no sleep till...

Today a co-worker referred to me an article in last weekend's Wall Street Journal. It is about how music is used in torture. Not surprisingly, the government often uses heavy metal music, or at least what they call heavy metal music, to get terrorist suspects to confess to crimes. The music is constantly on repeat until they can't take it any more. Apparently people from the Middle East are more likely to buckle to heavy metal (they cited Nine Inch Nails in the article) because that style of music is so foreign to them that it causes them to buckle under the pressure.

Interestingly enough, Barney's "I Love You" theme song was also cited in the article.

It reminded me of my freshman year of college, when I was living in the dorms at Boston University. I had a real douche bag of a next door neighbor. We didn't like each other. I don't even remember why, but regardless my dorm experience was not a good one. I might be able to trace it back to one night in particular.

I was in for the night. It was a week night, and I had a test the next day. Douche-bag neighbor was not going to be in for the night. So he decides to leave his stereo on.

Loud.

He put in a CD. Yeah, that's right - remember CDs?

Beastie Boys. License to Ill.

No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn.

Repeat.

All fucking night. He never came home.

It was one of the worst nights of my life. I even used to like the song, but I will never be able to hear it again without thinking of that night.

NO!

SLEEP!

TIL!

...

repeat.

change is coming

It's been too long. I know this. You know this.

You see, I've been....eh, it's all excuses. Too lazy to blog, mostly.

I'm working on it.


Anyways...

In case you needed another excuse to drink the Obama Kool-Aid or anything, we're finally seeing some of this "change" coming our way!

My wife is from Connecticut. It's charming. Very quaint. Everything is very old, and usually on every building or signpost there's a landmark that says "This is the first place that _________."

But when it comes to snow and any bad weather they're really all just a big bunch of pussies.

This article from the Huffington Post points out that President Obama noticed the same thing about the D.C. school system.

After his daughters had their first Washington D.C. snow day, he says, "I'm saying that when it comes to the weather, folks in Washington don't seem to be able to handle things."

That's what I'm talking about, yo.

the best wedding present ever

I was married over the summer, and we were fortunate enough to get quite a few lovely wedding gifts from all of our friends and family. We now have enough bowls and platters to host a party every night for the next three months and never use any of them twice.

Storage of said bowls and platters is another issue unto itself.

However, best gift of them all goes to my brother-in-law's good friends, Jeff and Maureen: the egg mcmuffin maker.

I now have the ability to wake up in the morning, break an egg into a small four-inch pan, and turn it into a perfectly poached egg that would be suitable for a McDonald's commercial.

"Thank you" just isn't sufficient enough to express my gratitude.

who knew?

Little did I know how much joy a third lane can bring into my life!

The funny part is that it's going to be no better than it was before the construction, but after a full year of gridlock it sure feels sweet.

why didn't i think of that?

I went to the movies last week with my family. We saw the new Indiana Jones movie - a bit of a family tradition.

We're in line for concessions and I see my brother standing over at the butter station. It's always bugged me that about ten years ago movie theaters everywhere stopped buttering your popcorn for you. When you do it yourself you end up only getting butter on the top of your popcorn, and by the middle of the tub it's run dry. Otherwise, you put too much butter on the popcorn and then you have a big greasy pile of heart-attack-in-a-tub.

Thanks to aforementioned brother: Problem Solved.

In a maneuver that could only be matched by MacGyver himself, I see my brother standing at the butter dispenser with a long, movie theater concession stand straw attached to the nozzle. Where does the straw lead?

Straight to the middle of the tub, baby!

Patent pending.

shameless self-promotion

I'm pretty sure that most people who read this blog are aware, but today is the the day that my band's album comes out. It's been a long time coming - lots of blood, sweat, and beers went into the making of the album. We've got our release show tonight at Wise Fools Pub, and I've probably never been more excited for a show. It's looking like it's going to be a packed house, so the band will be giving it everything we've got. It's nice to put so much effort into something, and to be able to celebrate its completion with so many people tonight will be very gratifying.

I don't know how many copies we'll sell, or if anything will ever come of it, but I know we've made something that we're all really proud of.

the urban cougar

Today, three blocks from my house, City of Chicago police officers killed...a cougar.

No joke. A cougar.

Read about it here.

I just got home from band practice at 10 PM. I had to walk a block from the car to my house. It's dark out. Just imagine turning the corner, guitar in hand, and seeing a cougar staring you dead in the eyes. One on one. Man vs. beast.

I would shit my pants.

That's not just an expression, either. I would literally shit my pants.

A cougar?!

