I've been watching entirely too many YouTube videos. It's a strange culture, that YouTube. It doesn't translate well to regular television. Regular television requires some kind of commentary, like an America's Funniest Home Videos set and funny-voiced dubbing dude complete with live studio audience and winners of prizes. YouTube doesn't need that. You just watch as the pelican eats the duck and you're done with that video. There might be some dude talking in the video, but it's probably in a language you don't understand.
I really like the videos that are uncomfortable. Ones that have been edited to be even stranger than they already are. In fact, this is a perfect example:
I suppose Adult Swim is television that supports this idea, but there's still too much fanciness in all of it. Speaking of fanciness, "Don't Hug Me I'm Scared" is an incredibly produced series on YouTube funded by Kickstarter. Holy fart juice, it is good. Oh, What the heck, here it is:
I even posted a little video tutorial on YouTube with over a thousand views. I feel special and I keep getting thanked. Whenever you figure something out, you should tell everyone via YouTube. It really boosts the spirits when you've contributed to society.
The End
The Infinite Ramblings of April Compo
Monday, December 28, 2015
Monday, November 9, 2015
R U Afraid of the Dark?
My daughter has a new favorite phrase: "I did not see that coming".
I'm gettin' hungry. Gunna have me some Pad Thai for lunch. It's actually an Amy's frozen meal and it's pretty dang good. Cheaper than eating at any of the restaurants around here. I keep wishing life wasn't so expensive, but then I realize that money is an illusion and we're all taught to be dependent on it even though we don't actually need it to live. I'm pretty sure food literally grows on trees. Now I keep wishing I could successfully escape this world of money without being afraid that someone will take away my children and/or force me to conform. I feel depressed in this unnatural life. Which means I should take some pills so I can deal with it. We're slaves and intruders.
My son woke up in the middle of the night (about 1 am) all scared and crying. Down right freaking out. His body was shaking and he was convinced there was something scary in the dark. We had to put the light on to convince him it was just his imagination. It was cute and sad. He was like, "it was my imagination" with his whimpering little voice. Too much Scooby Doo, or "Gooby Stoo" as he calls it.
My cousin is coming to Colorado in a couple weeks and I'm super excited. I wish all my family would move out here. I could fill my place with bunk beds and we could all just hang out all the time.
UGH, I'm so tired. Dang night terrors of a toddler makin' me all awake when I shouldn't be.
I'm gettin' hungry. Gunna have me some Pad Thai for lunch. It's actually an Amy's frozen meal and it's pretty dang good. Cheaper than eating at any of the restaurants around here. I keep wishing life wasn't so expensive, but then I realize that money is an illusion and we're all taught to be dependent on it even though we don't actually need it to live. I'm pretty sure food literally grows on trees. Now I keep wishing I could successfully escape this world of money without being afraid that someone will take away my children and/or force me to conform. I feel depressed in this unnatural life. Which means I should take some pills so I can deal with it. We're slaves and intruders.
My son woke up in the middle of the night (about 1 am) all scared and crying. Down right freaking out. His body was shaking and he was convinced there was something scary in the dark. We had to put the light on to convince him it was just his imagination. It was cute and sad. He was like, "it was my imagination" with his whimpering little voice. Too much Scooby Doo, or "Gooby Stoo" as he calls it.
My cousin is coming to Colorado in a couple weeks and I'm super excited. I wish all my family would move out here. I could fill my place with bunk beds and we could all just hang out all the time.
UGH, I'm so tired. Dang night terrors of a toddler makin' me all awake when I shouldn't be.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Benign and Beseven
Listen - I friggin' love my husband. It just needed to be said. I've been holding off on making any official announcements about it but I'm pretty sure it's safe to say at this point.
Vietnamese food must be had tonight. So fresh and lovely.
Our show is a week from tonight. We'll be performing such "hits" as Ringer
Aaaaand Mark Johnston will be there to help perform one of my faaaaavorites, Forest Flu
So that should be extra cool. There's a popular local punk band playing later in the night too. The show is evidently going to be well attended. Woohoo!
