A Very Intellectual Post

So I'm tired from being on trains all day and I'm watching Clerks on TV right now. My mind is destroyed, and I need a simple video of someone getting hurt to laugh at today. Here it is:



Welcome to The Intellect Collective. Tomorrow's post: the psychoanalysis of everyone's favorite trampoline accidents.

-Dave

There Will be Easy Mac Blood

I finally finished Fallout 3, and I have to say that it was great. No jokes here, just a great game. Play it if you haven't already. The show yesterday went relatively smoothly; a number of minor crises, but nothing that spiraled out of control. We raised a ton of cans and made some money for the venue and ourselves. Now I'm gonna go find the rest of the bobbleheads and try to do a quick run-through as a good character. Yeah, that's right, I play as evil characters. Deal with it. I'm hungry right now, and there had better be some instant Easy Mac in this house or else there will be problems. Easy Mac sandwich. Ha!

-Dave

Sometimes I Watch the Today Show and Cry

I was up all night and only slept from 1:30-2:30 PM today because I need to force my sleep schedule to become somewhat normal again. Oh yeah, and I also have to get up at 9 tomorrow morning and run an all-day concert which will end at 11 PM (at the earliest), Hopefully everything will run smoothly, but...well, it won't. Is my pessimism showing? I'll be sure to wear my blogging pants next time.

As for my cultural critique of the day: what is wrong with everyone on Today? They ran a story today about post-Christmas depression and interviewed some life coach (scam artist...did I type "scam artist"? What I meant to type was "scam artist"). If you are depressed because Christmas is over, you have invested WAY too much in Christmas. I am exactly the opposite-now that Christmas is over, I couldn't be happier. I've got my stuff, and all of the fragrance commercials are off my television. Did we all smell that bad during the year? Well obviously I did, but all of us? I'm disappointed. Also, who would ever buy perfume from Mariah Crazy? I mean Carey. Crazy.

-Dave

Home Bitter Home

Funny thing about my lack of blog posts: it's so totally Raven of me. I know. Since I've been home, I worked on a very serious film project with some friends (which hopefully will be done before the end of the break) and have played some Fallout 3 and Warcraft 3. Piracy is bad blah blah blah.

Missing all the posts that I have is pretty whack, dawg, and it won't keep happening. As a special treat for you all (yeah, all of you), I'll be posting some Google stats about myself tomorrow to demonstrate exactly how big of a loser I am. That ought to attract a few page views.

-Dave

Trains, Trains, and Automotrains

I was on a train for over 9 hours today. First I went to Penn Station in New York City, and it was awesome. For 10 minutes I just sat there and listened to one ticket agent yelling at another ticket agent for yelling. He ended by saying, "Either get a megaphone, or shut up" and walked away looking quite upset. Whoops, it's a closed building and people are depending on the loudspeaker announcements to find the correct track. But yeah, that loud ticket lady probably needs a megaphone. Welcome to New York City. Kill yourself as soon as possible. Seriously, though, I loved being around the large crowds of people and the hustle/bustle.

The rest of the trip was spent in a weird half-awake half-asleep stupor listening to music. Now I'm sitting here at home. As far as I can tell, the only thing that's changed since my leaving is the addition of some shelves in the basement. Man, time has a way of changing things. Like shelves. Please plot shelves as a function of time and have your papers ready for me on Monday.

Oh yeah, and people who haven't seen me in 3 months say I appear to have lost weight. That's right, I'm losing weight. All the weight.

-Dave