Goin' On

Lot goin' on lately. I'll give you a few recent pics to catch yer asses up. First off, I finished class A at Second City. It was a blast, and I start class B in a week, where we'll get into more in-depth scene work. Don't really know what to say about other than its great fun, and really pushes your creativity. Here is a pic from class.


This past weekend, my cousin Dennis was in town, so we hung out. We played some loud, rediculous music for a couple hours, drank a couple beers and watched John Waters' immortal Pink Flamingos.


On a recent bike ride adventure, Nate and I happened upon these worms. Then I happened upon THEM.


I also played a recent open mic show at a nearby coffee house called Uncommon Ground. It was fun, but I was SO DAMN NERVOUS. It was out of control. I made the mistake of signing up for one of the last spots, so the anticipation was killing me. When I finally got up to play, I looked out at the quiet group staring backing at me, and I fucking freaked out. I made some dumb nervous disclaimer and then started to play, which proved to be difficult because my right leg, which my guitar was seated upon, would not stop quaking. Despite the rediculous circumstances, I got through the songs with very few errors, but I'm pretty sure I bolted through them too fast. Hopefully next time I'll be more relaxed.


Right after work today I fly to Denver to meet my little brother and some friends to see Ween & The Flaming Lips at Red Rocks. YES!

Here's a country song I made about the ASSHOLE that got me kicked out of Alfred Sparrow. He thinks I "don't take music seriously." You know what I would take seriously? Giving him a curb smiley.

movie test

Click on the link below to see movie attached. I'm gonna try to incorporate some of these in the future.
sunday afternoon metal

new apartment

Haven't moved in yet, but its gonna be awesome. This post is also kindof a test of my new online storage account for pictures and songs I post. I'll be able to post a lot more songs and larger stuff in the future.

Sweltering bike ride along the lake

I was so fucking pissed off today in general. Work was fine, I got done everything I needed to with a fair amount of success. That was good. But the second I walked out of work I was slammed with a thick, heavy, invisible volcanic pudding. It was the hottest, most humid day I've ever felt in Chicago. My ever-pranking body pulled off yet another mushroom cloud chest-sweat pattern, making for a charming train ride home. Oh, and I got on the ONE TRAIN CAR with a broken air conditioner. So my shirt pretty much turned from white with stripes, to a revealing, translucent beige. I went from a decent mood at work, to a dangerous artillery shell of rage and bitterness.

So I decided to not let it get the the best of me. As tempting as it was to drape my physique over one of our marshmellow couches, I fought temptation and took the muther-fuckin' high road. I mounted my wheeled steed and set off on a sweat-drenched adventure along the lake. In doing so, I conquered the weather and put a lance in the taint of the negative vibes.

Now I feel nice and calm again.

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Need a little adventure? ... Make One!

It's been quite an eventful summer here in Chicago thus far. Music festivals, baseball games, bike rides through all kinds of interesting neighborhoods, and some rediculous nights out. Here is the Fourth of July group at Stacy's parent's house, in Shamburg, a suburb of Chicago.

I have been making an effort to mix things up a little lately, and make sure that my friends and I all get some variety in, as opposed to always doing the same damn thing all the time, which is an easy pattern to get into. We've turned some pretty dumb ideas into some of the most enjoyable experiences know to mankind. Take for example a recent brainchild of yours truly, which we have engaged in not once, but TWICE, due to its extreme enjoyability. Alley Baseball. All you need is a Walgreen's toy ball and bat set, some crap from a dumpster to act as bases, a case of beer, and the will to succeed.



Next I bring you documentation of our latest adventure, this past Saturday's Bicycle Pub Crawl. This was an invention meant to enable us to explore the endless neighborhoods of Chicago while getting a little healthy outdoor exercise, and of course, stopping for a beer at bars we'd never been to.

That's there's my hog. My purple woman. The bicycle formerly know as Prince.



First Stop: Cozy Noodle. A delicious Thai noodle restaurant in my hood with outdoor seating during the pleasant Chicago summer. That there is Chicken Pad Thai with a sickeningly sweet Thai Iced Tea.


Bar # 1: The Red Lion

An authentic English Pub with old british bartenders with completely awesome accents. Paintings of royalty and horses abound. One Newcastle consumed.


Bar # 2: The River Shannon

An Irish Pub with some drunk twenty-something construction dude giving us the "who the fuck are you" death stare as we walked in. Beautifully ornate wood details carved into the well-stocked bar. One Goose Island 312 and several peanuts consumed.


Bar # 3: No Idea

Some place off the intersection of North and Wells with an outdoor patio in the back. Patrick got some weird curry fries and Nate got a burger. As for me, one Bell's Oberon consumed.


Bar # 4: The Old Town Ale House

A dim, cool little place filled with portraits of regulars and the sound of jazz from the jukebox. This bar is directly across from Second City, a world famous center of comic talent. As you'll see from the images, John Belushi, Bill Murray, Dan Aykroyd and many others used to frequent this establishment. A glass or two from one pitcher of Pabst Blue Ribbon consumed.




Bar # 5: Clark Bar

A bar that's on clark street. That's about it. Consumed something bullshitty.


Bar # 6: Chili Mac's

Kinda like Bernie Mac, only slightly more awesome, and it looked slightly less like a pug. Two words: Blue Margaritas. Not just any, either. THE BEST EVER CREATED BY GOD OR MAN. A B.J. for the tastebuds.


Bar # 7: Sheffield's

A suitable final bar. (and not just because it was 10:00, and we all had to leave.) A nice little place, despite the crowd. (we'd all forgotten about the fact that it was ten o'clock on a Saturday night) Some CUTE girl came up and talked to us (ME mostly, for some reason) yet I "dropped the ball" when I went to take a piss and returned to find her gone. Two high-quality beers consumed. (no idea)


Good Night and God Bless.

Overwhelmed

Hello out there. I've been insanely busy lately, and have failed to be consistent about the posts, and for that I appologize. I also have an abundance of pictures and tales to post, but have not found the time to do it.

Today was the fourth of July. Pretty fun stuff. Last night were Chicago's major fireworks, and we all drank beers and walked down to the lake to watch them from afar. There was a nice feeling of calm sitting by the lake. The group next to us brought sparklers. Today I drove over to a suburb with Zach and Stacy, for a holiday cookout at Stacy's family's house. We all got bitten by mosquitos and ate too much. Now I'm getting ready for bed, in preparation for an interesting day at work tomorrow. I have some major shit to do tomorrow, kinda have to play a little "catch-up", which I'm not looking forward to. I wish that shit only happened in the movie Office Space, and not in real life.