Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Emma!

Emma is the love of my life. I can't wait to start a family so I can share in the joy that are babies.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

mod

Man oh man it's been too long.  I just wanted to throw a quick blog up to say that every little thing is alright and I am not dead.  I have been busy with work and the likes.  I am going to try and write a little something everyday to get back in the habit but I give no guarantees.

adrian

ps: tomorrow (technically today) is gonna be awesome

Monday, December 15, 2008

Wide Awake.

The title of my personal ad. The winter always brings great new music to my ears. I have much to share but haven't found many with my taste. *le sigh*

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Satan is good Satan is our pal.

This is one of the greatest subtitles ever.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Night Court.

State street in Salt Lake City at midnight. This is a courthouse that looks awesome at night. I've never been inside, and until they catch me I won't have to worry about it! Lol. If anyone is looking for a peaceful time, we'll go for a drive together. Between my iPod and my stunning wit you won't be lonely.

Neurotic Jew.

I have become more and more pleased with Woody Allen movies. This is a picture from the movie Manhattan. All done in black and white with amazing George Gershwin music behind it. I've never been lonely for a big town before, but I know see the allure.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

I bring you...

...love

War! Huh! Yeah! What is it good for?

This was found on a side street when going to the Capitol building. If you can't see the paint it says, WAR. I often wonder what the world be like if all national and international arguments and conflicts were able to be resolved with something other than violence, physical devastation, and human suffering. Could it work? I dunno.

Need to feed a snake?

I was driving in Lindon almost 2 years ago when I saw this. I thought it was so funny. It still rings a little humorous but the thing that stands out most is how long ago it was. Time is flying. I'll be dead in a year the way time is going.

Friday, November 14, 2008

My name as a face.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Found this at the proctologists office.

There isn't really a ramp that way. Just links and a sexy emo pic of me asleep.

You People

Oh sweet baby Jeff, it's been too long since I've updated. November should be a month of temeritous updates. No topic too taboo. Everything you didn't want to hear and probably don't care about. But taking the time to visit this place you only have yourselves to blame. Larry David starts his acts by calling the audience 'you people'. Putting himself on the defensive before anyone has a chance to say otherwise. I love this frame of mind. So you people can just be grateful. Bitches.

Monday, October 20, 2008

I see dead people...

Last September I was having an awful day. So I did what I normally do, go for a drive. I had no destination in mind except for the hell away from where I was. I was on a road that immediately turned into northbound I 15. Being the adventuring type I kept going. Half hour into my journey I decided to go to Logan to see a friend. Trouble is I have never driven there myself and didn't know the way. Turns out I missed the exit and was on my way to Idaho. Not wanting to go there I got off at the Tremonton exit. 5 minutes there and I was homesick. Driving through the town I saw this sign. Being curious I drove 3 minutes down a dirt road and visited this quaint cemetery. It was nice. It was getting cold so I got in my car, grabbed a cup of coffee, and headed home. Next time I'll tell you of my barefooted trek to the Mountain Meadow Massacre site.

P.S.. Sorry for the cliche subject....it's late.

Liza

I know she's kinda crazy now, but in the film New York, New York she is crazy sexy. I'd like to time travel to the 60s and get with some smokin' cardigan-wearing librarian type chicks

Robin Williams

This creeps me out.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Danny Boyle

Dear Reader,

Danny Boyle is one of my most favourite directors ever. I love European cinema altogether, but his films the most.

I recently watched the movie A Life Less Ordinary and loved every second of it. Anyone that may read through this blog would be doing themselves a great disservice if they do not watch this film. To hell with whatever Rotten Tomatoes may say (for what it's worth, I have never and will never, visit this site) Dhan. No one, especially a community of online losers and morons, can tell you what you like. If they can, I weep for you. Danny Boyle also directed 28 Days Later, Trainspotting, and Sunshine. These are all fantastic movies in their own rights, but I wanted to express the love of the most recent Danny Boyle adventure I had.

Adrian

Richard Starkey

Richard Starkey, member of the Order of the British Empire, is more well known as Ringo Starr. On 10/10/08, Starr announced he will not sign anymore autographs sent or presented to him after 10/20/08. I don't know much or care much about the Beatles, this is just news. So there you have it Mother and Uncle Boyd, anything you need signed by him will need to be done post haste.

