Up your Renault....

20 years ago French automakers abandoned the U.S. market. Why this is relevant is still a mystery since I've seen allot of 20 year old Corvettes, Accords, Mustangs, hell I've seen more 20 year Lamborghini's on the road than *any* car produced by the and sold in the US by the French! Have you ever seen a Renault on the road? I haven't!! So who gives a shit?

Lex

New Elements

Had a great bunch of weeks! New friends Marie and Jen are fucking awesome and I’ve been hanging out at cool new places like Spitfire in Lakewood . Cool times brah… I’m actually really happy? I blame Marie and Jennifer! They’ve been the key elements in pulling me out of the pit I was in all year. They are totally heroes and I’d do anything for em!

Spitfire is a kick ass punk rock bar w live acts and beers galore. Fun place to just sit and people watch, Jen introduced me to it and now I’m getting cool with the bartenders and shit.

I also ate way too good this summer. Places like: Melt, Scooters in Mentor Oh, and the Rusty Bucket in Solon. I’m totally hitting the gym hard this fall and playing hockey. And snowboarding. And Halloweening, got my costume picked out (with nowhere to go).

I’ll figure it out!!

Lex

Matter can't be deduced.

Implosions​ are an impossibil​ity since matter can not be deduced in any fashion. Therefore the matter from a dead star (black hole) has to go somewhere.​ The idea of multiple universes is new but supports what I just said. The force of a supernova might be great enough to create a pin hole in the fabric of space thus funneling the matter into another dimension.​ This suggests the ideal theory -Big Bang- might be fraudulent​ or a misreprese​ntation, an explosion might have been present, but it was more of a funneling of matter into our universe via pin hole in another.

I think this says it all!

"I won't be the one you like
I won't be the boy next door
I won't be the chosen one
That's not what I'm here for
I don't like the way you are
I despise what you hold dear
Don't you try to make me change
I'll haunt you for a thousand years"


Lemmy

Muscle Car Madness.

I went to a RAD car show last weekend (photos on Facebook: LexWattz…), saw a 1971 Pontiac GTO Judge a 1973 Boss 302 convertible, and a few dozen other drool producing muscle machines. Many beautifully restored pieces of American engineering on display. It was the “manliest” activity I’ve participated in all year. Not saying girls can’t love muscle cars (the coolest ones do!), but the smell of carburetors burning gas and the sound of high powered V8’s roaring and rumbling is a manly thing. I felt like I was gonna bump into James Dean or Johnny Cash at this thing. Truly this was my scene, nothing sissified or sugar coated, it was Loud, Hot, Smoky, Dirty, and BOSS!! An event in-which the Hollister crowd was out of place instead of me, if ya catch my drift... Also seeing cars that deserve to be coated in flames and have awesome wheels was a nice change of pace. There were a few jokers, but they were smothered by the real deal.
Another reason to love these cars, aside from aesthetic beauty, is they were built for driving only. Not to survive crashes, help you find where you are going, assist you with parking, dial your phone, or even to be comfortable. Huge engine + breaks + tires + seats + frame = GO!
Keep your fads… Muscle Cars and Rock n Roll will never stop being cool!

I don't understand

I can usually snap out of a "depressed state" but haven't been able to this time. I feel empty and see no regeneration of my soul and heart in sight and I've felt like this since April. I get fleeting blips of warmth but they are swiftly quelled. The weather's nice and I have a bit of money, but I've just lost all my passion for everything. I derive no true joy from anything at this time and feel nothing for the situations and humans around me. I fear I've lost myself because I just feel dead inside. I trust I will find a way out of this but for now I'm just stuck.

Lex

My April 5th...

What a fucked up day. First I go all the way to the mall to meet someone who isn't available. Then I decide I'm gonna ask out this chick that I have a hard-on for at Hot Topic.. I get a coffee and head over to the store, 10 paces from the entrance I attempt to take a sip and the lid flips off spilling it all over my fucking clothes... I've never done that ever.. So then I buy new clothes and head to HT and she ain't there... I spot an inked up chick at Journey and go in. The second I hit the store the song "We Care A Lot" by Faith No More hits, and that song rules And I'm like, all that shit has to lead to something... Right? No! She had a boyfriend.. Then I went to the Foo Fighters 3D with Greg.. The thing started like 2 hours late because of "feed problems" It was still fun though, we cracked many a joke... When the concert hit it wasn't loud enough at all.. I could hear my own breathing.. The new songs kick fucking ass, but it wasn't a great show.. We did get refunds.



