Check them all out on my new favorite site to listen to new music: www.hypem.com. I started the list with my absolute fav from 2009. Check it out here. If you want a CD with these songs, post and I will send you a copy. Word.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Two Posts in One Day? What is this bloggity world coming to?
This is about 5 months past the point of relevance, but in keeping with tradition, thought I would post my favorite songs of 2009 (from my favorite albums of 2009). FYI, a couple of early 2010 songs slipped in there.
Check them all out on my new favorite site to listen to new music: www.hypem.com. I started the list with my absolute fav from 2009. Check it out here. If you want a CD with these songs, post and I will send you a copy. Word.
Check them all out on my new favorite site to listen to new music: www.hypem.com. I started the list with my absolute fav from 2009. Check it out here. If you want a CD with these songs, post and I will send you a copy. Word.
BB5 Makes Triumphant Return
We’ve been here before. Eons since the last entry. I know, I know. What the blog is wrong with the BB5 staff?! To summarize the last 5 months:
1) Starting working in the entertainment industry in Burbank (it’s not porn) as a CFO! Fun people, brilliant creative and….. it’s NOT PORN. Check out some of our work here. So far, working in the entertainment industry has not gotten me any of the expected perks. But I’m sure ScarJo, Speidi and I will be doing coke at Les Deux soon. Like probably next Thursday.
2) I broke my elbow
And there you have it. Yeah, there was a lot of other stuff that happened in there, but the best story was the whole elbow debacle. Thought it would be best to do it Q & A style. These questions were taken from weeks of (the same, ahem) conversations following the incident.
“How did it happen?”
a) Jumping off the triple ropes and doing an elbow drop on somebody’s jaw in a ‘pickup’ all-star wrestling match.
b) Fell while attempting a wicked triple mctwist ali on a halfpipe blindfolded.
c) Broke it while saving a cat holding a baby that fell from a tree that had caught fire due to a meth house explosion.
d) I was with the pope and I……………aw f*ck it, I broke it whilst running in the rain in downtown SF.
Lucky for me, I went down in front of only about 100 people at a busy intersection in the financial district during rush hour. Awesome. To my defense, I think I could probably sue the city for the slickness of the curbs in the rain (made of a different material than the less slick but still hazardous sidewalk). We all know I am not the most graceful, but seriously, I stood no chance.
“Did they put you under?
Yes. And when I emerged, the following conversation took place:
Nurse: “What is your name?”
Me (with no hesitation): “Michael Jordan”
And I wasn’t even trying to be a jackass. I really thought that was my name….initially. I went in to anesthesia a white guy with a quick third step and came out the best basketball player in the history of the game.
“Did you bring your IPhone with you and take any gruesome pictures while you were out of your mind on heavy pain drugs?” But of course!
Monday Bloody Monday
This is the money shot. Blue liquid being injected into the joints around my elbow = delicious photo.
And one "after" shot. For the rest of my life, I will be like Steve Austin.... in the elbow only......
“What was the hardest thing to do with a broken elbow?”
1) Flossing – trust me, it’s tough when one of your arms doesn’t bend!
2) Eating stuff out of a bowl. It required me to eat at, get this, a TABLE. How sucky is that?
3) Scratching and/or cleaning my right upper arm. This was pretty much impossible.
4) Physics – oh wait, that had nothing to do with the elbow.
“Can I have your left over pain medication?”
Definitely the most asked question. And good to know that most of my friends are one step away from becoming late-in-life Elvis.
“Did you have a roommate at SF General?”
Yes. My gangsta roommate broke both of his legs when a car hit him as he was drunkenly crossing the street at 5:30 in the morning. Highlights of our time together:
Day 1: The guy’s girlfriend and his mom get into it. Mom accuses girlfriend of pushing him in front of car. Yelling match ensues for like 15 minutes. Guy orders mom out of the room. Exact words, “B*tch, get out of the f*cking room”. All the while on his personal TV, The Jeffersons were on at full blast. I’m not even making this up.
