#WTF: About last night ... can I get a rundown? (After 103 dates in 9 months - I've finally been stood up)

Yep. It happened.

After going out on over 103 dates in 9 months between 2010 and the spring of 2011 plus the 2 dates a week I've averaged since ... my estimated calculation places me somewhere around the 250 mark date wise and up until last night I had actually never had anyone cancel on me or not show up ... ever!! 

It had to happen eventually, obvi - but I didn't expect to feel so humiliated in the process. Dudes, getting stood up really really really sucks. 

Here's the song that goes with the post ... 

Ugh, I'm shaking right now I'm so livid at the way this guy has handled himself. Some people just make my job SO FREAKING EASY!!! He not only outed himself, but insulted my friends. He GENUINELY sucks at life!!!!!!!! 

Alrite, so earlier in the week I got hit up on Facebook and OKC from this duderino in Florida asking if he could take me out. 

Here is the actual exchange ... 

 

All was fine and dandy I heart Dillons ... $3 beers and it's a pub. Mama likes. 

Either way, all was good but this week I've been particularly stressed on a personal and professional level. I just started helping out over at @ioLA and getting into the groove of having everything thrown at you is always a bit jarring, not counting the fact that on a personal level I had a family member OD this week. I've been INCREDIBLY transparent that I'm not in the best headspace, but I'm compartmentalizing and doing the best that I can. Also, my word being my honor it wasn't like I was going to cancel on the guy just because I was feeling a little out of it. Life happens when you're busy making other plans - above everything else you have to ALWAYS pick yourself up and get shit done. 

I left work at 5:45 and walked all the way down Hollywood blvd from La Brea to Vine dodging the characters at Grauman's and even the Scientologists by Cahuenga. (Dudes, they TOTALLY need to make a video game out of that stretch of LA. It's high-larious trying to walk through there. So many tourists and SHINY THINGS!!!) 

After narrowly escaping an uberly suggestive Zorro, I got to Dillons about 10 minutes late. 

I looked around the bar and didn't see him. 

I genuinely forgot to get his number, so I instead messaged him on Facebook letting him know that I was here. 

My gut at that point btw wasn't feeling all that good. I'm absolutely NEVER late for a date, but I've also never had a guy be that late and not message me saying he was on his way. 

I then decided to sit down at the bar leaving a seat next to me for my date. 

Within seconds a guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. 

No, I politely say. I'm actually waiting for someone. 

The bartender then approaches asking if she can get me anything to drink. 

No, I politely say. I'm actually waiting for someone. 

5 more minutes go by and another guy asks if he can sit down next to me. 

No, I politely say. I'm actually waiting for someone. 

By the time the second guy made his second lap around the bar, I realized my date was now almost 20 minutes late and without a message, tweet, or OKC broadcast - I turned and invited the guy to sit down next to me. 

My date isn't here yet, but you're more than welcome to sit here until he arrives, I said with a smile. 

He then sits down ... 

I'm Charlie, he said with a slight accent. 

Hi, I'm Jen. Pleasure to meet you. 

So, your date stood you up? he asks. 

I'm not sure, I say. I'm obviously assuming at this point since he's almost a half hour late without a mesasge, but I just kind of go with the flow. 

How did you meet this guy? 

Through my site online.

Wait, you're meeting someone from the internet? he asks shocked. 

Where are you from? I say. 

Indiana. 

AHHHHH, yes. That makes sense. 

Sigh, I think to myself. I heart mid-western boys. 

I then stare at him though and realize I am DEFINITELY his elder. 

How old are you, I ask? 

23. 

Oh jesus. I think. 

We then start talking about why he came out to LA and what he's going to be doing out here. He explained to me that he's a filmmaker and after being here only a week he was about as fresh off the boat as possible. 

Dude, this is the GREATEST time to be in LA right now, btw. The tables have turned and you don't need the money or connections that you used to need out here. If you build something online, engage with the audience, and consistently produce on a regular basis - you'll do SO well. 

He agreed, but sort of missed out on just HOW BIG the social media scene is out here. 

So, you meet people ... online? he said. 

Yeah, I literally LIVED my life for over a year crashing on people's couches that I met online. I still do on occasion, but I'm happy to have had a home now for over a year. It was a really cool experience though, I had only $10 and I got to 12 states and had SOOO MUCH FUN along the way meeting so many great people. 