Well, I can cross one more thing off my list of shit to worry about: getting mauled by a cougar on a Roscoe Village side street.

no - it's a silent "K"

I'm often referred to as a grumpy, old Mr. Burns-type fellow. In some ways, those people are correct.

For example, from time to time I watch "Wheel of Fortune."

The category was "Place." Here's the puzzle.

C _ _ Y OF L_ _ HT.

The stupid whore on the show goes, "I'd like to solve the puzzle.

"City of Work!"

She must have thought it was a silent "HT" ending, or something.

Sometimes I wish I had Pat Sajak's job.

the squad

Today was what I like to refer to as Spring Christmas (a.k.a. Fantasy Baseball Draft Day).

My team, the Axilla Allstars, are coming off a second place 2007 season. We had a nice squad of keepers (we keep 10 guys), and were able to hold onto most of our draft picks for this year.

My co-owner/team v.p. decided to go to Vegas this weekend. I called him hoping I could catch him just as he was getting back home from his trip, but naturally he missed his flight and was hungover in the Vegas airport.

This is what I'm working with, people.

Anyways, here's the squad. I'd give my draft a B-.


C- J. Varitek
1B - A. Gonzalez*
2B - B. Roberts*
3B - R. Zimmerman*
SS - J. Peralta
OF - C. Crawford*
OF - R. Braun*
OF - A. Jones
UTIL - J. Upton*

SP - C. Zambrano*
SP - F. Carmona*
RP - K. Gregg
RP - T. Jones
P - B. Lyon
P - T. Pena
P - J. Accardo
B - J. Lackey*
B - A. Harang*
B - R. Johnson
B - B. Bannister
B - U. Jimenez

* - kept from last year

All in all, we'll be competitive, but it's going to take some creativity on our part to get this team into one of championship caliber.

For all I know, my co-owner is still passed out in the Vegas airport throwing up into a slot machine bucket next to a lady with purple hair and blue eye shadow and her lucky troll dolls.

Good thing we've got over six months to turn this ship around!

out of hibernation

This has been the shittiest winter I've ever experienced in my 27 years of life. I like to think I'm pretty tough, too. After spending all of my winters in brutal climates, I can honestly say I have been through some shit-f@%^ winters.

But today is 63 degrees and the window in my study is open.

It's sunny at 5:53 PM. Very sunny.

I have fantasy baseball draft plans on my desk.

Aaaaaahhhhhh.

hot zone

Ah, it's been a while. I've been laid out with the flu for the past week.

I haven't had the flu in a couple years, at least. Boy, did I forget how much it sucks.

My kidneys felt like they were the punching bags in a week-long Chuck Norris Roundhouse Kicking Camp. Everything just hurt. Fever. Sweats. Ugh.

Being a school teacher doesn't help anything, either. The job is hard enough as it is. The office is a virtual hot zone. An entire corner of the office was wiped out by the end of the week. One teacher was walking around disinfecting all of our desks at the end of each day. Coincidentally, one of the teachers I share a room with was out today.

My bad.

On a somewhat related note, Evil Prius made his untriumphant return this morning. He speeds past me a quarter-mile away from school and took (what I thought was) the last spot. Fortunately, there was one open spot, but that bastard knew what he was doing, and I plan to give him the flu before the week is out.

I just need to find out where his desk is...COUGHCOUGHCOUGHnon-turn-signal-using-piece-of...

Bastard.

rambo-licious

WARNING: "RAMBO" SPOILERS BELOW. IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE MOVIE AND BE SURPRISED BY ALL OF THE INTRICATE PLOT TWISTS AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT - DO NOT READ THIS ENTRY.

With Oscar night less than a week away, I decided that I should go to the movies this weekend. I wanted to be able to root for my favorite movie on Oscar night, so Rambo was an obvious choice.

When you go to see a movie like Rambo you have a certain level of expectation that is not hard to meet. That being said, Rambo met all of my expectations - and then some.

Here are some of the highlights:

- Rambo actually kills a fish with a bow and arrow. He then gives the fish to hungry children. What a guy.

- There is a scene where he is being convinced by a young, attractive missionary to take her group into war-ridden Burma to help the civilians. In this two-minute scene I counted at least 22 cliches. It went something like this:

Cute missionary: "What if one person could make a difference?

Rambo: "Nothing ever changes."

Cute missionary: "I believe in change."

Rambo: "I believe in nothing."

(I can't say with conviction that these are the exact quotes - but you get the idea. This was the whole scene - one of my favorites.)

- Speaking of counting, we tried to count how many people died. The first 14 were easy. But then there was a massacre of a Burmese village when the act of counting casualties became futile. Ballpark - I'd say at least 350 people were killed in the movie. Maybe more.

