horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (this way)
So the Giants inexplicably scored like a bazillion runs yesterday during the double-header, and then predictably had nothing left for Tim in tonight's game.


That's a lot of traumadrama for a boy who pitched so magnificently.

But they did manage to get him at the loveliest angle during his postgame interview. )

Tomorrow evening I'm off to Portland for the holiday weekend. Food. Wine. Country fields. City skyscrapers. Tim & Ed. Temps 40 degrees cooler. (We're going to eat outside. And I packed ~sweaters~!)

I can't wait <3

Oh, and. Today I purchased tickets to see Lil Wayne again. August 24th at the newly-christened Ashley Furniture HomeStore Pavilion. Rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it? Anyway, it should be hot and monsoon-ish and we'll be on the lawn this time, so I expect all manner of shenanigans. Can't wait for that either.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (the spokesman)

What is this, I don't even.


I've decided that Usher's "OMG" is not the best Manu/Steve song I could've chosen.

Meanwhile, perhaps I'll send Lil Wayne a letter in jail. I researched and it's rather easy.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (blue ice)
I've been spicing up the last couple of workdays by wandering around fuckyeahmashups, which could be the greatest thing [livejournal.com profile] grammar_glamour has ever pointed out to me. She recced this Lil Wayne/The Office mashup, and I'm beyond in love with this one here. There's some sketchiness too, like the Beatles/Hanson remix I came across. I love both of them separately, but together it was just total carotid artery failure.

My DVR is so full of "Be Good Johnny Weir" eps now that I'm worried I'll eventually run out of room to record documentaries about plane crashes and prostitution. I can't help myself, though, because his show is so exciting and NSFW. Here, have some exciting and NSFW Johnny Weir. )

He makes me quite happy, when he's not all botox-face on the red carpet.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (i am music)
Title: "Cherry"
Pairing: Birdman (a.k.a. Baby a.k.a. Bryan Williams)/Lil Wayne (a.k.a. Weezy a.k.a. Dwayne Carter, Jr.)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,434
Warnings: Sex, drugs. Fairly angsty.
Author's Notes: I finally got around to finishing something I started a long time ago. Many, many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] grammar_glamour and [livejournal.com profile] pebblin for the thoughtful beta work; this fic is much improved because of both of you. Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] grammar_glamour as well, for talking me through the early stages and providing endless motivation. I think this also means you have your half of the bargain to uphold? ;)

I wonder about Heaven, and if I’ll ever make it there, if things go the way some people say. ’Cause it’s one thing to Fear God, but it’s another entirely to obey Him, and I’ve never been very good at that. )
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (this way)
Good job, Weezy. Godspeed.

To follow up on my post earlier this week, let me mention that I spent all morning reading the full IMDB synopses of Saw I–Saw V. By the end, I was totally confused and unnerved, although I do have to say that I liked how twisty the plot was. Then, I got home this evening and saw that Saw III was playing, so I flipped to it, and...OMFG. I watched for approximately 4.5 seconds, and it was gruesome and horrific and everything I feared. I quickly flipped back to baseball. Seriously, how do people stand that stuff? Obviously there's a reason the movies are so successful, but I find it completely traumatic.

Oh sports.

Sep. 13th, 2009 09:06 pm
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (champion)
My mom is doing better today. She's up and moving around, and told me she'd "eaten half a piece of toast!" like it was a major accomplishment. She still sounds so tired, but needless to say I'm relieved that she's improving.


Meanwhile, Rafa :(


I had about a dozen people over today to watch the Cardinals season opener. It was pretty crowded and pretty crazy, but it was so much fun. I put together this ridiculous contraption to warm up corn tortillas that involved a baking sheet, metal rack, two layers of kitchen towels, and a bunch of aluminum foil. It was intense, but it worked! Meanwhile, there were camping chairs shoved in every available space, a huge cooler on wheels in the corner, and an extension cord powering a deep fryer out on the balcony. Out of that deep fryer came the most amazing hot wings. One of Ryan's friends made them, and it makes me want to try it myself one of these days.

The game itself was a super-hot mess, so bad that Larry sprinted down the tunnel as soon as it was over, but we had lots of beer so we were somewhat numb to it. I still have a lot of beer left in the fridge, actually—at least three six-packs, if not more. I guess it's a good excuse to throw more parties.


