June 24, 2006

  • (as taken from my myspace interests)

    my favorite musicians, in no particular order:
























































    Stephen Malkmus Radiohead Electric 6 Sufjan Stevens
    Postal Service Ray Lamontagne Wilco yo La Tengo
    Iron & Wine Funky Meters Frank Zappa Beatles
    Beastie Boys Zombies White Stripes Bob Dylan
    8-bit Weapon Creedence Clearwater Revival Beck Steely Dan
    Belle and Sebastian Blur Bob Marley Warren Zevon
    Jethro Tull Gorillaz Sigur Ros Electric Light Orchestra
    Franz Ferdinand The Strokes Queen The Doors
    Led Zeppelin The Allman Brothers Broken Social Scene Chick Corea/Return To Forever
    Joao & Astrud Gilberto Miles Davis Shuggie Otis Stan Getz
    Sondre Lerche Wagon Cookin'

     

    Oh and Roma was amazing, Joel and I were on a bus with a man who killed countless thousands with the Khmer Rouge:

     

    Italia 374 

    Ladies and Gentlemen, Pol Pot (blue shirt, not red)!

May 23, 2006

  • Keeping with the Norse theme of my last post, I just wanted to state one thing.

    Should I die, which is highly unlikely since I'm invincible to all melee attacks and most spells, I want to have a Viking funeral. Yes, I want my remains to be rested in a long ship and set off into a body of water--anything larger than an olympic-sized pool will do--and I want nine archers to shoot flaming arrows onto the ship, completely incinerating me.

    If by the time of my death, I don't have a wooly beard, I want a fake beard adorning my face. Also, I want to be gripping the claymore that I purchased from the Medieval Arts Fair a few years back. I know it sounds silly, but if I die and end up at the Halls of Valhalla, I don't want to be ill-prepared for Joten slaying.

    I told my mother this earlier today, and she said she'd respect my wishes. However, I leave it to the few of my loyal readers left to make sure that my funeral arrangements are followed through.

    Thank you, and may you proceed through life as magnificently as Mjolnir travels.

    ~Taylor Wilson

May 9, 2006

  • Lo there do I see my father,my mother,my sisters and my brothers...

    Tonight I was walking around a neighborhood for an hour for some late-night exercise/thinking time. Down the road drove a car with at least two people in it. After it passed by me, it slowed down and some dudebro leaned out the window and yelled "Fuck you, you fucking fagot," to which I wittily responded "Yeah, go fuck yourself."

    I admit it wasn't the best one-liner in my lifetime, but I was caught off guard.

    The car slowed down to nearly a crawl, then sped off. I still wish those two would have circled back around to confront me. If anyone has taken notes from my about me section, they would know that I'm very impatient with belligerence, and that single action was enough to set me off into a berserker frenzy. Yes, a berserker frenzy.

    It was as if a valkyrie had tapped me on the shoulder and granted me passage to Valhalla had I fought valiantly in battle. Hell, I could even hear "Immigrant Song" by Led Zeppelin playing in my head.

    Sadly, the two guys never came back, thus leaving me in a very voracious state. I want to fight someone right now.

    P.S. I wasn't offended just because they called me "faggot." The idea that someone would go out of their way to mock someone and the flee in [what I would assume is] cowardice is just dishonorable.

April 17, 2006

  • Good morning, Hanoi. It's after 8:23am now, so you should all get back to work on your Nike shoes.

     

    When a girl responds to a joke with "that's funny," does that mean that she actually thinks what you said was funny but she just doesn't know how to laugh? Or does it mean that she has no sense of humor, and that society has subliminally programmed that response into her social script to be polite?

    Sorry, I'm a little unsettled right now. Not particularly angry, but unsettled. In fact I'm so NOT settled, that I'm going to type about myself because I expect someone to care.


     

    Hah. I was going to tell you all about what I've been doing to pass my time, but then I thought that I may sound dorky. Then I remembered that I don't let stuff like "my dignity" get in the way of my embarrassment. I've been playing my Super NES--a lot. I'd say about five hours a day. I've always wanted to get all of the fourteen characters in Final Fantasy 3 to level 99. Casting Fire/Ice/Bolt 3 on the same enemies over and over again apparently isn't a solid substitute for sleep.

     

    Anyway, I've successfully gotten Terra, Celes, Sabin, and Shadow all to level 99. I messed up with the stat allocation, so Sabin and Shadow are a little short of 9999HP. I think it's a small matter... much like the point of this post. Anyway, halfway through Mog's 85th level, I decided that I'm not too happy with my life. I mean, I'm not depressed or anything; and I'm not in denial. I swear I'm not.

     

    Nae, I'm just at another point in my life where I just want to accomplish SOMETHING in my life... which I suppose is why I picked up FF3 and started playing. Perhaps I need to allocate more time towards my upcoming tests/papers/experiments/etc. I just realized everything I have to do this week, so try not to cry as this entry comes to an end.

     

    April 15th, 2006 014 

    PS. Don't even joke with a mother about falling asleep at the wheel.

April 14, 2006

April 6, 2006

  • "The Dreamer, the unwoken fool, in dreams, no pain will kiss the brow. The love of ages fills the head. The days that linger there in prey of emptiness, of burned out dreams. The minutes calling through the years. The universal dreamer rises up above his earthly burden. Journey to the dead of night, high on a hill in Eldorado."

     

    Alright, I stopped smoking. I'm pretty sure of it. Tonight marks three months without a cigarette.

     

    It was a lot easier to quit than I thought. of course I wouldn't have been able to quit if I were still living in an apartment with my best friend... then again, life in that apartment off of Chowning was a compilation of several bad decisions made one after another.

     

    Not a day goes by when I look back on that 7-month period of time and regret most of the choices I made. Oh... let's make a list of things I will pride myself in never doing again:

     


    1. Doing poorly in school

    2. Getting academic suspension

    3. Hosting my own parties

    4. Participating in drinking games while watching Kurt Russell movies or Nickelodeon G&S

    5. Playing a video game for literally 30-hours  straight

    6. Laying about all day

    7. Spending more than an hour talking to the cashier at 7-11 at 3am

    8. Letting dishes sit in the sink for a month

    It's safe to say that it was quite a learning experience at the duplex. I still catch myself driving all the way back to that last cul-de-sac from time to time just to help replay the memories in my head. The lessons I learned from that place have helped trasform me into the person I am today; whether or not the Taylor Wilson from right now is any better than the Taylor Wilson from a year ago is as much a judgement of yours as it is mine.

     

    There are lots of things I will miss from that apartment, too, but to talk of them would be to incorporate a bunch of inside jokes that no one reading this would probably understand, and personally, inside jokes are retarded.

     

    Any way, this post was for you, Duplex.

     

     April 26th - 006

April 3, 2006

  • The Medieval Fair always reminds me of the Safety Dance video... or maybe vice versa.

     

March 25, 2006

  • Whenever you kids begin to question how bad your day is, just think to yourself:

     

    "At least I wasn't woken up at 7 o'clock Saturday morning to go bury my Grandma's cat in Moore, like Taylor Wilson had to."

March 21, 2006

March 20, 2006






  • Yep, time to get really excited for X-3 [being that you have any interest whatsoever in the trilogy]. If you check IMDb.com, they have production photos up, and if you're a big guy enthusiast like I am, you will be pleased to hear that not only Beast (played by Kelsey Grammer) and Colossus (Daniel Cudmore) will be present in the film, but also Juggernaut, Professor Charles Xavier's step-brother, will be played by the amazing Vinnie Jones. Yay. I get absolutely zero cool props for this post. OH WELL.