2.27.2005

Is it apathy, or just a lack of musical knowledge?

Either way, I guess I'll just give you the answers to the 20 songs from 2 posts ago.

Here they are:

1) Rob Zombie - Never Gonna Stop
2) Man Pain - Down By Texas
3) Chuck Berry - Johnny B. Goode
4) Orgy - 107
5) Madonna - Hollywood
6) Mr. Bungle - The Girls of Porn
7) Misfits - Skulls
8) Big Dumb Face - Duke Lion
9) Murder By Death - A Caucus Race
10) Group X - Good Girl Yes, Bad Girl No
11) Kittie - Paperdoll
12) Rammstein - Spiel Mit Mir
13) Radiohead - Optimistic
14) Paddy's Irish Clan - Fuck the British Army
15) Mr Bungle - Ars Moriendi
16) Phish - Wonderwall (yeah, I know some other crappy band made the original, but Phish made it better)
17) Sublime - Santeria
18) Beck - Tropicalia
19) Bad Religion - You
20) Phish - Back on the Train
21) Spinal Tap - Stonehenge

That wasn't a very complicated list...You people need to listen to more (read: better) music.

2.24.2005

An Imaginative Mind, or an Extreme Case of OCD

My current job requires me to do things which are, how should I say...less than fun?

Perhaps that is an under/over-statement. You decide: I arrange things on shelves to make them look more presentable to the public, while fooling them into thinking we have more product than we actually do. Some shifts require that I do this for eight hours. This is the kind of job where it's necessary to have an imaginitive mind (or an extreme case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) for one to leave at the end of their shift without being gripped by hysteria.

A quick recap about the job (not that it's necessary): I arrange things on shelves. Easy enough, right? Exactly! It's so easy that I finish the job in 3-4 hours, and am left with about half of my shift to make it look like I'm working.

Now, for the few hours of real work that I do, it's easy to tell that I'm doing what I'm supposed to. I move up and down the aisle looking for product that's out of place and I return the stray merchandise to it's rightful position. There's nothing that can escape my clutches when I'm conditioning the shelves. Managers walk past, and say "Hey Eric, how's it going?" To which I always reply, "Oh, pretty good." *shuffle* *arrange* *shuffle* I'm in the zone.

When I finish my initial round of the store, though, I'm left with hours to pursue other objectives. At this stage in my shift, I make frequent trips to: the breakroom, the bathroom, the photo-lab, and other areas of the store where I find products that interest me. Most of all, however, I'm given the opportunity to do what I do best. Think. The deep thought and reflection I achieve during this phase of work is comparable only to that point where you're just about to fall asleep and EVERYTHING makes perfect sense. You can tell I'm deep in thought when I'm moving randomly through aisles without any apparent destination. I may also be sitting down on the floor, removing objects from the shelf, putting them back on, and repeating this process. I usually do this until I feel that someone's on to me. Once I feel the managers are peering down on my progress from the security cameras, I get up, move down the aisle a bit, and continue the process. Paranoia, or instinct? I'm not sure, but it works.

I suppose the most notable period of thought was when I devised the skeleton for my new calendar system. I'm still working on it, but I will post it when it's complete. I'll just say that it's highly efficient when compared to the hackneyed system currently in place. I'm still working out some kinks because the original model required that I completetly modify linear metric measurement.

How did I go from keeping track of days, to affecting the length of measurements in the metric system?

Well, because the meter is a set length which was determined by the distance light travels in a certain amount of time, and since this entire model is out to restructure time, I would have to restructure the metric system. Or just modify the amount of time required for light to travel that specific distance, given my new model for time. Not sure yet, but I'll do my best to make my thoughts coherent when I post the complete model.

But, yeah, that's what I do at work.

2.17.2005

Good Shaith

Stole this from Belv-ah.

Step 1: Open up whatever MP3 program you use and add every song in your collection.
Step 2: Put it on random.
Step 3: Pick lines from the first 20 songs that play. (I addded an extra one though)
Step 4: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from.
Step 5: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 6: DON'T RUN THEM THROUGH A SEARCH ENGINE.


