Insomnia, it ain't Cool

Insomnia, the dark deviled beast that haunts most high school and college students. Lying awake for hours on end waiting for sweet slumber to caress you to no avail. It sucks! The past week has been awful, I haven't slept at night at all. The other night I was up until 9AM unroll I finally fell asleep. And I didn't wake up today until 5:30 this evening. I stay up all night tossing and turning trying to sleep and instead I just think about nothing in particular. Then I do finally fall asleep and sleep ALL day. It's happening mow for heavens sake! So basically the point of this post is fir me to bitch how I'm not asleep when I want to be. :\

Aussie! Aussie! Aussie!, Oi! Oi! Oi!

While working at Universal Studios Hollywood, I encountered many different people from all over the world. And since I was the one selling them their tickets to get in and letting them in through the entrance, I interacted with pretty much all of them. I've met people from India, China, Japan, Korea, Germany, Italy, Finland, France, UK, Brazil, Australia, and New Zealand just to name a few places off the top of my head. But one funny thing I observed about Australians is that everytime you yell out, "Aussie! Aussie! Aussie!" they always shout back, "Oi! Oi! Oi!" Now I don't know if it's a genetic reflex or in order to leave their country they're swearn by their government to do so. And due to this automatic response that is never ignored, I wondered what would happen if you yelled "Aussie! Aussie! Aussie!" in Australia? Would you be shunned and thought of as an ignorant American tourist? Or, the possibility I prefer, would you hear a country wide reply of "Oi! Oi! Oi!"?

Tattoodle My Noodle?

     FYI, I'm not planning on actually tattooing my noodley appendage, I'm still somewhat on the fence about getting a tattoo in the first place, but I do have ideas. Now I'm not planning on becoming one of those guys covered from head to toe in tats, but a few here and there I think is okay.

     Looking like that, whats he do for work? With that mentality in mind, (tattoos = less jobs) I'm not too hot on the idea of tattoos visible while wearing clothes. So those trendy finger mustaches are out of luck. :\

     As cool as large, elaborate area tattoos are, even in a hidden place like on my back, I'd prefer a smaller tattoo more of an object as opposed to a full elaborate scene. Also regretting a tattoo later in life is something I'd like to avoid.

     As funny as the cat tattoo is, I'd regret that after three days. So I want tattoos that are meaningful and that won't lead to regret. So I had to see what makes me, Me; after soul searching, research and development, surveys and analysis, I had some things that I could work with. I thought of making my own coat of arms, especially since I couldn't definitively find my already existing one (on both my mother's AND my father's side).  So thats an option, my own coat of arms to herald presents! I have yet to definitively come up with it though. Another decision  to make, just as important as what the tattoo is, is where to put it? I've always been fond of side tattoos.

     As awesome as nostalgic tattoos are, they're not going to be my first choice, not out of the running, but not first up at bat. But since I'm part Scottish, and feel a connection to my Scottish Celtic roots. So having a Gaelic word tattoo seems very appropriate. I have researched Scottish Gaelic via online translators and I would like to tattoo the word "Creid" to my left side. Creid is the Scottish Gaelic word for "Believe." Now I need to find a font. Also, since I was born in Washington state, I have a connection to the Indian art work of the Pacific Northwest (even though I am not myself Indian). So I would also like to have this tattooed on my left side:

     It is an Orca, a.k.a. Killer Whale. With the juxtaposition of my Gaelic "Creid" and this orca would create an addition meaning completely separate from their individual meanings. In my Senior year of high school I had the privilege to take the Apple certification course to become Apple Pro Certified, Final Cut Pro 6, Level One, something I'm very proud of. In that course we edited footage from the the new Seaworld show Believe. So an Orca next to the word believe ("Creid") is a clever way to be proud of that fact where as most people just use the apple logo.

Tronalicious

     I saw Tron: Legacy last month which gave my eyes orgasms, so much so that I had to have more. Baby needed his crack so instead of paying money to go watch the film again I decided to Google image search instead. Whilst I gave my eyes a cheap substitute for the real deal, I stumbled upon a girl who had made her own Quorra costume this past Halloween.

  

     I read that she used faux leather and Electroluminescent (EL) wire or tape to create this DIY Tron: Legacy costume. After seeing such inspirational innovation, I decided that I too wanted to create my very own light up Tron outfit. So instead of just blindly searching for "Tron" and "Tron: Legacy," I decided to look up Tron outfits more specifically. One thing I saw was this official merchandise motorcycle outfit. Instead of EL wire, or any other form of illumination, they use reflective tape.

  

     I mean, these are cool and all, but I want something that actually lights up, also these are a bit on the pricey side. So its back t scratch DIY for this guy. I then again made a more specific search for homemade Tron outfits. And what I found was outstanding. I had stumbled upon something thats been on the internet for over five years, I discovered the Tron Guy.

