Signs of the apocalypse

Sign one: I got a cell phone about a month and a half ago.

Sign two: I joined facebook three days ago.

Sign three: I have a personal trainer for four sessions at the gym I just joined (not one of the signs, I can exercise with out the world coming to an end) and we were supposed to meet today for the second session, but he texted me to cancel till tomorrow. Instead of calling him, so help me, because I didn't really want to talk to him, I texted him back moving the session to monday, since I'm busy all day tomorrow and sunday.

Three things a year a go I thought I'd never do. Things I kinda regret having done (not the gym thing though, I've been meaning to do that for ever).

The four horsemen must not be so far behind.

also, unrelated, I still owe robin a mix cd and the bracelet I bought her in Hong Kong. I sent the CD once and apparently to the wrong address because it came back to me. I was going to do it again, but then didn't. So if Robin (who has since quit blogging) still reads this, I know I owe you these things, they'll come eventually.

Life might not totally suck

For various reasons that I'll mention if it turns out life doesn't suck. If life does suck then we already know why.

Also, please check out my pal's Charlie's blog. She's a hundred times better at this than I am, also more interesting and smarter. (The fact that she's a far superior writer also helps).

I'll hyperlink it here, when I'm less lazy, but for know it's already linked on the side column where I have all my blog links. Enjoy you crazy readers.

Eye candy

I was going to post this on my site, because I thought it was Awesome (with a capitol A), but I figured it'd be best if I directed you to Amber's blog because with or without this video, her site is very much worth reading.

Anyway, if you want to see the best would be Snickers commercial ever (and you really really do) click the Snickers.



Trust me. It's Snickertastic.

pins and needles (well really just needles)

I gave blood today. The nurse wasn't so good and my arm is still in pain (and cold, but the cold is normal when I give blood, the pain has usually gone away by now) and the puncture point is definitely going to bruse, which I could have lived without. My blood is A- which I already knew, and my brother loves lording it over me that he has O- ("My blood will definitely save a life while your's might just languish in the banks till it's no good anymore). The funny thing is both my parents have Positive blood types while myself, and at least one of my siblings have Negative blood types. Genetics is wacky.

Speaking of wacky, go to Stellito's blog here and click on the link she provides in the post. It's quite possibly one of the funniest things I've ever seen.

Seacrest, Out.
(What a tool)

Heavens, the fever - she is upon me

Still sick. Still achey. Still nausious. Still trying to break out of my feverous delusions. I have not vomited, yet I see it as an eventuality; it's not a matter of if, just when. Hopefully some hot tea and the 60 degree (farenheit) weather outside will do me some good.

Something I forgot before. I didn't list Rawbeans Rant as a blog I read regularly, only I do read it regularly so now it is listed.

Also, for the love of pete, people - you should all go out and read Stellito's blog. Please, for your own sake.

new blogs that I like

So it's Saturday night and I should go out and have fun. I haven't actually gone out and had fun in a long time (at least two months). Lily (my brothers girlfriend), as I mentioned two posts previous, just turned 24, and tonight she is celebrating her birthday. First, dinner at some vegi chinese place in chinatown then drinks at some dive bar (which as a prerequisite must have a photobooth - as per Lily's birthday wishes) somewhere in alphabet city (on avenue B or D, I can't recall). Granted I would hang out with all my brother's frieds (I have no freinds in Manahattan yet - or queens for that matter), but that will most likely be fun. I do have a tendancy of being incredibly awkward at all times (those who know me personally can back this up) and that might not be such a good thing amungst strangers. Regardless I don't even know if I'm going as I am coming down with a cold. I either got it from my father or a different brother, both of whom are sick. Today is the first day and I know it's just going ot get worse tomorrow. I ache like nobodies business (as if someone lubricated all my joints with battery acid) and my head just started pounding. I took some tylenol, which has eliminated my symptons, albeit temporarily. The scary thing is I can feel my heart beating. Psuedophedreine (sp?) causes your heart rate to increase. I took an anti-histamine pill and though it's probably just my hypochondria, I think I can feel my heart beating much more quickly in my chest. It's not a big deal as it often happens when I take anti-histamines, but it isn't very comfortable.

