Okay so it's almost four in the morning and I am wasting my life on YouTube. But who doesn't do that? Anyways, look at this little (well not so little) beauty I stumbled upon. What I wrote in the parentheses in the previous sentence will make since after you watch the following video. It made me laugh out loud more than a couple times.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Movie & Poker Night
Movie: National Treasure 2
Food: cookies, cookies, and spicy shrimp pasta
Drink of choice: Diet Coke
Attendees: Hana, Emily, Candice, Stephanie, and myself
Food: cookies, cookies, and spicy shrimp pasta
Drink of choice: Diet Coke
Attendees: Hana, Emily, Candice, Stephanie, and myself
KB24
I was bored tonight and wondered if I could still produce a decent sketch. I don't remember the last time I really just sat down and drew something. Well I decided to draw the NBA's 2007-2008 MVP, standing 6 foot 6, shooting guard for the Los Angeles Lakers, number 24, Kobe Bryant. You can hate him, but he's pretty darn good.
My favorite basketball player in this particular moment in time.
My favorite basketball player in this particular moment in time.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
In Your Atmosphere
quoted from John Mayer's blog:
It's a funny time to be alive right now, in that I'm not quite sure we're celebrating like we should. I don't mean the "Hand me your keys, Dan! " celebrating. I mean the very innate act of celebration; human appreciation. Group reveling. A general sense of "This is my tribe and this is our fellowship. " Like a concert.
Chances are you won't get hit by that proverbial bus people always talk about when they're smoking a Lucky Strike and tipping back on their chair. Odds are also on your side (thank God) that you won't ever get the news from your doctor that you have only months left to live. But you know what he may very well tell you? That you need a new hip. Nobody ever says "live it up because someday you might need a new hip" but it's the truth. They don't say "Be good to one another because in time we'll all know a medical lab technician on a first name basis" but it happens every day.
"In Your Atmosphere" - John Mayer
favorite song and artist at this particular moment in time.
It's a funny time to be alive right now, in that I'm not quite sure we're celebrating like we should. I don't mean the "Hand me your keys, Dan! " celebrating. I mean the very innate act of celebration; human appreciation. Group reveling. A general sense of "This is my tribe and this is our fellowship. " Like a concert.
Chances are you won't get hit by that proverbial bus people always talk about when they're smoking a Lucky Strike and tipping back on their chair. Odds are also on your side (thank God) that you won't ever get the news from your doctor that you have only months left to live. But you know what he may very well tell you? That you need a new hip. Nobody ever says "live it up because someday you might need a new hip" but it's the truth. They don't say "Be good to one another because in time we'll all know a medical lab technician on a first name basis" but it happens every day.
"In Your Atmosphere" - John Mayer
favorite song and artist at this particular moment in time.
Heroes
We all have them in our lives. We all want to be one. Whether it's hitting the game winning shot, killing the big spider nearing your significant other, or simply being a good role model for others. Heroes. We all need them. I'm just lucky to be considered one of the best.... ever.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Goodbye Phoenix! And Good Night!
Today marked the end of my vacay in Phoenix. Goodbyes were said and hugs were exchanged. But before we get to that, I will tell you about my day yesterday (Monday the 13th). I woke up at 8:12, quickly got ready, and went with my Uncle Lance to take Hailey and Garrett to school. It was their first day of the new school year and I couldn't imagine how bummed out they were. They were big kids though and handled their teachers and new classmates like men. While the kids were at school, my uncle and I went to this landscaping/homebuilding warehouse type place. My uncle is building an outdoor kitchen in the backyard so he needed some materials. After he bought what he needed, we dropped it off at the house and we went shooting. Yup, with guns. Yes, real guns. And yes, I, Sean Song, pulled the trigger on a real gun. In order to legally shoot the guns we brought out in the open, we had to drive out into the desert in the middle of nowhere. But before we left, we needed things to shoot. So my uncle stopped to get gas and sent me into the QuickTrip to buy some targets... a 12 pack of soda cans. I picked Wild Cherry Pepsi because it was the cheapest they had and it's wildly delicious. So we laid out the cans and put some on raised platforms for the main attraction (more about that later). I'm lucky to have such a patient uncle, let me say that right now. With the first couple guns I shot, I couldn't hit a sumo wrestler if he stood ten feet away from me. I really sucked at aiming using the pistols.
It wasn't until I shot one of the bigger guns we brought did I have more control. It looked like a typical army man's gun. It rested against my shoulder so I felt like I had more control over it, which made aiming a lot easier. I hit a couple cans with that one. And seeing a pepsi can fizz up and explode after you shoot a bullet through it is a pretty satisfying feeling. How powerful the kick is on some of those guns is just crazy. I had no idea it was so hard to keep a steady hand. We saved the best for last. We busted out "the fifty." Another appropriate name for this last gun would be the "don't-mess-with-me-or-I-will-shoot-you-from-a-mile-away-gun."
