Moving... right along...

Christmas is over, Channakuh is over, and everyone is bored. But wait! New Years is just around the corner!

New Years. Probably the lamest holiday ever. Doesn't make any sense, no one cares, it's almost like a joke of a holiday. Anytime this holiday comes around, it reminds you of the classic "Just another year" phrase. Except for when it's a new millenium, which won't come for another 995 years. Good luck staying alive til that one. Anyway, so New Years is a sack o' crap.

Todd Alex Friend of Women started recording with us, and is going to hook us up with some drum mics and a B3 in a church. This will be good stuff, and hopefully will be worth the money that we pay the big guy.

Let me revert to New Years. The new thing to say at New Years is "Moving... right along..."


Thank you, and Bye.

Brian Estabrook.

Brian Estabrook: Man of Night

He came to my house for the very first time tonight and was completely engaged in indulging himself into anything that I possessed. I love the man. We started by trying to record a song, but then he wanted to change a few things and it ended up we got into a relationships/love/women/college/life discussion. Yes, a strange sequence of events. However, it was a good time during that.

TELEVISION then became a focus of the rest of the evening. This started around... let's say 1 or 2. We started with some Punk'd ("She said 'KICK HIS ASSSSS'"), moved onto Naked Gun ("Did anyone get a license plate? Anyone get a look at the driver?", "Use your open eye."), some Ryan Adams on Letterman ("Whaddya got there?" "oh that's.." "WELL HOW ABOUT THAT."), some The Office ("Well Happy Birthday, Jesus, sorry your party's so lame."), and finished with some Arrested Development (The Narcissist line from Michael and "It's not my trick, Michael. It's my Allusion.").

We scrounged for food and I almost started up the grill at 2:45 when Brian said "Maybe I'll just have some cookies." And he did, and I ate the Gnocci. Then Brian started acting very hyper (due to lack of sleep) and just started eating things like popcorn, bread, and cookie dough. He passed out in the tile bathroom until I drug him to the refrigerator and poured an entire can of Coca-Cola down his throat. He woke up, got in his car, and drove home.

I therefore declare Brian Estabrook the Man of Night because he can endure such a long and strenuous night of eating, talking, playing music, laughing, and passing out and then drive home. My hat goes off to you, sir.

The End

Books, covers, phrases, words, sentences, and generations.

Dear everyone,

Please judge a book by it's cover. Because it can actually be done. Wise old sayings that try to be smart, witty, or absolute are STUPID. It's about time our generation started speaking like a new generation. I've noticed that the attempts to do this have become feeble.

Examples:
1. What's up?
2. How's it going? (Used as "Hey")
3. Dude (about an object, an action, or someone you don't know)
4. Any ghetto/gangster slang ever uttered.
5. Like (it has become an intolerable word that no one actually hears or pays attention to anymore because it is overused and no one actually cares what it means or WHEN you are supposed to use it in a sentence)

I have decided not to name the rest of these phrases/words simply because I don't care. My point is that any cliche or wise phrase is from a completely different generation. We need new cliches. I can't come up with any, but that would be great if the rest of you guys would DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

Thanks alot,
J.D.G.

Boredom strikes like a wolf at the door

Today; probably the most uneventful time period of my life to date. Me and Drew shoveled snow outside because Ginger brought us Bob Evan's sandwiches at 2:45 PM so we owed it to her. The only thing we had done to the snow since it came was drive over it, so it was basically cemented to the ground (or the driveway). So we had to work at it pretty hard to get the icy snow off. I'm not gonna lie, we did a fantastic job and Ginger was proud of me.

Anyway, Need For Speed underground could be renamed to "Daniel's Bane". Whenever I'm reallllly bored I play it and I'm so far in the game that I have to do these ridiculous pursuits and have a bount of over 4 million dollars and I just can't seem to outrun 25 cop cars, kill 30 of them, hit 50 of them, cost the state over 1 million dollars in damage, pass 12 road blocks, evade 8 spike strips, and then escape the cops. The problem is that the Ferrari Murcielago and the Ford GT and the Mercedes McClaren are soooo HOT.

