Savage As Duck

KaKaaaw

2008-08-21T23:22:00.000-07:00

You heard it. My brand new blog is up, just an introduction so far, but in the next few days I'll be posting incessantly. Features and Gadgets will also be popping up eventually. Instead of leaving it under construction, I thought I'd let everyone in early. It's how I roll.

Dazedandenthused.blogspot.com

-Laura D.

Out Dated

2008-08-21T11:41:00.000-07:00

Greetings my rural bleeps. I apologize for all the hype about my new blog premiering. I haven't been able to get my internet up and running until now.. so you see I'm a bit behind. No fear, I will have the new blog up and running very soon, so sit tight, and wait for my call.

Laura D.

Home, Home On The Strange

2008-08-05T00:05:00.000-07:00

Back. Finally I am home again. I feel completely at ease for my normal daily rituals can continue. (Like coffee and cigarettes.) Yet, even though I am home, I'm afraid to get too acclimated for I'm moving in about two weeks. It's already beginning to stress me out, all the packing, all the ideals I have furiously pervaded my brain with only for them to become false. It's all very strange, I've been living in the same house, in the same town, watching the same people for almost a decade now and it is all going to be the past. I'm nervous about being in a strange place, with strange people and all of the strange habits they'll exhibit. I feel like a scared, little girl. I'm hoping I won't become a hermit, even though it may improve my writing.

Lately I've been jotting down my small ideas for my screenplay, so as not to forget them, I have a feeling I'm just stalling. I have absolutely no idea how to begin, where to begin and what I'm looking for. Writing is one of those things that is made to slowly unveil itself, I want it NOW! (I was going to quote Veruca Salt from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, but it looked very creepy...."I WANT IT NOW, DADDY!" Point made.) Eventually I'll sit down and write one scene, then build the rest around it and create something, I don't even have to like it. The first step is finishing something. Shitty first drafts is a must! Without them, nothing would become what it is, so I'm counting on my shitty first draft to be really shitty, then I'll truly begin to start from there.

I'm also preparing for my brand new blog which will officially premiere on August 19th, 2008. I hope everyone is as excited as I am, it should be filled with exciting stories. This new blog will be documenting my new life as a poor, college student. As far as the features those are to be announced! So prepare your minds, it's going to be interesting.

Until then, keep reading and I'll keep my thoughts and ideas out in the open.

Davage As Suck.

Oregonmi

2008-07-26T15:52:00.001-07:00

Here I am, in Pacific City, Oregon. Once a year my family ventures to the northwest for a family reunion. I must say I have always looked forward to the reunion too. It's not like your typical reunion with the creepy uncle and circus dwelling cousins, it's a little different, only a little. I suppose I'll begin with my aunt Carolyn, she is the organizer of this event each year. She works for The Seattle Times as an editor, I think. She is definitely the "Get off your ass and do something!" type of aunt, my favorite. There is also Donna, who is technically not blood-related but still apart of the family. She is sweet, silly and won't hesitate to dance with me in the kitchen! Donna and Carolyn also have an unhealthy addiction to BET's "Hell Date". I always listen for that "YO, YOU ON HELL DATE!" to know when they're near. Now, onto my aunt Kaki, she is the youngest one of my mother's sisters. She definitely identifies with my hardships of being the youngest sibling, which makes it easier to win wars with my older sister. Then there's my uncle Sean and aunt Cynthia, they got married a few years ago and have a three year old daughter named Caitlyn, who is absolutely adorable. That is only a few of my aunts and uncles who have yet to arrive. Anyways I know this is unmistakably boring as hell, but what else am I going to write about?

Anyways, my sister Sarah brought her friend Sarah Thorpe, who is very fun. We played a silly game last night where you draw a picture and then pass it to the next person whom then writes a caption and so on. We ended up with some pretty ridiculous stories and pictures. We also had a dance party in the kitchen. Okay, okay anyways I'm going to sign off, I have some socializing to do!

Lost Angeles

2008-07-11T13:26:00.000-07:00

Too Long, way too long since my last post. All apologies to those of you who read my blog religiously, meaning no one, really, at all.... Anyways I've been busy in a not really busy at all way. I've taken some ridiculously fun trips recently. I ventured to Cache Canyon for some white water rafting, which was by far the most fun I've had. I'll post some pictures as soon as I get them. I also went sailing for the fourth, which was really fun. I've fallen in love with sailing lately, even though I've only gone twice. It's so calming and when you get to tack manually you feel like you're a real sailor! Especially if you can tack with a cigarette hanging out of your mouth.

Oh! I almost forgot, on the way back from rafting we passed the creepiest abandoned house I've ever seen. Literally straight out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, it was brilliant. So, obviously, everyone decided we had to stop. Mikey, Bailey, Bryant, Steve, Anthony and I fumbled out of the van and went over to have a closer look. We walked around the back and noticed there was a man-made hole in the back door, we couldn't resist. Everyone went inside and looked around, even though it was pitch black. Eventually it was just Bryant, Bailey and I and we decided to head upstairs, to which Bailey replied, "Oh, my God, you do realize this is like the exact set up of every horror movie made....A bunch of kids break into an abandoned house and decide to look around, then BAM, fucking blades in your face!" It was true, it was the perfect time to get killed. I didn't mind though, it would be an awesome way to go out. So we went upstairs and fucking Big Bryant decided to rip off the window boards so we could step out onto the porch. As we were on the porch everyone below told us that was a bad idea because the foundation was pretty much decrepit. Luckily nothing collapsed and no one fell and we all gathered back into the van and set of into the sunset. Wondaful!

