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    Tuesday, July 26th, 2005
    11:55 pm
    reentering the atmosphere
    So it's been a few months since i've posted something on here. I've been spending my time being Atlas with the world of Fourth Wall on my shoulders.

    Rather than drench my first post back with the somber picking apart of all the gray emotions i've been feeling lately, I'm going to post something brief and possibly cheerful.

    I think it's important that everyone has a moment or a familiar feeling that they keep inside of themselves and invoke when they are feeling down or depressed. Having something that makes you feel good that you can easily access in your memory is key to cutting through those feelings of despair and hopelessness that can engulf us at any given moment. One of mine is the feeling right before a first kiss. When you look at someone and understand that they have feelings of attraction towards you and you gravitate towards them in euphoria. I like those kinds of moments. I really like having strong significant connections to other people and when I am feeling down it's thoughts like those that ground me and keep me from floating off to oblivion.

    Current Mood: contemplative
    Current Music: Tom Petty - Wildflowers
    Thursday, May 12th, 2005
    12:55 am
    It's right behind you and it's a spider!
    Well I just saw the most successful highschool performance in my home towns recent history. It was pretty brilliant and enjoyable and astonishingly well supported. Which I think is great especially considering it was THE very last performance ever to be done in the Barry Auditorium, the little pond most of us swam around and grew our legs in before taking the journey to the great big ocean. I would say the place was filled to 90% capacity. unbelievable.

    Anyway huge high fives to the very talented Sydnie, Kelsey and Lauren.

    One other thing worth mentioning is that i'm pondering keeping up with live journal more for the sole reason of giving my "Surreal moment of the week" if you know me well you'll know that I for some reason tend to expiriance an abnormal amount of surreal moments... without any mind inducing substances...most of the time anyway. This week I have two:

    First one was Mother's day, Me, my step mom, my grandmother and my cousin Sam who is living with us all went out to a resteraunt to eat. Everything was fine and dandy when I took out two cards and handed them to my mom and grandmom, they read them and kodack moments were about to be made when my cousin turns and says "Where is my card?" I laughed at him assuming he was joking. Then a moment later I took out a paint color chart and a list of colors my mom is leaning towards since we are having the house painted and she wanted to show my grandomther and get her opinion. I handed them to Sam so I could grad something else and he opens up the piece of paper the color preferences are written on with this excited look on his face. The look imediately vanishes and he turns and goes "This is just a list of colors!" and I gave him a strange look and said "Yeah what did you expect?" and he gives me this incredulous look "a card!".... What? Now I want to point out two things here: One, he is dead serious, there is no hint of humour in his voice what-so-ever in fact there is a distinct twinge of hurt and jealousy in there. Two, Sam is a twenty year old man who, as far as I know, has never FATHERED any children never mind MOTHERED any. So I think its understandable when I ask "Sam you didn't really expect me to get you a card did you?" and he mumbles "Well I just think that if you get something for some people you should get it for everybody." and I'm completely at a loss here. "Sam it's MOTHERS day not DISTANT MALE COUSINS day." and at this point he got huffy and just started saying "drop it Vinny just drop it." which I did until now where i'm entering it as a "SURREAL MOMENT OF THE WEEK!!!"

    Numero duo: Tonight while watching the high school musical review, between scenes from The Sound of Music and Merrily We Roll Along, the girls of the cast leave their dance costumes and period clothes backstage to saunter out in garters and teddys and perform "All That Jazz". Now i'm in no way shape or form conservative I never use phrases like "racy" or "scandalous" seriously. But I pretty much felt as if the actresses said "Okay the musical portion of our show is done now it's time for us to do some soft core porn." Oh and there was no singing, not a single member of the cast was singing at any point during this, they had the soundtrack playing through the speakers as they basically slinked around in their undies. Now don't get me wrong, it was a good performance. Dancing? Genious. I just don't go to a high school production and sit between one students grandparents and another girls mom and dad and baby sister expect to see them come out in victoria secret wear and slide around on each others laps. I wasn't embarrassed or scandalized at all, although judging by the silence breaking gasps I heard those were the moods of the moment, I just couldn't really comprehend what I was seeing. It was, well surreal.

    Current Mood: contemplative
    Current Music: All of the damn showtunes stuck in my head
    Wednesday, May 11th, 2005
    2:41 am
    Save yourself, make them happy
    This is kind of funny - a friend of mine interning for UPN found out that there was going to be a sitcom starring D.L. Hughley and it was going to be called "On the D.L." I really want to know what it was going to be about and who exactly killed that project. I hope it was Mr. Hughley who woke up in a cold sweat thinking "On the D.L.? ON THE D.L.?!! On the Down low? On the me? What the fuck? No, no, my career hasn't plumetted to that level yet." If you have any guesses as to what the plot of this sitcom might have been please share.

    And in other news i've got nothing. I have been thinking though that stress should be a tangible malady that you can go to the doctor and have removed. "Do you see it doc? Can you just pop that stress right out through my nose or something?" "Sure can son, that'll be $30,000"

    Current Mood: sleepy
    Current Music: Yeah Yeah Yeahs - "Maps"
    Wednesday, May 4th, 2005
    3:13 am
    Photoshop of horrors
    Let's see how short and sweet I can make this entry. I've gotten a chance to check out some kids programming with my little cousin last weekend and I was pretty surprised at how great the tween oriented cartoons are now. Off the top of my head Kim Possible and Brace-face stand out, both very clever and don't treat their audience like short attention spanned morons which I think is a plus. One show that really got my attention was "O'grady" you may not have heard of it because its trapped on an obscure cable channel called Noggin which seams to be the home of all the WBs failed family sitcoms. O'Grady is a great show about a quartet of highschoolers living in a town where bizarre things happen on a daily basis, like your head dissappears if you apologize for something or suddenly the entire town becomes completely impervious to pain one day stuff like that. But best of all it has the same writers and some of the voice actors from one of my favorite shows of all time "Dr. Katz". I need Dr. Katz to come out on DVD like I need microwavable food. And if you know me well, I NEED microwaveable food. I also need another station like cartoon network or comedy central to pick up O'Grady because a show like that shouldn't have to waste away in a place called "The N network" wedged between some crappy show called Degrassi and Moesha reruns. It's just not right.

