An Emotional Time

Have you ever met someone, and immediately you knew it was going to be special? Such a someone came into my life in March of 2002. Her name was Lindsay. Oh, the love we shared together. I had always wanted someone with that body type - 4 feet tall, black, and at just over 7 years old, I figured we had plenty of good times ahead of us.

Lindsay was a Honda Civic. Following my nameless 1990 Lexus ES250 that was lost on PCH in Encinitas, and Wild Toad, the 1986 Chevy S-10 who departed on Stewart Parkway by the YMCA in May of '01.

On February 16, 2005, Lindsay was taken from me as well.

Location: The OC, 55 North Freeway

Time: 10 am (give or take)

The Lowdown: Four car pile-up. I was number four.

*Sigh*...What can be said about Lindsay? She's taken me to nearly every concert I have ever been to. We've driven to Hollywood at 2am after work, taken trips to Oregon many times (on a busted head gasket no less!) and even to Idaho. Her reverse went out last year on a date (she was impressed, don't worry). She was dented from hitting trash cans, and would sporadically overheat when idling for too long. Her spark plug wires were loose, leaving me to fire off the line with 3 1/2 cylinders. She couldn't shift from 2nd to 3rd gear until the car was warmed up, and she had been broken into four times. Her gas gauge was broken. Her heat/cold switch had broken off, and you had to use a key. The rear speakers were blown. A firecracker went off under the seat once, and at least 3 cans of AirSoft green gas have exploded inside the car. Two side panels, and my middle console have been taken out by minor explosions in the past year. In that car, I have been pulled over, ticketed, and chased. I've been kissed, and I've had my heart broken. I've laughed, cried, kidnapped and been detained while the car was searched. I've even slept in my car when there was no place else. Good car, that Lindsay.

And - the accident was just one day of the trip. What happened before? How did I get home? Did a security guard take his pants off in front of Joel and I? I will update on that in a day or two.

Lindsay will be missed. But at least when she left, it was in the OC on a sunny day...she would have wanted it that way.

Oh Saint Can You See?

Ahh...Valentine's Day. What is it? Where does it come from? Why does it make so many people happy, and others sad? Those are some of the questions going thru many a mind during the first week or so of February. I would really enjoy if Bush Sr. and ex-pres Clinton discussed these issues, but I guess we'll all have to settle on me.
Valentine's Day dates back to the Crustacean Period, when dinosaurs roamed the earth. Pterodactyls would routinely bring dead cavemen to the females, in hopes of winning her over. If done correctly, the Pterodactyl would get some action. (Now as humans, we have what I would hope to be higher standards than your average Pterodactyl. I am in no way shape or form promoting the idea that you should get your sweetheart a box of chocolates for the sole purpose of getting action. Unless of course you give your sweetheart a caveman, in which case you should at least get a minute or two of sweet smooching). No one knew what to call this ritual, so it was simply referred to as "trying to get some action" among the terrible lizzards.
It wasn't until the 1100's when St. Valentine discovered hallucinogens. Ingesting more than a few, he begain to vision naked babies with bows and arrows, shooting at people to make them fall in love, and what followed was a beautiful depiction of eternal love. Waking up from his stupor, he tried hard to explain to his constituents the happenings of his dream, but couldn't remember the details of why the babies were naked, or operating war weapons without parental supervision. So he lied, bought a box of chocolate, and tried to get some action. This was on February 14, 1100.
So here we are, some odd years later, and we have no clue what is going on. "The Man" bought the rights to Valentine's Day back during the French-Indian War, and has changed the whole concept around. But he kept the naked babies around. The sicko.
So do you have a sweetheart? Maybe you don't. Who cares! Think about it. All the candy you can buy the day after for a fraction of the price. Then you can stockpile it until next year in case you have one then (if s/he really loves you, they won't mind that it's stale).
And if you do? Do something nice! Picnics are always great. Along with candy, hugs, canoodeling, renting cheesy movies, and the occasional caveman. Oh, and if it's all in the name of getting action, you're missing the point, pervert.
Still don't believe me when I say it's cool not to have a sweetie? Here's what I did last year. I went to a restaurant with my buddy and asked to be seated for four. As the waitresses kept coming by, we kept checking our voicemail, and the time, saying "they should be here any minute". Every waitress there was sympathetic and could be heard talking about us. "Poor guys" they would say. Eventually the customers heard about it and were sorry for us, too. We had the waitress call other restaurants of the same name in the area, to see if there were any girls waiting. Nope. We even had our friend Jenae come in and sit down, hand me a note, and say "She wanted me to give you this - I'm sorry". Then we left. Needless to say, they didn't charge us for our drinks.
So see? Whether you're in for a night of canoodeling, or making people feel more sorry for you than they should just for your amusement, you can have an enjoyable evening. And then some people are away from the people they wish they could they could be with. In that case, you can just send the cavemen FedEx.

How do you make a hankey dance? Put a boogey in it!

Whoo....so, you want to know about Boogeyman, enh? Fine.
A quick synopsis -
Matt Campden of Seventh Heaven plays...well I forget what his name is in the movie. But it's the same guy. Anyways, when he was eight years old he "witnessed" an encounter with the Boogeyman, and has been traumatized since. Psychologists all tell him it's a supressed figment of his imagination stemming from his father leaving them around the same time. Who knows...
And so, something (you will have to watch) brings him back the house where he grew up, and (surprise) he has to stay the night there. Thus, it goes down.
Is it worth seeing? Yes. An hour and 26 minutes of cheap shots tho, so if crap popping up scares you, you will have a horrible time (as did I). Not the best written script, but executed very well. The characters lack cohesiveness, but his girfriend is kinda hot. Lots of loose ends that didn't seem to be tied in (pun intended). Overall, a pretty decent movie. I enjoyed it far more than last week's Hide and Seek. The Ring 2's trailor was better than that movie alltogether.
I'd give it...20 whiskers out of 25.
L8R QT's!

Announcement

Couple of news bits to report. Apparently, our mortal enemies known as "terrorists" had reported that they had held another captive. Pretty common, right? Well, this "captive" was found to be only a doll. The toymaker who made the doll, said that it was called "Special Op Cody". Wow.
And in other news, you know Joel? My friend??? WhoIwenttohighschoolwith?!?!? Well him and I...he and I...the king and I...anyways we started our own blog. A one stop source for reviews, movie quotes, upcoming artists, ninja facts, and music news. Plus, you're sure to get random rants, puns, and ruminations from 2/3 of the masterminds who brought you "Pinkeye". Jay-Z would think this blog is dope. Usher would tell his boo about it. And you should read it.
"How do I get access to this?!?!" you may be asking yourself. Well it's simple. And it's free. You can see it here, or by clicking on the "Joel and I" link here on the page.
ALSO...(and this is big). Questions? Comments? Concerns? Those can be directed to us at joelandcody@hotmail.com
That's right! Need relationship advice? Want to know if a certain movie is good? Got a new band to share? Or if you just want to say hi...we are here for you!
I will still be posting my personal things here on this blog on a regular basis. Keep checking back. Love you all!

By the way, did I mention how good the new Anberlin album is? Well it is. And for those lacking trivia, Jeff Wetherell is the last 1/3 of "Pinkeye". The guy's amazing, and is recording right now! Be sure to at least check out his blog! It's so cool, P. Diddy made a remix!