But this is from the ... internet?!?! 

Yes. I said. 

You're really interesting, he replied. 

Thank you! 

After the second beer went down, and an hour had passed - I realized I had officially entered stood up territory. 

Charlie then said he had to bounce because his friend was here to pick him up. It was great meeting you, he said. Can I friend you on Facebook?

Certainly, I replied. Lemme know if there's anything I can do to help you too. 

He then peaced and I sat at the bar ... alone. 

Having just started my experiment of 90 days on Excelerol earlier this week (which is a brain supplement that helps you focus), I was absolutely inundated with this feeling of humiliation. 

It's one thing to normally feel something, and compartmentalize so you can still function - but man oh man ... being on this supplement I was HYPER HYPER HYPER focused on HOW HUMILIATED I was. The humiliation is of course rooted in ego, but here I was genuinely not in the greatest mood but DETERMINED to not cancel another date this week ... and the dude doesn't show without even a quick message as to why? 

Obvi being a marginally commercially attractive female will ALWAYS give me the upper hand in a situation like this (sitting alone at a bar in general means you are never longing for company) ... but it hurt, I'm not going to lie. Having to explain to both the bartender and this new random friend next to me that I was waiting for someone only to have them NOT show up? I genuinely understood at that point the heartbreak that guys have communicated to me in confidence regarding being stood up by someone. It was a life experience I'd thankfully hadn't had up until that point - but HOLY HELL did it hurt. 

Again though, the hurt was only resonated in expectation and ego. I EXPECTED to have a date, but what I had was a loverly conversation with a new friend, and hopefully helped him with some tips and tricks on surviving LA. 

My ego however, didn't want to let this go. 

I decided to send my date a message on Facebook ... 

I didn't want to stoop to name calling, but I wanted to clearly communicate the fact that I was hurt and being stood up SUCKED!!! 

I then headed back home, but by the time I got there the excelerol was still PUMPPPINNNGGGG through my body and all of the sudden I just felt this rush of ANGGGEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! Not even like normal anger, this was FOCUSED and CONCENTRATED ... what the FUCK, I thought!!! I have NOT had a good week and this. shit. pissed. me. off!!! 

Rather than write from that place of anger, I decided to take it to the street and go for a run in my new Nike Plus kicks. 

I put on my Nike sponsored gear and my American Psycho play list (Patrick Bateman Selection on Spotify)  and hit the pavement (forgetting to even sync up the app to calculate my speed and distance with the special awesome chips they have in the shoes). 

RIGHT out the gate ... I knew this was going to be one of the best runs of my life. 

Between Sussudio rockin in my headphones and the fact that with every stroke I could FEEEELLLL the muscles in my legs contract - wow, I thought ... this Excelerol is INCREDIBLE to work out on!! I'm so focused ... I'm so ... FOCUSED!!!! 

Sure,  the concentration was on anger which I'm not saying was the healthiest thing on the planet, but it definitely felt good to channel it in such a healthy manner.

After running the two miles I then got back to the house popping in the bathtub to cool down and read the comments on Facebook and twitter re: being stood up. 

As I'm scrolling through, I see one from the National Geographic Dude (aka the guy that showed up at my door on a motorcycle with unconfirmed plans). I've DEFINITELY admitted my fault in that scenario, but it was hilarious that he wrote how shocked he was that he even saw my posts anymore since he had unfriended me. I laughed thinking he should have used me more (like his girlfriend in Morocco suggested in the comment of this post) and I could have explained to him better the process of also unsubscribing to someone's feed after unfriending them so they are truly out of your Facebook ecosphere. 

I was in a foul, foul mood at that point. I was cranky, irate, and all I wanted to do was go to bed so I could be up bright eyed and busy tailed for my 9am meeting in the morning. 

I woke up naturally somewhere around 6 am and checked Facebook to see this message ... 

Alrite, I get it ... shit happens at this point. Again, it was only my ego that was affected. No harm, no foul. Sure I was humiliated and angry but again it was more a reflection of expectation than anything. I have to admit too, I was slightly grateful for at least the new life experience and GENUINE empathy I can express to someone when they are in the same shoes. 

I then click over on my page to see a ton of new comments on the Facebook thread. 

