejournal.com

Dear fashionable clothing companies,

Please make something that fits me. I know that the current trend is painfully thin men, but I cannot fit into clothing made for such sized humans. I’m of the hunter/gatherer body type; you know, the ones that provided all the food to keep the village alive? Throw me a fucking bone here.

Sincerely,
A pretty much naked guy because you can’t find it in your heart to make a shirt larger than the torso of a 12 year old boy.

This article made it barely possible for me to finish my lunch. I kept spitting pieces burrito into my hand because of joyous laughter. Thank you, Dank. [Seriously, read that thing. It's nine pages long but so, so worth it]

Juliette Lewis has become a musician. I enjoyed her vocals on Hotride, by Prodigy, so I downloaded the album by Juliette and her band. They’re called Juliette and The Licks. It’s not trash, but it’s not great. Maybe just not my thing. Will I see them live if they’re in town? Shit yeah I will. Why, you say? [just pretend you said it]


I’ll see anyone who rocks this hard, that’s why.

I am enjoying the following:
Arctic Monkeys - Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not
Kaiser Chiefs - Employment
Regina Spektor [thanks, Angela!]
The Darkness - One Way Ticket To Hell And Back
Depeche Mode - Playing The Angel
Franz Ferdinand - You Could Have It So Much Better
Belle and Sebastian - The Life Pursuit

While strolling through the other side of the building that I work in, I saw that someone had written this on the dry-erase board that hung in their cubical: “Do everything you do as if you were doing it unto God.” Does this sound like a pretty bad idea to anyone else? Call me crazy… or perverted.

My photography hasn’t improved. I haven’t really been attempting to take good pictures, though. I merely point and shoot, lately. Evidence below…


Angela is like a ninja in the night.


Daniel thinks of saucy times with the mattress in the background.


Lindsay shows me what ‘cheese” is.


Lynn appears to be… I don’t even know. What is this face, Lynn?


Lindsay was tired before the movie; more so after.


Apparently, it’s impossible to get a picture of Daniel with his eyes open.


She can barely contain her excitement for the soon-to-arrive noodles.


Lynn’s dish at Noodles and Company.


Mine. Shit was good. Even the tofu was good. Did I mention good? Good good good.


This is me while ill and immediately after watching the Six Feet Under finale. I was a wreck.


Christina, just before she coated every surface in my apartment with glitter. It looks like Tinkerbell got drunk and threw up all over my stuff.


Angela didn’t see me [or the taking of this photo] coming.


My hair doesn’t really look like that. It was the swimmy/flash effect. Seriously.


Angela’s hair is immune to the swimmy/flash effect.

Feb. 14

Tuesday, February 14th, 2006

February 14.mp3

More things that I dislike, a couple that I enjoy. Also, stuff.

Saturday, February 11th, 2006

I don’t care for makeup.  If you must wear makeup, I prefer that it’s applied in such a subtle manner that I’d not actually notice that you’re wearing it.  Super made-up girls =  what the French call, ‘le ick.’

Long [fake or not], extravagantly painted nails look silly to me.  Often times, those who don such nails aren’t really dressed accordingly; sweatpants, Corona tee shirt, flip-flops, superlongandshinypainted nails…  A message to the urban chicks: longer does not equal better.  If you’re having trouble dialing phone numbers on your cell or are unable to close a ziplock bag without Freddy Kruger-ing it to shreds, you may have gone too far with your nails.  And for the sake of my gender, please refrain from penis-touching.  Freak.

I don’t like drivers.  Any of them.  I mean it.  I drove to Ann Arbor a few days ago and almost every driver that I encountered on that trip was a danger to all things living.  To further illustrate this point, I’ve put together a pie-chart that outlines the different categories that drivers tend to fall into.

      

As of a week or so ago, I don’t like white socks.  I can’t say why, exactly.  While at a friend’s house, I glanced down at my feet and was met with the glaring boringness [a real word] that is white socks.  From here on out, I shall slowly replace all of my white sox with something more aesthetically pleasant.  I grabbed a couple pairs of brown and light-blue argyle socks from target and they make me happy.  This information is vital to my four or five readers, I’m sure.  Where are you going?

On to things I like…

World fricken Market.  I love that place.  The furniture, household accessories, food…  It’s all just so great.  Do I need a hand-carved, four foot tall wooden statue of a giraffe?  You bet your biscuits I do!

I like Charlie Watts.  Well, I don’t particularly care for his drumming or anything.  I don’t think he’s a poor drummer; I just don’t really put much of an ear to the Rolling Stones.  What I like about him is his appearance.  He just looks…  nice.  The quaint little grin that he seems to wear 24/7 says to me, “Hello, there.  Would you like some tea?  Tell me about yourself.”

I like the song that I heard at a Mexican food restaurant in Ann Arbor.  It was a mariachi version of Age of Aquarious.  It was in Spanish and there were even trumpets!  It was vastly superior to the orginal version, I say.  Also, beans are good.