Monday, October 13, 2008

I took a drive today...

Time to emancipate

Why Dhan? Why?

I think that this is proof enough that Dhan and this cigarette-smoking son of a bitch are working together.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Home

Dear Cedartonville. I shall return. I intend to live out my last days in a cabin up Cedar Canyon.

Dear Child.

This was my baby boy Robin. I saved his life. I no longer have him, but still love him.

Tall buildings.

If by any chance someone from another major city reads this blog, I realize this and other buildings in the downtown Salt Lake City area are not massive, sun-blocking, steel heaps of commerce. But to a Utah native, this is pretty large. I have been elsewhere with tall buildings, but I do not live there and see them daily. So, leave me alone. K? Thx, bye.

Toby really is a Daly.

It seems as though whenever a member of the Daly family gets their picture taken, their attention is diverted to either the upper right or left of the frame. This phenomenon crosses the human/animal border. Strange.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

The Way Out Is Through

There are days when the aesthetics of my town outweigh the negative side of it's stupid drivers, slutty women, wannabe gang bangers, smokers, drunks, and just too many damn white people. This was one of those days.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Your Mother

Here we see Agent Scully using an adolescent yet effective response to someone she'd rather not speak to. If you can't read the subtitle or the subject of this post....well...it's your mother.

Digging Graves

Whilst driving very late one summer night, I found people digging massive graves. For all of the Trevor's and Patrick's and David's.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Friday, September 19, 2008

Gross

Apparently 12 year-olds can smoke now.

Morning Constitutional...Get it?

This was taken on Saturday July 26th, 2008 at 6 am. Addison and I went for a walk around the Capitol. It was grand. Thought I'd share an awful cellphone pic of an actually very majestic setting.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Toby is a bitch

Can't go 5 minutes without him rubbing his face on EVERYTHING I OWN!

Monday, September 15, 2008

Microsoft you win.

I just thought I'd tell everyone that my uphill battle with Microsoft is over. I give up. What with the brilliant guidance and endorsement of one Jerry Seinfeld, I realized that's what it's all about. Comedy and celebrity endorsements. Style, performance, and power do not matter in this world anymore. If you don't believe me, head over www.microsoft.com and watch the ads, you'll see the light.

Long Arm of the Law

This is to show you the couch when I was in baby court.

Insomnia

It's currently 5:12 a.m. and I cannot, for the life of me, sleep. I am not necessarily tired, but I know I need to sleep. However, that is only because I have work tomorrow. If I did not, I'd be driving to Carbon county for some scary ghost towning. I'd be, going to get some dinner at Penny's diner. Basically, anything and everything that involves me and my wonderful brother Adam. When Addison grows up, we'll take him too but I don't think he'd enjoy it as much right now. But just the feeling of being out in the beautiful and eerie nature. Camera and iPod as our arsenal. Ready to take on any local polygs or moose that come our way. It's times like these I wish I owned my 24 hr movie theatre/diner. I have a few friends in Cedar who seemed to support the idea. The name is a work in progress, but the tentative one that got the most laughs was PHUCKERS. The merchandise would be fantastic
I went the all night theatre & all I got was this PHUCKING Tshirt. Priceless.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Sleep Habits of a teen.

Sure it was 5:10 am, but come on. I was pulling 72 hours of no sleep at his age!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

I got capitalism

The first mobile blog. Mobile aphorism. I love it. I hope this makes me blog more. Even though only Adam reads it. Adam and I went to Nine Inch Nails last week. It was fantastic. If you haven't seen a NIN show, you are missing out. The energy and visual aspects form a 1-2 knockout of pleasure. Here's a terrible picture for ya.
This was a test for mobile blogging. Because I am just that freaking cool.
1/2 Man 1/2 Awesome Machine!

Monday, July 21, 2008

Too Long


It's been quite some time since I've updated this. I figured today is as good a day to update as any. I was recently in a car accident. Funny right? I mean, look to the bottom of this page and you'll see an explicit rant about cops and being pulled over and how much bullshit it all was. Well, now here's another.