Yep, they were from my date. 

Now not only did he out himself for what he did, but now - he's going off on a TYRAID on all of my friends that commented. 

He RIPPPEEEEEEDD people apart (obviously myself included). 

Say all you want about me, I have a very, very thick skin ... but go after my friends?? Oh. Hell. No. 

I normally let all of those things slide, but with the sheer magnititude of comments and insults being thrown around I wasn't willing to let it go. 

We went back and forth for a bit ... again, not normally my style - but this guy could not have sounded more insecure about the entire thing. Obvi I get it, it's my audience, my experience that I document - but period end of sentence that's just the way it ALWAYS is!!! I've had guys write about dates with me ... I genuinely have nothing to hide, and I don't say I speak for everyone. I through and through will only ever speak for myself. 

Either way, I hope this duderino has a great rest of his trip and again, I am thankful for yet another life experience so I can relate to more people who have been in these shoes ... and yeah, that's all I can say and do. 

OH! But HOLY FUCKING SHIT is excelerol amazing!!! I was on adderall for a few years and I could never exercise on it because of how much it increased my heart rate. Excelerol allows you to focus but doesn't affect your appetite or your heart rate. 

It's still early for me to formally comment on it ... but man oh man did it prove it's worth last night!! 

#YAYLIFE

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#NerdsUnite: The What If? (Part 5 - The Bachelorette)

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Jordan. He was one of the first writers here on TNTML and he's a really rad mofo. I forget how we first started talking - but he lives allllllll the way over in Kansas and wants to talk to you about life from his side of the monitor in the keyword of nerd. I only have one more thing left to say ... HIT IT JORDAN!! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @SaintPepsi

So over the next few months I realized that aside from the cowboy there were several other men after Ophelia’s heart. I had inadvertently gotten myself into a Midwest version of the bachelorette. This did not bode well for me. Still, I believed myself to be the best option. So I figured, what the hell I’ll try my shot. It actually started with about 12. She being recently divorced was not shy in the options department apparently.  Most of those were easily beaten having wanted little more than to I assume bed her. Soon enough it had been whittled down to five contestants. Two were Ex’s, one was a bartender at her favorite bar, and the last was the cowboy. One of the Ex’s in his silence got himself booted, the cowboy in his desire to trap her heart became a stalker and lost his favor very quickly. Seriously, went off the ranch on the crazy farm. Leaving one Ex, the bartender and I. The Ex was a fellow she had cheated on in the past to end up with her Ex-husband. This one had promised to be less of a douchebag. Let’s face it people don’t really change and he hadn’t really either. I love that line of logic though. For you I’ll change I’ll do anything to get you back. For now then it’s right back to who I was before and that’s the reason you left in the first place. Ex’s are Ex’s for a reason. It was just a ruse. So it came down to just the bartender and I.

I had convinced her to come back to Manhattan, for a concert and to see an old friend whom was in town. The distance was growing between us and I could feel it. I could feel myself grasping to stay in this race. Whenever you start to grasp you get desperate. I had enough sense not to take the path of the cowboy. Still I had made mistakes. After the epic letter I wrote, I felt it was time I could make her a muse.  I drew her at first, then the two of us. Wrote poetry about her, and I even tried my hand at songwriting as she said she wanted to try getting into a band. Each time I added some form of creativity. While most girls might find this sweet. She told me it became overwhelming at times, as she had nothing to offer in return. We remained sexless as well. Much to my confusion as we came near enough to it over and over again.  Then one morning I awoke too, “It’s complicated” as a Facebook status. I freaked. Without even a fucking sorry I chose someone else call. I got a hold of her later and she explained that it is complicated because she couldn’t choose between us and it wasn’t fair to either of us. I relaxed a bit. Although the next trip I made down there was fraught with doubt. I even had a panic attack. I ended up calling my Ex Amber whom had those before and she talked me down. We were still pretty close as well. Seriously, though I am a very relaxed guy, I have never in my life gotten anywhere near panic attack zone. I just kept asking her, “Just let me go, if she wanted this other guy.” See I wanted a yes or a no. After all these years all I really needed was the conclusion of the story or the beginning of a new one. NOT THIS PURGATORY OF WONDER!

