Holy Trash.

Now I don't usually write a whole entry just to tell you about a single link, but this was just too cool to pass up.

Wow

Acoustics: Travis - How Many Hearts

Be Prepared.

Directed by yours truly. Expected release Spring 2010.

Acoustics: Mirah - Body Below

Grand Theft Whatever

Ok, so I thought I was going to write about this game sooner, then it I thought I was going to write about this game after I finished with it. And that's what I did. I finished it about a week ago. Honestly I'm only writing this because I have nothing else to do. I think everyone rated this with a 10/10, I will rate this with a 9.5/10. It's a very fun and addictive game to play until you've beaten it. It has replay value, but just not enough for me. Although I think there are alternate endings. This isn't a review because frankly I'm not qualified to give one and I don't understand why you be looking for a review on this site. This is just me talking, blogging, whatever.

There are some things I could see that could use improvement. Being a cinema guy and this game being a type of movie, some shots could have done less sloppily. It reminded me of parts of the old GTA's. Which could be good but wasn't in this case. I was sad that it ended so soon, but maybe because I played it often and wasn't really going around killing people for fun. I stuck to the missions. Of course everything good you hear about the game is true. Great voice acting, better aiming and all that. But yeah, that's it. Was it worth getting at midnight? Of course.

Acoustics: Elliott Smith - High Times

Django Reinhardt.

Every once in a while comes a Dj who revolutionizes the term disc jockey. Dj Ango is not one of those Djs. Dj Ango is another one of those bedroom disc jockeys who just samples random hip hop songs and puts them entirely over a song. His new album MonkeyPotatoButt involves only Ratatat songs with vocals over it. Very pathetic and embarrassing to all Djs accross the globe. However, it does sound pretty cool. 

Acoustics: Dj Ango - Int'l Crips Anthem

Mewthree.

There's nothing like reclining back on a long trip home in a car listening to "pretentious art rock" and closing your eyes to look around at all of the beautiful, warm colors as the sun rays hit your eye lids (hopefully you are not the one driving). The video above is a band called Mew, performing the song Special from their latest CD.  Mew is a Danish band consisting of three guys who look alike and have names with characters that I don't know how to create on my computer. The equivalent to the null sign in math. Anyways, whenever I return home from college, I like to choose a band to listen to on the way back. Old school. No skipping around the cd or putting the iPod on random. Just like popping in a cassette and singing along. Well this time guess what band I chose. Yea! Color Me Badd. How'd you guess? But still, Mew is amazing to listen to especially if you have a good imagination. Why? I don't know really, you just will. They are a dreamlike, prog, post-rock band with a vocalist. Imagine a toned down Anthony Green. This band is just so infectiously catchy. Although from what I've noticed it is not for everybody. But if you like music, definitely check these dudes out. 

In conclusion:

Mew is good.

CD's killed music.

Acoustics: Mew - 156

Optics: Mew Live in Copenhagen DVD

Games Games Games.

Awaiting for the release of Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of the Patriots, I've been replaying the whole Metal Gear collection chronologically starting from; Snake Eater, then MG1, MG2, MGS, and finally Sons of Liberty (Unfortunately I don't own a PSP for Portable Ops). However in the middle of this epic journey through the fellowship of the nerd, I managed to drift away during MG2 and started playing Xenogears, now I could write a whole book on the greatness of that RPG but will condense that in another entry some other day. After a short stint with Xenogears, I decided to prepare myself for the closer coming GTA IV, as to MGS4, and went ahead and bought GTA: San Andreas. Finally being 18, I can buy cigarettes and such. Fortunately I don't smoke and bought an M rated game instead.

Now this is a great game and will soon be followed by an even greater installment. But in the midst killing dope fiends for their "chips" and speeding off of cliffs with an Hispanic fireball girlfriend who is screaming in my ear, I drifted off once again. No this entry is not a review of MGS or GTA, those will come later. This is the review of a far more intense game. The World's Hardest Game entitled, The World's Hardest Game.

This addicting game, brought to you by none other then AddictingGames.com, will get you hooked faster than Peter Pan's nemesis giving away heroin that induces money flying out of beautiful women's bank accounts. The objective of the game is simple. You are a red square and need to get to point A to point B with moving obstacles that will cause an sudden outburst of curse words from your mouth when touched. Prepare to find yourself shouting obscenities during your lecture classes every time you fail. With 30 levels, you could probably defeat the game in a few days if you're determined. But the gameplay isn't the only five star feature. The sound is also grand. With music from some dude named Snayk, the electro, Pnuma Trioish, song will be stuck in your head. The sound effect of a punch when touching an obstacle will also bring back memories of bullies in third grade who picked on you because you knew what the square root of 9 was. Ah, those nostalgic memories of beating up nerds brings me back...

Acoustics: Akala - Eectro Livin'

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

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

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

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