    The last show I saw with my cousin last weekend was a show called "Phil of the Future". Simple premise: Phil and his family are from th future and get stuck back in time in our year and have to adjust to our old fashioned ways. Live action and GOD AWFUL. There is more subtle acting in a soap opera death scene. But the show gave me a workable idea for a more adult geared sitcom: Basically the idea is a teen or college age girl living roughly 30 or 40 years in the future and working at a Youth Spa. Except since its the future the treatments wouldnt be like botox or anything like that but actual youth. Like an 80 year old woman could walk in their and walk out 18. The show could both deal with her at her job and with her family and since it would only be the near future it would be loaded with a lot of current issues and social commentary. Like a live action Futurama but 50 years in the future instead of 1000. Actual no that i'm explaining it, it kind of sounds pretty bad. Oh well, it's good to have some bad ideas to throw out there to make your other ideas sound even better. It's almost 4 am, I have no idea what i'm talking about. And so much for short and sweet.

    Current Mood: exhausted
    Current Music: Baby Love Child by Pizzicato 5
    Thursday, April 28th, 2005
    11:13 pm
    So I figured, since I myself and the majority of my friends are planning on moving out to L.A. at some point in each of our aspiring careers, that I would post this very poignant and accurate description of the City of Angels I found in a book about the Doors:

    "Los Angeles is a welcoming paradise built out of an unforgiving desert: a palace of hopeful dreams as well as a repository of soul-sapping nightmares. LA seems to promise that anything can happen, but there's no telling whether it will be delightful, dreary or demented. There are no guarantees: inspiration and demoralization may swoop upon a resident at one and the same moment."

    - from 'When the Music's Over' by Chuck Crisafulli

    So there you go. Welcome to the capitol of the entertainment world.... I wonder what the 'make it or break it' city is for young starry eyed short order cooks.
    Tuesday, April 26th, 2005
    6:25 pm
    Drinking banana pepsi in Nonsense Alaska
    So I had one of those moments the other day where a fond memory comes flooding back. That actually happens to me alot, mostly because the majority of my life up until around age 14 is the kind of stuff I don't particularly like to remember. but this was good, I remembered who my first big celebrity crush was. I was twelve years old and I was utterly and completely in love with... Lisa Loeb. Dead serious. I wanted to marry her. I wanted her to sing "Stay" about me. Anyway I got over it, kind of. (If she's currently single and anyone knows like a friend of hers and wants to help set things up i wouldn't be opposed) But one this remembering the crush made me think of is how partial I am to female singer/songwriters. Like I could go to Lilith fair concerts and enjoy it. I mean I usually pop in some female music artist when i'm writing female characters because I feel it helps me get a handle on them better and I guess it works from the feedback I get, but I also get this personal vibe from them, I really dig lady singer/songwriters. There. I said it.

    So here's to all the ladies that have influence me with their music: Lisa Loeb; Sophie B. Hawkins; Linda Perry, Christa Hillhouse and Dawn Richardson from 4 Non Blondes; Joni Mitchell; Sarah McLachlan; Chan Marshall a.k.a. Cat Power; Annie Lennox; Deborah Harry from Blondie; Kim Deal of the Pixies and the Breeders; Cindy Lauper; Dolores O'Riordan of the Cranberries; Petula Clark; Suzanne Vega; All of the Go Go's but especially Belinda Carlisle; Aimee Mann; Ms. Janis Joplin; Jewel... sometimes; Melissa Ethridge; Nico; Alanis; Sheryl Crow; And even Courtney Love, who in a very weird way reminds me of my mom.

    Current Mood: good
    Current Music: Any of the above
    Tuesday, April 12th, 2005
    5:04 pm
    Ted Williams is ahead
    Yeah so yesterday was rockin'. It was opening day at Fenway park and being neck deep in my current baseball fixation I had to go on down.

    A quick note on me and baseball. First of all most of the people who have known me for a while scratch their heads and wonder where this came from - I was never a die hard Sox fan in highschool; only in the past three years have I bought any Red Sox paraphenilia; In fact many people have heard me mention how I ended up making out with a girl the last time I actually attended a game at Fenway and didn't pay attention to what was going on on the field at all... and that was a Red Sox/Yankees game and my dad got me field box seats. So to answer any confusion I have this to say: I've always been a closet baseball fan. Baseball has always been the sport that appealled to me most entertainment-wise. My father took me to a lot of Red Sox games at fenway and a lot of Celtics games at the Garden growing up and the magical feeling is infinitely most apparent sitting in the stand waiting for a foul ball than sitting in the stand watching a shot from the foul line. So in the same fashion that a gay man or woman always deep down knows they are gay and then finally admit it and embrace their sexuality, so am I embracing my love and affection for baseball. It's not just the Red Sox, i've been watching every game they play on TV thus far - even Royals games. And i'm not jumping on any trendy band wagon, friends can attest that i've been preoccupied with the Sox and other teams way before Fever Pitch, way before Damon was on Leno, even before we won the world series. I've been hard core defending the Sox in New York since 2001. But I believe that i'm part of the same collective unconcious that led Steven King and Stewart O'Nan to start writing their book Faithful in 2004; that led the Farrelly brothers to adapt a Nick Hornby book into a film about the Sox in late 2003 and that caused ticket sales to rapidly sky rocket in the 2003 and 2004 season. It was like magically everyone knew that something big would happen last year. So here I am now thoroughly obsessed with the game and I went down to experience opening day...

