fog
that’s what I’m in. My brain hasn’t fired in a productive way since this morning. this really bites…
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Archives for the month of: December, 2002
rubbery goodness
ok… my prediction is that these guys are going to be the next big thing: Kaiju: Big Battels. It’s a boston based group that… screw it, here’s the best way to describe it:
Pro Wrestling
+ Japanese Monster movies (gozilla, gamara)
+ Gwar
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pure enjoyment for the fans.
The fellow on the right is Kung Fu Chicken Noodle
Type: Unfriendliest rogue consomme
Height: 100 meters
Weight: 120 fluid tons
Attack: Kickin’ noodle stance, chicken bone choke, steam roller
MSG Count: 40%
Tag Line: Mmm Mmm Bad!
Win/Lose: 2/7
Allies: None
Enemies: All humans, Cycloptopuss, Club Sandwich
You also have to check out Los Plantanos (AKA The Plantain Twins), trust me, it’s worth it. And if you don’t think its possible to pro wrestle in monster suits, check out the videos. I’ve got to figure out a way to get these guys to Rochester.
can’t sleep
sybject says it all. my mind is racing and i had been just beens taring at the ceiling. tomorrow (or later today) we’ll find out what the future plans for kodak.com are. i’m still trying to figure out what i’m going to do with my life. so for the moment i’m sitting here working on my resume.
When things seem bad, there are always rays of hope. Some are bigger than others, but all make a difference. Here are a few that have recently shone in:
Ray 1: Dre’s dad is doing better. There were a couple possibilities as to what the problem was. On Sunday night we thought it was the worst. Today, it looks like one that is easier to correct.
Ray 2: This past weekend we had the kodak.com holiday party and things went very well (especially with everything that is going down around us). People had a great time and, at least for a while, forgot about the pressures at work. So that’s something else to be thankful for.
Ray 3: Last night I had a great martial arts class and that’s always good.
Ray 4: And finally, I checked my e-mail today and low an behold I got a note from the author of that letter to Rolling Stone I “reprinted” a few days ago:
From: “Maya Price”
To: rockOn_Matt@yahoo.com
Subject: rolling stone letter
Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 01:45:40 -0500
i lost points for grammar, eh?
well then you should have spelled the word grammar correctly if youre going to be deducting points for it!
but seriously,
thanks for posting the letter–its a trip how far this thing has reached..
everywhere except RS magazine it seems.
check ya later
~maya
All I can say is Rock On Maya! I dig anyone who will heckle me without knowing me (then again, I guess I did throw out the first volley with the grammar crack). Maya’s band plays in New York City, you should check them out! There’s more info at her website! Thank you for the smile that this note put on my face.
difficult days
Elliot began his poem The Wasteland by writing: “April is the cruelist month.” As suggested below, this December seems to be running a close second. Aaron, Jenny’s boyfriend has just been called up from the reservists for active duty. He’ll be leaving for the Gulf in a few weeks. Last night Dre’s father was checked into the hospital, with heart and kindey problems. I was there with them for most of the night. So I’m a zombie today and pretty distracted. Hopefully I’ll know more soon about his condition.
Its tough right now to find things to feel good about.