Meet the Parents

This edition of the Mixed CD of the Week is all about Meeting Rachael's Parents. Thus the title: Meet the Parents. Most of the songs were picked more on song title than subject so... it might not all work. Of course suggestions for more songs or amendments to the CD are always welcome and appreciated:

Yes, My Darling Daughter- The Glenn Miller Band
No Complaints- Beck
Caring is Creepy- The Shins
Neighborhood #2(Laika)- Arcade Fire
Sons and Daughters- Decemberists
Tongue Tied- Aqualung
Maggie's Farm- Bob Dylan
No Excuses- Alice in Chains
Walk This Way- Aerosmith
Mother's Little Helper- Rolling Stones
White Wedding- Billy Idol (I know this is two appearances of Billy Idol on this feature but I swear I don't like him that much! lol )
Better Man- Pearl Jam
And I Love Her- The Beatles
I Was Made To Love Her- Stevie Wonder

Vacated Premises

So my awesome roommate, the female Bob Villa, is gone for the week. Won't come back till Monday. Which means I'll be enjoying this amazing house all by myself. Granted it would be more fun if I had money. Why? Well just cause. Things are more fun with more money generally speaking.

And it's Alice's Birthday weekend this week. I got her a really awesome present which I'm sure she'll love. I'm going to wrap it in printouts of a Python script I'm working on cause I'm that big of a nerd.

She's never truly been drunk before so we're going to give it the old college try Friday. And probably again on Saturday. Fun will be had by all and hopefully the most fun will be had by Alice.

Last weekend, I had a few weird freaking out moments about the whole me and Alice going out thing. Not that us going out was bad. Just not trusting my own feelings after the crater that was my last relationship. But I took a long walk in the rain with my hoodie on and talked out loud to myself like a crazy person. And I decided I'm ok and this is a good thing. The relationship that is. I also told the Ex we need to stop talking all the fucking time at work cause it's weird and not right to Alice. This is true even though there's a greater chance that my current employer will give me a raise to an 8 figure salary and buy me a personal yacht than there is of me and the Ex ever deciding to get back together.

Conclusion: Alice and I are a very very good thing that makes me ridiculously happy. I am no longer freaking out about being happy. Boy that was easy. What took me so long.

Hands

So I've been fiddling with this playlist for the last two days. Still not done. And I'm now taking suggestions from those who can think of songs that fit the subject.

Hands. Songs about hands. Songs with the word hand or hands in the lyrics or title.

Here's what I have so far in no particular order:
Hands- Raconteurs
Hands Open- Snow Patrol
With My Own Two Hands- Ben Harper
Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See- Busta Rhymes
Palm of Your Hand- Cake
Get Your Hands Off My Woman- The Darkness
Take My Hand, Precious Lord- Mahalia Jackson
Take Me Anywhere- Tegan and Sara
I Wanna Hold Your Hand- The Beatles

The Sharpest Lives

Ahh... blog I have avoided you and I'm not sure why. Time for a standard, what has Head been up to lately post.

Monday
I was going to have a run of the mill Monday but then one of my proposals actually stuck so I had to change all my plans and work on that. That pretty much consumed my work day on Monday and Tuesday.

After work, I went over to my Mom's to go to dinner with her and my brother. Dad's out of town on business. We went to Red Lobster. I had steak and shrimp. It was ok. Not a fan of the Lob. Boring food and a boring place to eat it. Anywho, Mom's birthday is coming up.... shit... it's tomorrow actually. Shazbot! Still no present for her. Fuck me. Ok well... we asked her what she wanted and she said a Nano.

Mom doesn't own CDs. Actually I think she owns three. And one is a recent Lionel Ritchie CD. Lionel.....Ritchie. Now that someone has woken you with smelling salts I'll continue. I tell Mom that she doesn't like music and therefore doesn't really want a Nano. She says she does like music. I say who's your favorite band. ::blank stare from Mom:: I tell her that a Nano is a STORAGE DEVICE. It STORES MUSIC. and if you DON'T HAVE MUSIC, there's no point in owning one. "Oh I'll just listen to the radio then." Mom, the Nano doesn't HAVE a radio. "It doesn't?" No mom. It doesn't. "Oh well that's stupid." (thinks to himself, No Mom it's stupid to want a Nano when you have zero interest in music. Music to you is the noise that filter into your ears that stops you from thinking. You don't listen to the words. You don't know or care who plays the songs. SO WHY WOULD YOU WANT A NANO!!??? AGHHHH!! ::breaths::) I'll get you a radio Mom. Maybe a nice handheld one or something. But you don't need an Ipod of any kind. It won't make you cool.