I'm also very poor, as in quite literally broke (well more than just broke since I'm in debt up to my eyebrows - damn expensive college loans) so I don't even know if I can afford dinner and drinks, let alone just dinner, or just drinks. I would very much like to celebrate Lily's birthday but I think destiny is forcing me to do otherwise and once again stay home and watch TV (maybe with a nice bowl of soup and copius amounts of tea).

Regardless, tonight I have decided (inspired by lady hearteater) to throw out some links to other blogs I read. Some in fact I just started reading, while others I have been reading for a while. None of which are linked in my sidebar. I should probably do that too (at least with some of them) but I'm sick and far too lazy to really go into my template and do the additions. When I feel better....

But until then:

Lunatic Fringe just news and stuff, but I like how he writes it.

Ten Minutes Older a clever hopeful british film maker who has described herself as over educated and under employed - and I can completely relate to that.

Clandestine Call Girl This one really blew my mind. I'm pretty sure it's legit. It's the online diary of a woman who lives a normal life like all of us, yet on the side she's a proffessional escort. I actually took a day to go through and read all her old entries. From a psychological standpoint it's riviting (also she has a nice writing style that makes the blog very accessable).

XoTessamarieoX I love Jazi Fizzle!. Two blogs from two forteen year old girls. It's not riviting, or even that interesting, but I never had sisters, and there is something very interesting getting into the head of a someone who is so alien to me.

Friday's Web Most people who read my blog probably read hers first so there isn't much I need to say. If you haven't read it, you should check it out.

Lady Hearteater. Ditto with what I said about Friday's Web. Another fun lady with a fun weblog.

Now don't say I never gave you anything.

Damn dirty computer

So there is a bunch of blogs I read on a daily basis. Most of them you can find in the link section. There are a few that I read that aren't linked whom I found through Cute Little Box's Blog (RIP). I have them bookmarked in my computer for easy access. Unfortunately, my computer is not connected to the internet after the move and I've been using my mother's laptop. As such I don't remember the addresses off the top of my head and I haven't been able to read them. To the writers of said blogs (hopefully you know who you are), I will find you again, and I will read what I've missed because I can honestly say I've missed it. It's odd the type of attachments that grow, and how I do want to know what you'll come out with next.

Bow your head

So Life as a Box has shut down. It seems it was hacked, or something along those lines (not really sure) and caused LB (Little Box) to quit with the blogging. It's a shame as I thought he really had something there. Hopefully he shall return someday, but until then...

There is a good deal I would like to write about, but the house has been sold and I am in the midst of moving out (temporarily to Queens, then from there, who knows) and don't have the time. Just wanted to pop in and lament the passing of LB's blog.

Oh, and as the link to LB's blog only leads to a tomb put up by the person (psuedonym of Necromancer) who destroyed it in the first place, I am removing the link from my link section. Now, it really is over.

I guess I'm it

I was tagged by Cute little box so I am completing this meme. I wasn't planning on posting again so soon as I'm still working out my stuff, but it seemed like fun and I was getting a little bored. I don't know when the next post will be and I'm just considering this post a short recess from my self-imposed absence. Anyway, without further elaboration or excuses (and pardoning the poor writing), here we go.

Ten Years Ago: I was just starting my sophomore year of high school. It was wicked freaky as most my freshman year was spent in in Israel and I had maybe three friends in my American high school. I had such an amazing time the year prior the first semester of my return I hated school. I wasn't a complete loser, but I was pretty close. The worst part was biology. It took me almost a semester to realize I had learned it all the material in Israel only now I had to learn the terms and names in English.

On the plus side I did make friends and was for some reason given the nickname Moses (which I was called even by people I didn't know) because apparently, Amichai wasn't Jewish enough for them.

Five Years Ago: I moved across campus starting my junior year in a new dorm. I went to a small college in downtown Boston, so across campus was really a seven minute walk across Boston Commons and the Public Garden. I moved because I wanted a single room, and I wanted something new and fresh as I had lived in the same dorm room for my freshman and sophomore years. Moving turned out to be one of the best things I ever did as most of my college friends I keep in touch with today are the friends I made at the new dorm.

