Food Glorious Food...

Well, it's Easter Sunday (though "spring break" has kinda taken over Easter) and I made it seven days on smoothies and some soup. And nothing at all yesterday.

OH...and I went surfing yesterday. And stood up twice for like 4 seconds! And I have a giant purple bruise on my side that must have come from surfing but I don't remember getting!

And tonight Naomi and I are going to P.F.Changs for our 2 1/2 year anniversary.

And right now? I'm waiting to take a shower. One of the guys in my house takes very very long showers. Also very oddly timed showers. I'll be up for work at 3:15am and he'll be busily showering till 3:50 thereby forcing me to leave showerless and wearing glasses.

Gosh...this turned into one of those horribly boring "here's what I did today" kinda list blogs. Sad.

So I'll leave you with a joke...

What do you call a cow with 2 legs? Lean beef.

What do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef.

Man...those never get old.

T-minus...

I have now gone over 48 hours with nothing but liquid. On purpose mind you. My meals have consisted of smoothies, wheatgrass, soup, smoothies, juice, protein shakes, and more smoothies. The people at Jamba Juice are starting to recognize me. I wonder if I'll be able to make it the next 4 1/2 days.

I saw Robots today. It looked good, but it wasn't so great. The Incredibles was better. Yes...I like cartoons.

So...I know I'm supposed to be going to Hollywood and all after this semester in order to reap the rewards of fruitless begging for low end film jobs I don't want but must have in order to climb the slippery slopes of post production; but I'm probably going to be getting my MA in philosophy instead. Yeah, I know...philosophy and filmmaking have SO much in common and ALL the producers will want ME as their editor because I have a MASTERS in PHILOSOPHY! Sigh...this should be interesting.

I'm like an old man now. It's 9:19 and I am getting in bed. Sure I'll only be getting 6 hours of sleep even though I'm getting in bed stupidly early, but most people are just getting ready to go out. *bucks has single handedly ruined my "social life" (which is put in parenthesis because it is arguable whether or not I had one in the first place), my sleep, my eating habits, my caffeine consumption, and my view of the *bucks going masses. In other words, I'm like a little, bitter old man now who just sits on a park bench with his cane and rambles to himself about how stupid everyone is even though nothing bad has really happened.

When I'm old, I'll probably start guilt-trip stories with, "That's nothing...when I was a kid, and worked at *bucks..."

Sing Along Everyone!

It amazes me how many bands show up night after night at little coffee shops, clubs, bars, backyards, school events, and anywhere there is a power outlet and pour their hearts into their music and into letting others hear what they love to do despite the fact that nobody shows up.

Ok, not nobody...but nearly nobody.

When I was part of Breakfast Epiphanies we played many many shows to not many many people. We would pay our own money just to play at a club and then have 10 people watching if we were lucky. We would call all our friends and tell everyone we knew, but to no avail.

And this isn't just with our band. Everyone I talk to in an unknown band has this same problem: just getting people to hear your music.

If it's so hard, then why do they/we keep doing it?

For the love of doing it.

Last night "Kindred Fall" (and I only put it in quotations because only 1/3 of the band was REALLY Kindred Fall) played at the Ugly Mug. It was extraordinarily fun...despite the fact that only about 12 people were there. It's tough because you just know that there are other people out there who would enjoy the music at least a little bit, but getting them to hear the music is so hard.

What's odd, though, is that even with being upset that so few people got to see BE and are getting to see KF...I would do it all again even if I knew even less people would get to see. It's just worth it.

So I'll keep playing music nobody hears and I'll keep making movies nobody sees and I'll keep writing posts that nobody reads and I'll love every second of it because it's not about recognition or compliments or acceptance or anything other than pure love for doing it.



Rock on.

Happy St. Patty's Day me laddies.

p.s. Do not touch the cat without gloves.

Holy Crap...

...Mae makes me happy.