Yesterday I was over at Tommy's with Vanessa and I was telling them about how we should have our own show. Sadly, people would probably watch it, I think it would be called something like "Coffee and Cigarettes", even though that is a movie. Essentially cameras would follow us around and people everywhere would tune into our ridiculous conversations. We would all have name descriptions whenever we would walk into the scene, like mine would be "Laura- Child Prodigy" or something silly like that. So, if there are any producers looking for a new project to take on, I suggest you invest in this one.

August 19th is my move-in date and possibly the beginning of my new blog, so be prepared for that. I'll try to keep two blogs up, but this one may be lacking because I'll be investing most of my incredible blogging skills into my new one. BUT, no fear, I will be starting a ton of new projects once I move. Possibly a web series and or new music, we shall see.

On July 18-20 I'm attempting to get myself down to Los Angeles for a once in a lifetime double-feature of Nightmare On Elm Street III and Fright Night, presented by Diablo Cody. I'm not quite sure if I'll be able to make it, things are looking a bit bleak, for some reason people aren't very interested in driving 6 hours for two movies...... I'll hopefully find a way, if worse comes to worse I'll hop a train and fend for myself. Maybe one day Diablo Cody will be in Sacramento, or Chico for some reason or another, so my fingers are crossed.

Chika-Chika- Sugahhhhh

mad as...oh fuck it.

S.A.D

Preview

2008-06-26T09:34:00.000-07:00

Brand new campus. Brand new professors. And a brand new coffee shop.

A new blog by Laura Daegling.

Coming in August...

Grab your pipe, this is going to be interesting.

An Important Announcement

2008-06-24T13:59:00.001-07:00

Dear my fellow bloggers, I am in the need of a group of bloggers to interact with. I feel as if I am manning my own shitty pirate ship with a flag I assembled out of construction paper and glitter glue. So I ask anyone who does read my blog (No, not you mom.) to email me and lets become blogmates.

Thank you.
Laura D. (Savageasduck)

Email: Woah98@gmail.com

A Chairitable Cause..

2008-06-16T12:40:00.000-07:00

It started with a chair....
No, I didn't end up pregnant and the center of all things totally rad. It began with a chair, and ended with a chair.

I set out to create a piece of art that incorporated every single piece of inspiration I have ever encountered. So I had a chair and I had an idea. Mod Podge. What a dog is to his master, Mod Podge is to the artist. Mod Podge is an adhesive specifically specialized for collaging and other various art projects in need of some stick. Alright, so Mod Podge is essentially just a fancier Elmer's Glue, but come on, it has a cool name! Anyways I decided I would transform a sad, rickety, little chair into a glowing piece of everything that has ever been anything to me.

Chapter One: Finding The Wood
As my idea began to surface I realized I needed a chair. Not just any chair, an unstable, poorly constructed, cluster-fuck of wood. Now where the hell am I going to find such a disgrace to carpentry? My high school.
Due to the fact that my high school had been royally fucked over summer due to an infestation of mold, there were constantly old pieces of dysfunctional furniture being thrown out and forgotten. I just had to find the correct dysfunction.
One morning I stepped into my Economics classroom and was taken aback by the most tatterdemalion chair I had ever seen. Now, it wasn't torn apart or barely hanging on to its' own nails, it was simply just a shitty chair. The wood was poorly sanded and then despicably drowned in a half-ass finish. The legs were retained (For lack of a better word.) by four rigs, two connecting the forward legs to the back legs, parallel to the body, then two more rigs connecting the previous rigs to one another, for further support. This rigging system wasn't exactly ingenious, therefore someone, after the fact, attached two more sarcastically fitting stops on the back legs to the rigs.
Not only was the construction a deterrent, but the chair was the most uncomfortable throne I had ever placed my "tuckas " on. This was the saddest allegiance to carpentry I had ever seen, but I loved it. This was my chair.

Chapter Two: Accumulating The Inspirations

In order to fully reveal myself as an artist (Gaaaag.) I had to gather up various people, places and things that have inspired me since the dawn of time. Luckily my room is tapered with notes and pictures I have, at one point or another, felt to be important, so I became a room raider. I picked off cd booklets, pictures of bands, odd pictures and other things that I felt would suit the chair. Obviously that wasn't enough, therefore I had to forage in the archives of my photography and of course, the Internet. Finally I had a healthy accumulation of assorted idols in my presence and set off to begin the project.

Here is a rough of list of who I included;
Jack London
Robert Frost
Edgar Allen Poe
Frida Kahlo
Chuck Close
Bill Cosby (Fuckin' rad!)
Sarah Daegling (My sister's often odd artwork.)
Diane Arbus
Andy Warhol
The Beatles
Waking Life (film 2001; Richard Linklater)
Ellen Page
Diablo Cody (The New Pussy Ranch!)
Roald Dahl

and other things

Chapter Three: Beginning The Process

In order to dress the chair in my inspirations I decided to use Mod Podge (Paper Mache is so 90's....) which proved to be the best decision. So I set out, smearing the images onto the wood, forever affixing myself onto the grain. It proved to be a tough task, but I called in for back-up. Max Cantrell offered to help meld these two things together, which was relieving because I'm not very keen on immersing my hands in sticky, white substances (Insert "That's what she said" here.) Finally it had begun. I had my ipod playing on shuffle which usually results in a cycle of blues, acoustic, and Haddaway's "What is love?", which kept us in good company. From start to finish it took us around 9 hours, split into two days. After all was said and done I was ecstatic. The chair no longer looked like an unfortunate pile of wood but a happy, piece of art. (Oh, and by art, I mean really shitty college art!)