A side note, the dorm was built in a brownstone on Beacon street (132 Beacon to be exact) and there were maybe 70 people living in the dorm total (compared to the 70 people per floor of the my previous dorm -13 floors total). Since I am a very forgetful person and didn't own anything of any value what so ever I never locked my dorm room door. I was scared I'd lose my key or lock myself out, both of which carried a fine as a penalty. Once Mike and Sara (two people who consequentially became some of my best friends) found out that my door was never locked they snuck in and messed with my stuff. Being something of an (and by "something of an" I mean complete and utter) absent minded doofus when they cleaned up my desk - didn't notice. Then they turned some of my stuff upside down (my calendar, a few business cards, and a small poster) and I didn't realize it. I am always fiddling with something so when I saw them upside down I figured I didn't it with out realizing it. They even switched two drawers in my dresser. When I woke up the following morning and opened the drawer for my socks I saw my pants. Instead of wondering how this switch occured I just assumed I was an idiot and forgot which drawer I put my socks in. It took about three weeks for me to think maybe something strange was going on.

One Year Ago: I quit my job at Kolbo Fine Judaica and moved out of my apartment in Somerville back to Framingham. Nothing else really exciting happened. Of mild interest, it will be exactly a year ago tomorrow that I had my last hair cut.

Yesterday: I hung out with my mom in the morning, scheduled a phone interview for a job at WGBH I really want (the interview is thursday at 11 am) went shopping for bread and fruit, then watched TV. I'm a pretty boring guy.

5 Songs I Know All The Words To: Basically everything by They Might Be Giants; Cosmic Dancer by Marc Bolan (though I prefer the Lo Galluccio version); Coin Operated Boy by the Dresden Dolls; Down South, 10 Hours, I-5 by the All Girl Summer Fun Band; Punk Rock Girl by the Dead Milkmen.

5 Snacks: Oreos, Edy's whole fruit bars, Granny Smith Apples, Rum Raisin ice cream with carmel syrup and sprinkles, Zebra cakes.

5 things I would do with 100 million dollars: Buy six houses in Israel (one for each member of my immediate family), start my own production company (to print comic books and produce movies), Pay off my student loans and for my brothers college educations, I'd do the whole charity thing; maybe start my own non profit to subsidize grants to local artists and education initiatives, and roll naked in huge vault with what ever was left just like Scrooge McDuck.

5 Places I Would Run Away To: New Zealand (just to see the Kakapo Bird), Tzfat in Israel, Tokyo, Micronesia (but just general island hopping in the Pacific), Curocao.

5 Things that I'd never wear: Assless pants, Bike shorts, a toupee (don't need one, but as every male in my family over the age of 40 is bald or balding - both paternal and maternal sides of the family - I figure it's only a matter of time before genetics catches up with me), anything with a swastika on it, a parachute (well I would wear one, but I never plan on being in a situation where one is needed).

5 Favorite TV Shows: Simpson, Arrested Development, Barbershop, Deadwood, Gilmore Girls.

5 Favorite Joys: Don't really know how to answer this one. I'm not someone often filled with joy. In fact i'm not quite sure what joy feels like. I've been happy, celebratory, but never filled with joy (well there was this one girl I had a crush on named Joy but I don't think that counts).

5 Favorite Toys: All my old HeMan action figures (I don't play with them anymore but if we ware talking about all time favorite throughout the course of my life HeMan probably ranks near number one), My playstation 2, Shrinky Dinks - those things are awesome, My Computer (an old iMac, but it's still cool), my various frisbees (I love them all the same).

5 People I'm Tagging: I don't know if anyone reads this now, as I am not really posting, so I don't think anyone would know if I tagged them, but if you have read this entry, consider yourself tagged.

That is all for now (at least until I get my shit together or get bored once again).

For the next 15 minutes

I know I don't have many readers. But I'm posting mostly just to keep myself occupied, and this blog is devoted to my own narcisism.

That being said, through no fault of my own, I think I may have stumbled on to the next big interet hype. I may be wrong but I think (update 5/28/07: link disabled due to the fact that the blog doesn't exist any more - I guess I was wrong) This Blog is going to become insanely popular soon. Get in on the ground floor now. It's quite possibly (as advertised) the cutest blog ever.

