Friday, December 28, 2007

It's so misconceived, but it works like a charm

Dear everybody,

Please don't send me text messages. I am working on a third consecutive day without receiving one. It is probably already a person record, but I want to see how long it goes.


Thursday, December 27, 2007

Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearing?

Why, yes, I did go this entire day without showering myself.

Monday, December 24, 2007

Christmas Card


God rest ye merry, readers.

the You Know How I Do staff

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Phrase of the year, year 2007

"That's what Lisa said."

Coined by either me or Nathaniel. I can't remember.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Biggest let-down, 2007

Nathaniel never becoming a tour guide for the underground tour in Seattle.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

I owe it all to the movies. I was thinking just you and me.

One Thursday at the end of May, Lisa and I both had the day off and nothing planned. We would go to breakfast, as was our wont on shared dayoffs, but our plan to go to Bear Lake was ended by weather that wasn't warm enough for laying on a beach. So, we decided to spend the entire day (after breakfast, mind you) at the movies. We saw three with hardly a break in between. First was Shooter (surprise movie of the year). Next was Waitress. Lastly, was Fay Grimm, which was totally strange. I swear the movie completely changed itself three times. Surprisingly, the time when by quick. Before we knew it, the third movie was over. It turned out to be a great way to spend a day of leisure.

The year of our Lord 2007 turned out to be a pretty good year to spend in a movie theater, and not just in Utah. Both times I went to Seattle this year, I saw great movies in cool old theaters (Grindhouse in April and King of Kong at the end of August) with Nathaniel, who no longer blogs.

I've been compiling a list of the best movies I saw this year for about a month now. I'm hoping to trim it down to ten and then rate them in order. I want to share the candidates with you so that you can either a) add to it, or b) make a case for one of the movies to make the top 10. I don't know if your input carries any weight, but whatever, you know?

Here's the list:

King of Kong: Fistful of Quarters
Live Free or Die Hard
Rocket Science
American Gangster
Into the Wild
The Simpsons Movie
Oceans 13
Eagle vs. Shark
The Darjeeling Limited
Hot Fuzz
Knocked Up
Bourne Ultimatum

As of now, 3:10 To Yuma is not on the list, because I have only seen about 30 minutes of it. From what I saw, though, it would be in consideration for the list.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Friday, December 14, 2007

Say, what's in this drink?

As none of you know, I spent Thanksgiving in my new favorite state in the Union, Oregon, Lisa's entire family. We flew into Portland on Wednesday night, spent the night there, ate at Thanksgiving Dinner at Salty's buffet, then, with full stomachs, drove out to the Oregon coast. Cannon Beach, to be exact. Since you like the pictures in books more than the words, here is our trip in picture form, mostly chronological (the first picture was actually the last taken but it seemed like a good opening statement).

(you might recognize this rock as the rock that the pirate ship comes from behind at the end of Goonies. This rock was right outside of our hotel room the entire time)

(What am I spelling? It is a mystery. Kind of like what Bill Murray whispered to Scarlett J. at the end of "Lost in Translation" used to be a mystery)

(Lisa's nephew Danny and myself. When he wasn't head-butting me while we were wrestling, he was admiring that we had the same shoes.)
(Danny and myself running on the beach. We're running to the sea, and we're not never coming back)
(Lisa's other nephew, Jacob. I met this kid in Walla Walla this April, and he has loved me ever since. Which is great, because he has never liked Lisa.)

(Me, Lisa, and Goonie Rock)

(Group photo with Goonie Rock in the background. Back row, from left to right: Diane [Lisa's brother's wife], BJ [Lisa's brother's wife's husband], Lisa [Lisa's brother's wife's husband's sister], and myself [Lisa's toy]. In front: Scruffy. This will most likely be the only time you see me wearing a scarf, so if you like that sort of thing then go ahead and start liking it.)

(Lisa sleeping while I am trying to watch football)

Friday, December 07, 2007

Been hoping that you'd drop in

I believe it is time for ventriloquism to get huge again this holiday season.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

I really can't stay, I've got to go away

Tough crowd.

I went and saw 3:10 To Yuma in the last theater in Salt Lake City showing it, but Lisa got sick and I didn't even see half of it.

Monday, December 03, 2007

My gosh, your lips look delicious

Okay, I was only kidding about this blog thinking you are an ingrate. It holds no ill-will. It understands that you know of its big head, and that it keeps asking you to inflate the aforementioned big head with even more air. This ego is out of control.

Okay, I will stop refering to me as this blog and become a human again. I will also make a loose promise to not start another paragraph in this edition of this blog written by me with the word, "okay".

Did you notice how I said "no" to vember? What fortitude I can have sometimes. Truth be told, I wrote that, decided that I hated blogs, while at the same time cursing you when you did not update yours, stopped hating blogs (all a long, I knew it was a phase, anyway), had school work, decided to not blog until December 1 in order to exhibit my saying "no" moxie, and now here I am.

Unfortunately, I don't know if I will blog for another week or so. This week is the week where school becomes a dominatrix and I have leathers on my person. (Dear Lisa: Hey, what up? Don't worry, this is only a metaphor or a simile or something, okay? I still like you and you non-violent love)

School has dealt me the following cards:
1) A 4-6 page essay for my horror movie class. Seeing how until Saturday, I thought this essay was due a week from tomorrow and not tomorrow, I had to come up with the quickest topic available, and that is comparing and contrasting the move and short story of "Pit and the Pendulum" by Edgar Allen Poe. I read the story yesterday, and it was money, because it isn't anything like the movie. I am going to use the WHOWHATWHEREWHENWHYHOW of what is different as the format of my essay. I hope it is long enough. By the way, the actual story of "Pit and Pendulum" was pretty good. I think Poe liked throwing curve balls. At one time, he wrote about waking up from a potential drugging and that the presence of a light allowed him to finally see what the dungeon he was in looked like, and he described it in detail, and then he says something like, "It was hard for me to see all of this because I am strapped down to a board and lying on my back." Good one, EA Poe. Good one.
2) A radio journalism story that has to be four-minutes 30-seconds long. Think NPRish. Think hours of editing after the compiling is done. Think due on Thursday.
3) A final test for sports writing today. It shouldn't be too tough,
4) A second final in sports writing, this one challenging our 'deadline writing' skills. We don't know the topic until we show up, and we have to write 600 words before the two-hour class is over. I don't know if this will be hard or not, but I could see it going badly.
5) A final test a week from tomorrow in my horror film class. I have realized today that, while I paid the utmost attention in class, I still don't get the subtle nuances of film, like symbolism and crap. It just isn't how I'm wired. Last time I took a final for film (I've used up some of my upper division credits in the film department), I wrote my short essay on the Goldie Hawn movie, "Overboad" because I had seen it a few days earlier. I fear I won't be so lucky this time. "Overboard" isn't a horror movie, if you ask the right people.

So, that is me this week. My mom gave me some Christmas socks last night, but I don't feel right wearing them until my Christmas spirit is around, which is when school is over.


I think this blog is thinkin' you're all a bunch of ingrates

It would have shared memories with you on your birthday.