Monday, March 31

Anothermore?

Now I am starting to really feel like John Mayer. Not in the sense of feeling talented, rich, or tall, but more in the sense of having the urge to write another entry about Paramore. I just watched their new music video for That's What You Get and enjoyed it very much. You can see it here. One of the songs I liked more on the record. It was one of those home video-esque type videos with a little love story thing on the side that could have just ended on the cutting room floor. The band seems to be going back to how they used to be before they hit it big in this video. Their appearance was one of the things that had irked me last time I wrote about them. I enjoy the modest plaid shirt Jeremy, the hoodie-tee combo Zac, the humble, short haired Josh, and of course the vibrant, beautiful Hayley Williams in anything. I mean just look at that close-up. It'll be my wallpaper for the next few days. 

Acoustics: Boys Noize - Wu-Tang (Battery Pt. 2)
Optics: Super Smash Bros. Brawl
References:paramore.net

Saturday, March 29

Upper Class Dorm Life.

When you say college dorm food, you usually think of 5cent Ramen noodles eaten raw so that the noodles themselves will expand in your stomach to last longer. But when I think of the college dorm food I had last night, I think of Pad Thai.

Now for about 4 bucks, it sure as hell better be better then regular Ramen noodles. But this delicious vegan meal, made by Thai Kitchen, has made me want to miss going out to eat and stay in my room and lick every square centimeter of the little plastic plate to not miss any moment of flavors prancing around my tongue. Those of you who are unfamiliar to what Pad thai is, it's a dish from Thailand. It differs from your typical Ramen because the water has to be drained after the noodles are cooked. Kind of like spaghetti. It is mighty delicious.

And as for the second picture, POM pomegranate juice, it's not that good. Sounds delicious when you think of not having to go through the hassle of eating an actual pomegranate, but in reality it's only good because you have to go through the hassle of eating an actual pomegranate. Without having to go through the hassle of eating an actual pomegranate, you find yourself say, "This is just bad cranberry juice." POM is expensive and the packaging looks cool, but is not worth buying unless you want to impress someone with your exotic juice knowledge.

Acoustics: Girl Talk - Double Pump

Tuesday, March 18

Work.

I'm at work right now. People think I am doing something productive on my computer when in reality, I am just scrolling up and down the same window over and over.

TBOTEFNM and More.

The first image above is what a properly functioning Mac should look like. The picture below it is what a malfunctioning Mac should look like. Unfortunately, no Mac should ever have to look like the latter of the two. Even more unfortunate is that the broken screen belongs to my roommate Nathan.

After about nine weeks of compliance, out of no where pops up a smudge that appears to be inside his MacBook's monitor. He cried, he wept, he begged for my help. Now being such the nice person that I am, I fully cooperate in trying to rescue this distressed college student and his aching laptop. It wasn't until he lashed out about how bad Macs were in general that I just laughed in his face about his computers poor display. Almost everyone I know has had some problem with an Apple product. Dead, red sound jacks, melting monitors, and my own past personal problem, crap batteries.  And we all know how those iPods work. Nothing a little warranty won't fix. But I digress, Apple creates well designed, aesthetically pleasing work machines that are just plain neat. Being a former PC enthusiast, I thought I would never see the day when I hear myself argue, "Macs are better." But aside from the annoying Mac commercials with the equally annoying fat office guy and Justin-I'm-a-trendy-indie-folk-rock-staged-20something-hipster-Long saying,

"Hey I'm a PC."
"And I'm a douchebag,"

Macs just are better for me and probably most consumers if they would only just try them out. And maybe afford them. However, this unfortunate event has caused my dear roommate to pronounce this to be The Beginning of the End for Nathan Mills. But I digress again. While writing this blog, someone who will remain anonymous, just finished peeing on a chair in the hall.

