A good video to cheer up you sad or bored folk!

Back so soon? Yeah!
So I was just entertained by this little gem of a camcorder recording on youtube. These two Mormon guys get taken to school by a black Christian when they attempt to preach to him:

Nothing

I am tired. I don't know what to write about. I am going to only write sentences that start with I. I like where this is going. I like myself. I like my blog. I like everybody. I think this is getting annoying. I will stop.

Alright, I got that out of my system. Today was a tiring day. I did nothing but go to two boring classes and watch Dexter. Just finished season one. It was amazing. Currently downloading season two! Tomorrow will be a great day 'cause I get to wake up and watch Grey's Anatomy and The Office! Woot! And then hopefully season two is finished downloading and I can get on that!

Aside from that, not much else happened today for me... Oh, yeah, I played some Avenged Sevenfold on my iPod today, first time in a while (I don't know why), specifically one of my all time favorite songs: I Won't See You Tonight (Part 1). The singer wrote the song about his best friend who killed himself. It's one of the most beautiful emotional songs you will ever hear. I put it up there on the level of November Rain (which, as those of you who really know me well know, despite what I may sometimes say about other songs, is definitely my number one all-time favorite). It is actually very similar to November Rain because it's almost 9 minutes long, starts off with a light piano intro and picks up and then finishes with multiple solos. Also, it's a tad harder rock than November Rain, but still just as beautiful. Maybe I like both songs because the guitarists have amazing nicknames; Slash and Synyster Gates.... I just know they're both masterpieces.

For those who are interested:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rCv-1wBHa0

Mermaids.

Just wondering (and by just I mean I've wondered this many times before but it just popped back into my head), how do mermaids pee? I mean they have a face, arms, and hands, and they clearly eat to stay alive, but there are no genitals! For that matter, how do they reproduce??? The females have breasts, as shown to us VERY clearly in The Little Mermaid (which, by the way, WAY TO GO, Disney! Nice example for the little kids! I know you're all about subliminal messaging, but that's just blatant sexual imagery, it's far beyond sublime!) and I really doubt that mermaids are asexual, but neither sex has sexual organs. Hmmm.... a mystery for the ages. Mermaids suck.

But, while we're on the topic, let me entertain you all with a picture I found a little while back, which I just noticed is from a fellow Blogspot blogger:



Haha, you like it? I laughed out loud (LOLed) when I first saw it. Very clever. Out of respect to the author, I will give the url to his blog: http://superpunch.blogspot.com/

PeteyDubz Out!

Sometimes I Wish I Was Nocturnal

I don't know, I just love the nighttime. Especially when it's quiet. Aside from maybe when you're on the toilet, I find it to be the best time to write; not just for school, but creative, personal writing. I love writing lyrics or poetry at night. I love blogging at night.... Then again, I love blogging all the time.... anyway. Even being in Manhattan now, it's rather quiet in this area... and I'm on the Upper East Side. Just a few blocks uptown from here it's regarded as pretty much the beginning of one of the only "bad areas" left. But right now my window's open and aside from the occasional plane or car horn it's silent.

I think this is the reason I usually procrastinate my essays until the last minute. Partly 'cause I like challenging myself (and nothing's more challenging than getting an essay done on time when you it's due in a few hours), but I think that, aside from the tiredness factor, I do my best work at night. It's great to sit back with a scotch or a glass of wine, bundle up in a hoodie and just let the mind flow. That's why I'm procrastinating right now. I love getting myself to the relaxed state by watching a few episodes of a show or just zoning out to music and then having a drink and getting to it. I have an essay due at midnight (which really means by tomorrow morning... as the professor told us herself she doesn't really mind) and I'm just relaxing 'cause it's only 3 pages and it's a perfect night in good old New York...

Along these lines, a great man once said (I don't know who) that if it wasn't for the last minute nothing would ever get done. Genius. Well I think if it wasn't for the nighttime quiet nothing would ever get done. More genius. I just can't ever get myself to write during the day, wherever I am... maybe that's why I like pulling all nighters once in a while. Libraries are too creepy and you can't eat or drink; outside is too annoying with all the joggers, smokers and flying squirrels; and everywhere else it's too loud or busy. At night it's just you, the computer, any food or drink that you'd like, and the creepy neighbor with the binoculars across the street. That's why you've got to close the blinds! It's just you in the comfort of your own room. Ahhhhh. Nice.