I was driving home (going north) and some guy was pulling out of a parking lot to cross three lanes of traffic to go south. Some moron in a huge behemoth of a truck felt it was appropriate to stop traffic to let this guy go through. This was highly illegal on both parts. If it had not been for the yellow light I was approaching, I would have been going twice as fast. I, in all honesty, owe my life to that light. My tiny Korean vehicle (made in the proud South Korean town of Ulsan) was crushed a bit. The hood is bent but the car runs. It was appraised earlier today and the appraiser confirmed my hopes that it was only a cosmetic type situation. The man who I hit was very nice, just, not well versed in traffic do's and do not's. His insurance company has offered to take care of the issue and for that I am grateful. I feel very blessed to not have died. I was very shook up at first (just ask Adam). I was crying for about an hour and it took the West Valley Police over an hour and a half to get there. Luckily Mom was on the way to rescue me.

Everything will be fine. I will be taking the car to one of the Auto Body shops to get the dents and everything taken care of soon. I had to take two days off of work just to deal with insurance company stuff. I was more worried than it was worth though.

Like I say, very lucky I wasn't going faster, otherwise, this blog would cease. And then...what would Adam look forward to reading?

Monday, May 26, 2008

Not much of an encomiast, but I try...

I was very happy after reading Adam's blog about gardening, I had to post a little memoriam. Gardening was such a joy when I was younger. My experience with my green fingers was with my grandmother. I suppose that was when I should have realized I'd be single for the rest of my life. Planting Pansies with Mae. I remember she had such a fantastic raspberry bush. We would go out a pick enough to fill a cereal bowl and top it with some condensed milk. Very tasty. She had Peach, Plum, and Cherry trees that made my mouth water! Ever since I have been enamored with plums. She also got me into saltines and milk. If you haven't tried it, shut up and try it! Crumble a handful of saltines in a cereal bowl, pour a little milk over it...voila! Very tasty.

I really miss my grandma and figured today would be appropriate to mourn. All days are appropriate for mourning, but she's been gone for so long, I think still being in that phase might be a tad unhealthy. Although, I was never one with the greatest mental health. Grandma Mae was a wonderful woman. She was a quilter and a gambler. That's what she did. Woke up, drank half a can of Coke and quilted. When the Jazz game was on she'd sit in the dark and listen to Hot Rod Hundley announce the game on the radio. I'm not sure if the games were not televised or if she preferred the serenity of a dark empty room. Maybe she and the "Hot Rod" were once lovers...maybe she's the one who gave him the nickname.
Funny how people grieve. Some cry. Some talk about it. Others make inappropriate comments. I am the latter. Always have been. Mae Strasburg Daly was a wonderful woman. I am glad I was alive to have known her. I am sad that I didn't have a chance to know any of my other grandparents. Her husband, Jack, died in a truck accident while drinking. My mother's parents Dick and Fern were also gone before I had a chance to know them. At least I have my mother and her extended family around though. You can tell that Dick and Fern were amazing people just based on the way people like my mom and her siblings turned out. You can always see when people had a rock in their lives that assist them in being good people. Whether in person or in spirit. So here's a little love for the grandparents I never knew, and the one I did.

Love.

24 frames per second of Magic!

As promised, I am submitting some reviews for my most recent DVD Rentals. The three movies are: Michael Clayton, Perfume; The Story of a Murderer, and Greenfingers. Spoilers are below, but that should never keep you from watching them. Let's start with comedy.

GREENFINGERS

This was a great flick starring Clive Owen. I love him more and more with each of his movies I see. I loved Shoot 'Em Up, Derailed, Inside Man...and the list goes on. Gosford Park was strange, but he was great! This movie is about a group of convicts sent to a jail system in the country. This jail doesn't have cells, handcuffs, or rape. The kind of prison I'd like to go to when I become a felon. In there, Colin Briggs (Owen) learns to open up to a delightful cancer-ridden coot named Fergus. This transition is not a quick one, however. Colin wants to be a badass. Fergus offers to get him in with a good job while here. This prison has a work system to prepare them for society. Choosing building maintenance instead of laundry duties, he wallows in a form of self pity. An attitude of, this is how I am and will always be, no use trying to better myself. The story takes us through a transformation and triumph for the inmates and the last line delivered by Owen "Don't forget to curtsy." Great flick that was light and full of British F-Bombs.