Here are some pictures, I will post more later;

The Chair.

Max and me working the brushes.

Mod Podge.

Loving.

Cotton Mouth

2008-06-03T19:59:00.000-07:00

It has been an eventful weekend. First off I attended Lodi High's graduation on Friday. It was fun, I got to see one of my best friends since middle school (I don't know how that happened either.) graduate, along with some other friends I've acquired over the years. Despite the fact I still had two weeks until my official graduation I still felt pretty accomplished. On Saturday I woke up for work at 8:30, worked until 12:00, then I had to venture over to the tennis club to work the "Member Appreciation Day". I got the privilege of working the cotton candy stand. Oh, my fucking God. Definitely the worst experience ever; firstly I hate cotton candy, mainly due to the fact that it's composed solely of sugar, secondly, having thin, fibrous reams of sugar affixed to every limb of my body is the most unpleasant feeling since I've been born. Not only did I resemble a massive, pink version of The Cookie Monster but was sweating profusely which would just fuse my bent appendages to one another. Absolutely revolting. Zack pronounced he was too righteous to do work of any sort and decided to duck out when I was unaware, but luckily he showed up with Trent later on to heckle me. Which I'm still fucking angry about.
After hovering above the cyclic cylinder from hell for around 4 hours I was finally done. I gathered the pieces of dignity I had left and walked over to get an ice-cold Coke. As I was standing in line I noticed out of my peripherals a wad of red tickets soar through the air. I immediately looked to my left in just enough time to catch a grin from a blond-haired, diligent demoniac (Also known as "a little shit".) before he bolted through the door. Impeccably choleric I raced after that little fucker until I finally stopped him. He claimed he didn't throw anything, to which I responded "I wasn't born yesterday, that little nonchalant stroll isn't fooling anyone." I followed them back to the scene of the crime and watched them as they picked up every god damned ticket. The greatest part wasn't the appreciative nods from parents or the "Good for you!" calls, it was walking back to my car following behind those little shits with their grandmother and watching their paranoid glances as I sipped on my Coke.

On Sunday I attended two graduation parties, one for Cory and the other for Sara. I met some fun people at Cory's party like the guy with the most distinct laugh in the world (Seriously you guys, it was amazing.) and other members of Cory's family. After that I drove into Stockton for Sara's party, which if I may say so myself, was fuckin' bomb-ass! Tommy and the gang were there and I partook in volleyball and watching the guys slip n' slide. (I'll post pictures below.) Definitely a nice end to a busy weekend and with that said I'll get to the photographs!

Spencer, Bryant and Me.

Justin.

Scuba Steve.

Sean or Shawn, not sure how he spells it..

Bryant.

All of us.

Aquadesiac

2008-05-28T21:18:00.000-07:00

It's like the feeling of falling down an endless well, without actually falling down an endless well. That's why I love roller coasters. Yesterday I was running around Six Flags Discovery Kingdom, it was the annual senior ditch day. (Or as my mom likes to call it "Senior sneak day!") Discovery Kingdom is what used to be Marine World, but they expanded it for other types of animals. They also added some really shitty rides which I'm sure the animals adore. The first ride we ventured to was Medusa, a leg-danglin' sit down coaster, and waited in like for about 30 minutes for 4 minutes of a pure, unadulterated, anti-gravity trip. After that we decided to catch the Killer Whale Shouka, which you can read about in my previous blog. (Oh how I loves you Shouka...) After watching 2 tons of floundering whale we skipped over to Kong. Kong is essentially a shittier version of Batman. (Magic Mountain) We literally waited for around an hour and road 2 minutes then decided to see Shouka again. (WHAT? IT WAS GOOD.) Then we set out for the "zoo" area of the park. After some walking we found the cages wedged between the metal limbs of the roller coasters, a dismal sight at best. Niki was pretty upset because the elephant rides were closed, which I wasn't too dispirited about due to the fact that Max claimed a trainer was punctured by a tusk during his 8th grade trip. Plus the elephants weren't swimming, so what's the point?! The tigers were refreshing to see, they were just lounging about probably making plans on how to jump the fence and attack some of the tourists. By then it had gotten a bit late, so Austin, Emily and I went to watch the dolphins while Max and Dom rode Roar. It was surprisingly fun watching the two dolphins swim about taunting and rough-housing with one another, that is until one of the dolphins developed a huge boner. Yeah, that's right, Merlin, the magic dolphin, had a HUGE FUCKING BONER. Which is odd to think about considering Dolphins are one of the few animals that find sex pleasurable, such as humans. Bailey mentioned that once she was in Hawaii with her family and they payed to swim with the dolphins. Bailey was leisurely swimming beneath the surface when she opened her eyes and BOOM, dolphin boners everywhere. Unfortunately she was forced to swim with them because they payed top dolla' to get the opportunity. It still makes me laugh thinking of Bailey attempting to enjoy a spontaneous ride on the dolphin while simultaneous severely trying to not graze its' quivering member....creepy. The trip was definitely a success despite my slight sun-kissed face. Honestly though, I really am excited to see some animals in their own habitat this summer. I'll most likely be bird watching and Bigfoot watching. If I'm lucky a big cinnamon bear will mosey over to have some trail mix with me.

