Author: Karel Kerezman

  • Birthday Weekend 2009

    Right off the bat, please allow me a moment to thank everyone who commented, emailed or called with birthday wishes. You all helped make the day better!

    Friday night, Lil’ and I went out to dinner at Kell’s, both of us choosing the lamb stew. Saturday morning, I slept in. Saturday afternoon, I played games with Alex. Saturday evening, Kyla and I went out to dinner at the Broadway Pub & Grill, our favorite “pub grub” dining spot.

    On the “big day” itself, we played games until early afternoon and then visited Lil’ & Geoff’ & Anxiety for a while (the chocolate cake with maple flavored frosting was dee-lish), after which Kyla and I took off to go spend my birthday money gift card. (Lil’ will be chagrined to learn that her efforts resulted in expanding my anime collection. I’ll make it up to her somehow.) We dined at the Red Robin out at Cascade Station… and probably won’t do that again. The burgers were okay, but the “garlic & parmesan” fries… weren’t. Still, that cast only a slight shadow on an otherwise wonderful day. We went back to Kyla’s place to watch my cheesy $10 DVD purchase, Christian “Batman” Bale starring in the “1984 meets Metropolis meets The Matrix” flick, Equilibrium. I liked it, though I won’t claim it’s one of the finest acts of cinema ever produced.

    My haul? Kyla bought me the CD of the “Peter Gabriel and friends” musical project, Big Blue Ball. (Some of you will be tempted to crack wise, here. Go ahead, but it’d better make me laugh…) I haven’t had the chance to listen to the whole thing, but what I’ve heard so far is quite good. As for the gift card purchase… well, turns out that Funimation has finally copped a clue and put out the collection of Fullmetal Alchemist anime DVDs in a semi-convenient two-box format for a not-wholly-astronomical price… that I still wouldn’t have paid my own money for unless I hit the jackpot, but I was delighted to pick up with the help of the gift card! 51 episodes making up one of the finest anime series I’ve ever seen? Huzzah!

    The only downside, really? I had to go to bed earlier than I felt like doing because of the stupid Daylight Savings change… and it didn’t help with the massive jet-lag sensation I’m feeling today. Ah, well.

  • Birthday Presents I DON’T Want

    I’m not asking for or expecting anything in particular for my birthday this year. The economy’s a great big mess, and it’s not like I’ve been such a wonderful person over the last dozen months that I deserve fancy nice things. However… I’d prefer that a couple of items in the schedule for Sunday not take place…

    First up, thanks to a lovely piece of idiocy a few years ago, this Sunday marks the changeover to Daylight Savings Time. That’s right: On my birthday, I lose an hour of sleep and get to fight a sense of jet-lag at work for most of the following week. Joy.

    Then, the weather forecasters are suggesting that we may get a dusting of snow Sunday morning and/or evening. No. I do not want snow. I’ve seen plenty this year. I don’t think I’ve experienced a winter with this many snow events since I moved to Portland in 1989. Yes, I’ve seen more severe winter weather. This whole, “a bit of snow here, a bit of snow next week, a bit more snow a couple of weeks later” thing, though? Totally bizarre. And silly me, I figured that it being partway into March that we’d be done with the stuff.

    Oh, well. I’ll try to enjoy the day anyway. So there, US Government. Take that, Mother Nature.

  • Uncle Pete And His Eyepatch

    In another amusing example of the funny way my life goes, I was just telling The Roomie about my dad and uncles and their musical inclinations on the way home from work yesterday, and who sends me an email today pointing me to a webpage about his old band, The Rites? Uncle Pete Kerezman, that’s who!

    You know, maybe it’s a reflection on my poor memory retention (especially from childhood) or my lack of attention to detail, but I don’t remember Uncle Pete wearing an eyepatch. And yet, apparently, he did just that during the halcyon days of his music career.

    I wonder how many people suggested he dress as a pirate for Halloween…

  • Responsible Adulthood Sucks

    I had a plan for the usable portion of my tax return, that which wasn’t earmarked for state taxes or Alex’s school testing fees. I wanted a camera so I could take the usual array of snapshots as well as working on a couple of creative projects I’ve had in mind for a while now. Research led me to the FujiFilm S2000, a generally well-regarded entry-level not-quite-SLR type of camera. Add a tripod, high-end rechargeable batteries plus charger, and a memory card, then I was looking at somewhere close to $350.

    In other words, my entire pool of spendable funds.

    OR.

    I could be responsible and buy piddly little things I’ve been needing, such as shoes. A replacement set of cutting heads for my shaver. Pants. Groceries. Replacement brushes for my electric toothbrush. I might even have enough left over to pick up a smaller “fun” item or two.

    It’s the right thing to do. I’m just annoyed at myself for taking so long to realize it. Then again… I could’ve come to this conclusion after the fact, eh?

