okay, here we go - i’ve left a few out, ’cause i didn’t post them and don’t know exactly what they’re from:

Nov. 15th:
cup your mouth to compress the sounds - photobooth; death cab for cutie
similar alley, different rats - spider in the snow; the dismemberment plan
for a laugh too loud and too long - everything must go; the weakerthans
Nov. 16th:
the sun sets on a sleep port town - the flensing of freeport; glossary
Nov. 17th:
you gave up everything for 1982 ideology - please don’t sweat the afterlife; kind of like spitting
and i think she loved me too, for a little while - hewlett’s daughter; grandaddy
Nov. 19th:
she’s laughing without me - my baby smokes; braid
there are so many people in me, there are so many women to meet - one summer, last fall; jets to brazil
Nov. 20th:
you heard the forecast - forecast; the revolutionary hydra
do you think we should turn around - pink clouds; superchunk
Nov. 21st:
so much like a language nothing ever gets finished, like i ninety-foreign highways and cities - nothing feels good; the promise ring
Nov. 23rd:
in the laze, of a barefoot afternoon - in the summer’s when you really know; jets to brazil

all songs and albums recommended. yay. i am so bored.

checking blogs today, on us against them i found a really good article on death cab (well, mostly ben) at aversion.com. here’s the link.

it was well put and straightforward i think, and i think a lot of what ben said was true. i also tend to think that’s why i’ll never be able to put that much into music. to be honest, i couldn’t really think of anything else i’d rather do with my life, but it’s asking a lot of yourself and also putting a lot of pressure on yourself. i don’t know about you, but my self confidence can only take me so far. it’s good to see that there are no qualms for that band about dedication. and their opinion about major labels. boo! boo those guys! stupid majors.

i was going to go see unbreakable last night, but opted out, and instead played scrabble with my sister and her husband. i got second. we played again later that night, and i got second again, but scored big with naive and craze. i don’t know what it is with me and board games lately, but i think it has something to do with the sit ‘n’spin.

i can’t deal with aol and this slow connection.

in the laze, of a barefoot afternoon:

we got here early this morning at like 10. had dinner already, which was pretty uneventful, except for a laughing fit we all had over a place neil and i spotted when driving down. in tacoma, there was a place called “puetz golf.” yeah, well, in tagalog, puetz means butt. so, in essence, there’s a golf shop called “butt golf.” good times, i tell you.

hope everyone’s eating up. if anything interesting happens, i’ll be sure to update, otherwise, i’m going to sit and enjoy being languid.

alright man, no updates all day! wow, that’s some sort of record i think. maybe not. i’ve been trying to archive all the stuff that no longer shows up on this page, but i haven’t had much time to get it done. i have however, completed my project after working on it all day. you’ll notice the frames are exactly the same as the mlb page, but i was in a hurry. did this all in two days.

i should be leaving for california very soon now, and i will be bored there. ahh, i love vacations.

have a good thanksgiving, and i’ll talk to you in 824 miles.

i finally saw meet the parents tonight. it was pretty good, admittedly, far better than i expected. i’m usually not disappointed with ben stiller, unless the film was this load of crap. yeah, i said it. crap. but i digress. robert deniro was funny (no fancy link for that guy); i was a bit weary of him after doing analyze this (which i haven’t seen, nor have any desire to). but boy can ben stiller freak out.

in any case, i realized that fox family (sorry, you poor shmucks without cable) shows 2 hours of freaks and geeks on tuesday nights. alisha and i’s new/old love.

in any case, here’s one of my favorite games (for one): freaks and geeks, series aired in ‘99, directed by jake kasdan son of lawrence kasdan who directed mumford, starring jason lee. jason lee’s been in quite a few films, most recently, almost famous and soon to come this film from kevin smith. in any case, almost famous was directed by none other than cameron crowe, who can write a romantic comedy on his lunch break with one hand tied behind his back underwater with a sea of sharks. cameron crowe wrote and directed everyone’s favorite movie say anything starring john cusack. john’s been in being john malkovich with cameron diaz. cameron was good in there’s something about mary, but not half as good as jonathan richman or, you guessed it, ben stiller.

i know, i know, if i really wanted to win the game, i would have just gone from jake kasdan to zero effect, starring bill pullman and ben stiller. but then i wouldn’t have gotten to mention all those awesome movies.

