two questions:
1. how is this OKGO’s fourth single off their latest record? was that cd THAT popular?
2. how come someone doesn’t make OKGO video laureate already? they clearly run circles around everyone else in filmmaking.
Q. Do you really still play video games?
A. ive been around forever. i have had almost every major video game system including the Philips CD-i. i love playing games, but i have to admit that because of my advanced age some of the newfangled dealies make me nauseous.
with that said the two games ive been playing a lot lately are Madden Football 2010 and this weird iphone app called Bookworm.
the truest showed me Bookworm on our flight back from Chicago and i’ve been addicted ever since. its a simple game, a lot like word search with a lil twist.
as someone who loves words, i embraced it immediately and seriously i wake up early to play it and go to sleep late spelling words. the score on the right is something i was able to accomplish after playing for nearly two days straight without dying.
i even played it drunk last night walking home from the subway.
im not sure i have another two days in me spelling those words but id really like to break three million to feel like i got my $2.99 worth.
1. it was so hot yesterday in LA that the official thermometer broke.
2. the bears beat the packers on monday night football
3. since i was viewing the game at a sports bar, i bought everyone around me several rounds
4. i got so drunk that i literally stumbled home.
5. i went to bed in my shoes.
for the sound of music singalong
we had pretty great seats. close enough to almost reach out and touch the costumed attendees
this little girl was dressing up to be the frog in Julie Andrews’ pocket
the MC lady was really funny. the kids would go on stage, she’d coo and turn em around
there were lots of nuns
this little girl was “wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings” (from my favorite things)
and this one was “brown paper packages tied up with string”
the winner was this little girl who was a gold drop of something. who knows, i was drunk.
good night. good nite. gooooooood niiiiiiiiite!
after a very nice flight on jetblue.
to save some money we routed our flight through long beach instead of LAX.
i think the difference in price was $80 from chicago to the lbc instead of through LAX, but then we realized we had no ride from the airport.
we were thinking about a super shuttle type van but we were so tired. the difference in price was $60 for a shuttle or $75 for a cab so we took the cab. turned out the meter was almost exactly exact from the airport to the truest’s house.
near her crib we decided that i wanted to crash at my house and she wanted to soak in her tub at her place. so i told the dude to keep the meter running as she climbed the stairs of her bachelorette pad.
but my cabbie didnt seem to know what i was talking about and turned off the meter.
he said he couldnt pick up any fares in LA so he didnt mind driving me to my place on the other side of hollywood (a $25 cab ride, typically) and he said he’d do it for free.
without her in the car i started talking to him. turned out he was from Cambodia and moved here 30 years ago after his family was slaughtered after it was discovered that his father was in the army. because he was a teen at the time he was in the jungle working so as they killed his mom and brothers and sisters he was saved.
he now drives a cab seven days a week in long beach supporting his family of five. he has four children, two are in the us army, the other two are in college.
his oldest has served two tours of iraq with the marines and soon may be deployed to iraq. he has your fathers warrior spirit i said. he shrugged.
we talked a little about religion. he said that cambodia and thailand share a border and many types of food and buddhism. he said he doesnt have much time to go to the temple to pray.
i gave him the extra $25 when we got to my place. why not.
they say hi
so do their animals
the winner of the cuteness award goes to the puppy
her name is Chuckles
sorry little mean dog
loving ladies
football stadium filled with hamburger helper
venus de pizza
like tourists!
my mom doesnt like cars. shes a natural woman. but she loves me so when i said hey i wanna go downtown with you and look around she said what moms always say “we’ll see.”
secretly she knew we would take the slow train through the burbs to the city. it was a trip id never done before but she apparently does all the time because now that shes retired the city gives her a free pass, which is nice.
even though this is the busblog, based on the fact that i spent years in LA taking public transportation, i was initially against taking a train to the city. what would we do once we were down there? how would we get around?
but it turned out to be so fun. cabs were plentiful and cheap, and between millennium park, state street, navy pier, and michigan avenue we had quite a fun little afternoon.
the only problem we had, blog-wise, was my good camera’s battery died after only a few shots. so we went to Central Camera an olde fashioned camera store on wabash, bought a battery charger, and asked the man if he would charge my battery in my new charger as we ran around the crazy park. he was cool with that, and i took pics via my iphone.
those turned out well too. see:
millennium wasnt around when i lived in chicago. back then the tourists were stuck enjoying chicago for what it was: huge buildings, great art, mediocre sports, and fantastic food & people
but somewhere along the line they decided to spruce up navy pier and the park and put in some crazy fountains, an amphitheatre, a garden, and this trippy reflection sculpture called The Bean. for some reason it make my truest wanna run.
navy pier was a little sad. it was off-season and apparently its all the rage in the midst of summer, but when its just a few hundred people roaming about its sorta like going to mardi gras the week After its all over.
but we did run past this brightly colored tribute to chicago childrens tv of olden times, namely ray rayner, bozo, and fraizer smith. wgn stalwarts and icons in the minds of any kid that grew up in chicagoland back in the day.
after playing around, it was time to get serious. we had the cabbie take us from the pier to the camera store to pick up the freshly charged battery, and then we were driven to the finest pizza place in the entire galaxy, Gino’s East.
i knew it took a while to cook the pizza but i was under the impression it took about 20-30 minutes. no no. 45 minutes! so the ladies ordered salad to start and i chose the creamiest minestrone you’ve ever had the pleasure of slurping.
mom had water, truest Stella on tap, and i chose old style from the bottle. even with a bad stomach it all went down beautifully and some would say it cured me of all the things Tums couldnt. it was delightful.
we ordered a small pepperoni and sausage and barely made it through our 1 slice each. it was cheesy, hot, and delectable.
the conversation was good. and i was so energized that i was inspired to take pictures all throughout the restaurant.
got on the train right before it was gonna leave the station and almost fell asleep in our chairs because we were so full and happy and worn out from walking and talking and laughing at my incredible jokes.
when we got home the ladies watched Castle and i messed up my moms beautiful house by trying to get her caller ID to work in her kitchen. the end!
that you dont know where to begin
and youre there with the person youve spent more time with than anyone
and youre in a fancy car and it has a good stereo
and normally you can tell a story or two
but you could tell about 22 million because this is the place where it all began
and you want to go in, and the door is open, and you look nice enough
and you want to go in your elementary school, and the gym door is open
and you wanna say hi to the marching band’s drum line thats practicing in the parking lot
(which you do and they smile)
and then the sky parts and the thunder and lightening appears
and minutes later the rain dumps like mad
but still most of your stories just stay in your head because theyre yours and yours alone
and everyone else would be bored outta their minds, so you keep most of them to yourself.
and everybody wins.
but first i need to acknowledge AJ for letting us stay at her crib
THANKS AJ!
ok now i have to show my truest ILL
pics to come!