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My current favorite cereal...

Look, let's cut to the chase here. This cereal is fucking fantastic tasty. Some cereals have a lot of bells and whistles. You know that Basic 4 cereal? I used to eat it when I was a few years younger. There were like 20 ingredients in that. You had 3 different kind of flakes, cranberries, almonds, walnuts, toasty oats...man now that I think about it that cereal was pretty delicious. At any rate, there was a lot going on.

life (OG lower case) Cinnamon is as basic as it gets. You can eat it straight it up like I do. A whole grain oat in the shape of a crispy chex, with perfect crunch and a sublime finish. Just look at that delicious spoonful. Any cereal that can make two adolescent girls as happy as that has to be good. Just look at their smiles people, genuine. To top it off, you got Ben Franklin-looking Quaker up there watching down on the whole scene, as if to say "Eat my delicious morsels, and you shall find peace."

Well I did Quaker, and I'm peaceful as a light rain.

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Who watches the Watchmen...

We did! Went to a screening a few days ago at WB. The movie turned out great. Anyone who's read the book knows how complex the plot is, so that in and of itself is a challenge, but really what makes the book great are the characters. Each of the Watchmen has multiple layers themselves.
Throughout the book you learn more and more about their motivations and how they ended up where they are. Its like the slow peeling of an onion, and getting this across in a film is a tough feat.

Zack and crew managed to do just that. The way they handled Rorschach and Manhattan felt the best to me, as these two characters I feel are the most interesting in the book. Rorschach is amazing because he is very one track. His sense of justice is absolute, and never falters from that. With Manhattan, you're asked an important question. What if you had the power to save the world, but didn't want to? You will feel sorry for this man with infinite powers, yet no desire to use them.

They also amped up the action sequences, which was a smart move. In the book, you get a sense that even though the Watchmen aren't true "super-heroes" in the expected sense, they know how to fight. These fight scenes and the violence overall are brutal and bloody. I'm really looking forward to seeing the movie in a real theater when it comes out to hear the reactions from the audience on some of these shots.

I think you guys will really love the movie.

In other news, we've been writing for the past week. Things have been moving fast, and are feeling really good. I think we'll soon be hitting our stride, and can't wait to see what comes out of that.

Oh and check out Flower on PS3. If you ever feel the need to get away from the world, load up this game. Take to the winds and enjoy.

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It's that time again...

Yes G, we did indeed bring the rain. I don't know what it is, but whenever we get back together the skies start crying. I think its colder here in LA than in Jersey! Sorry guys...

We had a very long and well deserved break, but I and the rest of the guys are already back to work writing and are having a great time. I don't think you all out there know, maybe some of you do, but MCR really is a family first, and a band second. or maybe both at the same time, I don't know. Being able to write music with these guys, having our families out here through the process to make it feel like home, I feel very lucky and thankful for this great life.

In other news, I've started to tackle Mega Man 9. What a genius stroke by Capcom to release this game. If you guys haven't had a chance to try it (or any of the previous in the series) you have to give it a shot. This is pure old-school gaming at its best. So far my favorite "F*&( you" moment from the designers is in Tornado Man's stage, where some clouds offer you safe footing, while others you will pass right through and die a sorry death. Or the part in Plug Man's stage, where the infamous disappearing blocks return. Just went you think a block will appear to stop your fall, "f&^* you!!" say the designers. In your rush to get across the bottomless pit, you forgot to notice the timing of the blocks has now changed. "f*&%(% YOUUUU!!!!"

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I'm f*#king Batman!!!

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To go along on G's theme...

Here's a great close-up of Mikey's bass from the video! All the work done on the guitars and drum kit was by G, Frankie, Mikey, Bob and myself. I think we did pretty all right!

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!!!

The Man

Beverly, how could you!!!

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and to compare...

So who's who?!?! Even I can't tell, but all this looking at rugged dudes with 5 o' clock shadow is giving me the shakes!

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Let's play a game...

I like to watch Grey's Anatomy. Its a guilty pleasure. My wife got me into watching it, and we have both watch it slowly devolve into the mess of a show it is today. One of our favorite characters on the show, Denny is played by Jeffrey Dean Morgan, who also happens to be in the Watchmen movie.

At another completely different place and time, me and the wife were at the movies, and we saw a trailer for Vicky, Christina, Barcelona. And we said "Holy Shit!, that's Denny!" I looked it up on IMDB, to find out it was actually Javier Bardem, the crazy creepy killer in No Country For Old Men. After further review, I'm convinced that these guys are twins who were at some point separated at birth. Photo evidence to follow...

UPDATE: So the photo upload is bonked right now, I'll post pics as soon as I can, in the meantime, look it up yourself! You'll be shocked and awed!

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Planting The Seeds Of Victory, Part I

On my return flight home with my beautiful wife sleeping next to me. American Airlines now lets you get on the internet while inflight, which is a boon for me. Gadget blogs and gaming sites can make a flight home whiz by, you know.

This week and half in LA has been one of the best times in my life. As you know, me and the guys, besides my wedding, haven't seen each other in months. Its a weird thing. Some of us live close to each other, others live states away. But we all see each other just as frequently, or infrequently to be more precise. Me, Mikey, and Frank always joke about it. We always talk about getting together, but never seem to. When you're home there are three things you want to do...

