Once again I’ve stalked strangers.  And once again I’ve gotten a not great shot due to my lack of preparedness and, in this case, the fact that I was on my bike and trying to take a photo with one hand while not crashing into all the people on the sidewalk.  This girl caught my eye as I was about to pedal away, mostly due to the bad-ass quality of her jacket and the fact that her scarf perfectly matches the fall leaves littering the quad.  This look seems thrown together in a perfectly casual and creative way.  Her outfit is an eclectic mix of pieces that results total coolness- great, messy hair; tough biker jacket, with its diagonal zipper; really lovely scarf; rolled skinny jeans, and funky red boat shoes.  All together this is one of my favorite outfits I’ve seen this week.

Girl with the Bad-Ass Jacket: black leather motorcycle jacket, white tee, rolled skinny jeans, red boat shoes, pink printed socks, autumn colored scarf.

I heard the saying ” I could care less” at least 5 times today. I don’t know why people insist on saying that, because it doesn’t make any sense. If you CAN care less then you do care at least a little bit. For example, “I could care less about money”, this is a true statement because I DO care about money there for it is possible for me to care less about it. The proper way to say it would be, “I couldn’t care less”, implying that there is no possible way for you to care less about the subject.

Now that I got that off my chest I can go on with my blog. Today is another day of nothing. The one good thing that happened today is the instructor for my drawing class is sick, which means no class! This basically saved me from 4 hours of sitting there and drawing. That’s pretty sad that I couldn’t find something more exciting to tell you.

My financial aid was scheduled to be here either today or tomorrow, but of course it didn’t come today. God forbid something good actually happen. I will find young children to kill if my check doesn’t come tomorrow. There are a few in the apartment down the hall and I really wouldn’t mind if they were gone. It would be a lot quieter here.

That's what I actually look like in person. No photoshop this time.

On another random note, it recently came to my attention that there is a man who’s legal name is “Staff Sgt. Max Fightmaster”. I dare you to find a more bad ass name than that. Sure, there are some other cool ones like Manley Power, Rad Heroman, Lt. Commander. Flex Plexico, and Elliot Bonebreak, but come on! Fightmaster!? You can’t beat that.

I met a girl last night (or maybe it was two nights ago, I forget) and she looks like Kat Von D without tattoos. I think she has a prettier face, but other than that they look exactly the same. I was pretty sure I found my next ex-girlfriend, but then she lit up a cig and it went downhill. Nothing it worse than attractive girls that smoke, it ruins everything. There should be a law against being attractive and smoking. I would gladly take over being the judge of that. Now what’s going to happen is, she is going to find me on Facebook and eventually read this blog and then it will be awkward when I see here. Great….

These are the pimp daddy little tree thingamabob we got at Goodwill yesterday.  They are super rad, and I was stoked to get to decorate Em and I’s future digs with them.  But, like I said yesterday, I can’t say No to my dad!  I lubs him too much.  So, I shall just have to enjoy the photographic evidence of their existence!   These were marked as 2.99 at GW too!  Crazy!

This evening I was flipping through the channels trying to find something fun to put on while I worked out. I eventually landed on Resident Evil: Apocalypse. Since I’m currently on my second playthrough of RE5 and I hadn’t seen the film in a while I figured, why not?

So, I’m sitting here checking Google and IMDB to see if there’s any news of a fourth Resident Evil film. And, sure enough, we’ve got one scheduled for 2010. But, that’s not what inspired me to write this post.

My favorite male character of the Resident Evil series is Leon Kennedy.

And rumor has it that Jensen Ackles may be playing him.

I first encountered Ackles in Smallville. He played a character who went from Lana Lang’s extremely kind and considerate boyfriend to a hellbent psychotic mama’s boy. And you know what, he did a damn good job.

Of course, he’s most well-known for Supernatural, but I don’t watch that, so whatever.

He also starred in this past Spring’s My Bloody Valentine 3D.

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Even at the end of that film when we discovered he was the killer, I was rooting for the guy.

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I don’t know what it is but the guy has great screen presence and the idea of him bringing that to Leon Kennedy sounds awesome.

In all fairness the fourth Resident Evil movie will probably have an awful plot and subpar acting aside from Ackles, but I could care less. With the return of Albert Wesker also rumored, it’s a safe bet that there will be more than enough bad-assery on display to make up for the otherwise poorly scripted film.

Kennedy vs. Wesker

We all win.

There you have it. My Nerdy Post of the Week. I talked about Resident Evil and even mentioned Smallville. What the hell else could you want from me?

I am the cal reed project.  And I simply do not give a fruit loop. 

That was my first on stage banter.  The direct quote is, everyone has been very good tonight.  I should apologize for bringing down the talent and skill level.  But I am the cal reed solo project and I simply do not give a hairy rat butt.

That’s pretty funny.

I played those three things I know horribly.  It was terrible.  I’ve been playing on my acoustic and I didn’t account for the difference.  I didn’t warm up on my electric at all.  And that’s my bad.  Lesson learned.

All in all it was a good time.  I brought up the house drummer and guitarist.  The house guitarist was the only dude in the place with an electric.  What’s up with that?  I knew it was open mic night, I didn’t know it was faggy acoustic crybaby night.

Ah, just joking.  There were several talented folks in the joint tonight.  I really was least practiced, least talented, least of them all.  But turn it upside down and put it in sideways.  I am the cal reed project and I simply do not give a horton hears a who.