"Come and play with us! My mom isn't watching behind that tree waiting to eat you or anything, I promise! Come on and play!"

Hey I sent you an email at your Thonggggirllll@hotmail.cum web address!

mad as fuck,
savage as duck

Killer Plans

2008-05-27T21:46:00.000-07:00

Killer whales. I am now completely infatuated with killer whales. I haven't ever disliked killer whales, I just had never really experienced their flaming aptitude. It is very obvious how absolutely adorable they are, but I never realized how generally talented they are. Not only can they conceptualize human emotion but they can also monopolize commands. It's incredible that at the flip of a wrist and short puff of a whistle and they're off projecting themselves into the air. Yes, I do realize dogs have this same ability, but come on it's a giant fucking whale! Essentially I just want a killer whale as a best friend, much like Free Willy. Except I won't need to free him because he will be happy to stay as my friend. We would take swims together and flap our arms (fins) and dine on the most elite fish we can find. I would tell him my problems and he would affectionately lift his head in acknowledgment. He would let me ride on his back and we would soar through the air as if we were aquatic birds. Afterwards we would tell jokes and he would splash me when I would quip about his blow-hole. Finally it would be time for me to leave and I would wave goodbye as he dips into the distance...

Seriously though. That would be pretty amazing.

Don't get me wrong though, I still love Sugar-Gliders and Welsh Corgis.

Oooh! Your new Uggs came!

mad as fuck,
savage as duck

Throw Your Hands Up Ladies!

2008-05-26T22:40:00.000-07:00

Well, shit. So today Bailey and I got together to do some recording and we realized how much our voices resemble robots. Essentially we decided we sound creepy when we sing together without harmonizing. Basically we're going to work on ways to harmonize, which most likely means listening to Eisley non-stop. Fortunately we have our music in order, only our voices need work, so it's not hopeless. Plus we have pretty decent recording equipment. We also put together Bailey's desk which proved more daunting than we had initially thought. We did finish it, but it did make me think maybe women do need to stay in the kitchen.

Maybe?

If not we can always stick to operating!

Plug it in, bitches!

If worst comes to worse I'll become a nun.

Oh, yes.

WOAH, you're missing A Shot At Love II with Tila Tequila, hurry GO!

mad as fuck,
savage as duck

I Smell Sex and Coffee

2008-05-25T16:12:00.000-07:00

Well, I've had a fairly pleasant day so far. I just returned from Starbucks where Bailey, Steve and I decided to play the "Who would you have in an orgy?" game based on various categories. I will list them now, unfortunately I only remember my choices. We tried to keep our list to four people, but sometimes we just had to add another essential person. Tag teammates aren't counted as an actual member.

Colonial:
The Four Fathers
Alexander Hamilton
James Madison

B.C. :
Jonas (and his whale, actually the orgy is in the whale. Yes, that's it.)
Cain
Goliath
Joshua

A.D. :
Peter
Luke
Mary Magdelene
Judas

Cartoon Characters:
Elmer Fudd
Foghorn
Eeyore
Rupert

Greek/Roman Mythology:
Icarus
Echo
Jason (sadly, Bailey and Steve said I couldn't include his argonauts..)
Centaur

Sitcom Characters:
Chandler Bing
Sanford
Ricky Ricardo (Babaluuuuu!)
Samantha (Not from Bewitched, but Sex And The City....Oddly enough Bewitched wasn't left out for Bailey chose Tabitha.......)

Authors:
Chuck Palahniuk (He was a given, so everyone had him and he didn't technically count.)
Oscar Wilde (Also...clearly....a given.)
Jonathan Safron Foer
William Golding
David Copperfield
Sigmund Freud

Characters In Books:
Holden Caulfield (You better know...)
Oyster (Diary)
Piggy (Lord Of The Flies)
The Whether Man (The Phantom Tollbooth)
*[By the way Steve chose Scout IN the ham suit.....]

Political Figures:
Fidel Castro
Winston Churchhill
Ho Chi Minh
The Queen (My favorite....)

Fairy Tale Characters:
Old Lady And Her Shoe (The orgy will be in the shoe.)
Jumpin' Jack
Hansel
Little Miss Muffet
Humpty Dumpty (Bailey, Steve and I agreed it would be spite sex with him.)
"Try gettin' put back together after that! yeaaaah...all the kings horses and men won't be able to do shit!"

Shitty Rappers:
Shaq (Complete with sparking boom box from KAZAAM!)
Snow Flake
Marky Mark (Bailey was so jealous, but she did get Sinbad...)
K. Fed

Old Timey Actors:
Carey Grant
Tippi Hedrin
Joan Crawford
Betty White (hahaha upon this decision we decided the Golden Girls cast would be another orgy in and of itself..)

Wild West (Movies or Real Life):
Sundance Kid
Billy The Kid
Bart (Blazing Saddles!)
Belle Starr

Comedians:
Jim Gaffigan
Zach Galifinakis (Given.)
Sarah Silverman (Tag Team!)
Richard Pryor
Bob Saget

Band Members:
Dan Boeckner (Wolf Parade)
The Fiery Furnaces
Richard David James (Aphex Twin)
Frank Black (Pixies)

Snl Castmembers:
Amy Poelher
Ana Gasteyer
John Belushi
Chris Parnell

Mad Tv Castmembers:
None...........

