When you're up at 5:32AM like I am, you might feel like listening to some music. Okay, chances are that if you're up at 5:32AM, you're probably getting ready for work or something. Since I don't have a jobby job, and I woke up at 4PM yesterday...I felt the need to download 150+ songs and see what I liked. So here's what I thought was pretty good.
See people? I'm doing a public service for you. Instead of you having to spend 3 hours downloading and listening to random music, I can do it for you, and tell you what to like. I mean, what I like.
I will preface this with one small comment. I fully expect to get laughed at for parts of this list. Do I care? Nyet. Comment away...most creative burn wins. The winner will get worldwide acclaim (due to my exceptional fanbase...*cough*), and I will post a comment on their page announcing how awesome they are. Or something.
Here goes:
AFI - Love Like Winter
AFI - This Celluloid Dream
AFI - Summer Shudder
Chingy - Dem Jeans
Daughtry - All These Lives (Whole album rules, actually)
Daughtry - I'm Over It
Baby Boy - This is The Way I Live
Hilary Duff - With Love <-----TARGET ACQUIRED!
Evanescence - Like You
Jakalope - Anthem 2
Jakalope - Instigator
Juelz Santana - See My Clip
Katherine McPhee - Over It <----OPEN FIRE!
Keith Urban - Stupid Boy
Lil Scrappy - Oh Yeah
Mike Jones - Back Then
Rascal Flatts - Cool Thing
Saliva - Ladies and Gentlemen
Sevendust - Driven (New album March 6th!)
Sevendust - Deathstar
TI - Top Back (Remix)
Timbaland - Give It To Me
Young Jeezy - Go Getta
Game on.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Friday, February 16, 2007
Loser, take 1
It's 2:33AM right now. Your average person would be worried if he/she were awake right now...."Jeebus (blatantly stolen from Ottawa Mike), I gotta get up in 3 or 4 hours for work".
Man am I lucky I won the EI lottery. I think.
What has happened to me since my last cryptic entry, you ask?
I'll cover 24 hours in the life of moi. Put on your fucking seatbelt.
ATTENTION - This blog will expose how much of a nerd I really I am. If you somehow had decided I wasn't as much of a loser as I sound like...this will convince you. Except for the Jenner part. Don't fuck with my sister.
Well, I hung out at Jenners for a week or so, till she got better. How did I know when she was better? When she was able to stay up till 5AM drinking with me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the woman had chemo monday morning (hungover), and by saturday, she felt good enough to do the above. Some of you might think this is wrong, immoral, unsafe, etc. You know what I think?
It's fucking awesome. That's what I think. Hells yeah. That's the toughest bitch I know. I'm proud to call her my sister.
So, after that drunken mess, I decided I was gonna come home sunday. Too bad I didn't wake up till 3PM. Thanks Jenner. Anyways, I took the 7PM ferry home.
I'm gonna warn you right now.....Nerdbomber central, take 1.
Anyways, I'm sittin on the ferry, minding my own business (a hot blond girl decided to share the 4 seater with me....so I'm sorta nervous, I'm not gonna lie). I'm basically looking for any reason to look at her, so I look up at anyone who walks by. The first person that walks by is black, and looks familiar. Okay...kinda odd. The 2nd person that goes by is black too, and looks REALLY familiar. Okay, this is really odd. There's like, 9 black people in BC. I'm almost related to 2...so what are the chances that 2 of them (who aren't related to me) are on the ferry, and that I recognize them? Since I don't watch crime stoppers much, this is pretty much impossible.
YES!!! Curtis...that was fucking funny, you gotta admit.
Anyways, this stuns me for about 45 seconds, till I figure out what's going on.
5 guys set up a table directly across from where me and blondie are sitting, and start to play cards. All of them have WWE shirts on. They're all referees and security. I recognize them too, since I'm a nerd.
WWE had a house show in Victoria at 2PM that day, and apparently they were on the ferry, heading back to the mainland, cuz they had to be in Seattle by tuesday.
