Drowning Sonnet

Undersea Poem.

All I can really say is things have been very quiet around here. To make up for it I did something a bit difficult for most, I found good music. Have you ever heard of the duo Undersea Poem? Musically, they're laid back feel good tropical sounding hipsters with hidden underplays of therapeutic stringed instruments and drums. Lyrically, they're spraying out simple messages with profound lasting effects that could easily calm a rabid pit bull (it's a dog people!) into laying down and falling asleep. Undersea Poem is that rare feeling you get the first time you ever hear The Beatles (or look into Matt Muers eyes; Superbad reference newbies).

Don't go pirating their songs, go buy them or listen to the tracks on YouTube. Google's got them cheap c:

Bury us alive.

I've gotten over the idea of this blog, because it's totally useless. Today I-

thought I was happy.

And now I'm a crying pansy.

I had something else today, but I just received a text message that changed my life. Again.

I am a Mormon gosh darn it! And a Mormon just believes!

Hey everyone who still cares!

I recently had the pleasure of enjoying The Book of Mormon. No, not the ending to the Trilogy known as The Bible! I mean the hit Broadway musical "The Book of Morman."

Unfortunately, I only have the audio files (thanks Frank), but it still was an overly pleasant experience. I laughed, I cried, I lost ten pounds! This musical "can change your life in so many ways."

From the very first track to the last, this musical is overly entertaining. It also is pretty informative, being that it has odd facts here and there. My first taste of it was "Hasa Diga Eebowai," which is some African language (probably made up, I haven't exactly done all the research) phrase that is akin to the Lion King. Eebowai means God, and Hasa Diga means Fuck You, so in English I guess it means Fuck you God (you really shouldn't say that). The breakdown in the middle is also very well crafted, and catches you off guard. And as filthy as it is, it still feels like a light hearted song (my heart is numb).

Then there's "Hello." This one has to be heard, but even with just the audio, I can picture how it would look in my head perfectly. I guess I have an above average imagination.
So, I guess I should break it down. Unfortunately, I'm far too lazy. I don't know what else to say, it's been a few days (weeks). I hope you don't have some spooky Mormon hell dreams, because that'd be unfortunate. Anyway, if anyone would like the entire musical, or select parts, I'd be happy to share them. Just ask with a comment, email, or some random mugging on the street. The last one works well.

That's all for now. Check you awesome folks later. I'm far too busy being popular.

I can be my own best friend

"Your" is NOT equal to "you're."
Know your "there/their/they're" before you use it.
A lot. Alot is what special people say when their pee sticks feel good.
Weird. I don't understand how you fucked that one up, but it IS NOT wierd.
Apostrophes are important. It is = it's. "Its" is possessive and will fuck you up if you cheat on it.
Capitalization is the difference between "helping your Uncle Jack off a horse," and "helping your uncle jack off a horse." -.-
"I love you" is not something you use to get someone to like you even more. It is a tool to trick someone into giving you a blow job. I disagree with this, still.
Moving is an illusion. And a paradox.
Paradoxes rely on your frame of reference. So does your life span, because you all are dead to me.
The period belongs INSIDE the quotation mark. Example: "Hi."
I is less than three you. I want to make this especially clear. < is not less than, it's IS less than. If you don't know that, you're a fucking retard. I'm not your friend.
You could argue that I'm the idiot here, but you would lose that argument.
You can't insult me if I'm not insulted. Try as hard as you feel the need to, and you will still fail.
To and too are two VERY different words. Too is akin to also. To is not. And two is a number.
Animals are FOOD not friends. All vegetarians suck. The only good thing about a vegetarian is more meat for me. Other than that, they could get molested by trains for all the fucks I don't give.
Life is one giant failure. You will always fail. If you ever succeed, you failed at failing.
Than and then are not part of the swingers club. One can not be used in place of the other.
And if you give more than zero fucks, fuck off.

The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist.

Lately, there's been this one girl in my head, which is a good thing. That is, it is under normal circumstances. However, currently, this isn't a normal circumstance. It's beginning to get to me. I'm handling it, but the closer winter gets, the more I dream of melancholic days. There's this on some, by Bright Eyes, that I can't get out of my head, and I personally feel like it has one of the most powerful lyrics found in a song concerning "love." I'll let you decided, really.

"... I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss. So many men, stronger than me, have thrown their backs out, trying to lift, it. But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split, the love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist."

It honestly just speaks to me. I wasn't always like this, but sometimes I feel like I'm becoming this hollowed out guy who truely can love someone for a night, and disappear by the morning.

Her mouth is poison and wine.

I'm not sure you can comprehend what I would do for that girl, but it's pretty sick. I really am truely in love with her, and it's proving difficult to remove her presence from my thoughts. I really do like thaat girl. She's a wonderful girl, one of the best I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. If I knew that our time together would end so abruptly, I would have cherished every mili-second instead of the plain seconds. I never felt so strongly for someone. Ever. All the people I've known, all the people I've met, they mean nothing without her. I still have her letters, and I still read them through, and I still fall in love with her again, and again, every time, without fail. I found the person I wanted to marry, but she didn't find me. I wish I could see her one last time, but this is how my life will end. Without her. I'll get over her. Eventully. But it sure will be difficult. That's for sure.

Google Calendar & co.

I never realised how important it is to stay organised. I mean to say, I've always understood why, I just never noticed how crucial it is to everyday life. That's when I learned about Google Calendar. It does this neat trick called cloud sync, which means, if I enter something into my personal calendar with my Google account, it's automatically synced up with every calendar I have on every electronic device I have with Google Calender. Not to mention that I can access it offline. It's essential to optimise your time schedule so you can maximize your effectiveness to enjoy your pre-planned day to it's fullest. Pretty neat, huh?

Some people like to casually mention I may be obsessed with Google, but they're completely wrong. I enjoy cloud computing. There's only one company I can trust to be consistent with that, and you already know who that is. I mean, have you ever tried to Google something and been redirected because the servers were down? Of course not! This is Google, not Bing.

There's also the OS consistency I enjoy. I am a huge fan of Linux (fuck you, I have Wine) and it's nice to do advanced programming on the go. Not to mention an amazing start up and resume time! I mean, when I'm in an situation that requires urgency, I cannot afford to waste more than eight seconds for start up time.
And as always, I have to make you smile. I'll share a story and save the anecdotes for the smart people for a later post.

Yesterday was my oldest brothers birthday, he is an old fart. Finally twenty-four, not that he knows it (yet). I called him up to wish him a happy birthday, and he amused me with this wonderful story about Mushroom Wars (PS3 Downloadable Video Game).
"Anthony, do you play Mushroom wars?"
"Yeah."
"Well whenever you feel like getting your ass kicked,you have to play against me. I'm so good. Nobody can beat me. Not even Chala! I'm so good you'll say I should have been an accountant, wondering where the fuck I get all these numbers from. I just beat Joey and Chala. Twice. In a row. They can't fuck with me, once I start getting the numbers going you'll be like 'oh fuck what the fuck did you do?' And then I'll win."
I laughed at this.

Finally, we are looking for an editor. Send me an email if you're interested. Understand that I use English spellings and Charles is always tired when he writes. I'll respond with an application to your email, or, if I know you know your stuff, I'll just welcome you to the team.
Farewell for now,
A.M.A.