The Life of Brad

My Own Homecoming

2009-05-03T18:25:00.000-07:00

When I can, I head south a ways and stay at my mom's place for a weekend, and guess what? I just did! I filmed a little and made a quick vlog about it, and it turned out as one of the best blogs I've made in a while.

It's got a few references to previous blogs that I've made, so if you'd like to be in the loop, and take an even deeper look inside my random-ass life, check out my 60-something vlogs right over here:

www.youtube.com/polysaturatedfat

I think they're pretty awesome.

Without further adieu, here's the new one!

---Brad D.

Ticking Away, the Moments That Make Up a Dull Day...

2009-04-29T14:10:00.001-07:00

Have you ever listened to the song Time by Pink Floyd called "Time"? Well, if you never have, the lyrical example of it in the title of this blog should give you some hint as to what it's about, and how it fits perfectly as the soundtrack to every job you have ever had. The latter is certainly true for me, and is appropriate right at this very moment. As I sit on this counter, procrastinating things that I should undoubtedly be doing, I absolutely cannot help but fantasize about things that I would much rather be doing, and being that my job is currently as boring as it is, rearranging my sock drawer is very high on said list.
Perhaps this is the hidden reason we go to college, avoiding horrible bouts of boredom. Sure, the accredability is wonderful, and a pay raise can work wonders, but what better reward can you possibly reap than being able to be happy with what you do? I could be getting paid $30 an hour to sit on this counter, but that wouldn't change the fact that it's boring as all hell, and that I would hurt a child in order to go home early.
Furthermore, maybe people like me were the inspiration for Steve Jobs when he developed the iPhone, so that I could lean against this door (I've changed positions) and type out drivel about my poor working conditions. Or maybe he thought of me and the boredom that I faced when pooping, and maybe he said to himself, "Hey, that guy right there, he derves to be able to drive race cars, or pop bubbles, of explore the Serengeti, all while taking a shit", and bam, the iPhone was born.
Whatever the case may be, the point of this blog really comes down to my appreciation of the iPhone, and for Apple in general, because if it weren't for the iPhone, I might actually be working right now.
Yech.

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2009-04-28T14:22:00.000-07:00

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--Brad.

Downtime.

2009-04-26T13:55:00.001-07:00

Man, I've been out of it for a while. "It" being the blogging circuit, as well as other things in my life that I've involved in. I've basically been schooling, working, and boyfriending.

I'm very unimpressed with my new term. My writing class is a joke, and I'm convinced that my teacher is one of those individuals that will go through life with a veil over his face. He's one of those guys who literally doesn't have a TV or a cell phone, but secretly wants one. A self-described technophobe, he's a firm believer in the process of delving far too deep into matters that are actually much more shallow than he desperately wants them to be.

My computer class is ok, but my teacher tends to get a little preachy, trying to impress us with computer facts that he in his old(er) age finds fascinating, but are mundane to the students.

I'm not even going to discuss my incredibly lame art class.

Acting class is going ok. My teacher is a writer/actor, and has worked with both the stage and screen. The class itself has a deep focus on acting for film, so we are acting into cameras. My first assignment was to perform a monolog from the film Adaptation. I memorized it the morning before I performed it directly into a camera, and it went famously. What's more is that I'm taking the class with Dena, and I've found that school goes much more smoothly when you're there with your best friend.

Today, I continued the current lazy trend. I woke up at 8:30, a very early time for such lazy intentions. The Girlfriend went out for a walk with the dog, and is now spending the day with her friend, shopping and such. The most ambitious thing I did was clean my apartment while watching the Metallica film "Some Kind of Monster", one of my favorites. It's coming to an end now, and I believe that I'm going to take a nap until The Girlfriend gets home. I would love to write a little, but I'm just not feeling it.

I'm bored.

--Brad D.

I'm Sick

2009-04-17T00:12:00.000-07:00

I suppose it would be smart of me to introduce my video blogs... In addition to being fond of text-based blogs, I also make short movies, like the one below. This particular one is about the cold bug that I recently caught. Enjoy!

You can watch the rest of my videos here: www.youtube.com/polysaturatedfat

--Brad D.

The Nicest Day of the Year... So Far

2009-04-06T23:23:00.000-07:00

I'm awoken around 7:45 by he sound (and feel) of Dena getting up to take our dog, Taz, out for a pee, and possibly a poop. While this wakes me up every morning, it's merely phase one of what could be a multi-phase waking system, in which I wake up and fall asleep repeatedly until the intrusive buzz of my iPhone dictates that my slumber is, indeed, unwillingly over. Dena was already starting her multi-phase hair and makeup process at that point. She had her first class of the new term today while I did not, as Monday is my one day off for the week. However, I believe in the idea of a courteous boyfriend, and so I walk her to school whenever I can, no matter if I have school or not. In terms of how early we arrive to school, Dena doesn't give herself as much leeway as I do, so we're out the door at 7:40 for an 8 AM class, putting us outside her classroom at almost exactly 8. A quick kiss, and she's off to learn stuff.

I walk back home, or stroll, rather, and suddenly take keen notice of the amazing day we were experiencing. Even at this early morning, a t-shirt was most definitely not necessary, and it was even warm in the shade. I took the long(er) way home so I could cut through Jameson Park and check out the fountain, which has recently returned to a daily function, Spring permitting. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't running at that particular time, but I stuck around anyway, and eventually snapped this picture:

I think it turned out nicely. Good 'ol iPhone camera.

Once home, I clean the house a little, surf the internet a little, and it's eventually time to pick Dena up from school. Once again experiencing an increasingly nice day, we walk home together for lunch, or my lack thereof. Since I was only working a 6-hour shift today, I planned to skip lunch and have the leftover spaghetti for dinner (The spaghetti was delicious). After an unfortunate discussion about finances, I'm out the door by 12:15 to head to work, and end up being late because I missed the streetcar. My journey is roughly 20 blocks, but with the pace at which I walk, I'm there in no time.

It's always tough to work knowing that it's nice outside. In a job like mine, you can be leaving for work as most people are coming home, and go home yourself when most people are fast asleep, and have been for hours. Today was a little tough. Looking outside, you can clearly tell what the weather is like, but I knew I would be leaving by 6, making it OK. Walking outside after work, I'm hit with a wave of warm air, for the first time in months. The streets were loaded with people, commuting, lounging, shopping, begging, procrastinating. It was a great day to be alive, and outside.

Dena was already at her job by the time I left mine, so I met her there, and stayed there until she closed up shop for the night. When we opened the door to leave we were hit not with the heat of Spring, but the smell of it, and in full force. We snorted the warm, sweet air all the way home, thankful that Spring got off it's lazy ass and sprung into action, no pun intended.

Tomorrow's weather forecast calls for 77 degrees and sunny...