Wow... that went a lot longer than I thought. Just drives me insane when Mom tries to be hip or something or keep up with her rich friends. It lacks in the logic.

Tuesday
Work was my project that assigned to myself.
Normally I'm supposed to play WoW on Tuesday nights. But we were essentially doing the same exact thing we did the week before. And I didn't want to do that. And since I can't see Alice much on weekdays I decided to hang with her right after work for a little bit.
We met over at the Wildflower by my house. We talked, drank soda, ate cookies of varying quality. It was fun. I'm still ridiculously retarded over Alice. And I really enjoy the feeling. She's a good thing. We part ways and I think I played Children of Mana till I got sleepy.

Wednesday
Valentine's Day. Work was a blur. Catch up work from having to do my project on Monday and Tuesday. After work was fun though.
Alice and I met up at my house. We exchanged gifts. She got some lotion and lip gloss and a book from me. She bought tickets to take us to the MCR show coming up. Which is really cool. We're going to pretend to be emo kids. Dress up and everything. I think we might even get to do field research at a local starbucks. Find out what the emo types are wearing these days. Don't want to accidentally look goth or something.
After gifts, we went out to the lake to hang out. It started pouring down rain which sucked and rocked at the same time. Rocked cause.. I love rain. It turns me on. Kinda like catnip or something. And sucked cause we couldn't walk around at first. Luckily the rain stopped about 15 minutes after we got there. It was chilly but I think we still had a good time hanging out and talking and visiting Karl The Krakken.

Thursday
Boring work. But at least I got to chat/see Alice. Went home. Ate some food. Told Jenny about me and Alice. She seemed pleased but we'll see. Jenny has really unrealistic expectations about my girlfriends. She claims that she just hated the Ex cause she was a bitch. But sorry, Jenny was the bitch in this situation. Jenny has this capacity to rewrite history in her head to suit her own desires. Whatever. She'll like Rachael. It's almost impossible NOT to like her.
I then drank some beer, played Children of Mana and passed out early.

Friday
Oh wait... that's this morning. Shit. Got to go to work. Laters.

Scintilating

I'm reading this new book, Love is a Mix Tape. It inspired me to make a regular blog feature: Mixed CD of the Week!

This week's entry is Scintilating. That's the title of the CD. So say we all.

Here's the tracklist:

Kissing the Lipless-The Shins
This Modern Love-Bloc Party
Think I'm in Love-Beck
Summersong- Decemberists
Still in Love Song-The Stills
And It Raind All Night-Thom Yorke
Juxtaposed with U-Super Furry Animals
Cradle of Love-Billy Idol
The Passenger-Iggy Pop
My Doorbell-The White Stripes
Sharp Dressed Man-ZZ Top
Party Lights-Junior Brown
Dance with Me-The Sounds
Somebody to Shove-Soul Asylum
The Sharpest Things-My Chemical Romance
Dirtywhirl-TV On the Radio
Happiness is a Warm Gun-The Beatles
Jenny Marie (Don't Go)-Cowboy Mouth
Girl Inform Me-The Shins
Underglass-Frames

Tell me what you think people.

Why I'm Better Than My Brother

See Jeff thinks he can impress the interwebs with his poorly thought out, grammatically incorrect, misspelled arguments about why he's better than everyone. I'll admit, Jeff is better than almost everyone. Everyone....except me that is.

He points out that he gets fan mail. Well, my fans love me so much it goes beyond mere letter writing. They want to spend every waking moment with me. It's the truth. Just ask Alice.

Jeff does not have Hip Slang Spelling, as he puts it. He has incorrect spelling. Jeff misspells so often that you can't even figure out what the fuck he's talking about. It's like a third grader crapped their pants and tried to make a blog post by smearing the poo on the monitor. If Poo-Smeared Monitors = Hip Slang Spelling, then I don't want to be hip. I'd rather NOT smell like poo.

Don't even step to my Street Fighter skills. Jeff used to cry and throw the controller because I'd beat him too many times. Some say you should let your little brother win a few. I say you should let your little brother know he's your bitch and always will be. Your M. Bison stays up at night having nightmares of my Ryu beating the living shit out of him.

