Kneecapped

Well, I went to a wedding reception Saturday night and saw a bunch of dudes from high school that I hadn't seen in years... One of em was getting married, of course.
It was a nice outdoor reception, not a total suit and tie affair but there was a DJ and an open bar with a more than serviceable selection. Plus a ton of cute bridesmaids.

All in all a really good time; we drank heavily, did some dancing, and a lot of bullshitting and catching up. While dancing, I was busting out some moves on the floor after about 7 or 8 drinks when I suddenly hit a soggy patch and did the involuntary splits, landing hard on my left knee. My mishap was followed by two other drunk dancing guys doing a faceplant, which was hilarious in retrospect. The pain was pretty bad at first, but I found I was able to still walk around on it and dance so it was quickly forgotten. Also I probably was filled to the brim with anesthetic at the time so I shrugged it off.

The DJ and bartenders cut out at midnight, leaving most of their bartending utensils unattended. SO! we decided to compensate in order to fill the vacuum they had left. After a few more free beers, some nice Chardonnay, and whatever else we could wrap our lips around, I had the brilliant idea of starting a drink fight.

It started kind of like this:

"Hey, that suit looks like a rental."

*SPLASH*


Retaliation ensued. Good thing that was all free beer, huh?

After a few minutes of this all of us in the bar tent were pretty much soaked in Bud Light and it had started to rain. We picked up and dragged the people that were too inebriated and headed out. My brother and my friend Tom and I went out to grab an Irish Car Bomb and a pizza, then we went home and passed out around 3.

I woke up to a horrible pain in my leg and groin around 10am this morning. My knee had swollen up pretty bad, and it was difficult to walk on. Apparently I had landed on my hands pretty hard too, since I had huge purple bruises on both palms as well. I put some ice on it, added a knee brace so I could hobble around better, and ate a bunch of Ibuprofen while I chilled on some RE4 and drank coffee.


I'll probably be limping around for the next few days, but it was definitely a blast to see all those guys again.

Owning my body

Finally got my tattoo work started yesterday, it's a large intricate tree pattern done over my left arm to cover up some scarification from when I was a stupid kid. It looks great so far, still some of the scars show below the main piece but I'm thinking up ideas to cover that too. I went back to throw my man Brian at Cap City a couple extra bills for the awesome job, and when he asked to check out how it was healing a couple people hanging out in the shop were blown away by the level of detail. I'm pretty impressed with it, and it was a pretty painless operation despite covering a large portion of my upper arm... all in all a good start for the cover up. I'll try to get some pics up here sometime soon.

As an aside, ran across this page while trying to come up with inspiration for the rest of the fill in. I like this guy's philosophy on tattoo work, although simple, and share in some of his sentiments.

Finally, Necropopolis is really starting to come together due to some awesome coding from Tom and art from Rollin. I sent out some sound contributions this week to be added in whenever Tom gets time-- spent several hours perfecting some engine noises for the carriage today as well as some cannonfire, and I sent out a menu title theme earlier this week. Hopefully I get that damn MIDI controller I ordered soon so I can really start to crank out the tunes for the game.

Drunken Posts 2007

Well time for a rant!

I'm fucking drunk.

Went to the Klinic tonight, as I have been making it a habit. Got to jam out a little bit with my hiphop buddy and his freestyling friend, that was plenty fun except for the fact that the Klinic should be ashamed of how shitty their drumset is. It was akin to playing pie pans instead of cymbals. FOR SHAME, KLINIC! I HAVE GIVEN YOU ENOUGH BEER REVENUE TO BUY REAL CYMBALS! FOOOOR SHAAAAME!

So I blew a few bucks on some beers, watched some other bands play. It was a pretty quiet night all in all, there were some pretty cool saxophone players all up innis with some guy rapping over them. That was OK to listen to for a while until I became horribly bored and meandered back here to post on my blog like one lonely motherfucker.

Good night all in all, it got my mind off my shitty test scores I received as of late. Better luck (and skill) next time, I guess... only means I have to apply myself more. I'm not the only one in the shitty test score boat, so midterms must have taken people by surprise all in all. Gotta do pretty well to get that 4.0 I so desire! Hopefully there will be some extra credit. But enough about my school bullshit, no one wants to read that anyways.

I'm learning some songs on guitar for some acoustic jam outs at the Klinic, starting with some simple ones. The first one I picked was Pennyroyal Teaby Nirvana. Nirvana stuff is mostly barre and power chords, so I figured this would be a good launch pad for me. Plus I don't even have to be a good singer!

The next one I picked was a Morphine song called You Look Like Rain, which I think is one sexy fucking song. I picked this one in particular as the focal point was the vox, not the instrumentation. Plus, it's a bass tab so it's easy to play and sing. If you haven't heard Morphine I suggest you boys and girls give er a go, it is some awesome shit-- their lineup is 2 string bass (!), 2 saxophones, drummer, and vocals. SWEET as hell and also super sexy/jazzy/lounge stuff.

Once again props to my man Aaron (The Verbal Architect), his friend Dustin (Sky) and their dope rhymes: it was fun as hell to back them up tonight. PEACE!