Thursday, July 16, 2009

Talkin Bout My Generation

I'm slowly figuring out how to get yourself out there on the webnets. My cousin Dylan (aka BigRedRobot) is pretty much a master of it. You can find him here, here, follow him here, and even check out his group here (although that last one seems to be taken over by a porn bot named Lavenia, which could result in some raised eyebrowage).


Every month he makes a mixtape. Most are great. The rest are super great. So, I'm all like reading his blog and stuff and he's all like whoever will put up a link to my new mixtape so lots of people will listen to it will get a magical link to my other mixxes. This is a perfect summer night with the windows down mix. I always equate music with driving, so it might be a perfect mix for summer lawn mowing. All I know is that it's a summery one. If you like it, let him know! If you don't, well, what I'm supposed to do about it? You gonna need some new taste in music, man.

Now, I'm pretty sure I already have the super master link to all his mixxes, because I used to work for the internet. The real internet, not it's inventor Al Gore. Although I would work for Al if he'd change his last name from Gore to Gory.

But how does this all relate to me? Well, I can be found here, here, and have a LOST group here. And if I actually update this stuff sometimes, maybe more than my brother(s) or cousin(s) will read it...

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Saturday, June 6, 2009

San Diego 2009

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Tuesday, January 6, 2009

She Wins

Honestly

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Monday, December 22, 2008

Not Really Normal, AMIRIGHT?

taken from the lost tapes of when "they" were creating the American-English language:

" 'i' before 'e' except after 'c'. Oh, and also in the word 'weird'. because let's face it, that word is strange."

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Wednesday, December 10, 2008

My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Momma


How trivial can you get? I always complain about my work. I always stress out about school. I get all worked up about my calling at church. I worry about scratches on my car. I need there to be the right amount of Chunky Chips Ahoy or I'm all bent out of shape. If my Xbox won't play my latest torrented download of Fringe I have a minor conniption fit.

People, what the heck? Is this what life is? I know many people who are going through far worse than me. I myself have gone through worse. What is it about us as humans that make us forget what's really important unless we're faced with some sort of tragedy? How can we get out of this mess? How can we subvert the dominant paradigm? How can we truly be spiritual beings going through a mortal existence?

Of course I know the answer to this. Really, there are multiple answers. Prayer, study, meditation, contemplation. Take a step back, Jack. I don't want to be trivial. I don't want to be boring. I don't want to be that broken record when someone asks "How you doin'?" I say "Oh my back hurts and my studies are hard and my job sucks." I want to say "I was thinking that it's so cool that Nephi thought he was such a bad guy, man I want to be like that." Or "Dude, seriously, why did we have to lose Frank Zappa so early?" I want cool, random, meaningful things on my mind. If I ever get around to making a new year's resolution, it's going to be just that.

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Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Umm, Here You Go

Lost: Season 5 Trailer



Yer Welcome.

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Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Because Dylan's Post Made Me Think

Dude I dreamed last night:
*First it was plugging Obama's name and McCain's name into various programming equations

*My dad needed my help getting his new earbuds out of the package. I used my mouth.

*I hung out with Bob Dylan. He had one really deformed foot. He was really funny and pretty weird. He also reminded me to fast for the month of Ramadan. I have no idea where I heard about Ramadan before this dream.

*I helped some dude fill up his truck with gas. Which ended up being an ambulance. And when we jacked it up to fuel it (yeah, seriously), we found it only had a tank of about 3 U.S. gallons. When I asked him if that was the whole gas tank, he said "No way, this thing has 4 to 5 psi of boost, man!" The dude turned out to be Ryan, Suzanne's son.

*What the heck.

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