Scott Pilgrim rox my world... but I can't find the score.

So the brother and I just saw Scott Pilgrim Vs. The world. Movie seriously kicked ass. Very cool on the visual scale, very awesome story, Michael Cera was a nut in all the good ways and I wasn't freaked about Kerrin Caulkin (who I just checked if I spelled his name right and then closed the browser like an idiot so it will have to do.) as I thought I would be.

The music was really cool & I checked out the Sound track on iTunes, but I would guess I need the score. The song that Brie Larson sings with the band in the movie was awesome and I really liked it but the entire soundtrack is mainly Beck. Not that I don't like Beck, I just don't want to listen to Beck singing all the songs, I want to listen to the cast singing the songs... I know they did parts of it, but still... is it too much to ask for that when you have a movie that is based so seriously in music that the soundtrack be verbatim the music of the movie? They did the same thing with 8 Mile, things just don't line up with the music we fell in love with in the flick. Kills me... I want to hear what makes me want the sound track in the first place.

Song of the Moment: Evanescence "Lose Control" Album "Open Door"

P.S I'm really starting to hate Pod Snack - so I'm on the hunt again for a music widget!

What part of my book says speak to me?

I am not your best friend. Met this girl a few years back riding the bus. Couldn't get rid of her to save my soul. She was pregnant at the time, always asking me for cigarettes, trying to give me advice on living in Ypsi and always struck up conversation with me - even if I had on headphones and was reading. It got to the point that I was trying to hide from her, even sort of augmented my schedule so I wouldn't be on the same bus as she was. I saw her one day about 2 weeks ago and was thankful she didn't see me. Today however - by George she saw me. I was nose in my book - trying to get a lot of reading done in my boredom while dog/house sitting - had headphones on rocking out to Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and she does the full on flailing hands then tapped me on the shoulder.

Never remembers my name so I'm just "Hey Gurl" to her. She wants to talk briefly and I've really got nothing to say.

her: "How's your boyfriend"

me: I threw him out a long time ago

Long pause

her: "Why?"

me: "Because he was shit. I think he's in San Diego or San Francisco or something"

her: "Is that why you dumped him."

me: "No, he left well after."

Long pause

her: "So where you going?"

me: "The office"

her: "Still working at the same place"

me: "Yup, not much has changed."

her: "I hear that."

Longer pause - I go back to reading

her: "You look good, look like you lost some weight."

me: "Oh, sure, hadn't noticed - I'm too busy to notice these days. Just trying to catch up on reading because this is the only time I have to do it."

her: "What else you been up to?"

me: "Same old song and dance."

her: "Yeah."

Long pause AGAIN I think this is finally over. I'm looking out the window, checking my watch every 30 seconds like I've got something super important to do in that second though I'm trapped on the bus.

her: "It's really good to see you. I miss seeing you around"

me: (internally "FUCK OFF!") "How's your baby?"

her: "She's good, getting big."

me: "That's good."

Then I go about looking out the window during her next long ass pause and start reading again, never looking in her direction and trying hard to ignore the hell out of her.

I get up to get off the bus and low and behold she's getting off at the same stop, so I'm praying she's going in the opposite direction because I don't need anymore awkward conversation when this is my moment of me time before the calamity of my office ensues.

So what part of my book makes it look like I want to have a conversation? Not too sure... People fucking kill me!

Song of the moment: Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. "Atrophy" Album: "Don't you Fake it"

Casualty of War...

It's always me. I'm always the one who is not spared.

Many moons ago when the Taproom addition was not complete and the Annex was a separate entity of Taproom; Jeff - Bestest #4 could hang out for hours after his shift while he closed with select few and no one would know the difference. Brian & Lisa the owners were not in on weeknights, and all the more reason that I could go up to Taproom at 3am in my PJ's to hang out with Jeff while he closed the bar. Back in those days Mondays were dubbed "Slightly more than Mild amounts of fun" and Thursdays were "No pants Thursday". Seemed to be that every Monday there was a water fight. Pop guns were used to hose down whatever server had earned the foray and for some reason, I was always the one to come up almost as wet as the two players in the game.

Tonight was no exception. To satiate the boredom of the crew tonight somehow the great water fight involved Katie & Jeff. Kristy decided to stay as far out of it as possible. I stated my firm rule of if you are going to do this keep it away from me because I will inevitably end up wet. I am always the casualty of war!

10 minutes go by and Jeff runs back in the room and to his post behind the bar, hands me a full roll of paper towel and a serving tray as a shield and then the calamity ensues. R.C actually got up and stood behind me because the person to get it second to me is always him. Even standing there blocking most of the wet with the tray I still managed to get wet. Shorty - A.K.A Michelle thought I was just being a sissy until the damage was done and all of the bar in front of her, my chair and paid tab were soaking wet, and then she believed me. I am, always... without a doubt, the Casualty of war.

On another note - I'm about to be relegated to much time alone staring at the dogs. I'm sure you will be inundated with pictures and stories of the puppies being silly. I mean hell - Dexi managed to bite her own lip today and make herself bleed.

Song of the Moment: Fall Out Boy "This ain't a scene, it's an Arms race." - and my "widget" though not what I want as far as a widget goes doesn't support MP4 - shit heads! Someone suggest a true music widget - HELP ME Support the Music!

So maybe not...

Being lazy last night has now translated into me not taking my laptop with me for the weekend. So I'll be sure to have something interesting for Monday - for example the pending day trip to one of the great lakes tomorrow. Photos to follow.

Have a good weekend!

Song of the Moment Thousand Foot Krutch "What do we know" Album: "Flame in All of Us"

Just plain lazy...

