This holiday I want some suggestions for music & internet-ertainment from yalls. And I want resolutions. Here's what I got:
Music discoveries that I be diggin at the end of the year: The Walkmen, The National, Brother Ali, Kid Cudi, Arcade Fire
Favorite way to be explorin new music at work: Grooveshark
Favorite 2010 item, or like, ever: item
Favorite 2010 movies I be favoritin: Inception, The Ghost Writer, Un Prophete, Winters Bone
Holiday movies I be lookin forward to addin to that listy: Black Swan, True Grit, The Fighter
Favorite new 2010 protein-dense jerky that tastes a little odd: Perky Jerky.
Massive 2010 love/hate relationship with a computer program: me & MATLAB
2011 Resolutions:
-get my sled on w/ my kids on
-keep thine Glenn Close, but thine Kyra Sedgwick Closer. Wakka wakka wakka.
-get on the optogenetics train
-and continue fussing around with viruses in the brain.
-continue trend of attending one, and only one, concert a year
-Clean. Clean everything.
-drag knuckles across pavement more often, much more often.
-Avenge...something...
12 comments:
I saw that one coming...I still clicked to make sure it was a hairy ass. That thing is going viral in my head. - - brent
2010 in short...
-Mostly horrible, somehow I stayed incredibly happy throughout the terror
-lost my blogger account
New years resolutions...
-Get a job; ideally as Master Commander
-Run like the wind
-Rediscover music
-write more blogs
-learn to sing whilst playing the guitar
-go to more bluegrass concerts
-get cheese and meat and bubb rubb to post more
blant
Who is meat? I better not be meat.
I am so sick of hairy asses, you all have no idea. My resolution is to somehow develop within K-Snake the same aversion to dark hairy asses that I have. Suggestions welcome.
Who's hairy ass are you sick of? Whippit and his legendary "hair diaper"?
You are the meat, yes. You are always the meat.
Always.
Meat (formerly popomama), I am a green belt in optogenetics and if you can subdue ksnake for a few minutes I should be able to optogenetically alter his foramen magnum. The implications of this are GRAND! Every time he sneaks a peak at a dark crevice he will slip into deep depression and mental anguish. Loss of the ability of the gonads to retract into the body for warmth and endless vomiting will also occur.
Anonymous, you think that will stop me from looking at hairy asses and drooling at the site of whippit's magnificent hairdiaper? Bwahaha - think again! Ill never stop.
Ummm, I have a photo of a hairy ass that should subdue him quite well (or I have access to one, at least). This needs to happen before he gets ahold of Jeremy.
Resolutions:
-Rule this blog with an iron fist.
-More creativity. More writing, odd behavior, strange meals..
-More kung-fu
-Send more pictures of my penis to random people. I don't see any possible down-side. Oh way, that one
-Have an arsenal of tweed-jackets and condescension prepared for once I become a Professor.
-Scratch my way to the top. Realize it wasn't worth the effort.
-More pain.
-Organize some sort of gathering. This is something I've always wanted to do because the world needs more ways for people to interact with each other. All I'd really need is a core group of people and some advertising through facebook and flyers. Ideally I'd start something regular, like Snowmass' beer-in-hand-kickball. Some ideas: beer-kickball in Ann Arbor. Snowball flight in Snowmass. Stand-up storytelling at a bar.
Music Favorites:
-Blue Scholars, Slightly stoopid, New York Ska Jazz Ensemble, Budos Band, Cee-lo Green.
-Favorite Movie of the last year: Black Dynamite.
-Favorite Book of the last year: The Fountainhead.
Comments:
-Grooveshark seems awesome.
-I, too, suspected the hairy ass but clicked it anyway.
-I like the suggestion of going all Clockwork Orange on Kyle to give him negative reactions to hairy-ass. Don't forget the metal eye-openers.
-I once started a soccer team named MEAT. Good name.
my hair diaper fears no man.
Whippit, that's your hair diaper's exact problem: it has no fear. It is crazy, out of control, lawless. You should put the fear of God in it.
Meat: meat!
Rubb: the metal eye openers are what hooked me on hairy arses in the first place.
Rubb: Remember when I named our soccer team Fun Buddies, and the jocks hated it? Yeah.
Rubb: if you start a snowmass snowball fight, I suggest calling it The Snowmassacre Asskicker.
Oops, that would be "Fun Boys".
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