    So how much fun can one have a a ball field with no ticket and 16 bucks in his pocket? 5 barrels of monkeys worth - at least. I took the T down to Copley and decided to take the walk down the way most people attending the game would since they can't find parking anywhere near Fenway. It was cool hearing all the excitement over who the suspect to be at the ring ceremony and how badly the think we'll beat the Yankees etc.

    I get to the park and take out my handy disposible camera cursing the fact that I haven't upgraded to digital or a camera phone or anything, but this is the guy who decided a few years ago to blow $120 on a polaroid camera because its retro. So what most of the tourists are hoping, with their big lunking high tech camera and cam corders in hand is for a player or a legend or John Henry or Ben Afleck to come strolling down Yawkey way, what i'm hoping for with my dinky disposible is to find some of the craziest wackos sporting Shilling and Ramirez jerseys. Neither me nor the tourist were having much luck, though I did snap some photos of the guy that dresses in a Sox uniform and walks on stilts throwing a sponge ball to people. He was neat. There were so huge crowds and some interesting sound bites from people, I should have opted to bring a tape recorder instead maybe. I got to see the new 2004 world champion banners up close which made the trip worth it and then went to go find a place to kick back and watch the ceremony and the game.

    Most of the bars and clubs in the general area were closed off to the general public to host parties sponsered by businesses and radio stations. I figured I wasn't going to be able to get into any of those so I planned to walk back down towards the commons and see if I could find a dive somewhere tuned to NESN. However just as I was about to leave a big WAAF banner caught my eye and I got an idea.

    I walked over to the door of the Boston Billiard Club and started chatting up the woman in charge. She tells me that she's the promotions director at AAF and we chat for a few minutes more and then I step away for a moment to make a phone call. I call my former boss at Q104 in New York who also happened to work at AAF a few years ago when he lived in Beantown. I tell him about what i'm doing and he's psyched. So I walk back over to Julie the promotions Director and asked "Hey do you know Jon Clarke? He used to work for AAF..." and she cuts me off "Of course I know Jon Clark! I love him, he was my boss before I got promoted. He's such a great guy?" and I respond "Really? Awsome because i'm on the phone with him right now." And I grin and hand her my cell phone. So I get into WAAF's opening day "Beer Babes and Baseball" party. Which was a blast.

    I make some friends I get some free stuff, including a T-shirt, a red sox year book and a drop kick murphys CD and I get to watch the ring ceremony and game on a big screen while drinking free drinks.

    The game was pretty great but i'm not going to use live journal to recap it. However there was a phenomenal catch made - by me saving a beer from toppling onto these two girls who were sitting on a couch by me.

    All said and done I could have dreamed about yesterday and it wouldn't have turned out as good. It was a big thumbs up day.


    One last thought that i had yesterday while walking down to the park: Derek Jeter can never safely visit Boston. Now first of all i'm really not a Yankee hater, I will never root for them but I this the phrase 'yankees suck' is just funny and ironic. But the rest of the city takes their hatred of the Yanks pretty seriously and Derek Jeter to them is Satan. George W. Bush is safer at a Michael Moore fan club meeting than Derek Jeter is shopping in fanuel hall. Now this isn't really news to anyone but isn't that weird? To not be able to walk around an entire city for the rest of your life? Like imagine if you could never enter the greater Boston area and just walk around without being in harms way. Like the only way Derek Jeter could enter the New England aquarium at any point in his life is either with extreme security surrounding him at all times or by eventually signing with the Red Sox. which, though hilarious as an idea is so amazingly unlikely. And I mean, Nomar and Manny can walk around all five boroughs of NY and not get a single thing thrown at them, they'd probably be asked for autographs. They may get obscenities yelled at them but who doesn't? it's New York. Anyway it's just weird to think about.

    My next entry will probably be baseball free... possibly be baseball free.

    -Vinny

    Current Mood: accomplished
    Current Music: Dropkick Murphys... not Tessie, man am I sick of that song.
    Tuesday, March 29th, 2005
    12:32 am
    Dance lessons for paraplegics
    Why is live journal such a vortex of human despair? I've even found myself joining in the fun of sharing agonizing moments. To anyone who read my last entry - that wasn't a cry for help or anything. That was A) the closest thing to poetry i've written in a while and B) I had momentarily forgotten that when you write something in live journal the whole world can read it. So I broke my own rule. Thats not to say that many of the people on here that write about their woes aren't having a genuinely shitty time nor am I saying they shouldn't share it on here. But my stance is that if you don't want people to comment or make a big deal out of something than you shouldn't make it sound like I big deal in your livejournal. Thats what they make good old fashioned paper and leather journals for.

    So anyway that previous post is the last time you see me turn into a twelve year old goth chick. I'm sticking to more universally internesting and less ominous posts from now on.

    And for one special someone i'm leaving this cryptic message-

    "I am thinking it's a sign
    that the freckles in our eyes
    are mirror images and when we kiss
    they're perfectly aligned
    I have to speculate
    that god himself did make
    us into corresponding shapes
    like puzzle piece from the clay
    And true, it may seem like a stretch
    but it's thoughts like this that catch
    my troubled head when you're away
    and I am missing you to death."

    -the Postal Service "Such Great Heights"

    Current Mood: optimistic
    Current Music: A Mr. Tom Petty
    Wednesday, March 9th, 2005
    4:18 am
    Sunbeams are not made like me.
    I am REALLY bad at holding conversations on the internet. Which blows because with most of my closest pals all the way in New York New York thats the easiest means of communication. I prefer the phone. I won't goes as far as to say I LOVE the phone (give me face to face interaction anyday) but at least with the phone you can put the right inflection on things, your jokes are made in real time and you can sense peoples moods much much better. I still kind of feel like the internet is creepy. I'm not a big fan. So um, sorry if I sound awkward when we are talking on IM.

