The boy is back in town

Ahhh, finally. The house mates have returned to their respectful homes for Christmas break, and it's easy to tell they left in a hurry. I got back to LA from Modesto about three hours ago and was immediately reacquainted with a filthy house, a full sink of dirty dishes, and an overflowing trash can. Three hours later, I'm completely unpacked, the house is clean (for the most part); I guess I'll vacuum tomorrow. *sigh* Work in eight hours. Goodnight.

2am and still no sign of Santa...

Well, I'm just about finished up with prepping my gift to my mom tomorrow morning. By the time she reads this blog, she will have already found out what it is, so I have no worries about telling everyone right now - I spent the last five days fixing up my laptop, making leaps and bounds over all kinds of technical problems that I won't dare go into detail about - in fear of forever locking myself into categories of "nerd" far from the societal norm. My technical prowess aside, I've conquered the lappy, for the time being anyway. Still some updates to do, but that can happen while I sleep. :p

Changing the subject, I hope all of you faithful readers out there are doing well, and having a merry Christmas. I know I am. The blogroll has been thin lately, which seems fitting, since the number of subscribers to me has been somewhat lackluster lately. Meh, numbers go up and down, but I still hope the stuff I'm putting out isn't total crap - which is probably why I enjoy feedback so much. My hat's off to you, my friends, those who read these silly posts through thick and thin, thanks for being my audience. ;)

And if anyone has a regular blog they keep up, send me a link and I'll be sure to subscribe. Those who take time out of their week religiously to jot down a few musings or rants deserve some form of attention, albeit in the form of kudos.

I have a few more things to do before I call it a night yet, so I'll see you all some other time (when the sun's out, hopefully.) Merry Christmas.

BoM FTL

I want to shake this guy's hand.

Compatibility

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'Tis the Season

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It's Christmas. We show up at my grandmas house. I'm 14. It comes time to open the presents, she brings out this little square-shaped flat present, wrapped in Christmas paper. I wonder what it is, what joyous gift from grandma could be so small in volume? I open it, and see the words "AOL Internet Trial CD" on the cover of a cardboard disc holder, with a 14-day AOL trial CD inside. Confused, I asked her what it was. She proudly proclaimed "I've bought you fourteen days of free internet!"

And that's why I hate Christmas.

My Favorite Caption

Tonight, I flipped through the pages of an old notebook. Passing by class notes, poems and lyrics to songs long forgotten, I happened upon this:

When are we going to have this conversation about Jesus?

That is what reads at the bottom of a page in my notebook. I don't remember writing it, nor do I recall ever reading it before. Either way, I cannot help but note the applicability of its placement directly beneath a sketch of me saddling a Tyrannosaurus Rex attacking my high school.

Hellogoodybe

Everyone back home should enjoy this - this is a video I helped Mark Anderson make in one day before I left for Los Angeles. The famous Drama class music video project was underway and he asked me for a hand. Of course, by "hand" he meant for me to direct, film, puppeteer, and edit.

This project is possibly the most well known feature of any class at my old high school - probably because it's the most fun to do, and even more fun to watch the presentations. I'm told that they still show my video I did my senior year of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen for inspiration. I'll upload that one when I get the chance. Until then, here's mine and Mark's video to Here in Your Arms, by Hellogoodbye. (This will probably be a dead link soon due to copyright law, so if nothing shows up, it's your lazy fault for not reading my blog soon enough.)

Fool