    1 - Use my body to keep you alive
    2 - Gonna drive my lady. Goin and goin insanely.
    3 - He never ever learned to read or write so well,
    but he could play the guitar just like he's ringin' a bell
    4 - It's about this constant addiction, about this greater demand.
    As I reach for the life with only seconds left, I'm getting deeper.
    5 - Shine your light now. This time it's got to be good.
    6 - The urge is too much to take. All I can think about is playin' with myself.
    It's time to masturbate. I got my Hustler and I don't need nothin' else.
    7 - I want your soul. I need your soul.
    8 - He's the son of man and god and lion
    9 - She touches your wrist, you start to sweat, but it's just drinks
    10 - I said to you, "How to tie a shoe?" You said you didn't know so you wear the velcro.
    11 - They try her on for size, she fits nice.
    12 - Vor dem Bett, ein schwarzes Loch
    13 - Vultures circlin' the dead, pickin' up every last crumb.
    14 - If I had a face like you, I'd join the British army.
    15 - He who wafts on the red winds. In extrimis.
    16 - Today was gonna be the day they were gonna throw it back to you.
    17 - If he knows what is good for him, he'd best go run and hide.
    18 - You wouldn't know what to say to yourself. Love is a poverty you couldn't sell.
    Misery waits in vague hotels to be evicted.
    19 - It's made of candy canes, and planes, and bright red choo choo trains.
    20 - When I jumped off, I had a bucket full of thoughts.
    21 - Won't you take my hand. We'll go back in time to that mystic land.
    Where the dew drops cry, and the cats meow.

2.14.2005

The Lion, The Witch, and The Warzone

Don't ask me, but that was the name of the performances Saturday night.

Sorry for the delay. I was hoping to get some pictures from the shows so I could post them, but Amos has yet to deliver.

This is how it all went down:

Pre-Show

On Friday, I was taking a nice, pleasant little nap in my oh-so comfortable apartment when I got a ring-ting-ting-a-ling from one Zachariah Smith. Apparently some people were at Dylan's and they were just jamming. After some persuasion on Zach's part, I agreed to come down. When I got there, we just kinda hung out and goofed off with various instruments. Soon enough, we all piled in Zach's car and rode to Hinkle's (it's a small town burger place. Open 24 hours. Best coffee ever). Nothing really happened there, but it was good times nonetheless. After Hinkle's we went back to Dylan's and did nothing until about 2 am. Arriving at my house, I stayed up until 4, yet again, doing nothing.

7 am is not the time a person expects to wake up when they go to sleep at 4 am. At least, I don't. The hustle and bustle of my family's morning rituals brought my fairy tale dreams to an abrupt halt, as I had been sleeping on the couch in the living room. Since I wasn't going to Dylan's until 2, I knew something had to be done to pass the time. What did I do? Ate leftover KFC, watched City Slickers, Toy Story 2, and two random shows on the History Channel.

So, it's 2 pm, and I'm at Dylan's. No one is here but me. The bastard went to get drinks. 15 minutes pass and he shows up. Fortunate for him, I was there to help him move crap out the "jam room" to make room for the show that night. We needed as much room as we could get too, since we were expecting about 40 people. With all that done, Zach shows up. Man Pain unites!!!...but we need coffee. Zach and I head over to Hinkle's where we drink our coffee (about 4 cups a piece I believe), and discussed our show. We outlined about 10 songs to play. 9 originals, and one cover.

Back at Dylan's, we begin to actually practice. Think about this for a second: We have two hours to prepare 10 songs for a show, and the last time we actually played together was back in November. Zach had no problem getting his guitar parts back in line, but the lyrics (i.e. My part) was not so simple. Since all of our songs are improv, and we never perform for people, I have no need to memorize the lyrics. This horribly twisted rationale came back to bite me in the metephorical ass on Saturday.

Enter Chris

He shows up, and we learn that his lead guitarist is sick with some rare tropical disease or something. By some weird stroke of luck, there was some dude there who can play a ukulele.

The Show

Chris was the first to play. Him and the ukulele guy busted out a few songs. None of which I'm familiar with, but they did them with a style and class that can only be summed up as "sweet ass." I sat in awe (and borderline intoxication) as the ukulele guy just busted out some riffs to songs he hadn't even practiced. Skill is a word that can't even describe what they laid down that night. While only playing 3 or 4 songs, they definitely made a killer impression on the important folks in the crowd (important folks being defined as those who have an appreciation for fine acoustic-type music).