Gagging On My Passionate Enlightenment

I just got an e-mail with this being the text of the body:


a long walk on the beach eating hot dogs with mustard
isnt mustard hamburgers and potatoes. potatoes are good
with butter too. a long walk on the beach eating hot dogs with mustard
isnt mustard good. i like it. mustard can be used on a variet
of things. like hamburgers and potatoes. potatoes are good
with butter too. a long hamburgers and potatoes. potatoes are good
with butter too. a long walk on the beach eating hot dogs with mustard
isnt mustard good. i like it. mustard can be used on a variet
with butter too. a long walk on the beach eating hot dogs with mustard
isnt mustard good. i like it. mustard can be used on a variety
of things. like hamburgers and potatoes. potatoes hamburgers and
long hamburgers and potatoes. potatoes are good
with butter too. a long walk on the beach eating
can be used on a variet of things. like hamburgers
a long walk on the beach eating hot dogs with mustard
isnt mustard good. i like it. mustard can be used on a variety
of things. like hamburgers and potatoes. potatoes are good
with butter too. a long walk on the beach eating hot dogs with mustard
isnt mustard good. i like it. mustard can be used on a variety
of things. like hamburgers and potatoes. potatoes are good
with butter too. a long walk on the beach eating hot dogs with mustard
isnt mustard good. i like it. mustard can be used on a variety
of things. like hamburgers and potatoes. potatoes are good
with butter too. a long walk on the beach eating hot dogs with mustard
isnt mustard good. i like it. mustard can be used on a variety
of things. like hamburgers and potatoes. potatoes are good
with butter too. a long walk on the beach eating hot dogs with mustard
isnt mustard good. i like it. mustard can be used on a variety
of things. like hamburgers and potatoes. potatoes are good
with butter too. mustard can be used on a variet
with butter too. a long walk on the beach eating hot
mustard can be used on a variet
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Anyone wanna take a stab at interpretation?

Dark Water and Diet Lemonade

I went surfing yesterday. "But Grant," you should be saying, "you don't know how to surf!" Yes, you are right my imaginary friend, I do not know how to surf. Yet I was persuaded into attempting to do just that...surf.

Sure I was using a 7' foamboard, but I actually stood up for a split second two times. I blame it on beginner's luck.

After consuming who knows how much salt water, we were thirsty, so we went to Carl's Jr. I need to warn you all...don't drink Carl's Jr.'s "lite lemonade." It tastes like water with a drop (maybe two) of fake lemon diluted throughout it. Come on, it's sugar, water, and lemon...why do you need diet? What is the world coming to?

In other news I am writing a huge paper on Pascal's Wager, so if anyone wants to chime in on whether they think it is valid or invalid, maybe I'll quote you and give you some official sounding title.

In other news, I beat up Sleep. It was like, "Dude, Grant...you know you wanna." And I was like, "Dude, Sleep...no, I don't." And it was like, "Dude, come on Grant, you REALLY know you wanna." And I was like, "Dude, Sleep...seriously, stop bugging me, I don't wanna." And it was like, "Dude, Grant...really, you should like totally do it." And I was like, "Dude, Sleep...you know what?" And I was like, BAM, and I hit him in the face and then he fell and I kicked him in the stomach. And then I was like, "Dude, Sleep...I'm sorry." And it was like, "Dude, Grant...that was TOTALLY uncalled for." And I was like, "Dude, Sleep...will you forgive me? I kinda wanna now." And it was like, "Dude, Grant...no way man, I already gave you a chance and now my nose is bleeding." And I was like, "Dude, Sleep...I'm sorry, really, can I please?" And it was like, "Dude, Grant...it's over between us."

This Will Never End...

Ok people, round and round we go.



1500 dead Americans in Iraq.

Thanks for the Bush vote.

Maybe if we can get 5000 dead in a few years you'll vote for his brother.
Steve | 03.10.05 - 4:00 pm | #


Steve Steve Steve...I'm glad you spend your time so wisely. I mean...come on, if it weren't for people like you who spent their time wondering from blog to blog criticizing others on their political choices, where would we be? I'm glad you caught me Steve-o because you writing that comment probably saved at least 100 lives. It had to of...right? Otherwise such a caring person as you wouldn't have wasted the time telling some stranger that he is the cause of 1,500 deaths.