Well, thats about all the categories I believe.. Bailey and I did discuss who we'd sleep with based on categories

Animated:
Mugen (Samurai Champloo)

Gaining A Person's Knowledge By Sex:
STEVEN HAWKINGS.....
*[Bailey chose Natalie Portman]

Cheesy 80's Video:
Lead singer of Aha in "Take On Me" Video....

Anyways that's basically all I've done today. I think I'm going to get some Super Cool and get messed up with Tommy......

Oh, by the way, some one totally ripped your Hasselhoff In Berlin poster......

mad as fuck,
savage as duck.

Are You There Plans? It's Me Laura.

2008-05-24T18:42:00.000-07:00

Lately I've been extremely inspired to begin writing a book of short stories from my life. It's most likely because I've been reading books containing short stories of other people's lives. I just finished Chelsea Handler's new book Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea. It's an extremely hilarious book composed of memorable events in Chelsea's life, from attempting to dine in the dark while nude to drinking heavily with cute little midgets. (whom Chelsea tenderly refers to as nuggets.) It's an easy read and definitely makes you appreciate those ever so often awkward moments in life. I'm also re-reading David Sedaris' Me Talk Pretty One Day. It's another book of short stories from David's life. It's a sophisticated collection of his unusual childhood and man hood, complete with heightened drug use and sexualized midget guitar teachers. Ith a very good choith for relaxthed reading. After indulging myself in other people's intimate lives I began to reflect upon my own experiences and thought it could be somewhat humorous. I have charming memories including having been offered drugs by a friends mom in sixth grade, sneaking on my neighbor's boat while they were gone and many movie marathons embodied by vague allusions and cloudy puffs of smoke that emanate throughout the living room. So depending on how I handle my work schedule (I like dwell in the illusion that I have enough plans to need a PDA.) I might begin that project. I'm very good at starting projects and even better and not finishing them, so we'll see how it goes.
I'm also brain storming another idea for a script. This time it's not going to be adapted from anything. The plot is going to revolve around a bus, a young 18 year old girl will be taking a long trip across country to visit a boyfriend. (At least for now.) The main character hasn't ever traveled by bus before, yet she's a bit excited. It will be the first time she will be traveling on her own terms and can act and be whoever she wants. She will interact with various bus mates, the creepy, the quirky, the bohemian and other various types of travelers. Due to the fact the plot probably won't gain too much attention I'm going to have to rely on the dialogue. For some of her encounters I'll probably extract some of my own. I rode a bus from Sacramento to Eugene, OR and I met a lot of extremely interesting and not so interesting people, it was often uncomfortable but after all was ridden and done I wouldn't have given the experience up for anything. I'm hoping the main characters curiosity and perception will entrance the audience and keep the movie interesting. I'm hoping it turns into something that inspires people to interact with other people on a more humanicesque level. I'm just hoping it will turn out to be a charming little film.
I've also been working on some new songs for Three Times A Lady. I've realized how fucking hard it is to find a unique sound and sound fluid at the same time. Bailey and I are still trying to discover our own sound and it's turning out to be harder than we thought. We'd like to sound sophisticated but also kind of shitty, it's weird but that's what we're aiming for. Hopefully our recording session on Sunday turns out well. I'm anticipating a lot of melodic numbers punctuated by clapping and odd percussion backing. I'm also hoping Bailey and I can incur the art of harmonization and actually be satisfied with it.

I'm planning to put up some of our recordings as a preview once they're polished.

I just realized I'm "planning" to do a lot of things, so don't be disappointed. Judging by ALL of the readers I've acquired (I think I'm at an all time high of 2!) I'll try not to discourage.

Yay! Your Heidi Montag single is done downloading!

mad as fuck,
savage as duck.

Deliverantics

2008-05-21T22:30:00.000-07:00

Good things never last. I had a really fun weekend recently, full of adventure and clams. On Friday I ventured over to Maxwell's and Austin's house. We rented The Orphanage which is a spanish film directed by Guillermo Del Toro (The Devils Backbone). It's about an orphanage (Weird, I know...) and it's mysterious past. Anyways I wasn't really paying much attention because I was mainly making jokes the whole time. We then started watching Phantasm, which is awful, but in a fantastic way. Thirteen year olds mouthing "What the fuck?", tall creepy men lifting up caskets and weird sexual encounters in grave yards. It was good times.
On Sunday Bailey, Steve and I decided to go inner tubing along the Mokelume River. We brought some beers and cigarettes and started up the river. Bailey and I are short, strong currents and deep water doesn't mix with tiny little girls. We almost were unable to trudge up the river but we were able to maneuver our way around the deep areas. Anyways about half way up the river I decided to check my pockets (I know.....I know.) and I found my little sad sopping cell phone. Awesome! Despite my oblivion I kept going and we finally reached our destination. We lights some cigarettes, opened our beer (well Bailey and I opened the beer, Steve is too...lady-like.) and set off into the distance. It was wonderful, we just relaxed and I hummed the Deliverance theme song "Battle of The Banjos". Well, Bailey almost hit like four trees because she's kind of incompetent. Anyways it was a perfect excursion.

Other than that I haven't really been doing much. Senior project is finally over, thank the dude for that. Now all I have to do is sleep through three weeks of school and then I can finally go on real adventures. Here are a few of my plans;

June:
Camping
Camping
White-water rafting
Work
Camping
Hikes

July:
More camping
Heckedy Peg screenplay
Chico orientation
Hiking
Wolf Parade concert
Bike riding
Completing Three Times A Lady LP
Playing Shows
Movie marathons
Oregon Coast
Camping

Essentially it's just a lot of camping. Alright well that's mainly what's goin' down at the moment.

