Rest In Peace, Donny Barley

I hope you make some other emo kid as happy as you made me these last four years we were together. But alas, I fear no one will love you as much as I did. Giving you up to that man today felt like selling a child for crack. Except crack in this case means a credit card bill.

We had a lot of fun times over the years, Donny. And Spirit Bird will be no consolation. He doesn't measure up to your greatness. You will be the benchmark by which all my other basses are measured.

I love you, kiddo.
Ian Urbanski

warren quotes:

Ian: 'oh Breaker High.'
Warren: 'yeah. he's going to Break 'er Hy-Men.'

'hate fucking'
'rain fucking'

'the momedians?'

'did they lock the bitch up?'

-the above are all in response to 'The Notebook,' which, yes, we're currently watching.

this is the warren that only i know.

I don't know how many people watch Smallville, aside from the people who I live with and Mark Little, who doesn't read this blog, but I had to write about one thing that's started bugging me.

It's getting pretty fucking lame how many times Clark Kent uses the excuse "It was just good to have someone around who I can connect with. Who understands what I'm going through/feeling." Come on, Clark. How many times has that line been written for you? It's probably programmed to a macro in the writer's room.

Let's start off with Ryan, the kid who could read minds that the Kents took in as Clark's little brosef. When he died/went away (I don't remember what happened) Clark sobbed to his parents about how he was the only person who understood what Clark was feeling.

There was also all the other superpowers, The Kid Flash, Cyborg, Aquaman and to a lesser extent Green Arrow. Each time, Clark meets people with powers who are good, in some way, and understand what he's going through. But, each time later, Clark forgets. Fuck, Clark needs super memory.

There was also Alicia (?), the girl who broke out of Bellereve and had teleporting powers and was kind of evil, but Clark ended up almost marrying. When she died, Clark once again cried his pretty blue eyes out about how she was the only person he identified with.

Then, the latest one was on tonight's episode, where Clark once again met Raya (who he thought died and already sobbed over their 'connection') and she for real died (at Bow Wow's hand no less) and Clark sobbed to Martha about how she understood what he was going through. To be fair, she was the first good Kryptonian he's met, but nonetheless. Come on, Clark. Remember how many times you fucking cry over these people.

And for God's sake, remember how many people understand you.

I understand you, Clark. Look how pretty Tom Welling is in the picture.

television i watch regularly to semi-regularly:

studio 60
heroes
veronica mars
boston legal
lost
my name is earl
the office
how i met your mother
the oc (not yet, but i will)
smallville
grey's anatomy
the simpsons
family guy

comics i buy and read monthly:

green arrow
green lantern
batman
wonder woman
spider-man (the amazing)
civil war and most tie-ins
runaways
young avengers
astonishing x-men
casanova
naruto
fell
y: the last man
new avengers
the new 'new avengers' series that's coming out

music i listen to now:

the walkmen
mogwai
interpol
dresden dolls
silversun pickups
tv on the radio
yeah yeah yeahs
the organ
the velvet underground

tickets to shows i've gotten or am getting:
sparta
the album leaf
the rapture

videogames and related i've bought lately:
a nintendo DS lite (white)
tony hawk for the DS
megaman ZX for the DS
soon to buy playstation 2 games because warren got one



tell me, people. why oh why do i spend so much money on pop culture? and why will nothing you say change me?

i am a whore. a big, diseased consumer whore.

warren ellis reposted a short essay he wrote years ago, but one that i hadn't read before. it was about the pieces of music that he loved, specifically how he loves certain singles and the nature of singles in general. at the time, it was 'maps' by yeah yeah yeahs he likens it to 'soldier girl' by polyphonic spree in the first time you hear them, it punches you in the gut with its... well... depth (?).

i had to partly agree with him. while i may try to be an elitest bastard and listen to only albums (there is only one 'single' song on my iTunes), i do enjoy listening to the one song that sticks out on an album ad nauseum. and it makes me sick. it really does. it makes me hate myself because the artists responsible didn't write that song as a stand alone. they wrote it to fit into the grander works that they slaved away on.

but, regardless, i find myself drawn to 'the rat's and the 'kissing families' and the 'obstacle 1's and, yes, even the 'maps' and 'soldier girl's of the music world. i love them. if they were personified girls, i'd date them only to have them break my heart years from now.

because i'm a sucker for lines.

'when i used to go out, i used to know everyone i saw. now i got out alone if i go out at all.'

i'd like to say that if you knew me over the summer you would've known that was my anthem. but no one did know me in the summer because that was my anthem.

i'm a sucker for lines, what can i say?

Bitch.

Love it.

Things that've happened since I've moved in with Cam and Warren:

-Played uncountable numbers of NES games
-Bought an acoustic guitar (Wine red. It's lovely.)
-Went to many housewarmings and had a housewarming ourselves. All highly successful and fun.
-Learned to cook new foodstuffs.
-Saw a movie a-splode in the theatre.
-Bought Polaroid film. Some pictures will be up soonish from the Deanna/Jacqui housewarming.
-Biked from Edmonds station to new home.
-Started running again.
-Watched every season primier I've wanted to so far, and one I didn't mean to but ended up being hilarious due to Pina Colada's.
-Bought tickets for (effectively) Zach Galifinakis on Thursday.

More people should come over and see the house, but I think the people who read this have already seen the place, save maybe Dock.