As promised

With the visiting fam, we visited the NEW and IMPROVED air & space museum out by Dulles (pronounced "duels") Airport. It was 18 times cooler than I expected, and I expected it to be cool.
Exhibit A:

Blur fest photo of Josh's favorite plane as a kid, the SR-71. This thing flew from LA to DC in just under 2 1/2 minutes.
Ok, not really, but it was fast.

A better view of said aircraft. Dang, look how flippin' sweet it is!

A little concord action for y'alls. Grampy Neals was on one of these bad boys.

This is the Enola Gay, which as you probably know, was the first openly homosexual aircraft in the US Airforce.
Man, maybe I shouldn't joke about the plane that dropped the old hiroshima express. Yeah, probably not. [clears throat uncomfortably]

This is called Le Shuttle d'Espace. This one, sadly, never made it to space, but was used in high atmosphere drop/landing runs. Which makes it Ok in my book. Plus it was called the effing Enterprise for crap's sake, how much more cool do you need?

How about this much cool: the back. These were not actually functioning boosters, which I guess subtracts from the cool.

Introducing the progeny to all things awesome early on is a critical point in the Josh Holyoak School of Parenting.

p.s. I am currently drinking Martinelli's straight from the bottle. It's fun to be a pretend wino.

p.p.s. Did you know that wino was spelled like that? I sure didn't. Gosh, how rediculous am I?

Cos and Affect

I was invited this morning to a dinner at a nice restaurant. The invitation indicated "Causal Attire."

Awesome.

Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute

coming soon

pics of totally sweet airplanes, the whole fam-damily, and possibly a celebrity.

Please stay tuned.

Merry Christmas!

The Bridge School Benefit extravaganza has finally made it's glorious way onto iTunes (see over here----->).
It was perfectly timed with my birthday iTunes money having already been squandered. Oh well, there's always the Discover Card®.
The other day in Albania I was lost and wondering around in the early morning dressed in a suit for my interview. I asked a random dude outside for directions and before answering he asked me, "Hey, are you Mormon?" I was totally taken aback for a few seconds. "Yes," I said. Then I realized it was because of my garb and I said, "oh, but that's not why I'm dressed like this. I have an interview. But, I just so happen to be mormon." It was funny and strange.

There was another story that I was so excited to put on here, but it is currently escaping my consciousness.

I'll let you know.


***UPDATE***
Perhaps the best song on the whole Bridge School Offering, Cortez the Killer with DMB and NY, the performance of which I happened to witness live in the flesh, is among the 2 songs out of the set of EIGHTY (!) that are album only. Oh Cruel Fate! Why curseth me thou so! Well, I actually already have a bootleg copy of the song, but it sounds like it was performed underwater, processed on a memorex 90 minute cassette that had been left in someone's stinky Saturn Ion on a hot San Jose day, then routed via satellite to the moon and bounced back, and picked up by grandma bertha's miracle ear. Balls. Balls. And...Balls.

Hah lay lou yah

I survived the Boreds. It's a miracle. Now if I only knew whether I passed or not. I'm currently in Albany, which it turns out, is the site of the landing strip for the alien invasion of 2014.
Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

My own cell-pics to follow. Nuts.

tis a nice town though. I'm in line at the airport, waiting for the Southwest Cattle Call (R). Always a fun time.

I want to give a shout out to my homies in Schenectady. As well as Poughkeepsie.

P.S. I no longer have any responsibilities at all for the next 3 months. Well, unless you count raising a human being who depends upon me for her every need. And securing a job for the next 5-6 years. And playing lots and lots of video games. And all of the 38 projects I have filed under: "oh yeah, I can work on that awesome idea while I'm off in December-February."

Sweet.

T-minus my bowels

I am now 1 hour and 12 minutes from taking the boards. My bowels are all a flutter. I am hoping that they will settle as one is not allowed to leave one's seat during the boards without a Ninja SWAT team busting through the windows and slitting one's throat within 0.8 seconds. Seriously, imagine this happening in that small amount of time: it's funny.

