Merry Christmas!

And since the festive season is upon us, here's my favourite Christmas song. It's non-traditional, which is probably why I like it so much. That, and it's The Eraserheads.

The Eraserheads - Fruitcake

There's a fruitcake for everybody
There's a fruitcake for everyone
There are B-sides to every story
If you decide to have some fun

Take a bite
It's alright
There's some brandy and Star Margarine to make it bright
Take a bite
It's alright
A little lovin' and some fruit to bake
Life is a piece of cake

It's the season for being happy
But the reason is dead and gone
If the reason for being happy
Takes a backseat when the season's done

Just take a bite
It's alright
Taste the taste that sent all mothers giggling in sheer delight
Take a bite
It's alright
A little lovin' and some fruit to bake
Life is a piece of cake

Everybody, everywhere, people do you really care?
Christmas time has once again arrived
Everybody, everywhere, people do you really care?
Christmas time has once again arrived

Mistletoe and a little snow
But we don't get it there at Fruitcake Heights
Mistletoe and a little snow
But we don't get it there at Fruitcake Heights

Stars are falling down from heaven
But it's nowhere near our town
Miracles are falling down from heaven
But it's nowhere near our town

There's a fruitcake in everybody
There's a fruitcake in everyone
There are B-sides to every story
If you decide to have some fun

Just take a bite
It's alright
Taste the taste that sent all mothers giggling in sheer delight
Take a bite
It's alright
A little lovin' and some fruit to bake
Life is a piece of cake

Next Christmas, promise!

Because I'm spending another Christmas without my partner in crime, here's a flashback vid to remind myself how my cousin and I roll. And how much fun we can have when we make asses of ourselves.

ROFL. Merry Christmas, Mich! Much love, dawg.

- marty..

P.S. Peep the unsightly haircut on late 2005 Mart. Ouch.

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Here's hoping

I know it's about to Christmas in a couple of days, but before it does, I figured I'd write up my last-second wishlist.

• A new pair of shoes. I'm thinking these Bass kicks for (relatively) cheap, or these Feits... for double the price. Financial kamikaze, indeed.
• A new set of pants. Jeans, slacks, whatevers. I seen these navy Gant pants at Castle Hill over the weekend, but I decided to hold off. Hmmm.
• Long-sleeved shirts. Yes, I know it's summer. I don't care. I seen some nice ones over at Incu, and I'm bullseyeing one come Friday.
• A more grown-up wardrobe. A little less GP (although I don't think I've even bought anything from GP since I turned 18. Jeans aside, GP's too...y'know), and a little more GQ. Fuck if I'm not even 21 yet. I wanna roll with this "Mart looking older" mentality I've had throughout this whole year and carry it into 2-double-0-9.
• Last but most, a Lakers W against the Ceatles come Christmas Day. It'll be Boxing Day here by the time I get the results, so I'm hoping I can add that to the list of good things to come that day. If I have to voodoo the shit out of the Green Machine, I'm cool with that. I'm not averse to stat curses either. Boston, you've been warned.

- marty..

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20/20

Now that almost all the pics from Saturday night have been uploaded (only Liezl's left to go), I think it's time for the final word on my annual late Halloween soiree. Too lazy (and sore) to blog properly, so I'm just gonna look back on my list of irrational worries and let hindsight work its magic.

• "People getting bored. A dull, lifeless party is what I'm most scared of. Keeping everyone entertained is Job #1."
  
  I think I did a pretty good job with this. Everyone kept themselves entertained with drinks, conversation, mingling, music and picture-taking. Awesome.
  
  
• "Job #1A would then be keeping the house in order. This is why I stay sober at my own parties. If anything gets broken, you can find my name in the adoption listings."
  
  Cleaning wasn't too bad this year! It was actually fairly tolerable. Plus, we kept the house itself clean, aside from needing a mop job in the morning. Other than that, good times!
  
  
• "Trying to get the various disparate groups together to have fun as one party entity. Here's hoping everyone has fun mingling."
  
  This one wasn't a problem at all. Lucky for me, I have sociable friends.
  
  
• "If a lot of people sleep over, I'm not gonna have room for them. The couch is off-limits. So is Fonz & Crisa's room."
  
  Sorry, RD and Jeanette! Pat solo-ed the bed, and I didn't even know he was sleeping over! HAHAHA.
  
  
• "I might run out of alcohol again. Recurring theme at my parties."
  
  I actually had extras this year. Well-preparedness, what up!
  
  
• "Here's hoping people can actually use the bathroom this year."
  
  Done and done. Didn't stop people from peeing in the alleyway, though.
  
  
• "What if I don't decide on a costume by then?"
  
  I managed to decide on a costume. It just got so hot that I needed to change costumes about 2 or 3 times throughout the night.
  
  
• "The weather could be disastrous. Best believe my eyes are gonna be glued to the Weather Channel in the upcoming week."
  
  Fortunately, the weather took a turn for the better JUST as Saturday morning rolled around. Hot and windy throughout the night, instead of rainy and clammy. Good party weather, mos def.