    Okay so besides my personal grudge against the internet (Go ahead and take a minute and skim over that top paragraph again and then notice what I am logged into to supply that rant to everyone... Irony. In it's dumbest form.) besides that the only other thing worth mentioning is Sex Lies and Duct Tape which I can report is coming along swimmingly. I am almost done with a comprehensible draft, this time it's not the mindless ravings of a young man who had been awake for two solid days running on nothing but Powerblast energy drinks and Sour Patch Watermelon candy, not quite the top of my game. Anyway we'll see how much of an improvement this draft is, i'll hopefully be e-mailing it out to certain folks the week after next.

    I really with I could discipline myself to write in more abundance. I could probably church out a screen play or stage play a month if I put as much time and energy into my craft as I do say picking out winning pepsi bottles with free songs from iTunes. I wanted every one to start calling me nasty names if I don't have some semblance of a second script by May, thats is if you don't already. For those who do already call me nasty names i'd like you to kick it up a notch to spitting on the ground when my name is mentioned. That would help me out a ton.

    I'm going to stop here, i'm even weirding myself out. Oh and the icon? Yeah I changed it again. I was feeling the others out and seeing how it went. I think i'll stick with this one for a while though.

    -Over Tired in Boston

    Current Mood: discontent
    Current Music: Chutes Too Narrow
    Friday, March 4th, 2005
    8:42 pm
    It only hurts when I sing...
    Couple of things -

    Firstly I went to church last sunday. Kind of a big deal, it's been over a year since i've been in a church and about 8 or 9 years since I stepped foot in a babtist church, which good reason - this is where a lot of nutjobs take good ideas and turn them into narcissistic insanity. But I made a discovery in this guilt trip triggered pit stop into the bowels of my childhood. Okay growing up I got a really bad opinion of what being christian meant, mostly because the folks that were around in these churches were all interested more in the message that you need to send a check to their church or your soul is in danger or you need to make sure you burn as many Harry Potter books to save our children from satanism. This, I think, is the image a lot of us have when it comes to Christians, the Jerry Farwell 'Hey look at me! I'm so holy! God's my best friend because he told me Tinki Winki is gay!'. The problem is that theres like 70% of people that go to church and believe in God and Jesus and the whole deal and don't think you are going to hell because you don't think exactly like them. There are christians that are just as open minded and neat as our jewish, Buddhist or atheist pals. The problem is that they get a bad wrap because they are less interested in lime light and being personal minister to the president and more interested in helping make sure that poor kids don't die from over exposure. Anyway all i'm saying is that there are some good decent christians, they're out there.

    With that said, as much as things change they stay the same. After church sunday I attended a reception where a group of the aforementioned 'bad' christians were having a conversation at the table behind me. The convo was about 'Science: Does it have a place in the church? In the world in general? Did God make science or did satan?' The answer to these questions are evidently: No, No and most certainly. A great sound bite to emphasis how ridiculous this chat was is this:

    Man: You know a very famous scientist even said on his death bed 'all of the things I believed in, everything I've said is a lie.' I can't remember if it was Newton or Freud.

    Woman: Oh it was Einstein. And he then said that the only truth is the lord Jesus Christ.

    Okay so Einstein, the author of the theory of relativity and scores of other keen scientific finds that we use in every day life, was about to die and just said 'fuck it. theres no such thing as a "speed" to "light" it's bogus. We all know that light comes from Jesus' smile AND NOTHING ELSE!"

    For those who are curious they actually were thinking of a true deathbed statement but not Einstein's. They were thinking of something Charles Darwin said as he was on his last legs. What he actually said was along the lines of 'All of my works and everything i've discovered I fear has been misconstrued and distorted'. Someone that didn't like social darwinism heard this and went 'woopee! Now I can Fuck up his reputation' and thus the 'All my beliefs are a lie' myth was created.

    I also heard that the person who first published the theory of gravity said it was complete bullshit and the only thing keeping up stuck to the earth is our refusal to believe in Tony Robbins.



    Okay the other big thing on my mind lately is how I wish I knew more people who aren't afraid to be silly or funny and clever in an embarrassing way. There is a lot of truth to that trite old saying 'life is about chances'. I truelly believe that the funniest most exciting moments are created when a person puts down their comfort zone and their preoccupation with what looks cool and goes and does something potentially outrageous and embarrassing. And of course there need to be moderation and foresight involved, Vanessa and Ariane are my only friends who would at the drop of a hat climb up on a table and Belt out a Van Morrison tune for everyone with me but they are almost sociopathic in their acts of 'letting loose and being fun'. For example, I love them both till death do us part but when you make fun of an armed guard in Grand Central Station to his face, that death is going to be sooner rather than later. So my dream friend would be a happy medium, someone who can sense just the right time to dress up like a pelican dance around Fanual hall. I just feel sometimes that in my quest to be entertaining I get worn out because everyone wants to be the audience and no one wants to be the performer with me. I don't want to be alone in this.... I bet that girl that owns a pair of overall and need a name patch so she can fight zombies is a performer and not so much an audience member. I should find her. If she should read this, she should e-mail me at Myspecialfx@aol.com, I may not own any overalls but I too fight zombies.

    "So good and
    we ain't gonna change now
    The world is unaware
    aaaaahhhaahhahah
    So if you want
    Go on and stare
    'cause we don't care"

    -The Offspring "Me & My Old Lady"

    Vinnie

    Current Mood: contemplative
    Current Music: Joy Division
    Saturday, February 26th, 2005
    1:59 am
    Gorgeous like the sunrise and i'm so happy to see you.
    I've finally gone back into my obsessive music listening. This is good because the more I sit and listen to music the more I write. Since new years for some reason my music listening habits have mostly been restricted to car rides and showers. So there's that slump i've crawled out of. Now if only I can find a healthy balance between writing and MVP Baseball 2005.

