things which are awesome

Awesome is what gives Kevin his power. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the galaxy together.


Actually, awesome is going to be Friday, Saturday and Superbowl Sunday.


I'm looking forward for a nice relaxing movie night on Friday. Drink Hard starring Bruce Willis is the film of choice. I'm especially excited for the whenever someone says Nakatomi; do a sake-bomb rule. Awesome.




Saturday is pre-SUPERBOWL festivities like food prep and playing excessive amounts of Madden. Can't wait to eat football shaped pancakes with bacon laces covered in Jack Daniels syrup; cause we about to get drunk off pancakes.





Awesome will be oozing out of every pore on Sunday as I watch Tom Brady complete what will be many touchdown passes to Chad Ochocinco, our secret but deadly weapon and my Superbowl MVP prediction.


The other day a friend sent me this awesome wallpaper link.
http://www.thinkgeek.com/homeoffice/eaed/
To think, recently we talked about hand painting wallpaperesque pattern, grid style stuff in the closets to make them look cool. It's ok, should be fun cause I like to do meticulous stuff like that, painting and all; but helmeted bad guy Star Wars wallpaper closets... this is simply more awesome.


Onto a different kind of awesome. In my recent interneting I stumbled across 1000 awesome things.
http://1000awesomethings.com/
It's a blog that lists one awesome thing a day and either tells a story about why it's awesome, has a picture or drawing, etc. 


I can easily say that I notice awesome things all the time and what I think is awesome is way less PG than "the honor system" or "the sun". That's right, I'm totally going to copy this idea for however long I remember to. Here we go.



#1000 - Musical Interludes



I listen to a lot of music at work because it helps drown out the outside world and lets me focus on the stuff I'm doing. It basically replaces everything bad with awesome. I can rock out to the same album all day until it feels like one continuous song; the best way to get to know new albums. I figure if you don't listen to the whole album you might miss these awesome subtleties; like musical interludes. 


Is there a bad musical interlude?


Well, if the intermission in Lord of the Drinks extended edition counts, then yes. It kinda kills the game if you know what I mean.

welcome Willow to our home

Well it certainly has been some time since I have seriously looked at this blog. A lot of things have changed since then, take the house for one. SURVEY SAYS the number one answer for how to describe my place issss... ZOO.

With that said I proudly give you Willow, she is the newest addition to the madness. She is a Goffins cockatoo who was rescued from a Chinese home in Markham. She is 9 years old and doesn't speak a word of English. She was given to us because her previous owners couldn't stand her crying anymore and the bird started plucking, a sign that she wasn't a very happy camper. I am glad to say that after eight days in our home the only squawking she has done has been playful squawking or the 30 minutes of "I don't want to go to bed yet dad" squawking. The deal is cockatoos are noisy creatures, they require as much attention as a 2 year old child and they have the emotional capabilities of a 3 year old. They are wild animals, not pets.

The bird and I get to bond later at night when I come home from work and after dinner. I like to think that we have a game where I sit her on my knee, play an album and observe how she reacts. I try to position her in the sweet spot of the living room; the apex of the 7.1 awesomeness. Some albums have great mixes, take any Doors album for example, the sound stage is all over the place. Jim is coming out of your left and right ears, the drums are front left while piano/guitar are front right.

I played her some Edgar Winter the other day cause I wanted to see what she would do to an instrumental rock ballad. To be honest she didn't do much, that was until the drum solo kicked in; I got my phone out just in time to get this.

Haha, welcome to my 2012 video ending. Playing with video editing software and using old footage of funny stuff; that's why blogging is fun.

Last night we played some more of our game.

She stayed pretty much like this for the entire guitar solo in Voodoo Chile

Stayed all puffed out for Flaming Lips

She was all about bowing here, this was during Dark Side of the Moon

When you have a copy of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon and a copy of the Wizard of Oz, it makes sense to play them at the same time. Have a look.

After I figured out she likes the classics I thought to myself; what about Kraftwerk? Lol, after not even 24 hours after having posted this someone commented:


Sugoi!!!! Domo Origato for the video!





