This was a cartoon short, made by Disney, that I watched maybe a million times when I was a kid. They used a classical piece written by some Russian dude, Prokofiev, and visually created a short cartoon to go along with the music piece. In my opinion, it was one of the coolest things I've seen, and even to this day, I remember parts of it. Many times, it's always the visual part of a cartoon that comes first, then has music plugged into it to match it. But for this cartoon, the music was made, and Disney just creatively interpreted the music to create visuals for its audience. I think it's super cool how that worked out and how perfect everything seems to go together. There is no dialogue, just minimal narration, but the drawings and music piece have so much expression and personality in them. Definitely one of my favorites.
Enjoy:
Monday, August 10
Sunday, August 9
I got a feelin...
...this week is gonna suck.
I have a monkey.
Let's live it up!
I have a monkey.
Let's live it up!
Friday, August 7
Tuesday, August 4
Song of the Week
Lykke Li's "Little Bit"
This song has been stuck in my head for like two weeks now. I like it a lot.
This song has been stuck in my head for like two weeks now. I like it a lot.
Juice
Alcohol brings out different sides of people.
I like the enjoyable sides.
Let's get juicy.
I like the enjoyable sides.
Let's get juicy.
Sunday, August 2
Memorabilia
I found an old shoebox in my room labeled "Memorabilia." There were some interesting things in there - I had some old corsages from high school dances, random ribbons ranging from 4th grade until high school, dodger tickets, birthday cards, and other assorted items.
Oh yesssss. My braces. I got braces right before I started High School. They definitely helped me look cool as I started High School. I remember I got pink and silver bands around the brackets on my first set of braces. Sigh, what a fool I was. I finally got them off halfway through my junior year. I remember one of my friends saying, "Damn Charles, you're gonna get so many chicks when you get your braces off." And at the time I said, "You're such an asshole." But now that I look back, he was 100% correct. Thank you braces for eventually upping my value on the market.
This ticket was fun to see again, because this is the game my friends and I got kicked out of. We were sitting in the right field pavilion, known as the All-You-Can-Eat section. It was the first year the AYCE section opened, so we bought a 5-game pack before the season started. I think this was the second or third game in the 5-pack, so going to the AYCE section for games wasn't new to us. Like always, we pre-gamed a little bit in the parking lot, then grubbed our lives away with numerous hot dogs and nachos.
I think around the 7th or 8th inning, the game kinda got feisty, and the benches cleared. The AYCE section was packed because of its popularity, so when the fans saw the players get rowdy, the crowd in the pavilion also got kinda rowdy. And the fact that two or three Brewer fans, sitting in maybe the 5th or 6th row, stood up and flicked off the Dodger crowd. People threw all kinds of shit at them - sodas, hot dogs, trash, popcorn. It was pretty funny and I laughed at them.
But all of a sudden, a soda flies above our heads and hits a Dodger fan lady right in the back of the head. My friends and the people around us kinda have the "Oooooooh shit!"-reaction, and kinda have the "HAHAHA she got hit in the dome"-reaction as well.
Well, because this lady got hit, I'm guessing the dude next to her was her husband/boyfriend, so he HAD to get pissed at somebody. The dude sees my friend laughing his ass off and starts walking up to our row and tries to pick a fight. We back up our friend and tell the mofo that we didn't do anything and that he needs to shut the hell up. Eventually security comes, believes the faggot that accused us and kicks us out.
Ahhh such a good memory. The game was getting boring anyway, and we got to leave with no traffic at all. Not everyone can say they got kicked out of a Dodger game (unless they're Mexican).
-c.k.
Oh yesssss. My braces. I got braces right before I started High School. They definitely helped me look cool as I started High School. I remember I got pink and silver bands around the brackets on my first set of braces. Sigh, what a fool I was. I finally got them off halfway through my junior year. I remember one of my friends saying, "Damn Charles, you're gonna get so many chicks when you get your braces off." And at the time I said, "You're such an asshole." But now that I look back, he was 100% correct. Thank you braces for eventually upping my value on the market.
This ticket was fun to see again, because this is the game my friends and I got kicked out of. We were sitting in the right field pavilion, known as the All-You-Can-Eat section. It was the first year the AYCE section opened, so we bought a 5-game pack before the season started. I think this was the second or third game in the 5-pack, so going to the AYCE section for games wasn't new to us. Like always, we pre-gamed a little bit in the parking lot, then grubbed our lives away with numerous hot dogs and nachos. I think around the 7th or 8th inning, the game kinda got feisty, and the benches cleared. The AYCE section was packed because of its popularity, so when the fans saw the players get rowdy, the crowd in the pavilion also got kinda rowdy. And the fact that two or three Brewer fans, sitting in maybe the 5th or 6th row, stood up and flicked off the Dodger crowd. People threw all kinds of shit at them - sodas, hot dogs, trash, popcorn. It was pretty funny and I laughed at them.
But all of a sudden, a soda flies above our heads and hits a Dodger fan lady right in the back of the head. My friends and the people around us kinda have the "Oooooooh shit!"-reaction, and kinda have the "HAHAHA she got hit in the dome"-reaction as well.
Well, because this lady got hit, I'm guessing the dude next to her was her husband/boyfriend, so he HAD to get pissed at somebody. The dude sees my friend laughing his ass off and starts walking up to our row and tries to pick a fight. We back up our friend and tell the mofo that we didn't do anything and that he needs to shut the hell up. Eventually security comes, believes the faggot that accused us and kicks us out.
Ahhh such a good memory. The game was getting boring anyway, and we got to leave with no traffic at all. Not everyone can say they got kicked out of a Dodger game (unless they're Mexican).
-c.k.
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