So there I was at the brink of love and insanity. It was literally driving me crazy. So I plotted the perfect way to fully win her heart. I was going up to her place that coming weekend and went and bought paper bags, tracing paper, twine, paper clips, and tiny electric tea light candles. I then went about crafting 30 some floating paper lanterns with the sun from, “Tangled” in them. Each lantern had an electric tea light in it that shimmered and the string attached it to the ceiling at varying heights. Taking the first moment she kissed me during, “Tangled” and making it a reality. It really was quite beautiful, my hands ached after the work I put into perfectly crafting these. I drove up with this box of pre-made floating lanterns. The next day when she went to work I set them all up hanging around her room. When she got off work later that night and came home I had her close her eyes and go into her room which I had prepped. Turned on the music from that scene in, “Tangled” and had her open her eyes to a room lit by tiny floating lanterns. She was quite literally awestruck. She told me never before in her life had someone done something so romantic for her. I then asked her out officially. To seal the race and come away from it with the girl I had sought for so long. Her answer was a very powerful, “maybe.” My heart sank. We just layed there with her head on my chest as she told me how it was one of the most beautiful things anyone had ever done for her. We made out and while she had her head on my chest she asked, “Why’s your heart beating so fast and loud?” I said, It’s beating for you. It’s your song and it only plays for you.” Still not enough. I went home the following day slightly disheartened. Yet, still hopeful that my attempt had given me the lead. From that came this poem.

Your song-

She laid her head upon my chest

Listening to the sound of my heart beat

Her face warm against me

She said softly your hearts beating so fast.

I smiled and said it's playing your song

The song it will only play for you

beating out loudly my desire to be no where else

To stay with you here in my arms tonight

It pounds like the drums to a native American dance

like thunder so close you hear it reverberate the walls

powerful enough to push the sound through my chest

You can hear and feel it drumming for you

It's your song and it calls to your heart to beat in rhythm

To play your melody along with it

It's high time I stilled my own song just for a moment

Lay my head to your breast and listen to your song

Feel if your song plays as loud as mine.

Pulling our bodies together and letting the sounds intertwine

chest to chest and feel the power of our own internal music

Drumming our blood to a frenzy

Culminating in a dance that flutters like butterfly wings

Beating back and forth like dueling instruments

Syncing our biometric cadence in to one fluid symphony

Calling our bodies together and tying them in red strings of fate

She laid her head upon my chest

Listening to her song

Playing softly to her ear

thump thump, thump thump, thump thump

Her song written and composed by my soul

Just another in the long line of overwhelming sentiment I assume. Still we craft some of our best works when we are faced with the crazy notion of love. As the days passed and my visits grew more estranged, I felt the darkness closing around me. When I visited and found the lanterns to have been removed... I all but gave up. I grew frantic to try and win this competition. See that’s one of the worst things to happen in any relationship. When one person draws away without just ending it, they start to look for a nice way to separate. What the departee ought to do is just say, “NO.” Seriously, this would save so much heart ache. While you are trying to be nice, the other person is trying like Hell to secure affection. Fighting a losing battle the whole time and lose I would too.

#nerdsunite

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#NerdsUnite: The Sweet Isn't as Sweet Without the Sour‏

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Eric. He is a MAASSTTEERRR social dynamics expert that will be talking about his experiences in the field from both an expert, and experience perspective. He's not just saying "this is how to get the girl" he's here to share his actual life stories and lessons learned from them. I only have one more thing left to say ... HIT IT ERIC !!</editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @Redolpho

Have you ever almost broke down in front of your brand new boss? I almost did.

I was sitting on the steps of a Hollywood hostel in tears. My bag lay next to me packed with the majority of my belongings. I had been hired just 48 hours ago for a job that would provide me with a roof over my head. 10 minutes before I was scheduled to start I was let go and sent on my way. As I sat there in tears it felt as though everything was lost. If you’ve read my last piece you know that I finally got up and kept going.

I started knocking on doors and calling numbers of hostels with a bus-able distance. No luck. As I was moving around Venice and asking around everyone kept pointing to the same place. They said that there was a hostel that always needed people. They were much bigger and it’s high season for travelers. I knew about the hostel they were talking about. I had already emailed my resume, dropped one off in person, and followed up multiple times. No response. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong but I knew that I had to keep trying.