On a sad note, my grandmother, Joyce Belle, passed away a couple weeks ago. I went to Florida and visited with family, hoping I could give her some hugs before she died, but I arrived a day too late. She was a strong and smart lady and went peacefully, surrounded by family. It was great to see my parents and siblings. My little sister showed off her massage skills and my little brother showed off his guitar skills. My older brother showed off his ability to rough house with children while in his thirties. I'm sure those kids slept well that night, so I guess it's a skill of sorts. I have another brother too. The oldest of us. Eldest? He didn't make it down to FL. Four out of five ain't bad though. I'm glad I found a cheap flight and was able to leave the kids with the husbo and take time off work with pretty short notice. I've found that Hotwire.com has the best prices when you gotta leave quick. So there.
Vietnamese food must be had tonight. So fresh and lovely.
Our show is a week from tonight. We'll be performing such "hits" as Ringer
Aaaaand Mark Johnston will be there to help perform one of my faaaaavorites, Forest Flu
So that should be extra cool. There's a popular local punk band playing later in the night too. The show is evidently going to be well attended. Woohoo!
On a sad note, my grandmother, Joyce Belle, passed away a couple weeks ago. I went to Florida and visited with family, hoping I could give her some hugs before she died, but I arrived a day too late. She was a strong and smart lady and went peacefully, surrounded by family. It was great to see my parents and siblings. My little sister showed off her massage skills and my little brother showed off his guitar skills. My older brother showed off his ability to rough house with children while in his thirties. I'm sure those kids slept well that night, so I guess it's a skill of sorts. I have another brother too. The oldest of us. Eldest? He didn't make it down to FL. Four out of five ain't bad though. I'm glad I found a cheap flight and was able to leave the kids with the husbo and take time off work with pretty short notice. I've found that Hotwire.com has the best prices when you gotta leave quick. So there.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Gargle with Pickle Juice
Well, that open mic night led to a gig. How sweet. We were contacted by the person that books shows for the bar and we're going to do a 30-45 minute set on October 21st. Which is a Wednesday, but oh well. I'm down. I'll probably take the following day off work so I don't have to be functional. I'm not sure what time we're going up yet, so I might as well expect the worst. Performers should probably be more of a night owl than I am. What would be wrong with a morning concert? We can serve coffee and biscuits.
I would be interested in living in an RV and doing shows throughout the country or some defined region or state or tri-county area or something. I get on this kick every 3 years or so where I think I need to move really far away or something drastic needs to change. Maybe I should just ride this out until I die instead. Fear of failure until death sounds okay. Especially with children that look up to you, ya know?
I keep thinking about all the things we would try and sell, and how much we would sell them for. I keep looking at RVs on Craigslist and trying to find out how much storage space the particular models have. I've been reading articles by people that live in RVs and what their budgets are and it's not necessarily cheap. Especially if you're actually traveling regularly. But they're still encouraging.
I'm trying to monetize some YouTubes and this blog, which don't get much traffic, but maybe I'll try harder in the future. I can't wait to see what "relevant" ads are going to show up on this stupid blog. This post will get an ad for pickling spices and maybe one for visiting a state park. But what if I mention volley ball and clay animation in the same sentence? What kinda keywords are ye gonna pick up on there, Google? I sure say "RV" a lot. Probably that. Leave a comment with the types of ads you see on my stupid blog. I'm all kinds of curious now.
I would be interested in living in an RV and doing shows throughout the country or some defined region or state or tri-county area or something. I get on this kick every 3 years or so where I think I need to move really far away or something drastic needs to change. Maybe I should just ride this out until I die instead. Fear of failure until death sounds okay. Especially with children that look up to you, ya know?
I keep thinking about all the things we would try and sell, and how much we would sell them for. I keep looking at RVs on Craigslist and trying to find out how much storage space the particular models have. I've been reading articles by people that live in RVs and what their budgets are and it's not necessarily cheap. Especially if you're actually traveling regularly. But they're still encouraging.
I'm trying to monetize some YouTubes and this blog, which don't get much traffic, but maybe I'll try harder in the future. I can't wait to see what "relevant" ads are going to show up on this stupid blog. This post will get an ad for pickling spices and maybe one for visiting a state park. But what if I mention volley ball and clay animation in the same sentence? What kinda keywords are ye gonna pick up on there, Google? I sure say "RV" a lot. Probably that. Leave a comment with the types of ads you see on my stupid blog. I'm all kinds of curious now.