1) Stay home
2) eat cereal late night while you play Street Fighter
3) Stay home

I'll take "stay home" for $1000 Alex. I'm a home-body, I freely admit that. The thought of showering to go out annoys me. Shaving? A nuisance! Getting dressed!?!? Perish the thought. Me and the wife like to laze around in what we call our "bubble" at home, with our dogs, our TV, our fireplace, and our Chex mix. Where am I going with this??? Oh yeah, now I remember...

My Chem hadn't seen each other in a long, long time, so it was with great anticipation, excitement, and a touch of nervousness that we all got together, hung out, played, raced go-karts, and almost missed our flights home. All in that order. See what was great was that we had about a week to hang out, and play, all of it was no stress. We didn't put time constraints on anything, there were no deadlines. Really all we wanted to do was hang and write stoney jams together, which is what we did.

It was great to see Bob killing the drums again. All of us, Bob included, didn't know where he would be at after his surgery. Was it too early? Was jamming going to be too much? His surgery was actually a really big deal, basically they made a tendon for him or some crazy shit. For someone who uses their wrists like he does, it could be make or break for him. And you know what? The motherfucker hasn't missed a step. We are so lucky to have him as our drummer.

We also found time to race go-karts, as you can see in the above picture. Shit was intense! The go-karts can get up to 50 mph on a straight away, so they can be a little tough to control. Fear not though! You're talking about a group of dudes well versed in the artistry of Mario Kart, so these little spitfires would be no match for us! Or so we thought...

Bob of course, was shredding everybody. His skill on the track is matched only by his love of a frothy Coffee Bean Quintuple Espresso. Whenever he whizzed by me, all I could make out was a ghostly streak of black and blue checkered flannel, and the hint of a blonde beard tucked messily into a yellow-jacket helmet. He was a Norse God, sent down from the heavens to strike man asunder. This vision has not yet escaped my nightmares.

With Bob in first place, the rest of us trailed far behind. The slowest of us got lapped two or three times, seeing the ball-shrinking blue and yellow flag, which basically says you are slow as shit so pull over and let the faster guy get past. One by one, we fell to Bob's deadly power-slide combo, falling 3 and then 4 laps behind. Grown men ready to denounce their manhood. Our wives at home lamenting our loss. And yet there was still hope...

Our good friend Sanch was getting closer and closer to catching Bob's time. Sanch was taking turn after turn like a man possessed. Somehow becoming one with the kart, it became an extension of his will. He and the kart were now one and the same, entering an untread realm of awesomeness the likes of which us slower racers could only dream. As the race's close drew nearer, uber-Sanch (he will now be referred to as such) eased through each curve flawlessly, shaving seconds off his time and gaining more speed in the process. And then it happened...

Approaching the S-curve known as "Dead Man's Gallows," uber-Sanch headed in fast, positioned perfectly to enter the next series of turns at top speed. Just as uber-Sanch was about to hit his power-slide, his back gave out, and he (and the kart) went careening into the side wall at full RPM. From a distance, all one could see was pieces of colored wall and tires flying high into the air. Closer up, I do not care to know what was witnessed that day.

Stripped of his powers, Sanch sat motionless in his kart, tires and rubble upon him. The Taskmaster, perched on the crumbled side wall, towering over Sanch and his wrecked go-kart, scolded him for his apparent inability to apply the brake. A more emasculating site has never been seen. Sanch claimed innocence, saying that he was tapped from behind. Yet no one was near him...

His quest for glory cut short, Sanch hung up his racing gloves and was never heard from again. What happened that day? Did he choke? Or was there something else? Ask those on the pavement, and they will reply that they saw nothing. Some in the grandstand however, will tell of a black and blue checked spectre, haunting the MB2 race course till the end of its days...

Part II to come when I can!

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A Christmas Carol

I'm loving Christmas this year. My first foray into lighting the outside of the house went really well, no injuries were reported so I guess it could be considered a success! Let's see, we got a light-up snowman, some cool flashy candy canes, a mom and kid penguin and a bunch of other stuff out there, and we couldn't be happier. I do of course have extension cords, power bricks, and all manner of stuff making the proper connections, so hopefully I won't be going up in smoke.

Watched "A Christmas Carol" last night. I hadn't seen it in years, and was just blown away at how moving this movie can still be after watching it so many times. You will be teary-eyed pretty much for the entire movie. Alastair Sim gives an amazing portrayal of a man who realizes he's on the wrong path in life, and decides to make a change for the better. Sim is the shit in this film. This movie is an example of perfect casting. From Cratchit to Scrooge's maid to Tiny Tim, you can't picture a single role in this movie played by someone else.

What was really interesting is that "A Christmas Carol" was made in 1951, but it feels like a movie from the '30s. That sounds weird, but when you compare it to Citizen Kane or It's A Wonderful Life, which were both released about 10 years before, this movie feels very old-school. Maybe that's because Citizen Kane was so ahead of its time, but that's another discussion. When you watch it, check out the lighting especially, it feels very storybook like or almost like a stage play. Very cool.

I'm definitely watching this movie again this Christmas, I highly suggest you do too...