I’m sure that the receptionists were starting to become annoyed as I incessantly called requesting to speak with the owner. I called and called again. FINALLY he was there and I wasn’t waiting around. I asked if I could speak with him but he was in a meeting. I didn’t care, I was going to wait until he was free. I grabbed a copy of my resume and headed to the hostel. If this opportunity didn’t work out then I had big challenges ahead of me. In my head I had already figured it out. I would grab my bag and some cardboard, find a sharpie and start hitchhiking up the California coast. With the little money I had the train wasn’t an option. I have always wanted to see Vancouver and I have friends there. Hopefully along the way I could find a hostel that would trade labor for a bed.

I arrived at the hostel and the lobby was filled with backpackers. I sat and listened to them speak but tried not to get excited by their presence. I was using the same defense mechanism of someone who was scared of a relationship. I didn’t want to get my hopes up only to have them shattered. The job that I was there to apply for may have already been filled.

Four hours went by, the sun had gone down and the owner was finally ready to see me. He was kind of a kooky fellow but he seemed nice enough. He grilled me on my resume and I was ready. I have been in business long enough to appreciate the person who pries and pokes. These people are doer’s and are in the process of making a decision, they aren’t just talking or being dicks.

He proceeded to tell me about what the job entailed and the type of people who have seemed to fit well. All of these types were to be me. We got to the end of the interview and he told me that I was to start two days later. As he took my id and went to the copy machine I choked back the tears. I had done it. I wasn’t going to sleep on the streets and I was going to start a new journey. I walked back outside and headed back to my office that had been my last temporary living situation. I stopped on the way back and fell into a crouch. My head fell between my knees and I let the tears go. Relief, joy, happiness, they all flowed through my body and the rush of emotion was almost overwhelming.

After I calmed down I started thinking about my path and the moment that I was experiencing. I again texted Jen, who has become a mentor of sorts, pushing me into myself and my truth. She made a very clear point. It was time for me to stop looking to other people to show me my path.

It was time for me to carve my own way. To stop looking for answers and to start creating solutions for myself. The world will not give you anything, you have to go out there and get what you want.

I thought about a conversation I had with an employee of the hostel who had been traveling for three years. When I asked him how he had been traveling for so long his response was simple, “If you look there is always a way.” He is right but you have to be looking. You have to put in the effort and be willing to go get that thing that you want.

This is my truth and my path. It has already started and I feel more secure in this than I ever have before. Manifest destiny, dream with open eyes, stay present. These sayings have been wringing through my head over the last 24 hours. It’s time to own my life. I know what it is that I want and that I need. I must do it before I don’t. Here goes everything!

#thatisall

If you’d like to share your stories please feel free to tweet me at @redolpho or email me at eric dot rudolph dot carrillo at gmail dot com

#NerdsUnite: Ask That Nerdy Chick (how to get over a 10 year relationship)

It is my goal for 2012 to take a lot of my weird and wonky experiences as a lifecaster and help nerdy peeps out by providing a frank (not shirley) and honest answer to some weird and potentially random questions you may have about life. 

Here is an email I got the other day ... 

First off, look at that sentence ... "I lost everything that I knew, and the one person I would give up everything for." 

To be in a healthy relationship (whatever that really means) you have to be independent before you can become interdependent. Do you know who you are? Have you ever journeyed into yourself? Do you even know what you'd theoretically be giving up? Have you ever tried seeking it in the first place? 

I empathize with you greatly as I know the feeling of a broken heart is absolutely incapacitating - however, you've gotta pick yourself up and understand SO THROUGH AND THROUGH that time heals all wounds. 

Relationships should consistently be a win/win for both parties. You don't need to give things up to be with a person, nor are you any less of a person without them being in your life. A partner should make you a better "you" but "you" shouldn't cease to exist without them present. 

Now is the time in your life where you get to be FABULOUSLY selfish. What do YOU want to do? Who are YOU at your core now that you are free of this person?? 

The people we meet on our journey of life and love are representative of self. It is life's reflectiveness that attracted us to this person in the first place; have you looked at your partner and addressed his pros and cons? What did you like about him? What didn't you like about him? Don't project anything either ... no one will see this ... write it down in a private journal (keeping it TOTALLY to yourself) ... be really really honest with what you liked and disliked about this person. 