Until next time keep lookin' for bigfoot and lookin' for good times.

mad as fuck,
savage as duck.

The Heat's Hete

2008-05-15T20:42:00.000-07:00

Oh, Hello! Well once again I am completely drained from my day. The heat is getting increasingly worse and worse. The worst feeling for me is sweating while just sitting and, well, getting shot or something. Other than that it's just ridiculously unpleasant. Luckily this weekend will make up for it, I hope. On Saturday I'm heading up to Caples Lake with Captain Steve and Barbaric Bailey. We're checking out some camping sites for our trip in July. Which is going to be absolutely FANTASTIC. Lots of fire, water and of course, Bigfoot. We'll all just be lookin' for Bigfoot and lookin' for good times.
Tomorrow should be incredible for Prince Caspian is coming out! You know you love C.S. I am feeling a little dejected though because it's Peter's last movie....oh....Peter.....
Other than that I'm waiting for Sex And The City to come out and Chuck Palahniuk's new book Snuff. Which is going to be incredible. Here's the synopsis;

Palahniuk's audacious ninth novel tells the story of Cassie Wright, an aging porn queen who intends to put an exclamation point on her career by having sex with 600 men in one day on film. The story begins with Mr. 600—the pornosaur who introduced Cassie to the business—as he describes the other 599 actors awaiting their moment on screen. The perspective then shifts to Mr. 72, an adopted Midwestern 20-something who is one of the many young men claiming to be Cassie's long-lost son. Mr. 137, a has-been television star hoping to revive his career, wants to ask Cassie's hand in marriage so that the two can star in a reality TV show. But for a novel centered around a gargantuan gangbang, there's surprisingly little action; the small amount of narrative movement takes place backstage, where the characters attempt to get a sense of one another while waiting for their number to be called. There are sharp moments when Palahniuk compassionately and candidly examines the flesh-on-film industry, but mostly this reads like a cross between the Spice Channel and Days of Our Lives.

It's going to be fantastic. It sounds like he's taking the backseat and letting character's do their thing. Awesome.

Other than that An American Crime starring Ellen Page and Catherine Keener premiered on Showtime on May 10th this year. I can't wait for the dvd to be released, it looks like an awfully intense film that dwells deep into the psychological and physical abuse of a 16 year old. Based off the Likens' Murders.

So we're in for a good couple of months. Finally.

Alright, alright you can go watch the encore of The Hill's finally.

mad as fuck,
savage as duck.

Unofficially Official

2008-05-14T22:55:00.000-07:00

Greetings my loyal bleeps! Well I have some news for you today, oh boy do I! No, okay I don't really, but I bet you got excited for at least 1.3 seconds. Today I decided to work on some things. I mainly worked on my napping, but I also dabbled a bit in Adobe Audition 3. I decided to edit some horribly recorded songs. I have refurnished a song ambiguously named Reno. We have lyrics but unfortunately this recording is just instrumental. Eventually we will have vocals up as well as other songs such as The Creepy Guy Song, which I don't think is the official name. I want to change it to something like "Street Walking (The Creepy Guy Song)" or something to that effect. I like to utilize the option of parenthesis.
Oh! so my sister introduced me to a wonderful little band called The Finches. The music is soft and acousticy, which is a lot like the sound Bailey and I are trying to accomplish. So if you'd like a professional reference of what our music will potentially fall under, check them out.

Alright well I'm off to not sleep.

You should probably wear different pants, I hear Amanda is wearing those tomorrow.

P.S. here is the sample of Reno. Enjoy.

mad as fuck,
savage as duck.

California Stop In The Name Of Love

2008-05-13T21:05:00.000-07:00

Well, it's Tuesday and as you all know that means absolutely nothing. Today was a dandy-lion like day. I mainly played with my suspenders, slept in biology and california stopped around. I also went to work (day care) and played with Jesse (2 years), whom I call "WONDA WOMANNNNNN", because she is the strongest little shit ever. Unfortunately no rope of truth...
I also did have fun fucking up card tricks with some nine year olds, but other than that, a pretty average day.
I met with Bailey (Who incidentally isn't a dog! I know right?) at Starbucks where I pretended to drink coffee and play with my pocket watch. I think we both have realized how napoleonic we are when it comes to our psuedo indie cred. (It's a joke, asshole.) We had wonderful discussions about teething vaginas and making music on her imac. We are attempting to finally get Three Times A Lady off the ground. For some reason we both like starting songs but not really finishing them. So far we're working on "The Delicious", "Carpenter Man" and I am just starting "Ditching Class". Hopefully we'll get those worked out in the next couple of weeks, so we can begin our shitty recording sessions. Other than that I have some other silly projects that are mainly jam sessions. Data Werewolf is a jam band with my colleagues Todd Anderson and Jeff Dyer. January Jam Sessions is an ancient group with Zack Lucas, Peter Moniz and Drew Howard. Nothing serious at all, but fun if you're into shitty music!
So recently I've been lurking in my old music archives and stumbled upon an old Books album my sister burned me. Really excellent, the song "There Is No There" is absolutely entrancing. Check it out.

On a more important note;
If there are any serious pianists, male vocalists (reflecting talents of Hot IQs, Broken Social Scene and +/-), percussionists and or any violinists or cello players, let me know, we're browsing for some talented people.

Anyways I'm done, so you can finish searching for that really funny youtube video your friend told you about, even though you can't remember the correct key words.