If I'm right, you've heard it here first. If I'm wrong, well, I'll just add it to the list.

a pounding not unlike the energizer bunny

I don't really like my father's computer. I'm a mac person, and he used to be, but has since (to be compatible with work) switched over to the dark side. I'm staying at his place until Tuesday - got here Friday - and it was a mistake to come. It was a mistake because my life is full of cruel ironies. For instance, I'm a cat person. Can't stand dogs. Dogs smell funny, take up too much time and energy, and can never be left alone. Cats only smell funny around the litter box, and if you are smart and buy good cat litter the smell is negligble and in an area of the house you infrequently visit. Cats are much more independent, but good ones will respond when spoken to and also love playing (and this playing induces a minimal energy expendature on the owners side of the equation). Not only that, you can't curl up with a dog and read a book or watch TV. A cat, however, couldn't be more content sitting on your lap as you read, watch TV, or even sleep. And cats don't bark obsessivly everytime someone walks by your house.

My father has two cats. Oscar and Felix; brothers named after the odd couple (one has fluffy bright orange fur, the other has black, grey and white peppered short fur). I have cat allergies. We had a cat when I was younger and I didn't have a problem, I shared a cat with my roomates in my first apartment four years ago (he is currently living with one of my former roommates in New Orleans - lucky bastard)and I still didnt' have a problem. But they were short hair cats and it wasn't a big deal. Felix - the fluffy bright orange one - is too much for me. His dander is everywhere and I need to be on a constant regiment of antihistamines to breath. In the winter it wasn't so bad, most of his fur stayed on his body. It's summer now and he's shedding like a made man (er, cat). It's hot, incredibly and incredibly humid in Queens and his fur is everywhere. I can only breath standing up. Once I lie down at least one nostril clogs up and I feel sinus pressure building behind my eyes and in my ears. Thus, I can't fall asleep. I was up until 7 in the AM when - thank the lord - it rained, temporarily relieving the humidity and much of my nasal pressure. I slept for a total of three and a half hours before I was forced awake by the unbareable sinus pressure building beneath my face. I'm just thankful I'm not a big enough dork to get random nose bleeds. Thank heavens for small favors

My neck hurts too, but I don't know why, and it's been hurting all week. It's kinda scary actually, but I'm too poor and unemployed (lacking health insurance) to see a doctor. C'est la vie.

So I'm beat, have a bit of a sinus headache, my stomachs doing the weird thing it does when I don't get enough sleep, and I'm home alone for the day (folks and a sibling went off to a wedding for the day, a wedding I was not invited to, bah, humbug). I have a car but am too tired to drive anywhere for fear of getting in an accident - also I don't really know my way around even in optimal conditions. My big plan is to go the the movie theater around the corneer and watch at least one really stupid movie (the Fantastic 4 is in my immediate future, that or Mr. and Mrs. Smith; I promised my Mother I'd see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with her so that'll have to wait).

Enough complaining. I'm going to try and come up with a clever title for this entry and then hopefully collapse into a bed and sleep for a few more hours.

That's all for now so be good little boys and girls, and remember to eat all your vegitables.

Oh yeah, since this is my pops computer I'm to lazy to figure out how to spell check this, so any words that are misspelled will remain that way until I get back home on Tuesday or Wendseday.

**NOTE** 1:15 PM
I finally updated my blog including Amber's life weblog. I check it frequently and have been meaning to add a link but was jut too lazy or forgetful. Anyway, it's up now in the link section. Feel free to check it out. As noted hers is far more intersting than mine.

Carry on then....

Procrastination

I plan on writing one of those really good, funny, soul searching posts that has some sort of actual context to the world around us. I plan on it, but instead I mess around on the computer.

Anyway, favorite blog at the moment (as it changes often as more posts are posted on all the blogs I check): High-Centered & colourphobic Check it out if you dare.

Hidden Gems of the internet

Quick note. There is a blog I've discovered (Beta-English) a while ago who never seemed to post anything. I checked her blog today and found some new posts. One can only hope that she continues on a regular basis, as I thoroughly enjoy her prose. It's a delight to read. She's in my link section (under noodles), one and all should really check her out.

testing out yet another new one
"But don't take my word for it." -Reading Rainbow