But anyway, I brought up the house drummer and guitarist and jammed out a couple of my riffs.  That was pretty cool.  The first one was rumplestiltskin.  And the second one was not a good one to pick.  It’s a little jam I been working on at home.  And my timing is all off when I don’t work with a drummer. 

So my timing was jacked up on my own cotton pickin’ riff.  But it’s all good.  I dragged my fat ass all the way downtown to play my bass in front of people.  Hey, no one got up to smoke while I was playing.

I guess it’s like a train wreck.  People just wanted to hang out and see what happened.

My friend Margaret, the only of my friends to come down, said to me, she says, that was bad.  I said, I know, totally bad ass.  She said, no, that was bad.  Where you had the little impromptu band, that was kinda cool.

Oh.

Whatever.  I’m still bad ass.

‘Cause this just made my day.

Over nine minutes of kicking ass.

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Rambo: First Blood part 4.  Siege of Dismemberment.

That’s what it should have been called.  I’ve never seen more dismemberment in a movie.  Ever.  Dudes where literally blowing up all over the place.  The sniper dude had this cannon that was just taking off heads.  Machine gunners where cutting people to pieces. 

It was awesome!

Unlike Rocky Balboa, where Sly’s character does a little soul searching and comes to grips with himself at his age and with his son and all that crap, this is old school, ass kicking Rambo.  And he is a bad ass.

On a bad assery scale of ten exploding arrows, this is a nine.  Only because there are no exploding arrows. 

I must say I was hoping for this new Rambo they would enlist him to help in Afghanistan or Iraq or something in the Middle East.  But no, Rambo loves his jungle.

This one takes place in Burma.  Where I suppose there’s some genocide going on and Rambo lives just down river catching cobras so other idiots can grapple with them for money.  Good life for the baddest ass mercenary ever.

So these dopey white guys and one little blonde white girl come to Rambo so he can drive them in his boat up the river to Burma where they are doing some missionary work.  And yeah, I’m not believing that this group of office jockey looking doctors and missionaries made it all the way to where Rambo is in the first place, there’s no freaking way these guys are gonna survive any kind of jungle life.  But whatever, we gotta get the story moving, right?

So Rambo is sweet talked by the blonde and he takes them up river to Burma.  Where on their first day in camp the bad guys show up and kill everyone.  I mean everyone.  Except the dopey white guys and the blonde, of course.

Oh and get this, the minister from the church in Colorado that sent these missionaries over in the first place shows up to ask Rambo for help retrieving them.  He’s also hired a group of mercenaries to go in after his lost flock.

Whatever, let the ass kicking begin.

 This one will be added to the library shortly after it is available on DVD.  Just so I can complete the collection if nothing else.  I’ll go as high as 16 bucks for it, but I’d prefer to catch it for ten bucks in the used bin.

While I’m on the subject of Pirates I feel like I need to ask a question that has been bothering me for a pretty long time.  How come I’ve never seen a really bad ass movie with pirates and cowboys going at each other?  I don’t know if said movie exists or not, but if not then it should, and if it does, what the hell is it called for the love of God?  Really, everthing about pirates and cowboys together in an action packed two hour block buster with explosions, and cursing, and a little nudity (you know, for the big kids) is utterly deserving of my money.  It probably doesn’t even need that much of a plot, hell let the concept work itself out.  I mean come on people pirates vs cowboys!  I don’t even know who I’d be rooting for.  And if you want to take it just a little further I wouldn’t be against throwing in a few ninjas to mix shit up (but not too many ninjas, dear God not too many, because then the whole thing would probably be so awesome that in the very least it would render all who watch it deaf and blind if not kill them outright).  Yeah it could even be called ”Pirates vs Cowboys:  The Movie:  With special guest appearance of a couple of Ninjas”.  Awesome! 

So I started working in the Costume Shop here on campus last Friday. I spent my first day rummaging through our extensive catalog of costumes, looking for the right shirt for Simon and the right dress for Mrs. Neggins. Or whatever. It was super fun – we have an amazing array of costumes available. But I felt silly because I didn’t have keys, so I couldn’t open any doors for myself, and I didn’t really know where anything was, so I just tagged along with Megan Hall while she searched. Not yet bad-ass.

But then! On Monday! The real bad-assery began! It turns out that one character needs to be wearing overalls. And it turns out that we don’t have any overalls in the right colour scheme for the show. AND – the plot thickens – it turns out that the costume shop does not have any patterns for overalls!

So my project begins: I must create a pattern for overalls from scratch, and then make a mock-up of the overalls to fit exactly to the actors’ dimensions, and then construct the overalls to fit the actor. So exciting! First I start looking for pant patterns – lo and behold: We have only one pattern for pants, and it is basically just an outline of pants to lay on top of material and cut – no wiggle room whatsoever, and very difficult to custom fit! So I discard the useless pant pattern, and begin to envision pants in my head.

That sounds like a costume designer pick-up line: “Hey, baby… I can totally envision your pants in my head. On my bedroom floor.” Okay it’s a bit awkward, but it could work. It could work, is all I’m saying.

Now this next part is a bit technical, so just skip it if it gets overwhelming.

I made some overalls!

It was really fun. They looked really sweet on the dude, and totally also fit the time period.

Conclusion? I am a bad-ass.