Finally, a quote

"EVERY BODY JUST COOOOOOOL OUT"

mad as fuck,
savage as duck.

Sugar, Spice and Everything Coffee

2008-05-12T21:14:00.000-07:00

Well, shit, I haven't posted a new blog for awhile. Thanks to a parade of wolves, I got in the mood and decided to write a new blog. It's been months and I decided I would re-direct and re-connect my blog, in order to connect to you fucks a bit more. Anyways I've been extremely busy lately doing things way below my maturity level and haven't had the time to write much. Luckily I've been indulging myself in a nice cup of coffee every now and then, oh and by "nice" I mean really mediocre and not really good at all. I've realized that you can taste the difference between exploited beans and non-exploited beans, thanks man.
So it was recently mother's day which I found interesting on account this holiday is relevant to Jamie Lynn Spears now... I'm not going to even get into that, that's for pink-haired fatties (PEREzzzzNaSHUn!).
I happened to start a new project with a friend of mine Nitzche. We are writing an adapted screenplay of a wonderfully macabre children's story. Heckedy Peg is the story of a single mother and her children (of the week) Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday...etc. Well the mother leaves to the market and Heckedy Peg captures the children turning them into food. Anyways it's a short story, full of witchery, talking black birds and tasty ribs. You should probably pick it up if you are finished with the recent GOSSIP GIRL .
Other than that, I'm planning to camp for the rest of my life, maybe get some coffee and smoke a lot of cigarettes.

I suggest you go fix yourself a wonderful sandwich in that brilliant kitschen of yours.

Mad as fuck,
savage as duck.

Children, Arbors and The Frog

2007-08-21T00:35:00.000-07:00

I decided upon this moment, I would present you with some stories from my daily life. And....Action. Alright, on account it's summer time (summa tyme) I decided it would be a good idea to get a summer job. I knew I didn't want to be working at McDonalds with the thirty-something unskilled workers and other teens. (stereo typicawesome) I also knew I didn't really have a choice. Luckily, I got a job with some of my friends at a fitness club. (Twin Arbors. Hence the Arbors in the title, so you can stop asking now.) I would be watching little children ages from 4-12. Basically I got to sit in a lawn chair and watch them swim. So that was magical. Kids are really weird and sometimes creepy, (something I underestimated) especially when an 11 year old asked if I would put sunscreen on his belly. He was 11. Eleven. I know. That's what I said. Another little girl, who was cute, (fucking crazzzy) kept ranting "You knuckle pig head cherry gum cwackas." Uhhhhhhhhm. Enough of that. Today I started working at Fitness Works, (Still Twin Arbors) except now with really little kiddies ages below 7. It was fine at first until this little girl started drawing and it looked a lot like a knife... So I asked "What are you drawing?" and she looks at me and mumbles "I don't know." Alright then. On from that, I was in my bathroom and spotted a tiny little frog, trying to jump up the wall and failing excessively. It was cute, so after a bit of a quarrel I was able to get him and then flush him down the toilet. (I'm kidding.) I set him free in my front yard. I thought about naming him, but I figured if he really wanted a name, he'd come back. So I'll wait. Until then.

Instead of doing my usual rhapsody, I will end with something new!

Ecky Thump, then!
S.A.D

Gathered Gears of Gray.

2007-06-09T21:24:00.000-07:00

I like the fan on high. It makes me kind of on edge, which is a nice feeling. It makes me feel more alive than love does sometimes. The posted memories and feelings shift back and forth, making my wall breathe with life. They are like the gears running my room, tangible and steady. On certain days I like to lay down and pan each story recalling the reasons I decided to display it for everyone to see. Concerts, music, letters, all have a place somewhere. All evoke something different in me, some make me laugh, cry or awkward. Every emotion covered, all values not only black and white, but gray as well. It's very important that every emotion is accounted for, otherwise I could be missing out on something. Often I think life is only here to enable us to feel something and appreciate it. Even I look forward to a good nervous breakdown, it can be refreshing. Like restarting your computer.

Mas as fuck,
Savage As Duck

It would be fun.

2007-05-07T22:01:00.000-07:00

It's been a long day. Actually, everyday is a long day. Sometimes social interaction just wears me out like running 2 miles wears me out. The only thing that really makes me calm and collected is watching people do something they love. It's so fascinating, seeing the things people love, things that you don't love. Why do you love, what you love, and why do I love, what I love? How come on some days I laugh at the clouds and you don't? I understand that you may be in a different place, so maybe some day the clouds will be funny to you and not I. I guess we'll just have to absorb the state of mind we're in and hold our breath and hope one day we're on the same page. That would be fun.

Mad as fuck,
Savage As Duck

Open it.

2007-04-14T23:26:00.000-07:00

My heartbeat. All I can hear is my heartbeat. For the past week all I've been able to hear is my heart beating. It's true, a thing like that can make you go crazy. How can the one sign of knowing you're alive, make you feel dead? I'm completely entranced and out of my mind. The more I'm told I'm alive, the more I feel deceased. I'm walking through everyone and everything. Tangibility no longer has any affect. We aren't really that separate. We're actually closer than you can imagine. In the end it's only a matter of time, until you are me and I am you and we are they and they are too. We all end up at the same door, we just have different paths and intentions. So go ahead. Open it.

