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could this be the year?

goodbye brandcenter, hello mountains

lost mountain, virginia

remember good weezer?

this ain't it. although it's close to their older (and not embarrassing) stuff.

despite the sound, this video is just plain weak. a video using a bunch of youtube characters? creative!

we are this low

i was called a "regular" for the first time in my life at any establishment.

too bad it was 7-eleven.

good news fellow catholics

the vatican says it's ok for us to believe in aliens.

according to rev. jose gabriel funes, director of the vatican observatory, the universe is just too vast to rule out the possibility of other intelligent life.

so that means i can continue to go to those pink floyd laser light shows without spending an eternity in purgatory. whew.

i'm due for a C list encounter

during the last couple of weeks there has been an extreme upswing in the number of celebrity encounters amongst my friends. it started with my friend from back home, matt, who recently moved to los angeles. about three weeks ago matt IM'd me to tell me his exciting news - he had finally met his idol, rick ro$$, at a party.

now i'm not saying the bo$$ is a C list celebrity. what i am saying is that after matt's encounter, the level of celebrity interactions amongst those near and dear to me have kind of, well, dropped significantly.

just last week my friend logan texted me with her exciting news. in the bar where she was participating in pub trivia sat none-other-than the original becky from tv's roseanne. wasted. i won't lie – becky number two was my favorite. but it is nice to know that number one is still kicking it around nyc, drinking like john goodman.

then there was yesterday morning when i woke up to find a text message my cousin john rounding out the celebrity trifecta. i immediately texted him back to find out the details. hours later he calls.

"i got wasted with smalls from the sandlot," he said. i was more excited about this than when i got asked to fill out a survey on hollywood blvd by the guy that played roofio on hook. or the time gary sinise told me not to curse in front of his daughter at disney world. or even more than the time i followed the drummer from hootie and the blowfish around the grocery store to see what kind of cereal he bought.

seriously though, who the fuck else eats product 19?

i miss last summer

things to note while watching:

• the tightness of the bass player's jeans.
• the complete lack of a solid storyline. seriously, what the fuck is going on here?
• the giant book that the band is performing on.
• how ugly Toto was. top 5 ugliest bands ever, i think.
  

a public apology

please accept my sincerest apologies for when i said iron eagle 2 is the best movie ever. i mispoke. cool runnings is, in fact, the best movie ever. please forgive me.

painful thoughts i had today

• having my big toe ripped off
• getting stabbed in the eye with a ball point pin
• having a scoop of my bicep taken out with an ice cream scoop
• getting a nerf dart stuck to my eyeball (having to pull it off)