    One thought on above mentioned video game - by accomplishing certain feats in the game you earn points and can "unlock" dead players and old uniforms and such. I'd like this to be a system in real life as well as extra incentive for baseball players "Come on man, we gotta make this play so we can score enough points to brink Ted Williams back from the grave!"

    My last thought of the evening is that I think i'm ready to act again. I REALLY haven't acted in a while. Like I know a lot of you feel like it's been some time since you acted but for me it's been since my senior year of highschool. I know i've done bit parts here and there but thats mostly all playing myself. I think i'd be a lot better at it now. I mean hell, I dated a theatre professor I must have picked up some techniques right? So um, watch out! because this summer i'm auditioning.


    -Vin

    P.S.

    I really feel my journal name is horribly misleading. For those of you who don't know Lauren named my account, not me. If I had picked the name it would have been "uProbablyShouldntHeartVinny"

    Current Mood: hopeful
    Current Music: Paul Simon
    Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005
    1:24 am
    You're cute when you're naked.
    Okay new plan: I'm retiring from my student status and quiting the theatre and entertainment industries and I'm moving to Seattle where i'll start a chain of used food stores. Then while i'm raking in all the dough from that i'll work on my pet project which is the joining of Charlotte's Web and Animal Farm into one book. When i'm bored with all that i'll cash in my chips and start a really interesting cult.

    What i'm ACTUALLY doing is pondering the dreaded question of where to finish out my last two semesters. So Long Island didn't work out, New York is a hellova town and some of my favorite people are there. On the other hand, Boston's my home city and Emerson being kind of sexy and seductive to me all of the sudden. If anyone has any two or three cents they want to through into this debate please do. Any and all suggestions would be welcome. I really don't want to hurt either cities feelings.

    -VeeNee

    Current Mood: dorky
    Current Music: Dinosaur Jr.
    Monday, February 14th, 2005
    12:00 am
    I'll tell you when you're older
    So working on this new script is basically my life right now. It didn't take the place of a whole lot but I have more dreams about typing than I do about like being chased or trying to open something that I can't open, which is extra sad in my opinion. The big thing i'm having trouble getting my head around is that this plot involves "logic" and "reality", two things I think we all know i'm not completely accustomed to. The point is that I want this one to be, what's the word?... good.

    What I have come up with is a ten page manifesto on how much I loath art-hacks. For those of you who are not me and can't read my mind, an 'art-hack' is someone who talk constantly with everyone about how fantastically great they are at singing, comedy, acting, whatever but in reality has the talent of carrot top or William Hung. The difference is: Carrot Top and Mr Hung have made it and are quasi-successful and probably did it without telling everyone they know how enormously special they are.

    You can most easily identify an art-hack by hearing them say over and over "I'm going to be the next _______" the blank could be Jim Carey or Madonna or Dane Cook or whatever. The other quick way to identify an Art-Hack is they will be at a completely mundane place talking to people about all the star studded, amazing times they have when they aren't at that current location. Like they'll be at a S'barro's with a bunch of people and someone would be like "I think it would be cool to meet Conan O'Brian" and the Art-Hack will chime in with "Oh Conan? Yeah he's a really great guy. A friend. Actually i'm supposed to call him back later today. I met him at Missy Elliots when I helped throw her surprise birthday party." These stories always beg the question 'If you threw missy elliot a surprise party what are you doing here?'. The answer I guess is that Missy Elliot was busy that afternoon and couldn't come out to S'barros, who knows. The point is art-hacks are annoying and like I said I have nine and a half more pages of this rant but i'll spare you all the rest. I'm considering passing it in as one of my essays for my transfer to Emerson, that might be fun and maybe a little hypocritical. Or a lot hypocritical.

    Oh today is Valentine's day. The day St. Valentine got all of the candy hearts out of Ireland and then some babies shot arrows at lonely people. If that's not what really happened then I don't know. Frankly if Valentines day were Christmas, i'd be Jewish. But I do like the shoddy excuse to go out and buy stuff for people. Sarcasm aside- I like using the holiday to subtly give the thumbs up to my muse, whoever she may be, and get a small gift that says "thanks for the muse-ing". It's good for Karma and everyone wins.

    -A. Vincent

    Current Mood: calm
    Current Music: The I Am Sam Soundtrack
    Tuesday, February 1st, 2005
    2:21 am
    Sounds about right
    I'm Joshua Abraham Norton, the first and only Emperor of the United States of America!
    Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
    From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

    Born in England sometime in the second decade of the nineteenth century, you carved a notable business career, in South Africa and later San Francisco, until an entry into the rice market wiped out your fortune in 1854. After this, you became quite different. The first sign of this came on September 17, 1859, when you expressed your dissatisfaction with the political situation in America by declaring yourself Norton I, Emperor of the USA. You remained as such, unchallenged, for twenty-one years.

    Within a month you had decreed the dissolution of Congress. When this was largely ignored, you summoned all interested parties to discuss the matter in a music hall, and then summoned the army to quell the rebellious leaders in Washington. This did not work. Magnanimously, you decreed (eventually) that Congress could remain for the time being. However, you disbanded both major political parties in 1869, as well as instituting a fine of $25 for using the abominable nickname "Frisco" for your home city.

    Your days consisted of parading around your domain - the San Francisco streets - in a uniform of royal blue with gold epaulettes. This was set off by a beaver hat and umbrella. You dispensed philosophy and inspected the state of sidewalks and the police with equal aplomb. You were a great ally of the maligned Chinese of the city, and once dispersed a riot by standing between the Chinese and their would-be assailants and reciting the Lord's Prayer quietly, head bowed.

    Once arrested, you were swiftly pardoned by the Police Chief with all apologies, after which all policemen were ordered to salute you on the street. Your renown grew. Proprietors of respectable establishments fixed brass plaques to their walls proclaiming your patronage; musical and theatrical performances invariably reserved seats for you and your two dogs. (As an aside, you were a good friend of Mark Twain, who wrote an epitaph for one of your faithful hounds, Bummer.) The Census of 1870 listed your occupation as "Emperor".