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
W8 W8 Don't Tell Me
Did another open mic a couple nights ago. Singin' and sort of dancing. I should be getting some video footage from a friend eventually, I'll have to post that somewhere. I couldn't really hear myself, but I didn't get booed, so maybe I wasn't awful. But no one gets booed in such a friendly environment. One performer was clearly trying to get booed, but the audience withheld. We must have known that's what he wanted, so we didn't give it to him. In which case, it was NOT a friendly environment, rather, it was an apathetic and passive aggressive environment. I wore a shirt with Michael Jackson on it. From his Thriller days. Someone shouted, "Can we get some purple rain?!" and I said "No." It's kinda funny since my husband posted on Facebook mentioning his excitement about Netflix streaming Reading Rainbow, and a friend called LeVar Burton Lionel Richie.
I was interviewed by some officers a few weeks ago about an "incident" that took place right in front of our building. There was a black dude trying to start his own car, but didn't have keys (d'oh!). He was attempting to hot wire it, or start it with a butter knife or something. So a security guy called to report some suspicious activity and the police came and drew their guns on him, but eventually figured stuff out and let him continue on with his life. I saw something going on, so I took out my phone and recorded the scene, but by the time I happened upon them, they were just calmly talking and starting to leave. So I deleted the recording. And then my phone was stolen. So there's no way to get the footage, but it was uneventful anyways. I just saw 4-5 police surrounding the guy and felt compelled to record what was happening since I'm on the second floor and had a good view. It turns out the police never filed a report about that particular call. Which is weird. But not that weird. Who wants to do the boring work of writing a report? I asked Sergeant Joel Kern, the officer interviewing me, about the lack of a report and he said that there could be many reasons an officer wouldn't write a report. I wonder what reason there was in this case. Anyways, the black guy complained to someone and so an investigation is currently taking place. Hence the interview with me -a somewhat witness.
I'm going to register a car today. Love that DMV. If there's anything I love more than the deep rooted racism that surrounds us, it's the DMV.
I was interviewed by some officers a few weeks ago about an "incident" that took place right in front of our building. There was a black dude trying to start his own car, but didn't have keys (d'oh!). He was attempting to hot wire it, or start it with a butter knife or something. So a security guy called to report some suspicious activity and the police came and drew their guns on him, but eventually figured stuff out and let him continue on with his life. I saw something going on, so I took out my phone and recorded the scene, but by the time I happened upon them, they were just calmly talking and starting to leave. So I deleted the recording. And then my phone was stolen. So there's no way to get the footage, but it was uneventful anyways. I just saw 4-5 police surrounding the guy and felt compelled to record what was happening since I'm on the second floor and had a good view. It turns out the police never filed a report about that particular call. Which is weird. But not that weird. Who wants to do the boring work of writing a report? I asked Sergeant Joel Kern, the officer interviewing me, about the lack of a report and he said that there could be many reasons an officer wouldn't write a report. I wonder what reason there was in this case. Anyways, the black guy complained to someone and so an investigation is currently taking place. Hence the interview with me -a somewhat witness.
I'm going to register a car today. Love that DMV. If there's anything I love more than the deep rooted racism that surrounds us, it's the DMV.
Monday, July 27, 2015
Pauliticks
I rode my bike# this past weekend. Hooked up the bike trailer and dragged the kids to the park. My thighs loved it. Even though my seat is in the lowest position, I feel like I need it just a smidge lower due to my petite legs.
I made some pretty good salmon last night. Marinated it in a sort of teriyaki sauce I concocted then put it on a real hot skillet. Served with rice and broccoli and a plate and a fork and some weird drink with blue curacao because a coworker that left months ago had a partial bottle of it in his desk and it was passed down to me. I then kept it in my desk for months until I remembered it and brought it home. As a "no frills" type person, It's not something I would buy. I pretended I was drinking Windex.
So I guess Cosby is a rapist. Also, I discovered that I get more blog views if I put in some "hot" keywords. "Caitlyn Jenner comes forward to talk about her* frightening Cosby experience!"
