While I’m in the mood to rant- WHAT THE HECK HAS HAPPENED TO 24? Last season it drew me in with it’s suspense and intrigue, and that cool blip blip blip every time it shows the clock. So who decided it should become Speed 2? Last season it was always lets say, creative, with it’s take on reality- this season it’s all, “Where’s Jack Bauer? Oh there he is, He’s hijacked a cruise liner and he’s flying it into the secret mountain base of the drug smuggling clowns and their APOCALYPTIC music-pirating scheme! Go Jack!“ Ptooey.

There is one gem on TV though, that new show Arrested Development. Sharp wit, crative storyline, and nicely thought-out characters. Which all means it’ll prolly last another two shows before FOX cans it like they did the Andy Richter Show. Double Pitooey. Anyone ever see Police Squad? It only lasted about eight episodes because it was deemed “too intelligent” for primetime. That makes sense.

Note: someone at FOX must be asleep at the wheel because A/D got picked up for a whole season! WoHoo! I also heard they may pick the Family Guy back up- oh it’s a Christmas Miracle.

This idiot guy who was just doing his job woke us up at 3AM. It appears that THATS the best time for using a nuclear powered leaf blower to clean the parking lot of the supermarket by our house. I was mesmerized. I was drawn to the sound like a moth- half enraged and half intrigued. How could he get away with this? The crazy lady across the street screams at us if we fart on the way from the car to the house, and here this guy is using his industrial noisemaker and Heidi and I are the only one’s who can’t sleep.

Something must be done about this. I’ll keep you posted.

Last night we were about to crash and I struck up a little conversation about aging- It went something like this:

Ed: We’re going to live forever, you know. (The happier life gets together the more terrified I am about one of us having to outlive the other. Neurotic, I know. I think it has to do with all Heidi’s stories from the retirement home.)

Heidi: What?!

Ed: When we get rich and famous. We’ll be able to live forever.

Heidi: You can’t do that. Even if we get rich.

Ed: Oh yes. By the time we’re rich, you’ll be able to buy it. They’re making these anti-aging pills. I bet only the rich will be able to afford them.

Heidi: But you won’t be able to live forever.

Ed: Ahhh, but at least long enough that death will be a welcomed release.

Heidi: You’re retarded.

It’s not all that often that we get this brutally honest with our readers at E&H.com, but I’ve just gotta let you in on my secret to eternal happiness: drugs. Lot’s of ‘em. I had been off drugs for a while, but yesterday I scored a whole bag of ‘em and I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time. I forgot just how complete life was. My senses are enhanced, I have untold amounts of energy- you have no idea. It’s like I’ve been sleepwalking thru life, and I’m finally awake.

Now, don’t worry- I’m not gonna go all dirt-hippie on y’all or begin conversations like, “duuuuuude- you ever wonder if frisbees are actually standing still and we’re all spinning? Maaaaaannnnnn- git outta my head!!!!!” No, my friends. I’m a functional addict. Other than my new chipper disposition and laser-focus no one would ever guess that I’m now constantly on happy pills.

Well, being married has forced me to make real meals, so everything is pretty new. I bought a whole bunch (one bunch) of spinach the other day, and decided I would cook some fresh spinach for Ed and I. Well…I used half of it, cut off the stems, rinsed off all the mud, and steamed it. I thought “this will be plenty, we’ll have some leftovers”. Well, to my despair, I opened the lid and didn’t see the spinach! That whole bunch of spinach boiled down to a tiny little bite of cooked spinach! What in the world? All that work for just a little spinach! It wasn’t even enough for the both of us! How come no one ever told me this! Why do they even sell fresh spinach? What a crock! What’s the point? For a family of four, you’d have to buy about 5 bunches of spinach! Sorry, but this really disturbed me… I might be forced to buy it frozen (YUCK!)
Maybe I should ask the Spinach Lady what she thinks…

Album: ( ) by Sigur Ros
Genre: Icelandic Rock
Rating: 4.8 out of 5

This is the first in a series of posts about music my buddy Rob has sent my way. I won’t do a whole lot of technical reviewing since i know diddly about music. But, Robb does. He’s the music mack. In high school he got me hooked on all the Seattle bands I still totally dig, and he has this knack to find great stuff long before it explodes onto the music scene. He also belonged to a few bands himself, including Suicide Shift, a biker band in rural Delaware. Go ahead and TRY to tell me that’s not the coolest thing.

Over Thanksgiving he sent me a whole bunch of great stuff and the next couple weeks we’ll be featuring them. First off is Sigur Ros- an Icelandic band that’s a bit reminiscent of Radiohead. Their website (great site) describes them as follows:

the band consists of jón þor (jónsi) birgisson (vocals, guitars), kjartan (kjarri) sveinsson (keyboards), orri páll dýrason (drums) and georg (goggi) holm (bass). they create a remarkable sound considering the basic instruments used. jónsi often uses a cello bow to play his guitar, resulting in an effects-laden, atmospheric, totally unique sound. his voice is probably the most unique thing about sigur rós. a falsetto somewhere between thom yorke and a choir boy. the band have released three albums so far, plus one remix album (von brigði – recycle bin). the first album, which has not been released outside of iceland, is called von (hope) and is quite experimental and ambient.

Anyway, they’re really swell. And with the current dominance of horrible on the airwaves, they provide a welcome refuge of goodness.

• Band Site

• Purchase Albums

They should all be hunted down and disposed of. Some day I’ll tell ya’ll about the time I became an afternoon snack for one of those hell-spawn, but for now just read this chilling story. And yes, I hate them more that Chihuahuas. Much, much more. They are worthless pathetic beasts of things that only seem appropriate when chewing truck tires in rap videos. Landfill. Pitooey. I am finished.

Ever since the Lion King came out, it seems like I keep forgiving Disney. With the exception of The Emperor’s New Groove, every movie they’ve churned out has been crap. Sure, Pixar pops out some great stuff, but that’s Pixar. So now the lid blows off over there and Roy Disney is not only resigning (can you say scathing?) but calling for the end of Eisner’s reign. It seems good old Mikey has been passing the buck for these crappy movies onto the animators and blaming them for the failed movies. I’ve got an idea, Mr. Eisner- how ’bout you get someone to write you a half-decent story once in a while? Slow down on the direct to video sequels a bit and give us what we used to expect from Disney- magic. Anyway, who else can’t wait for Shrek2?

I’m totally freaking out today. It’s my first day back and I’m completely overwhelmed. Work is nearly alright, even though there’s a rather huge pile of stuff I’m backed up on. School’s a totally different bird, tho. I slacked off way too bad this time. In the next two weeks, heck, two days I’ve got so much to do it’s basically impossible. I’ve always done well in these situations (procrastination king) but this time I fear for the worst. Thus creates a whole new use for the blog- “Track Ed’s progression into total insanity.” This should be fun.