Alright, it's getting too painful to type. Might post later. Hit the big two-oh in a month for the first time EVAR!

- marty..

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'Dummy' Snippet

Quick quip from Charles Hamilton:

"Shouts to the sexy waitress at Nobu / I got no boo / So, your walls, I'd like to go through / I ain't sayin', I'm just sayin' / I guess I'm Super Saiyan, like Goku"

- marty..

P.S. Peep the whole freestyle here. He automatically gets points for dumping all over Soulja Boy.

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HOLY FUCK.

http://www.thefader.com/articles/2008/12/12/the-wire-the-complete-series-ommfg

- marty..

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kidcatastrophe Presents: A Halloween Party in December

The party finally went down last night. As expected, good drunken times ensued amongst the revellers. I did my best to stay as sober as possible (and I think I did a pretty good job at it, too), just so I could maintain order around the house. I have to say, cleaning up wasn't as bad as it was last year. I love that everyone mostly stayed outside, saving me the hassle of having to tidy up the WHOLE house. Ahh, orderly drunkenness. Good times for all!

Highlights from the night:

• Cristian coming as 1SikLeb, replete with body hair, bum bag and about a billion phones.
• RD as Blank Man. Or as everyone else called him, "Blanket Man."
• Pat's adventures with the alleyway place in my backyard. Stomach lining FTW!
• Richard and his alter egos, The Bunteaser and Ricky Ricardo Monquez. Quotes include, "Hey baby, you got a spare nine months? Good, 'cause you're having a baby." and "Where is the, uhh, 'take-a-the-photos?'"
  
• Teej + blonde wig = Mandy Spleiss.
• Those bogan girls outside.
  
• Valdez climbing my walls. Spider-Man!
• Pat's Andre the Giant singlet, and Teej's attempts at being Solid Snake. "Teej? Teej?! TEEEEJJJ!" "Hey guys, open the light and cover his eyes!"
  
• Jess Lay getting drunk to the point where she looked like she was crying/worried the whole night.
• Dianne's shock gun. Ouch.
• Julz and Karl driving all the way back to the party! Dedication!
• RD walking into the spare room to find the sofa bed had been solo-ed by Pat.
• Ange's tats. ROFL.
• Cristian's back piece. DOUBLE ROFL.
• Ria being the cleanup saviour for the second year in a row. (Massive thanks, dawwwwg!)
• Reyes' shorts! "Hey bro, you look like you need a drawstring!"
• Lette coming in in a dress...then promptly changing to dress as me. Score.
• Jimbo as 50, with the bulletproof vest and all. Also, my brother as...Fresh Prince? Kanye?
• Crisa and Liezl gossipping. I'm owed stories, if I recall correctly!
  

Selected snapshots from the soiree:

Hat - check. Oversized jersey - check. Trackies - check. Mart pose - triple check.


I'd like to think I did Juggy justice. I mean, he's just lazing around and consuming. PERFECT.


A rare picture with my Jughead costume.


Full-body shot of the Juggy. Hell, all I needed was the needlenose!


I'm Idaho! It got too hot to stay as Jughead, so I changed to one of my cop-out ideas.


Hey, it looks like I'm holding the dollar bill!


We even had a tattoo artist!


Too much co-ordination can kill you. Especially if your shirt matches your drink.


I don't blame you, Julz. I couldn't stop looking at him last night, too!


Warning: Matt makes people cry.


Photography express!


LOL. I wouldn't be surprised if our TFC's out of wack now.


"Just let me enjoy my beer and my privacy! ...But make sure you get my shoes in the shot."


Adam Bomb. I had to wear the hat, 'cause crown hair's a bizznitch.


I had white guys come to my party. Howzat!


Last song of the night before the midnight cut-off.


The party starts to wind down a bit.


Funny thing is, Cristian was completely sober.


Who could've done this?


Oh, hello Pat!


There's a fire in my mouth, and none of you are invited.


Woodcroft, we go hard! We go hard!



Morning after. This was at around 6AM, I think. RD and I were still up and walking around randomly cleaning the backyard. Sleep is for gays!


People were STILL coming by at 6 in the morning! That's how we do.



To my folks: thanks for letting me throw the party, and for cleaning up this morning. To everyone that showed up: thanks for coming, motherfuckers!

You're welcome! You're all welcome!

- marty..

P.S. To those that weren't invited, nothing personal. I just didn't have much space to work with.

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Morning after

Okay, I've been up for the last 21 hours. My head is killing me. My legs are in so much fucking pain. I spent the last couple of hours just chilling and cleaning. I'm just sitting in the lounge with Jeanette and RD, 'cause we have nowhere to sleep. Ouch.

So, the party last night was pretty fucking crazy. More deets and pics to come soon. Must find time and space for rest soon. Peace.



- marty..

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Sneek Peak

- marty..

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Got the letter today and...

...I'm in.

"On the basis of your results across Psychology Level II and Level III courses of your degree, we are pleased to offer you a place in the Psychology Fourth Year program (Session 1 - PSYC4053 Psychology 4A and Session 2 PSYC4063 Psychology 4B) in 2009."