Mad as fuck,
Savage As Duck

Times Like Those

2007-04-01T00:42:00.000-07:00

I trace the smoke as it dissipates into the air, my mind numb, my thoughts blown out with every exhale. Although I'm not speaking, you understand. You understand every word I'm keeping. It's as if I've emitted something to you, through my mind, am I mouthing my thoughts or something? Have I told you? Did I write this down? The silence encloses around us, but you don't move. No sign of sheer discomfort or inept awkwardness. This is us accepting the silence. We don't try to change it, simply because it's unfamiliar. Fear of unfamiliarity hinders the experience of being human, this is what it is about, accept the challenge, not knowing the outcome. Being able to sit in silence, embracing the silence, accepting it, soaking up the moment, it's times like those I love to be human. Times like those.

Mad as fuck,
Savage As Duck

Get Used To It

2007-03-31T20:19:00.000-07:00

Get used to it. That's all that's really going to get you through anything. You're going to know disappointment more than you know your own best friend. It's too late to ignore the human instinct that reigns over everyone and everything. Remember, no one owes you a damn thing, and you don't owe anyone else a damn thing. You can't rely on anyone or anything and if you do, don't be fucking surprised when it blows up in your face. Murphy's law, life's law, what can go wrong will go wrong. Expect the absolute worst and things won't be so bad. If you know what I'm talking about, you know too much and if you have no clue what I mean, you don't know enough. It's so damn sad, it really is, the fact that investments aren't ever going to be set in stone. Just because we can't really rely on anyone except ourselves doesn't mean you shouldn't have hope. Even though I know how people are, it doesn't mean I don't hope someone would change. I've got some amazing people in my life, who have proven to me over time that they understand the importance of friendship and life, but I still won't be surprised if it ends. Don't think everything is infallible, you're going to fall way harder. Anyways, you can't really rely on destiny either, yeah I believe there is some destiny, but we get in the way, our choices severly affect that thing called "fate". Due to our ability of free will, we turn destiny into chance and you don't have chance's number. Chance has your number, you don't call chance, chance calls you. It isn't chance's fault if you miss the call.

Mad as fuck,
Savage As Duck

Perfectly Alright

2007-03-29T21:10:00.000-07:00

"We're rolling." The comminatory camera pans to reveal your blank expression as you wallow to your next class. Click. Camera two; the depthless camera sways to target the population carrying on. It's a live production and you're aware. It's not a movie production, or a television show, it's your life's production and the awareness is seeping through your skin. It's you just walking and realizing your own tangibility, when you realize that you're just another dot on God's map. It doesn't mean much at all, it's just another unfamiliar feeling. It's when all of your experiences surface and you just can't help but dwell on why it all mattered. It's you realizing that all you really have is yourself, literally, and theoretically. It's you just thinking without a brain, and it's perfectly alright, because in the end, that's all that really matters.

Mad as fuck,
Savage As Duck

Barbaric Battles in the Blog Biosphere

2007-03-28T19:53:00.000-07:00

It has come to my attention that because I have chosen to become one of you "nerdlets" and create a blog that I will encounter a very competitive lifestyle. Yes, it is true, my fierce, advanced rival in the blogging world is none other than The Great Amit. Amit runs a very prestigious blog and has a roaring cyber-sea of loyal cyber-sailors. Personally I hold Amit in high esteem and mean him no harm. In this cut-throat, pixelated planet one can only hope that things don't take a click for the worse. Here and now I have decided that my blog will be completely WGCCW friendly and fully supportive of Amit's awe-inspiring blurbs about blogly things. If you haven't blog-hopped over to his sight, do me the favor of clicking by, Amit's blogs are sarcastically, sincere and brutally honest. You can read his classic blogs at WGCCW, I highly encourage you to trip into the bubbly blog life of Amit. God speed.

Mad as fuck,
Savage As Duck

Lemmings

2007-03-28T17:08:00.000-07:00

It's that nagging feeling. That thing you can't escape from, powered by electrons, neutrons and protons, emphasized by the sweat on your forehead. I can't help but stress, everyday is the same play, the same God damn act. Everyone achieving the same damn thing, lemmings on their jaunt out to sea. Life is one long disappointment punctuated by instantaneous moments of memory lapses. Happiness is just us forgetting. This is strictly from a realistic standpoint, ignore it, disagree, I honestly could care less. So, whats the point? The point is life is never going to be satisfactory, due to the fact that we are only human, and we are consumed everyday by our own instincts. Survival. We are all self-absorbed assholes, striving to see who's the best asshole of them all. Yeah, we're all failures, that's the purpose. Once you realize you're a failure, there's no lower level, you can only climb up. Besides you only truly fail when you give up, so just don't. People claim they're the greatest or the smartest, yet people seem to keep giving up. In short life is hopeless, but I'm going to live it anyways.

Mad as fuck,
Savage As Duck

Sleeping Is For The Weak

2007-03-28T17:02:00.000-07:00

Thank you insomnia, I'm drawn on and my thoughts are too late. I've summoned myself, left my head on a shelf and watched the clock to shame. I'm on my hands with most things, this never really being awake, never really being asleep thing has got me in the wrong zone. Endlessly I'm barreling down a one way road with my headlights off and my brakes spent. I haven't the faintest idea where I am or where I'll be, I suppose I'll end up where I end up and it won't make a damn difference.

Mad as fuck,
Savage As Duck

Introducktion

2007-03-28T15:49:00.000-07:00

Alright, this is the beginning of something futile. This specific blog is for insights, word flights and sleepless nights. My blogs will mainly be miscellaneous blurbs of whatever the hell I want. Enjoy.

Mad as fuck,
Savage As Duck