THE COSMOS CAN SUCK MY NUTS!



The End!

cardtrick

This is a graphic representation of the reaction of a man who dropped his car keys in the ocean. He's fucked!

Kumiko's monologue from the film "Noriko's Dinner Table"

"Some will kill, some will be killed. That's the circle of life, though there are contradictions. There are no perfect circles anywhere in nature. But if you draw a circle with a compass and a big fat marker, a thick outline will make it seem perfect. I'll give you a sense of perfection, Tetsuzo. You can be a lion. I'll be a rabbit. I don't need thick outlines. My metal box is starting to rot. I'm gonna go to a higher level. A rabbit, a suicide, a killer, evil, water overflowing from a glass... I'll be whatever no one else wants to be. I'm sick of shameless outlines of people seeking happiness. They don't wanna be rabbits. They just wanna eat rabbits. There's no such jungle."

TV

TV news is for shut ins! Seriously, it's all B.S.! Take pride in your ability to discern propaganda from reality, most people can't! They lack the cognitive faculties to do so. I refer you to Plato's: Allegory of the Cave... Just replace the word cave with TV.

Have you ever tried to explain a true life event such as a trip to someone and all you get back is, I heard on TV that the place you went is Blah Blah Blah... Then you try to explain to them what you actually saw and experienced, and they try to argue for the TV's side? I have! And I never seem to make a dent in the assholes 2nd hand perspective. It's the same as the attempts to argue with the cave inhabitants that the perception of the Shadows on the wall as being the reality of the situation is fraudulent. And I'm positive if I didn't just stop trying in these ass-bag conversations; I'd have been killed.

Lex

Gamers unitE

I am not one to be a casual fan of anything. I research it, live it, and crave it. I have been obsessed with the videogame industry since my first encounter with my dad’s Odyssey 2. The idea that the game industry was to be my life happened when in Toys R’ Us; I stumbled upon an N64 demo unit displaying ‘The Legend Of Zelda: Ocarina of Time’, it was then I realized what the industry was to become, the new mainstream. When you eclipse the movie and music industry in revenue on a regular basis that is what you become. Lately the industry seems to have been ramping up efforts to pander to the main stream. With ad campaigns that mimic what you’d see for a Hollywood picture, celebrity voiceovers aplenty, and a game for every activity know to man (no matter how mundane). None of these are actually necessary if you think about it. All they do is drive up the cost of production and force the executives at these companies to stick to tried and true IP’s instead of giving innovative ideas (the ideas the industry is based on, and also keep it afloat) a chance in production.

I might be alone; but I think this generation of gaming has become criminally stagnant. This is a generation that hasn’t produced any new fighting, sports, or racing franchises, and there are only two titles I can point to that push the art form: Red Dead Redemption and Dead Rising. Not saying the vast landscape of FPS’s isn’t bursting with innovation, but they’re all in essence FPS’s.


Being a “historian” of the interactive entertainment industry, the previous sentence raises some concern. In the mid 90’s arcades and gaming as a whole had become over-run with walk and shot/punch type games. Each a little bit more innovative than its predecessor. The problem was arcades were empty and game sales were not awesome as a result. A crash (like the one in 1984) was a possibility if not for a radically new concept in gaming. The game that recharged the industry was Street Fighter II. For the first time the gamer was able to pick from a variety of characters and develop strategies in a one on one type fighting game setting. This was a landmark moment for the industry and one that needs to be repeated soon. I want new experiences, right now. I need to feel the rush of interacting with something I’ve never experienced before. I want to feel the way I felt when I played Wolfenstine 3D for the first time… Alive!

Please don’t let me down.

Lex

Baddest motherfucker on earth

Next Tattoo: I like solid shapes!?