  

    Now, his costume is from the old school 1982 Tron. The original Tron isn't as popular as the one and is, in some circles, placed in the same category as playing Dungeons and Dragons (D&D). But say what you will about the Tron Guy, he is extraordinarily brave and has gained fame (or notoriety?) from this endeavor. He's been spoofed and interviewed several times.

  

     So since 2003, when he created his costume, hes gained much media attention especially with the new movie that just came out. But still I want my costume to be more of the new movie's style as opposed to the original's (despite my liking of nostalgia). So now its all of how to make it all work, how to put the costume together. I'm thinking of a black morphsuit as the base underneath it all, also some black leather motorcycle boots and motorcycle helmet. The armor and EL wire are the tricky parts. I've never used EL wire before personally, but I'm not a complete noob. I've known about the stuff for over a year due to one of my best friends, Blyth, who has used it before for her own outfits. So I'll have someone for referencing (thumbs up). But the armor, I'm a little clueless. I could get chunks of plastic for my chest, shoulders, and gauntlets but where does one find such plastic? Also I don't know what to do with my lower half. I may be ballsy at times but I don't necessarily want my junk just hanging out there, and with just the morphsuit I can have no shame. So I'll need to think of how to do that, leather pants maybe? However I end up doing it, I'm sure it'll come out great and I'll have a blast making it!

Christmas Miracles Do Happen

On Christmas eve this year, after returning home from dinner at my older brothers, my mom and I decided to stop by at the Brass Elephant to wish her friends (the band) Christmas wishes. While we were in the parking lot is where the miracle happened. In the darkness of the night I noticed on the ground something out of the ordinary. As I approach the peculiar object it's shape becomes more apparent, it starts to become rectangular in shape. I inch closer and it looks like a dollar bill, but as I hunch over and see what it is my mother asks me, "What is it?"
And as I pick it up I retort, "It's a hundred dollar bill."

Rough & Tumble Times in Palm Springs

     Last week I went on vacation with some friends in Cathedral City. Cathedral City not actually being Palm Springs but one of the several "desert colonies" which to anyone outside of them calling it Palm Springs will safise. Whilst I was there, I drove my friend's parents' golf cart around the complex (which is LOADS of fun!) At one point during my drive I needed to back up and turn into a downhill street, so feeling cocky, I decided to do everything in one foul swoop (at full speed.) After analyzing the task ahead I switched the cart into reverse, floored it, and made my turn. By making the near 90 degree angle backwards at 25 mph the cart decided at no longer liked me and tossed me out on my ass. Everything slowed down, my hands slipped off the stirring wheel, the strirring wheel got farther and farther away from me, then I hit the asphalt (hard) on my ass, then my shoulders slammed down and my legs were in the air. I then sat up, saw my friend in the passenger seat shellshocked, jaw-dropped. The cart, still in reverse, was tying to climb a small wall. I got up off of the asphalt and turned the cart into forward and hoped back into the drivers seat. My friend asked if I was alright, I retorted that I was fine. He then asked if I wanted him to drive back and I was like nah Man, I'm still rearin' to drive this cart around! He then noticed how my shoulders were bleeding slighty and that still didn't stop my enthusiasm. I then drove around the complex some more and while on the green, the cart's battery ran out of power. So my friend and I got out and started pushing off the green and onto the street. We realized that we were on the opposite side of the complex and headed toward the main road. A gardener driving around saw our peril and asked if we'd liked to be towed back to the condo, we of course said yes and it was then only a few minutes back as opposed the hour or so it would've taken other wise pushing by foot.
     Back at the condo I decided to inspect my wounds. I went into the bathroom, lifted my shirt and saw what would horrify anyone else who looked upon it. My elbow was dinged up a tad, I had scrapes and scratches all along my shoulders, and right above my ass was this large red mass of a scrape which hurt the most. So I cleaned up a bit and went on my merry way.
     To this day (a week later) I still have all three wounds, but they're healing quite nicely. They're now all scabs which are just delightfully itchy.

Oh the People We Meet

So today after bolting out of my mom's car in the middle of the street to get to the Gold Line, I get my ticket and head down the stairs to wait on the platform. Right after I sit down this little ol' Asian lady in a red knit sweater comes up to me and says, "Jesus Christ loves you. You are blessed because Jesus Christ loves you." All in her somewhat typical little ol' Asian lady voice. She then proceeded to ask me my name.
I respond, "Brian." And she once again repeated how Jesus loves me and mumbled something while making and hand gesture towards her chin as if she was commenting on my beard and maybe she somewhat thought I looked like Jesus. I'm not entirely sure what the last part was.
I haven't been told that I look like Jesus since around the tenth grade when I had long hair, prior to this possible time. And with my short vertically lifted hair cut I'm currently sporting, I'm not so sure if I still look like the son of God.

So you tell me, do I look like Jesus?