How the Ramblin' Man Rambles

Who is this titular Ramblin' Man? I am. Today was an eventful day only because it was so uneventful. I got up early, cold light cascading through my windows. I've been trying to get up early, to prepare for the start of school. Surprisingly, I have been succeeding in my attempts to do so. I watched The View with my mother afterwards, then sat on the floor of my bathroom. Once there I heated the floor with the extraordinarily handy floor heater. With a small twist of a nob, the normally frigid tiles become warm and inviting. I think I may have fallen asleep, which would have been detrimental to my progress in the getting-up-early field. As it is a Sunday, the internet pretty much slumbers, so I spent the remainder of the day reading a semi-engaging book. Then the day ended, and the moon shone. Over in the Nokia Theater, the Emmys started about then. My father has been nominated twice for television made movies, which always makes the award show more engaging then it would be otherwise. Normally, the show is just a poor mans Golden Globes, which in turn is but a poor mans Oscars. Today, however, it was different. I had watched television this year, which is crazy. Specifically, I had watched Modern Family, Lost, Mad Men, Glee, and Entourage. The fact that I knew what was being talked about kept me many times more enthralled by the ceremony then I would have been otherwise. Also, the host was totally capable, which is a bonus to any show.

Tomorrow marks a somber occasion: the last day of Summer Vacation. I had been looking forward to the start of the learning aspect of the year, but as it slowly approaches I have found myself doing otherwise. Otherwise of looking forward is dread. I don't want my unchecked freedom to end, I savor the boredom and the sunlight and the freedom. The thing is, I only really savor it when I am grasping for more, and when I have none left. Tomorrow I will actually take advantage of the cheery SoCal weather, and do something active. Run. Ride my bike. Something that is typically summer, and something that I have neglected to do much of the three months I had the opportunity. God, I am so blissful illogical sometimes. I have now depressed myself. I think I shall go eat pie...

Cowboys Are Market Price

I am immensely proud of the name for this post. Something called Animal Acres exists in the valley of Los Angeles. It is a place where animals that were formally in factory farms reside. The human inhabitants A.A. are staunchly against the consummation of juicy, delicious, meat. Or any other type of animal-made product. My sisters have decided to volunteer there for their Bat Mitzvah. I didn't agree with this, as the last time we traveled to A.A. one of my sisters became a vegetarian. I would not want to have the other turn vegetarian, as I would be outnumbered and have to eat meat in dark, secluded places. They fed a four-month old cow there, named Cowboy. Apparently he was cute. I wouldn't know, I don't go to the sauna/valley to feed animals. That's for crazy people to do. And vegans.

I did, however, have veal for dinner tonight. It was delicious, and market price (hence the tidal). I don't know if you can tell by the continually degrading quality of my writing, but I am deprived of sleep. I should probably un-deprive myself. Let's end this post early, so you don't need to read any more of my semi-coherent ramblings. Unless you want to, which in that case tune in tomorrow. Toodles.

The Fauna of Downtown

Downtown Los Angeles has such a negative reputation. For the past thirty years, it has stood as a concrete wasteland, a bleak reminder of how lovely surrounding areas of L.A. are. Starting in the early 21st century, things started to look up. That was a pun. The first major project was the Gehry designed Disney Hall, the new home of the philharmonic. Then came the cranes. There were so many cranes, and it was beautiful. Plans were shown of these lovely glass pillars, a testament to earthquake-resistance. Then, early this year, the last crane dissipated. What happened to the cranes? Money. Off those varied and abundant plans, only one really came into fruition. I don't count plans with towers under forty stories to have come into fruition. That one plan was L.A. live. A few of the other towers are still kicking around, but lack the funding to do anything more than jostle. Are there really no billionaires that wish to see a gargantuan and verdant downtown? All the Grand Avenue Project needs is seven hundred million dollars... I see one project happening in the next five years, which is good I suppose. And extraordinarily depressing. 

My mystery package shipped today, much sooner then expected. I'll probably have it around Tuesday-Wednesday. I don't know how interesting it will be to you, but it will certainly be interesting to my feet. That was a hint. School also starts Tuesday, which is the rain cloud to my fire. The first couple days always go fast, but then it is back to the grind. Aren't those Hung posters funny? I think so. Lastly, I read the most pathetic Craigslist add today. Some guy wants to have an orgy. That seems reasonable enough, have a little party of the genitals. The real kicker, is where he wants to have it: PAX. Is this guy desperate enough to have the frequenters of PAX partake in his adventures? Sure, I go to PAX, but I am the good-looking exception to the rule. The funniest part of this is not the idea, but the recent update to the posting. It says that they are no longer accepting single males. Wow. 

The Varying Species of Lobster

When the Rock Band 3 setlist was 'leaked', I made a new post on my itinerary. I was to listen to the whole 80 something songs,and I did. One of these songs is called 'Rock Lobster'. I don't know what allure this song has, but the People on the Internet seem to really love 'Rock Lobster'. I don't. Maybe the song is so ear-breaking that it is good? I think that is what happened with the E.N.D. album. I wouldn't know. I have taste. The song 'Rock Lobster' has a chorus that more-or-less consists of the name of the titular species being repeated a dozen times by a duo of ladies. The song hearkens back to a time when the popular rhythms were molded by the Beach Boys and other beachy bands, but those musical troupes had important things like capability, something 'Rock Lobster' doesn't have. What I have just used is a little something called hyperbole. Look it up, youngsters. Use the internet. Also, I probably should have said the name of the band that performs 'Rock Lobster', but I didn't and am too lazy to go back and add it in. I hope that my readers are competent enough to figure it out. I would hope they are, at least.

I also had lobster tonight. Lobster, as you probably know, is a very delicious crustacean. It is also one of the only foods that requires skill to eat. I can imagine some person deriving pleasure from cracking apart the meat's chitinous tomb, but I don't.  I also don't know if I should have put an apostrophe in 'meat's'. Anyhow, I think that the shell is a nuisance, and should be genetically engineered away. Logistically, that most likely wouldn't work, but I think that we humans have progressed far enough technology-wise that we can invent some apparatus that is better at cracking shells then the metal bludgeons we use today. I'll leave that to my readers, I'm going to go order some things now, things that you will read about later when they come in. Have fun, I'll write you tomorrow. 

A Wild Package Appeared!

Did you appreciate the Pokemon reference? I think that this could be a running segment, packages and their ensuing unboxing. This one appeared on my doorstep rather suddenly, along with a Nespresso refill package. There was no warning, no doorbell ring or waiting postman. I just happened to open my door and found the packages. What could be inside? I already knew, but saying the contents would ruin any suspense that may have been gathering. Contrary to the large logo on the side, it is a not a book.  

Yes, I realize what incredible nerdom those boosters represent. It also seems like I just made up a word. Nonetheless, I display these miniatures prominently in my room, behind a sheet of glass in a display case.  When a visitor inquires what they may be, I reply, "miniatures." Note the lack of the prefix, 'Dungeons and Dragons'. I'm not incredibly ashamed of my enjoyment of the game, but I don't feel the need to say that I play it to everyone.