Let me be that latest to say;

FUCK YOU STEVEN TYLER! I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON J-LO'S COCK!!

Douche chill of the century!?… (this is car related)…

          A “douche-chill” is when you see something so ridiculous/wrong that you actually feel it. I get them in my back and they run just left of spine, (the ancient Chinese referred to this area as the “Chi line”). The “douchier” the item or event, the higher the feeling runs up my back, and the longer the duration of the cringing accompanied by shuttering. Today (1/26/11), I saw the single douchiest thing I’ve ever seen. If it were any douchier I’m sure I’d be dead; the chill ran from my tail bone to the back of my throat.

            

       While driving I saw a 2007 Dodge Charger, and this dude was so impressed with his purchase he decided to name his car. He named it “The Mayor”. Douche chill level one and two were mild: horrible name, not a wonderful car, (just ask ANY law enforcement personnel driving one!). Then it hit me like a knife in the back; producing a 5+ minute douche-chill with shuttering. This ratty haired bucked of crap picked the name because the Mayor holds more power within his public position than a Judge! **The Judge**!!!!!!!!!!! For those who don’t know… The GTO Judge is “probably” the 2^nd most sought after classic muscle car on earth; the first being the Hemi Cuda! If there were a Mt Rushmore for American automobiles it would definitely be on there, and a professionally restored GTO Judge can fetch over $200k. The Charger is as pedestrian as cars get and it’s not even really in the same category… It’s kinda like a high school band calling out Led Zeppelin. I’m all for picking fights, but pick ones that make sense, you fucking hillbilly. I hope he thinks funny… Cuz I hope he gets killed!

                               I know this didn’t convey my true feelings.

Thank You

Lex.

Pink Floyd is the answer.

       I've been asked on many occasions why Pink Floyd is regarded as my favorite band. I never really had a great answer for that question. I think it's because as I grow more worldly and sophisticated the messages in the music also evolve. 15 years ago I would have agreed with you if you said Comfortably Numb is about drugs. Today I would argue that it's a heart wrenching description of a point in a man's life when the fire of childish optimism and wonderment has died, leaving him an assimilated, soulless shell.

   It is refreshing to listening to something again for the first time.

                      I am well aware I am (probably) not the only person on the internet saying something like this. I just find it comforting that my experiences and scholastic endeavors have given me the faculties to discern new meanings from the things I loved as a youth. It is proof that all my years of screwing things up and struggling have produced something tangible in me. Reminders like this are much appreciated and give me the encouragement to keep trying, keep evolving, and to never loose my inner-child.

LeX

A photo I took on Saturday

I took this. I think It's cool

Peeling tar off my soul.

         This is the first day in a long while I was up before noon. I’m not a huge fan of mornings, and even less a fan of being awake. What’s the point of being awake if it’s 15 degrees outside? This level of boredom is dangerous, and sad. I could run to the mall, or get coffee, but I’d just end up back here. I have all the video games and movies one needs to be the coolest 7^th grader on earth, but these only cloak the feeling of emptiness for a short while. The thought of turning on the TV makes me want to vomit and cry. I shouldn’t be complaining. But I am. This is boring. I’m just waiting on the platform for the train. A butt-load of activity is approaching the platform, but it’s not here yet. I take no solace in being able to see the train. I flick it off because it’s not here and it’s slow. I just want the semester to start now and I've never wanted to do homework so bad in my life. Nothing to do now but wait and be cold.     

              I am over the “September to remember”, now I must re-find the path. Being a gentleman I will move on sans tirade and childish name calling. I made mistakes and that’s all there is to it. I learned so much and will not lose the lessons learned. To say I’ve never felt better would be disrespectful and untrue. I learned that I am capable of love, the feeling of being in love is the fucking incredible, and losing love should come with a $20 million dollar government check to ease the pain. Truly it is the contrast between heaven and hell! Yet with a dead heart and a shit-stained soul I sit here awaiting my next challenge. I await the seasons change both outside and in my soul.

Lex

Stats

9 seasons

512 home runs

Comments... Hopefully the next team isn’t as bipolar!