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April 30, 2006

mooog.

I want a motherfucking Moog shirt.

Posted by Courtney at 07:46 PM

Sidenote!

I just had the best sandwich of my life.

The Hot Italian Beef sandwich from Pizano's at 135th & Metcalf.

Hot Italian Beef $6.95
Oven Roasted Beef, sliced Pepperoccinni, Mushrooms, and melted Provel Cheese, served with A jus for Dipping

Mmmm.

Posted by Courtney at 02:53 PM | Comments (0)

April 27, 2006

OMG OMG OMG!

Today is Keaton's birthday!

OMG!

Yay.

He's so old :)

Posted by Courtney at 09:20 PM

April 25, 2006

Loungey.

It all started sometime back in 2000 or 2001. Being the on the edge of everyone else that seems cool type, I was a MetaFilter kid back then. I haven't even looked at the site in a year or two maybe, but back then, it was a decent hobby.

They started a mixed cd trade, the MeFi Swap during this time and I got two cds from two lovely people. I had no idea who those people were at the time, and still have no clue, but they provided me with 140 minutes of delightlfully pretentious music. Super Furry Animals before Pitchfork talked about them? Yes! Old Kenny Rogers? Of course! And obligatory cheap lounge cover of a popular 80s song? Damn skippy!

Chaise Lounge covering Burning Down the House is the one that sealed it for me, I believe. I don't remember what was on the other cd at this point, and I don't know which case that cd is in. Either way, it started a mini obsession with oddly done covers of good songs that lead me the way of the ever popular Richard Cheese and Hayseed Dixie, and even so far as Fade to Bluegrass.

Never did this minicraze lead me to something as wonderful and amazing as Nouvelle Vague before. Now, I've had this cd for almost a year now, and Lazlo puts my favorite song from the set frequently into his Hard Drive show, but I still don't think enough of you are paying attention.

The cover of "Guns of Brixton" is just genius. "Making Plans for Nigel" is gorgeous. "Love Will Tear Us Apart" becomes sparse and melancholy.

Jesus. Now I'm sidetracked. I'm gonna put Guns of Brixton on repeat and start trying to find that other MeFiSwap cd. You. You go find the Nouvelle Vague.

Posted by Courtney at 10:21 PM | Comments (0)

April 21, 2006

Tilted.

Tilted Thursdays at Bar Sake or whatever it is actually is a lot of fun. I went out with Edward and Val tonight and their friend John was there, and now I have a huge dj crush over his big curly head.

Here's the really bad video clip I got of him spinning.

Edward and Val:

Blurry pic of John:

One thought:

Jungle & House beats for Johnson County.

My first thought was "Suburban Kids with Biblical Names."

I'd bet the 2 groups are one in the same.

TOMORROW NIGHT, err, well tonight since it's after midnight, there's Freeloader Friday at Fuel, then Spank Rock at Record Bar. Who wants to tag along?

btw, this is post #402 for attention whore since MT was implemented.

Posted by Courtney at 02:02 AM | Comments (0)

April 20, 2006

A note from Jory:

Jory: Are you going to blog about it?
digitalblarjuice: haha about hating him?
Jory: YES
Jory: DEAR RAT SACK OF BITCH,

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE YOU DOUCHE BAG. I HATE YOU AND YOUR SMELLY FACE.

SINCERELY,

JORY
digitalblarjuice: I should copy that and post it exactly on my site.
Jory: haha

Posted by Courtney at 08:41 PM | Comments (0)

April 19, 2006

Somewhere between 82 and 51

I would write about my trip to Tahlequah, but everytime I try I just get sad.

Tahlequah is my elephant in the corner. I just work around it. It's not my existance.

The truth is, regardless of what I might want, if my life stays on this same path I will never reside there again. Keaton will never want to live there. And I too do not want to live in Bixby. I could deal with Tulsa. I did deal with Tulsa. It still feels like home and still feels the same.

Tahlequah. My Tahlequah. 18 years, born and raised. There was something about this trip that made it so hard to leave, and made me hate myself for not going down Friday night and waiting till Noon Saturday to leave.

I miss Megan. I miss Dana. I miss Emily. I really miss Sam. I miss my family 100x more. I miss all the love I had there. The thought of returning to Tahlequah is silly really. There is no opportunity there. And everyone is moving away soon.

When Keaton and I first moved to KS, we said it would be for 3 years. When we got home from dinner and work tonight there was an envelope on our door with our lease agreement for our 3rd year in our quaint little townhome. Happily, I will sign it. The next year is going to weigh on me like a ton of bricks.

And just so all that doesn't get you too down, Emily is well known for her hatred of eating meat due to it being something's "muscle." Normally, she just eats chicken but for some reason she ate brisket when we went out to dinner.

Posted by Courtney at 10:58 PM | Comments (1)

April 18, 2006

psst.

Vimeo relaunched and it is awesome.

And I'm totally not just saying that because I want Lodwick, either.

But it probably helped.

Posted by Courtney at 06:22 PM | Comments (0)

April 17, 2006

Direction.

71 South.
44 West.
69 South.
412 East.
82 South.

Home. I'll edit this soon, right now I'm tired.

Posted by Courtney at 09:57 PM | Comments (0)

April 13, 2006

beats will make you sweat like russian roulette

I just decided I love Spank Rock, which is awesome since they'll be at Record Bar next Friday night.

I recommend going to AOL or somewhere else you can get it and listen to "Coke & Wet."

Mmmm glitchy unusual hip hop.

