Thursday, January 19, 2006

I'm actually extremely exhausted right now, and would like nothing better than to just lay in bed and watch a DVD, or play with my DS. But since I have to pick up me mums in an hour, I have to keep my ass up for a little longer. She would argue that it's not a big deal if she walks, but hey, it's the least I can do.

I'm getting used to the 40 hour work week, and I know, it's not that big of a deal because most responsible adults do work 40 hours and manage to live, but I'm a little different, okay. I'm delicate. Truth of it is, I've been so tired after work, all I wanna do is just relax and maybe have some imagination spark off onto the computer screen, or page. That feature length movie is still stuck in my head, unable to find any way out because I'm usually just too beat, too distracted, or too selfish to sit down and spend any quality time with my good friend, Imagination.

I worry a lot about when I finally have some weddings to edit. I think I would just freak the hell out about the workload. Perhaps I am a little bit lazy, and god knows it would probably be a lot more productive than sitting around, worrying about the work that I should be doing.

But anyway, this is a baby blog, and I should be talking about my cuties.

I got along with them pretty well tonight. Alex's on some kind of mild tantrum streak - he's rebelling quite a bit and refuses to get his diaper changed at all. I feel a bit of sadness sometimes because I'm not seeing the kids as much as I have before, spending entire days with them and whatnot. I only get to see them for a few hours every weeknight, and they're usually tired weeknights. But this weekend my wife and I have off, and we might head off to Cougar Mountain Zoo in Issaquah, which by my impression seems like a pretty lame zoo. But whatever.

Zoe's been such a sweetie lately, just being a Daddy's girl and making this Dad feel like the Best guy in the world. That's a pretty awesome feeling if you ask me.

My mind just drifted. I guess that's it for now.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

I'm not usually a person who likes to post stupid lyrics on my blog, but this song is too much fun to pass up. If you have 99 cents to spare and iTunes on your computer, I'd recommend this song just for a mental jog.


"Alphabet Aerobics"

(Now it's time for our wrap up
Let's give it everything we've got
Ready? Begin)

Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing
Analytically, I assault, animate things
Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding
Casually create catastrophes, casualties
Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low
Eatin other editors with each and every energetic
Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette
Furious fat fabulous fantastic
Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics
Gift got great global goods gone glorious
Gettin godly in his game with the goriest
Hit em high, hella height, historical
Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy
Imitators idolize, I intimidate
In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state
Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints
Justly, it's just me, writin my journals
Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on
Karate kick type brits in my kingdom
Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is
Learned lame louses just lose to my livery
My mind makes marvelous moves, masses
Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered
Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally
Knack, never lack, make noise nationally
Operation, opposition, off, not optional
Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals
Perfected poem, powerful punchlines
Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime
Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum
Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh
Really raw raps, risin up rapidly
Riding the rushing radioactivity
Super scientifical sound search sought
Silencing super fire saps that are soft
Tales ten times talented, too tough
Take that, challengers, get a tune up
Universal, unique untouched
Unadulterated, the raw uncut
Verb vice lord victorious valid
Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished
? well would a wise wordsmith just
Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)
Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!....

(good....can you say it faster?)