Patrick "tried out" for a Weezer promo featured by a local radio station. He auditioned over the phone on the penny whistle and won 2 tickets to the show and the chance to perform 3 songs onstage with the band. Here he is waiting to go onstage with the rest of the contest winners!
Weezer performing with the winners
Rivers introducing each winner and asking them to play a little sumpin-sumpin on their instrument.
Patrick wows Rivers and Crew with "Swallowtail Jig."
Well, the box was less than a full serving size so that was a little disappointing. But it was chock full of almonds, so that was a plus. And Lauren seemed to enjoy the tasty flakes, so it has the baby seal of approval. All in all, it was free so I can't complain too much. Even though it was small it was tasty, but not enough to buy a larger box... unless it's part of the 8 for 8 deal at Smith's someday. Maybe.
While doing some research for a paper, I stumbled upon the "free sample" link on walmart.com. There I was able to request some freebies from various manufacturers. A few weeks later, the special little packages started to flow into our mailbox. So far I've enjoyed a free packet of cranberry pomegranate crystal lite, a 2 week supply of liqui-gel multivitamins, and some vaseline man lotion--smells goooood. More is on the way. You know, since growing up all I really receive in the mail is bills and junk adverts; it's sure nice to have little treats waiting for you. (Stride has a pretty funny free sample promo going right now.)
On a totally unrelated note, I've found something so corny, so cheesey, so goofy that I must recommend it to everybody. Even if you're not a fan of Joss Whedon and spontaeous singing, you must watch Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog now (3 acts about 15 minutes each--mild language warning).
Saturday is a Special Day; It's the Day We Get Ready For Sunday...
You know that you're on your way to becoming a "real" dad when you spend your Saturday replacing the motor coupling on the washing machine, changing the oil in the car for its yearly registration, and replacing a headlight on said car.
I'd better play some video games or watch some cartoons before this goes too far...
Well, we lost in the semi-finals to "Mexico." I blame it on a large Brazilian who was looking for a pickup game, asked our Asian teammate to play, and consequently joined us. I should've had the guts to tell him to come back on a day we weren't playing in the finals but I didn't. Fortunately, he left at the half when we were down 4-0. We came together in the end and finished 3-6. Not too bad considering that half of us have no tangible skill.
In other news... Ali and I are into Season 2 of LOST. I know that we've gotten ourselves in over our heads, because we still don't know what the heck is going on. (and from what I've heard it doesn't get any better.) But the series has such high production value, great writing, and interesting characters that I'm sure we'll stay the course. I'm so glad that we can watch them all ONLINE too as our regular TV sits in the corner gathering dust.
Some Pharmacy buddies talked me into watching this movie and I must say, against my good judgement, it's made me giggle.
Well, recently life has been a blur of tests, moving, an ear infection, teething, RX United's never ending losing streak, LOST (season one), and foreign smells (Korean maybe?) wafting from the apartment beneath us and permeating our living space 24-7. Fragrant and potent!
RX United update. Last Wednesday our competitors forfeit, so we played 3 team cutthroat with a bunch of soccer misanthropes. We had captains choose teams and I wasn't picked last! M, a tall friend with a blond curly white-fro from the pharmacy program joined us for the first time and was chosen to play on the all Asian team. (All-Asian, except for him, of course). The Asians, although superior ball-handlers, crumpled under the pressure. Our one touch skills and triangle of power formations proved way too much for them to beat. But we just couldn't handle the other team composed of the South Americans, our soccer girl from the track, and the guy who usually refs. Until next time.
PS Our Syrian hasn't shown up for a game yet...maybe it's for the best.
We went to Trampoline World: Jump Zone on Friday. They re-negged on some coupons they sent in the mail so we had to pay $8 a head, which isn't that bad for 1 hour of 1700 square feet of trampolines but their "bait and switch" tactics suck. Anyway, I tried to do a young person trick and fell on the bar. :)
RX United update: We lost 13-7 on Wednesday but had some subs and yours truly scored a few goals!
I got this postcard in the mail a week after they had a gathering of sorts for Alumni of this program (i.e. me). Needless-to-say, I didn't attend.
Merry Christmas and Holiday Greetings to All Fellow Alumni -
I will be brief. I am in the midst of gathering contact information for all former BYU Film/Media Arts students. There are hopes to gather us all together - former students, the Media Arts department, and even some current advanced students - in goals of making some connections. We are hoping to develop some professional relationships among our peers, to network, and to just catch up and reunite in life.
1. Is this your best email address to contact you? You sent this via postcard... a. If not, what is the best email address?
2. What is your current address (at least which city and state are you residing/working in)
3. What do you currently do professionally? Pharmacy Student a. Do you run your own media production company? No b. Do you freelance in media production? Not anymore
4. What year did you graduate from the Film or Media Arts program? 2003 a. What years did you attend? 2001-2003 b. What was your area of interest/emphasis? General
5. What are your thoughts on a networking event/reunion with the TMA department? This would've been helpful 5 years ago.
7. Anything else you want let us know about what you're are doing now. Nothing film-related, unless you count watching them.
That's it. I look forward to hearing from everyone. I'm not bitter.
RX United is back! Unfortunately, only three of us returned for season two. So BJ had to beg a girl running on the track wearing a high school "soccer" t-shirt to join. Our ringer, the middle-aged Syrian, is out of town for two weeks. And the first team we played was the one that we lost to in the semi-finals. The other team had subs in abundance and skill to boot; in short, they slaughtered us. Joya injured her wrist in the last 30 seconds of the game and the only person to save us from a shut-out was our newfound player from the track. Here's hoping we play better next week.