OK Go roxxors my soxxors

While I was driving today, I was switching through radio stations and stopped when I heard a catchy beat on Indie 103.1. I bopped my head up and down to the beat and was thinking, “Hey, this song is pretty good.” Then, the most amazing thing happened. COWBELLS. They were harmonizing with COWBELLS.

Seriously? The first thing my mind went to was the band sitting around writing this song and one of the members saying, “Dude, we gotta have more cowbell.” Then, they all crack up for a good ten minutes and give the cowbells a bigger part. The next thing my mind went to was this band performing the song live. Who gets to play the cowbells?

Anyways, that was all good and fun, but something even more amazing happened. After the song ended, the DJ was saying something and I wasn’t really paying attention partly because I was driving and partly because I was still thinking about cowbells, but then I heard “have OK Go here tonight” and you shoulda seen it. Shoot. My mind focused onto the radio program so fast, the sound of my mental power sharpening made the drivers around me lose control of their cars.

The DJ and the band talked for a bit and then! AND THEN! They performed “Oh Lately It’s So Quiet” right there! Live! And it was way better than the version that was in their album and I shouted at the top of my lungs, “OH MY GAWD OK GO ROXXORS MY SOXXORS!”

 

Disclaimer: The sharpening of mental power does not actually make noise. Thus, no one really lost control of their cars. Also, I did not actually yell that. I’m not crazy. I’m not!

Felix the Freakin’ Fish

My, my. Look at this. Four days since I last wrote? This is terrible! I promise I’ll do better.

Anyways, I recently acquired a cool fishbowl. It is made of two parts. The lower piece is basically a glass vase and is moderately large. The upper piece is designed to hold a plant in such a way that the roots are exposed, and when the two pieces are put together, the roots are suspended in the upper part of the lower vase. The fish swims around in the vase and maybe picks at the roots for extra food.

I did my research and it seems that the best fish for a fishbowl - where I can’t oxygenate the water without making my bowl and aerator contraption looking makeshift - is a betta fish because apparently, they have a special organ that allows them to breathe air directly from the surface of the water. So, I went and got a betta fish.

I got it all settled into the new fishbowl and I decided it needs a name. I’m not sure at all, but I think my fish is a male. So, for the last couple days, I’ve been trying to think of a name for a dude fish, but I couldn’t think of anything except Felix. I think it’s because everyday, I drive by the Chrysler dealership next to USC that has that ginormous Felix the Cat sign on top of it.

Everytime I start to try to think of a name, stupid Felix pops up into my head, and then the only thing I can think about for the next 10 minutes is Felix the Cat and that one video of Triumph the Insult Comic Dog where he’s making fun of the people waiting in line for the opening of a Star Wars movie and says, “Do all Storm Troopers talk like 60s robots? ‘I am a Storm Trooper. I was built by… Felix the Cat.’”

Yeah. So, I decided I’m not going to try to think of a clever name and just name the damn fish Felix. Felix the Freakin’ Fish. Oh, yes. I will use alliteration for my fish’s name and don’t you forget it!

Memories faded into recollections

• When I was in elementary school, my best friend and I spent a day at the Long Beach Aquarium with my parents. We were wearing the same blue, grey, and white striped shirts from GAP.
• I got into a fight in the second grade with a boy in my class and his older brother. My glasses broke but I put up a good fight. I think…
• One of the kids in my third grade class brought a peanut butter, ant, cockroach, fly, and jelly sandwich. We watched him eat it at the bottom of the stairs next to our classroom.
• On those stairs, the new choir teacher auditioned the kids in my class 5 at a time.
• I walked home with my friends from a middle school that was a mile away from home, and we did it often.
• I drank coconut boba drinks with friends at the cafe near my middle school called What’s Brewing?
• In middle school, we all loved when we had subsitute teachers until Ms. Lee substituted for my 6th grade math and science teacher for a week. Everytime we heard there was going to be a sub, we prayed it wasn’t Ms. Lee.
• I started ditching in elementary school when I would walk home wearing an overfilled backpack and holding a guitar too big for me so I wouldn’t have to go to the afterschool program where they would force me to learn math of levels far too advanced for me. I distinctly remember looking at a sheet of paper with long division on it thinking, “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” because we had only just started multiplication tables in class let alone single digit division.
• When I was a kid, my dad would bring blank sheets of paper with him when we went to church that I used to draw on and make paper airplanes with to keep my hyperactive self occupied.
• I had to bargain or negotiate with my dad to convince him to buy me toys and games.
• Immediately after my birthday, I began to think about what I would want for Christmas. Can you guess what I did on Christmas evenings?

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Lately, my creative juices have congealed into a jello-like substance and are not flowing smoothly. I’ve started sticking to a daily routine: wake up, exercise, wash up, eat breakfast, brush teeth, dress up, go to work, come home, take a shower, have dinner, rest a bit, study Korean, take a shower, brush teeth, floss, and go to bed. This lack of change has discontinued circulation of the creative juices, which is how, I suspect, they have congealed.

So that’s the reason for the couple days pauses in my blogging schedule. I just can’t think of much to write about. All I really do is work. Oh, and speaking of work, MK is coming along very well. She’s learning quickly and even did an interview by herself today, which from what I understand, was with the most unhappy senior citizen in the world.

He accused her of being a scam artist, and scam artists we are not. He even called down all of his friends in the building and they were all yelling and accusing and just being jerks. Yet, she still managed to calm them down and get all of the information we need. Not bad for her first try, eh?

Sarcasm

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noun the giant gulf between the sarcastic comment and the person who doesn’t get it