12/30/2005 01:48:00 AM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|This new year is going to be different. It wont be defined by new year resolutions that I wont keep. Instead, I'm kicking off the new year with the perfect song. When everyone else starts counting down the last ten seconds of 2005, I'm going to quietly slip into a corner by myself and put on headphones. I will rock out. But to what? What will be the perfect song to start off 2006? It's got to have so much energy in it that I wont be able to help but dance. It might be cool to have some sort of lyrical substance to it. Most importantly though, the song has to make me smile because of it's sheer awesomeness.

The White Stripes - My Doorbell

Adam got The White Stripe's Get Behind Me Satan album for Christmas and had it in his car all day. He was excited to hear all the songs in their original, un-mp3ed format. Everything did sound pretty good in his car but I wasn't totally amazed until I heard My Doorbell. We had just watched two episodes of Firefly at Adam's house before realizing that he, Kristi and Justin needed to get to a family Christmas dinner. Everyone piled back into Adam's car with the CD still playing. I wasn't even really sure what was playing, but I liked it and started singing along, bobbing my hand and drumming on everything around me with my hands. It was great. I like that song. Still, even though it's great and all, it's just not perfect for the new year.

Death Cab for Cutie - The New Year

I fell in love with Death Cab, primarily Ben Gibbard, after seeing them play in Walla Walla with Adam. They had an awesome presence live. There were these lights behind everyone in the band that shined past them onto the walls on the side of the auditorium casting gigantic silhouettes playing their instruments all around you. It was amazing. Best show I've ever been to. Their song The New Year only seems fitting to listen to as the new year rolls on in. It starts out with some eerie whirring while a faint tone builds up in the distance. All of a sudden, a guitar and the drums come in at full intensity. Then Ben Gibbard goes on to sing about the new year. Yeah, it's a great song, but it is far too cliche to start off my new year. Listening to it for the new year would be like listening to Green Day's Good Riddance at a graduation or end of a summer camp.

The Mountain Goats - Dance Music

When this song plays, I can't help but smile. It tells a sad story about a guy avoiding a fight his parents are having by going to his room and listening to music. It's sooo great. Everything he sings is horribly sad, but the music is way fun and uplifting. Pure genuis. Even with all it's geniusness, it doesn't seem right to welcome the new year with. In fact, nothing does. I need to do more searching.|W|P|113593631513059650|W|P|Finding the Perfect Song for the New Year|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/28/2005 02:44:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|I'm looking for money. So if anyone has any.. just send it my way. That or a good job idea. I'm getting fed up with all the "stuff envelopes and earn $500 to $1000 a week" schemes.|W|P|113580994061526032|W|P|Wanted: Cash|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/24/2005 10:47:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|If you're so lonely on Christmas Eve that you're coming to my site try this out. Next time you're with someone that you want to impress, pull out a dollar and blow your nose with it. Casually toss the digusting bill over your shoulder or to your side, chuckling softly to yourself "hahaha.. I'm so rich." Fine, it may not impress anyone but it's certainly the most satisfying thing in the world.|W|P|113549345423900366|W|P|Lonely and Feeling Poor on Christmas Eve?|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/23/2005 10:22:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|Last night I was bored and in front of a mirror. I'm not totally sure what I was doing there. Staring into the mirror, I decided I didn't like the way part of my curly bangs hung. I grabbed a pair of scissors from my room and started snipping away at my bangs. I've never liked getting my hair cut professionally. I'm a pushover and don't like telling them that they're doing a bad job. When they spin me around to the mirror to look at myself and ask if they're doing it right I get out of the chair to give them a standing ovation, clapping as loud as I can, telling everyone in the store to come over and check out the amazing, professional job they've just done. Before sitting back in the chair for their fine tuning, I grasp their hands with both of mine and give them a vigorous handshake, looking them in the eye while telling them "thank you. Really, you've done amazing." The whole routine is perfect if I can squeeze out a tear during the handshake. So, I noticed there was a curl on the top of my head that stuck out a bit too much. The scissors were there before I knew what was going on. Snip, snip snip. A few more curls were gone. Now I didn't like the length of all my hair. It seemed the best thing to do at the time would be to keep cutting. A few inches and a pile of hair later, my head was a new man. I bagged all the hair up to nail to a wall of my room and went to sleep. Sleeping was itchy. This morning, I got up with my new hair cut, showered, brushed my teeth and gave myself one of the best shaves in my life. Dabbing a bit of my secret deodorant under my pits, no pun intended, I felt like the sharpest man ever to set foot on the earth. Long story short, people gave me crap all day because the back of my head, which I hadn't bothered to cut, was an atrocity. I don't mind how bad the back of my head looks. The way I see it, I cut my hair for myself and I never see the back of my head. If someone cares enough about how bad the back of my head looks, they'll come and cut it for me themselves.|W|P|113549324676365804|W|P|Hair Cut!|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/22/2005 11:21:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|Some nights I get this feeling that I want to sit down and write something really great. I've always wanted to write a killer play, movie script or story of any kind but I've never really sat down and churned one out. Tonight would have been a good night to start one, but then Jeromy asked me if I would still stay in school and live here if I had a million dollars. I told him I would stay in school and live here because I like the people I know and actually like school too. I still want to go up to UW in Seattle and study electrical engineering so that I can immerse myself in the music scene up there as a sound guy. Since I want to do that, there's no amount of money that could change my mind, only money that would help me enforce that dream. You could also look at it in a bit of a different light and assume I wouldn't change anything because everyone here is worth more than a billion dollars to me. To that, I quote Cypher from the Matrix, "Ignorance is bliss." (light-heartedly.) With all that sentimental bull crap out of the way I could finally ask Jeromy the real question at hand, "if you had a billion dollars, would you build your own theme park?"|W|P|113532359051959398|W|P|What Would you do With a Billion Dollars?|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/21/2005 11:05:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|I'm Sorry for the lack of posting on Monday. The site went down on Monday while the host thought that I wasn't going to pay for it anymore. It took them about a day to figure out that I had already paid them for the next year of the site before they finally threw it back here on the internet. Here's what I was planning on writing about.
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My four best friends.