The coolest thing about having a cockatoo in the house is the day to day observations of having a wild animal living among perfectly balanced people. That and the Asianesque picture taking I do. I'm sure to post other random cockatoo stuff or love bird stuff or bearded dragon stuff, but it sure as hell won't be written all professional like. It'll be more like; holy crap I live in a zoo which is awesome style. For those looking to see and read about "you ought to know ___ if you have a bird", see the wife's site:


http://toosandtricks.blogspot.com/


She'll basically answer any questions you might have if you are looking for advice on how to troubleshoot your bird whereas I only troubleshoot the internets; or at least that's what I tell people I do.

biggest. fans. ever.

If you have ever come over to my house for a game, whatever the sport, you know that Jay and I are pretty intense. Probably too intense for most.

Look at all those non-intense peoples looking at me. One guy even looks angry at my awesomeness which has obviously spilled over into his row and has made of mess of his pantaloons. It's not very often you see a legit Patriots helmet on a dude covered in awesomeness who also has a Bill Bilechek sleeve on his left arm.


Bring on Mexican Jay and Donald Duck. Well, VOTE for Jason B and Donald Duck:


http://www.showyourobsessionpatriots.com/SitePages/search_results.aspx?user=jason


They were both in Boston for week 13 to watch the Colts take on our Pats. The game wasn't the blowout we hoped for, it was actually a tense nail biter but hey, those games are awesome!


Wow, first blog post in FOREVER! 


GAME ON!!!

movieblasting

I go though phases where I simply immerse myself in the movies like a fat kid in rich, creamery butter. Now is totally one of those times. It's Thursday; I'm running on an empty tank after a big day at the office and a long night. Any sane, logical person would have gone to bed hours ago and stayed there, however, unlike your average bear, I keep on going.

Tonight I have plowed through most of Body of Lies (until I passed out). I later woke to finish the last part of the Neverending Story followed by the end of Taxi Driver, and now, instead of picking up where I left off in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, I have decided to restart that juggernaut of a film. This is bat country as you very well know. Who knows, I might be leaving on a jet plane to go to there for work to fix stuff that is broken. Unlikely, but who knows. 

Man I love my job. The randomness of my day-to-day activities suits my personality and lifestyle very well. That and I work with some of the most entertaining human beings alive; No matter how busy things get and how crazy the work; it's like a party.

I seem to have a tendency to not finish the movies I start and it erks me to no end. I'm a bit of a perfectionist; I need to finish what I start, well, unless it relates to the installation of doors; let's not go to there. Doors are what keep the crazy people out apparently.

In the movies I have watched today there have been some gems (like Paul). My ears perked in Taxi Driver where one of the cabbies was describing his love of midgets that I too share. The little people had a weak reference in Neverending Story where the big rock guy was talking about his big strong hands and how he was unable to save his little friends from the nothing. Btw, that movie ROCKS. It's a childhood favorite of mine; I think we had a VHS copy of the movie which included Ghostbusters and the Goonies. Something like that. I must have watched these three movies 500 times in my life. Watching it for the first time on bluray was like having new eyes. Yes, I'm an organ donor.

Just now, Johhny Depp threw change onto the floor when the midget who has hair like my father made the ahem noise for a tip. That's right, you walk out on that bill and screw that little dude over; he has short legs and the likelihood of him catching you is slim to none.

I am totally dressing up as Hunter S. Thompson for Halloween this year. This costume will be epic. I will internet buy whatever pieces I need to hit the ball out of the park with this one. We talk the same; short and choppy and with ability to make Sergio shake his head with the non-sense. I could be a reporter I guess, sure, why not. Routhier will be my Samoan! Dr. Gonzo and he are the same. Maybe Halloween this year won't even feel like we're dressed up. This way to awesome times.

I could add photos and movie clips but I'm lazy and don't want to. If you wanna see what I'm talking about you should cover over and help movieblast; it's a lot of fun. The stuff coming out of Johnny Depp's mouth is gold; later.