    The Board of Supervisors of San Francisco, upon noticing the slightly delapidated state of your attire, replaced it at their own expense. You responded graciously by granting a patent of nobility to each member. Your death, collapsing on the street on January 8, 1880, made front page news under the headline "Le Roi est Mort". Aside from what you had on your person, your possessions amounted to a single sovereign, a collection of walking sticks, an old sabre, your correspondence with Queen Victoria and 1,098,235 shares of stock in a worthless gold mine. Your funeral cortege was of 30,000 people and over two miles long.

    The burial was marked by a total eclipse of the sun.

    Current Mood: complacent
    Current Music: Simon and Garfunkle
    Saturday, January 29th, 2005
    3:20 am
    Sports are for girls.
    Okay so two big events two weekends in a row. Yes that's right little Donnie, the superbowl is one. Can anyone name the other? Anyone? No not the superbowl pregame show. Think really hard. Here's a hint, we've been leading up to it for oh about two and a half years now. Can anybody think of what it is? No Susie, not the new episode of 'Desperate Housewives'. It's the Iraq election you idiots! The Iraqi elections happening this sunday!

    Anyway, my favorite reaction to bringing up the fact that there are these democratic elections coming up in Iraq is any version of this:

    "Who gives a fuck about 'Iraqi Elections'?! They're just going to elect another terrorist anyway. We should just blow the who country up for what they did to us on September 11th. Or did you forget 9-1-1 and all those people who died?"

    You'd be amazed at how many people have been responding this way, and ironically I'm finding it's the same people who over the summer if you asked why we were at war would go "This is operations Iraqi Freedom. Those peoples were enslaved by an evil man. And we beat him so now we are over there rescuing the peoples."

    So that's what's driving Vinny crazy this week. Plain old ignorance of the red white and blue variety. And if while reading this the words 'anti-american' came to mind this is my response: I'm not anti-american, i'm pro-american and anti-you. Letting freedom ring involves reading a newspaper every once in a while. Grumble grumble.

    -Vinny

    P.S. - Winner of the superbowl: Pats by 7
    Winner of the Iraqi Elections: Shiite's by 13% (assuming a 2% descrepancy for blowed up voters.

    Current Mood: cranky
    Current Music: The Beatles 'Abby Road'
    Thursday, December 30th, 2004
    10:49 pm
    Awsome-sauce
    Okay i just want to breifly bring attention to the woman I intend on marrying some day. I do not know what she looks like, I don't know her name. In fact I only really know three things about her but here was the phone conversation we had today:

    Me: "Hello, Newbury Comics."

    Her: "Hi um I was wondering if you sell patches"

    Me: "Yes we do."

    Her: "Do you have any with names on them? Not like band names. Just like people names."

    Me: "Yeah what name are you looking for."

    Her: "No any name. just not a band name."

    Me: "Okay let me go check."

    Her: "It doesn't even have to be a name it could just be like a phrase."

    Me: "Sure."

    Her: "You probably think i'm weird."

    Me: "No i'm just really curious what this is for."

    Her: "*giggle* okay well I fight zombies and I have overalls and I need a patch for new years."

    Me: "....."

    Her: "So do you have any?"

    Me: (starts reading all of the non band name patches. comes across an 'I Heart Jesus' patch.)

    Her: "Yes! Yes! what does it look like?"

    Me: "It's black and it has white letters and says I heart jesus."

    Her: "Oh my god it's perfect. Thats the one. Thank you so much. How late are you open?"

    Me: "Till 10"

    Her: "Awsome sauce! catch you on the flip side."

    Okay so nevermind the fact that she just ended her conversation with 'awsome sauce', these are the three great things that I know about her:

    1)she fights Zombies

    2) She doesn't nessisarilly wear overalls but she owns a pair.

    and 3) on New Years eve she will be wearing a patch that says I heart Jesus.

    If you see this girl please give her my number so I can propose to her ASAP.


    catch ya on the flip side

    -Vinny

    Current Mood: loved
    Current Music: The Police
    Friday, December 3rd, 2004
    3:39 pm
    Why the hell not
    Memorize this. there will be a quiz later.


    ----------------- THE BASICS------------------
    -- Name: Anthony Vincent Ularich IV
    -- Birthday: November 11, 1982
    -- Nicknames: Vinny, Vincenzo,
    -- Favorite band: The Cars, The Velvet Underground, A Perfect Circle

    -----------------YOU PREFER------------------
    -- Pepsi or coke: Pepsi all the way
    -- McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald
    -- Adidas or Nike: This is a question one would ask like a 15 year old suburban kid that tells people he was actually born in Compton or Bed-Stuy and not Saugus Massachussetts
    -- Chocolate or vanilla: Stevie Wonder teaches us to all live in harmony, that's why I drink black and white milk shakes.
    -- Cappuccino or coffee: None of the above. Coffees a drug.

    -----------------DO YOU------------------
    -- Smoke: Define "smoke"
    -- Cuss: 'Round these pahts we say "swear"
    -- Take a shower everyday: two in the morning and one at night
    -- Have a crush(es): Like a school girl
    -- Who are they?: I do believe I would like to kiss Alison Lohman on the lips
    -- Do you think you've been in love?: Define "smoke"
    -- Want to go to college: Again? Yes.
    -- Liked high school: take away the classes and the work and you've got one big Manhatten socialite party except for teenagers, what's not to like?
    -- Want to get married: yes or at least have a life long live-in relationship
    -- Type w/ your fingers on the right keys: does anyone really particularly care about this one?
    -- Believe in yourself: Only because people like Whitney Huston and Robert Downey Jr. give me the strength
    -- Get motion sickness: in cars, when someone ugly is sitting next to me
    -- Think you're attractive: Moderately
    -- Get along with your parents: 1 out of 4 ain't bad.
    -- Like thunderstorms: Like a puppy loves greeting cards
    -- Play an instrument: poorly