1. Cold, Hard Cash

I under stand everyone is busy this time of year. Don't waste time buying gifts for me, instead you can just hand me the cash that you would have spent on me. Some people look down on this and say it's insincere. I say what's more insincere, buying someone a crappy present or giving them money to pay the bills? Even if they do blow the money on a crappy present themselves.

As little as $100 could buy me
at least 25 Ciabattas.

2. Warm, Flexible Store Credit

If the world has corrupted your mind so much that you don't feel right giving me cash because it's too insincere, don't worry, you can always pick me up some store credit. I'll accept credit for Best Buy, Circuit City and Jack in the Box. The mall also offers these neat gift cards that are accepted as regular credit cards everywhere. Anyone can put a certain amount of money on them and charge things to the card until it runs out the balance.

3. Crappy shirts to remix

Throw anything that doesn't fit anymore my way. I guarantee that I'll either cut it up and stitch it into a cooler shirt or give it a nice place to rest in my "spare cloth drawer."

4. Crappy novels to remix

I could use anything for my remixed novel project. Most of the books I have lying around my room are old Sci-Fi stories. If you have a favorite character from a book you own and want to see them make it into my remix project, then cut your book up and send me the pieces.

5. Different solid-colored T-shirts

In my newest phase of T-shirt design, I've been real interested in using cloth for colors instead of sharpees. With cloth, it's harder to make things detailed, but it wont fade or run in the wash. Since it shows up a lot better, I can start making shirts out of different colors than white. I wear a Hanes Medium.

6. Pictures and Notes

Drawing pictures and writing notes are cool. I'd love to have some.

My collection of lamps could
compete with any number of
lamp stores like this.

7. Old-fashionedy Lamps

My room only used to only have one light built into the ceiling. Since those years, I've added eight lamps. Now there's two ceiling lamps, one table lamp hanging from the ceiling, three floor lamps, another table lamp on top of my lockers and a light bulb on a string switch installed in my bunk bed above my hammock. I love lamp. The addition of all the lamps in my room have really brightened up the place. When they're all turned on at once, the whole place is washed in a soft, heavenly, yellow light that gently swirls every color in the room together. Wouldn't you want to add to that?

8. Mechanical Pencils

Seriously, I love these. Everything that you write with them is clear and easy to control. If you find a mechanical pencil on the floor with some lead in it, pick it up and save it for me. I'll get you something cool too.

9. A new pair of socks for every day of the year

I heard about someone who bought socks so they'd have a fresh, new pair to wear every day. That sounds like heaven to me. What separates people from the kings? Socks. The only difference is that kings get a new pair of socks every day. Do you even realize how empowering having a crisp pair would be every single day for the rest of your life?