PERFUME: THE STORY OF A MURDERER

I don't really know what to say about this movie. It was a crazy visual spectacle that involved scent and obsession. The MPAA rated it R for aborrent behaviour involving imagery, language, and violence. I hate to admit this, but that was a pretty accurate description. I still hate the MPAA with a passion (for reasons you can watch This Film Is Not Yet Rated), but I couldn't have said it better. It was very detailed and cinematically gorgeous. It had a familiar feeling I couldn't quite place until the very end of the film. It was directed by Tom Tykwer, who also directed Run Lola Run. The one thing that stood out to me is actually a silly point. I was reminded when Dustin Hoffman was asleep in his study, how much hearing him snore makes me tired. Don't believe me? Watch Hook. The scene where Captain Hook is asleep and his mustache is ticking to the rhythm of Jack's watch. That scene puts me to sleep without fail everytime. If his career were to ever start to falter, all he needs to do is make a record of him snoring. Market it to insomniacs or people that just need a really good sleep. It ended in a Matrix Revolutions/Batman Returns way. An orgy and animal like people eating another human. This movie, like a lot of other movies, was based on a book. Stanley Kubrick was approached to Direct it but he said it couldn't be transferred to film. I guess it took German pride to prove him wrong.

MICHAEL CLAYTON

Brilliant. This is really all I need to say. I love George Clooney. This movie was so fantastic! The kind of movie that kept me guessing. I love the films that make me wonder up until the very end. Told in a broken type of sequence, this story was riveting and made me wonder of all the household products we buy and trust almost blindly, if this is something that's going on. Very hush-hush testing and settlements to those who the testing went really bad for. I absolutely hated the female lawyer. I was hoping Clayton was going to shoot her or something. I know it's a petty and simple solution to a huge problem. And sure, maybe her spending X to Y years in jail may be punishment enough for some, I felt she deserved worse. THey should have made her a goddamned lab rat. I love the eye for eye philosophy. I can't say much else except for that it was a clean and wonderful pciture. Clean in the sense of visuals. It was a movie full of cursing and murder. The things that make a balanced diet for me.



That's all for today. Thanks as always for reading (this only goes to Adam, as he's the only one that's reading it).
Next, I think I'll compile a list of movies for you to see. That is, if you've finished the first list.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Heartburn and David Lynch

So last night I watched "Lost Highway" written and directed by David Lynch. I haven't seen any of his other films, but was excited with the promise of a score that was brushed over by Trent Reznor. This is certainly not the first film I have watched for that same reason. I also watched Man On Fire because of his hand in the score. Man On Fire was a fantastic movie anyway, but my drive was absolutely Mr. Reznor. I know, I'm easy. Lost Highway was a complete mind-fuck. I read the cover of the Netflix envelope and it goes on about "Bill Pullman as a saxophone player in a jazz band", this alone made me think it would be the most campy film ever. I do realize that David Lynch is associated with his insane directorial style, and I have heard of him before, but nothing prepared me for this.

The whole evening I felt uneasy and honestly felt violated. I got some relief when the gangster "Mr. Eddy" almost kills a guy for tailgating him. I almost did the same thing on my way to work. Overall, it was good. I am glad I watched it. A mystical discomfort of fear, excitement, and acid reflux.

The only thing I was disappointed in was some of the music. I loved Smashing Pumpkins, Trent Reznor, and the cover of "This Magic Moment", I'm just not a fan of Marilyn Manson or Rammstein. But, to be truly honest in this quasi-review, it added to my overall discomfort.

Job well done Mr. Lynch.

I have also recently watched Greenfingers, Michael Clayton, and will be watching Perfume: The Story of Murder this weekend. I shall write a new blog for the remaining three next week.

Thanks all.

adn

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

I Object!