I know I didn't get Jessica Grisham as my supervisor (and man, that would've been perfect. A research thesis on OCD? I could've KILLED that), but getting Dr. Henry is no joke. I'm excited to work with her. I mean, I remember being totally into her Second Year Assessment lectures, so I'm looking forward to learning more and writing about social psych and neuroscience in the upcoming year.

Hells yeah. Let's do this.

- marty..

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KidNeedsHisFix

I blocked out the blogosphere for a good 8 months or so this year, and for good reason: with life the way it was, being frugal was the best option. Thus, staying away from things that might tempt me was a necessity. Also, nothing really got me fired up for a while.

A couple of months ago, something (I don't know what; don't ask) clicked in me, and I decided to catch up and revisit the usual sites. As such, I'm back to compiling pics of shoes that fuel my fifteen-year-long obsession/addiction. With the Holidays coming up, here's my wishlist (pipe dreams, what up!). Hit the links to peep the steez.

1. Feit mid-tops
2. Kubrick hi-cuts
3. Lanvin patent dress shoes
4. Danassa x Journal Standard Deck Shoe Mid
5. adidas x Neighborhood ZX700
6. F-Troupe Lace-Ups with strap
7. Pointer Barajas mids
8. Ubiq Fatimas
9. Caminando Deck Shoes
10. Lacoste x Shoes Up Missouri Beret
11. ACNE Jeans x Tretorn Phoenix
12. Bedwin Chukkas
13. Givenchy footwear
14. One True Saxon mids
15. Staple x Converse Pigeon Chukkas
16. Alife Everybody Mono Super Red
17. Dr. Martens Manton
18. Generic Surplus Sneakers
19. Terrem Cavern Boots
20. Opening Ceremony Desert Boots
    
    

Note: This list, of course, excludes my Holy Grail. Ahh, Penny Foams. I see you in my nightmares.

Sigh. If only I had funds to burn, I would actually attempt to buy SOME of the shoes on this list.

And I was supposed to keep this list at ten, but nuts to that. Over and out.

- marty..

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Checklist time.

I'm doing this so that hopefully, I don't forget anything important. Things I have to take care of before Saturdeezy:

• My costume. I have to decide, and decide soon. Fuck it, last-minute decisions for the win.
• The food. Moms says she has me covered for chicken tenderloins, prawn cutlets, wedges, pizzas...basically small snack foods in general. But I ain't sweatin' bullets, 'cause for real, it's not a dinner party. I'll have enough to feed the munchies, but it's not gonna be a 12-course meal.
• Alcomohol. I'll get this on the day. I'm thinking, a couple of bottles of something hard, plus a couple of cases of something social?
• Tables and chairs. Plus, I gotta clean the backyard up a little. "MART! GET THE TABLES! ...And chairs, if you can."
• Heads-up for the next-door neighbours. I've already got my speech planned out. "Hey guys, there's gonna be about thirty drunken young adults middling about on Saturday night. It might get a little bit loud and rowdy. Just to let you guys know. But don't worry, two of those thirty will be Julius Villa-real and Karl Valdez. I'll take pictures for you guys."

Over and out.

Snippets from GITD

My brother's girlfriend (What up, Fonz and Crisa!) got some good short footage from the concert. Since these clips are about nine billion times smaller and therefore easier to upload than the ones I took (can you say 10 minutes & 200+ Mb per clip), I figured it'd be worthwhile to put these up. Miniscule portions of the awesomeness from Saturday night, coming right up!


The last minute or so from Touch the Sky, plus the start of Gold Digger. Yes, Yeezy, we did have the time of our lives. Thanks.

The intro to Good Life. Welcome, indeed.

The Stronger intro. One of the best parts of the night. Wait, the night itself was entirely trippindicular. So, I don't know, maybe that statement doesn't hold up so well.

Over and out.

Welcome to Heartbreak.

"And my head keeps spinnin', I can't stop havin' these visions, I've gotta get with it."

That's how I feel right now. It's the morning after the greatest concert in the history of mankind (officially unseating its prequel to take the throne), and my head still doesn't feel right. I feel like I need to be back in my seat, experiencing the genius in all its glory. The lights, the sounds, the darkness, the incredible graphics, the Taiko drums, the raw emotion, the heartfelt lyrics, the stadium status... the heartbreak. I'll be the first to admit that I got a little misty-eyed just sitting there and taking it all in.

Revisiting the night, in the form of blurry photographs, coming right up.


Nasty Nas in your area. About to cause mass hysteria.




Wake up, Mister West!


Through the wire.





Big screen!


Flashing...lights!



Do you think about me now and then?







He does it for the glory.


Where are you, Yeezy?


I'm, I'm, SKY HIGH!



To a BITCH so heartless. How could you be so heartless?



Smile, lovebirds.


Outfit for the night. Clydes survived, thankfully.


To paraphrase Russ Bengtson, last night wasn't a concert. It was a coronation. And his reign is as far as your eyes can see.

- marty..

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