Randon shite from my stupid [and rather large] head:

I’ve determined that a book-pistol would shoot knowledge and that ‘futrid’ would be an appropriate word to describe a stinky future.  Again, vital information.

Top 50 assholes, simply-drawn greatness, etc.

Tuesday, February 7th, 2006

If I read one more myspace profile that contains the phrase, ‘I love to laugh,’ I’m going to throw up thumb-tacks. No shit? What a valid and original point to make while describing yourself! Do you like to breathe and digest, too? No WAY! We like the same things!

If you find yourself bored, take a look at this. It lists and briefly describes the top fifty assholes in the US. And bravo! on number four. Bra-frickin-vo!

Call me simple, but I love pranks that involve someone opening something only to be jolted by someone hiding inside of said something. Seriously, I love them. Example. Also, I like Sinatra.

This site has cartoons inspired by common subject lines from spam emails. This one cracks me up, today.
OH! This one is good, too.
Ha! I love it!
Another!
Yes!
Yay!
lollerskates!

[If you didn't click each of those, you're missing out. Seriously.]

Dear viewers of The State of The Union who keep going on and on about how great it is that Bush plans to give tax-cuts and credits to us to help with health insurance, the entire proposal only affects those who are with HSA-eligible insurance companies. Do you have a plan through an HSA? Didn’t think so. Please shut up.

While I’m attacking people… No, I didn’t watch the fucking Superbowl. Please stop asking.

OH! I did catch a little of the half-time show while at the bar with Berry. Can we all agree that it’s time for the Rolling Stones to just stop? Show of hands?

For my birthday, Lynn got me The Year of Yes! I’m a couple chapters in and I love it. The writing is brilliant, witty, and candid. If you call and I don’t pick up, this book is the reason for that.

Lynn and I caught Match Point the other night with a couple of friends. Usually, Woody hits the right spot for me, but this film was shit. The directing was base and tacky, the acting was way sub-par, and the dialogue was barely mediocre. And talk about obvious! Gah! It’s the first movie that I’ve walked out of in years. We gave it a fair chance and all [about an hour and a half], but just found ourselves shaking our heads, over and over again. The next day, I learned about the ending… big fecking surprise. What happened, Woody? I will say this, though; the shots of them while in town completely solidified my already concrete desire to move to London as soon as I possibly can. Thanks for that, I guess.

[Oh, Emily Mortimer is thirty-one flavors of cute]

Move news: If a couple things that I’m working on fall into place, I’ll live in San Fran in no more than one month.

Survey

Monday, February 6th, 2006

I don’t really like surveys, lately, but four people have sent this one to me, so what the hell…

Have you ever pretended to be sick?  Sure.  Work, school.

What was the last lie you told?  No idea.  I make it a point to be honest, these last few years.

Have you ever cried during a movie?  Oh gawd…  I cried for three hours straight while watching Six Feet Under, yesterday.

What’s the farthest you’ve ever gone on a dare?  Kissed a stranger on the mouth.  They were unaware of the dare prior to my completing it.

What is your full name? Don Yeah Right.

What is your blood type?  Oh +

Have you ever been in a car accident?  Couple fender-benders [one was my fault].  I’ve been hit twice while riding a bicycle.

What is your favorite sport to play?  MMA.  I like tossing the basketball around as well, but it doesn’t go where it should very often.

Have you ever made a prank phone call?  When I was a young punk.

Have you ever said “I Love You” and not meant it?  I haven’t.

What do you want to be when you grow up?  Happy.

What is your political affiliation?  Rational, progressive, compassionate.  Call it what you want.

Do you believe in God?  I don’t believe in fairy tales.

Do you believe in love at first sight?  No.  I’ve experienced extreme chemistry at first sight, though.

Do you believe in karma?  Sometimes, it seems like it’s in action.

How would you describe yourself?  Vaguely.

What are you afraid of?  Death.  Sharks.  Love.

Are you religious?  No.

What does your screen name mean?  Friends called me ‘dizzo’ in high school.

What person do you trust the most?  Lynn, Kaye, Will, and my parents.

Who was your first boyfriend/girlfriend?  First serious one was Karen Syers.  She had almost no pigment in her eyes.

What is the best compliment you have ever received?  I don’t know.  That I’m funny, maybe.

What is the meanest thing anyone has said about you?  “I did.”

What is the longest crush/relationship you have had?  Three years.

What is your greatest strength?  Optimism, usually.

What is your greatest weakness?  Trusting people.

What is your perfect pizza?  Fresh tomato and pesto.

What is your first thought when waking up in the morning?  That it couldn’t possibly be the time that the clock claims it to be.

Do you get along with your family?  Some of them.

Would you ever get a tattoo?  Other than the one that I have?  Perhaps.  We’ll see.

How many piercings do you have?  Two.

Who makes you laugh?  Dan, Lynn, Kaye, Will, Matt, Brandon, Scott, Michael.

Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours?  A decent singer.  Fiona Apple, maybe?  Rufus Wainwright  would be nice, too.

Have you ever seen a dead body?  In the flesh?  My grandfather.