*his
Michael Jackson
A Million Dollars
Ya Feel Me
Holla
#Update: My bike was stolen
I made some pretty good salmon last night. Marinated it in a sort of teriyaki sauce I concocted then put it on a real hot skillet. Served with rice and broccoli and a plate and a fork and some weird drink with blue curacao because a coworker that left months ago had a partial bottle of it in his desk and it was passed down to me. I then kept it in my desk for months until I remembered it and brought it home. As a "no frills" type person, It's not something I would buy. I pretended I was drinking Windex.
So I guess Cosby is a rapist. Also, I discovered that I get more blog views if I put in some "hot" keywords. "Caitlyn Jenner comes forward to talk about her* frightening Cosby experience!"
*his
Michael Jackson
A Million Dollars
Ya Feel Me
Holla
#Update: My bike was stolen
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Toe Lette
Some days are strange. I'll pause at odd moments, moments I wouldn't pause at on a normal day. Just to make sure I'm not dreaming. Or because I notice something that I've taken for granted all my life. "All my life", as if it's some great amount of time. It's the only time I've experienced. How could I have let so many moments pass without enjoying them? How come I have never before noticed how graceful a swirling piece of toilet paper -that wasn't successfully flushed- can dance around in the shallow water of a clean, white toilet bowl. Waving me in. Telling me to join it on it's journey. "You've never lived until you've been flushed! Come with me and I promise you, you'll never have to suffer again. Once you carry out the honorable duty of wiping up human waste, you will be greeted by all the other flushed paper fragments in a grand ballroom!"
The rest of the roll doesn't know exactly how difficult their lives will be, but they will fulfill their responsibility. Then they will be flushed.
I didn't have the heart to tell it that it's actually going to quickly decompose in a pool of sludge. That its angelic, wispy robe would be added to all the other muck - and that it might as well quit with the dancing.
I succeeded on the second flush, finicky toilet.
I had to flush it, I'm not saving all the bits of toilet paper I will ever use.
The rest of the roll doesn't know exactly how difficult their lives will be, but they will fulfill their responsibility. Then they will be flushed.
I didn't have the heart to tell it that it's actually going to quickly decompose in a pool of sludge. That its angelic, wispy robe would be added to all the other muck - and that it might as well quit with the dancing.
I succeeded on the second flush, finicky toilet.
I had to flush it, I'm not saving all the bits of toilet paper I will ever use.
Friday, May 29, 2015
Enema of da Stank
WOOOOOOOOOOO ...hoo
Just got back from vacationing in a big ol' state called California (we stayed in the southern part). Here are the things I DIDN'T love:
1. too many people and buildings
2. expensive living
3. general sadness
4. geared toward the rich
5. dirty Hollywood
6. crowded, littered beaches
7. gorgeous waves that can't be ridden or you'll be hurled into big rocks
8. terrible highway signage
9. weird oil rigs at Huntington beach
10. yacht clubs
Things I loved:
1. the beach, overall
2. seeing family
3. In-N-Out
4. seeing the sun while it's low in the sky (which is most of America, really)
5. not going to work (which is most of America, really)
...I think that's it. I would love to go to the redwood forest at some point. I'd like to visit Oregon. Colorado is great though, not sure if I'll ever move away. I feel like there's a million places in Colorado that I still haven't seen. It's open and beautiful and the vegetation isn't threatening (?) Hardly any bugs, at least in the cities. Fitness. Cheap. Also, I feel like it would be pretty easy to be famous in Colorado Springs. If you walk around downtown talking to enough people, you'll probably get to be a known and talked about figure. You'll be featured in the paper.
What a beautiful day it is today. Wow, the weather and air and sunlight is just right. Wish I had some In-N-Out though.