1) Starting working in the entertainment industry in Burbank (it’s not porn) as a CFO! Fun people, brilliant creative and….. it’s NOT PORN. Check out some of our work here. So far, working in the entertainment industry has not gotten me any of the expected perks. But I’m sure ScarJo, Speidi and I will be doing coke at Les Deux soon. Like probably next Thursday.
2) I broke my elbow
And there you have it. Yeah, there was a lot of other stuff that happened in there, but the best story was the whole elbow debacle. Thought it would be best to do it Q & A style. These questions were taken from weeks of (the same, ahem) conversations following the incident.
“How did it happen?”
a) Jumping off the triple ropes and doing an elbow drop on somebody’s jaw in a ‘pickup’ all-star wrestling match.
b) Fell while attempting a wicked triple mctwist ali on a halfpipe blindfolded.
c) Broke it while saving a cat holding a baby that fell from a tree that had caught fire due to a meth house explosion.
d) I was with the pope and I……………aw f*ck it, I broke it whilst running in the rain in downtown SF.
Lucky for me, I went down in front of only about 100 people at a busy intersection in the financial district during rush hour. Awesome. To my defense, I think I could probably sue the city for the slickness of the curbs in the rain (made of a different material than the less slick but still hazardous sidewalk). We all know I am not the most graceful, but seriously, I stood no chance.
“Did they put you under?
Yes. And when I emerged, the following conversation took place:
Nurse: “What is your name?”
Me (with no hesitation): “Michael Jordan”
And I wasn’t even trying to be a jackass. I really thought that was my name….initially. I went in to anesthesia a white guy with a quick third step and came out the best basketball player in the history of the game.
“Did you bring your IPhone with you and take any gruesome pictures while you were out of your mind on heavy pain drugs?” But of course!
Monday Bloody Monday
This is the money shot. Blue liquid being injected into the joints around my elbow = delicious photo.
And one "after" shot. For the rest of my life, I will be like Steve Austin.... in the elbow only......
“What was the hardest thing to do with a broken elbow?”1) Flossing – trust me, it’s tough when one of your arms doesn’t bend!
2) Eating stuff out of a bowl. It required me to eat at, get this, a TABLE. How sucky is that?
3) Scratching and/or cleaning my right upper arm. This was pretty much impossible.
4) Physics – oh wait, that had nothing to do with the elbow.
“Is it true that you predicted your injury?”
True story, the day before it happened I remember thinking to myself, “I wonder what it would be like to live with one arm”. No crap. What is frustrating is that I also remember thinking to myself, “I wonder what it would be really rich and super buff and like married to a supermodel and stuff”.
True story, the day before it happened I remember thinking to myself, “I wonder what it would be like to live with one arm”. No crap. What is frustrating is that I also remember thinking to myself, “I wonder what it would be really rich and super buff and like married to a supermodel and stuff”.
“Did you have a cast?”
Half a cast for 2 weeks, but I threw that thing away because I’m just way too tough for that garbage.
Half a cast for 2 weeks, but I threw that thing away because I’m just way too tough for that garbage.
“Can I have your left over pain medication?”
Definitely the most asked question. And good to know that most of my friends are one step away from becoming late-in-life Elvis.
“Did you have a roommate at SF General?”
Yes. My gangsta roommate broke both of his legs when a car hit him as he was drunkenly crossing the street at 5:30 in the morning. Highlights of our time together:
Day 1: The guy’s girlfriend and his mom get into it. Mom accuses girlfriend of pushing him in front of car. Yelling match ensues for like 15 minutes. Guy orders mom out of the room. Exact words, “B*tch, get out of the f*cking room”. All the while on his personal TV, The Jeffersons were on at full blast. I’m not even making this up.
Day 2: The guy’s homies show up. Clearly drunk. At about 1:30 in the afternoon. N words are thrown left and right and promises made to ‘f*ck up the mother f*cker who did this to you’. All the while, I’m reeling in pain post-surgery just trying to get some sleep. Yeah. it was awesome.
All in all, an extremely rewarding experience. And by rewarding I mean completely rotten. Until next post/year, I bid you a fond farewell.
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