Jeff may be an athlete now, but it was me who saved him from the bully that tried to beat him up. Jeff was playing basketball when some punk ass tried to fight him. Lil' bro was getting his ass handed to him but no worries. Dr. Johnny Waffles was on the case. I came in, pulled the guy off Jeff and proceeded to light the kid up like a Christmas tree. I left marks. Lots of them. Beat the kid so bad his parents called to complain about the whooping. When my parents told them their son had it coming, they understood. After all, they didn't know it was ME who did the beating. When they found that out, they apologized and thanked my parents for giving their son the honor of getting the crap beaten out of him by someone like me.

I don't kill Noobs in WoW. I'm the founding member of Al-Anoob, an organization dedicated to stopping the wanton slaughter of noobs. I gently guide the noobs in the world to safety.

Jeff would like to say that reading is overrated and that this fact is proven by science. Since Jeff is barely literate and only knows enough about science to say that stove=hot and hot=burn, I think everyone can agree he doesn't know what he's talking about. It's the illiterate ramblings of my younger sibling that are aligned with the god-fearing types, the knuckle-dragging creationists and the mouth-breathing Bible thumpers.

Jeff says he's kinder than me. But when was the last time he bought a homeless man a sandwich? Huh? Cause I do it everyday on the way home from work. I give homeless people warm hot meals and drive them to a safe place where they can sleep and take a hot shower.

Jeff, he says he helps horses. I help people. Do you love horses more than people Jeff? DO YOU? I bet you cried when they had to put down Barbaro. But I don't see Jeff crying over the poor, the homeless, the meek of the Earth. I do. Every day. Cause I care.

Whenever Jeff can pull himself away from using horses to stomp homeless people to death, maybe he can come to grips with the fact that I am clearly better than him.

Billy Idol=Not Simple Minds

I had quite the amazing weekend. Rachael came over around 5 after work on Saturday. I led her on a quick tour of all the webcomics I regularly check out. Then I slightly reluctantly showed her World of Warcraft. Showed her how it works, what you do, all the various doodads and whatzhits. Then it was off to Werner's b-day party.

The nerds all seemed to approve of Rachael, which while unnecessary, still a good thing. I ate a few handfuls of carrots from the veggie tray and had a soda but that was it. No chili or dessert for me cause my stomach started acting up again. Still, lots of fun was had. Malone brought over Guitar Hero and we all rocked out on the Werner's projector screen. I think it's basically Malone, me, Shaun and Freeman when it comes to GH-Rock God Status. Malone is like Hendrix on that shit.

Cute thing that happened while the boys were rocking:
Werner's little boy Rand walks over to Rachael. Rachael was sitting in a chair watching us all be silly nerd boys. Rand just hops onto Rachael's lap and proceeds to chill out for the next hour or so. Totally out of the blue. He's about a year and a half old and just started walking. He's a button. No one could explain Rand's love for Rachael but it was palpable. He even fetched her little toy balls and then go right back to sacking out on her lap. Adorable. Reminds me that I need a digital camera.

Example of Me being Me:
I don't know how it came up but someone tried to say that Billy Idol sang Don't you forget about me on The Breakfast Club soundtrack. So not true. And I knew it. I said so but duder (think it was Will) refused to believe me. Said he knew that was Billy Idol. So I whip out my crappy cell phone, pull up the web, google "Don't you forget about me" and find a wiki article about the song. It says that Simple Minds NOT Billy Idol played the song on the soundtrack. Billy Idol covered the song but I knew that cause sadly I own the Billy Idol's Greatest Hits CD. I win. AGAIN!

Anyway the nerds all started playing poker and I didn't have money and neither did Sugarpants so we hit the road. The night concluded with Rachael's first time seeing Rear Window. She hearts. Which duh of course she does. It's amazing. As was my weekend. Sunday was sleeping and super bowl and that's about it. But when Saturday was that good, it pretty much doesn't matter what happened Sunday.

Silly and Anxious

I've been sick the last few days. Really stinks. I'm still in that phase of a new relationship where everything is amazing, awesome and wonderful. And I've had to spend the last day not enjoying it. I'd say last two days but Rachael was sweet and came over Thursday night to watch a movie with me. (Almost Famous)

Today she meets the Nerd Clan, none of whom have blogs. At least that I know of. It's Werner/Reqk's 30th birthday bash. It should be a blast. The nerds are very kind even if they think they're mean.

Before that though I have to go shopping at Safeway. I need a few things food/toiletry-wise. Then I have to shower and probably should shave my stubble. Felt lazy the last few days since I was sick and decided not shaving would be my reward for feeling like crap.

Hopefully my roommate goes out again tonight. Would be nice to have the place to myself again. mostly.