| Remember when the music... |
[Jul. 8th, 2006|12:05 am] |
So there's this Harry Chapin song, atleast I'm pretty sure it's a Chapin song. It could've been a Woody Guthrie song and there's no fucking way I'd know the difference. But I'm pretty sure Chapin wrtoe all his own shit.
Anyway, not many of you probably know it, and I don't know how many of you will even read this, because who the fuck uses LiveJournal anymore?
But that's pretty much the point. I haven't written anything here in a little under two years. I still came here, reading mostly in silence to keep up with people, for a while, but then that faded out, too.
I guess what I'm trying to say, and hence the song, is it's kind of sad the LiveJournal era of my life... and probably many of our lives, is more or less over. I just came on here, reread things I wrote and could barely remember, and felt myself pining for a simpler time.
I am a sad old fuck. Who else is? |
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| 80s Night |
[Nov. 24th, 2004|07:26 pm] |
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So UMass-Dartmouth past and present dominated Club Hell last night, or at least a small corner of it. So mad props to Jessy, Jim, Shane, JVS, Heather, Regina, Suzanne, Steph, Laura, Jill, Paul, Justin, Kim, Erica, Tori, and everyone else I may have forgotten. Rock on! |
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| And there's the rub |
[Nov. 18th, 2004|09:33 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  annoyed | ] |
So I went to my 9:00, which was supposed to meet in the library. Couldn't find anyone, though I can't say I was really burning the brsh to find my class. Went over to the classroom, just in case we were supposed to meet there. No dice. Went BACK to the library, this time with Bruins, and again didn't burn any brush or find any class. All this adds up to me coming in for absolutely no reason today. I have decided, in response to no shows and my lack of persistence to take the Wednesday before Thanksgiving off. I probably would have done this anyway, but now I have as good of a reason as any: spite. Unless you're trying to return a sports coat. |
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| A wasted early morning |
[Nov. 17th, 2004|08:26 am] |
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| | annoyed | ] |
Nothing sucks more than an 8:00 with a no-show professor. Because if you're anyhting like me, you spend a minimum of 5 minutes deciding whether or not to go. On the day of the midterm. So to finally decide to go, and have no professor, and have 40 minutes to kill before th next class kinda sucks. And with Bob-o cancelled today, that leaves me with just one class. I should be happy about this. But equipped with the knowledge I have now, I probably would have slept until noon. Oh well, at least I know what aetataureate means, thanks to Michael Chabon and his over-developed vocabulary. |
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| Counter factual Swingers |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|05:58 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  thoughtful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Trent proclaiming Mikey's grows'd up-ness on a tabletop | ] |
Oh how I love this movie. Maybe it's because of how many times I've seen it, or maybe it's Jon Favreau's writing couples with Doug Liman's direction, but the scene progression is so natural that it's almost as if it was a divine mandate. But here's what I'm wondering right now, as Trent and Mikey are discussing why Mikey didn't call Michelle back after getting off the phone with Lorraine (the reason for this, by the way, is never revealed): What happens if Mikey never meets Lorraine?
The first, obvious answer is that he gets back with Michelle when she calls. But remember, as Rob says in the beginning of the film, they know not to call until you really forget. That's the rub. So what does Mikey do? Keep wandering around L.A.like a little bitch, occasionally getting cussed out by Sue? Move back to New York? Finally grow a pair and move on without the help of a loving woman?
It's kind of sad what's become of Heather Graham. Sure, she's a shitty actress. But she was Rollergirl, for fuck's sake. There's gotta be some roles out there for her somewhere, right? Some other random Swingers thoughts:
If there's any scene in the history of film, barring mutilation/death, than Mikey leaving repeated messages on Nikki's answering machine, I haven't found it yet. I visibly cringe everytime.
I thoruoghly enjoy Ron Livingston. He's (Rob's) the moral center of Swingers, whatever that means. Unlike Trent, Sue, and everyone else, he seems to genuinely understand where Mikey's coming from, and doesn't just bitch at him like everyone else. Plus he stars in Offic Space. And was awesome in Band of Brothers. If I was a screen writer, I would write parts expressly for Ron Livingston.
Vince Vaughn was so good as Trent that it pretty much ruined his career.
To this day, I still quote Alex Desert's (Charles') "This place is dead anyway" When leaving somewhere, regardless of how "dead" the place actually is. Great line.