Since my sports fandoms were so depressing today, can I share my favorite segment of Wayne's Behind the Music? He shoots himself in the chest, sucks on lemons, invents "bling", and has crazy, scary, end-of-the-world eyes. I particularly love 3:36–3:48 and 6:56–7:18. How is this even real.

Can I also mention that he was a beautiful child? Because he really was. )
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (one mic)
Top Chef is blowing my mind this season, but I'm not as in love with Padma's outfits as I usually am. I don't understand what's happening there.

While watching Bravo this evening, I saw an ad for the new season of Million Dollar Listing. I got a little fluttery. Thank god it's coming back. I love staring at Josh, I can't even lie about it. And his grandma! Did anyone else watch this show last season? Anyone? Am I alone?

Randomly, I also discovered that Wayne's got his own episode of Behind the Music, airing Thursday at 10pm on VH1. I haven't had any reason to watch VH1 for at least five years, but I will totally be tuning in. I hope they got some good interview footage of him. I actually cannot even imagine what this will be like. Oh Behind the Music. Honestly, I didn't even realize the show was still in production.

horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (super bowl)

Larry's busy being tiny-waisted and aggressive with Dominique Rodgers-Cromartie. It's all smiles and jokes here, but let's not forget that Larry and DRC were involved in an angry shoving match recently. I find them very intriguing, honestly.

I suppose that's a good thing, since Larry's twitter has just about ruined the magic for me. There was a moment today where I thought he was actually making a humorous comment, and I felt this rush of hope—and then realized he was talking about something completely different than what I thought he was referring to, and it turned out to be utterly not-funny. Oh Larry. When he's not busy misspelling words, ignoring the most basic standards of punctuation, and being horrifically boring, he's tweeting about being a dad and posting pics of his son and claiming to be straight, and I just can't work with that very efficiently. It makes me tired.

I finished Azadeh Moaveni's Honeymoon in Tehran earlier tonight, so that leaves me with zero books to read now. I've been on a Middle East kick recently, and I think I'd like to continue with it. Can anyone recommend any relevant books? Fiction or non-fiction, I'm down with whatever. I'd welcome the distraction, honestly, because after watching a BBC America documentary about men who have romantic/sexual relationships with life-sized dolls and viewing a (almost certainly Photoshopped, but nonetheless!) photo of Lil Wayne with no clothes on (NSFW, obviously), I'm feeling a bit fragile.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (i am music)
"Young." "Money."

"Young." "Money."

Lather, rinse, repeat.

It sounds inane, and to be honest that part of it kind of was, but it was a hot, sweaty, filthy, incredible, wonderful night.

I've known about Lil Wayne's ~*swagger*~ for some time, but the reality of seeing him in person was different than I expected. It was almost whimsical, the way he moved. He took me by surprise with how childlike he was at times, skipping across the stage and hopping up and down the stairs over and over. Maybe it's because of how small he is; not sure. When he smiled, it was wide and genuine and you could see the diamonds even all the way back where we were sitting. He let his hair down later in the show and it kept falling in his eyes, and it makes me wonder what it is about stars, that their hair always falls "just so" and makes them look amazing. He's totally a gremlin (they even showed a photo of a gremlin on the tv screens at one point, though the meaning of it was unclear), but he is awesome and he fascinates me.

Oh, and Birdman came out for a handful of songs. Can anyone tell me if Birdman is relevant on his own merit, when he's not making out with "collaborating" with Wayne? If he is, it has completely escaped my attention.

Anyway, the entire place smelled like beer and pot. Cricket is a dump of a venue; I guess it's been long enough since I went there that I'd forgotten. But it's outside and there was wind and a monsoon slowly building and lightning flickering all night long, and it was cool, the whole thing.


He's here!

Aug. 11th, 2009 01:41 pm
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (i am music)

His bus is parked right outside, just across from my office, and I've already seen some of his entourage wandering around.

It's borderline impossible to pretend to be working right now.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (fly)
Going for a run at 5:50pm tonight wasn't my smartest idea ever. 109º, full sun—I could feel my lips and eyes burning. Sometimes I don't know why I do this to myself.

Audrey and I went on a little field trip at lunch to Tim's house. He lives in an older neighborhood where they still have a municipal flood irrigation system, so he had to go home at 1:00 to "get the water." Audrey and I, who have only lived in new-ish neighborhoods, have never been able to get our heads around this water thing, so we went with him to see what it was all about. And it was amazing. There's a ditch running along the alley behind the houses, and a system of steel gates feeding into everyone's yard, and basically all the neighbors have to cooperate and work in unison, opening and closing certain gates at certain times, to make all this work. The spirit of community this requires boggles my mind. Anyway, we all kicked off our shoes and waded around in calf-deep water for half an hour while the yard flooded. It was glorious. Next time I'm bringing a raft.

