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king of all mix cds

As I move out of 736 I Sunchase room 1, my home for the past two years, I have finally come to realize something: I am the best CD maker in the highly competitive field of MIX CDs! Ever see the end of High Fidelity when John Cusack is describing how he creates a good mix tape? I understand exactly what he is saying there! Anyway, I can’t believe how much time I spent into cleaning this place up … I filled up half of the dumpster outside, I ripped off some of my wall while trying to take down my big tack board, and my hands still burn from all the bleach I had to use on that disgusting shower. BUT IT’S ALL DONE! To commemorate the 2 years of stanus tattoo I finally removed from this abode, the blog pic is of me knee-deep in my own trash here. Anyway, for those who have kept up with me for a while you may recall the Shack (for those new around here, check out this little tease of the place). Things are becoming interesting as I move back to NOVA. There looks to be a possiblity of … Shack 2? I’ll keep you posted. L8r!

736 I Phone Number: (540) 442-5767

THREE YEARS LATER: As I have mentioned in previous posts I really wasn’t doing shit for these last six months while living at JMU. In fact most of my time was spent trying to entertain all my free hours away. One of my main activities during this period was – you guessed it – making mix CDs and these things were works of art. The usual one would take me anywhere from 20-30 hours of work picking out tracks, selecting the order, working on a theme, and making the songs segue into each other in an interesting way. The mix I was working on that inspired this blog was called “I’m A Bloopeur Mix” – a title inspired by an old Stever joke.

I’ve started a feature called The Greatest Mix Tapes of All Time! that shows all the track lists and stories behind the songs for all of my mix CDs.

I don’t remember moving out too much. The plan was for me to pack and clean my room throughout the last week in Harrisonburg and then get a ride home from my mom. I don’t remember packing and cleaning at all but I did such a haphazard job of it the night before that she was embarrassed by what she saw when she arrived. But, we made it out of there after another hour or so of scrubbing the walls (that she demanded). Then I took a few quick pictures and said goodbye to the home that saw the best beer pong of my life.

Just for the archives, I added the 736 I phone number some time after publishing this post, though I don’t know when.

PHOTOS: Here are a couple of photos on the day I left my Sunchase apartment – the last day I lived at college. Click to enlarge the photo.
My wall of shame: all the shit I kept my senior (and super senior) year at JMU.'Abandon all sobriety, ye who enter here.' The door to 736 I Sunchase at JMU.Mila inspects all of my crap as I finally move back from college.

UPDATED LINKS: little tease (7/24/2008)


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deuce dedication

Say what you will, but when times get tough; when all hope seems lost; when the events that separate the men from the boys occur; I ignore the pain and don’t leave until I get the job done! For Christmas 2001, I received the Beatles Chronicle, a 370-page book that details every single thing the Beatles did during every single day between 1960 and 1970! When I first glanced at this work I felt completely overwhelmed by just the sheer amount of research and data at my fingertips! So I did what they taught us in COB 300: break down the large system into smaller, workable parts and attack each smaller problem. What that naturally meant for the Beatles Chronicle was to relegate it to bathroom reading material! Yes, after (astonishingly) 911 days, I finished the breaking down of this encylopedic depiction of the Fab Four. I consider it as one of the largest milestones in my life – up there with pissing behind a line of video games at an arcade (age ca. 11), and closing Woodstock 2007 (TBD). One mustn’t forget to check the Seinfeld, Seinsmelled page regularly! Things are wrapping up for season 2! Coincidentally, things are wrapping up for my (admittedly too-long) stay in Harrisonburg. The plans are to leave in 4/5 days. Alright, gotta get back to packing. L8r!

THREE YEARS LATER: Man … this is getting embarrassing: it’s practically four years later at this point. But, fear not, reader … I shall courageously continue on with this task!

For a couple of years, my mom gave Steve and I something Beatles-related for Christmas and (if my math is correct) this book was given for Christmas 2001! This must be correct, because I can remember reading it while in my South View apartment bathroom and I lived there from Fall of 2001 to Spring of 2002. The presentation of the book’s information was so dense I could only spend a minute or two on it … which worked perfectly as bathroom reading material! Strangely, when I finally finished, Steve admitted he had already read it cover-to-cover twice.

COB 300 was the culmination class of the school of business at JMU. It was 16 credit lecture that merged four different business considerations together (management, operations, finance and marketing); it was also where I met and fell in love with Chinflap Jones.