Man Pain takes the stage. Eric is slighty intoxicated, and Zach is tearing it up on guitar. We never really got around to playing all the songs we intended. I don't even think we played half of them actually. I'll try to relay the ACTUAL set-list as best I can:

Stealing Money From Metallica
Captain Morgan
Western Jaw-Breaker
Down By Texas

Now, for the amount of practice we had, I feel we did pretty good. As I recall, Down by Texas went pretty good; as did Captain Morgan; I think people laughed at Stealing Money From Metallica a few times; and Western Jaw-Breaker got the biggest applause (probably because it's an instrumental, and they didn't have to listen to my dying-cat of a voice). So, overall, what we lacked musically, we made up for comically. Not a bad trade-off I guess.

After our set, Zach and Chris traded places, Jess grabbed her Cowbell, then Chris started the opening lick of Don't Fear the Reaper. I started singing, but there was no cowbell. I needed some cowbell. I requested, in song, for Jess to give me some of that sweet, sweet cowbell. She complied. It was glorious.

Then comes Seventh Story (improper semi-colon use coming up); the trio consisting of Dylan, Smalley, and Jess. While I can't comment on each song individually, I will say that their cover of April 26, 1992 was fucking awesome. I didn't think they could pull it off in a way that would be worthy of a Sublime song, but damn...They nailed it. The bass, the drums, the sweet ass guitar. All of it. Amazing.

I may be biased in saying this, as they're all friends of mine, but Seventh Story has some true potential. I hope they start looking into playing some local gigs around the area. I know they would find a fan base very quickly. For some reason, the town of Madison has this intense craving for grit-your-teeth, bang-your-brain-around-in-your-skull kind of metal, and Seventh Story can deliver. The Sublime song I mentioned is obviously a more mellow song, but they found a way to incorporate Dylan's love for his distortion without fucking the song. I don't know how, but it happened.

Post-Show

Afterwards, a few people (nine) went up to Pizza Hut for some food stuffs. I went for some Mountain Dew, but I was the minority. I rode up there with Belv and we had some good conversation. While we're discussing Belv, I feel I should restate the fact that Mariachi Spirit WILL be played the next time Man Pain performs and Belv-ah is present. I will dedicate it to him, and wink in his direction. It will be awkward.

Wrap-Up

It was fun, and we should do it again with more advanced notification to Zach and myself.

2.11.2005

Okay, Here's the Deal... (part duex)

It doesn't seem like I'm going to finish that glorious entry I spoke of in my last post by tonight, so I just wanted to throw a few things out there in the mean time.


  • I got a job (w00t++). Not really my ideal place of employment, but it'll do as a temporary source of income. It's the old photo lab I used to work at. I called them up and the deal was sealed on the phone. It's nice to have connections.

  • I'm going to a party/mini-concert/I-don't-know-what. Zach and I (AKA Man Pain) will be playing. We have a rough set-list, and here it is:

    -Imposters
    -Stealing Money From Metallica
    -Captain Morgan
    -Down by Texas
    -Why?
    -Skyy Blue
    -Aviso
    -Camel Song OR Please Don't Litter
    -Western Jaw Breaker
    -Westminster Chimes

    I keep telling people to expect their asses to get blown out, but few believe me. Anyway, those are mostly just choice songs we've recorded in the past few months. I doubt any of you have heard them, unless Zach or myself has given you a CD. If you want some mp3's, I have no problem sending them via some IM client or email. There are a number of ways to get ahold of me concerning such things. Check around the weblog for your preferred method.

    Expect an entry about the party upon my return.


  • I'm way too tired to be awake right now. I'm backspacing every few keystrokes due to my inability to control my finger muscles in such a way that promotes a ginormous wpm count.

  • Unordered lists rule.

Okay, Here's the Deal...

It's obvious that I've been making it a point to update more often. So, to keep with that, I'm just updating to let you know that I've been working on an entry that involves a more in-depth approach. Therefore, I've been focusing more on it than a run-of-the-mill post.

I'm not going to tell you what it's about, but I'll tell you that it's going to be glorious.