At this point, I think back to the black people I just saw. Sweet jeebus, that was MVP and Elijah Burke. WWE wrestlers. Big motherfuckers, too.
This takes a couple of minutes to set in. I mean, if these midcarders are on the boat, who fucking else is on here? It's Smackdown/ECW guys...so that means....Batista? Booker? Chris BENOIT?
As "Chris f'n Benoit" is passing between my ears, I see a white guy walking towards me...actually, walking doesn't describe it. He kinda waddles. Somehow, I knew who it was before I even saw his face. It was William Regal. Darren Matthews is his real name. I have no idea what possessed me to do it, but I got right out of my seat, stepped on blondies purse, and blocked his path. And said...nothing at first. After 2 or 3 seconds of uncomfortable silence, I said I was a big fan, and his book was inspirational. He was completely taken aback apparently, and thanked me. He asked if I was mistaking him with Mick Foley, which made me laugh....and we talked for a couple of minutes. He was super nice.
For those of you that don't know, Regal is your average wrestler, but he almost let his addictions kill him. He managed to defy the odds and overcome his problems. His autobiography actually helped me view things a lil differently...his outlook is very unique.
Anyways, that pretty much made my year. I couldn't believe I had met someone that I had considered an inspiration....especially since there's about 4 people in the world that fit in that category.
Oddly enough, that wasn't the only highlight of the boat trip.
So, I realize there's wrestlers on this here boat. I decide to leave my backpack with blondie (Tina...somehow I gathered up the cojones to ask her name and age, 22), and I went for a lap around the boat.
Before you point out the obvious....yes, I left a hot blond girl to go find gigantic men. Believe me, that realization hit me about 7 seconds after Tina went back to her car...I might not be a homo, but I AM retarded. Back to your regularly scheduled programming.
So, I walk around. I come across some pretty fucking cool wrestlers. Tommy Dreamer. MVP again. Funaki. Elijah Burke again. I decide to follow Elijah, since he's walking around a bit. He goes into the cafeteria. I don't follow, since I don't feel like ordering food. I go back to my seat (and Tina).
After 10 minutes or so of Tina ignoring me (gigantic surprise there), I decide to get up and go for a walk again. I walk out, turn the corner, and bump into an older gentleman.
Jesus fuck...this "older gentleman" was Ricky Steamboat!!
In case you care, Ricky "The Dragon" Steamboat was my absolute favourite wrestler when I was a kid. His match with Randy Savage at WrestleMania 3 is widely considered to be the best match in the history of modern wrestling. His matches with Ric Flair in the late 80's aren't far off. I know, I'm a fucking dork for caring about any of this. But everyone has heroes, and Ricky f'n Steamboat was my hero when I was a kid. And I just bumped into him on the ferry!
I actually mustered up the courage to talk to him for a few minutes....it was awesome. He was totally gracious, and super nice. He had white hair now...and he was in his 50's...but that didn't matter. This man was my hero....I felt like a kid again.
I didn't even go looking for Batista or Booker or Benoit after that. I went back to Tina and my seat, and thought about how incredible it was that I just literally bumped into TWO of my idols randomly. From very different periods of my life. Steamboat was my idol as a kid...cuz he was the epitome of good. He made me believe it was the only way to be. And Regal as an adult...cuz he overcame everything that was bad about the world. He perservered, when the world kicked the shit out of him. Eddie Guerrero did too, by the way. His book is magical....that's what made his death even more tragic.
I know, wrestlers are hardly role models to the real world....but, when I was a kid, you couldn't tear me away from a TV that had wrestling on. I didn't care about Superman, GI Joes, or anything else. Ask Mikey n Susan...I would stay up till 3AM to watch NWA Worldwide when I was 9. Why? I have no idea. That's what I could lose myself in. Every kid needs a fantasy world...that was mine. I believed. I wasn't a stupid kid...I didn't believe in much of anything. Why wrestling, you ask?
I have no idea.
Either way, I have never let many people creep into my life...but...somehow, somewhere, along the way...Steamboat captured my imagination...and Regal showed me what my demons really were.