So... this is pretty much my most mellow post yet (alliteration alert!... Haha, I just did it again in the parentheses by accident), but it fits my mood. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I will continue to enjoy this lovely night.

Boring Class.

I'm sitting in a boring class. What's up with you guys? I think it's ridiculous how many boring classes that are ridiculously easy that I've had at John Jay... Ive had so many I don't even have stories. This Penology class I'm in now is so easy I just sit here on Facebook all day and don't do the readings and get graded on participation and essays (and the occasional test... all of which are open book). So once in a while I participate... and it's actually enough because she's such a weird professor that she asks your name after you make any type of comment and marks you down for participation points. Then the essays are easy and for the test I'll read up important points, bring a book to class, and I'll be good. Simple. For all you people out there who are bored and/or in boring classes or just want to procrastinate, leave me and your fellow readers a comment explaining your ridiculous situation! Go!

HAHA A kid in front of me just picked up the phone 2 seconds ago, and it's so out of control the teacher doesn't even know! He goes "What up? I'm in class," and had a 30 second conversation before hanging up. This is great!

AHA!

Update on the previous restaurant story:
I responded to the manager's email saying. "I understand. Thank you very much for the opportunity and the consideration. I will definitely come in as a customer on future occasions. -Peter" That's all I wrote, and in response I just got an email from her saying merely "Thanks, Peter!" Ha, I hope she feels bad now! I can sense all the guilt in those two words you just sent me, woman!

Sooooo Now I'm mad.

Hi.
As most of you know I've been trying all month to land a job, preferably at a restaurant as either a bartender or waiter. I got a call back a week and a half ago from a place downtown near 14th street by the name of Doma Cafe. Apparently it's famous and a lot of Italian tourists come in because some author took a picture of it and put it on the cover of his book. Anyway, it's a very quaint, cute place which functions as coffee shop during the day and restaurant at night. The cappuccinos are amazing and the food is just as good... It's also a wine bar and the bar shift is easy because you don't need to make cordials. It's only wine and an expansive list of non-mainstream beers.

So I came in 3 times last week, and worked twice, receiving training pay. The kitchen staff loved me and the owner/manager only came in once for about fifteen minutes on Tuesday, the day I came in for an hour just to get acquainted. She originally only scheduled me to work Saturday morning, but then emailed me Wednesday morning and asked me to work Thursday morning as well. As I wanted to leave as a good an impression as possible, I said yes, and I only missed one morning class... the most useless one, because I knew we weren't doing anything important anyway.

So both days I worked with 2 different Czech girls, both of whom have worked that for a few years in their respective morning shifts. I learned how to make the coffees their way and I really enjoyed myself while I was there. The mornings are great because all you really do is make coffees, ring in the orders, give breakfast orders to the kitchen and bring them out and bus the tables afterwards... which most of the customers do anyway 'cause they're all very nice. The best part is the whole place is busy the entire time, so time really goes buy rather quickly. Needless to say, the boss told me she would email me after Saturday to figure out how things go from there. She emailed me yesterday asking for references from places I've actually worked (which is listed on my resume... she apparently had better things to do than read it), and I gave her the information. Today I get an email at 4:16 with the following message:

Hi, Peter.  I want to thank you for coming in.  I wasn't able to reach your
references but either way we decided we don't really have a spot for you.
The bartender has to be able to run the place alone, and though you seem
like a great guy and a hard worker, you are still a bit young to be running
the place alone at night, so we need to find a better fit.

Thanks and best of luck.

- E

 I know, right? First of all, she never showed up the two days I actually worked and got paid for, so she only had my reviews from the girls to go off of, and they all loved me and told me I was doing great and gave her good reviews. Even the guy in the kitchen, Edgar, told me I was doing great... he also called me Papi... but that's a story for another day. Also, it's not like there's an entire bar to run at night. I take orders, bring out food, make coffee, pour wine or beer and clean up. I can do that with my eyes closed.... Age should have nothing to do with it. If she tried calling back my references she would see that... Working behind the bar at an actual Italian restaurant with an a la carte menu while there is a party going on AND tables to wait is a lot more work than working at this place... that's why I was so looking forward to it.

