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Tuesday, January 29, 2002
VENDING MACHINES SUCK posted on 1/29/2002 05:37:21 PM by agentCB
THE WEEKEND posted on 1/28/2002 08:20:45 AM by agentCB
TWENTY EIGHT posted on 1/24/2002 10:11:41 AM by agentCB
WINTER CLEANING posted on 1/22/2002 09:15:53 AM by agentCB
MICROPHONE CHECKA posted on 1/18/2002 06:20:26 PM by agentCB
my eye is itchy
posted on 1/16/2002 10:19:21 AM by agentCB
FROZEN SINUS posted on 1/15/2002 02:29:41 PM by agentCB
DOLLA DOLLA BILL, YA'LL posted on 1/14/2002 07:59:32 PM by agentCB
HAPPY NEW YEAR posted on 1/09/2002 04:11:17 AM by agentCB
i was at sac city community college today (for my music business class, a class which im dropping by the way). and after i left, i wanted to get something to snack on. i hit up the vending machine and saw lorna doones for 65 cents.
my lola got me hooked on lorna doones, haven't had them for a while so i said, what the hell.
i stuck a dollar in, pressed E6 and watched the vending machine coil turn and move the coveted cookies forward.
then it stopped.
WTF??? i tried kicking the machine, pushing it a little. then i thought about how ridiculous it would be to get caught for vandalism over 65 cents. so i walked away, knowing i was the better man. i copped a butterfinger on the way home instead...
Monday, January 28, 2002
had a party this weekend to celebrate the 28th year of existence on this planet. people i was looking forward to seeing flaked on me. i think that kinda threw me out of the mood. i wasn't the eager bartender this time, looking to warm up the entire place. i was just more like "there are drinks in the kitchen if u want em"
i think it's because i decided to throw this thing last wednesday and told everyone 2 days before it was gonna go down. there were quite a few people there still. and they were down so i'm happy they came. i think that's the last party i'm gonna have. or maybe i should just announce shit earlier.
that's another problem though. i don't like to "toot my own horn" apologies for the cliche, but i couldn't think of anything better. i announced it so late, cuz i don't like to do shit like that, but i'm kinda like the one who plans shit among my friends, so when it comes to my time, i think cats don't know what to do.
big ups to luvbug however, she (with the help from my bro) planned my birthday dinner and surprise bowling activity afterwards. what more can a guy ask for...
Thursday, January 24, 2002
years ago as one of my pyc youth puts it "i came out my mama's peck peck." actually it was yesterday, but i didn't really feel like bloggin' on my bday... i was actually busy doing stuff. not that i'm not busy now, just prioritizing incorrectly i guess...
luvbug hooked it up with a surprise dinner with friends and then bowling after. i haven't been bowling in so long. there's a place about 554325 miles from my house that has games for $1.50 each, reminiscent of the good ol' USAbowl days in vallejo.
three bucks for bowling shoes though. that's some bs right there. paying 3 bucks to share shoes with the rest of the world, with only a coating of cheap disinfectant to protect the little piggies that venture into market.
i heard kmart is calling it quits. maybe i'll go pass by and get some clearance bowling shoes and perhaps a bag.
on another note... wait let me make a new heading...
CONSUMER VULTURES
there that's better... isn't it sad that when a store goes out of business, everyone's there like those bald headed scavenger birds in the old bugs bunny movies.
circling in the parking lot waiting for the discount to drop from 25% to 50% to 75%. by then the only things left are tons of empty shelves and a few lawrence welk cd's and them imitation sheep skin slippers that make your feet stink if you wear them all day. (or is that just me and my stank hammers?)
with the closing of discount icon K-MART, an end of an era is upon us. the era of blue light specials, K-ham, lay-a-way, and my favorite, coke icees and yellow popcorn.
i grew up on K-MART, whether i liked to admit it or not. back in the days, you were "wack" if you shopped at K-MART. it was as if 7th graders would automatically shred layers of self-esteem the minute they stepped into the establishment.
back in the day, i walked around that shit like a ninja. hiding in the corners, lurking in the aisles, making sure i wasn't spotted by anyone i knew... moms didn't give a fuck though. she made it a point to embarass me. "it builds character" she would tell me... of course i know what she means now. but damn ma,
did you really have to page my ass in K-MART everytime i separated from you?
it was almost like a game to her, she would purposely try to lose me just so she can page me. "stay close by... don't get lost" as she burned down the aisles toward women's apparel. i would be on her ass too, duckin and diving avoiding eye contact with anyone close to my age range. throwing imaginary ninja smoke bombs to create diversions, i tried to keep up with the shopping cart. unfortunately, the lure of towering aisles stocked full of transformers, gobots and lego was too much for me to bear. i had to sneak over to toys.
