Leaving on a xet plane

hmm...well I am consolidating my posting...so i get more readership on xanga....or at least more post so from now on for posts by me check out

http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=paultanner

that is all

Happy mom's day

My mom reads my blog....so Happy Mothers Day!!!!

this blog is not about me its about my friend jeremy denton and why he is one of my best friends in the world:

1. Makes owning a cell phone pointless - JD "voicemail what's that?" one time I called him and I couldn't leave a message cause his inbox was full, and you have to call at least four times on average, leaving a message each time, until he gets back to calling you, actually having him answer his cell phone is like winning the lottery

2.Sometimes he can't find his car- JD"I think I left it at work??? I hope I left it at work?? " I talked to him the other night and he was like, man i have to go get my car, and I was like ok, and he was like yeah, I think I have left it there for two days straight, I mean I was at work and I think I saw it but I took the train home, pedestrian persuasion

3.He can't find my house on the first try ever - JD "so what if I have been there ten times....shut up..stop laughing...tell me how to get there now!!!" my favorite call went like this...ummm do you live downtown? cause that's where I am ....and I was like nope....gotta turn around" and then my friend noj and jd left from jd's house to travel a route jd has traveled before and the noj beat him here, never having traveled the route, and jd at least three times

4. We stimulate one anothers imaginations...and that is a scary yet awesome sight....something that can't be described...its like spontaneous combustion...think my blog, but on steroids....

5. JD is a rocking artist and one day he will be famous...I intend to hold onto his shirtails until he drags me up with him....spotlight here I come....

that is all in a nutshell...plus he is addicted to mongolian bbq just like me...and together we eat............

PT

long overdue ramblings

Eric Peters Rules......

go to www.ericpeters.net listen to his music, buy his cd.........

ok so enough shameless promotion......we will now return to your regularly scheduled blogcast....

I love coffee shop acoustic performances, especially if all it is a guitar and a voice, maybe a guitar, another guitar, and two voices, plus a djembe...but that's it...well maybe a guitar, and another guitar(both acoustic) two voices, a djembe, and a piano thats played on slow sad songs, but thats all I need...
but anyways I love the beauty in the simplicity...the rawness of a singer/songwriter letting the words and the instruments weave together stories, and feelings, making you happy, and sometimes sad...and that is why I love artist like eric peters...who by the way I got to see twice over the past two weeks, one time it was even free...although it cost me precious sleep....but I love the authenticity of a simple stage act, hearing the backstories on the songs, the artist who is unafraid to let people see into thier life full of skeletons and simple pleasures, struggles and triumphs, victories and defeats...plus I have always(well since I started to realize I could actually play the guitar, correction actually attempt to play the guitar) wanted to do what the indie singer/songwriter does, I leave every concert thinking man I could so do that....so in closing if you get a chance which if you live in tx, won't be for awhile go and see eric peters live, in the meantime go to his website, and buy stuff....

wow...none of that was very funny.........wmart interlude....Yesterday morning I had a gentleman come and ask for the location of a paticular card, which I promptly showed him, and he proceeded to buy this card, which he then asked do you know how to put this thing on my phone...at which point I sighed, because in all reality, prepaid phones are not my responsibility, it is solely the customers....for perspective it would be like a person buying a tv dinner and then taking it to a cashier and saying "can you cook this for me?", but since I work in the "special" connection center(which most people mistake as an information booth), its these very types of questions i get asked.....and I said yes I do...but its real easy you call the 1800 number and follow the instructions...and he was like ok...I will try, but i will bring back in if I have any problems..so he leaves, cause his cell phone is in the car, and not five minutes later he shows up, cell phone and card in hand.....and I wanted to be like " come on man, you didn't even try!!! you go home and try it and I will help you then...I mean he didn't even open the card and scratch off the silver stuff to see the number...but I didn't, I just put the card on the cell phone........I guess it goes to prove give a man a fish, feed him for a day, teach a man to fish, feed him for life....give a man a cell phone, make your job ten times harder....

Star Wars: May the farce be with you

Ok normally I wouldn't be down on people who like star wars, cause I happen to be one of those people but seriously, after witnessing this with my own two eyes I am not sure I can be anyway but down on them...So apparently wal-mart, kodak, hasbro, and the entire nation of star wars conglomerates gets together and does this big radio ad, about getting to take your picture with darth vader, now I didn't hear the ad...but as best I can tell, this is what it had to say, based on the peoples reactions to darth vader being a cardboard cut out with a place for kids to talk throuhg a voice changer........................"SATURDAY!!!!SATURDAY!!!!SATURDAY!!!!....come see darth vader with real working light saber, get your picture taken with him as he mercilessly force chokes a hapless wal-mart employee....and get your own free working death star.........

Now like I said I didn't actually hear the add, but these people and I am talking sixty year old guys were coming in and I got to witness a manager get bawled out because darth was just a cardboard cut out....ok, so here is the nerdy part I totally would have dressed up as darth if they had wanted me to...but noooooooo, santa was the only offers I get...oh well.....