Here's the kicker! On Saturday we needed to deposit money at the bank and get more change, so the girl sent me to the Chase bank which the restaurant uses to do that. So she gave me $2,000 to deposit and $450 to get change from. I was really excited then that I had actually gotten the job because they trusted me enough on my second day working (first with this girl) to have me walk about 7 blocks with $2,500 of the restaurant's money to deposit it... granted the owner wasn't there, but still.... Also, when I left on Saturday the girl told me to take the menus home to memorize the prices... 'cause during the day you really have to know everything quickly when you're typing it in. I'm assuming she thought I did well enough to get hired if she had me do those two things... Well, what can you do?

So, looks like I'm back on the job market and I missed a week of craigslist opportunities because I was so sure I had this... And now I'm stuck with two menus from the restaurant. Wonder what I should do with those? Ah, just remembered! When she emailed me Wednesday she had said I'd get $6/hour training rate on Thursday with no tips and then $6/hour training rate and 30% tips on Saturday and if I got hired I'd get $8/hour plus regular tips from then on (that's actually very nice because the menu is pretty expensive and the customers are nice so you make good tips). Thursday the girl paid me $8/hour, and I told her I was only supposed to make 6, but she said no, that's what the owner told her. So I didn't argue.... Saturday me and the other one made 67 dollars tip by the time I was supposed to leave (2:00), so I got $20. It was still busy when I was leaving (and I actually left at like 2:45 because I stayed to help her 'cause I didn't wanna leave her all alone) and she said that normally the hourly pay you get every two weeks, so she didn't give me the hourly one. So I was there from 9:00 til 2:00 and made 20 bucks because we both assumed I was getting hired. And I really don't feel like emailing the boss and saying I need the other 30 bucks, 'cause I'm not a dick like she is. Plus I technically made a little more already on Thursday... but it's a nice place and I'll most likely come in there to eat some time... Whatever, just another day in the life....

Courtesy of Kaz...

http://americaisretarded.com/

^ For anyone who's ever watched a second of Jersey Shore.

Another Long Day

Last night when I was going to bed I felt like I was coming down with something. This morning I woke up with a big cold.... I felt like I could sink the Titanic.... But I went to church, then came back to my room, passed out, woke up, bought some soup, drank some Lemon Zinger Tea with honey (the greatest thing ever) and went to church again.

I must say, Воздвижение service in Synod with the Metropolitan present is something to see! One of the coolest things ever. They have a giant bed of flowers, and the priests take turns pouring rose-scented water over the cross - which the Metropolitan holds - and it drips down onto the flowers as the person holding them and the Bishop start slowly crouching down. Meanwhile, the choir sings Lord Have Mercy 70 times in a row, starting off loud and the getting softer and softer and halfway through they crescendo again and the Bishop starts bringing the cross up again. Also, all the people in the church lower with the cross and come back up when it is brought back up. This is done 5 times, and I must say, by the third or fourth time I started getting a flashback to the old Isley Brothers song Shout where they sing "A little bit softer now, shout! A little bit softer now, shout!" and then when it's really quiet, "a little bit louder now, Shout! A little bit louder now, Shout!" Ya know what I mean? Basically, it's a pretty neat thing to be a part of it.

Now, however, I feel a bit feverish and will be going to bed... Tomorrow's probably gonna suck so I have to bundle up so I don't feel cold. Anyway... Oh yeah, I wanted to post the poem about Liza. I guess I'll do that tomorrow, gotta edit it a little bit. Peace!

Saturday.

Wow, I almost spent an entire day without an update. Unacceptable! Sorry, folks. I was at work in the morning, final training shift. Hopefully I get an email from the manager soon.
I've got a good update coming later when I will post a poem I just finished writing about Liza Olhovsky... Even though I still can't believe it. <3

So.... I went to church tonight at Synod and Volodya Baros AKA the man in charge of everything asked me to help him carry up wine into the storage room after Prikladovaniye... So I'm wheeling it on the... wow, I can't remember the word! This is giving me flashbacks to psych class and the tip of the tongue phenomenon! Argh! Theeeee ah! I got it! The hand truck! Alright, so, I'm wheeling the wine on the hand truck through one of the rooms that bishops have meetings in and there's a bookshelf, and the very last book on the shelf, right by the door, is one entitled The Giant Book of Insults. I chuckled. Chortled. Snickered. Giggled. Exaggerated my speech (get it?). And Volodya told me to take the book.... so now I've been sitting here bored and it's got some funny stuff in it! What kind of stuff? Well... keep reading in the upcoming days and I will be posting the best lines. Aha! Suspense.