It weighs about forty pounds, it's about four feet tall when it is stood up vertically, and it's in a number of action movies. That thing is insane! First of all, when it is fired, it is so incredibly loud that I had to brace myself whenever it was shot. Secondly, there's a huge burst of air that is backfired at you when you're shooting it. I'm talking like enough air to recreate the Marilyn Monroe photoshoot if you wore a white dress. And lastly, the bullets that thing shoots are huge and they travel amazingly fast. I shot a glass beer bottle with "the fifty" and it made me feel like a manly man. We were out there for about an hour and it was about 111 degrees out. But it was pretty fun shooting all those different kinds of guns. I mean I'm not a gun person, but it was one of those experiences that you can really appreciate and still have fun with. I wouldn't have done it if it was anyone else but my Uncle Lance, I'm glad we got to do things together this summer. Well after I "played terrorist" as my uncle jokingly said, we picked Hailey and Garrett up from school and then my Auntie Lara came to pick me up. But first, my Uncle Lance showed us his dinner for the night (huge King Crab legs!).
Then my Auntie Lara took me to Saporro where we would meet up with my Auntie Lana and eat. It's this really modern looking sushi place with pretty good sushi. My Auntie Lara told me it's like a night club at night and people try to pick up dates there. It was their happy hour so my aunties and I went happy and ordered 60 bucks worth of half-priced sushi rolls. The place was good, just like they told me.
[to be continued...]
It wasn't until I shot one of the bigger guns we brought did I have more control. It looked like a typical army man's gun. It rested against my shoulder so I felt like I had more control over it, which made aiming a lot easier. I hit a couple cans with that one. And seeing a pepsi can fizz up and explode after you shoot a bullet through it is a pretty satisfying feeling. How powerful the kick is on some of those guns is just crazy. I had no idea it was so hard to keep a steady hand. We saved the best for last. We busted out "the fifty." Another appropriate name for this last gun would be the "don't-mess-with-me-or-I-will-shoot-you-from-a-mile-away-gun."
It weighs about forty pounds, it's about four feet tall when it is stood up vertically, and it's in a number of action movies. That thing is insane! First of all, when it is fired, it is so incredibly loud that I had to brace myself whenever it was shot. Secondly, there's a huge burst of air that is backfired at you when you're shooting it. I'm talking like enough air to recreate the Marilyn Monroe photoshoot if you wore a white dress. And lastly, the bullets that thing shoots are huge and they travel amazingly fast. I shot a glass beer bottle with "the fifty" and it made me feel like a manly man. We were out there for about an hour and it was about 111 degrees out. But it was pretty fun shooting all those different kinds of guns. I mean I'm not a gun person, but it was one of those experiences that you can really appreciate and still have fun with. I wouldn't have done it if it was anyone else but my Uncle Lance, I'm glad we got to do things together this summer. Well after I "played terrorist" as my uncle jokingly said, we picked Hailey and Garrett up from school and then my Auntie Lara came to pick me up. But first, my Uncle Lance showed us his dinner for the night (huge King Crab legs!).
Then my Auntie Lara took me to Saporro where we would meet up with my Auntie Lana and eat. It's this really modern looking sushi place with pretty good sushi. My Auntie Lara told me it's like a night club at night and people try to pick up dates there. It was their happy hour so my aunties and I went happy and ordered 60 bucks worth of half-priced sushi rolls. The place was good, just like they told me.
[to be continued...]
Sunday, August 12, 2007
I Went to the Grand Canyon?
Well my aunties took my cousins and myself to the Grand Canyon this weekend and it was vonderful. Let me break it down for ya. My Auntie Lara picked my cousins and myself up from my uncle's house Friday afternoon and we met up with my Auntie Lana at their house. Then we ate and spent three hours or so driving to Williams, Arizona. It's basically an old run-down "quaint" but hick-like small town. Cowboys are seen as cooler than Batman and Superman in Williams. Cowboys are pretty much the ideal profession in Williams. It was a cute little place. Our hotel was conveniently located right next to the train depot where we would journey to the Grand Canyon the next morning via train. Friday night, we walked around downtown Williams, which was probably about the size of your neighborhood, if that. Something that was pretty cool about that little town was that Route 66 ran right through it. So we did as the tourists do and took pictures in front of the Route 66 sign. Then we ate at Max & Thelma's restaurant, the dining/gift shop place located next to our hotel (which was also owned or founded by Max & Thelma whoever they were). Before we ate dinner, we stopped by the gift shop and my Auntie Lara bought me a pocket knife key chain with my name engraved into it. It is BAD @$$ mann. Keeping that thing in my pocket makes me feel invincible. I mean sure, a ten year old kid could strangle me before I could pop the little blade out of the thing but whatever. It's still cool and it is officially my first real weapon! And it was only $4.99 pluse tax. A dinner buffet at Max & Thelma's was part of the Triple A package my Auntie Lara paid for. The buffet was satisfying to say the least. Mac & cheese, potatoes, steamed vegetables, string beans, broccoli, two different kinds of pastas, honey barbequed roasted chicken, clam chowder, salad, and prime rib. Then the desserts included chocolate puddiing, banana pudding, red jello, yellow jello, carrot cake, strawberry shortcake (ghetto version), chocolate cake, nasty looking cake, a different nasty looking cake, and whip cream for your dispensing pleasure. Sounds good, huh? It was definately good. The buffet made the trip worth while and this was before we even saw the Grand Canyon.
