Summer Days...
...are indeed drifting away. It has been a long time since this blog has been updated, and even longer since it's served to communicate more than snippy remarks from member to member. Now we are all in our different places--Tim is in Gunnison, riding his rad new bike; Matt is in Africa, spending many of his hours glued to a camera; Fatz is in Iowa, narrowly avoiding arrest; and I am wasting my life at my parents' house in the OC. So, to our constant reader(s), we apologize--there's just not much to say. This is just a note to communicate I'm alive and well, and should something momentous happen I will definitely post it here. Adieu.
~Andy
In Defense
I am sorry that my roommate of 3 years thinks that I don't know what the G-Spot is. I guess going to a public school instead of a private Christian school has sheltered me some but thanks for the help Matt.
'Tim'
P.S. My suspicions were confirmed about the cavities. I got 2, my first two amazingly.
My own peace of the pie...
I figured since Tim chimed in on his whereabouts, I'd throw mine down. I'm currently in Burbank California getting some much needed R and R after an intense semester, and just before a grueling trip to Swaziland Africa. I was actually on my way back to Phoenix Monday morning when I get a call Sunday night at 11pm asking if I'll come in and do a day on "America's Next Top Model". Being a heterosexual male and a capitalist to boot, I say yes. I spend the day driving people from set to our parking garage and back (not interesting), but I also on these trips get to talk to the directors of the show (interesting) as well as drop off some top secret Tyra Banks mail (very interesting) and get to meet the models (very very interesting... and by that I mean arousing). I get back and crash at my dad's place in Burbank and decide instead of heading back to Phoenix so soon, I'll stay a few days. So here I stay. I bought some new DVDs, have eaten horribly, and have just rested for the long trip. I'll probably head back to Phoenix tommorrow... or not... we'll see.
-Kitchen
By the way, I don't think that Tim knows that G-Spot is a sexual
reference of sorts. He's very sheltered. For those offended, I apologize.
Tim is slow and doesn't know what he's saying half the time. Later.
In Search of Home
So I am home. Not in Trop 212 no, I am home in Gunnison, Colorado aka the "G-Spot". If you've never heard of Gunnison then you must live in a cave because we are the "igneous rock intrusion capital of the world"! How did I get here? Let me tell you of my tale. I flew out Friday around 12:35 after waiting in a line that extended from Terminal 1 to Terminal 2 at LAX. My flight was delayed because the flight was overbooked. I would have gladly given up my seat for a $200 voucher but I was supposed to go to my cousin's high school graduation. Bummer, but oh well. I fly to Phoenix where I was supposed to hurry to catch my next flight to the G-Spot. Problem is there is a security lockdown inbetween me and the terminal I needed to get to. So I waited for 10 minutes and then we were allowed to pass. I get to my gate and there I discover that my flight has been delayed 2 hr's. So I could have taken the vouchers and still caught my flight but instead I am $200 poorer and instead of arriving at 6 pm I arrive at 8pm. Not a big issue until you realize that my cousin's graduation is 4 1/2 hours away in Denver. Again not a big issue until you realize that it starts at 9 AM! My parents give me my own room in the hotel which was cool but also give me a wake up call at 7AM, not cool. After the graduation my dad wants to take our cousins out to eat. Being from the south my dad wants to eat at Furr's. It's like a Home Town Buffet. I hate these places because they remind me of school cafeteria food. I however am able to gain the support of several of my cousins to change the eating place to something like Chile's. But ultimately the decision is up to the big graduate. I hear from his brother that earlier that day he said he didn't want to go to Furr's. However, upon a second inquisition the Grad decides he does want to go to Furr's. I believe there is some sort of recessive gene in my family that 1 out of 4 of my relatives have. After Furr's we make the 4 hr trip back to Gunnison. I have finally made it. The G-Spot never felt so good. Now my only problems are the dentist where i am almost positive he will find some cavities because I now have a few sweet toothe's, a check up with orthopedic surgeon where I will have to explain why I didn't keep up with my excercises and as a result cant bend my leg all the way, and at some point explain to my parents that I bought an XBOX at school (currently I have it downstairs where my brother is staying). It should be a fun summer. :)
'Tim'
Great Ball of Fire!!!