So on this wonderful day, our Hero attended Court in Salt Lake City.
*GASP*
What would our Hero be doing in Court? What could John Q. Law have on this sweetheart of a human being?
Ladies and Gentlemen, I regret to inform you, I was charged with a crime most foul. I was traveling within the speed limits and obeying all traffic laws except....my insurance card was expired!
I know what you all must be thinking, and I agree.
I am a detestable human being for this. I am right on the same peg as murderers, rapists, car-jackers, and all other forms of ruffian refuse.
I took the opportunity today to try and clear my name in Court.
It's funny how you think everything is OK and that all has been taken care of. You got insurance, you paid for it, you register your car, you get a drivers license, you pass all necessary exams and pay all regulatory fees to operate this motor vehicle...but if your insurance card does not say the correct dates, it's all for naught.
I enter the building with my head hung low hoping that I wouldn't be noticed. After emptying all of my weapons (i.e. cellular telephone [the guy behind me had an iPhone, I admit, I was jealous], keys, pen, sunglasses, and wallet), I proceed to the lobby to wait my turn. I was pleased to see a pretty barren lobby with employees outnumbering the criminals 5:1. I was also surprised to see the very well dressed and well behaved scum that was there with me. Probably in for the same thing. We should just be locked up! Throw away the key!
So I take my number to wait my turn. Number 57. That's me. I'm thinking of having it tattooed on my neck. So everyone will see the criminal's mark.
Number 56 was currently being served, I was on deck (I love sports metaphors).
Seeing as only one other felon was with an employee, I figured my time would be served quite fast. After ten minutes of the wonderfully skilled and under compensated help (not employees...the help) talking of John Bobbit, I thought it'd be best to take a seat.
In the lobby the couch was wrapped around in sections covering the whole perimeter. I was getting claustrophobic. It felt like everything was closing in! Then I realized that the reason everything felt so small was that the couch was only about a foot off the ground. This couch was obviously ordered for all those menacing toddlers that ride their Big Wheels without helmets, proof of insurance, or proper registration. Goddamn hooligans if you ask me. The wait was interminable.
Finally a nice woman (who I assume just landed in this country just to help me. Can you believe it? They flew in aid from Latin America as to not disturb the WASPs from the intriguing subject of John Bobbit!) asked me if I was waiting for a hearing officer. I replied, "jes". She takes my info and clears the ticket in a matter of 90 seconds! How relieved was I that this whole day would be behind me and I could walk out with my chin up as a newly law abiding free citizen of this fantastic country. She says right before letting me go, "You may receive a letter in the next two days regarding this matter, but you may ignore it."
Great! But just to clarify, I said to her, "Is the letter just letting me know I need to get this insurance?"
She laughs and replies, "No, it's a warrant for your arrest, but you can ignore it."
We shared a quick laugh together and I ride off into the sunset.
What a magical day where I was given the opportunity to participate in the Judicial side of my country.

The End

(Here is where it gets serious)

Now, I certainly understand the importance of current and accurate information. I always have. But this matter was a colossal waste of my, the ticketing officer, and the Court's time! I can not believe how ridiculous the last two weeks was. But I got my Tax Stimulus so I can now buy gas and afford the insurance for at least two months. After that, maybe it'll be a "Lather. Rinse. Repeat." situation. If it is, so be it. I am glad to fight for my right to fight for my right to fight for my right to...fuck it. I'll just go X-Pat.

Thanks for reading my gripe. I am not mad anymore. Just insanely tired. I am glad this issue was resolved and that I didn't have to pay the $400 ticket and that I'm not going to jail. I am happy for all of those things. Just a frustrated day to deal with an already frustrating issue.

Love.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Blog v1.1

This is a small update. I don't really have much to say, I just want to keep up with this. Work is, well, work. I'm constantly amazed at how much the most frivolous things make people so irate. They put so much of their energy and time into things that really don't matter. Things that they will not take with them wherever they plan on going after this life. I understand materialism and sometimes act that way myself. I'm surprised at me too. I just don't like seeing it day in and day out. I want to make a change. I will...soon.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

It Begins...

This is the genesis of my blogging experience. I live quite ubiquitously through the internet, mostly hidden in that wonderful sea of anonymity (which Les Claypool reminds us is a "virtue in this day and age"). So I am giving up a part of that virtue to exist on another plane. I hope this goes better than any journal I have attempted to start. Usually I go strong for a week and then fall off into claiming I have no time. All I have is time. I am very open right now. I must warn, however, that harsh language may be used here. And if not here, on my other addiction (Twitter) . So follow me if you dare. Or care. I'd love to be a part of your day.


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