A Drunkin Version of My Post

- R Kelly kicks ass, he's the best song writer....ever!

- Banana bread reminds me of grandma

- What if the flying squirrels decide to turn against us all?

- Sometimes I lie in grassy fields, look at the clouds and wonder how many burritos I can eat to send myself to the E.R.

- My cat has the fluffiest tail in all the land

- The website for the film festival that excepted me listed my name as Fred Corl... arh!!!

- Bill Buckmaster used to tell us about a little friend that lived in his head. He couldn't tell us his name because if he did...he would die

- I'm off to bed

Get Out of My Fucking TVs!

This is a picture I created for my myspace account. I'm not that into myspace, but this was a fun project.

Everyone look close, maybe you're in my fun repressed memory wall.

WHA!?

- Is it just me, or does R Kelly’s songs suck ass?

- If you like banana bread, you’ll love chocolate chip banana bread.

- What’s the deal with flying squirrels?

- I miss playing volleyball.

- Caviar looks kind of gross.

- Sometimes I lie in grassy fields, look at the clouds and wonder how much shit is being talked about me at that moment.

- My cat likes to sleep on the 4th shelf and the 4th shelf only of the bookcase in my living room.

- I finally got into a film festival, it’s a small one but it’s a start.

- Music fills me with heart and soul, but Huey Lewis and the News does not.

- I kicked Riley’s ass at racket ball today

- Sometimes Bill Buckmaster, host of the news magazine “Arizona Illustrated”, asks us how we like our eggs cooked.

- I’m done

Rock and/or Roll

I remember the days when rock shows were so important to me. I'd spike up my hair and gather all the friends I could. We'd make our way downtown somehow and see a great band play at the Rialto theatre. All that ended after high school and a period of my life was spent without the joys of hearing great bands play. I'd see local show after local show, but It never gave me the satisfaction like seeing a band you only knew through faceless sound coming from a CD gave me.

Last night it happened again. I found a couple of friends and we made our way downtown to see the Decemberists live at the newly remodeled Rialto theatre. It gave me one of the most intense feelings of nostalgia I've ever felt. The music was a excellent mixture of folk, pop, and chamber music. My taste in music has evolved since high school (I listened to punk rock and punk rock only) but I was happy to experience the feeling of seeing a good show with friends again.

Oh My God...Giant Asshole Kid!!!!!!!!

Tonight is one of those nights where I feel like learning something. I've been struggling with Photoshop for the past year. Mostly because I never sat down and gave it enough time. Well tonight I did it you guys!!!! and I made this



I know what you're thinking...it's beautiful.

but there's no need to praise me...I already know.

Ford

Wacky Ball Hitting Fun Crazy Time!!!!!!!

I just saw an amazing tennis match this evening, Andre Agassi vs. Co-American James Blake. James Blake won the first 2 sets (they play the best of five). Andre had never come back from a 2 set deficit at the U.S. Open, it was going to be history in the making I knew it. This was one of those matches where if something good or bad happened, I'd jump out of my seat and cheer (I wonder what my neighbor thinks of me). Andre managed to tie it at two sets a piece.

Just as they were playing the 5th set tie-breaker Kurt walked in the door with this goodie goodie Christian girl. She walked right up to the T.V. and started watching with me, She was rooting for Blake I was rooting for Agassi. Blake would hit a great shot and she would scream. Agassi hit a winner down the line and I tried to hold back my excitement. But, that last shot fell in and Andre won the match and I stood up and screamed quite loud. I wasn't about to let her hinder the emotions I was feeling at that time. I sent her off crying like a baby.....Stupid Christians

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Buggys, Froggys, and Monkeys…oh my!

I’ve been trying to convince Kurt that we need to start a “Presidents of the United States of America” cover band. It’s been my idea since about a year ago when Kurt and I went to Club Congress to see “The Great American Cover Up”, where local bands pick one group to cover and play their stuff for a half an hour. Every time I mention it to him, he says “Yeah man, that sounds awesome” and then he gives me the metal sign. All right, he didn’t give me the metal sign but I know he really doesn’t want to play with me. How can I get him to change his mind? Should I replace all of his Dream Theatre CDs with Presidents CDs? Should I hide his equipment throughout the house and notify him I’m not going to tell him the locations of his stuff until he submits? Should I start singing the Presidents during our morning shower?…scratch that last part

I just thought this picture was funny too

Ford

Where's My Mommy!?!?!?

I had myself a bit of a day today.

It started with my class. I've never met a more boring teacher in all my life. He had the incredibly original idea for all of us to stand up, say our name, why we're media arts majors etc. and I couldn't stand hearing 20 people get up there and say "I'm a media major because...I like movies...They fuckin' rock." (it was something like that)

After my class I drove Jerome to the airport and the entire drive I couldn't stop thinking that Riley and Kurt are my options now. It's difficult saying goodbye to someone when you don't know when you'll see them again. Most people try to leave it with a positive note, like "I'll see you next summer." There's a possibility that I'll never see Jerome again, but of course I'll hope for the best.

And last but not least, I worked computer graphics at KUAT tonight and mid-show my computer crashed, causing a lovely few seconds of black air. I wasn't too worried because the people who watch this damn show can barely see or hear.

So yes, today the powers that be decided it was my turn to spend 24hrs in a whirlwind of emotional downers. I'm feeling better, but I wonder who's turn it'll be tomorrow.

Ford

P.S.- Doesn't this picture kick ass!!!!!

WHO ARE YOU!!!!!!?

Who the hell are all these random people commenting on my blog. Seriously, are they automated messages or are they so lonely that they need to make 4 new comments between 1am and 2am.

I'm still new to the blogging world, maybe there's a way to better secure my blog from spam or....lonely people.

"Missedafied" Jerome

Tonight Jerome, Kurt and myself went to a bar. It was the usual, motorcycles kicking up dust on the patio that officially launched my allergy season, tennis on their widescreen T.V. (which was streched and looked like shit), 4 beers, several cigarettes, a brief argument with Kurt about how Christian music labels exploit the church and people of faith, and the simple but fun antics of Jerome.

I never thought it would be this way, but I've grown attached to Jerome and hate to see him go back to France. He always added something to a get together, and is one of the nicest guys I know. It's come to that point where I feel like I've taken his friendship for granted and wished we did more.

I'll have several drinks in his honor Sunday night.

Ford

Well well well...

It looks like I've finally given in and signed up for one of these blog type things. Where else can I push my opinions about Politics, Philosophy, Movies, Blue's Clues etc.

This also gives me a chance to show people how royaly f*cked up I am. Because lets face it, it's much more fun to write about things that make you want to jump off a cliff.

I hope you all enjoy reading about the exciting world of Ford and his wacky ventures into the deepest darkest Barrios of Tucson AZ

FORD