Try reading some other posts I've written. I've already talked about why I voted for Bush, and how my doing so doesn't mean I condone his actions. If it does, and I am partly to blame, then we can hop on this logic train:

Steve...do you live in America? If so, then you are to blame for all the deaths and inhumane treatment of the children who are starving and dying for mere cents a day in order to make Nikes and all the other brands soaked in the blood of slave labor. What's that? You don't wear Nikes? Doesn't matter Steve, you live in America so that means you MUST condone the actions of those who still buy their merchandise from said workplaces.

If you don't live in America, let me know where you live and I'll gladly offer you a similar comparison.

Steve...take a logic class. You'll soon realize that what you have said is like saying 2+2=5...you're making no sense Steve. When you have a good argument...come back and we'll chat.

The Fragile

*bucks is falling apart. No...not all of them...just the one I work at. It would be kind of cool if all of them fell apart, but that would take a corporate meltdown at their headquarters, and I only have access to physically destroying 10 or so splinter cells.

Heh...it might be funny if someone from *bucks headquarters read this and found out who I was and got a police investigation started. I said "might."

Today, this guy was standing outside our store with a bike. He was just smiling away, but in a mischievous way. One of our customers informed me that he was part of some mayors new plan to start anti-caffeine groups, so this guy was out there telling everyone to not drink coffee.

No...really...sounds like a novel or movie, but at 5am this was happening.

I was extraordinarily frustrated by everything this morning and wanted to punch someone, so I heard this and walked out and told the guy he couldn't be there. That's when he got weird. You know Brad Pitt's character from 12 Monkeys? Yeah, kinda like that. He wasn't all there would be a good way to put it. I had to let him know that I knew what he was doing and that he had to leave.

I thought it was funny, but I wanted to take out some anger. Plus the caffeinaholics who come in to my store pay my bills.

Oh, and if you want to learn about wormholes and time travel and space-time continuums, come to my store when I'm working. I guarantee you that a 5 hour shift will move slower than molasses going uphill on a cold day. I haven't figured it out yet, but once I master time I will use this for my benefit.

Speaking of weird powers, I have two. One is mostly in conjunction with my brother. The first is the ability to cause lines to form anywhere. I might have mentioned this before, but when I walk into a store and get in line, suddenly a line of 20 people will form behind me. It's uncanny. Or canny. Or something.

The other power is real, but I'm not sure if I have it or if it's just coincidence. It is said that some people have interesting abilities coordinating with the electrical flow in the human body. We all have certain amounts of electricity (like static) in us. Some people can affect lights at times when their electricity levels are higher/more potent/or something.

My brother and I have both noticed that lights will go off and on when we're around...but only sometimes and usually when we're not "trying" to make it happen. Neither of us knew that the other thought this happened, but while driving down the street together one night, at least 3 streetlamps went off as we passed, and back on as we got farther away. Then, all the lights at a gas station went off and on as we passed. It got us talking about it, and we realized that when together, we notice this happen quite often.

Wait...could I possibly be rambling any more?

Feng Shui Fortune Cookies

I'm in the middle of baking another cheesecake. Someone needs to stop me. If I get good at this, I won't end up an old man with a beer-belly, I'll be a young boy with a cheesecake-belly. And we all know how sexy THAT is.

I might be disappearing for a little while. *bucks is trying to kill me with 4am morning shifts. They will not prevail. Oh, and I thought it might be fun to carry out a placebo type test on the unsuspecting masses. My idea is to give everybody decaf instead of caffeinated drinks. As long as I tell them that it's not decaf, I kinda doubt anybody will know the difference. And while I'm at it I might give everyone nonfat milk too, just to see if anybody notices.

I'm slowly becoming more and more confused as to what the next step is in my path towards a career. I've always gloated about the fact that I've known what I wanted to do with my life since I was a little kid, but now there are too many choices that will directly effect the rest of my life ahead of me. Maybe I'll just forget about film and become Orange County's version of the guy who jumps out at you from behind a piece of a tree and scares you and then asks for money.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, walk around San Francisco for a while.

All I Have To Say Is:

Join THE REVOLUTION!

I'm Wide Awake It's Morning

I keep starting to write things and then I hate what I've written so I erase it. So instead here's a picture I did for my photoshop class. It's a recreation of a Daniel Merriam painting.






HERE'S THE ORIGINAL if you want to compare.