I’m not so sure if I should go into the video game pissing story … only because there’s not much to say. Ah, what the hell. I was traveling around by car, seeing many sights in Texas, New Mexico and Arizona with my brother, Steve; cousin, Melissa; and paternal grandparents. At one hotel stop for the night there was an arcade across the street. I was so excited by this news that I ran over there and started dropping quarters into a Super Mario Bros. game instead of using the bathroom like I urgently needed to. The end of this story is that all of a sudden the juices started a-flowin’ at the beginning of level 1-2. Luckily, all of the arcade machines were situated about a foot away from the walls so I ran back there and let it fly. And I cared not that I was relieving myself on a bunch of electric cords!

UPDATED LINKS: Seinfeld, Seinsmelled (05/26/2008)

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a young man learns a lesson

Has it happened? Is it so? I just came back from seeing Spider-Man 2 and not only am I dissapointed, but kinda sick of the whole thing. This guy was my hero … what the hell happened?

First off, I have to admit: I was sucked in just like so many other people. I didn’t watch any trailers, got a little countdown clock and even bought tickets to the midnight showing of the movie. Honestly, I didn’t think I made it out to be a big deal this time around. Yet still, the moment the credits started to roll at the beginning of the movie I got goose bumps. Apparently, I was excited.

… and I was getting pretty bored by halftime. Some parts of the plot were just rediculous. I know that for a superhero movie, you have to suspend a sense of reality, but a huge science experiment … in an APARTMENT?!?! To stop a huge explosion, the fuel had to be placed in water and yet … this machine was built right on the RIVER?!?!? And a lot of the dialogue in this movie was just downright painful (I hope the scene with Aunt May’s speech will be a chapter unto itself so it can be skipped come DVD time)!

Oh, there was a lot to like. Some smart, funny moments blending the mundane with the superheroic (elevator, pizza delivery), and wall-to-wall Spidey comic references. The fight scenes between Doc Ock and Spidey were absolutely breath-taking, but that goes without saying (the fact that I was only really enjoying myself during these mindless computer animations kinda bugs me, though)! With all this going for it, and the fact that this guy was my favorite hero growing up, I still left unsatisfied.

I started asking myself what do I want in a movie? What makes a movie good? And then I started to think back to “Training Day,” which I had forced Brandon to watch just hours earlier (he made the mistake of telling me he had never seen it before). The movie involved great acting and fun fight scenes too, but what made it different from Spider-Man 2 was that I found myself questioning beliefs and thoughts throughout the movie. I was challenged and I was personally involved. The vast majority of positive Spidey2 reviews say something to the effect that it “will be the most fun you’ll have all summer.” I hope that my summer involves “funner” things than sitting in a theatre and letting my mind rest while watching some flickering lights.

I wrote this review immediately upon getting home, still hot from the dissapointment (that felt personal due to the character involved … sigh I am a nerd). I’ve given it a day and some thought to the fact that perhaps I went in wanting more than was promised. That may be true. However, I left thinking the movie acheived less than it attempted. At times this movie really felt different, but these would be followed by a scene that was lifted straight out of the first Spider-Man. It’s as though Raimi had high hopes and a cool vision for this film, but by decision or corporate pressure, didn’t commit to that vision throughout.

A quick check at Rotten Tomatoes has just shown that after the first viewing people are raving more about this movie. I’ve never seen a 97% rating for a movie on this site before. That said, I’m ready to be wrong. I’m going to get a ticket and see this thing again. I’m going to give Spidey another chance … perhaps even by playing into the movie industry’s hands. But because of all Spidey and I’ve had together in the past (!!!!) he deserves it.

THREE YEARS LATER: It’s true: I scored midnight tickets to see Spider-Man 2 at the Regal Harrisonburg 14 and excitedly counted down the hours until showtime (what else was I going to do … I sure as hell wasn’t working or studying). When I got there with my girlfriend, there was already a line starting from the theater door and went outside the building. Unlike the famous Star Wars lines, there weren’t too many weirdos awaiting entry into this film (besides me, of course). There was one guy dressed up as Spidey (kinda creepy) and I made a point to wear my ratty, 12-year old Spider-Man t-shirt (definitely creepy) but that was about it.

Once we were seated, a DJ from a local radio station stood up front and talked a little about the movie (don’t remember a thing he said) and then asked a few Spidey trivia questions to the crowd for prizes (gift certificates and … I think a boogie board, randomly, was one of the prizes, as well). These questions were strictly for the hardcore fans in the audience such as “What is Spider-Man’s alter ego?” and “Who did Spider-Man marry?” Ugh … I raised my hand like the comic nerd I am but never got called on.

