The Frisbee is Missing

I visited my friend Alex in Bellingham, Washington this past weekend. Along with the Alex and I were my good friend Mitch and my other friend Brittany. We were all out late playing frisbee at about 1am or so when we began taking pictures of Alex running on walls.

This is interesting because if you take a picture of someone doing the "Matrix-esque" wall run correctly, it looks a lot like they are casually walking on a wall. This is also funny.

We were laughing and taking other strange pictures when all of a sudden Alex addressed the group:

"Hey, who has the frisbee?"

We all looked at ourselves, and then at each other. Alex's eyes were saucers. Mitch immediately began the full force sprint in the direction we had come from, Mr. Ward followed close behind. Brittany sort of jogged for a bit and then realized I had no intention of picking up my pace, so stayed behind.

Brittany and I approached the gentlemen expecting one of them to be sporting a frisbee (pun both intended and included - bitch - frisbee is a sport). They were both, however, still looking.

"Where is it?" I asked
"Not here," Mitch said.

Obviously. We retraced our footsteps, all having the same memory of where we last had seen it. We all remembered Alex doing a sweet-ass trick with the frizz while we played the "Snap" game across Red Square. We scanned the area from where we last remembered it to where Alex asked which one of us had the frisbee.

"What the hell?" said Alex, "I loved that frisbee." I offered the suggestion that perhaps one of us laid it down and continued to walk, and in the meantime, some loser-face found it and picked it up.

"Horseshit!" he said. Okay, bad idea...maybe he'll go for the idea about the ghost. After successfully freaking each other out and bothering a security guard we decided to head back, accepting that if we left it out in the open on a college campus for more than five minutes, someone took it. Even if it was about one in the morning. We walked back to Alex's room in a collective sadness.

And then I found five dollars.

Holy Frick!

Well if you haven't noticed yet, this blog has been getting less and less interesting as time passes. Wow. And if you've been paying even closer attention you'll notice I've run out of crappy short stories or funny things that happened to me. Truth be told I sort of forgot about this thing, and now comes the time that separates the boys from the girls. Yes, for the few readers of this blog, I will continue to write. I've been writing, just really crap-ass stuff. So keep checking back on me, maybe a gem will show up.

A few orders of business:

1) If you are not watching "Studio 60" it's your chance to redeem yourself: Monday nights at 10pm!. Just watch "24" at 9 on Fox and flip down to NBC to catch "Studio 60" right after. Heart-pumping adrenaline to heart-pumping dialogue...boo yeeaahh!

2) James Blunt was nominated for five Grammy's...what happens if he wins? Read the last book of the Bible, Revelation, for more.

3) I have a tinge of heartburn from this burger joint we went to last night at about nine.

4) A 'litotes' is a form of a literary understatement.

5) Please go see Children of Men.

6) Please read the Old Testament book of Ruth.

I think that's it for now, I'm quite surprised at how much I came up with on the spot like that and...oh look at your watch I've wasted a good amount of your life.

I Totally Ate It

We were working out in the REC center (and when I say, “we” I of course mean Me, Hensley, and Teng, and when I say REC center I of course mean small workout facility below my residence hall at SPU) when I realized I had not worked my legs enough. We had done some wall sits and what not, but I needed to burn. I told the guys I would go for a run. I said this to them by looking at both of them and doing a running motion because they of course could not hear me due to the whole iPod thing.

I left in a bustle and hustle. As I climbed up the stairs I looked outside the large glass panels of windows and doors, I saw it. Yes. Snow, bitch. It was really comin’ down too. Ok, that was kind of a lame sentence seeing as it’s used in most every storm situation. And why does everyone use the word torrential when describing a downpour? It’s like the only word we know when we want to describe a downpour. Torrential could really be used for anything with a nature of torrent, or some rapidly falling water. Torrential waterfall, torrential wave, torrential pee…you know.

Anywhore.

There’s an ass load of snow falling and I get really excited. I walk outside and feel the tight, cold air and begin running. Oh yeah. Do it. I start to feel really hardcore running in the snow and get this immense confidence. I start to take long strides and breathe really heavily to make more clouds come out of my mouth. Awesome…yeaaahhh…total Balboa. I’m in an old crappy black hoodie and sweats. Totally awesome. I start running incredibly quickly up this massive hill as the snow hits my face and drips down my cheeks and chin. So radical…As I’m about to climb the Bertona hill for my final incline I catch the edge of a metal sewage grate and take a swift fall to the ground catching myself with my hands. I did what we all do: looked 360 degrees before I did anything else. I noticed that not another soul saw me, and my first thought is of thanksgiving. But then I get this really stupid feeling. Someone missed out on watching this skinny white boy fall in the snow. I began to feel a little guilty, like I had done something at the wrong time. Like when you tell a story you thought was hilarious to your family and they are not catching on so you try to save it by changing the ending but then only realize that the “new” ending actually is worse…yeah, like that. I wanted to laugh with someone about it. I wanted some guy to be getting into his car a block down and project a huge laugh that I could barely hear, and when I look over I laugh back and turn a little red, and we have a small moment together. He can tell his associates and I can tell a friend or two. And then I never see him again.

So laugh with me because I totally ate it.

Top Ten Albums of 2006

1) Continuum – John Mayer: “I Don’t Trust Myself With Loving You” is a pop song that no one has heard anything like. The rest of the record dances from throwback masterpieces to fresh, all-star pop ballads. He’s on top of the world and he knows it. Can you say Madison Square Garden? Welcome to popular music history Mr. Mayer.

2) Return to Cookie Mountain – TV on the Radio: My friend Sean told me they were “the Radiohead of hip-hop” and I couldn’t agree more…this is just such a cutting edge record.

3) Putting the Days to Bed – The Long Winters: Pop/Rock heaven. John Roderick is the best simple songwriter out right now.

4) St. Elsewhere – Gnarls Barkley: Enough has been said about this record…I have nothing original.

5) The Crane Wife – The Decemberists: Root-Rock beauty. Is this really them? Because it’s miles better than their previous stuff.

6) Stadium Archadium – Red Hot Chili Peppers: Because these guys should never die. A double album!? I think the last time this was done (well) was Songs in the Key of Life in ’73. I will always love RHCP.

7) Black Holes and Revelations – Muse: It’s freaking Muse. They puke beautiful music.

8) Orphans – Tom Waits: How many tracks are on this album? It’s like 53 or something. Tom Waits is finally getting the popularity and respect he’s always deserved.

9) Oh! Gravity – Switchfoot: Maybe just for the album art…This could be another band that does very little wrong in my eyes. John Foreman is the next Bono.

10) Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not – Arctic Monkeys: I haven’t heard this album enough, and I’m sure if I heard it more, it would climb up this list. Fantastic band that’s about to conquer the world.