Posted by Courtney at 07:13 PM | Comments (0)

April 11, 2006

mpls.

Ok, I'm handwriting a lame account of this as well, but I've got to put something up.

So, this past weekend I went to Minneapolis.

At Jason's birthday party Steve mentioned he found a car up there he wanted to buy. I offered to drive him. Last Wednesday night he messaged me asking if I wanted to go and Saturday morning I was at his doorstep at 7am ready to get on the way.

Thanks to staying out kinda late with Jason, then getting stuck on AIM until 2:30 had kept me up late but I drove the full 7.5 hours there. The rest of Missouri up I-35 is boring. Iowa is 100x more boring. But there were 3 spots were there were tons of windmill thingies for wind farms and they were absolutely fascinating. Other than that, Iowa was horrible.

We stopped in Ames and I got to meet Steve's parents and a couple of their friends and I think Steve might have the most awesome mom in the world. We ate at a burger stand called B-Bops and then got stuck waiting on a train trying to leave.

Mostly though, there was just a ton of ungrown fields and wind. It was just drive and driving and the next thing I know there's skyline. We get to the dealership around 3 and in no time Steve is driving his awesome Outback to Ben and Sam's apartment with me following.

Very good to see Ben again and to finally meet Sam, who is his IRC persona in real life. Weird. We hung out for a short time and I rested then it was off to drive around town.

I was not ready for Minneapolis to be a liberal city, or a pretty city or well intentioned. Given it has it's rough "we're northern and catholic and brick & mortar" feel to it, but they've got amazing build up for their rivers and bridges around the town. The neighborhoods all feel tight and quirky. The entire place is full of character and I think that's what made me like it so much.

Somewhere along the way it turned into night, and I got to hang out with my favoritest Jory and his friend Misty. We had some great pizza that had no sauce but had baked potato on it instead and had cheese, bacon bits, broccoli and a side of sour cream with chives. As expected, there was some competition between Jory and Ben over eating. We ended up drinking for a bit at Town Hall Brewery and a raspberry lambic later we're dropping Jory and Misty off and going back to sleep. And Ben might have the most comfortable couch ever.

Steve and I woke up fairly early and sat around silently waiting on Sam and Ben. Sam eventually emerged to make an amazing cup of coffee that he roasted and ground himself. It marked my first time of fully drinking and enjoying a cup of plain coffee with nothing added or nothing fluffed up about it. We eventually went to a small diner for breakfast then we were soon on our way.

I stopped at an outlet mall on the way home to buy Keaton's birthday gifts and ended up wandering around way too long and loosing a couple hours. I drove and called both my parents, Keaton and Megan to keep me company before getting stuck in the shitty Fazoli's in Ankenny, IA.

We left Minneapolis around 11:30 and I didn't get home until 10pm. Sunday night was a deep deep sleep.

Steve seems to think I did something huge in dropping a weekend and 900 miles to take him to get his car, but I'm just not sure. I had already agreed to go, and it got me out of the house, out of my little Johnson County candy coated shell and into some place new and exciting, and it gave me an opportunity to see Jory. I got to hang out with some decent people, and I got to spend a lot of time coming home thinking (mainly about how much I wished Keaton would have been there to see everything and have the same fun I was having!). I don't know if it's peer pressure or a sense of adventure, but there was no way to say no. I mean, he needed to go get his car and I had a way for him to do it, so why not?

I've always had these huge lofty ideals of what friendship should be, and I guess that's why I'm incessantly disappointed by it, but is what I did really that out of the ordinary for most people? If you're not willing to be as giving and open as possible, exactly what could you expect in return?

I guess what I'm really saying is I shouldn't have read so much Ayn Rand as a teenager and that I had an awesome time. But trust me, if I ever get my handwritten account scanned, it'll be more appropriate.

::Mobile Photos in Flickr Set: Minneapolis

Posted by Courtney at 10:51 PM

April 06, 2006

:(

Posted by Courtney at 10:05 PM

April 05, 2006

HELP!

Anyone want to ride along on a quick trip to Minneapolis and back this weekend?

Anyone?

Anyone?

C'mon! I'll let you play your own music.

Posted by Courtney at 11:06 PM | Comments (2)

April 02, 2006

*waddle*

168.

One Six Eight.

One Hundred and Sixty Eight.

Fuck.

Posted by Courtney at 09:03 PM | Comments (1)

mellow my man

So have you all been keeping up?

I mean, with my flickr? Cause I seem to be haphazardly throwing old pics up in the middle of new camera phone pics of Jason. I think it's the way the light always shines off of his beautiful bald head that makes me want to always snap a few.

Today was his birthday and tonight the party at Lake's so I took some stupid lame pictures on my phone which you can see here.

But some of those turned out kinda weird since the phone takes so long at 1.3mp, so they came out blurry. And I've always liked blurry pictures, so I decided to make a set for my blurry pictures. You can see that set here.

Then, I've updated my high school pictures set. You can see that here.

Hopefully that means I finally got all my old pictures that we were worth duplicating from gallery onto flickr.

Hell, go look through all my sets. Just leave comments. It makes me feel loved.

Also, I've updated my phone so hopefully PictureMail will be working again. It's been a bitch lately.

My throat feels 100% better already. I didn't drink tonight, no matter how much peer pressure James tried to throw on me. Everyone else seemed to take the night pretty slowly, which led to a lot of fun conversation. We finally scooted out from Lake's around 4am, with time sprung forward. Nice house.

Courtney needs sleep now. Night night.

Posted by Courtney at 05:45 AM | Comments (0)