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2004-07-12 - 12:08 a.m.
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The Nine Greatest Songs of All Time (Right Now)
1. Spymob
"National Holidays"2. The Doobie Brothers
"Takin’ It To The Streets" 3. J-Kwon
"Hood Hop" 4. Blink-182
"Down" 5. Guns’n’Roses
"Garden Of Eden" 6. Elephant Man f/ Twista, Youngbloodz and Kiprich
"Jook Gal (Head Gawn remix)" 7. K. Fox
"Haven’t You Heard" 8. Led Zeppelin
"Hats Off To (Roy) Harper" 9. Todd Rundgren
"Hello, It’s Me" |
This past week was the first in about a month that I didn’t work 40 or 50 hours, and it’s finally really started to feel like summer now that I’ve had time to sit around the apartment on a daily basis and do things like read and play video games. In fact, I’ve been doing a LOT of the latter. I’m not really much of a gamer, but there are a handful of fairly simple, repetitive games that I can really get into a groove with, stuff like Tetris and Mario-Kart. And when I saw Zac last month, he gave me his old Game Boy he doesn’t use anymore, along with a few games, including Ms. Pac-Man, and I’ve been addicted to it all over again. Whenever I play Ms. Pac-Man (always Ms., the original is inferior) in arcades, I’m impressed with myself if I get up to 30,000 points. But now that my play is unrestrained by quarters, I’ve been getting much better scores. For a while, my personal best was stalling out around 50k, but then one night last week, I couldn’t get to sleep, so I stayed up all night playing for hours, and pushed my high score all the way up to 97k, nearly doubling my previous best. After that victory, I was feeling pretty full of myself, at least until I got the inkling to google around and find out what the all-time high score is, which is somewhere in the 900k’s, about ten times as much as I got. I could never hope to get that far, but I’m pretty confident that if I ever found a Ms. Pac-Man competition, I could get in there and kick ass. About a month ago, when J.G. and I were down in Delaware visiting with Mom, I bought a new pair of shoes and some new laces for some old ones. But when we went home, I forgot and left them in the trunk of Mom’s car. Which kinda sucked, but wasn’t a big deal, I was willing to wait until the next time I went down to get the shoes and stuff, but Mom decided to box them up and UPS them to me. Of course, since I work til noon on weekdays, the first day they came while I was out. And then the next couple days they came in the afternoon, but either they didn’t buzz up, or I didn’t hear it, or the buzzer in my buidling isn’t working, which I know it was the case a few weeks ago, and it’s used so rarely that I’m not sure if it’s still broken. But anyway it was kind of annoying to keep getting those notes every day. I could sat out on the front step waiting for them, but I really didn’t feel like spending my few hours between work shifts that way when I could be in my air conditioned apartment. So after they gave up trying to deliver, UPS sent me a little card telling me where I could pick up the package, and one day after work I went in search of the place. And man, do I hate looking for a buidling when all I have is the address, driving around and staring at all the buildings and squinting trying to see if any have numbers on them, which most don’t, even businesses. It was on York Road, which is like the main road here, but I had no idea how far north it was. I just kept driving and driving until I went way past all the business and civilizations and into the sticks and still hadn’t reached the address I was looking for. I finally came out the other end and past a few big corporate headquarters-type places, and found the UPS center. But I finally got my shoes, just a couple days before heading back to Mom’s. Ugh, what a waste of time and energy, on both her and my parts. I mean, I don’t want to sound ungrateful, because I appreciate what she did, but it was frustrating. But my new shoes are awesome, and my old shoes look good as new with those clean white new laces on ‘em. Last week for the 4th of July, J.G. and I went down into the city to spend the holiday with my dad and his friends. Usually we watch the fireworks from the top of his house, but this time they decided to go right down to the inner harbor, across the water from the Pier Six Pavillion. Michael McDonald was playing, and we could actually see the stage pretty well and hear them for free, which is pretty cool. The fireworks were pretty wild to see that close up, too. -al
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