After the movie, we drove back and I recall just laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling for a good 15 minutes, not saying a word. When my girlfriend, Sarah, asked me what was up I admitted I was actually disappointed to the point of being hurt. Listen, I’m a sensitive flower, ok? I forced myself to channel all of these swirling emotions into the greatest, most personal blog yet, but ran out of steam halfway through the damn thing (as it clearly says above, I picked it up where I left off the next day). Brandon IMed me after I posted this blog, saying he thought it was hilarious that my longest and most emotional blog to date was a reaction to a stupid superhero movie, but the love and life I share with Spidey just isn’t meant to be understood by others!

And on a final note, it actually would be quite a while before I had me a second viewing of Spider-Man 2. I believe I didn’t see it again until it came on HBO one night in the Pink Sock. Oh, and I hated it then, too. (05/26/2008)


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countdown to spidey 2

Yes … the official Spider-Man 2 Countdown has begun! According to my Spider-man 2 countdown clock from, we only have 2 days, 56 minutes, and 12 seconds before the likes of Doc Ock and Peter Parker invade and conquer our brains! ARE YOU PREPARED FOR THIS CINEMATIC MASTERPIECE??? In case you are like many of us, who are not fully equipped to go into the greatest movie ever and be able to leave fully functional, please go see Fahrenheit 9/11 as a warm-up. Now, I don’t mean to belittle this “documentary” in any way, but … come on. Fahrenheit 9/11 is a smart, insightful anti-Bush expose, but Spider-Man 2 has fucking DOCTOR OCTOPUS! Well, this webpage will become a small Spidey2 shrine as soon as I see it, but until then spend some time with the Seinfeld gang (season 2 is almost complete). L8r.

THREE YEARS LATER: Can you gather from this blog that I was a little psyched to go see Spider-Man 2 in the theaters? I had a clockdown (a little program that does nothing but countdown the days, hours, and minutes until an event) for weeks before the premiere, and even scored tickets to see the opening night midnight showing.

Maybe I hyped it too much. Maybe I thought it was going to somehow top the first Spider-Man, which I loved so much that I watched it every night for a week after buying the DVD. Maybe it was just a lame, completely silly movie. Who knows, but I was in for quite a disappointment …

UPDATED LINKS: Seinfeld gang (01/30/2008)



So I finally saw Akira, the acclaimed anime movie from 1988 that “changed the way in which Western Cinema viewed Japanese animation.” I always held a grudge of unknown origin against Anime and Manga (it had something to do with the fact that they all looked the same), and I’m slowly learning to break that wall down. Akira was good, but pretty fucking weird. Steve sent me all of his old pictures he took with his first digital camera (he got it Christmas of freshman year), so I have 21 funny old pics up. For more photo fun … the four random pictures on the top bar of, are now clickable. CLICK ONE to see what I mean! L8r.

THREE YEARS LATER: My god, I was full of non-blogs back in my blogging infancy. However, I do enjoy the brevity of these posts. I wish I could slowly move back towards this size of a blog … except with some real meat in each one.

After watching Akira, I read the entire 2,000+ page-long graphic novel (it was broken into six volumes). Akira was an amazingly-illustrated book … I’ve never seen that amount of detail paid to a single project for so long. It’s like the artist never took a day off and never tired of what he was working on. Phenomenal … though I still didn’t understand what the hell was really going on. Methinks this situation demands another read soon.

The picture of Jeff from this blog obviously came from one of Steve’s old pictures he graciously donated to my photoDB. And, finally, if you’re interested in knowing what I meant about the four random pictures on the top bar now being clickable … this was the design I was using at the time.

UPDATED LINKS: funny old pics (01/29/08)


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idenberry thoughts

By no surprise, my car is having trouble starting this week so I decided to do my errands (what little I had) by foot. At one point during the day I passed the old freshman year of college dorm, Ikenberry (or Idenberry as it said on my police log from the Breeze). Anyway, it got me into one of those moods where I gotta check out some old pictures and one thing lead to another. First, check out the massively updated pics page (64 new pictures uploaded this time!). And if that doesn’t satisfy your nostalgia needs, I’ve mirrored my old website here. Hey, you never know when Tripod will dump that piece of shit. L8r.

THREE YEARS LATER: I don’t recall what kind of errands I had during this time that would make me walk on campus (I had already graduated from JMU six months previously at this point) nor do I remember what 64 pics were uploaded to my old photo database. I can, however, easily summon the vivid memories of where “Idenberry” came from.