Afterwards, depending on how retarded (literally and figuratively) I am, I must make great or small haste to the BWI airport and hoof it up to Albania Nueve Yorky for yet another interview. We are first meeting at a bowling alley (!) the night before for dinks and ice grem. But who cares, because at that point I will be devoid of responsibility for the forseeable future. Wait, was that enough e's? forseeeeable.

Alright, team. Wish this sorry sack some luck. Cause HE's Gonna NEED it!

And now for something completely differrnt:


No idea who this guy is, but the dude in the background looks like he's about to slay him with mind bullets.

Lamisil pills, for toe fungus

Man, Alec Baldwin was on SNL last week (in case you missed it) and he did a skit as Tony Bennett. If any or all of you have the thought, the will, and the way to watch it, I beg of you to check it out. Absolutely priceless.

Let's go to the movies...

Man, in the movie industries continuing efforts to disrupt my studying: Please review the preview for Smokin' Aces.

Bonafide

Um, yeah...so the new bond movie looks amazing. Check it out.

P.S. Buh-Duh-bwon...Buh-Duh-bwon......Buh-duh-buh-duh-duh........crrrrrrang!!!

they grow up so fast

I thought it was just my influence, but the above occurred while I was 2000 miles away.

I would like to congratulate peter on submitting the winning entry for the soul coughing contest.

New York New York I won't go back.
Indelible Reminder of the skills I lack.
I gave you seven years, what did you give me back:
A jaw-grind, disposition to a panic attack

nicely done.

So, the best part of Buffalo was upon arrival at the hospital, the secretary said to myself and 3 other candidates, "Gosh, I didn't know the Special Olympics was in town."
I about died laughing, even though I knew that she was referring to the fact that said organization was actually and in fact in town and not making a non-pc commentary on our general appearance.

P.S. Thank you to all of the universe who continue to supply me with limitless iTunes fundage. You have created a monster. A prize to the first to correctly identify the following song and artist:

Looking out
Across the night-time
The city winks a sleepless eye
Hear her voice
Shake my window
Sweet seducing sighs

Get me out
Into the night-time
Four walls won't hold me tonight
If this town
Is just an apple
Then let me take a bite

hmm...

Anybody think of any soul coughing lyrics referencing Buffalo?

Continuing with the theme

A man cuts in half just like he snaps a pencil.

Khartoum is in the room
Phnom Penh is in the room
Pyongyang is in the room
Cairo is in the room

how did I forget about this?

And the radio man says it is a beautiful night out there. And the radio man says rock and roll lives. You live in Los Angeles and you are going to Reseda. We are all in some way or another going to Reseda, some day...to die. And the radio man laughs because the radio man somethings a model, too. Gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love. Gone savage for teenagers who are aesthetically pleasing, in other words "fly." Los Angeles beckons the teenagers to come to her on busses. Los Angeles loves love.

It is 5 a.m. and you are listening to Los Angeles.

Dude!

They're [for all intents and purposes] giving away a 28-track Johnny Cash album for 7.99 on iTunes. What a glorious day.

Holy crap this is fun

I am dumping money on iTunes with reckless abandon.
You know, in my family, Neil Young receives a great deal of accolades, but I fear that the other Neil is far too often neglected and forgotton. Look how beautiful this man is:

And man, just check out these lyrics, recalling that the song is about a young boy's relationship with a space alien who turned a speak and spell into a satellite.

Come back again
I want you to stay next time
Cause sometimes the world ain't kind
When people get lost like you and me

I just made a friend
A friend is someone you need
But now that he has to go away
I still feel the words that he might say

Turn on your heartlight
Let it shine wherever you go
Let it make a happy glow
For all the world to see

Turn on your heartlight
In the middle of a young boy's dream
Don't wake me up too soon
Gonna take a ride across the moon
You and me

He's lookin' for a home
Cause everyone needs a place
A home's the most excellent place of all
And I'll be right here if you should call me

Turn on your heartlight
Let it shine wherever you go
Let it make a happy glow
For all the world to see

Turn on your heartlight
In the middle of a young boy's dream
Don't wake me up too soon
Gonna take a ride across the moon
You and me

Turn on your heartlight now
Turn on your heartlight now

Wow, all of you go download this song immediately and sing along!

