New CHTV: Stop Carlos Mencia: A Rock Ballad. Really excited about this song/music video, which was written by me & directed by Sam Reich. While Sam and I don’t care about war, famine or human rights, there is a crime against humanity that we decided we just can’t stand for any longer: “Mind of Mencia.” The video features many of our favorite comedy friends, from the UCB’s Anthony King to Dutch West, Reggie Watts and The Whitest Kids U Know. Join the cause! Reblog & digg!
Kevin Wells
Where Creativity Comes to Die
Renovations and Rambalings
When I first moved into my apartment, I talked and talked about all the things I was going to do. I’ve finally committed the three of them. The tent is set up in the spare room, the bottle collection is well on it’s way, and I’m in the process of building a bar in my living room. It’s going to be Legendary.
I finally decided to build the bar Thursday at the coaxing of my friend Steve, so Saturday we bought the wood, bought the screws, bought some nails, and worked for about twenty minutes until the power drill battery died and I realized that the charger was back at my parents house. Building will recommence when the charger is retrieved or a new drill can be found.
Tomarrow is going to be a “God Damn It All” day, I can just feel it. I wish for just once I didn’t have any responsibilities or work to do and could just go out and do something and maybe meet new people or go to parties. I’ve already decided to stop being the good guy that I was because it was getting me nowhere fast, but the new me has yet to fly as my wings have been clipped by the exhaustive amount of work I have to do.
I also appear to have some sort of cold that I can’t get rid of, my nose has been stopped up for a week now and it won’t unclog. When it rains it pours. It’s going to be a hard days night.
As I watch this video, I wonder if something like this proposal is possible to currently implement in this country. If a politician can’t mention raising taxes and win a political office, how can the government ask its citizens to make any substantial sacrifice? I believe permanent political campaigns and around-the-clock news coverage have dangerously undermined our leaders’ ability to do what is right but may not be immediately popular. If that continues to be case, we’re fucked.
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I am so buying this band’s album.
I Know… I Know
I kind of let this go for awhile, but I suppose I shall start this up again. I am more or less working on school crap 24/7 which would be okay if at least the members in my group projects would help. Once again I am fated into a group where no one will help and I have to do everything, and for once, I actually let the professor know about it. Usually I hate the throw people under the bus so to speak, but this time I have had it. I’ve been trying to get the group to meet at least once since October 7th and have had no luck and the project is due October 15th. Added to this I got to herd my drunk friends around friday night and had to apologize profusely for their actions. As I have said for as long as I can remember, it’s like I swam through an ocean of broken glass and bottles and when I finally reached dry land, I looked towards the heavens and yelled, “Why God!? Why!?” and he poured lemon juice on me.
An Update of Unsubstantial Proportions
School, School, doing nothing, School. Pretty much all I’ve been up to since the last entry in this unread site. I finally figured out why I don’t have cable and will solve that on Thursday. Sitting here though these past three weeks without TV, I’ve had a lot of time to think. I’ve realized what a miserable wretch I am, and I’ve realized that I’ve got to change. My problem is that I’m socially awkward and trying to connect with people even for the briefest of moments is often beyond me.
There is also my problem of being a loner. Ive been a loner for as long as I can remember, however, I’m a torn loner. When I’m with people I want to go someplace and be alone, and when I’m alone, I want to go someplace where there are people. I guess I kind of know how the elderly feel when I see them sitting on a park bench or a mall bench just watching people. Even if I’m not actually a part of that group that walks by me, I still at least have human contact enough that if I suddenly drop of a heart attack that someone would come to my rescue.
What I think I want to do for this coming weekend is go and buy a bottle of Mojitos and use it as a crutch, which is odd because crutches are supposed to keep you from falling down. Who knows what I’ll do, most likely nothing of any particular interest to anyone, including myself.
One last thing, I discovered this morning at about two or three AM much to my dismay, that during said times, the trash and recycle trucks come and empty out the complex’s bins.
3:32am on Labor Day
Really I should be in bed, but instead I’m sitting here typing about what I should be doing. Friday night i got plastered with Mitch for the second time in my entire life, and I learned a valuable lesson. Never mix hard liqour. It wasn’t a headache that got me the next morning, it was the sick almost puke feeling I had for about three hours after I woke up. I don’t plan on getting drunk that often, and I will never get drunk if there is work to be done.
