FEARLESS FRANK

I left you all hanging.
I have good reasons.
I will get to them.

Emotionally, what I was hoping for Saturday night:



(Adam Bomb, I know you feel this)

(really, if you were born anywhere from 1982 to 1986, this HAD to have meant something to you... a top-50 elementary school moment EASY)

What was probably more realistic:



Fight Of The Year? Are you sure??? Arthur Tsesura begs to differ.

Toddy says: "The fire in his heart is only rivaled by the flames on his shorts."

What actually happened:

...

Nothing.

He didn't even fight.

"I tried to tell him to stay around and fight, but he just left and blazed."

-Jim Thomas, President of FISTS OF GLORY.

Jason tells it differently.

So does Myspace.

"I stood there in my MMPR shirt, Dino Thunder colored bead necklace, and a Zeonizer strapped to my wrists! Lol!"

"She walked us right up to him and just was like 'Jason, these two boys are some of your biggest fans, and I wanted to make sure you got to meet them.' I freaked out silently, of course. My GOD he was ripped! He looked at me and shook my hand and kinda laughed a bit -- 'Wow, got the gadgets and everything, huh?', he said. 'You betcha!!'"

"One funny detail tho, Jason's shorts he had on for combat said "Fearless Frank" across the front! LOL!!! :lol: "

Thanks Myspace!



Now. Why did this take five days to write?

(A) I loved staring at MJ's post.
(B) For real.
(C) I was working on something else You-Me-Go.
(D) You don't believe me?
(E) Here's what I had written:

********NOT A REAL POST I AM ONLY LETTING YOU INTO THE INNERWORKINGS OF A TWO-WEEK OLD BLOGGER HERE GOES****************

An introduction is in order.

Monday Nights:


"I'm 40!!!! I DON'T KNOW IF THERE IS A TOMORROW!"

This is a very good thing.

So good, in fact, that I sat around to transcribe the entire episode... with a little help from Matt and Seth.

You see.

We care. About you. Our mainly anonymous friends.

(hi Matt Wilson!)

*********LOOK IT WAS CLEVER AND WONDERFUL AND I'M SERIOUS WE WROTE OUT PRETTY MUCH THE ENTIRE EPISODE INTERSPERSED WITH WITTY COMMENTS BY YOURS TRULY************

But. Here's the problem. It wasn't THAT witty.

Only kind of. And barely.

I'll even give you some examples:

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Tessa: "What I bring to the table - I'm really funny, I have great morals, I need an intellectual challenge."

WHAT.

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Megan arrives!!! She's the local favorite!!! Chi-rock!!!

"Some of the girls might look at me and say, 'she doesn't know as much... she's 21.'"

"Well, maybe I am super young, maybe I am super naive... but I don't know that in my own mind."

MEGAN! MEGAN! MEGAN!

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"I love to eat."

"I love food."

"Cool."

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MARY IS CRYING! SHE'S UPSET! COMPLAINTS ABOUT THE POOL SITUATION!!!

SHE IS BAWLING!!!

"I FEEL LIKE I HAVE THE POSITIVE POWER WITHIN ME TO PREVENT ALL THIS!!!!"

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Limbo time with the cooooooooouuuugars.

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"You're 48? That's crazy!"

"I have great genetics."

HAHAHAHAHAHHA.

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"I have a son."

Jaw clench.

"He's 25."

Seth can hear Mark's molars breaking.

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"I had a chance to see another side of Megan. She's full of life, full of energy."

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Mark to Angela: "I just didn't feel like there could be something there in the future."

A hollow limbo victory.

"Can I give you a hug?"

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You see what I mean. It makes sense to meeeeeeeeeeeeee. But you didn't watch it (no one expected you to) and thus can't be held responsible for my newly developed appreciation for reality shows and 38 year old women named Jayanna.

BUT. I will also say this. How about we all watch it together this Monday? Me and whoever I can round up will live-blog-it as the show goes... we'll post the comments as they come, too!... and we'll see what e-web magic we can rustle up together.

I think this is a great idea.

It could be a terrible idea.

Monday @ 9/8 Central.

Maybe?

P.S. we rode in an elevator with Bernie Mac on Sunday.

BYE!

Trash and Fakers

So, as you maybe have noticed by now, we're nursing this newborn YOU-ME-GO puppy blog on whatever garbage it will consume by way of a click to ye ol' 'publish' button (which, thankfully, happens to be anything). To continue with our zany and crazy anything goes approach, I'd like to share two new discoveries. The first of which is the work of Tim Noble and Sue Webster. As ps1 informs me, "Partners in both life and art, Tim Noble (1966) and Sue Webster (1967) explore the toxic influences of consumer culture through new modes of portraiture. Turning garbage into complex and visually arresting sculptural installations, Noble and Webster exploit, manipulate and transform base materials, often using self-portraiture to undermine the celebrated” authorship of the artist."



