Michael Bay Is Clairvoyant.

I finally caught up with the cool kids and watched Transformers the Movie. Now I know why people talk about Megan Fox. I also think I like the new Camaro more than I am willing to admit. My first impression of the robots, however, was that they were a bit too "organic" for my taste. Too much exposed wiring and whatnot.

And, of course, Jazz a.k.a. Pontiac Solstice GXP just had to die. From being torn cleanly into two halfish chunks, no less. Either Michael Bay has too much hate for Pontiac, or he had an inkling what was about to go down. Either way, sadness :(

New Toy

I love toys.

Especially toys that cost me a month or two's rent but plays oh so good.

*Ahem* Without further stalling, allow me to introduce my new black Fender American Strat! I am so elated, I am almost not sad about my empty bank account :)~

Oh and my "band" played our first "gig" over memorial weekend. Thanks to the friends who got married and allowed us to "entertain" them. Sadly, I couldn't air quote "married" because hey, two love birds actually tied the knot! It was so beautiful. And fun.

By the way, is it still the protocol to wait at least three days before calling a bridesmaid, who unfortunately did catch the bouquet?

MSNBC Says Proms Taking Hits From Economy

Umm... I think the guy on the right is doing pretty good. Well, maybe it's relative, as in he had to cut back from 4 to 2 girls? Damn economy indeed! :)~

Possible New Toy...

I have an inkling that a new toy might arrive soon...

stay tuned :)~

And It Continues...

On the way back from Guitar Center, you know to attempt to revive my poor guitar, I almost got sideswiped. I have never been involved in an incident with other vehicle(s). Sure, maybe I've taken a car airborne before. But no car were harmed in the making of that story - except my own that is. I'd like to keep that streak going.

*knock on wood*

Basically, the light turns yellow. I assume the other driver was slowing down, and he did the same with me. It's kinda like the 4-way stop situation. But with lights. Oh pretty yellow lights.

Oh Murphy, please show mercy on this poor soul!

I Want My Baby Back Ribs.

Yes. It's the D'oh baby again.

What now, you ask? Well, it seems Murphy decided to apply a somewhat urbane twist to his so-called law. Close your eyes and let the ominous music take us back to approximately 10 days ago... what's that, you don't hear ominous music? *kicks ominous music generator* Better? Good.

'Twas a dark friday night. Having just celebrated a buddy's engagement with gratuitous eating, drinking, guitar hero-ing, real guitar jammin', followed by more eating, I was on my way back home when I suddenly decided that I need to right my procrastinating tendencies.

"Yes! I will start turning my life around, eh take it to new heights through ceasing of procrastinatin'. Oh I know - I'll drop off my rent check today - the FIRST OF MAY - when it's due on the 5th!"

Incidentally, Jonathan Coulton's First of May was playing on my car stereo at the time.

Well, let's fast-forward to a few days later (thursday night), when I found a letter tucked into my apartment door seam when I got back from a long day at work. Hey, maybe the apartment office wants to give me some kudos for my awesome first-of-May payment. Maybe they wish to use me on the next monthly newsletter as a role model for all? I opened the envelope with anticipation.

Dear blah,

blah blah broke blah office, blah blah check box, blah blah you. blah blah stolen check, blah need to pay us by friday (tomorrow).

Blah!

If this is what kudos make you feel, I hate kudos.

So, after some calls and a few trips to the bank, it seems like I escaped more or less unscathed from this ordeal. Still contemplating if I should close down the old account and get a new one. So much hassle. Must...not...procrastinate...

Oh and last night, when I plugged in my trusty strat in to practice for my friends' wedding (friend marrying another friend!), the damn thing stopped making noises. Switching to my acoustic-electric shows the amp/cord are working fine. If I can't fix it myself, it probably wouldn't be worth it to take it to a shop. Which means I'll be buying a new electric within the next 10 days. Hurray!

More Ramen noodle, please.