Ridin' fat on my dubs

So I gots my self all kinds of moulah for iTunes for my b-day thanks to GARBRO and mr. struart. I'm ashamed of my first purchase therewith:

Curse you, JoJo! With your hyperactively overprocessed voice and smackety-crack addictive hook chorus! Damn you straight to teen pop idol hell! *** You know it's just a little too late ***

Damn, it's a good song.

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me...

Parenting 101:

And who's a dork?

I am! I am!

Yeah, I got this flight simulator. That's right. It has scenery mapped out for the whole earth. Yeah, you read that right. The whole earth. And Mars! And it only took 7 DVDs worth of crap to do it.

Yeah, I am a loser.

P.S. Boards? What's a boards?

Let's see, I'll have the meth and, um...a massage.

Check out this awesomeness.

My dream, Someone else's dream, and a nightmare

Last night I dreamt the following saga:
I was going up some mountain with family to go skiing. We had to climb right up the front of the mountain that was covered with houses much like the foothills of mount olympus in Salt Lake City. Toward the top the path became sketchy and while trying to find my footing I stepped on a piece of metal that proceeded to fall onto a cafe-like environment 50 feet below. The piece of metal was like a car door. There was a girl behind me who noticed the falling piece of metal and was as terrified as me to watch it fall down towards all the people. I didn't see exactly where it landed but it crashed and some scary guy looked up and started to come after me so as to kill me. I then went inside the mountain which was also, surprisingly, housing a swim and tennis club. I waded through the indoor portion of a kidee pool and then started going down the front of the mountain. The only way off the mountain was through an ENORMOUS indoor stadium with the seats going down the face of the mountain. I ended up on a balcony of impossible proportions that had no obvious way of getting down. I then went to the side and went down a small staircase that led to a tube that you had to jump into and slide down the rest of the way. The tube was like a giant half-filled blood pressure cuff. The girl from before came down with me and then we were both outside on a dock near an ocean on a grey day. She said we had to swim so we dove into the choppy ocean and began swimming. I then noticed that this ocean was where the upper field of the old Uintah Elementary used to be. I saw some killer whales swimming ahead and got nervous. Then I was suddenly given an aerial view of my situation and saw a blue whale that was about twice as big as they already freaking are in real life just below me. I was filled with complete terror. I barely made it to the edge of the upper playground and went down the steps towards the old Uintah, which of course no longer exists.

Fin.

Now, somebody else's dream: There is this totally sweet new channel called MHD = Music High Definition which shows sweet shows from VH1, MTV, etc that actually have some relation to music, as opposed to the dismal offerrings currently found on MTV. I first watched VH1 storytellers of Dave Matthews Band and am now watching the same show of Pearl Jam. It rules. But intertwixt these two they showed some sweet high-def music videos. Instead of the usual crappy large white font explanation in the bottom left corner of what the song is, there is a tiny little cg thing. Anyway, the video for DMB's Dream Girl is totally great. Enough to make me actually like Julia Roberts again. Amazing.

Fin, part deux.

Lastly, I must get back to the upcoming unpleasantness: the BOARDS. 2 weeks to go and I sure as heckfire am not ready. Hey Daniel, do you remember when we had that huge fight in kindergarten as to whether the proper word was "Ain't" or "Amn't?" I'm wondering if you've found any more proponents of the whole amn't thing.

Ok, peace out.

it's rabbit season

Actually, it's interview season. Here are the "lucky" places so far, although I'm hoping for at least a few more.

In other news, my baby sure is cute! Holy Crap.