Peelander ZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

So last night, Alex, his sister Laura, and I all go to the 30th annual Tropical Heatwave Music Festival in Ybor City and definitely the stand out group of the night was a Japanese band called Peelander-Z.

To start, each member of the band was color coded with all their instruments and gear. For example, the bassist wore tight, tight, red, leopard print pants that went along with his dyed red hair and jacket. During the first song, Peelander Red stuck his foot out into the crowd (or more at Alex to be precise) and indicated that he wanted it to be supported along with the other so he could rock out a bass solo while standing on the audience. My position was located directly beneath his groin. He then crowdsurfed back to the stage.

The rest of the show consisted bringing fans up on stage give them bowls to bang together, a crowdwide game of Limbo, and something called "People Bowling".

They sang songs about tacos, ice cream, and a very mad tiger. It was such an awesome big time show in this tiny venue and EVERYONE up in there was rocking out.

I suggest you check them out.

Peelanders Black, Yellow, Green, Red, and Pink

Unknown Assailant

I bruise very easily. At least on my legs. I don't know where most of these bruises come from.

My boyfriend claims he sedates me and then beats me while I'm sleeping, but I know the truth.... I HAVE SUPER POWERS.

I also figure my ability not to feel pain at certain moments is counterbalanced by feeling an excruciating amount of pain for the littlest things like walking through the woods with flip-flops on. I feel every scratch and tear.

Maybe once my crazy level goes down, I'll learn how to control my powers for good.

I know this post isn't very good, but I figure I better get one out before I forget about this blog thing altogether.

For your enjoyment...

Devil Child's Second Birthday

On February 21st, 2009, my niece Eden was born. Two years of diapers, screaming, and cartoon repeats later, we celebrated her second birthday.


We started out by blowing up birthday balloons while Eden took a pre-celebratory nap. When she awoke she immediately new something was different because of all the latex spheres about.

Princess Eden

We then proceeded to grill burgers, making Eden a tiny one that she could wrap her little claws around. The came the presents. Eden's parents, being giant geeks, got her a mini pink laptop. Although the laptop had many educational games, Eden was most proficient at turning it on and off, making the onscreen squirrel say "Goodbye!" over and over again until you wanted to squeeze its little rodent neck til its eyes popped out like a stress doll.

A geek is born

Next came the cake. German chocolate cake out of the box, made and decorated by my mother, who came down all the way from Oregon for the occasion. We had to help Eden blow out the candles a bit, but she got the basic concept.

All and all, it was a pretty successful day. Eden seemed to enjoy the attention, and the rest of us enjoyed the cake. I leave you with this little epilogue of a picture:

Eden whacking me in the leg with her mechanical tube arm

Mall Elevator

Lately, I've been spending a good portion of my time in malls and department stores with my sister and her child. While carting around the gargantuan stroller for said child, we were forced to take the elevator to get from one floor to another. After a few trips, I began to notice something; there were floor one and two buttons on the button panel, but the store only has two floors. I thought to myself, Why do they need two buttons? It's not like someone on the first floor would press Floor One, or someone on the second floor would press Floor Two.

As this thought began to irk me more and more, I came up with an idea. Instead of this:

They could have this:

I mean, they only have one button on the outside, why have more than one on the inside?

Buffy

Yes, that Buffy. Do YOU know anybody named Buffy who's NOT a vampire slayer? I thought not.

Anyway, my boyfriend Alex and I were watching a particular episode where in Oz, the stoic Seth Green slash Werewolf, notices another person slash Werewolf and is being subconsciously attracted to her. The problem is, Oz is dating one of the main characters, Willow, Wiccan slash Ginger, and this causes some distress for us, the viewer.

This is how our short, philosophically deep, conversation:

I don't know if I can confirm this, but I think that might be the first time the word "Weretang" has been uttered.

P.S. My boyfriend has the exact same comfy green couch my sister has.

Creepy Commercials

Y'know what creeps me out? Commercials that have anthropomorphic pieces of food that encourage you to eat them. Some examples: Goldfish crackers, Frosted Miniwheats, and the creepiest of all, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, who claim to be so delicious, that they want to eat each other. That's right, they are so irresistibly tasty, that they resort to cannibalism.

Now, I don't know about you, but I don't find cheery, suicidal food stuffs very appetizing.

WinRAR is Stupid

Don't get me wrong, WinRAR is extremely useful, but it is the idiot of the application world. It's like,"Sure you can use this for a while, you can pay me later." and you're like, "Thanks buddy! I'll totally pay you back!*sucker*" and it's like," Hmmm? What was that?", and you're like,"Oh, nothing..."

But after a while, WinRAR wants to get paid. So it pops up with a reminder saying,"You're time is up. How 'bout paying me now?", but you say something like,"Oh yeah... just give me a few more days, I'll have your money by Friday." And WinRAR is so gullible and says,"Okay! I know you're good for it!"

WinRAR then starts to get impatient:

But by this time, you don't even care anymore about WinRAR's feelings and are just pissed that it keeps on asking:

WinRAR knows it's just being used, but it doesn't want to lose a friend, so it just goes with it. It's the Ned Flanders of programs.

New Years

Happy 2011 everyone! Would you like to know how my new years eve went? Probably not, but here it goes anyway!

I spent it at my boyfriend Alex's apartment. We first opened some beers and shot off a pre-packaged box of fireworks.

After some pyrotechnic shenanigans, we headed back inside and watched some enthralling episodes of Dollhouse. You see, both of us are extreme fans of Joss Whedon, and I had not yet partaken in this particular Whedon venture. After a while, Alex's brother Lee showed up with his girlfriend Lauren in tow. Now, call me crazy, but I think Lee looks exactly like Micheal Cera, except more evil. See accurate depiction below:

For the next half hour, Alex and Lee debated whether or not Wash from Firefly full name was Hoban Washburn. Lee still refused that this was so, even after Alex provided evidence from IMDB, Wikipedia, and a Serenity Wiki page. During a brief moment of calm, we realized that it was 11:58. We rushed to get more fireworks ready and open a bottle of champange.

When the clock struck 12:00, we all shouted "HAPPY NEW YEAR!", as people tend to do, and shot off some remaining fireworks with peculiar names.

Hammer Head Shark

I'm not kidding about this one

We then ventured out into the apartment complex to get a better view of the professional firework show going on somewhere to the north, while taking swigs of champagne straight from the bottle, as young people do.

Shortly after we returned, and after some more Hoban Washburn arguments, Alex's sister Debbie and her friend Summer arrived from a party. Debbie also brought over her new UNBELIEVIBLY adorable dachsund puppy.

She hadn't decided on a name yet, so of course we all had our opinions on what the little guy should be called. I voted for Abed, from Community, but other popular choices were Demitri, Dr. Spaceman, and, of course, Hoban.

Debbie also arrived with a glow stick hat kit that she and Summer found. However, it didn't come with clear instructions and seemed to be missing a few pieces, so the best thing we could come up with was the "Future Circle"

Alex Adorning It Proudly

I left the party around 2:00 AM, exhausted and ready for to start dating my checks 2011.