Gunnerrific

So I turned the big 25 today.  So far this has included:

• 2 happy birthday songs sung over the phone
• 1 birthday shout out from a blog
• 2 happy birthdays via IM
• 1 birthday card from a co-worker (surprising)
• Several co-worker happy birthdays
• A new San Francisco shot glass and toy cable-car

In random-encounters-with-people-I-kind-of-knew news, last night I met up with two former Trinity graduates that were one year below me.  I was in a whole new part of town I had never been to before, Studio City, which is a pretty cool place.  This required a very windy and hilly drive up and over the mountains on Laurel Canyon Road, over and past Mullholland Drive.  Scenic to the max!

In star tracking news, I am secretly attempting to develop plans to meet Wil Wheaton.  He posts at blogging.la and apparently has been known to hang around Miracle Mile/BH.  I just want to shake Wesley Crusher‘s hand, is that too much to ask? 

In Karma Police news, I still continue to suffer from the ailments of insomnia.  I think any medical cure is out of the question, its all in my head, so at this point its down to drilling a hole in my skull.  Does anyone know a good skull-driller in the BH area?  Considering the high level of plastic surgeons I’m sure one is close enough to walk to.

In music-to-my-ears news, I’ve added more fav songs on the left.  If you read this I suggest checking them out on your favorite music downloading/stealing/streaming application.

Yes, thats right.  The name of this post is, Asshole.  Why?  Well, because that’s the sort of person you would have to be to perform the actions that were taken on my car.  Someone, I assume an anti-SUV anti-gas-guzzling hippie (yeah, hippie, I’m taking it that far), took it upon themselves to key my gas tank cover.  So now there are about 5 gashes in random directions on my gas tank cover, and only on my gas tank cover.  There are so many things wrong with this that I don’t even know where to start, so I won’t even bother.  All I know is, intentional destruction of property = asshole. 

In other news I have lined my nice new garden with some bricks.  And with the help of my neighbor, we plan on making it into a respectable collection of flora and fauna. 

iPod Nano Nano

My new iPod Nano finally arrived.  I had always said I would never ever get an iPod.  What’s changed you ask?  Well, my need to an entirely small music playing/storage device has increased considerably over the last three months.  Now I will be able to store my music on my person, thus letting me be able to listen to what I want, when I want, be it in the car, the office, the home, or out running.  It’s been quite difficult to keep my work and office music collection in sync so hopefully this will alleviate the problem.  I ordered it online, so I got an etching on the back.  It took awhile for me to decide what I would have written on the back.  The candidates were:

• Don’t Hate
• Crazy-ass Raggamuffin
• Man Eaters Need Instructions Too
• El Interceptor
• MOM
• Ain’t Deaf Enough
• Aynchronous Musical Insomniator
• Sweet Talker
• Ain’t Kiddinfoo
• Ennervation
• Willy Brand

Surprisingly enough, I went with Willy Brand.  Short, sweet, and somewhat insider.  In other news I’m turning 25 on the 21st, hooya.  My birthday par-tae on the following friday should be exciting and provide some entertaining pictures.

When I undertook the journey westward I succame to a case of insomnia.  This nice little guy has been with me during the last three months through thick and thing, keeping me awake at night and tired during the day.  I have tried to cure it with every imaginable suggestion that the Internet has provided, but to no avail.  Wine, a hot shower, beer (blaech), soft music, liquor, avoiding caffeine (!), improved diet, exercise in the afternoon, etc.  I have surmised that the numerous life changes that have taken place are responsible for this.  So, I have decided that my nickname of Willy Brand will henceforth be changed to Sleepy Brand.  Per the dictionary, sleepy is defined as "Ready for or needing sleep".  Fortunately, I will not have to change the name of this here web (pause) log, because I formally declined the use of Willy in the title. 

If you wish to chat with me in person, please note that I now have a webcam at work.  This means that you will be subject to a number of offensive, demeaning, and lewd gestures at any given moment, lest you discontinue initiation of any contact with me. 

The Street: Great

The Movie: Horrible

I was hoping for a great movie last weekend in watching ‘Mulholland Drive’.  However, I was confronted with poor acting, zero plot, and silly messaging.  I would also argue that Lynch included lesbianism in the film because he is a pervert, nothing more.  However, being a fan of movies, I still managed to enjoy it by laughing at the dialogue and acting.  Oh well.

I’ve been pretty busy this last week, thus this is my attempt to excuse my lack of an update.  I’ll try to be more regular this week.

Well, I finally ate at the Gaylord.  I’m not a big fan of Indian food, but the guys from work wanted to go.  Personally, I feel like every Indian dish is a mish-mash of mediocre ingrediants and strong spices. The highlight of the day however was en route to the restaurant. I asked the timeless joke to the group of guys I was with, "Did you see that movie last night, ‘Gaylord Say No?’"

Someone said no.  It was so funny and ridiculous that I almost couldn’t deal with it.

On a related note, I am a complete and utter news junkie during extraordinary trials of humanity.  I can’t stop watching the news and looking at pictures on the web about everything going in NOLA.  However, I really dislike the opinions and assumptions made by just about every moron on TV, so muting is an option I usually prefer.  On a related note, Google maps has a new Katrina option, so you can look at the before and after satellite/aerial images.  It’s pretty horrifying.