I have no been so burned out in my entire life. They are, as we speak, offering $2000 to the student with the best short script that can be used for the Biola Film next semester. I've got absolutely nothing. I think I had a seizure from looking at the new yearbook. If you've seen it, you'd understand. But enough about me, Tim has been playing videogames for the better part of 4 days, and is not at all concerned about the fact that him and I will be homeless in August. It is good to see him around though, because last week was hell for him... probably because he spent 14 weeks slacking off, but who am I to judge? Andy might skip Star Wars midnight show because of school...WHAT!?! Have I entered some space time continu... continu... (looking it up in dictionary... I was right, someone was stupid enough to put two U's together in one word...) continuum. This defies all logic. Thankfully though, Fatz is Fatz, he still plays Halo until 2am, shirtless, with the stereo cranked as loud as possible. And yes I fractured my leg and decided that I didn't need ligaments in my ankle anymore. It's been an exciting couple weeks around here, which means that the apartment is absolutely disgusting. Besides that, I'd say we're all doing pretty well. I wish I had something more important to say, but I suppose an update is good enough. Hope you're all doing well. Talk to you all soon.
-Kitchen
By the way, right now Tim and Andy are totally on a date at the Universal Amphitheatre listening to the music of Final Fantasy.
Sexual Politics
Another day, another dollar (or three), another Eagle's Nest breakfast burrito. The perfect food? Maybe. In fact, they are so good that I might have to file them as Exhibit Q in the case to prove God's existence. On the flipside of that, if God exists, then why didn't he create tater tots to grow in the wild? Now
that would be benevolent.
I posited an interesting theory to Matt this evening--what would humanity accomplish if sex never existed? Assuming we could still reproduce in some manner (oops, I lost an arm... give it a few seconds... hey! it's another me), I initially thought we would have transcended to a higher plane of existence. If we spent as much time on science or art as we did on worrying about the opposite sex--or same sex, if that's your particular sausage--then the middle ages would have lasted about two hours. Or two MacGuyver episodes, because that would have been invented much earlier.
However, I changed my mind on this particular topic when I realized a crucial fact. This is big, wait for it.
There is nothing we do that we do not do, at least subconsciously, to impress or woo the opposite sex--or same sex, if that's your plate of grits. Think about it. Plato? Poon-tang. Da Vinci? Da womens. Newton? Nookie. It works the opposite way, too. Cleopatra? Co... I'm not going to finish that. Heck, even Jesus kept that Mary Magdalene chick around. I'm sure he flexed when he was healing the lepers--see those guns?
Now, I'm pretty sure I neither believe this nor am I qualified to discuss biopsychology, but if I was only allowed to talk about things I know about, I'd be a whole lot quieter. I'm going to go listen to music.
~Andy
Song of the Day
"You Still Believe in Me" by M. Ward
The Beach Boys classic played instrumentally with folk instrumentation and a kickin' lo-fi recording. Simply amazing.
The Morning After, After
The film festival is over. Whew. Fortunately it was very successful, running quickly and showcasing the films without
too many technical issues. Fatz and I didn't embarrass ourselves (at least not by forgetting our lines, though I cannot vouch for what we said) and the whole apartment raked in the awards. I believe we won seven total, in which both
Flipside and
A Thousand Hearts are represented multiple times. We're trying to be as conspicuous as possible with the trophies without being total asses--Fatz suggested building a hanging shelf in the doorway that requires all visitors to bow under as they come in. I think that idea is awesome.
In other news, Matt broke his damn ankle playing basketball. He now hops around the apartment like an ungainly kangaroo and asks people to get stuff for him. I think the fine gentlemen that live below us want to crucify him. In any case, he is milking this far too much for me to think it was all an accident. I'm on to your game, Kitch.
Now that the film festival is over it's time for me to buckle down and seriously deal with the schoolwork that has been piling up on my desk (and my floor, and my car floor, and the common room, and the kitchen, etc.). In other words, I'm looking for a cheap ticket to Puerto Rico. In fact, I should be writing a paper right now, but I just can't force myself to put words on a page unless those words are narcissistic and web-published. I never seem to be at a loss for those.
~Andy