10. Comments!

I love it when people post me comments! It makes me feel like people actually read what I write. I want a stocking full of comments.
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On another note, how much would the song suck if it were "The 364 Days Before Christmas?"|W|P|113497616770651301|W|P|My Top 10 Christmas List|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/20/2005 10:13:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|Brandon and Chad have been coming over to the studio for the past few days to record our first self-titled EP, iPod. It's got 4 tracks on it and every one of them are great. The deep lyrics explore the reaches of outer outer space and the intimate caverns of teenage soccer-love. This Christmas, when someone you know is asking for an iPod, be aware that they're talking about us, iPod the band not those crappy mp3 players. Check us out on myspace.

iPod - The Band

|W|P|113514585508904717|W|P|iPod - The Band|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/18/2005 10:19:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|A week or two ago I was digging through my room trying to find some cool crap to give away for a white elephant gift exchange. If you've ever been in my room, you know that there's tons of pretty cool crap. Anyone getting something from my room could never possibly dream of getting something cooler. The only problem with me giving away such cool stuff is that when I dig through everything, I remember all of the cool projects that I have dreamed up to use something for. The first thing that I grabbed when looking for stuff to give away was two ziploc bags full of The Far Side cartoons I had ripped off a day by day calendar and saved when I was young. Not only would just getting a year's worth of cartoons be cool, but they'd make an awesome filler gift too by crumpling them up and using them as stuffing; like classy newspaper stuffing. On top of my dresser there's my display of 4 empty iPod boxes from all my crazy different iPod returns and exchanges. When you return an iPod, you can get away with just turning in the basic folding cube that actually packages everything and still keep the fancy cardboard cover that slips around it to keep it all together. Slapping one of those iPod box covers on a package to give away in a white elephant exchange would be awesome and funny, but I couldn't bear to cripple my perfect display so I kept looking for something else. Working my way down the dresser, I looked around my "spare cloth" drawer. If I find clothes that don't fit me anymore or are ridiculously un-stylish, I'll throw them in that drawer and forget about them. Of course, when I was digging through that drawer hoping to find a funny shirt to give to someone, I remembered my plan to cut up the different shirts in there and sew their different parts together to make a sort of "remix shirt." Dumb idea? No, because no one has ever done it before so it's sort of creative. Practical idea? No, because any way that you cut up T-shirts and try to sew them together will end up looking horrible. Who would comprehend the "shirt remix" idea anyways? I'm years ahead of my time. Someday in the future, historians will dig deep into my will-be-crusty house and find my spare cloth drawer with a few failed attempts at "shirt remixes." Then they'll shift their gaze from the failed attempts to each other's shirts, which will be futuristic remixed shirts, and realize that I was the God-father of shirt remixing and build a glorious statue of me in the town square. Actually, it wont even be called the town square. The idea of shirt remixes are so far ahead of our time that people will have invented new shapes. What we would call a town square would be more like a town squarcle, a futuristic remix of a square and circle. Tying back in with the search for white elephant gifts, the next thing I looked through were old novels I have lying on my bookshelf that I've never read. Most are low-key sci-fi books that I lost interest in after the first chapter. Sadly enough, my plan for those novels was to cut them up and make novel remixes! Think about it, it's such a great idea. Instead of taking all the time to think up a story and developing characters of your own, why not just cut out different aspects of books that you like and piece them together? Snip a little setting description here, snag a bit of witty dialogue there and stitch it all together by penciling in whatever else you want. When I talk the idea out like that, I really want to do it. My goal for this week will be making my first remixed novel. I ended up scrounging up a cardboard globe that I got from school, cracking it down it's seam, drawing funny pictures and writing stupid things everywhere inside it and stuffing it with stuff. I threw in a blue LED keychain, a cheap magic trick toy that makes pennies disappear, a miniature deck of cards from Lego Land in California and a roll of duct tape. Oh yeah, I put a sharpee in there too so that whoever got it could write things on it. I admit, most of the stuff in the globe was total crap, but I think I more than redeemed myself by slipping the roll of duct tape in there. Anyone who can't appreciate duct tape shouldn't be celebrating Christmas anyways. At the actual Christmas Party where the exchange took place, there was a fun way to mix up all the gifts. Everyone sat in a circle holding a random gift and listened to a story. Whenever the words "right" or "left" were read, everyone passed their gifts accordingly. Before the story was read I said "What if 'right' or 'left' are within another word? Like, would I pass to the left if you said 'sch-left?'" Everyone had a jolly laugh. I felt good about myself.|W|P|113497588459345216|W|P|Christmas Gifting|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/17/2005 09:22:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|At the church Christmas play tonight, I sat down after the first show to have a glass of hot chocolate and cookies with everyone else from the inside scenes. Little did I know before taking a sip as sitting down against a wall, it wasn't hot chocolate being served. It was scalding chocolate. It almost burnt my tongue right out of my mouth. To keep that sort of thing happening from anyone else, I say that there should be two kinds of hot chocolate. Just regular hot chocolate and scalding chocolate. A simple two-tier system like this would save many a tongue. There could also be sub-classes of chocolatey drinks to distinguish between those with and without marshmallows or different temperatures of the drink below scalding, but that would all be icing on the cake.
I talked to a few people about different file-sharing issues this week. Basically, I decided that there are two kinds of file-sharers too, just like hot chocolate. So there are file-sharers and then there are file-bearers. File-sharers download stuff that they like and are generally nice people; they actually share their files. On the other end of the spectrum, file-bearers are downright nasty people that just happen to download things too. File-bearers may have as much, or in most cases they actually have more, stuff as file-sharers, but they have it to show people up. They know that they can get anything they want and they flaunt it. These kind of people will use their skillz to hold themselves up above other people. Instead of saying things like "Hello friend, I just downloaded the new Harry Potter movie. Do you want to come over sometime and drink reasonably-tempered hot chocolate while watching it?" they'll say things like "Hey, what's up?" Then, when you say, "Not much. You?" The file-bearer will snap back, "Actually, I didn't really care how you were. I just started the conversation so that I could tell you that I have the new Harry Potter movie and laugh at you because you suck so much and don't have it." See the difference? Often, it's hard to really tell the difference between a file-sharer or file-bearer. The tell-tale way to sift through one from another is to ask someone how they share their files. A friendly file-sharer will generally tell you the different programs they use to find things and then ask you how you do because they genuinely care. They'll want to either help you start using a better way that they love or think that your way is better and try to get a piece of that action. The first thing a file-bearer will tell you when asked how they get their files is how much they can get in a day. It wont matter what they're getting as long as it's tons of stuff. Outrageous and technologically impossible claims are like conversation-salt to file bearers. Now what's the point to all this? I wish I could make a cool internet quiz to tell people which kind of person they are. I used to be a blatant, greedy, obnoxious file-bearer myself but I followed the path of enlightenment and consider myself a nice, friendly file-sharer now.