Do you have a celebrity crush?  Not really.  If I had to choose, James Spader, Samantha Morton, Jason Bateman, Christian Bale, Tilda Swinton, Famke Janssen, Zooey Deschanel, Cheetara [I kid!]

What is one thing scientists should invent?  A method for keeping my death-fearing ass alive and healthy.

Have you ever broken a bone?  Many.  I was a rambunctious child.

What happens after you die?  I’ll let you know.

Do you watch or read the news?  NPR from time to time.  Digg.com, fark.com, etc.

What stereotype would you label yourself as?  I don’t know.  I know it’s hip to say this, but I’m not sure that I fit so easily into just one.

Would your friends agree with that stereotypic label?  The ones who really know me, yes.

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?  Clarence!

If you could go back in time to one point in your life, where would you go?  Nowhere.  I’m more excited about my near-future.

If you could change anything about yourself, what would you change?  I don’t know.  I’m fairly pleased with who I am.

Have you ever gone skinny dipping?  Yes.

Have you ever played strip poker?  No.

Would you ever lie to someone to make them feel good about their self?  Not since I was very young.

What do you want your friends to think about you?  That I’m trustworthy.

What’s the biggest argument you’ve ever gotten into?  Probably something with an ex-friend.

Have you ever bitten someone?  Only in a playful manner.

Do you make wishes on shooting stars?  No.  I enjoy viewing them, though.

What’s the most you’ve ever eaten in one sitting?  Probably a large pizza or something along those lines.

Do you remember your dreams?  Not lately.  Bummer.

Are you a morning person or a night person?  I enjoy both.  I love being awake in the morning, but find it hard to get myself there when I’m not forced to.

Do you have any phobias?  White people.

What’s the meanest thing you’ve ever done to someone?  Written them off.  Self-preservation comes first.

Have you ever been to the hospital (other than birth)?  Sadly, yes.  Bones, muscles, friends and family, you name it.

How many screen names do you have?  One.

Do any medical problems run in your family?  Yeah.  Blood sugar issues.

Has anyone ever been disowned by your family?  Not that I know of.  They don’t tell me anything, though.

Do you say meaner things to your friends than to your enemies?  That wouldn’t really make much sense.

Would you ever participate in a threesome?  I have a few times.  It was neat, but doesn’t really interest me much, these days.

Have you ever mooned or flashed someone?  When I was young and crazy.

Have you ever laughed so hard you peed in your pants?  Yes I have.

Have you ever written a love letter?  Yup.

Do you prefer boxers or briefs?  Boxer-briefs or commando.

Have you ever been in a fist fight?  Yes.  I wouldn’t recommend it.

Do you have any hidden talents?  I can blow bubbles off of my tongue.

What is one thing you want me to know about you?  Blah.  Inane.

What is one question you wouldn’t want me to ask?  “What’s wrong” seems to stir up shitty feelings, lately.

Do you usually prefer books or movies?  I enjoy them, equally.

Who is your favorite person to talk to?  That varies from day to day, mood to mood.  Lynn, Kaye, Michael are always on the list.  I’ve enjoyed talks with Don H., as of late.

Who is always able to cheer you up when you’re sad?  Henry Rollins.

Would you ever have sex before marriage?  I don’t think I’d get married before having sex, first.

Do you have a secret that you’re ashamed of?  Nope.  Heart on sleeve.

Have you ever gotten detention?  Yes.  I had quite a mouth on me, growing up.

How do you vent your anger?  Music sometimes does it for me.

Have you ever been on a diet?  Not really.  I’ve adjusted mine, though.

Would you ever date someone younger than you?  Not much.

Older than you?  I tend to prefer this.

What’s a rumor someone has spread about you?  When I moved to Michigan, a rumor circulated [in Tucson] that I had killed myself.

What’s the kinkiest thing you could ever actually see yourself doing?  I don’t know.  Nothing with feces, urine, etc.

What’s the meanest thing anyone has ever done to you?  It’s all about perspective.  Who knows.

What’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you?  Forgiveness.

Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness?  Nope.

Have you ever cut yourself on purpose?  No.  If I do, would I get a spanking from James Spader?  I have a knife around here, somewhere…

Have you ever wanted to murder someone?  Nope.  I’d probably have no problem ending the life of Hitler or other people like him.  [think hard]

Have you ever hated someone?  To a certain extent.  Nothing too dramatic, though.

Do you prefer talking on the phone or online?  Depends on the topic of conversation.

Do you consider yourself to be popular?  Surely not.  I’ve been told otherwise, at times.

Would you ever tell the person you have a crush on that you like them?  Seems logical.

Have you ever had a crush on a best friend?  Not that I recall.

Do you have a collection of anything?  Memories.

Are you happy with the person you are becoming?  I’m happy with the concept.  It’s a work in progress, though.

Are you a different person now then you were 5 years ago?  Certainly.

Are you happy with the life you have?  Give me a couple months on that one.

Dress up

Sunday, February 5th, 2006


70’s porn star.  Insurance salesman.  Something along those lines…