Meanwhile, the Cardinals began training camp today in Flagstaff. Some friends and I have decided to go up next Saturday to watch practice and then get drunk afterwards. We're staying at a haunted hotel, which I can't say I've done before, so that should be cool. Larry + cool weather + beer + ghosts? Sounds perfect to me.

My attention has been elsewhere recently, but seeing all the photos from training camp has me completely aflutter again. It doesn't hurt that Larry and Anquan appear unusually inseparable these days.

I think Anquan is the only person affiliated with the Cards who wouldn't drop to his knees and kiss Larry's feet. I'm pretty sure Q would be more likely to tell Larry, "No, you get on your knees, and go ahead and suck my dick while you're down there." And that is why I <3 them together.

More training camp. )

Not that I'm counting or anything, but there are only 12 days until ~*The Concert*~. I got on flickr for the first time last night, and I may never leave it. There were so many non-alarming photos of Lil Wayne, I was almost disoriented.

I'm particularly in love with these black and white shots. )

That's it. I may actually go to bed early on a Friday. It's been that kind of a week.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (i am music)

Is it August 12th yet? Because I'm really ready for this concert already.

There have been a series of tour buses parked alongside the Ritz this past week and it makes me wonder if Wayne will be staying there next month. I may have to wander around the Esplanade on the 12th and try my luck—I feel like it would be worthwhile to see for myself how lil he really is, since everything I've heard indicates he's quite tiny and I really need to eyeball this.

I bought Tha Carter II the other day and I've been listening to it, although it's been rough going. I loved Tha Carter III the first time I heard it—thought it was genius—but I find it hard to love most of II. Aside from "Shooter", which is glorious (random Jamaican accent and all), most of it was kind of unbearable initially. I'm working through it, though, and a few songs are growing on me. It helps that Audrey is a total enabler, and has been listening along with me at work. She likes it more than I do at this point.

Speaking of, it's been a little creepy at the office lately. We had a second round of layoffs a couple of weeks ago, and ever since then, every Friday has been stressful. Everyone just sort of huddles in their desk and waits. It's hard to relax until the early afternoon, when you can be moderately confident that no one will be laid off that day. It's not the healthiest work environment, and it probably doesn't help to worry about it, but we all do anyway. I can't see it improving until the real estate market picks up, and I have no idea when that will happen. I'm busy socking away money (what doesn't go to Lil Wayne concert tickets and CDs, anyway) just in case.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (i am music)
In preparation for the upcoming Lil Wayne concert, I've been wandering around Youtube to get an idea of what I might expect from the experience.

And...well. )

This is from a prior tour, but nevertheless, should I be worried that I'd happily spend $48 to watch him do miscellaneous random crap for 2+ hours? Because I think I would be totally entertained by this.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (i am music)
I find myself reading Lil Wayne/Mary-Sue-with-multi-colored-color-changing-eyes-who-dies-of-leukemia het. I had to join a messageboard called Forever Weezy to read it. Seriously. What the hell is wrong with me? I have no self-discipline or basic sense of dignity anymore. I guess maybe I'm morbidly curious, or I'm just fandom-bored since I exhausted all of the slash within the first two days of looking for it, but it's a pathetic excuse either way.

I do have a new appreciation, though, for how slash insulates you from Mary Sues. I'd sort of forgotten that fic like this exists.

BTW I bought tickets for a Lil Wayne concert yesterday, god help us all.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (Default)
My sister just bought her first place, so I went over earlier to eat KFC and see the house. It's way out in the west valley, past alfalfa fields and suspicious-looking cowboy bars and dusty feed lots full of cattle. The house itself is lovely, but the location boggles my mind. I was relieved to come home to downtown.

I am still waiting for my dad to get into town. His flight has been delayed. Very delayed. To pass the time, I've been browsing Lil Wayne photos in the hope that there might be some out there that are not completely alarming.

My findings. )

I still don't understand why he's so fascinating. Maybe it's because I've always been a sucker for stuff like this: )

I'm quite tired now, and not looking forward to driving to the airport. Hopefully the plane gets here soon.


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