Yeah… okay. One thing I want to do more with my blog is actually treat it like an actual web log. I want to post updates of boring, mundane things I have done or plan to do and things like that. Right.

So.

The rats still aren’t ready. That’s okay though as I’ve decided to build my cage from scratch. Should be a lot more fun than modifying a bookshelf. I’ll post pictures. I can’t wait to finally get little Tegan and Sara!

I’m almost done with the new theme for the blog. It’s brown. I know I know… boring, right? Nah. It’s still awesome. You’ll see.

Oh yeah! Harry Potter! I have completely the first three already! We’ve been watching the movies as I finish the books. Now Heather wants me to listen more so we can watch the movies quicker. The Goblet of Fire is freakin’ rad already. Can’t wait to watch the movie again. I’m going to be so excited for Deathly Hallows. I’m so dressing up.

Oh, snap!

Super. Rad.

I love Led Zeppelin. Good times, bad times, you know I’ve had my share! Man… I still remember my first religious Zeppelin experience like it was yesterday. I was sitting with my pant legs rolled up and my feet in the pool at the Alpine Inn while on my first trip to Disneyland. My mother had let both me and Katy purchase one album each for the trip, and I chose Led Zeppelin’s BBC Sessions. This was 1998, so I was rockin’ a portable CD player with huge, bulky headphones that did a pretty good job of cancelling out most outside noise. As I sat there watching a Disneyland bound family unload their luggage, I came to realize how fucking beautiful and sexually immersive Led Zeppelin really is. Now, I don’t usually get moved by music, but that shit was intense. I had never heard someone with so much emotion in their voice or a guitar player with so much passion in their playing. As soon as I got back from Disneyland, I went on a Zeppelin frenzy! I couldn’t get enough. I don’t fully understand why their music affects me so much, but it does and I love it.

I also love this article on passion by the always brilliant Sydney Owen. Here’s how it begins:

Quit your day job.

Leave the 9-5.

Get out of your cubicle/office/four walls of whatever organization you work with.

Live the free life! Bounce from coffee shop to coffee shop, bookstore to bookstore, library to library!

Be free!

Be an entrepreneur.

SHUT UP.

Seriously – I’m over it. Passion is not limited to entrepreneurship. Doing good work, enjoying your life, and making a difference is not limited to those who start their own business.

Tell it, sister! In the industry I’m in, I hear those buzz phrases way the fuck too often. Finally, someone stood up for those of us who would like nothing more than to work the Monday to Friday, 9 to 5 shift as an employee. The idea of entrepreneurship sounds stressful, tiring, draining, and not fun at all. Yes… people who can do it are awesome and very important, but it’s not the pinnacle of success or happiness. I don’t like work. Some people do… I don’t. I doubt I’ll ever really fully enjoy working. It is for this reason that I just want a job that I go to… do my work… and leave. I don’t want to have to think about it when I’m not there. I don’t want to become invested in it. I don’t want to be tied down. Again… this is why I liked Walmart and why I like my current job so much. When I am not at work… I don’t think about work. I go, I do my job, and leave. It’s kinda weird that I used to be so into capitalism (see: Ayn Rand) since I hate working so much. I don’t make any sense.

Okay, so a few posts back was the DJ Adam’s Muzak Pix Volume Thirty post. I’ve been making myself these silly little compilations since high school. I’ve decided on a new way to make them. Starting with v31, I will only change one track from the previous volume. I like this as it’ll become an evolving, improving playlist. I believe that by v50 I will have manually evolved the greatest and most perfect playlist known to the human race. You are not prepared.

In another news, I don’t think I’m doing as well as I could be doing on my diet. I blame the leftover wedding candy and cupcakes. You can actually see the post-wedding weight gain on my follow.in profile. The weight is coming back off, but I really need to get rid of that candy and start having Jillian Michaels yell at me again if I want to make some real progress. Or maybe I should go work at Walmart again. Working the overnight stocking shift is a really great way to lose weight fast. It’s also a good way to feel like a god damned genius. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… those were the dumbest people I have ever met in my life… by far. Most were pretty nice, but all were as dumb as a bag of bricks. Damn… I wish the people there didn’t suck so bad… I really liked that job.

Okay… I am officially ready for my tattoo. I have given myself an entire year to think about it, and I can say with 100% certainty that I am making a choice that I will not regret. The only thing that I’m still unsure of is which arm to get it on. Yes, I’m doing the generic tattoo-on-your-upper-arm thing. Deal with it! It’s right for me, and that’s all that matters. Oh yeah… the tattoo. What is it? It’s manly. It’s tough. It’s rugged. It’s a rabbit. But not just any old rabbit… Oswald the Lucky Rabbit! If you don’t know who Oswald is, just click on the damn link. Wikipedia is your friend. Yeah… I’m thinking I want this specific version of him:

Pretty freakin rad, huh? If I get a second tattoo (wouldn’t be for a long while), it will probably be a lot more colorful. I wanted to start out with something simple, meaningful, and fun. I believe little Oswald meets all three of these criteria.

I also want some Vibrams. Yes. That would rock.

Ah yes… Yelp. I’ve gotten into writing reviews on Yelp. I’m loving it! You can check out my profile and reviews here. I just went to the amazing Yelp in Bloom event at the Desert Botanical Gardens with Heather. Oh god it was awesome. Click here for my (and over 100 others) review of it.

Every now and then I get this intense desire to work with my hands. I love doing this internet stuff, but sometimes I just want to put in some hard work. I kind of did this when I worked overnights as a stocker at Walmart. I loved it! I mean… I loved the job… not the people. Yikes! What a bunch of sad, pathetic human beings. Anyway… yeah. I know it’s probably a cliché, but I just felt more emotionally rewarded after a hard days work than when I have worked all day in a cubicle, staring at a computer screen. Yes, I probably am a lazy, fat-ass American at heart and would get sick of it eventually, but you never know…

Hey everybody! It’s Labor Day!