The second saucy treat comes from choreographer Morgan Thorson and her piece Faker, which I accidentally saw a few months ago here in Chicago at Links Hall (while trying to see a performance by Molly Shanahan... Molly, where were you?). This is one of those "stumble across something amazing and the unplanned nature of the event puts your reaction over the top" sort of things. However, I believe that she is one of the most original, thoughtful, well-balanced living artists. The craft and execution of her vision for "Faker" was incredible. My sister (a choreographer), brother (a composer), and I agreed that it was the best experience we've ever had with art... period. There you have it, what else can I say. See it.

My 7th grade shop teacher is an excellent guitarist

So, my 7th grade shop teacher's name was Mr. Hugg. For all I know, that was just a particularly apt code name. It appears that he, or someone who looks a lot like him, appeared in Marciac in 1999 under the name Wayne Krantz and played some sweet fusion guitar with a sweet bassist and a sweet drummer. These guys have played for a long time, and have several amazing records out. It is pretty wierd stuff, but if you are so inclined, check it out:



That's it.

Summertime

Biking to practice

TO: JOEL VAN HAREN

aka You Left Me My First Comment And I Have Forever Engraved Your Name on My Heart

aka It's June And We're Talking Lost And The Word "Spoiler" Doesn't Mean Anything To Me

aka Jack Left The Island, Took Stem Cells, Brought Back Flannel, And Traded in John Locke For Suzie Marie Toller And The Ghost Whisperer



Jack and Kate are off the island.
Charlie is dead.
Ben is in the casket.
(TELL ME HE'S NOT, I WON'T BELIEVE YOU)
Locke is still on the island.
(DITTO)
Walt probably has to shave now.

My question...

I don't understand how Jack's father is still alive. In the future. When he is dead. In the past.

Understandably.

We can comment back and forth about this and it will be great.

-------

For the rest of you.

If you weren't missing this man every Wednesday night...



...then I can't imagine that this post was worth scrolling through.

Fortuantely, here is something we can all get behind.
(kudos to the AOL Sports Fanhouse)

If anyone can:
cancel my Saturday plans
drive me five hours to the Williamson County Pavillion in Marion, Illinois
pay for gas.

This - THIS! - will be your reward:

Get Ready for the Future

So here's the skinny: Our good friends over at the University of Utah have discovered a way to turn heat into soundwaves and then turn those soundwaves into electricity. The man behind all this is Orest Symko (pictured here and looking a bit smug). But think about it...getting your new laptop out of the box and having it's own heat charge up the battery...the heat from your Prius' engine refueling it's battery cells.

Total Mindjob!

Here's the article.

fighting back the hermit

Yesterday after practice I wanted nothing more than to lay on the couch, turn my brain off, and fall asleep trying to watch one of Danny's slow sad films (they usually go over my head which forces me to avoid talking at length about them with others, but I guess part of the problem could be that I am drifting in and out of sleep. in general I sleep during movies which makes my sister mad and because of this my vote at blockbuster holds little to no weight) As I walked home through the park I tried to ignore the soft green grass, the woman I see everyday who pushes a large cart full of yarn and other various crafting supplies, and the long haired rocker who sits on the bench near the baseball diamond drawing dark pictures. All of these things make me want to go to park. When I got home to execute my plan the light from our windows cast a depressing glare on the TV. So I grabbed a sheet and a book of short stories and placed myself behind a group of five year olds being taught the game of baseball. So funny. I accidentally picked an extremely sad story about a horribly dysfunctional relationship and cancer, but I was glad that I forced myself to go out.

LOST.

the crash in real time.



unrelated:

the world's longest slam dunk.



unrelated:

I took a three and a half hour nap today.

....

I think most of my posts will be like this.

Induced Lucid Dreaming (off to a good start)

I was thinking about waiting for someone else to start things off with a more important post, but then I thought, what could be more important than creating bizarre (futuristic looking) masks to induce lucid dreaming? While reading MAKE zine I found Nate True's amazing $30 d.i.y. kit adaptation of (bozo-swede scientists) Novadreamer's $200 version. Look at the picture of this guy for crying out loud. He's not trying to swindle anyone. He's dead serious about inducing lucid dreams. Follow the link to read how it works... and if (like me) you believe him, buy the kit. Lets do this!

here we go

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