Se7en

Se7en is one of the most fucked up movies I've ever seen. And one of my favorites. Not for the feint of heart - its pretty evil. Mom - don't click the link. Don't even read the rest of the post.

Se7en showcases the sickest things in the hearts of men. And how twisted some people can make the bible. How people can read it all too literally and miss the entire point of it. The movie has some of the most evil things I can think of in it. And the serial killer that somehow tries to justify it as "god's good work." The movie is extremely well acted and well written. It also has some fantastic one-liners.

The last line is great: "Ernest Hemingway once wrote, 'The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.' I agree with the second part."

The Boneyard

Cool name for an interesting place. The mouse-over feature is a nice touch. Its crazy how big that place is and how many planes are still just sitting there. And how big some of them are.

Going through dem changes

I felt the need to change myself lately. I spent a few years dwelling on the past and just felt... stale lately. Part of it was legitimate, and part of me just wants to change so people can't 'pin me down' and say they know me anymore. Either way, I've done a few things recently that I've been meaning to do for a while.

• Growing my hair out. Not sure what I'm going for exactly, but the initial idea was this. Jack White is the one on the left and that's what I'm thinking.
  

• Working out: I've started working out this year. Joined the YMCA with a few others, started taking Yoga (its awesome), etc. Hopefully I can keep it up. (T.W.S.S.) I've made peace with never being a beefy guy, but I'd like to not be so.... stringy.

• New ink: Much to my mother's chagrin, I got a new tattoo that I've wanted for a while. I really like it, and am happy that I did it. I had made a small sarcastic comment on my Facebook and it backfired a little (sorry bro) - at least I know my family cares. Let it be known that I would never get a tribal or a neck tattoo.

• New instrument: I finally got a piano. I've been meaning to get one for a while now, but finally bit the bullet and got a nice 88-key electric piano. It sounds great and feels great. I'm remembering why I fought playing piano so hard as a kid - my right hand is really weak and can't keep up with my left. Which is frustrating, because nearly every songs 'lead' part uses the right hand. I also have a tendency to get in over my head. I'm currently trying to learn: Swim, Dark Blue, and Rescued by Jack's Mannequin - these songs are HARD. Andrew MacMahon is definitely no slouch when it comes to penning a song on the piano. Also learning a few others including songs by The White Stripes, Lady Gaga, and Deathcab for Cutie.
  

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Inappropriate but Hilarious

I guess it wouldn't be funny if it were my kid - but I still laughed. I guess I pushed my best friend halfway through a window to get detention once, so really, I'm probably worse.

Glass worker turns hero

This should be the story of the day, not that psychopath's hate letter.

the Loony Bin

This is a pretty cool idea. Cool design and layout.

...But maybe not the best place to try it out at.

Fuck You, Valentine's Day

If I didn't hate Valentine's day enough already - add "ending communications with the only person I can see myself spending the rest of my life with" to the list of reasons of why I hate it. I wish some horrific tragedy would happen on February 14th so VD would be permanently trumped. I volunteer to be one of the victims since I don't actually wish that upon anyone else...




On a questionably lighter note:


(fwiw - thats a Gibson ES-335 into a vintage Fender Twin Reverb)

"Summers in Rangoon, Luge Lessons..."

I've always wondered if this ever happened. They come so close to the edges of these half-pipes that I couldn't believe they didn't just shoot right out. The picture of the crash in action is crazy! There's a guy standing right there, can you imagine being right there when that happened? Geez.

(His) Stupid Mouth

Finally. I'm sorry all this finally got to you, John. Believe me, I understand your lack of a filter better than most. I do. I understand your need to be liked, to be funny, to be witty. Sometimes you hit that mark and sometimes you crash and burn. You've (we've) been crashing and burning a lot lately. These jokes are good with certain friends - not good in magazine interviews. Yes, I read the RS and Playboy interviews. You're lucky you have any friends left. I "get" you and even I am starting to think you're a huge douchebag. You've always been on the edge of new media and profitted (not monetarily) from it. You should know better than anyone that out of 100 people who see your soundbytes from these interviews, maybe 3 have read the whole thing in context. I understand that maybe you're not in a good place right now. I can identify. Your 'break down' is a start. Maybe all the shit you've said is starting to come 'back to you' (sorry, no pun intended) and it just got real for the first time in a while.

You're one of my favorite guitarists. I think you're funny as hell. I believe you're not as bad as tabloids and media make you out to be, but you're not helping yourself anymore. Its time to shut the fuck up and play your guitar for a few years. I don't want to see another tweet from you. Ever. I don't want to read anymore interviews. Go back to blogging about watches and music and guitars and cameras and that's it.

Please, John. I'll work on myself too.

Let the record show...

That I did this joke first. Before Huffington, before Gibbs... Makes me wonder who's reading my blog...... jk.

proof.