Let's fast forward to Saturday morning. I had trouble sleeping. Well for one, we all went to bed at 11:30 which is super early for me. I kept waking up and the bed or the pillow or something was just not working for me. Oh well, it happens.... at bad hotels. Haha I'm just kidding. Well I woke up at 6:50 AM and we left for a buffet breakfast that was at the same restaurant we ate dinner at the night before. The food included pancakes, potatoes, french toast, sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, biscuits and gravy (that looked like fish fat), four kinds of cereal, and an oatmeal bar (definately a highlight). We ate for an hour or so and watched a staged cowboy shoot out. It was funny, grody at times, and cheesy, but entertaining nonetheless. Then we walked 200 yards or so to our train car. Our train attendant (?) was named Kathy and was very nice. The train ride was two hours and 15 minutes long but seemed longer. We arrived at the canyon and it was absolutely breathtaking. It was so huge and so stunning in its natural beauty that pictures don't do it justice. Everything about it is just so amazing that it makes you realize how big this world is. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be an eagle soaring over Arizona. Okay the last four sentences were bs but I'm sure some people felt that way. Don't get me wrong, the Grand Canyon was indeed much bigger than I thought it would be. I thought it would be more orange but what are you going to do? It was pretty crazy to look down and out and see nothing but rock. It was uncanny how big the Grand Canyon is and how far it stretches. It's 7,000 feet above sea level. What a drop! And apparently at least two people a year experience that drop and a not-so-sudden stop. Which got me thinking how stupid some people can be. There is like a three foot rock-built barrier around the rim and people still manage to fall off and "sugar we're going down swinging." Thinking about that fatal drop gave me the idea to throw rocks down into the canyon. That was fun! I couldn't see where my rocks finally landed but just knowing that they fell 3,000 feet or so was enough to make me throw more and more rocks. We ate at El Tovar or something like that. Rachel Ray ate at the restaurant we decided to eat lunch at on one of her food network shows. My aunties and I ordered the same thing Rachel Ray did just because Rachel Ray ordered it and that seemed like a good enough reason at the time. It was the Novajo Taco, which was Indian fry bread on the bottom of a plate topped with lettuce, tomatoes, red onions, and cheese. It was mediocre at best. We blame Rachel Ray. As long as I don't end up looking like her after eating that thing, I'm fine.
[to be continued...]
Let's fast forward to Saturday morning. I had trouble sleeping. Well for one, we all went to bed at 11:30 which is super early for me. I kept waking up and the bed or the pillow or something was just not working for me. Oh well, it happens.... at bad hotels. Haha I'm just kidding. Well I woke up at 6:50 AM and we left for a buffet breakfast that was at the same restaurant we ate dinner at the night before. The food included pancakes, potatoes, french toast, sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, biscuits and gravy (that looked like fish fat), four kinds of cereal, and an oatmeal bar (definately a highlight). We ate for an hour or so and watched a staged cowboy shoot out. It was funny, grody at times, and cheesy, but entertaining nonetheless. Then we walked 200 yards or so to our train car. Our train attendant (?) was named Kathy and was very nice. The train ride was two hours and 15 minutes long but seemed longer. We arrived at the canyon and it was absolutely breathtaking. It was so huge and so stunning in its natural beauty that pictures don't do it justice. Everything about it is just so amazing that it makes you realize how big this world is. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be an eagle soaring over Arizona. Okay the last four sentences were bs but I'm sure some people felt that way. Don't get me wrong, the Grand Canyon was indeed much bigger than I thought it would be. I thought it would be more orange but what are you going to do? It was pretty crazy to look down and out and see nothing but rock. It was uncanny how big the Grand Canyon is and how far it stretches. It's 7,000 feet above sea level. What a drop! And apparently at least two people a year experience that drop and a not-so-sudden stop. Which got me thinking how stupid some people can be. There is like a three foot rock-built barrier around the rim and people still manage to fall off and "sugar we're going down swinging." Thinking about that fatal drop gave me the idea to throw rocks down into the canyon. That was fun! I couldn't see where my rocks finally landed but just knowing that they fell 3,000 feet or so was enough to make me throw more and more rocks. We ate at El Tovar or something like that. Rachel Ray ate at the restaurant we decided to eat lunch at on one of her food network shows. My aunties and I ordered the same thing Rachel Ray did just because Rachel Ray ordered it and that seemed like a good enough reason at the time. It was the Novajo Taco, which was Indian fry bread on the bottom of a plate topped with lettuce, tomatoes, red onions, and cheese. It was mediocre at best. We blame Rachel Ray. As long as I don't end up looking like her after eating that thing, I'm fine.
[to be continued...]
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