Alright, next point. Scrubs is pretty much my favorite show of all time. It's not only the funniest show ever created (my apologies to all you hardcore Office fans out there... myself included), but it had some of the best dramatic writing out of any show, ever. Scrubs was at times a better drama than most dramas out there... House, Grey's Anatomy (which actually has some fantastic writers as well), LOST (how much did that show bomb in the last episode?), even 24! None of those can compare to Scrubs at its best. When you take Prison Break and Firefly out of the equation, because both the series were completed and canceled, respectively, Castle is probably my other favorite show. Part of this is because Nathan Fillion is pretty much the greatest TV actor ever behind Neil Flynn, Sam Lloyd, Hugh Laurie and Steve Carrell... but also because the show kicks ass! (that last sentence was half tongue-in-cheek, half a shout out to the great TV actors of the 2000s...) Anyway, my point is... a few years back I watched a clip on YouTube where the Scrubs cast and crew set up a fake scene so that one of the crew could propose to his girlfriend, who held the boom-mic in most takes. It was great. Zach Braff did a great job improvising and it was great seeing how well the cast interact how they are all just really great people behind the scenes... That's one of the other reasons I always felt a special connection with Scrubs (no homo).

Flash forward now to today. I'm scrolling through Scrubs clips on YouTube, like I often do when I'm bored, and I came across that proposal clip again. It still made me as happy as ever, 'cause it truly is a great moment to be caught on film... well, then I looked through the comments (another thing I do when I'm bored...) and the girl who was involved in the proposal actually commented from her own YouTube account, saying it was great for her to see that moment all over again.... Now of course I didn't right away believe that to be the same woman, but her name is Anna in the clip and that girl had Anna in her account name so I clicked it, and on her account there are 2 videos. One is of her baby sneezing, the other is of her surprise baby shower on the set of Castle. And her one Favorite video is the Scrubs proposal. So I watch that Castle video, and lo and behold, it's the same woman, years later... and the cast of Castle surprised her with a baby shower in a similar set-up... only this time she thought she was part of the take. And now I know that even aside from Nathan Fillion, the other people behind Castle are just as awesome as the ones behind Scrubs. So that pretty much made my day. Also, props to Anna for being so loved by everyone too. She must love her job.

Here are the two videos, for those who want to see... for the sake of saving space in this ridiculously long update I will just put the links and not embed the videos. Let me know what you think! I'm expecting comments! Especially from all you Scrubs and Castle fanatics!

The Proposal

The Shower

Thoughts.

As I was clicking various links from ESPN, reading about Major League teams other than beloved New York Mets, who - despite my love for them - are a disgrace, I came across one of those annoying ads that pop up in the same window as your intended content so they don't get picked up by pop-up blockers and I had a thought: does anyone ever not click "skip this ad?" (Holy crap, that was a long sentence. Go me!) Seriously, who sits there when they click on some interesting link or another and thinks "Wow, let me delay my internet browsing pleasure for 30 useless seconds and check out this totally pointless ad!" ? (Argh... Despite my extensive knowledge of the English language, I never know how to a end a sentence in that situation, where you have a quote ending the sentence but the actual sentence itself is a question but the punctuation mark of the quote is not supposed to be a question mark. Any insight? Kaz, Ben Marquardt, any thoughts?) Anyway... a little before I had that eye-opening thought that would, quite frankly, be really funny if it was told in angry voice as a stand-up joke from Louis CK, I had another thought while on the toilet. Yes, I do some of my best thinking on the john. I've written many a heart-wrenching song lyric in the confines of those pretty tiled rooms with the giant tubs and rusty sinks! That's not the point, however. The point is, as I was sitting on the toilet and reading the most recent Artemis Fowl book, which I have almost finished reading, a thought burst in my head, one which, now that I look back on it, may have largely been inspired from Family Guy. I was thinking that if the military ever invented a stealth-vehicle that can actually become invisible, wouldn't it suck because that would make everything on the inside visible? So in reality invisible cars or planes are completely unrealistic. Not only that, but if someone's piloting an invisible plane towards an enemy it would still be completely useless because it would show up on radar.... unless of course the plane is flying below the radar's range. But even so, then, because of the height it's flying at, everyone and everything inside would be visible to civilians on the ground. Flying couches and people sitting in the sky and moving at a ridiculous speed! (That last sentence begs the question: why would a military stealth craft have a couch inside?... But who cares?) You all get the point, I hope. I don't know if I don't understand the Theory of Invisibility, or if such a theory even exists, but my musings have merit! Oh, and in case you're wondering, below is the Family Guy from which I very likely may have plagiarized my thoughts... but, like I said, it only occurred to me afterward that they made a similar point, albeit in far less words and a lot funnier. (Take note that their joke is also toilet-related... coincidence? I think not.) Enjoy.