I have been wondering most of the afternoon what to blog about, and while a few things come to mind, it's now 3am - the time when I should be done with my blog and getting into bed - and I'm too tired to be funny.

Just spent the last hour and a half trying to get a PSN Trophy for Mushroom Wars that I already had. Trust me I'm pissed about it too! Will get to work on the real trophy I was aiming for tomorrow. Don't know if I'm going to the office tomorrow, going out sailing with my boss or just staying at home watching this weeks TV since I did not bother when any of it was new.

Until tomorrow friends, I'll be clever then.

Song of the moment... got nothing, going to the pretty place where the flowers grow, I'll be back in 8 hours or so.

The Neighborhood... emphasis on hood

I live in a town where the most notable land mark is something we affectionately call the Ypsi penis. I live in a town where the local bar has a door handle 4 inches below where the standard door knob sits. I asked this question one of an old bar crony when I was barely a regular and was told that Ypsilanti used to have the largest number of midgets per capita. This owing to the plants that were around town and for some reason the smaller type person was more suited for some of them.

I live in Downtown Ypsilanti Michigan, where the historical district is really just a series of old brick buildings that have been turned into something else. Many of them make a person feel like they are looking at snipits of Downtown Detroit with big stone facades and empty buildings. Bums sit on the corner of Michigan Ave, and ask for change and cigarettes of the bar patrons. I happen to live 1 block from 4 bars, and 2 blocks from 1 bar.

Things can sometimes get weird around here. By weird I mean the friend of mine who helped me move to the neighborhood going crazy and blocking off 5 lanes of traffic with 4 traffic cones and a conga drum.

By weird I mean this....
The dead monkey I saw laying face down on the sidewalk next to the "corner store" that was to be seen minutes after I'd passed it being rocked back and forth by some odd looking woman. By weird I mean what's going on in the apartment behind my house...

A few weeks ago we ran into our land lord which was good, because that meant I didn't have to go to drop off the check to him. He told us someone would be moving in and sharing our back door - a person I've seen once, but I am not entirely sure that he's moved into this mysterious and supposed back door unit. A few days go by and I notice this oddly constructed wagon that had at least 6ft of 2x4's running along it, with a dolly that is attached to one end for wheeling and some torturous looking pieces with nails that protruded from the top. Purpose unknown. I'd seen it a few days later with smaller chops of wood being cradled in the protrusions. Okay... so I found this odd, have no idea whats going on but as the rain progressed I noticed it was no longer swimming in the pond that is our back driveway and was broken down and standing upright leaning against the side of the building. Okay - whatever he'd been doing with it, he'd done and now it was just to be around if needed.

Then things got even more odd. A bike appeared with a kart on the back. Looks like a smaller version of a hotdog cart - sans umbrella and the tasty treats, thats been put on bicycle wheels and attached to a bike for pulling.

Then the little blue Honda arrived. I didn't see it get here, I came home from work and it was backed into the spot next to where my brother parks and all the windows were down. I thought maybe it was from the members of the AA meeting in the house next door that take up our parking daily and make massive amounts of noise. Next day I get home from the office and this car is filled to the brim almost with big black trash bags - windows still down... wondering what's going on in there? Then a day later the bags are all gone, the windows have been rolled up - smart as we'd had torrential weather 3 days in a row - and the car looks normal again.

I've seen the guy in question once or twice. He whistles odd things and is oblivious to anyone being around. Has long hair and looks like the standard Ann Arbor Hippie and has a unique side pack that seems to be doubling as almost a traveling tool belt. I heard an electric saw moments before I saw him last, but still - I got nothing on whats going on in there.

That's when the shit started to appear. Came home and there was shit in the car, this time toys and random articles, milk crates, a lamp, a very ugly clay vase; no one was monitoring them and then they were gone. Not in the stolen sense of gone, but just poof gone. A day later the random assortment of items were back, but now they are sitting against the brick wall covered in plastic painters drop cloth. A day later - they're back in the car. Day after that they are back on the wall. I would assume they are back on the wall because now there is a full mattress set sitting on top of the car. Honestly - I'm wondering what the fuck?

Day passes, the Mattresses are still on the car, the items are on the wall, the long haired Hippie has not been seen. Then suddenly the mattresses are gone by the time I left for the office. Came home and they were back on top of the car. I'm starting to wonder if this apartment is the housing version of Mary Poppins' magic carpet bag. Things can go in and out and no matter how big you never know how it's happening.

As it stands now, the mattresses are gone again, and the vast majority of "stuff" (I'll be polite and call it stuff) is sitting on the trunk of the car or the ground around it covered with the plastic drop cloth with milk crates of more stuff holding the drop cloth down. Or it is sitting next to the wall uncovered.

This mystery is really making me wonder about my very eccentric land lord - and my new neighbor. Never know when that moment will come when I'll step out the back door to find a stuffed Kodiak or something. Go figure.

Song of the Moment: Thousand Foot Krutch "Broken Wing" Album: Flame in all of Us

The Music... has a page!

I'm still working on the genius I've got in mind behind the music of my blog. No I'm not talking VH1.

I'm what I think I should called an audiophile in training. I do have a lot of music, my life is a streaming playlist of a lot of music. Everything from metal to country. At the end of my posts you'll notice I add a song of the moment. Whatever's stuck in my head at the moment. I'm looking for an appropriate widget for the playlist so that it can hang out on the face of my blog and give you my reader(s) the option of listening to the songs that I post. Have I found that widget that will let you listen to the whole song.. now, but I did find a link that will let me give you my playlist for your listening pleasure. So Checkout the page at the top that says "The Music" and enjoy

Song I'm listening to right now... The Script "The Man who can't be moved" Album "The Script"