- Before Rambo begins his adventure, he captures snakes for a living. Snakes!

- There is a scene right before Rambo decides to join a group of mercenaries who are hired to rescue the group of missionaries who were captured. Rambo is welding a weapon which would later be used to kill the evil leader (more on him below), and he says, "You didn't kill for your country. You killed for yourself." Awesome.

- They make the bad guys really bad. There is a scene where they have these four women dancing for them while they are all drinking at a military camp, and then they all go insane and begin to do horrible things to the women (don't worry - they are stopped - thanks to Rambo). But the leader - he's not interested in the women. Nope. He likes little boys. I know! Evil! (Rambo kills him, too, so don't worry about losing sleep over it.)

- Here is a picture of Rambo hunting fish for hungry children (in case you didn't believe me):


All in all, it was a great cinematic experience. I look forward to seeing how they do on Oscar night next Sunday. Even if you're thinking, "Brian just told me the whole movie," don't let that stop you from seeing it. It'll be well worth the price of admission.

mr. president...

I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist.

this blog is so ninja

I'm starting a world-wide campaign. Well, if not world-wide, at least an effort that will tranform the way all English-speaking territories communicate.

I am turning "ninja" into an adjective.

It began back in college as a joke amongst friends. But I was recently reminded of ninjas during a discussion with co-workers last week. I told them about my college friends, and after some convincing they warmed up to the idea.

I've created a group on Facebook.

Join the revolution.

If you don't have Facebook, tell your friends.

If you don't have friends - well, you're just not very ninja.

hey winter!

Go fuck yourself!

Enough already!

snowed in

More snow today. They decided to have an early release at school - 1 PM.

It's only 11 AM right now.

Try teaching a group of low-level freshman who were just told they're allowed to leave school early.

Go ahead. I dare you.

how i know i'm growing older #2

Last weekend Chicago was debilitated by a snow storm. Snow everywhere. Cars buried in. A pile of dark gray slush on every curb that resembled a slurpee recipe gone terribly wrong. It was vintage Chicago winter.

So, naturally, we decide it's a good time to drive to our Friday night destination. I'm in the car with Sean and Dave, and we're off to the Double Door to go see a hip-hop show. I'm in the backseat; the music is loud, spirits are high, and we are off for our Friday night.

We turn the corner on a small side street to head back to Western Avenue, and right in the middle of the intersection is a snow mound left behind by a plow-truck. It's about three feet high, and there are no other people outside on the block.

"Woooooaaaah!"

"Let's drive around it."

"Yeah. Good call."

Five years ago - hell, three years ago - we would have smashed right through that bastage at 30 mph.

feeling lost

Tonight is the season premiere of Lost. I have to admit I'm pretty excited.

Since about half-way through the second season of the show, I've been the guy who watches the show every single week - never misses one episode. Then I show up to work the day after and talk about how much I hate the show.

Yet, I keep watching week after week.

What's up with that?

kids are mean

One of my students was late to class today.

She stuck around after class to explain why. She says, "I was late today because my bag was nuggeted at gym class."

"Your bag was what?"

"Nuggeted."

"What's that?"

"It's when they take your bag, empty out all your books, turn it inside out, and then put everything back in."

I didn't write her up for being late. You can't make shit like that up.

The other thing that kids do is they "tray" each other. That's when you find an unattended bag in the cafeteria and stick a lunch tray inside. So when kids get to their class they open their bags and find a lunch tray alongside their books.

Cold blooded, yo.

kickin' it old school

I got a call from my friend Dustin this afternoon. He tells me he's looking to find some of the old computer games we used to play when we were kids.

In order to find them he literally googles, "i want to play a video game like monkey island 2."

I love Google. But I love the idea of finding these games even more. So of course I'm off to my computer two minutes after hanging up.

So, we finally track down some of our old favorite games. Classics like Monkey Island, Day of the Tentacle, King's Quest, Space Quest, Sherlock Holmes, et al. Essentially, if it was a Sierra or Lucas Arts adventure game, we were all about it.

As I write this the games are downloading. I can't wait. They don't make games like these anymore. I remember my dad getting mad at me when I installed Sherlock Holmes onto our new computer because it took up 30 megabytes of space on the hard drive. The equivalent of what would be a five minute video clip today was an entire game 15 years ago (and a great one, at that)! It took over ten floppy disks to install the game. CDs didn't exist yet.

Unfortunately, as the technology improved, the old adventure games of old went by the wayside. Will this be what it's like when I'm real old? Will I be telling my grandkids what the "good ol'" games were?

"When I was a boy we played games with stories! They made you think! You kids today...meh!"

That'd be sweet.