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December 27, 2004The move continues apace...
Hey, all. Once again, I find myself apologizing for the lack of updates lately. I’ve been pretty busy, between the move to North Hollywood and Christmas. Although I still have plenty of little stuff to schlep over to the new apartment, last Thursday was the big move day for all of my furniture. Thanks to Mike Barre, Kyle Pagel, and EJ, the hardest part of the move is behind me. My kitchen and bathroom stuff await transport, as do my clothes, another half a dozen boxes of books, a box’s worth of knick-knacks, and my electronics (I’m currently typing this from the floor, sitting Indian-style), but that won’t be too bad.
My bookshelves took a beating during the move, owning to the fact that they’re all cheap particle-board with cardboard backing. Four of them bit the dust completely, and another three or four took some damage but are in good enough condition to soldier on.
I don’t know why, but when I opened the U-Haul truck at my destination and took stock of my sad little shelves, I wished that I had recited the St. Crispin’s Day speech from “Henry V” to them before loading them in. So now, in belated honor of my butchered and battered shelves:
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Posted by patrick at 02:31 AM | Comments (4)
December 15, 2004
Apologies of both the general
Apologies of both the general and specific kind to anybody who actually frequents my journal expecting updates—the former because I fear I’m a piss-poor source of entertainment, and the specific because I haven’t posted squat in just shy of two weeks.
I had, though, a pretty good excuse. The usual end-of-the-quarter crunch kept me busy with schoolwork right up through last week, at which point that ended and I was suddenly no less busy with VO work and the like. And now, just as I was all set to settle down for the proverbial long winter’s nap, it looks as though I’ll be moving sometime in the next two or three weeks.
If you’re taken aback to hear of these moving plans out of left field, join the club. A week ago, they didn’t exist.
Luckily, I treated myself to a relatively nice, spacious apartment here in Riverside, so when I move out into the greater L.A. area, it won’t be a matter of my paying more so much as it’ll be my paying a comparable amount for less square footage. I’m looking at a few places tomorrow morning before knocking out some VO work, and one of the apartments in particular sounds so good as to make me suspicious. The reasonability of the rent just doesn’t jive with the square footage unless it’s missing a roof, or unless it’s a walled off portion of an old, abandoned boxcar.
And for anybody who’s still holding a grudge over my leaving the site to its own entropic devices lately, here’s a foolishly wonderful discount on anime, courtesy of Right Stuff, Int.
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Posted by patrick at 05:17 PM | Comments (7)
December 02, 2004
"We cannot allow a mine shaft gap!"
Today's tidbit of grim, unintentional military hilarity brought to you by this article:
Officials confirm dropping firebombs on Iraqi troops
... Yesterday military spokesmen described what they see as the distinction between the two types of incendiary bombs. They said mixture [sic] used in modern firebombs is a less harmful mixture than Vietnam War-era napalm.
"This additive has significantly less of an impact on the environment," wrote Marine spokesman Col. Michael Daily, in an e-mailed information sheet provided by the Pentagon. ...
Whew! Thanks for that, Col. Daily! I'll sleep easier at night, knowing we're roasting people alive with a less environmentally harmful style of firebomb. Wankers...
Posted by patrick at 05:55 AM | Comments (3)
December 01, 2004
Blame it on Bahrain, yeah, yeah...
Bahraini Royal Ends Made-For-TV Marriage
LAS VEGAS - The five-year marriage is over between a former Marine and a young Bahraini royal whose story provided the basis for a made-for-television movie, "The Princess and the Marine."
I remember when these two got together, and while I'm never particularly happy about divorce, I simply cannot let this opportunity pass by:
BLAME IT ON BAHRAIN
Milli Vanilli
You said you didn't need him
You told him good-bye
You sacrificed a good love
To satisfy your pride
Now you wished
That you should have him
And you feel like such a fool
You let him walk away
Now it just don't feel the same
Gotta blame it on something
Gotta blame it on something
Blame it on Bahrain
Blame it on the stars
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on Bahrain rain yeah yeah
You can blame it on the rain
Get
Ooh, ooh
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand Bahrain
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand Bahrain
Yeah, yeah
Should've told him you were sorry huh
Could have said you were wrong
But no you couldn't do that. No, no
You had to prove you were strong ooh
If you hadn't been so blinded
He might still be there with you
You want him back again
But he just don't feel the same
Gotta blame it on something
Gotta blame it on something
Blame it on Bahrain that was falling, falling
Blame it on the stars that did shine at night
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on Bahrain yeah yeah
You can blame it on Bahrain
Cos Bahrain don't mind
And Bahrain don't care
You got to blame it on something
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on Bahrain yeah, yeah
Posted by patrick at 01:26 PM | Comments (1)