Ian Mouser and I are forming a band, a serious band that plays serious songs about serious topics. We thought about playing these songs under The Bumblebees name but it just didn't seem right. This is where we could use your help. We're meeting this Friday to pick a band name and I'm trying to track down all the possible options. If the name we pick is a name you created you'll be entitled to free merchandise and show tickets and the right to say you made the band, name. So send any possible names this way, here's a few we've come up with so far.
- Little Green Robots
- Bear Jerky
- Serious Music Project
- Benefit For Rudy
- UniZues
Bring the goods, thank you.
Oct 15, 2008
Oct 9, 2008
Dream On
I had an amazing dream last week and I wanted to record it in some fashion before it was forgotten. Here goes:
I was in a large factory full of immaculately maintained silver machinery, seeming to be alone I snuck into a small room using a key I'd found outside the door. Inside the room I found what looked to be a large silver oven with intricate designs covering the outside door. I was in the process of opening said oven when I heard something in the distance. Through the glass window of the door I could see my Dad walking towards the room. For some reason I felt like I shouldn't have been in the room, this combined with my lack of hand-eye coordination led to me fumbling
the key hot potato style in an attempt to put it back where I'd found it. At the same moment I got the key back to it's appropriate cubby hole my Dad showed up and said "I've got something important to show you." He turned and started walking away swiftly. I eagerly followed close behind as we wound through the factory and into a larger room full of conveyor belts and workers sorting thousands of small boxes. My Dad turned to me and said "These are the greatest!", referring to none other than Quaker Chewy Dipp Granola Bars. He handed me a coupon for $1.50 off if I bought 2 boxes. I appreciated the gesture.
After I recieved my coupon we warped to the dining room of the Lake house where my Dad and my Grandpa were sitting at the table, I was standing about 10 feet away in the kitchen and an unidentified shadow man with a top hat was standing between us and off to one side. This is where it gets a little crazy. My Grandpa "says" to me "We wanted to show you something." I noticed something was a little strange because I heard my Grandpa's voice but his mouth never moved. The communication was channeling through my mind, no physical movements necessary. I must have caught on because I was able to respond in the same manner, "ok." My Grandpa then sends me, "This is how we talk to dead people or those that are on there way out." My Dad seemed to be communicating with the shadow man as if to give me a working example. I don't think I knew the shadow guy, but I got the feeling he wasn't fully out of this world yet. I got an overall feeling of peace and calmness.
Next I warped to a gravel road with my Dad walking at my side. I asked him, "Why are you here?" He responded, "You're sad that I'm gone and you wanted to ask me some questions."
He was right, I am sad that he's gone and I've got countless questions I wish I could ask him. I'll still ask, knowing that it may be awhile before he gets back to me. In any case, thanks for the dream, it was pretty cool, and say hi to all the relatives for me.
I was in a large factory full of immaculately maintained silver machinery, seeming to be alone I snuck into a small room using a key I'd found outside the door. Inside the room I found what looked to be a large silver oven with intricate designs covering the outside door. I was in the process of opening said oven when I heard something in the distance. Through the glass window of the door I could see my Dad walking towards the room. For some reason I felt like I shouldn't have been in the room, this combined with my lack of hand-eye coordination led to me fumbling
the key hot potato style in an attempt to put it back where I'd found it. At the same moment I got the key back to it's appropriate cubby hole my Dad showed up and said "I've got something important to show you." He turned and started walking away swiftly. I eagerly followed close behind as we wound through the factory and into a larger room full of conveyor belts and workers sorting thousands of small boxes. My Dad turned to me and said "These are the greatest!", referring to none other than Quaker Chewy Dipp Granola Bars. He handed me a coupon for $1.50 off if I bought 2 boxes. I appreciated the gesture.After I recieved my coupon we warped to the dining room of the Lake house where my Dad and my Grandpa were sitting at the table, I was standing about 10 feet away in the kitchen and an unidentified shadow man with a top hat was standing between us and off to one side. This is where it gets a little crazy. My Grandpa "says" to me "We wanted to show you something." I noticed something was a little strange because I heard my Grandpa's voice but his mouth never moved. The communication was channeling through my mind, no physical movements necessary. I must have caught on because I was able to respond in the same manner, "ok." My Grandpa then sends me, "This is how we talk to dead people or those that are on there way out." My Dad seemed to be communicating with the shadow man as if to give me a working example. I don't think I knew the shadow guy, but I got the feeling he wasn't fully out of this world yet. I got an overall feeling of peace and calmness.
Next I warped to a gravel road with my Dad walking at my side. I asked him, "Why are you here?" He responded, "You're sad that I'm gone and you wanted to ask me some questions."
He was right, I am sad that he's gone and I've got countless questions I wish I could ask him. I'll still ask, knowing that it may be awhile before he gets back to me. In any case, thanks for the dream, it was pretty cool, and say hi to all the relatives for me.
Oct 5, 2008
Marathon
Today I successfully completed the Portland Marathon!! It was the hardest thing I've ever put my body through and with any luck it will remain that way. Also running and completing the marathon was Erick "I like to ride my bicycle" Banks, Paul "I pretend I'm weak, but I'm not" Strong and Scott "I take walk breaks but still kick your ass" Hartman. It was perfect running weather, cloudy, cool and a slight drizzle to mask my butt sweat. I finished around 4:45, after running the last 6 miles with horrible cramps in every part of my legs. The first 20 miles Paul was nice enough to keep me company and help entertain/annoy spectators, cheerleaders and other runners. The last 6 miles he crushed a bunch of people and ended with a respectable time. Considering my previous long run was 15.5 miles, I was a happy man just to finish all 26.2 of this baby. My favorite part was whipping the crowd at the end into a frenzy as I went by, we were actually helping each other out because I could barely move by that point. Congratulations to all the people I peer-pressured into doing this, you guys kick ass.
Oct 4, 2008
Holy Crap
Holy Crap!! It's finally here! I've made it to the eve of the Portland Marathon and my legs are as strong(and pasty white) as they're going to get. I'm not as prepared as I'd like due to some training injuries, but I feel I have what it takes to finish this baby(in under 24 hours). Several of my cronies are in it, Banks and a late entry of Mr. Strong. Unfortunately they too are under-trained. Should make for a good time. My brother just ran his first marathon today and called me after to say it was the worst pain he's ever felt. So I guess I have that to look forward to. Any prayers or good thoughts would be much appreciated as we'll need all the help we can get. Let's cross this puppy off the Life To-Do List!!
AYYY YEI YEI!!!!!!!!
AYYY YEI YEI!!!!!!!!
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