    ------------IN THE PAST MONTH HAVE YOU----
    -- Done a drug: got high on life a couple time… oh and there was the booze and pot
    -- Have Sex: fresh.
    -- Made Out: and made out well I might add
    -- Gone to the mall: more times than I can stomach
    -- Eaten sushi: no no no no no, living in New York for any amount of time will turn you off from that pretty quick
    -- Been on stage: only to say hello
    -- Gone skating: not at all.
    -- Made homemade cookies: Only when I'm pretending to be someones grandmother, who comes up with these questions?
    -- Been in love: Too close to call
    -- Dyed your hair: not yet
    -- Stolen anything: only the hearts of a nation. I think the nations located somewhere in eastern europe

    -----------------HAVE YOU EVER------------------
    -- Flown on a plane: yes ma'am
    -- Missed school because it was raining?: missed a class or two maybe.
    -- Told a guy/girl that you liked them?: I like you. Yes you. The person that's reading this. You and only you. Specifically…. There I did it. Next question.
    -- Cried during a movie?: no but I cried after the "New Guy" because I realiezed that was 10 dollars I'd never see again.
    -- Ever thought an animated character was hot?: Uh Splinter from The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles anyone?….But no seriously, I have. Both Disney and squaresoft make some hot babes.
    -- Had an imaginary friend: Who do you think is feeding me these answers?
    -- Been on stage?: More times than my priest has been to a playground.
    -- Cut your hair: my hair likes to get cut. It says it takes the pain away.
    -- Had crush on a teacher?: Dated one for quite a while.
    -- Gotten beaten up: No. If you are surprised by this, you're an asshole.
    -- Been in a fight: mostly verbal

    -----------------THE FUTURE------------------
    -- Age you hope to be married: 26 or 27 at the earliest. No need to rush into things.
    -- Numbers and Names of Children: eh two, two and a half, three if the first few work out. Pokey and Scooter are names ive been throwing around. It just depends on how sane or not so sane their mother is.
    -- How do you want to die?: Assassination
    -- What do you want to be when you grow up?: King of all media, or a monk
    -- What country would you most like to visit?: Australia

    -----------------OPPOSITE SEX------------------
    -- Best eye/hair color: glow in the dark purple eyes and hair that steals its color from the meadows. I think I read that someone. I really don't care what color her eyes could be or her hair as long as she has a beautiful personality, a nice face and a badonkadonk.
    -- Short or long hair: either, it depends on the lady…. No fatties.
    ------------Favorites-------------------
    -- Shampoo: Head and Shoulders
    -- Fav Color: Purple, well more Blue and Red together.
    -- Day/Night: I'm a night person
    -- Summer/Winter: Summer, that's Fourth Wall time.
    -- Lace or Satin: To eat? I dunno. What kind of gothic questionnaire is this. Do I look like a seamstress? Hmm?
    -- Fave Food: Chicken and Ziti Alfredo
    -- Fave sports stars: Pokey Reese

    ----------------RIGHT NOW------------------
    -- Wearing: Vans, Jeans, blue boxers, a green long sleave button up shirt.
    -- Thinking about: what it would be like to be a sea captain
    -- Listening to: New Nirvana Box Set Disc 2

    ---------------IN THE LAST 24 HRS------------------
    -- Cried: what person cries every 24 hours?… let me rephrase that, what person that's not a teenage girl, a woman going through menopause or a sensitive man of the 90s cries every 24 hours?
    -- Worn jeans: wearin' them
    -- Met someone new online: unfortunatly
    -- Done laundry: I should have
    -- Drove a car: couldn't even if I wanted to
    -- Talked on the phone: yep

    ----------------DO YOU BELIEVE IN--------------
    -- Your friends: of course. Except when it comes to making plans. We've tried that. It doesn't work
    -- Santa Claus: Santa Claus is dead.
    -- Tooth Fairy: If so she's probably be great to make out with
    -- Destiny/Fate: two good names for daughters that I will have.
    -- Angels: why not?
    -- Ghosts: Scooby debunked that one
    -- UFO's: yes there are Unidentified Flying Objects. Those exist. Aliens? Oh god no.
    -- God: Someone's got to be giving me these messages right?

    --------FRIENDS AND LIFE------------------
    -- Do you ever wish you had another name?: maybe something a little less 'Ethnic' and maybe a first name my parents didn't 'despise'
    -- Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend?: I don't have a girlfriend, I just know a girl who would get very upset if she read that.
    -- Which one of your friends acts the most like you?: Nick is kind of like Vinny Jr. or I'm Nick Sr. or something.
    -- Who have you known the longest of your friends?: Va-Ness-A
    -- Are you close to any family member? My Step mom. And my step cousin is well 'close'
    -- Who do you hang around the most?: I'm an equal opportunity friend.
    -- What's the best feeling in the world?: Acomplishment
    -- Worst Feeling?: A tie between abandonment and rejection.

    Current Mood: complacent
    Current Music: Weezer's Pinkerton album
    Tuesday, November 30th, 2004
    2:28 pm
    Tales of the Beautiful and Moderately attractive.
    Why the update? Because i'm once again "Gainfully employed"..... yipee...!