perhaps over the long weekend, i’ll try to round up all the answers to the lyrics we’ve been throwing at you.

i’m beat. so are you. sleep tight.

okay, pictures are up, you can see them here on the pics page. enjoy!

now, onto graded htmling….

josh sent me some cool pictures that i’ll be putting up later today. i just got back from the dentist. sadly, there was no airforce one for me, but i did see an old episode of the simpsons. i was afraid i would be asking too much if i asked to see air force one half way through.

because that specific simpsons episode couldn’t hold my attention like harrison ford and gary oldman, i started wondering how the hell fillings work. i’ve heard a horror story from james about how after getting fillings his teeth started to hurt really bad, so he went back to the dentist and they waved a little wand (that shot blue light out) on his teeth and they felt better. my dentist is awesome, and my filling were relatively painless, but that makes me all the curioser. know how they do that? let me know. seriously. i want to know. if no one emails me, i swear i’m just gonna look it up the the web, and i’ll be talking about it for days.

my face is numb again, and i need to shave.

ah. but back to how things are. i’ve been a little obsessed with two things here. one is Braid, whose two albums Frame and Canvas and Age of Octeen i’ve been listening to since late August (probably an average of one and a half times each a day). what’s wrong with me? and what happens when i leave and try to listen to those cd’s and start remembering and nostalgia washes over me and… i like that terrible, sinking nostalgia that cracks our brains and chests. which brings me to the other obsession, friends, not the sitcom, although one can perhaps understand people’s obsession with that - i.e. six beautiful faces - but friends friends i’m tired breathing friends. the unexpected and catastrophic falling in love with all of my friends, dissolving myself into them willfully and in some cases obviously. what i find most interesting is the fact that i have developed closer friendships with some of the people back in the states through distance, absence, and email, something else unexpected. last night went to a communist restaurant (and had i paid attention, i would have spelled that right, but i was a little laughter observing my little misspellings - by the way, i’m going to being using the word laughter as an adjective), which was surprisingly good. thing was, the food wasn’t communist. a real commuist restaurant would sell potatos and vodka and nothing else. in any case, this place is open until 5:30 in the morning, unreasonably so, but what the hell? when we’re walking around Budapest drunk and bored, we can hang out at this restaurant rather than finding another seedy bar or going to sleep. i’m tired sleeping. i’m tired drinking. my health has been incredible here, does that make any sense at all? i’m surprised that i haven’t had a heart attack, much less not been sick. what’s going on?

by the way, my idea for the first mylittlebrother album title is from a ratcathogan song: “saturday morning garage sale rain showers”. that, or “brandon’s a big fat idiot”. -bmp

can i… umm. what would you do, put a link to a new blog? who wants to go back and forth between blogs? do i have the audacity to create my own? what’s going on? where am i? -bmp

so much like a language nothing ever gets finished, like i ninety-foreign highways and cities:

hm, i remember sitting across the street from powell’s watching weinhard’s get crushed, and hoping they would use the wrecking ball. unfortunately, the wrecking ball just swayed back and forth, crushing nothing whatsoever. sigh.

i went to gordon biersch tonight with some friends and had a good time. we talked politics, college and other such things. that place is weird, they don’t sell pitchers of beer there, but they have good music pretty often, but no one to appreciate it. admittedly, i’m giving the aforementioned “no one” the short end of the stick and i shouldn’t hold anything against them. i challenge them to prove me wrong. i want to see damien jurado at the end of the month.

i have another dentist appointment tomorrow, and hopefully i’ll be able to finish watching air force one. what’s going to happen to harrison ford as the president? who knows? okay, everyone knows. he’ll defeat gary oldman in no-holds-barred hand to hand combat.

i still can’t get over this whole weblog thing. i would like all my friends that enjoy writing to have one so that i can read about what they’re doing when we’re not hanging out. i also like this explanation, although i’m not half as adamant about it as he is, but then again, i don’t do this kind of stuff for a living.

because i read so many blogs and think you should start one too, i also come across so many links that are funny and kind of dumb. remember the mash game? i do too.

remember how our house is so cold? well, rick says the gas guy said it’s because our heater’s broken. the fan belt just turns round and round, and the heat never goes anywhere. we need a business license to get the right part to fix it. oh well. back to living on planet hoth.

i’m gonna go. g’night.