Freshman year at college was a tremendous experience. So many choices and so much freedom all at once, it really was overwhelming for this 18-year old. I had dabbled in alcohol in high school but college offered me free access to as much as I could handle and then some every weekend. One night, I decided to tackle the legendary power hour – drinking a shot of beer every minute for 60 minutes. Quickly, the math comes out to (1.5 oz in a shot) x (60 shots) = 90 oz of beer / 12 oz in a beer can = 7.5 beers in an hour. It’s a daunting task and I had failed in a couple previous attempts, but this time I came prepared.

I lived in a dorm called Ikenberry and a fellow Ikenberry-mate, Jeff C[removed], and I popped in a movie (I think it was Wild Things) and set up a digital clock to keep us honest and we iron manned our way through it. After an hour, I was pretty fucked up – running through the dorm, screaming and annoying people enough until Jeff’s roommate, Tim, handed me a bottle of Southern Comfort and told me it was water. I was at the level of insobriety where I believed him (and my tongue was in bizarre agreement!)

Anyway, after a few sips of this foul liquid, I must have needed immediate evacuation as I woke up with my head in one of the shared, dorm toilets (not my proudest moment). Worse, I was actually being awakened by one of the Residential Advisers! I had attended a meet and greet session earlier in the semester where this RA had mentioned one of his good friends had died from alcohol poisoning, so I knew I was in for some rough treatment.

He led me back to my room. I recall telling him I couldn’t see and couldn’t walk, but I made the trek from one building to another (my dorm was actually three buildings) and up the stairs fine. Unfortunately, he proceeded to call an Emergency Medical team out to make sure I was OK. When they arrived, I answered all of their questions – just cursory ones to see if I was aware of what was going on. For example, I remember having to say my name and describe my surroundings. After this exhaustive medical analysis they found me not to be dying of alcohol poisoning and let me sleep it off.

Well, that was not the end of the whole story. I received an IDOC – essentially a “strike” – and was sentenced to a 3-day long alcohol safety class on campus. I would even inflict a self-imposed ban on alcohol for a couple of months (though I famously took a shot on the first day of this so-called ban). And yet the story was still not over!

Every Monday, The Breeze – the JMU school newspaper – would publish a highly entertaining police blotter concerning the previous weekend’s lowlights. The Monday after my brush with destiny made me famous, as I saw my name in the police blotter and identifying me as a student from “Idenberry.”

And now you know … the rest of the story!

UPDATED LINKS: pics, old website


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george bonanza

Entered my first (and probably last) beer pong tournament this weekend. It was 8 teams of 2 (down from a supposed 25 teams of 2) and $160 was up for the winners. Sadly, Nate and I were the third team eliminated (even after a game where I shot 5 cups!). Ah well. Also finally saw the Ring, and it was just freaky enough to keep my attention but I wouldn’t call it scary. Here’s what I’ve really been spending my time doing though. Season 1 of Seinfeld is completed with many a review! Also, 12 new pics have been added to the pics site, all of which were donated by the Jeff C. Estate (and thus explains why some of them are terribly grainy). L8r.

THREE YEARS LATER: As I recall Nate convinced me to take a trip down to Winchester, VA for a “huge” beer pong tournament one weekend. I drove down, got lost trying to locate Nate, and finally met up with him at a gas station. I followed him out to a house in the middle of nowhere that had a huge barn behind it. Stacks and stacks of apple crates were placed on top of each other about 10 feet high in the barn, but there was some clear space in the back where we set up a table.

Besides Nate I knew exactly one person … and I had only met him once. Most of the other players were a bit sketch, but this was when I was at my beer pong-playing prime so I wasn’t intimidated in the least. I even dazzled a few opponents with some pre-game warm ups, hitting the cup they would call out (yeah … I played a lot back then). Unfortunately, even though only 8 teams showed up, with one table it still took a good hour or two before Nate and I got to play. We easily knocked out our opponents but in the long interim between our first and second games Nate become obliterated. All he had to do was hit 1 cup in our second game, as I managed to hit 5, but he couldn’t and we were unceremoniously evicted from the tournament.

The tournament started to slowly fizzle away as losing teams left, but when it was all over those who remained went inside the house to watch “The Ring” and pass out. By the end of the movie, I was the only one still awake. I didn’t feel comfortable enough to sleep there, so I got in my car and drove back to my apartment around 4 in the morning.

Contrary to what I predicted in this post, this would not be my final beer pong tournament. As of January 2008, I entered into a 2005 office tournament with roommate, Brandon, and a 2007 tournament against Howard Stern interns with roommate, Alex. One I won and the other I was out in 3 rounds.

The 12 pictures that I received from Jeff were from Spring Break 2002 – a great time that eventually needs it’s own, separate blog.