Guy One: "Dude, that's not where the bathroom is."
Guy One: "No, you can't pee on the chair."
Guy Two: Trickling sound
Guy One: "Oh my God, you are ridiculous." (disappointed)
Guy Two: Splashing sound (satisfyingly)



This has been a night full of milestones. Oh dorm life.

First time someone urinating in the hall!
First time ever saying, "But I digress" x2!

Acoustics: My roommate snoring

Saturday, March 15

Moramore.


If you are afraid to admit you like Paramore, you are the worst in a category of lame people. (List includes but not limited to: Kathie Lee Gifford, Metallica minus the bassist, and Osama bin Laden's second cousin.) Now if you just don't like catchy, loud music, that's fine. But if you have any type of ear and an unsocialized mind, you should know that this music is damn good. Now it's no where to be considered the best of music, but it is very well the best of it's kind. Now I generally stay away from the generic alternative-punk-pop label of music, not because I don't like it but rather because most bands tend to sound too much alike. I don't have time to sort and search for bands of the same mediocre but catchy sound. When I first heard of Paramore, I assumed just that.

After a year and an album went by, I finally decided to give it a listen, mainly to see what all the hype was about and what this cute little orange-haired sprite could do. Now when the sonic love hit my ear bones, I immediately became a level down from, for lack of a better word, hooked. While most bands have a frontman who sings like a girl, here comes the progressive idea of having a girl sing like a girl! Maybe next we can invent electric cars. Oh wait... But what a lead singer Paramore has. I fell in love with Hayley like every other man and woman on this damned planet. I would become another minion of hers if she were to ever seek world domination. She has eliminated pale, redhead fetishes all over the world with her mainstream mass army of "Hayley Whores", some among them are John Mayer, your boyfriend and your perverted uncle, who are either convinced of a destined wedding or are just trying to find other cute ladies who match her description. Although how the band used to be was a lot more appealing than how they are now to me. The music has gotten better, but it seems as though they are falling into some sort of corporate mold of appearance. You all know what I mean. And I hate to say this effects my view on them but I'm not perfect. This is mainly towards the guys in the band but I am just turned off with the whole tight jean, glam/"emo" hair, GQ style they seem to have. Almost borderline My Chemical Romance with their matching bright orange tights. Nonetheless, a group of talented Grammy nominated individuals who I hope will not be just another flavor. But I have to end on this note, Hayley Williams. Making gaps hot, she truly is 'the great orange hope'.

P.S. If you match the description of Hayley, you know where to find me. It'd be best if your first name is also Hayley, your last name will just change when we get married.

Acoustics: Paramore - Let the Flames Begin
Optics: Russell Brand: Doing Life
References: music.aol.com

Thursday, March 13

Rainbow In Your Hand.



I thought this was kind of cool. A 36 page flip-book with the same picture of Roy G. Biv. I bet it's glossy. One of those things you can set atop your Swedish coffee table in your hardwood floored apartment in SoHo just waiting for someone to ask you where you got it from. It was created by Masashi Kawamura; and if you don't know who that is, consider yourself untrendy. He's only the most noted up and coming artist in Japan. Maybe, maybe not. I'm not sure really. I'd link you but his website is in Japanese. But I'll do it anyways in this word. Snake. One of these books will run you back $10. But if you ask me, who doesn't want a rainbow in their hands? I'd get it for five bucks max though.

Acoustics: Feist - The Limit To Your Love

References: utrecht.jp

Tuesday, March 11

Cancun.


Day five of my Spring Break and it's really kicking in. Today is and will be another day of mundane tasks of a college student not in college. Got back from the dentist and was told I need to have my wisdom teeth pulled out this summer. Went to the bank and deposited some checks from the library. Two more paychecks until my D60. Then a few more for the fisheye. About to head over to Best Buy to use my gift card from Christmas on a bluetooth headset. Maybe skate some. Then I'll head home and play Call of Duty online with my brother using that very same bluetooth headset. What a great week I can look forward to.

Acoustics: De La Soul - Dog Eat Dog