It was a pleasure meeting both of you. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Tim Burke
PS - It's 4:28AM.
Man am I lucky I won the EI lottery. I think.
What has happened to me since my last cryptic entry, you ask?
I'll cover 24 hours in the life of moi. Put on your fucking seatbelt.
ATTENTION - This blog will expose how much of a nerd I really I am. If you somehow had decided I wasn't as much of a loser as I sound like...this will convince you. Except for the Jenner part. Don't fuck with my sister.
Well, I hung out at Jenners for a week or so, till she got better. How did I know when she was better? When she was able to stay up till 5AM drinking with me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the woman had chemo monday morning (hungover), and by saturday, she felt good enough to do the above. Some of you might think this is wrong, immoral, unsafe, etc. You know what I think?
It's fucking awesome. That's what I think. Hells yeah. That's the toughest bitch I know. I'm proud to call her my sister.
So, after that drunken mess, I decided I was gonna come home sunday. Too bad I didn't wake up till 3PM. Thanks Jenner. Anyways, I took the 7PM ferry home.
I'm gonna warn you right now.....Nerdbomber central, take 1.
Anyways, I'm sittin on the ferry, minding my own business (a hot blond girl decided to share the 4 seater with me....so I'm sorta nervous, I'm not gonna lie). I'm basically looking for any reason to look at her, so I look up at anyone who walks by. The first person that walks by is black, and looks familiar. Okay...kinda odd. The 2nd person that goes by is black too, and looks REALLY familiar. Okay, this is really odd. There's like, 9 black people in BC. I'm almost related to 2...so what are the chances that 2 of them (who aren't related to me) are on the ferry, and that I recognize them? Since I don't watch crime stoppers much, this is pretty much impossible.
YES!!! Curtis...that was fucking funny, you gotta admit.
Anyways, this stuns me for about 45 seconds, till I figure out what's going on.
5 guys set up a table directly across from where me and blondie are sitting, and start to play cards. All of them have WWE shirts on. They're all referees and security. I recognize them too, since I'm a nerd.
WWE had a house show in Victoria at 2PM that day, and apparently they were on the ferry, heading back to the mainland, cuz they had to be in Seattle by tuesday.
At this point, I think back to the black people I just saw. Sweet jeebus, that was MVP and Elijah Burke. WWE wrestlers. Big motherfuckers, too.
This takes a couple of minutes to set in. I mean, if these midcarders are on the boat, who fucking else is on here? It's Smackdown/ECW guys...so that means....Batista? Booker? Chris BENOIT?
As "Chris f'n Benoit" is passing between my ears, I see a white guy walking towards me...actually, walking doesn't describe it. He kinda waddles. Somehow, I knew who it was before I even saw his face. It was William Regal. Darren Matthews is his real name. I have no idea what possessed me to do it, but I got right out of my seat, stepped on blondies purse, and blocked his path. And said...nothing at first. After 2 or 3 seconds of uncomfortable silence, I said I was a big fan, and his book was inspirational. He was completely taken aback apparently, and thanked me. He asked if I was mistaking him with Mick Foley, which made me laugh....and we talked for a couple of minutes. He was super nice.
For those of you that don't know, Regal is your average wrestler, but he almost let his addictions kill him. He managed to defy the odds and overcome his problems. His autobiography actually helped me view things a lil differently...his outlook is very unique.
Anyways, that pretty much made my year. I couldn't believe I had met someone that I had considered an inspiration....especially since there's about 4 people in the world that fit in that category.
Oddly enough, that wasn't the only highlight of the boat trip.
So, I realize there's wrestlers on this here boat. I decide to leave my backpack with blondie (Tina...somehow I gathered up the cojones to ask her name and age, 22), and I went for a lap around the boat.
Before you point out the obvious....yes, I left a hot blond girl to go find gigantic men. Believe me, that realization hit me about 7 seconds after Tina went back to her car...I might not be a homo, but I AM retarded. Back to your regularly scheduled programming.