How To Of The Day

This popped up in my How to of the day from my Google homepage:

How to know if you like someone or if you're just lonely

It's a good day.

So. If you have never watched an episode of the Office you should start by watching last night's Season 7 premiere. One of the funniest episodes they've ever had! Boy oh boy was that awesome. The opening scene alone was hilarious... maybe the best opening scene since the Superbowl episode with the fire and last season's premiere with "Hardcore Parkour!"... So, get on that! Lena Tchertkoff Meany, I mean(y) you! The power of Hulu and a little Steve Carrell will cheer you up! Yay!
Now I'm gonna go get some Chinese food and watch last night's premiere of Grey's Anatomy. I have a good feeling today is gonna be one of those stay-in-your-room-all-day-without-showering-and-watch-tv-shows-and-drink-beer-even-though-it's-gorgeous-outside days that we all love every once in a while! Although now that I think about it, I do have to leave to get the Chinese food.... oh well, at least I can fulfill the other needs of the day! Woohoo! Meanwhile, if you're bored here's a link for you to explore... and I will ad it to my links on the right side.

http://eatthis.menshealth.com/slide/worst-beverage-america?slideshow=184612#title

Good Morning.

Ahhh, it feels good to finally get a good night's sleep. Last night I fell asleep watching Robin Hood and finished it this morning when I woke up. I thought it was good at first and then there was no action. I was expecting badass fight scenes with Little John, 'cause I love the beast actor that plays him, and there was a total of two scenes where Robin actually shows his archer skills... the two where he shoots Godfrey. No one cares if he can shoot a flying quail! That said, I knew it was supposed to be a prequel/backstory and yet the whole time I was waiting for the famous Prince John shout from the trailer: "I declare him to be AN OUTLAAAAAAAAW!" How lame was that, by the way? Every time I saw the trailer I kept thinking more and more how stupid that is. What kind of king just yells out stuff in that manner? Holding out the end of the word outlaw is not rubbing it in any more that he's an outlaw. Just rewatch the trailer, you'll see what I mean. Or just go to this site and see how ridiculous it really is: http://robinhoodoutlaw.ytmnd.com

See what I mean? Anyway I thought that even despite the action scenes and the complete and utter rip off of Saving Private Ryan at the end and the terrible historical inaccuracies regarding the D-Day boats that it was still an okay movie... if and only if Ridley Scott decides to make an actually good sequel. One where we get to see Robin shoot people from far away in ridiculous situations and where Cate Blanchett doesn't look like she has swine flu. I really don't think that would happen though, considering Russel Crowe is what, 43? It's supposed to be a prequel, Robin can't have grey hairs on his beard and be 10 years older than he ever was in any of the previous movies (I'll give Kevin Costner a pass, because he at least didn't grow out any facial hair for his movie.... which is a whole other level of ridiculousness... a clean-shaven outlaw? Really? Robin Hood never had time to shave...) I mean, the people were already complaining in the movie that King Richard was 40 years old and really really old. Robin Hood's not far behind...