Just got back from vacationing in a big ol' state called California (we stayed in the southern part). Here are the things I DIDN'T love:
1. too many people and buildings
2. expensive living
3. general sadness
4. geared toward the rich
5. dirty Hollywood
6. crowded, littered beaches
7. gorgeous waves that can't be ridden or you'll be hurled into big rocks
8. terrible highway signage
9. weird oil rigs at Huntington beach
10. yacht clubs
Things I loved:
1. the beach, overall
2. seeing family
3. In-N-Out
4. seeing the sun while it's low in the sky (which is most of America, really)
5. not going to work (which is most of America, really)
...I think that's it. I would love to go to the redwood forest at some point. I'd like to visit Oregon. Colorado is great though, not sure if I'll ever move away. I feel like there's a million places in Colorado that I still haven't seen. It's open and beautiful and the vegetation isn't threatening (?) Hardly any bugs, at least in the cities. Fitness. Cheap. Also, I feel like it would be pretty easy to be famous in Colorado Springs. If you walk around downtown talking to enough people, you'll probably get to be a known and talked about figure. You'll be featured in the paper.
What a beautiful day it is today. Wow, the weather and air and sunlight is just right. Wish I had some In-N-Out though.
Monday, May 11, 2015
Turble
"Stay here, stay as long as you can. For the love of God, cherish it."
Isn't it sooooooooooooooooooooooo funny how we thought that being a grown up would be super great?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
It was fun for a little bit, but I think I'm done now. Ugh. Maybe I made some terrible choices or something. I should have built my credit sooner. I should have stayed single. I should have had some sort of plan. I'm like a dog in a person suit and I just want things to happen naturally and I want live in the moment, but I'm too "smart" to be a dog now. I have to consider things, I have to pay rent, I have to drive a car, I have to thoroughly heat my hamburgers, I have to stop drinking from the toilet, I have to read and write and calculate and apply and verify and authorize and remember and track and care, or at least pretend to care. haha.
I think I'm going to write a children's book. No one will read it, but it'll be funny. I appreciate that my parents didn't sugar-coat adulthood. My mother would chime in once a while with her famous quote: "life sucks, then ya die." haha. I had high expectations... but not really. I probably just need a vacation. I don't deserve a great deal, but if I don't get a break soon I'm gunna start attacking the elderly.
I saw a funny thing today: "I slept for 8 hours straight and then 2 hours gay"
Anyways, one of our office fish looked like it was ready to die this morning when I came in. Then it got better, but I don't know how long fish live or if it's just trying to find a spot under a rock to die. It would be the first fish to die in this tank since I've been taking care of them. I'ma go water the plants now and check on said fish. Byeeeeeeeeee.
*EDIT* He ded:(
*EDIT* He ded:(
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Salmon Iz Good 4 Me
Well hello there. Won't you be my neighbor?
My drawing classes and laser lipo are but a memory. I did get a Groupon for an hour long massage though. SHOOOOOOOT, I love me a professional-type deep tissue massage.
I've lost 12 lbs so far - I'm slightly less fat!
I love drawing dawgz. I think I might want a dawg sometimes, but then I realize I do not want a dawg.
But a CAT! Now there's a pet! Maybe one day.
We've got 4 weeks left until our trip to California. Thankfully we don't have any pets we have to make arrangements for. We're going to Knotts Berry Farm. I'm just going to make sure they have berries. Then I'm going to leave.
Friday, March 27, 2015
The Jur Knee
Well, I admit, I have to lose some weight. Many people will admit this, so it's not a big deal really. I've been exercising for a few weeks and doing the dreaded dieting. I've lost a little over 8 lbs as of this fine Friday morn.
Looking "good" in a bikini is my real goal. I've got the bewbs, so now I just have to reduce the gut and hopefully that will be enough to make up for my flat butt. The butt ain't even that bad, it's the tailbone that has been sticking out since pregnancy that is kind of concerning. Here's a SECRET: I bought a Groupon for 3 sessions of "laser lipo" (I think it's more "laser-like lipo" or something, but whatever) and I've already used 2 of them. I think it's helping, as long as I'm also exercising and dieting, it kinda gives me a boost of motivation. I did have to tighten my belt after the first session, but I'm kind of in disbelief that it's because of some little red lights they stick on my skin and feel warm. Haha. After about 15 minutes of the lights, they have me stand on this vibration thing for 10 minutes and I jiggle and jiggle. It also made me giggle, and I'm scared that I'm peeing because it feels so weird and I'm not sure if I'm properly holding in my pee. I haven't actually peed myself (yet).