Imagine the meatball being more saucy.
On another note, how crazy would it be if your entire face turned into a zit and then someone punched you in the face? When I say that, I don't mean zits covering your face, I mean your entire face literally turning in a zit. Since no one apparently takes pictures of zits I found this picture of a meatball on a plate of spaghetti to represent someone's face turning into a giant zit. Now, here's the real clincher, if someone punched you in the face/zit, who would it suck more for? You or them? On one hand, it would suck for you because you just got punched in the face, but on the other hand they just got their entire fist covered with zitty puss. But, on the other hand again, your entire face just exploded in a zitty puss mess.|W|P|113488343399233479|W|P|Vs. vs. Vs.|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/16/2005 10:54:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|Instead of deluging me with all this crap, myspace could have just told me, "Yes, you are the coolest person ever." Sure, it's very flattering and all, but telling me that would have been easier for both of us. Seriously, who else has ever maxed out all those things? Tom? I doubt it. Creating the service only takes you so far, you have to be embraced by it's community like me.|W|P|113471635226686968|W|P|Myspace Mail|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/15/2005 08:33:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|I got kind of busy today out at church practicing for the Living Nativity and Chad and Brandon are coming over now to lay down some more tracks for our bands first album. Everyone should come and see The Living Nativity at the Cathedral of Joy to see a new perspective on Christmas. It's an awesome performance and I got myself a role with a few lines. I'm so good at my role that they may have just cast me as Jesus himself. The top bunk of my bunk bed is being made into an office/recording studio which should turn out pretty cool. More on everything tomorrow.|W|P|113470818920227824|W|P|2nd Day|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/14/2005 06:41:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|Today, I decided to commit myself to one post per-day here on the site. As you can see, I'm doing well so far.|W|P|113461459520267653|W|P|A New Age|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/08/2005 04:45:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|
Me: [while leaning against the library window with my forehead, breathing on it to fog it up] Dude, Jon. It'd be cool if I could breathe fire and melt this window. You know, like I'm fogging it up right now? Jon: Yeah! It'd be cool if you could breathe icy too and freeze it and then touch it and shatter it. Me: I guess, but that would hurt your throat and lungs. Jon: So would breathing fire. Me: Oh yeah. Crap. You're absolutely right.
|W|P|113409043603679676|W|P|A Short, True Story of My Own|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/03/2005 11:19:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|Jon Hanson, prodigy. Apparently Jon has been writing another blog besides the one off his main site, revolutionarypants.com. On his main site, he has been talking about writing different scripts for a while. This afternoon he declared one finished and threw it up online for everyone to read. I am in the middle of reading it and I'm loving. I'm laughing out loud and so excited that I came here to promote it off my own site. No matter what Jon says, we're going to go get Nick Cage to make this movie. It's golden.

Being Nick Cage
by Jon Hanson

|W|P|113368128875027468|W|P|Being Nick Cage|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com12/01/2005 07:03:00 PM|W|P|Steve Geluso|W|P|
62? That's RIDICULOUS!|W|P|113349272556905965|W|P|The Most Ridiculous Thing Ever|W|P|stevegeluso@gmail.com