so i’ve recently discovered the whole “watch instantly” thing on netflix.  this means that when i can’t sleep i can watch a horror movie to make whatever sleep i get more disturbing.  i’m currently watching one of the more disturbing movies ever: “deadgirl”.  i can’t say i like it…it LOOKS good…but the story is really really messed up.  either way.  here i am.

and the guy who wrote the “original” music totally ripped off alexandre desplat’s score for “birth”.  now, “birth” is a GOOD movie.  in fact, it’s a great movie.  and the score is great too.  i’ve heard two “songs” so far in this movie that are inCREDIBLY blatant rip offs of songs from “birth”.  just wanted to get that out there.

this past week has been crazy.  we had “the johnson brothers” in our house tuesday – friday fixing our foundation, and a few other things.  while elevating the back portion of the house, our toilet cracked, so we have a new toilet.  a BRAND NEW toilet.  have you ever had a brand new toilet?  didn’t think so.  BOOM.  flushing power is CRAZZZY.

we also were without a fence for 9 days.  now we have a privacy fence, which is nice ’cause i like to rake leaves naked.  before all of this business, we had a few trees trimmed (decided not to have the trimmings “hauled off” cause shit was way too expensive, yo.), and are currently in a bonfire schedule to get rid of the limbs.  also…got the washer and dryer fixed.

the johnson brothers were really high talkers, and regularly would go into 20 minute explanations as to why they were badass.  the good news is, they ARE badass and did a great job without over-charging us.  originally from baltimore, they brought the feel of the northeast into my house.  i officially cannot live in the northeast.

watched “the last detail” tonight.  that movie is gooood.  by the way, i used to say that if loxsly were a movie, it’d be barbarella.  i’ve changed my mind.  it would be “the nude vampire” by jean rollin.  czech it out.

this week i had a reception for my first art show in NWA (northwest arkansas…i know).  It went well–i drank lots of free wine, and met some rich strangers, one of whom matched my name-tag up with my piece, then smiled and gave me a “thumbs up”.  next week (shit…in 4 days) i’m in another show called “art amiss 11″.  8 of my pieces were accepted into the show, but arkansans drag their asses on custom framing, so i’m only showing 6.  hopefully will have pics from that soon.  not much else to report.  (actually there’s plenty, but little is considered “blog worthy”) i’ll leave you with this:

“i like the north face”.

so.  i’m taking a break from my absolutely hellish week to discuss a current wacoan blog theme.  myself and my college friends like to talk about our glory days so much, that most of us have compiled/posted lists describing some of the better times.  AFTER the general diaspora from waco, we did have a few reunions, and rather than dig through the increasingly hazy pile of 1999-2003 to find that gem that everyone has forgotten, i’m skipping ahead.  in no particular order, and with little or no description:

locked down

with our group, it’s really pretty impressive that there were not more situations like this…we’re all a little on the edge of something dangerous, and we all drink.  A LOT.  so we had to lock king bobby in a hotel room, and hope for the best.  it was better than the alternative shouted at me in the parking lot from behind expensive glasses: “john you’re my boy!  let’s go get in a fight!  let’s fuck up some motherfuckers!”

it’s a play on words

heather and i sometimes discuss the best and worst ways to spend a hangover.  after i expressed my love for hotel room cable and falling in and out of sleep all day, she explained the worst way…”having to shit at a denny’s, then sitting through ‘max payne’.”

i don’t have time to do this…i’ll just put up titles.

“we do this every night in austin”

irish bobby sings karaoke metallica, pukes oil

too old for drinking games?

“hey do you have any white pants?  no?  what about white face paint?”