On a sad note, the great comic Mitch Hedberg passed away in his hotel room on thursday.........so I was a little sad and depressed this past weekend...man mitch, chris farley, the funny people always die young......which is why I am going to try and be more serious...course the fact I don't drink or do drugs might help out more than anything.....

two blogs for the price of one

ok so it was a cruddy week...maybe even a cruddy month...but there is at least one high light and that was getting to see kings of convenience at the gypsy tea room with my friends jeremy, jeff, kyla and john....yep I have a heavy j group of names and friend...hmm...maybe some scientist should do a study about names begining with j and why i have a lot of friends who have j names....so me and group j and kyla went to see this band I had never heard, but it was a good time except for the fact that we had to stand up for nearly four hours with each hour becoming more painful and unnerving....so here is my experience summed up by hour....
hour 1 : we show up early to get good seats....errr...spots on the floor to stand in, and the waiting begins...we were only an hour and 15 minutes early not too bad...so we stand and talk and wait for the show begins.....hour 2 : the show begins people begin to press towards the stage, standing room is still comfortable, but its a bit cramped, with not much room to move, but still ok...
hour 3:the koc come on and now everyone wants to be close...and if you wouldn't know it some tall guy is standing behind me, breathing down my neck, and I think I am starting to wish I was claustrophobic and had a good reason to scream and run out crazy, but instead I stood there and my legs and back began to get stiff
hour four: sure torture...neck hurts, people are smoking and blowing the smoke into the back of my head, i am tired and I don't want an encore...I want an easy chair...so I have decided next time, if ever I go to a standing room only concert I am taking spikes that are on my elbows and back and front, and can be sheathed as well as have spring activated deployment....and a ladder to set up on...above everyone else....

nonetheless buy kings of convenience's cd or at least go to thier website and listen to thier music...

blog blog blogging away

ok...so i read this guys bumper sticker the other day and it said(no lie) : only tyrants and criminals are afraid of honest citizens with guns.....and I began to think about the implications of this statement cause to be honest with you I am afraid of "honest" citizens with guns...and so I guess I am a criminal...cause I don't think I could pull off the tyrant act(BOW BEFORE ME, and give me your guns....) but I just can't really think of a conversation that ends well with..." good thing you had your m16 or ak47 on you...I mean seriously, if our army loses we are out of luck...the other line you will never hear is...well they killed all the marines, and rangers but they couldn't fight off those well armed citizens...now don't get me wrong I am not against hunting weapons and stuff... I mean I have actually hunted and killed poor defenseless creatures and enjoyed it...especially eating the poor defenseless creatures...but I don't feel safe that average joe can own a semi or automatic weapon..there is no need ...I haven't ever killed a deer...i used to hunt deer, cause they are my favorite poor defenseless creature to eat...I did shoot at one...about four times, and I missed each time...but I don't know which is more stupefying...the fact that I kept missing or the fact that the deer kept standing there....I mean lets face it...if you get a couple of shots off and the deer doesn't flinch it needs to be killed, it has the survival instincts of a rock...

How much I payed in electricity for last month

$5.39

Random Musings

Art
I have a friend who is going to art school, well I have a two friends who are going to do art or some form of it for the rest of thier lives, but the thing is I don't get art...I mean it could be that because I am amazed by christmas lights, especially the blues ones that flash...oohh...flashy blue things...but really I mean art today is either pointless or beautifully rare in quantity...for example the other day I was walking through the ritzy mall in dallas, I was pretty sure that we were gonna get thrown out cause I was in a tshirt and jeans and my friend wasn't exactly dressed to the t, and if they didn't throw us out I was pretty sure they were gonna charge us for breathing thier air, and there was only one bathroom in the whole place, which makes me come to the conclusion that rich people don't have to go to the bathroom very much, and I also always wondered what it takes to be a security guard...and do people aspire to be one, like they are kids and some one wants to be a fireman and someone wants to be a mall security guard..hey I'm not hating, I work as a cell phone salesman and I didn't ever dream about that, but I am just saying, is there some kind of place you go to get trained to gaurd malls, cause most of them have those funny looking cars you drive around the parking lot and do you have to have a special liscence to drive those? so art...in the mall there was a lifesized sculpture of a guy in three diffrent positions, i guess it was three sculptures, but I was all like awww come on thats not art, I mean its a guy in three diffrent positions laying down, crouching and standing...it took no skill, no thought, it wasn't beautiful, and it meant nothing to me...and I guess that is the clincher, I want art to have a meaning I can either understand, or cause something in me to form my own meaning, attach my own ideas to it...but instead here I am staring at a faceless guy in three diffrent positions..and I declared it wasn't art....but then again I am uncultured and uncouth...so maybe my art opinion doesn't weigh in all that much...

speaking of weighing, in jack johnson is buff...I was watching his video the other day and I was like man look at that dude, he's ripped, I mean cause for the most part guys who sing songs about love and play the acoustic guitar, I can size'em up and take em(cause they are skinny girlie men)...but not jack johnson, I figure if we meet in a dark alley its about an even draw....

I hate coffee... I think its because it tastes so horrible but people ignore that fact and just keep on drinking it, and its like an exclusive club, ohh you don't drink coffee, well you are wierd, or they are like don't worry one day you will, but I tasted it once, black, and it was horrid, i wanted to spit it out, and people tell me, ohh, well you gotta get used to the taste, or you gotta add cream, sugar, milk, chocolate, and other various paraphenelia...and I am like, no...if you have to work at something to make it good, then its not good...the work you did cancelled out any goodness that occured, and so I am back to zero and was better off not working so hard to make something I didn't like in the first place taste good...

CHAI TEA RULES!!!!