"i'm heading over to toys mom, i'll be right back" were infamous words that would seal my fate. as soon as turned away, moms was gone.
fuuuuck...
usually, by this time, there would be this feeling of acceptance as i made my way over to the electronics and music section. might as well make use of my free time and check out the new run dmc album on cassette. then after that, i went straight to my moms' favorite places, lingerie (pronounced "linger ree" in 7th grade) women's apparel, and the pots and pans area.
usually she would hide in the dressing room so i couldn't find her. i bet she was laughin her ass off in there. lost and distracted by all the shit my little materialistic ass used to want, i accepted my fate and prepared for inevitable doom... on the loudspeaker overhead...
"GREGORY B. GARCIA, please come to the K-MART service desk... "
and then with a dramatic pause, the manager would stop everyone in the store with her words...
"YOUR MOTHER IS LOOKING FOR YOU"
lookin' my ass! red with embarassment, my mom would be there waiting with a big smile on her face.
"There he is! I found him, thank you!" she would say to the manager. you didn't find shit, i would mutter to myself.
of course in time, it stopped being a big deal. by eigth grade, GEMCO came thru and saved my ass from further embarassment, it was cool to go to GEMCO for some reason. i don't know why... and then came target.
i look back at how i used to be and wonder how the hell i got to be so materialistic. thank god moms was real and kept my ass in check.
by eighth grade, i didn't care if i shopped at KMART. so what... who cares if people saw me. i considered myself above those who persecuted my shopping preference.
i wasn't the one driving. so what if we looked poor, it didn't matter to me any more...
as long as people didn't know i went next door to pic-n-save, it was all good.
Tuesday, January 22, 2002
ok so like i woke up early to clean. and i got carried away. i am now late for work. but that's only because i thought i had class this morning. but then again, i would have been late for class. argh.
out.
Friday, January 18, 2002
one two... i'm up in the studio right now. waiting for my 5 o'clock to show... it's 6pm. maybe there's traffic. i got the new mic all set up and everything. the RODE NT2. i wonder if they realize their mic names look like "rodent" hmm.
anyway. it's cold in my house and there's a mosquito bothering me... i'm out...
peace
Wednesday, January 16, 2002
Tuesday, January 15, 2002
i went for a brisk bike ride this morning. unfortunately, it happened to be one of the coldest nights of the year. damn. there was frost on roofs of houses, on windshields and in my friggin lungs as i took deep breaths during my ride.
my legs were solid state after the ride though. it felt good to get active. being bear-like, each winter i grow a coat of fur and put on some pounds to keep warm. spring comes around and i shed them off playing b-ball or other bear-like activities.
i apologize for my mood right now. i'm rather giddy. when i'm giddy i say funny things. hell why am i apologizing anyway...
i'm outta here...
Monday, January 14, 2002
i sold my first cd yesterday. after the pyc sacto meeting, i was showing people my cd and one of the youth wanted to buy one. so i said sure... and then i realized that this would be the first skrill i earned from the music business. (shot out to cynthia from Christian Brothers for the support). i've been giving them out to the artists only so i didn't realize i could make a quick buck yet.
so yeah, it felt good to get that first $5.00 c'mon she was in high school, i had to hook her up. in fact, i can't see myself charging more than 10 bucks. that's if i sell it to them personally. if it's in the stores, then hey, i can't do anything bout that... so if ya'll want 2 buy one, email me.
out...
Wednesday, January 09, 2002
--->in the walkman: "brotha," angie stone
here's a pic taken of me & luvbug, in case ya'll were wondering what we looked like. not like it matters here on the world wide web, but hey i have a new digital camera. so i'm expressing my creativity and taking it to another level... the camera is a sony dsc p20. it was from my parents for christmas & for my birthday. it's pretty tight. it's a camera and mini camcorder as well (minus audio) resolution ain't that bad, but i'm sticking to my minolta xg-10, a fully manual SLR camera, the old school kind. that's the only way to go for me baby...
here's another picture i took with the camera. this is a puddle outside of wellman hall at uc davis. i was there this weekend for the pyc sacramento/vallejo retreat. it was fun and i took lots of pictures with my new camera.
lots of things going on, but just wanted to say happy new year to all... peace
