"Are you familiar with the Shmoo, Mr. Fisher? The Shmoo was a loveable creature, really. Laid eggs...gave milk...and died of sheer ecstasy when looked at with hunger. The Shmoo loved to be eaten. It could taste like any food you desire. Shmoo hide, cut thin, made fine leather. Even Shmoo whiskers made excellent toothpicks. In essence, the Shmoo supplied all of the world's wants."
Please leave a message and let me know if any awesome bands are playing in the near future.
National Bands
Music is such a personal thing, it doesn't boil down to which bands I like, but which songs resonate with me. Depending on my mood I could listen to Bach, or Lady Gaga ( Poker Face is such a horribly catchy song).
Genres that always make me happy: Ska, Irish.
The only thing that never resonates is screamo. It's because I'm a born empath. Instead of paying attention to the music, I can just feel the singer's vocal chords ripping. That kinda throws me outta the mood.
Interests & Hobbies
I've always loved playing bass. I taught myself, and I have decent rhythm and great energy. I'm laid back, and can take orders; but I'm also creative enough to be useful. If you're looking for a bassist, let me know and I'll come audition for you. I can also try my hand at singing, but no promises.
And since work is boring, I guess I can talk about the me who isn't a musician.
I'm a Water Polo and Ultimate Frisbee junkie. If I don't get a game in once a week, or a couple practices, I am a cranky, cranky man.
I'm a Shaman by practice, which isn't all that exciting unless having a small influence on the weather or being able to pull energy from both the earth and the heavens are big deals.
I do still play WoW every so often. Look me up on Norgannon under Lokichan or Lokilaw.
Ultimate Frisbee!!!
Two teams, one frisbee. The object is to score touchdowns.
Rules -
You can't run with the frisbee. Once you catch you can't move until you throw. A couple steps are allowed if you were running before you catch.
It is not a full contact sport. Contact rules are the same as they are in basketball, you can "box-out" but you can't grab or move another player in any way (however, collisions do happen)
You can have one guard on you when you're holding the frisbee and basketball rules apply again, no reaching, just possible deflection defence.
The game is played up to the desired score, win by 2 (we usually play to 10)
After each point scored, the losing team walks to the opposite side of the field, and the scoring team throws off to the other team, then play resumes.
Questions?
Books
I choose what to read by dragging my fingertips over the covers of books and picking what meshes with my energy. It's a fun day at the book store when everyone gives me looks and convinces themselves that I'm a book molester.
Life either goes like a greased up guy on a slip-n-slide, or like a brick in a vat of tar. Either way, I'm here for the ride.
~Dirt 10/13/09
Dear Dirt: I recently figured out that I've gone through enough life to be able to process what happened in high school, and not enough time has passed that you can't consider me a peer. I feel I've experienced a wide variety of high school events, and have come away with a deeper understanding of the entire process. So now it's time to pass that information on. If you feel lost, have a question about how a guy or girl you know is acting, or just feel like you need to vent confidentially, shoot me a message and title it Dear Dirt. I'll post your Dear Dirt letter in my blog after sending you a personal copy either using your name after given permission, or using a silly name pertaining to the situation in the letter. Don't think I know how teenage life works? Challenge me. The game is afoot, my fellow Punkers. Let's see what you've got.
I'm Ben
I'm not bubbly. (Unless you give me something cute and furry).
My friends have started calling me Loki...and I have to admit, they aren't wrong.
Jack Sparrow: Why is the rum gone?
Elizabeth: One: because it is a *vile* drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two: that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire royal navy is out looking for me, do you think there is even the slightest chance they wont see it?
Jack Sparrow: But why is the rum gone?
Both-
You and i are
So awfully different
Too awfully different
To ever be pals
Stewie- do you want to go first?
Brian- yeah i’ll go
Brian- your favorite hero is the marquee de sad
Stewie- oh you're one to talk,* you get a stiffy from phylicia rashad
Brian- oh one time
Stewie- i’ve a style flair, just look at my hip hair
Brian- oh yeah, that’s quite a nice do there
Stewie- oh thanks
Brian- for me to poop on
Stewie- what?
Brian- oh come on you look like charlie brown
Stewie- bite me snoopy
Both-
Theres not,
A whole lot,
That weve got
To agree on
Brian- ‘cause i like the strains of a classical score
Stewie- and i like that singer who looks like a whore
Brian- rickie martin?
Stewie- luv’ ‘em.
Both-
Were too different to ever be pals
Both-
You and i are
(doo doo doop)
So awfully different
(doo doo doop)
Too awfully different
(doo doo doop)
To ever be pals
(doo doo doo doo doo doo dooyadoo doop)
Brian- your head’s as massive as a meteorite
Stewie- oh very funny, you have a weenie like a christmas tree light
Brian- i’d bet money
You’ll marry a honey
Who’s pretty and funny
And her name will be ted
Stewie- oh a gay joke
Brian- i just work with what you give me
Both- you might think we're n*sync, but we stink! as a duo...
Brian- because you get a kick out of carnage and guts
Stewie- and you get a kick out of stroking your-
Brian- whoa, whoa, you can’t say that on t.v.
Stewie- what ego?
Brian- nevermind
Both-
We’re too different to ever be pals!
As far as the visible friend thing goes, The first six are the coolest people I know on this site (in no particular order) and the next six are my newest buddies.
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