I started drinking scotch primarilly because of Swingers. Even though his character is castrated for most of the film, Favreau ordering scotch struck me as cool. When I can afford it, or when I can't but it's a special occasion I'll order a Dewars. Still haven't tried ordering "Any Glen", though, something to try sometime.
I guess that's it; the house lights are on, the credits are rolling, and that means time to go. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|12:59 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Quizzical | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Vh1's Best Week Ever (Not music but funny) | ] |
Mmmm... Maybe I'll post something real later. But first- fun with quizzes!
You are 47% Virgo
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That Virgo thing's about right- I'm a Libra cusper. And apparently the good people at whatever personality test is find me very easy going. Or maybe I just like stovepipe hats and motorcycles. |
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| Another exciting friday morning at the Torch |
[Nov. 12th, 2004|10:27 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | he drone of computers, air/heat | ] |
So I was looking back and realized that since I didn't actually write the post on the 6th, it had actually been a considerable time since I wrote anything here. So it goes.
And now there's nothing I really feel like writing, but I'm killing time between classes in the good ol' Torch office and figured now was as good of a time as any to write something. But in the future, if anyone else out there finds themselves consistantly bored between 10 am and 12 noon feel free to drop in. I'll...err...make it worth your while.
Wow. This is like the worst post ever. I'm going to make a shit load of comments now to redeem myself. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 6th, 2004|12:35 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  loved | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Laughter- a whole of laughter | ] |
Blah blah blah I am, who am one who enjoys dongs. . . I wish to proclaim love for sheep penises with a peice of my heart dedicated to goat vaginas.
This is not really ryan, for he has logged in and unwittingly left before logging out on livejournal.
We love you ryan . . . almost as much as you love sheep penises
Viva La Trepanier! |
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| Yay! My First Quiz! |
[Nov. 2nd, 2004|03:28 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Springsteen - Remember when the Music (Harry Chapin Cover) | ] |
I best brush up on my chimney sweeping. Or Nannying.
You are from Mary Poppins. Musically inclined,
witty, eccentric, and absent-minded.
Which Psychedelic children's Movie do you belong in?
brought to you by Quizilla
I went out and got my Vote on, and for the second election in a row voted Libertarian based solely on principle. And just like last time, I've made numerous promises to do varied things of unspeakable shame to myself if the Democrat doesn't win Massachusetts. I don't know if the phrase "varied things of unspeakable shame" really makes sense, but I like the way it sounds. Now hopefully it's off to Boston, where today's News will become tomorrow's history. And John Kerry designs his own ties. |
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| The BoGo of LJ posts. Whatever that means. |
[Oct. 30th, 2004|02:57 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | productive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rufus Wainwright - Somewhere over the Rainbow | ] |
Nothing says productive more than two posts in twenty minutes, right? Well, I'm on a cleaning break. But the productiveness will continue soon, as I finish cleaning, do some reading, and write a story on the UMD volleyball team, who by the way are kicking ass these days.
I don't know which version of this song is gayer - Rufus's or Judy Garland's. I think I'm going with Rufus - anyone who saw him at the FleetBoston Pavillion knows why.
Funny story from yesterday, which many of you have already heard. So just humor me, if you will...
I wanted to get a haircut before taking my yearbook pic, but my girl is appointments only on Friday. I stopped in anyway, hoping there was something open, and there wasn't. She asked if I could come back today, and I explained the situation, then took off for MasterCuts. Leaving was awkward, because it was pretty obvious I was going to go somewhere else; it was almost like having your girlfriend turn down your request for a blow job, then saying you're going to go out for a walk, and when she asks wherem, casually mentioning somewhere near that alley where the Christina Aguilera looking whore offers to suck any guy who walks by off for $20.
So needless to say, I felt dirty at MasterCuts. Miss MasterCuts did a solid job, but when she asked if I wanted a punch card, I turned her down. I've still got my girl at home. Just because she couldn't come through for me this time, that doesn't mean its over. |
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| The first periodical "Make Ryan an Icon Contest" begins... |
[Oct. 30th, 2004|02:40 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | productive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jeff Buckley - Lover, you should've come over | ] |
Now.