2.08.2005

The Run-Around

Just called the potential employer about 30 minutes ago. Apparently (please put as much stress on that word as you can) the big man in charge of decision's is out for vacation starting yesterday, and he didn't bother to make a decision on who to hire. I was told to call back next Tuesday to find out for sure.

I'm very behind in the job search, and slightly behind with a few bills. My stomach is in knots, and the only thing I can think of is that line in Fear and Loathing: "What's the score here? What's next?"

Well, my day is planned for me. More job hunting. Gonna try online first, and then do the field work later.

And, Amy, thanks for the call. Honestly, your timing was immaculate.

Wait! Don't Go!

The title of this weblog has changed. Welcome to "Got the It?" formerly known as "A Walk in the Park." Salutations!

I'm of the impression that I actually have to put thought into this here weblog's structure for people seek me out. I don't know, maybe I'm wrong.

I'm still tinkering around in the template code trying to customize it a bit. I'm not entirely certain what is left to be done, though. After all, I am satisfied with the look of it now. Perhaps all that matters is my satisfaction. Mmm, yes, perhaps. Then again, there've been many times where I've found my contentment totally disrupted by someone else's declaration of bullshit/hogwash/what-have-you.

So, in the coming days, expect: minor (or major, depending on what I fuck up) adjustments in the look of the weblog, more links added to the appropriately named "Links" section, and more of these "Hey, I just did this to my weblog! Cool, huh?" type posts.

2.07.2005

A Few Things to Points Out

I suppose the most obvious thing I need to point out is the new page design. What do you think? Nice, eh?

Also, you may want to take a gander to your right (you may have to scroll down a bit) and notice all those links sitting there. I figured if I'm to have an online monument to myself, I should include links to sites covering a wide array of subjects that strike my fancy. Make no mistake of it, though...That list is far from complete. I mostly just wanted to get a general layout for the section, and then add to it as I go.

AND!!!

(this is the good shit coming up)

Syndication feed! Now, rather than tediously thumbing through the vast internet just to find your refuge here, I can be delivered to your screen in a very tidy and convenient manner. As of right now, I have the link to the feed with the title up there. I'm trying to find a better place to put it, but that seems cool for now.

So, you're asking yourself: "Self, what's a syndication feed?"

Ask no longer, weary traveler. For, I have your answer right here in a passage ripped from the blogger FAQ:

When a regularly updated site such as a blog has a feed, people can subscribe to it using software for reading syndicated content called a "newsreader." People like using readers for blogs because it allows them to catch up on all their favorites at once. Like checking email—without the SPAM.


Now that we have that lined up, I suppose the wise thing for me to do is recommend a reader. Well, the one I use (for Windows) is SharpReader. It works quite well. For Mac users, I've heard many good things about NetNewsWire. If you're using Linux, I don't need to recommend anything, because I'm sure you already have the aggregator of your desire.

So, remember, just click the link in the title up there for the feed.

Free subscriptions while supplies last.

2.06.2005

Awake With the Rest of the World

It's 5:30 a.m. and here I am. Greetings to those who skim through these words.

A lot has been on my mind lately, among them (and I'll make this part quick and painless) is my lack of occupation. I was fired from OG for eating a bowl of soup, and not IMMEDIATELY paying for it. Long story short, I found out later from ex-co-workers that the stunt was pulled just so they could use me as an example for the rest of the employees. I feel used and (perhaps, most importantly) broke. Funds are tight, and inner-tension is even tighter. I'm eeking through these days, but there is a nice shimmer at the end of this tunnel. In a few days I expect to receive a call from a potential employer. Hope is high, but expectations are buried in the ground somewhere.

Moving on, cause I dare not think about it, at the risk of mental destruction.

In other news, I'm listening to some Astral Projection remix tunes. Not too shabby. I'm surprised I hadn't heard them before tonight. If you like Goa/Psy Trance, and have the ability, be sure to check out their albumn "Ten." It'll make you move your body in a way that was not intended by the catholic church.

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(quick note: That little line above this text indicates that what you're about to read is lengthy, and focused on one thing. If you read the beginning of it, and don't care about what's said, just do what any normal person would do, and skip it. You'll find the rest of this weblog entry after the other line way down there somewhere.)

