post 200

Counting my book notes and a few rejected posts, this is entry 200.

Woot.

As such, enjoy this commemorative me-being-stupid video.

speaking of which

The theater played Christmas commercials before Quantum of Solace. I assume this is due to the current slump in retail sales due to the instability of the economy.

Nothing like good old American materialism to inject some espresso right into the veins of the global and local mass-production infrastructure.

Also, it reminded me just how much I freakin' love Christmas music.

Also, my condenser mic is super great. Listen to me read Genesis 1 on Mark Oh and I's band Myspace, teamyakamoto.com. It's one of the more epic things I've ever done, if I do say so myself.

Maybe one day we'll have real recordings of our ridiculous band.

...and also not a Myspace.

We'll see.

not long

I ordered a USB condenser mic last night.

With my birthday money.

Not all of it, mind you. A fair amount, though.

Weird part was, the cheapest (legitimate) place I found it was the Apple store. Like, they beat Newegg by twenty-five bucks and had free shipping.

This is a strange, new world we live in.

But yeah, hopefully with this and some sort of pop filter, I can start my narration career. Probably with "Ben Mosher Reads the Bible."

Because I obviously need to title my spoken-word works as if they were Ernest movies.

Also, more Mr. Mokele (and maybe even some more Team Yakamoto) will inevitably ensue. It might even be good this time.

We'll see.

out of sheer curiosity

I wonder how long I can go without spending my birthday money. Probably won't make it through the week.

Also, I had a mariachi band sing me Happy Birthday over the weekend in Arizona.

It was quality.

well, on a lighter note

I fell in love today.

(with my grandpa's 1987 Accord, that is.)

Flip-up headlights just set my heart a-flutter, is all.

thanks, facebook

So I voted absentee about two weeks ago.

However, if I hadn't, and were registered in Georgia, Facebook, in all of its politically-infused glory, would not have been much help to me, as all it was able to supply was this wonderful map:



Man, six commas. I am good.

Yeah, so here's where I am, and here's Ben & Jerry's.

All I needed to know on Election Day, 2008.

Also, vote John McClane. Yeah, you heard me.

Yippie-ki-yay.

e.t. phone dorm

So I have to quit using my cellphone for three days in order to experience what it could potentially be like to be somewhat less well-off, socio-economically speaking.

It was that, or stop using both my computers.

I think I'd start failing other assignments, at that point, though.

Get my dorm phone number from me if you want to give me a jingle at any point between now and Wednesday or so.

Also, I'll probably use this for the sake of my assignment to keep track of things that happen different because I don't have my phone.



This is going to be just a whole bundle of fun.