Alright, alright... the Robin Hood rant is done. Wait, no, I just reminded myself of another stupid thing in the movie. WHY WAS IT CALLED ROBIN HOOD? His name the entire movie was Robin Longstride. THAT would have been awesome if the movie was called Robin Longstride. I think it would have saved the whole movie, because people then don't instantly associate it with the typical Robin Hood story and they actually get that it's a prequel.... Anyway, now I just realized I'm ridiculously hungry, I need to watch last night's Office premier on Hulu (thank God for that website, by the way) and I need to stop using the word "ridiculous" and its variants so much. Good day, folks! You can expect another update shortly after I watch The Office!

The 90s definitely were the best decade for music. Hands down. No way anyone can deny this.

Third Eye Blind.

Today I realized that it's been way too long since I last heard a Third Eye Blind song so I shuffled through most of the ones on my iPod... And the more I listen to them, the more it feels like I'm falling deeper and deeper in love... not in a literal sense... (Meri, you know I love you) but meaning listening to Third Eye Blind feels like falling in love. The music is just so beautiful and perfect. This probably has something to do with the fact that the lead singer, Stephan Jenkins, looks exactly like Gerard Butler, but anyway, check it out for yourselves.

A virtual shot of espresso

For all you Scrubs fans out there, and, better yet, all you non-Scrubs fans out there who are stuck at work or home in the annoying hours of the day, here is today's little afternoon pick-me-up from me to you!

Long Day

Hello citizens! I'm tired right now. Had to wake up early for a training day at work and I purposely skipped my first morning class, which is pretty much the most useless thing ever... Now I'm sitting here and counting down til 5:30ish when my friend will be able to buy me beer! Finally!
I needed beer with dinner because.... Well, I have a lot of leftover bolognese sauce in the fridge that my mom had given me and my soon-to-be-uncle made and I am really dreading eating it because it does to one's insides what Auschwitz did to Jews... just saying. I'm gonna heat that up with a ton of cayenne pepper and hot sauce to make taco meat and then I will indulge. Ahh, to be young again! I've got a feeling (Woo-woo) that tonight's gonna be a good night because I have no class or work tomorrow, no assignments due, a freshly downloaded Russel Crowe movie by the name of Robin Hood (ever heard of it?) that I will be watching for the first time, and the chance to sleep in. Cool Beans. Alright, til next time!

My First Free Verse Poem For Poetry Class.

So, I always complain about the stupid people in my classes who are 20 or more years of age and still do not know how to read, write, spell, be useful or anything, and how I hate them... Well, I think even less of dumb old ladies who can't walk at a normal pace in front of me. It just so happens that the day after I was assigned to do a free verse poem for class that I encountered such a lady on my way to school. My professor encourages us to use real-life situations and to show our true emotion. Here are my results:

Dear Old Lady

Dear Old Lady,
Hurry the hell UP!
Get out of my way with that coffee cup in your hand,
taking your sweet-ass time
walking to the train –
The same one I’m trying to catch,
but I can’t get around your slow, fat ass
rumbling through the rush hour pedestrian traffic
And it’s right there!
The fucking train is RIGHT there!
And you can tell I’m trying to maneuver around you
so you slow down even fucking more,
almost spill your coffee on some stranger
walking the other way at a normal pace.
And I’m so damn close behind you
I can smell your Old Lady smell,
sixty years of rotting, useless flesh.
Like spoiled milk.
Rotten eggs.
Any other old, stale, repulsive dairy product.
It emanates from your Godforsaken pores
like sweaty pheromones.
But no one likes you anyway, so what’s a pheromone to you?
And where the hell are you off to anyway, moving at a snails pace
When you have nowhere to go to but the grave…
Dear Old Lady,
the subway door just closed on my hand.
I hope someone throws you off at the next stop.
Dear Old Lady,
Screw you.

BEER

I need beer. I haven't had beer in 3 days. That's way too long. Since I moved to the city I have no nice friends around who can buy it for me.... or if I do they're always busy. Or lazy. I'm talking about you, Atza.

Three Is A Magic Number.

You know you're a badass band when you can write a catchy song about a number:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVfe6rdHRKI

First Post Ever.

Greetings, followers!
As of this moment you do not exist, as you do not yet know of my blog.
Yes, I now have a blog. This is partly done so that you all are not forced to follow my rants, musings, and hatred on Facebook, but rather can choose to follow me at your own risk!
Well, prepare yourselves. The Saga Begins!