Yes, it's true, I've been playing Tribes a lot. Too much, probably. It's fun though. I've learned some things about online gaming via Tribes. Let me preface this little passage with a few notes; it'll set the tone much better than simply telling you what I've learned.

- Tribes is a game many years old. Probably 6 or 7, but I'm not sure.
- Tribes has many active participants. Most of whom have been around since the beginning.
- Tribes is intense.
- Tribes will determine your daily schedule without consulting you first.

Now, what I've noticed...Since Tribes is my first full-blown thrust into online gaming, it is naturally the first chance I have to observe what the community is like. Conseqeuntially, I've noticed there are 3 main types of people in Tribes:

- The n00bs/newbs/noobs
- The elitists
- The laid-back, "Yeah man, whatever." guys.


The n00b/newb/noob


We all know this player. He's the one who runs around and tries to kill people on his team because he honestly believes that is who he's supposed to kill. That phase usually lasts about 10 minutes, and it ends with them dropping from the game probably because they're frustrated they can't kill anyone. Sorry guys, this isn't a deathmatch. It's capture the flag. We work together here.

As this player progresses, they become more of a nuisance because now they're running around shooting objects that don't need to be shot. Like their teams generator. There's no better way to say "HEY! I'M THE NEW GUY! LOOK A' ME!!" than trying to kill your own gen. This is also the same phase in which the player camps in his base for no apparent reason other than to put mines in the weirdest places.

Fast forward about a week, and you have a player who is now roaming the vast landscapes of Tribes, typically as a sniper. Don't ask me why, but all players go through a sniper phase (If you didn't, then good for you. Have a lolli-pop.). They fumble around with their sniper rifle, and have trouble hitting anything other than air. This is just an adjustment period where they have to get familiar with leading their target. However, you are not to, under any circumstances, confront a noob sniper when he's camping on a far away hill. If you do, he becomes erratic and can cause serious harm to himself. All too often do I see noob snipers fall to their death because they flip-out way too hard when I approach them.

As the noob learns the tools of the trade, and excels at some particular area of Tribes, he will more-than-likely evolve into one of the following players.

The elitist


This is the guy who: picks on noobs just for being new to the game, trashes bases when there are only 5 people total on the server, kills people right when they spawn, complains (read: blames his team) when his side is losing, is too competitive for anyone's benefit...You know, the list really does go on, but I'll sum it up with one statement: The elitist, while generally good at the game, provides nothing positive for the gaming atmosphere.

The laid-back, "Yeah man, whatever." guys.


This guy. Yeah. He makes the game fun. He doesn't care who wins or loses (he may get a little competitive, but, hey, who doesn't?). He just wants to get from the game what it's developers intended. Fun. You'll probably find yourself wanting to be on his team because he's good, and provides some decent conversation when there's down-time.

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Okay, I guess this is the part where I sum up some loose-ends...

I know I didn't cover everything...This is all just randomly coming out of my head, so be cool. People are gonna play how they're gonna play, and what I outlined above are the basic extremes I've noticed.
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If you've read this far, relax, it's almost over.

If you skipped to the end of that little Tribes tangent, then shame on you.

Now, back to the weblog entry....

I've come to the conclusion that I'll never fully understand what the hell I'm doing when it comes to relationships. Not friend-like relationships. I'm talking about the "hugging, saying 'I love you' and meaning it in thatway, giving flowers just cause, and kissing upon the brow when parting company" kind of relationships. Emotions run high, as does the temperature of the person's skin when it's next to yours, and you're left with a feeling that very closely resembles crawling into a nice warm (or cold if that's your thing) bed when you're dead tired. It's a feeling that, when you attain it, you want to forever keep it in a place that only you can find so that no one else can taint it. Maybe in your deepest, most inner-thoughts.

Wishful thinking, though, as reality often forbids such actions.

I refer to a portion of the final stanza of Edgar Allan Poe's piece, "A Dream Within A Dream"

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?


We, us, our attempts, our actions, our lack of action, our apathy...That is the grasp.

The love, the bond, the essence of the relationship...That is the sand.

Time...That is the pitiless wave.

Now, I'm left to determine if I should piece that together like I have it in my mind, or if it is better left to the reader to determine my meaning. I suppose if you have questions, just ask...


Hmmm...I've been writing this for an hour now...I suppose I'll wrap it up.

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