    Yeah so funny story. I've been technically "un-employed" since the election... a month ago. BUT the DNC has kept me on staff, maybe hoping I still do work or maybe because its so chaotic over there they don't have time to properly fire people, so i'm still a staff member I just don't get paid. It's like being on permanant holiday. But not as fun.
    But it has saved me from embarrassing situations, like a few weeks ago when I was in Blockbuster and the bafoonish kid that works there yet still asks 'so run ronnie run... is that a docu, docu-whatever or something?' when he comes up to me and says "Hey I see you in here alot, you know we are hiring, working here is a lot of fun!" and I look around to see tons of pimple faced high schoolers in blockbuster uniforms talking about death metal bands and how they hate there parents and how the new Chucky movie is going to be so badass I could say "Uh, I already have a job." "whats that?" he says and for a second I wonder if he's actually asking me what the definition of 'job' is. "The democratic party" I say. "Woah! So like when you bought fahrenheit 9/11... that was for work?" I frown. "No that was for my grandmother. for christmas." And I begin to walk to the door. "Wait, but do you think its as fun as working at blockbuster?" he calls after me. I turn around. "Better." I wink.

    So thats one case where i can say "I don't need you, I have a job." But actually I didn't (re read opening paragraph if you need clarification.) So my loafing went on for a few weeks where I got some writing dome, got some cleaning done, got to spend the remaining money in my bank account etc. When I finally decided that my bank account would need to be filled again or it would be a long time before I tasted the sweet taste of buffalo chicken calzones and wouldn't be able to treat my fine fine lady friends to nothin' I went to Newbury Comics to bail me out.
    I went up to there and interview and it went very good considering i'm extremely anxious during interviews this lead to maybe one or two awkward moments when I laughed at a joke I thought the manager made when she was dead serious. Anyway they said they wouldn't be getting back to people till after thanksgiving. Now those who live outside of the fine 50 states of America, you should know that the day immediately following Thanksgiving is the biggest shopping day of the year. It's when a lonely man can stand in the middle of Filenes or bath and body works and accidently get molested by scores of women all day long because of the sheer magnitude of people crowding the stores.
    So it just made sense to me that if they were hiring extra staff it would be before that day. Or at the least like the weekend right after so that any employee's that get put through that day of torture immediately get some time off. But no, I didn't hear anything the day after, or the weekend after and I figured 'if they are going to hire me i'll get a call no later than Monday' Nothing on Monday and I shrugged, wiped the tear from my eye and moved on by binge eating and watching a lot of Buffy the vampire slayer with my cousin.
    However my mom, who's been watching me do an impression of a 400 pound trailer park resident for the past few weeks, finally got a bit fed up and decided I need to more actively persue getting another job. We went on and on for sevral hours about going and filling out applications at 9:30 am and making calls from want ads at 10. And filing with temp agencies and so on. Then this morning she woke me up at 8am so i'd be ready to do all of this. I got up, showered, at a bow of cereal, watched the trash pickup the paper with the want ads in it, sat down and watched some sealab 2021, and got a little sleepy and thought 'what they hey, i'll just go upstairs and read for a few minutes, I can start things up at 10. Well I fell asleep and woke up at 1:00 to my cell phone ringing. It was Newbury comics telling me that I was hired.

    So the moral of the story is: if you want to get a good job you have to wake up early, what you do after that is your business.

    -Vinny


    Oh and my newest live journal theory is that people like your entries more when you mention them somewhere. So Nick, Joe, Sam, Sydnie, Lauren, Maddie, Larvel, John, Anna, Drew, Caitlin, Ariane, Lindsey, Bob, Candice, Chris, Stephanie, Michael, Michael 2, Michael 3, Mikael, Julian, Bobby, Robert, Robbie, Bobert, Zoe, Louie the Pillow and 3 finger Guido, Syvia, Rza, Gza, Carrie, Kerry, Vinny, Vanessa, Vinetian Blinds... You guys are people I know... or don't know. And you... are... Awsome.

    Current Mood: chipper
    Current Music: Brand New
    Wednesday, November 24th, 2004
    1:58 am
    You're my biggest fan
    So today is an especially thumbs-up day. Which is why i'm making an entry. My new philosophy about Live Journal is that it's like a car or a machine gun, never use it while upset. If you are curious about what to do while you are upset look no further than my upcoming book "The art of writing personal thoughts in a diary you keep under your bed, where they stay personal." Penguinpress 2005.
    Anyway thats just my take on this whole internet thing.

    To give an update to anyone interested I'm very close to completing my next script "Sex, Lies and Duct tape" and will be having a reading of it next month. To reward myself for doing the adequate amount of work needed to complete something in a lifetime I bought myself some damn cool toys. The toys in question are the Nirvana box set 'with the lights out, and The Strong Bad DVD set available at homestarrunner.com very cool stuff. If you are around for this thanksgiving lets partake in the joys of Strongbad and Nirvana together. I even want to share these with the people that say I shop too much, I love them most of all.

    And before I go I want to give big thumbs up to the ladies and gents that put together Defying Gravity. It was a good show. I enjoyed it very much. Even Handleman. So now you can all put that on your college apps under awards "Got Big Thumbs Up From Vinny". Most colleges will laugh at this but if you are applying to the Kentucky School of Crafting it may be your in, I have a lot of "clout" there.

    as dumb as always,
    Vinny

    Current Mood: relaxed
    Current Music: Nirvana Box set disc 2
    Friday, October 29th, 2004
    12:36 pm
    Our countries Viagra
    So at 4 o'clock today I'm getting on a plane and flying to the homeplace of Hootie and the Blowfish. That's right, sunny Orlando Florida. While i'm down there i'll see if I can muster us up a new president.
    It's kind of kookyhow this worked out basically I got a call Wednesday morning that my work wanted to fly me to Ohio to help there and I was like "Sure!" who wouldn't? Then yesterday they call me again and say "Wow we're really sorry to do this to you but we won't be sending you to Ohio, you're going to Florida!" So it's an expense paid trip to Orlando Florida I feel like I just went on the game show Double Dare and won. It's a sweet sweet deal.
    But i'm really sorry I can't take you guys with me. I'm going to miss all of you and I hope the parade for the Red Sox is a ball and I hope too many people don't die.
    So that's it. See you all later this week with hopefully the second big win for Boston this fall.

    -V

    Current Mood: excited
    Current Music: P-Lander Z (check them out!)
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