I also started a figure drawing class a couple weeks ago. It's just on Wednesday mornings for 4 weeks. The first week was a big ol' gal. I loved it. Then we got this real skinny guy. That was great too. SECRET #2: I saw the dudes junk. I'm pretty good at drawing. We're gunna have the skinny dude again next week, then a woman that's a climber the following Wednesday. The defined muscles and feminine proportions sound exciting.
I feel like I need to reveal at least one more SECRET (#3) but I don't really have one. Lemme think lemme think. Ehhhhh. EEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. eh...
Looking "good" in a bikini is my real goal. I've got the bewbs, so now I just have to reduce the gut and hopefully that will be enough to make up for my flat butt. The butt ain't even that bad, it's the tailbone that has been sticking out since pregnancy that is kind of concerning. Here's a SECRET: I bought a Groupon for 3 sessions of "laser lipo" (I think it's more "laser-like lipo" or something, but whatever) and I've already used 2 of them. I think it's helping, as long as I'm also exercising and dieting, it kinda gives me a boost of motivation. I did have to tighten my belt after the first session, but I'm kind of in disbelief that it's because of some little red lights they stick on my skin and feel warm. Haha. After about 15 minutes of the lights, they have me stand on this vibration thing for 10 minutes and I jiggle and jiggle. It also made me giggle, and I'm scared that I'm peeing because it feels so weird and I'm not sure if I'm properly holding in my pee. I haven't actually peed myself (yet).
I also started a figure drawing class a couple weeks ago. It's just on Wednesday mornings for 4 weeks. The first week was a big ol' gal. I loved it. Then we got this real skinny guy. That was great too. SECRET #2: I saw the dudes junk. I'm pretty good at drawing. We're gunna have the skinny dude again next week, then a woman that's a climber the following Wednesday. The defined muscles and feminine proportions sound exciting.
I feel like I need to reveal at least one more SECRET (#3) but I don't really have one. Lemme think lemme think. Ehhhhh. EEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. eh...
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Kindness of Stranglers
YOYOYOYOYO!
Tryin' to keep it fresh up in herrrrrr! Are ye able to make it fresh'n?
I am still a bit shocked by this thing I'm about to tell you.
The SETUP: There's a gentleman that works as a subcontractor (I think) for the datacenter where I work. Very nice, always professional etc etc etc. I showed him some drawings one day and just gushed about art and it's just a part of me, yada yada yada. He said his wife was a potter at an art school and he seemed surprised and more interested in talking about this subject than anything else we've talked about in passing.
The AWESOME PART: He came up to me a few days later and said, "Have you taken any art classes?" -"Not since high school" I replied. "Pick out a class (he handed me a schedule/brochure) and I'll pay for it" he didn't ask if I even wanted to. haha.
So, I'm blown away. It's actually the best gift I can think of and it's coming from someone I don't even really know. I mean, I love spa packages and chocolate, but dang, now I feel like I've got an investor.
Jason: I still expect an anniversary facial/massage. Manicure is optional.
I just got a fun Ghost Lens app.
It's so neat that we can instantly make such
cool images these days with our phones.
Friday, January 16, 2015
Egg Roles
Poopity poop poo.
I just had a LOT of egg rolls and beer. It's a fond pastime and a greasy experience. My mom would have her friend over and they would roll 'em up and fry 'em and we'd have duck sauce and soy sauce and mustard and laughter.
That's what the south is all about.
My kids are getting along strangely well tonight. The young man is saying all kinds of words with superb accuracy. I'm so glad these little turds aren't "different". That sounds pompous, but let's be real here: I'd rather not work harder than I already have to. I did just eat a bunch of fried food.
And here's the young man after dumping our cornstarch EVERYWHERE.
I just had a LOT of egg rolls and beer. It's a fond pastime and a greasy experience. My mom would have her friend over and they would roll 'em up and fry 'em and we'd have duck sauce and soy sauce and mustard and laughter.
That's what the south is all about.
My kids are getting along strangely well tonight. The young man is saying all kinds of words with superb accuracy. I'm so glad these little turds aren't "different". That sounds pompous, but let's be real here: I'd rather not work harder than I already have to. I did just eat a bunch of fried food.
And here's the young man after dumping our cornstarch EVERYWHERE.
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