My Friend Casey

Once upon a time there was a dude named Casey. Casey wasn't a bad dude. He held down a respectable job where he got to wear a uniform and a name badge everyday, and party every night. Casey wasn't a bad dude. But Casey was a disoriented, drunk dude. One night Casey met the girl of his dreams. Her name was Melanie. Or Emily. He wasn't completely sure, but he did know that she was everything he was looking for in a woman. He knew she had kind of blondish- brownish- reddish hair, and he knew that what they had was special. He didn't know exactly where she lived. But that did not concern Casey one little bit. Into his car he staggered, up and down streets he drove until he saw a light. "That must be Melanie's house!" He thought, "Or Emily's!" Out of his car, up the steps, he knocked at her door. Todd answered. This was confusing to Casey. Did Melanie or Emily have a brother? No matter, Casey was quick to regain his confidence. "Is Melanie here?" He asked as he peeked expectantly into the Living Room. He saw Andy and a woman. Andy was of small consequence, but the woman- She did have hair. Could this be his lady? "Melanie? Emily?" He called hopefully. In an odd coincidence a woman named Melanie had previously owned the house, but had moved three years earlier. "Melanie moved about three years ago." Not Melanie, but Diana responded. Casey felt very confused. "Emily?" He tried again. "You've got the wrong house." Andy assured him. "See you later Casey," Todd began closing the door. There was obviously something fishy going on. "How do you know my name?" Casey wondered out loud. "Its on your shirt dude." This momentarily blew Casey's mind. But of course! Casey laughed and pointed to the name of his company on the opposite side of his shirt. In the midst of this ah-ha! moment, Casey had nearly forgotten the task at hand. Nearly, but not entirely and without skipping very many beats at all he had regained focus. "Do you know where Melanie lives?" He found these people very unhelpful and slightly alarmed. But Casey was nothing if not undaunted. Oh, and drunk. He cheerfully got back into his car and continued his search, taking no notice of anyone taking down his licence plate numbers. Because Casey knew a girl like Melanie, or Emily, only comes around once in a lifetime. The End.

Who Would You Want Saving Your Hide?: Legolas vs. Spiderman

Humor me. Today is a day like any other. You wake up before you're ready, you spend time looking for a pair of matching socks, regardless of whether you're on time or not you find yourself rushing from chapter one to chapter twelve, with very little time for reflection. Little do you know today might be your last day. Little can you see the monster waiting around the corner, lurking in the alleyway, just beyond those suspicious looking trees. But he sees you. You routinely check your watch, lists playing in your head when suddenly he has you twenty feet in the air ready to make a meal of you. Your options are limited, your prospects very dim. Who will save you? Legolas or Spiderman? When Legolas saves you he makes it look easy, gracefully scaling your monster and unleashing a series of arrows which cleanly severs its foul head. He then performs a triple elf spin through the air only to land flawlessly, flash you a glowing grin like he has a secret, and flip his luxurious golden locks back before disappearing in some nearby shrubbery. Impressive.
When Spiderman saves you he does it with flare. Just as the monster releases you and you find yourself plummeting towards his gaping jaws, in swoops Spiderman! He makes a moderately clever pun as you fly through the air and deposits you safely miles from the monster. But before he jettisons his web back to finish the fight, he looks at you expectantly with his over sized black eyes and you realize he wants a kiss. "Listen," you tell him kindly but firmly, "I'm grateful you saved my hide and all, but-" and you try to explain how you don't like him that way, and that you had onion rings for lunch. But then, you see the disappointment behind his little red mask, and after all it isn't everyday you get saved by Spiderman, you justify as you lay one on him.
But in reality that isn't what happens. As you hang suspended twenty feet in the air, watching your life rewind inside your head, wishing you had spent less time looking for socks and more time playing Wii with your family and neighbors- As you feel the blood rushing to your head and all you can think about is how you should have paid more attention to where you were going, everything suddenly goes black. And as you slowly open your eyes you realize you aren't dead. You are in a Bat Cave. Bat Man saved you. And even though you find him a little odd and uncommunicative at first, you realize he's just an introvert and that's okay, because in retrospect you wouldn't want anyone else saving your hide.

My Five Favorite Bands From High School

So I took the bate. ANOTHER tag from my brother. I'm telling you I cannot resist! You should know I do not look back on my High School years with much fondness. And no, I don't want to talk about it. But while in High School I enjoyed a variety of music, from nineties-punk and ska bands, to alternative music, whatever that means. I think that as I've matured my tastes have become more specific and less stupid. And I'm of the opinion that recently the music industry has turned out much better stuff (for the most part) than the junk I listened to back in the day. Maybe its because people my age are writing it, I don't know. Anywho, without further ado here are my top five favorite bands from High School.

Green Day. Honestly, I liked them better before they grew a political opinion. They used to sing about really intelligent things like poo and ...other stuff. Dookie was the first album I ever purchased in 1994 when I was thirteen. It was a cassette tape because I didn't have one of those fancy CD players. Up to that point I had led a musically sheltered life and I'm pretty sure I still called my parents "mommy and daddy". Green Day put and end to that. I continued liking them and bands like them through High School and really, I still like them. I just don't put much stock in their political mumbo-jumbo, and that goes for anyone who sings about getting wasted and blowing stuff up.

No Doubt. From the moment I heard "Just a Girl" on the radio I thought Gwen Stephani rocked! Sure she was totally insane, but I had no problem with that. I liked No Doubt because they were really different than anything I'd ever heard, and had a very charming innocence to their insanity.


Radiohead. Come on, "I'm a creep, I'm a blahblahha" I relate to that! Its like Thom knows me! So I don't understand half the lyrics, I have no problem with that because the music is awesome. I'm probably alone in this, but when I'm sad happy music just makes me sadder. Give me some melancholy Radiohead to cheer me up. I still love them.

Beck rocks. He's so simultaneously weird and hilarious he's either totally wasted, or he's a friggin' genius. And the cool thing about Beck is that his music is constantly evolving. No two albums are the same.


Ah, Garbage; the sum of all my teenage angst! Garbage is appropriately named because they kind of suck. But, they sucked to such a degree that they were kind of sweet. That happened a lot in the nineties. I was a big fan of Garbage because they were different. I don't really listen to them anymore.

Other bands that rocked the nineties: Nirvana, Live, Weezer, Foo Fighters, Rage Against the Machine, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Beastie Boys, Bush? Gavin what the heck are you talking about? And what the flip is Glycerine?

Oh yeah, and I hereby tag Brittany, Emily, Gina, Angie, and Angie B.