In reference to the Oct. 9th blog, "God Bless little Alan."

From the Mixed Up Files of 12/26/04:

Tonight, I'm feeling a little like a bag of mixed nuts: contained in a seal-tight pouch, lightly salted. Am I walnut, or cashew? Macadamia, or pistachio? (Seeing how I'm not a big fan of nuts, this assortment is the extent of my nut knowledge.)

I'm waiting for this bag to open so I can see the light of day.

Then, whoever opens this bag of mixed nuts will eat the nuts whole, perhaps one at a time, but the whole bag nonetheless will be digested as one. Then, I wouldn't have to worry about being cashew or macadamia. I would just be the digested blob sitting in someone's stomach. No longer a mix, but a whole.

I sit here tonight in my bedroom at my parent's house with no available computer to blog on, only the pen to paper. I am actually writing, the verb. Not the type of writing that people do on their laptops at Starbucks sipping their tall nonfat caps. No, not typing. I am WRITING. I can't remember the last time I sat down to write solely for writing sake that wasn't done on the computer. I used to handwrite in a spiral bound journal but that has....actually, I don't know what happened to it. I mean, physically I know exactly where it is, but I've stopped writing in it. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe writing things down became too slow for all the thoughts in my brain and I just found typing to be easier. But I think the real reason could be that one day I just found what I was writing in the journal to be completely pointless and insignificant. The events I wrote about seemed important at the time I wrote it, which should be important enough. But going back and reading the entries, I just found them to be utterly...for lack of a better word....unimportant.

Perhaps that's why I've taken a liking to blogging. I can write about all the insignificant things I want and justify it by calling it a blog rather than some novel or essay or even, a journal entry. I mean, sure blogs these days have taken on completely new meanings and purposes, but back when I started bloggingg, a blog was just some silly weblog I could update on my now lost-within-the-depths-of-the-internet-void website. And I kind of like to keep it that way.

The thing about blogs is that you know your audience for the most part, so divulging the more personal issues seems hardly appropriate and rather impersonal over a blog. To solve this issue- this carthartic need to solve one's issues by writing while still remaining somewhat impersonal as to not offend those who are closest to you- I seemed to have developed a wonderful knack for creating analogies as code for my life. This leaves people who stumble upon these amazingly fine crafted analogies to try and decipher what it all really means, which, brings me back to my bag of nuts.

I am a bag of mixed nuts.

December 27, 2004
1:07 am

AHEM

(In one act, to be read in my most brilliant British accent:)


To the Mr. and/or Miss who wishes to remain anonymous:

Stop it, I say! Stop the bloody madness!

I understand time is indeed, valuable. However, if you were so kind to spare those few moments to read my blog, AND!, post a comment on my blog, I do daresay that you would have an extra two seconds to kindly type out your name on said comment. I realize the need to be discreet in this blubbering environment our leaders like to call "Internets," but let me assure you ever so firmly that we are amongst friends here at Daily Banterings. There is no need whatsoever to fear acknowledgement of your presence. In fact, your presence would be rather welcomed, if we're ever to uncover your true identity. That is not to say that your mysterious practices of remaining anonymous is unwelcomed. No. I only use the word "would" to be GC, that is, gramatically correct. Please know that never would I, nor any members of my staff here at DB discriminate against such actions.

Truth be told, I may already have the key to your secret identity. However, my fellow readers may have the need (as well as the right) to know who amongst them is sharing in the reading of this little bit of delight that has been so brilliantly crafted to perfection, aka, DB. Should my readers choose to engage in debate with a fellow DB reader on matters discussed only in DB, who will they turn to? Certainly not to an unidentified entity.

Thus, you see, dear sir and/or madam, I ask this bit of you not solely for my own narcissistic needs, but for the good of the people, my readers, and all of humanity.

Sincerely Yours,

The DB Editor in Chief

Bruckner, to your left. It's been taken care of.

I haven't blogged in a while. I'm in a blog slump. Sometimes I can blog more than once a day, other times, like now, I can barely blog once a week. I don't know what it is, I guess i'm just in a slump.

who are these so called anonymous people that comment on my blog?
show yourself! or prepare...to die.

~inigo montoya

Ahhh...........

It's so great to have friends show up when and where you least expect them. It was like i had my own entourage. Now i know how jlo must feel. An apple pie a la mode and a few bites of some wonderful deep fried fish later, I am content in my room with the way things went tonight, as is my stomach.

I stopped by Amoeba tonight to pick up one cd, and I came home with three. Now i understand why and how people can spend hours in that store. It's madness. Walking down the aisles of cds, i felt a little out of place there in my jeans and black cardigan amongst the trendy LA punk crowd. Looking around, i realized i lack an "edge." The kind of edge that would tell muggers on the streets to not mess with me. Hopefully that will be solved in the next couple months with a self defense class. Hi-ya!

Napoleon Dynamite comes out on Dec. 21st. I can't wait!!!

WHAT TIME IS IT?!?!?!

Ok, pop quiz: How many Whoppers do you have to eat before you can get your Spongebob watch?

Right now, readers across the world are shouting out numbers. But, aha! Those of you who are smart will know that this is a trick question! The answer to that is: You can't get a Spongebob watch anywhere!

At least thats the conclusion i've come to. One crispy chicken sandwich, one whopper, and one jr. whopper with no mayo later, I am finally sporting the Patrick watch from Burger King. The King seems to be low on these watches, cause boy are they hard to find. I couldn't even pick the one I wanted, I had to go with the only one they had in stock, Patrick. That's not a diss to Patrick or anything, I just wanted the blue Spongebob more.

But i have to say, this was a great way to spend $1.99. Not only do you get a reversible watch, it even comes with a tin case!! You can put anything in it! Your watch, some marbles, a rectangular peanut butter sandwich if your name is Mitch, bobby pins, mini nunchucks, chopsticks, and really, anything you can think of.

*****
Today I made a visit to my new local library. Boy, its a nice one. And, better yet, they're open on Sundays!! I get so excited in libraries, what with all the potential books i can check out. Except, I couldn't get a library card today because I didn't have proof of my current address, and I had to leave empty handed. EMPTY HANDED!! I looked up some potential books, and lingered in the front lobby a bit reading all the local announcements before leaving and hanging my head in disappointment.

I've got to get my hands on that library card.

*****
Lately I've been having lots of celebrity sightings. (well, their level of celebrity is debatable.) First Jared Leto, then Pauly Shore, again at Ikea. ("stop squeezing the ju-ooze!") And then across the street at work, Quentin Tarantino walked by me. The lady in front of me asked for an autograph, but he declined, and proceeded to walk away. Haha.

Perhaps my dry celebrity sighting spell is over?