Christmas in July

So this past past weekend was atypical for me in that it was a weekend where I went out with a bunch of ladies, had deliciously girlie drinks, and celebrated Christmas (trust me, that link is worth it) amongst complete strangers and good friends.

Actually that sounds like most of my life...

On Friday I had the privilege of escorting my sweetheart, her temporary roomie (and my carpool buddy), my old (actually bordering on saurian) NASA friend, and our resident wedding planner (and all around gossip girl) to see "Inception". I have to say this movie was amazing in the same way that Vanilla Sky was. As it were, it is more similar than that--because I have no clue what happened in either of these. Granted, I have the attention span of a goldfish--and going to see any movie more complex than Star Wars for me is like walking into an aviary full of nitrous oxide and trying to play Scrabble with the Kookaburras while they stand around arguing about East-Asia Politics, but it is my personal opinion that these movies are strenuous no matter the audience.

The following day, after checking out the coolest restaurant this side of Chinatown (with the best Spinach and Brie sandwich ever), my sweetheart and I found ourselves at a Christmas-in-July party at my friend Henry's place. The rest of my friends arrived later on in the evening--and an epic celebration of holiday cheer and general debauchery ensued.

The picture is proof that I should have been a photographer--barely captured before the train scooted by! ;)

Brush your teeth and floss once a day!

Happy Christmas!
-B

My New Favorite Band?

So for the past five or so months I've been looking for a "new favorite band".

Naturally this is an odd thing to propose--but my argument is at least valid--my current favorite band is "The Misfits", a band that has been around for thirty-something years and is no longer producing new material reliably. When Danzig left the group, the band changed, but to be completely honest, I liked Graves better in some cases (and to be completely honest, I liked Danzig's material better when he formed his own band). Graves has since left. This has left me stagnating in the same songs without anything new for AGES.

Just a few days ago I found "The Creepshow" which fits the mold remarkably well. They've got the whole psychobilly/b-movie punk thing going on.

Still haven't decided if they are "favorite band" good, but I haven't found a point against them yet.

Here they cover a Misfits song--Halloween:



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And on an unrelated note, this website is ridiculous--and rated PG-13.

-B

The Things I Dream about When I Dream about Things

So lets get one thing straight--the things that I dream about when I dream about things at best mimic reality--but more often then not, do not correlate with any forme of reality that could ever possibly exist

Q.E.D.

To me at least the discussion is quenched, but perhaps I could bear to elaborate--for the good of all three of you out there reading this (if there still even are three).

When I was younger, I had a recurring nightmare of being lost in a funhouse version of my Pennsylvania home--and always finding my way to the basement just in time for the octopus monster with the sharp teeth to wake up and capture me. So often did I have this dream that when I would become very sick and start having minor hallucinations (which is not, contrary to popular opinion--linked to psychosis, mind you--and completely natural), I would be scared that the octopus would come back. Eventually, this problem sorted itself out--DreamBen promised the nefarious cephalopod the ghostbusters in return for his amnesty and I never had the nightmare again.

Last night I woke up quite surprised that I WASN'T at that same bus terminal I always visualize when I try to visualize Paris. Now, I have never been to Paris--I don't even know if there are bus stations the way I visualize them in France at all. I read a short story a million years ago where I managed to visualize an odd bus station with the Eiffel Tower in the background and an amber-striped, deep violet sky where the sun has recently set. I'm not quite certain why I was in Paris--nor why Mara, Farah and Marc were there (although the later two of these seem to make more sense than the former), but there we were and I was being criticized for being late to the terminal because, "the lions can't wait forever, you know!" and suddenly I was overcome with vertigo and I had to wake up--quite disoriented, and quite confused. Sometimes, despite the fact that a dream is ridiculous, you wake up and are not sure whether the dream was that crazy situation you just escaped from--or that warm, wonderful circumstance you have just entered. Feeling me?

Below is my favorite of the 4th of July in DC pics from this year--maybe someday I will treat this thing as a normal person's blog! :P

-B