  • Life Soundtrack Meme

    I bumped into this one during some random websurfing today and realized that even though it’s been around for years I never got around to actually posting it. Odd, considering it’s a silly random music meme. I’m all about that, right?

    Anyway. Without further ado, blah blah blah:

    IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
    So, here’s how it works:
    1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
    2. Put it on shuffle
    3. Press play
    4. For every question, type the song that’s playing (feel free to annotate, since snarky commentary is half the fun)
    5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
    6. Don’t lie and try to pretend that you’re cool…

    (I’m fudging on Rule #6 in my usual way: If it’s a foreign-language track or an instrumental, I will use my discretion. If you don’t like it, too bad. My journal, my meme post.)

    Opening credits: “Beastie,” Jethro Tull – Ominous. And yet, the opening lines do describe the arc of one’s life, after a fashion… “From early days of infancy, through trembling years of youth, long murky middle-age and final hours long in the tooth…”

    Waking up: “Hallo Spaceboy,” Pet Shop Boys w/ David Bowie – “Do you like girls or boys” is not what I’m thinking first thing in the morning, for the record.

    First day of school: “Amlapura,” Tin Machine – Er. Never mind the back-to-back Bowie, this just makes no sense whatsoever here. “Never saw in all my life a more shining jewel,” indeed.

    Falling in love: “Back to Back,” Tony Banks – This song has precisely nothing to do with the topic at hand.

    Love scene: “Hollowman,” Econoline Crush – If I’m making love while angsty, shouty alterna-rock plays on a nearby sound system, somebody please slap me.

    Breaking up: “Airhead,” Thomas Dolby – “You ask me, do I love you, does the Pope live in the woods? Quad Erat Demonstrandum, baby (‘Ooo, you speak French!’)” Apparently in this movie version of my life I broke up with someone for being a ditz? Huh.

    Life is good: “Easy Lover,” Philip Bailey w/ Phil Collins – I… don’t know what to say to this except to question on which level of life things are good. Below the waistline, sunshine? (Name that tune. Hah!)

    Mental Breakdown: “Anything,” The Damned – We finally have something that fits the slot to a T. “Anything, anything, anything… is better than THIS!”

    Driving: “Be With Me,” VAST – Wouldn’t this have made more sense earlier on? Could we swap this with the Econoline Crush track? Please?

    Flashback: “Lean To The Inside,” Electronic – A vocals-free track that… actually kind of works. I think. In my warped little brain, anyway. The Tony Banks track earlier in the list would be better, though.

    Getting back together: “Here,” VAST – “Hold me now, you know I am so afraid to love… at all.” Okay, though that’s not really what the song is about as far as I can tell…

    Wedding: “Army of Me,” Bjork – Well, that’s a bit surreal.

    Birth of Child: “Dreaming,” BT – “Walk with me, the future’s at hand, here with us, here where we stand.” Again, not a perfect fit but not completely amiss either… huh.

    Final Battle: “Lament,” KOTOKO – I can think of worse tracks for this slot. (I tend to put the darker, techno-industrial KOTOKO tracks on my music player rather than the bouncey pop fluff.) I approve, though one of the Econoline Crush tracks could be swapped into this slot and work out better than where they ended up…

    Death Scene: “General Crossing,” Jethro Tull – Well, it is all about going over to the other side. In the Cold War, though. Whoops.

    Funeral song: “De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da,” The Police – No, I don’t think so. Couldn’t we have had Clint Mansell’s “Death Is The Road To Awe” in this slot instead? Bah.

    End Credits: “Burnt,” Econoline Crush – It’s… a song, I guess. Once again, Econoline Crush jumps into a slot that it doesn’t quite fit, though. Maybe bring KOTOKO’s “Lament” down here? Hmm.

    And there you have it, such as it is. I hope you were as amused by reading as I was by annotating!

    The purists (if such a word applies here, especially considering how many variants I ran into while coming up with this rendition) who’ve done this one before will note that I’ve left out the “Prom” selection. I doubt that anyone I know will complain.

    Also, these results come from the subset of my library which lives on the portable player. I figured it’d help confine the track selection to things some people might have actually heard of. Stranger things have happened, right…?

  • Another Lost Battle

    I’d love to say that my lack of posting lately is because I’ve been too busy and/or having too much fun to waste time with such mundanities as writing journal posts. That’s not the case, of course. I’ve simply been losing a series of battles against depression, exhaustion, lethargy, frustration, and the loss of temper that comes from those accumulated failures.

    I’d like to not repeat the last 48 hours or so ever again, thank you. And no, I’m not going to detail any of that. This may (supposedly) be a journal, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to run my dirty laundry up the flagpole for everyone’s amusement. Suffice to say that I’m in bad shape and trying to figure out how to turn things around before I really do end up depressed and alone for good.