Then from there, appreciate them being in your life. What did YOU learn from this relationship? How did YOU become a better person, or did you? 

Also through Facebook snooping you, I see that you still have it listed that you are "in a relationship." If this ended in May how honest are you being with yourself and the dynamic as a whole? 

It's really really really hard emotionally getting to that place and understanding that things are "done" - but you haaavvvvveeeeeee to physically separate yourself in both a literal and digital sense.

It doesn't mean you loved this person any more or less, it means that you are taking a stand for your sense of self and you are ready to move on. Even if you need to lie to yourself about it in the beginning you need to fake it until you make it.  

I've noticed that when I've broken things off with a guy I've been sad immediately when it happened, but then after I get this resurgence of independence followed by a few months later a repeat of the sadness. 

It's not at ALL easy, but this is life and this is your duty of existence. 

Bottom line: 

Step 1) Write out the pros and cons of the relationship. What did you like about your ex? What didn't you like?

Step 2) What did you learn from this relationship? How have you become a better person?

Step 3) What have you ALWAYS wanted to do? Address one item from your bucket list. Anytime I'm super stressed or anytime I'm upset about something - I will just go out and have a crazy adventure. It will remind you what it feels like to be alive and remind you that you can live beyond your time spent with this person. 

Step 4) Shout. Shout. Let it all out. When I get upset about a relationship I allow myself to really really really get upset. Cry, scream, kick things, beat shit up (pillows, not people) ... you. have. to. let. it. all. out. Depression isn't actually rooted in sadness - it's rooted in repressed anger. You're going to get PISSED at this loss ... so fucking EXPRESS IT!!!! Just. Let. It. All. Out. 

Step 5) Love yourself. Be really gentle on yourself for the next few months to a year. Beating yourself up over a relationship that has ended is never productive. You need to instead be grateful for the experience and be tremendously loving to yourself in the process. 

You never ever know where the journey after a broken heart can lead you. Heck, look at this entire website!! You're all reading this because I had a broken heart and SOOO much energy needing to go somewhere. 

Everything in life happens for a reason, and people come and people go for a greater purpose. Enjoy the journey dear friend but remember to just ... 

Got a question? Drop me an email! JenFriel at TalkNerdyToMeLover dot com

ORRRRR you can message me on Facebook and if it's within 140 characters on the twitter!

Best of luck out there nerds!!

xoxo <3 @JenFriel

#NerdsUnite: I can haz funny (one nerd's journey around the comedic circuit)

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Brandon. We started talking on the Facebook not too long ago, and lemme tell you, this guy can throw in quite the few kneeslappers in his emails. Yep, see Brandon is a comedian who is here today to tell you the real deal on what it's like being "on the circuit." I only have one more thing left to say ... HIT IT BRANDON!!! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @BrandonComedy

I was going to write about how awesome doing comedy is, and how often it seems that someone will offer me either drugs or sex after a show, but that can be summed up thusly: Sometimes after shows, a member of the audience will offer me sex, drugs, or both. I usually accept.

Now that that’s out of the way. I’m still in Kansas City! And I love it, the Chicago dream is being pushed back for now, but I’m making the best of my time here in KC. Also I’m in a contest! The funniest comic in KC, or some such nonsense. I generally hate comedy contests, (Sometimes I do okay in them) but due to me not really knowing anyone in KC, aside from a few comics, this one doesn’t seem so bad. I don’t feel like I’m competing against a bunch of my friends (since most of my KC comic friends are ineligible from this contest) and I think that’s why I’m more excited about this contest than I am about most. So, there’s that. If you’re in the KC area the next few Tuesdays, go to Stanford’s and tell them you’re there to see me. Then laugh, because I’m fucking hilarious.

Here are some weird bits and pieces of things that are going on in my life: I’m addicted to the Hash Brown casserole at Cracker Barrel. And alcohol. My dad wants me to graduate college soon, so I guess I’ll just go and do that. Other stuff: I used to play trumpet, and since I’ve been stuck in my parents’ house, I’ve picked that up again. It’s not great, but it’s happening. And I dig it, I think I’m recording a dubstep jazz album soon, so buy/download that. I’m out of things to say, but feel free to tweet me. I like tweeting. 

Next week I will write something awesome.

#nerdsunite

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