The always wonderful ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) missjessyjessy supplied me with the lovely teabagging wrestlers icon, which is a definite keeper. But this still leaves me with two open slots for other and perhaps more hetero icons. Are you up to the task, reader? My favorite submissions will fill out the dossier. If you think thsi is a way to get fun and creative icons while still being a lazy bastard, you're right. |
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| Remeber the days of the old school yard... |
[Oct. 28th, 2004|03:20 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cranky | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The clatter of teenaged voices ringing in my head. Stop it! | ] |
So after staying up until 5 am waiting for an IM that never came (No, I won't elaborate, and yes, I am a little bitter) I figured I'd be able to sleep in, as my first class wasn't until 2 pm. Unfortunately, my mom totally Pearl Harbored me at 6 am, waking me up and asking if I would sub at the high school. Apparently, in my semi-conscious stupor, I said yes. For the next half hour or so, my parents continued to tell me to get up, though I had absolutely no idea why.
Finally, around 6:30, I was coherent enough to ask my dad what was up, and he informed me I was subbing, and I started throwing a hissy fit. I stormed around for the next 15 minutes, because at this point, there was really nothing I could do other than suck it up and go in. Not that this stopped me from cussin' all over the house and throwing my plush rocking-chair-thing around. But I soldiered on. By 7:10, I was at good ol' Wesport High, albeit begrudgingly.
The going rate for subs without teaching degrees, or maybe any bachelors degree -I'm not entirely sure- is $75, which is widdled down to $64.66 one Uncle Sam picks my pocket. Here's a recap of how I earned my pay today:
2 1/2 hours- Reading The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay- $24.87
1 1/2 hours- Watching half an episode of MacGyver and an episode of Dawson's Creek- $14.92
1 hour- Newspaper puzzles and comics- $9.95
40 minutes- Reading the sports section of the Boston Globe- $6.63
10 minutes- Actively supervising students/Staring blankly at the class- $1.66
5 minutes- Using restroom- $0.83
5 minutes- Writing assignments on the board- $0.83
I guess all told it wasn't so bad, aside from being brain numbingly boring and me being a total bitch all day from lack of sleep. The best thing is seeing the excitement on the student's faces when they realize they have absolutely nothing to do for the next 80-odd minutes. Oh sure, there's an assignment. But why would they do that, when they can have trite, inane high school type conversations that I get to listen in on. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm gonna pass out. |
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| Buck and McCarver: You can shut the fuck up now |
[Oct. 27th, 2004|11:35 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | indescribable | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tessie and We are the Champions, but only in my head | ] |
No more Buckner. No more Bucky Fucking Dent. No more Aaron Fucking Boone. No more curses concocted by that red-headed bitch Dan Shaugnessy. No more Bambino. The only thing better than shutting up 50,000 New Yorkers is shutting up sports writers, pundits, and announcers everywhere who can't go more than five minutes without mentioning the Red Sox tortured history. It's fitting that the World Series announcers, Joe Buck and Tim McCarver were a Cardinals guy and a Yankees guy, respectively. Fuck you Joe, and fuck you Tim. Find some new shit to talk about. Bitches. |
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| Those Rascally Sox |
[Oct. 19th, 2004|01:13 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | rejuvenated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Shatner - Common People (Pulp cover) | ] |
"Just when I think I'm out...they pull me back in!"
-Pacino, Godfather III
Okay, so I've never seen, nor do I intend to see Godfather III. It never should have been made, and it pains me to even think that Pacino had anything to do with it. But isn't this the perfect quote for the Red Sox? I'm sure I'm not the only one who'd given up after game three. I didn't even watch game four, making the Sox 4-0 in games I didn't watch, and 0-3 in games I did. But tonight they finally won a playoff game that I watched. And they sucked me back in.
This being my first entry (hurrah!) I checked out all the possible moods before writing and there were so many possibilities, and not just because many of them are redundant. I have such mixed emotions about this Sox team, because while these last two wins have been awesome, or atleast what I saw of them, ultimately I still don't know if I fully believe they can pull this out. If they'd just lost Sunday night, then the season would've been over and my mood would probably be crappy or pissed off. But winning two in a row, and in dramatic fashion no less, would make a still probable series loss devastating. Again.
Never in my life have I been in a relationship this dysfunctional. I understand it now; no matter what they do, how much shit they put me through, I'm powerless to leave. Because, like some battered housewife, while the rest of the sporting world sees only the end results, the bruises if you will, they don't know what it's like during the good times, when it's just me and the Sox, and they bring me flowers, and chocolates, and consecutive game winning hits from David Ortiz...
So that's my rant. I promise more personal content eventually, but there's so much sports stuff that I just need to vent that's too dated or not topical enough for a weekly column. So there. The era of the Dread Pirate on LJ has begun. I hope you're happy. |
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