My brother has some hilarious pictures of him wearing a beard that he painted on his face. Drew thought that it was a real beard when he first saw the pictures. Your misfortune is that I cannot upload them to this website, so you will have to know me personally and come to my house in order to see them. Maybe this will give me some company on a boring Saturday night.

f(___)in a (Yeah)

Hilarious night tonight. Dan Purdy and I made plans for him to come over, somewhere around 6 P.M. or so. He calls me back moments later and informs me that he is "on his way". I'm thinking to myself, "cool that's great awesome good". I fall asleep on my couch and wake up at 10:30 P.M. with no sign of Dan. I wondered what might have happened to our plans, so I call his house and his sister picks up and says "Oh, is this Daniel Gibson?" I respond with the obvious answer, and she says, "Oh, he's on his way." I am dumbfounded.

So he shows up somewhere around 11:15 P.M. A strenuous 5 or so hours from the time that he began his journey. I'm pretty sure if he would have walked (like he first suggested rather than ask his mom for a ride), then he would've beaten himself here. Whatever.

I love reading Owen's blog because it makes me feel great about myself. Every new post has some sort of downer quote or downer statement from the Pirate himself. Then those of you who read both of our blogs come to my page and read all this random crap that I think is funny sometimes (although I guess the post about my job was quite morbid). Anyway, Owen keep living and keep yeah. (I love you)

I'd like to give another shout out to Dan Purdy. Um... you're right here next to me... yeah.

Owen yeah.

Blogging..... yeah


Yeah

In one word...

I don't know how long it has been since I posted last, but I think we all agree on "too long". Anyway, I have been writing alot of music lately, and I'm really pressing to get alot of work done musically with the "band" and have the chance to do a record over Christmas break. Why am I talking about this? It isn't funny!

Michael came up with a new catch phrase that Brian Estabrook LOVES. It's a phrase used when you see someone being a glutton of anything, typically consumption of a substance. You notice the incident, say "wow." short and quickly, then if you want to add something add "that's ___." Michael likes to say "That's heavy." I like to say "That's pretty thick." I have no idea what Brian says, it probably changes every time. But according to him he's been watching alot of Arrested Development (Season 3), so it probably is turned into a catch phrase that could possibly used by his favorite character, G.O.B.

2 of my friends spent the night tonight (Thursday), and i'm still up at 1:41 A.M. even though they've been in bed. We are planning on getting up around 5:30 or so to go to Bob Evans or something. I wonder if I should go to bed or not. Anyway, school's pretty easy now that I don't have a job, AND IM LOVING NOT HAVING A JOB BY THE WAY. I realllllly want to call in some time and be like "hey, yeah, can you check the schedule for me? oh, i don't work? like, never? well that's great news."

Ahhhhhhhhh........ feeeeeellllssss goooood.

In one word if I could summarize my life between my last post and now it would be: BLISS.

In one word...

I don't know how long it has been since I posted last, but I think we all agree on "too long". Anyway, I have been writing alot of music lately, and I'm really pressing to get alot of work done musically with the "band" and have the chance to do a record over Christmas break. Why am I talking about this? It isn't funny!

Michael came up with a new catch phrase that Brian Estabrook LOVES. It's a phrase used when you see someone being a glutton of anything, typically consumption of a substance. You notice the incident, say "wow." short and quickly, then if you want to add something add "that's ___." Michael likes to say "That's heavy." I like to say "That's pretty thick." I have no idea what Brian says, it probably changes every time. But according to him he's been watching alot of Arrested Development (Season 3), so it probably is turned into a catch phrase that could possibly used by his favorite character, G.O.B.

2 of my friends spent the night tonight (Thursday), and i'm still up at 1:41 A.M. even though they've been in bed. We are planning on getting up around 5:30 or so to go to Bob Evans or something. I wonder if I should go to bed or not. Anyway, school's pretty easy now that I don't have a job, AND IM LOVING NOT HAVING A JOB BY THE WAY. I realllllly want to call in some time and be like "hey, yeah, can you check the schedule for me? oh, i don't work? like, never? well that's great news."

Ahhhhhhhhh........ feeeeeellllssss goooood.