UPDATED LINKS: Seinfeld, pics (01/24/2008)

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an update about nothing

With the invaluable assistance of Mr. Brandon Bert, the Seinfeld, Seinsmelled page has been updated. The very first two episodes of this brilliant series have been reviewed … I know, this is the absolute first time that’s ever been done … on the web, even! Look for the other 3 episodes that round out the first season to appear within in the week (we’re both pretty bored). L8r.

THREE YEARS LATER: My friend, Brandon Bert, and I were so obsessed with the show, Seinfeld, that we’d rarely have a conversation without some type of reference to Jerry and the gang. So, when I decided to create my Seinfeld, Seinsmelled site – with reviews of every single episode in the show’s 9-year life – I knew I would have someone who would immediately contribute.

In fact, these first couple of reviews were created before the release of Seinfeld Season 1 on DVD. I vividly recall how Brandon had almost 90% of the episodes on his computer in MPEG format and would dole them out to me in order for the reviews. Unfortunately, Brandon hasn’t reviewed a Seinfeld episode since 2005, however Seinfeld, Seinsmelled continues on without him.

UPDATED LINKS: Seinfeld, Seinsmelled


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notice anything new?

Since was first uploaded I have been receiving IMs from friends wanting to know where certain pages are. I’d always go into a long description as to 1) where the discussed page was 2) why the discussed page was placed there and 3) how much sense it makes that the discussed page is where it is. However, for some reason, these conversations continued to occur … most of the time with the same people over and over again. The proverbial straw broke when I could not explain to myself why the friends cards were under the oral section. This, plus the fact that some things about the original layout were less than satisfactory, prompted me to redesign the index page! In other news, apparently Jeff C[removed] (yes, ladies, the same man of the USAF Experience fame!) greets certain people with “any bra pics” during IM conversations. Upon using this same greeting with the man, himself, I was treated to a few great pics from the past that I have placed online for your viewing pleasure. And I do mean pleasure. L8r

THREE YEARS LATER: I thought it would be cool to have different sections of my website based on what sense was used to enjoy it. Pictures would go into “visual.” My rants about music and the Bj and Nate Show radio program would fall into “aural.” Quotes and stories would fall into “oral.” Even though this isn’t displayed until my [] web design, I’m pretty sure this was devised slowly during my previous website layouts.

Anyway, since everything was starting to just be in written form, it made little sense to continue this paradigm. Also, it was just kinda lame. What started out as a seemingly creative way of structuring my new site transformed into nothing more than confusion for both readers and me. The eventual dropping of this layout, however, wouldn’t be seen until August of 2004.

And, finally, a word about the bra pic question. Apparently, during sophomore year of college, Jeff was talking with Allison Reip (now Xanthopoulos) on IM and was a little inebrieted. He jokingly (?) asked for a picture of her in a bra … and received one! Here’s a helpful hint: that story never 1) gets old and 2) fails to bring laughter when brought up in the company of these two!

UPDATED LINKS: friends cards, viewing pleasure

DEAD LINKS: oral section, the USAF Experience (09/26/2007)

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If there’s one thing I have learned from my academic career it’s how to procrastinate really well. Runner-up for that position, however, would be working brilliantly under pressure. I just spent a couple of hours on my job: making a website while contracting with Brainstorm Technologies. Heh, yeah I told them I’d have this site done by Monday morning. Hey! I was telling the truth … it’s 4:39 am here. I’ve also found myself sinking back into working on the Beer Pong game. It now has sound, animation, and a slick, Street Fighter 2-esque selection and versus screen. It’ll be hot. L8r.

THREE YEARS LATER: I treated my first post-college job (freelance web design) exactly like I treated most of my college work: I waited until the absolute last minute to do anything about it. So, even though I had nothing to do for an entire six-month period, I still managed to put off all of my web designs until hours before they were due.

This post is in regards to my first project for Brainstorm: CMPro (I must say that the giant, tacky business card on the front page was a client demand). I vividly remember hurrying as fast as possible to get this finished by the morning. I was the only one still awake in the apartment and I felt a lot of pressure to complete the job. Still, I seem to work well in situation of intense pressure and I was able to knock something out. I passed out for probably twelve hours afterwards only to wake up to an email full of changes from the client. Typical.

The beer pong video game benefited greatly from my viewing of Kill Bill. I incorporated several of the fighting theme songs from the movie into the selection screens and got pretty damn far in planning the surrounding of the game. Stats, power ups, and the flow of the game plan were all elements I put a lot of time into, but the actual gameplay never did leap off the ground like I thought it would.

UPDATED LINKS: Brainstorm Technologies

DEAD LINKS: website (09/08/2007)


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