So, I walk around. I come across some pretty fucking cool wrestlers. Tommy Dreamer. MVP again. Funaki. Elijah Burke again. I decide to follow Elijah, since he's walking around a bit. He goes into the cafeteria. I don't follow, since I don't feel like ordering food. I go back to my seat (and Tina).
After 10 minutes or so of Tina ignoring me (gigantic surprise there), I decide to get up and go for a walk again. I walk out, turn the corner, and bump into an older gentleman.
Jesus fuck...this "older gentleman" was Ricky Steamboat!!
In case you care, Ricky "The Dragon" Steamboat was my absolute favourite wrestler when I was a kid. His match with Randy Savage at WrestleMania 3 is widely considered to be the best match in the history of modern wrestling. His matches with Ric Flair in the late 80's aren't far off. I know, I'm a fucking dork for caring about any of this. But everyone has heroes, and Ricky f'n Steamboat was my hero when I was a kid. And I just bumped into him on the ferry!
I actually mustered up the courage to talk to him for a few minutes....it was awesome. He was totally gracious, and super nice. He had white hair now...and he was in his 50's...but that didn't matter. This man was my hero....I felt like a kid again.
I didn't even go looking for Batista or Booker or Benoit after that. I went back to Tina and my seat, and thought about how incredible it was that I just literally bumped into TWO of my idols randomly. From very different periods of my life. Steamboat was my idol as a kid...cuz he was the epitome of good. He made me believe it was the only way to be. And Regal as an adult...cuz he overcame everything that was bad about the world. He perservered, when the world kicked the shit out of him. Eddie Guerrero did too, by the way. His book is magical....that's what made his death even more tragic.
I know, wrestlers are hardly role models to the real world....but, when I was a kid, you couldn't tear me away from a TV that had wrestling on. I didn't care about Superman, GI Joes, or anything else. Ask Mikey n Susan...I would stay up till 3AM to watch NWA Worldwide when I was 9. Why? I have no idea. That's what I could lose myself in. Every kid needs a fantasy world...that was mine. I believed. I wasn't a stupid kid...I didn't believe in much of anything. Why wrestling, you ask?
I have no idea.
Either way, I have never let many people creep into my life...but...somehow, somewhere, along the way...Steamboat captured my imagination...and Regal showed me what my demons really were.
It was a pleasure meeting both of you. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Tim Burke
PS - It's 4:28AM.
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Five random musings
1. I'm gonna get my tax return soon. Combined with my alaska air miles, that means...TRIP. Gotta figure out where still....but it won't be boring. Well, I hope not.
2. I'm dog-sitting for Damian and Kerri Ann for 10 days (14th-24th). Should be interesting.
3. I'm not being a very good brother lately. I mean, I'm here...but I'm not exactly doing what I'm supposed to be. I gotta smarten up a lil bit.
4. As for other family issues...grow up, everyone. It's not happening anyways, so why worry bout it? Even if it did, if you all understood any of the issues, and decided one of you would be able to stand up for something for once, I would gladly step aside. I think it's funny that the only person in the family that trusts me is the one with the most to lose. Doesn't that fucking tell you something? I apologized once...I won't ever again, now that I know how everyone feels.
5. 3-0 Chicago. Come on now.
I think that's enough venom for today.
2. I'm dog-sitting for Damian and Kerri Ann for 10 days (14th-24th). Should be interesting.
3. I'm not being a very good brother lately. I mean, I'm here...but I'm not exactly doing what I'm supposed to be. I gotta smarten up a lil bit.
4. As for other family issues...grow up, everyone. It's not happening anyways, so why worry bout it? Even if it did, if you all understood any of the issues, and decided one of you would be able to stand up for something for once, I would gladly step aside. I think it's funny that the only person in the family that trusts me is the one with the most to lose. Doesn't that fucking tell you something? I apologized once...I won't ever again, now that I know how everyone feels.
5. 3-0 Chicago. Come on now.
I think that's enough venom for today.
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