Get int he kitchen women!

So Sarah has tireless slaved over the creation of a fake kitchen for Penelope to make fake food from out of a small lil record dresser thingy. The project is 90% complete, stay tuned.

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All Right Fine.

Will will update this dang thing. Why can't they just make a machine that takes our thoughts and turns them in to re-readable articles of brilliance? I mean, we have little viles of 5 hour energy, I think we are directing our intelligence in the wrong direction. Because you know what? A good diet and sleep and exercise and a relative substance free lifestyle = energy. And that stuff is free (except the food part) But we insist on making 34564332 types of drinks to keep us awake. Where are the mind reading article publishing machines? Where are the robotic vacuum cleaners, wait they have those...oh. Do they work right? Doesn't matter. I can't think lately and well, it sucks.

You know what also sucks? What we settle for. I settle alot, more then I like to and you know what, screw that! We should never ever settle, right? That is when the commies win, or who ever is our enemy. The Muslims? They aren't my enemy, and well I am an American, so I suppose they aren't our enemy, looking at you crazy old dudes in Gainesville FL. Any way, off topic. Settling: My key point here is the person that shows you there tattoo and says, "my friend Carlos did this (Carlos isn't real, its a rad name, not intending to make this about Mexicans, looking at you kooky white people in Arizona). Then the other person within your area goes, "oh, look at mine, Bertrand did mine." Then they both compare there skin art and then obviously price comes into play.

"Yeah Carlos is cool, plus he gives me a great price, I paid $45 for this fairy riding a snowflake on my shoulder"

"Oh, that is cool, Bertrand does his at his house and I just bought him a 12 pack of Newcastle for this goblin cradling a dagger"

Right? I have heard this exact same conversation 100 times. the most important part: these people settled for the cost effective method of permanently staining there skin. I am not saying Carlos and Bertrand are bad at there craft, but if Carlos and Bertrand where worth there weight in tattoo ink, they wouldn't be working for less then $50 or for beer. They would have face tattoos and a show on TLC. Why would you permanently have a drawing on your skin...FOREVER...for the price of a DVD player? Do not settle for that. YOU and I have to look at your tattoo for the length of your flesh being attached to your skin (I am predicting a HUGE comeback for leprosy) Get the best you can find and pay for that shit, make it amazing, deep rich colors, fine lines, the whole thing, its forever! I pay more for car washes then people do for tattoos some times, not right!

So, we got some stuff coming down the line, and maybe some more blogs also.

Don't settle.

Fur Real

So, me, Corey, the voice of this literary journey thru crimes against grammer, has been refelcting latley on a specific band that has been incredibly important, in a wierd way, in the development of my disposition and lack/over compensating disregard for almost everything. I am sure the same for Sarah, the Chief Operating Officer of this venture capital group we call the Rials Blog (I haven't asked her, but I am certain she agrees, if I know her, which I do) Anyways, propagandhi, for those not in the know, are a band from canada (not that that matters) you play punk rock. They rule. And we shall now chronicle the importance of this band to us at the Rial Mail Order Roomate Distribution Center.

As a wide eyed and formative teenager, the album "How To Clean Everything" was the shining/guiding/middle finger responding compass rose to my voyage thru all things rad. As an angry teen (aren't we all) anti conformity and anti status qua (or I thought, mostly just anti my parents and anti the knuckleheads at school) appealed to me. Skateboarding, punk rock, hip hop, heavy metal, deviant art, you know, anti social yet social in the "elite" group kinda stuff. Anyways, there are the standards, the NoFX's, the Rancids, the fast yet safe punk bands. They were dangerous at first, but as time goes by and you dig deeper and navigate your way thru the annals of at the time "underground" culture, you find out they were kinda watered down.

Then along came "How To Clean Everything". I am not saying this was a ground breaking album and not that different from NofX's Punk In Drublic or Rancids Self Titled. It was fast, it was snotty, it was on par with its contemporaries. But there was something different. For one thing, this band had an underlying air of bitter, impassioned, and provoked dissent that the before mentioned bands had. They were really pissed, and it felt real. These songs taught me to funnel my anger, to stand apart from the crowd, even from the same crowd that I was standing apart with. It gave me a sense of a greater purpose, not sure why and not sure what that purpose was, but I felt motivated, I felt like everything else was childish. Songs about beer bongs and boobs, were dumb and a waste of my energy as a youth in revolt. I know its silly that a single record by a random band can do this, but it did, this shit really rang thru with me.

So fast forward a couple years, bands like fifteen and J-Church have replaced NoFX and Rancid, the musical pallet has become a lil more refined, relative to the genre. I was still angry and confused, just not as much as I was earlier, a lil direction had crept in, just a little. Here comes "Less Talk, More Rock" and holy crap. this album focused me. These were dudes who I thought were cool, they make music I like, so that means they probably like the same bands I like, they are angry, hey I am angry, they could probably hang out with me if they lived in my town. They are probably just like my friends. Know that sounds kinda creepy and stalker ish, but really, that is what makes something so endearing. i can't relate to Metallica and there millions, I can't really understand what it is like to be a young black man growing up in a poor neighborhood, but white dudes who are pissed and like fast music, shit that is my kinda crowd.

The anger from the first album was more refined, they had targets in the cross hairs. They had a message they wanted to shove down throats and it happened to be a message I agreed with. I had never much cared for meat, i have had one steak my whole life, turky cold cuts were about it for me, and the vegetarian ideas expressed in this album (coupled with a vegetarian girl I was either dating or had a crush on, I am not sure on the dates here) changed my diet. Changed my out look, changed my disposition, changed the damn world. My sexuality, it was confirmed that I was comfortable with it and there was nothing wrong with that and there was nothing wrong with people having different sexuality then me, it actually angered me that someone would be judged for having an attraction to a same sex person. Why is that important? Propagandhi agreed, they said fuck and flipped the script on the homophobes, took the fight to them, once again, world changed. Now I don't carry there word as gospel, but I can't think of any way to better describe my feelings on these subjects then this album. It reinforced that I can be angry, i can be dissent-ful, but still be compassionate, still be loving still be educated and still say screw the man. World Changed.

Fast Forward a couple more years. I am pretty much how I am today, dashing, handsome, incredibly strong, articulate, smart, and out comes "Todays Empires, Tomorrows Ashes" and holy goddamn crap! This album was a departure from the melodic albums of the past, and thank god! Enter a new bass player from the band I-Spy, who taught me its perfectly ok to scream your head off if you are impassioned about anything, and enter a more aggressive, angry and "smart" album. I now know its ok and encouraged to be heavy and fast while you age. No need to get pretty and nice (like the former bass players band, the Weakerthans, who I like, but not as much) Actual, now more then ever time to turn up and melt faces. A sonic kick to the nuts. I learned music can be semi complex yet still angry and punk, that is actually more punk then being shitty at your craft. World Changed.

As I progressed from a kid in Catholic school to a dude on a blog with gray hair, propagandhi has been by my side the whole time, reminding me, its ok, everything sucks, its how we take it back is all that matters (actual, I have never been reminded that, i am just running out of time and trying to write impact-full words, but instead mildly sappy dumb words.) Also, everything i wrote could also apply to FUGAZI and 15 (to a lesser extent)

Later doods

Things We Know to be True

So first and foremost, Penelope should not be allowed around markers.

Second of all she is cute as all Hades and what ever greeks called heaven

Third of all she can now time travel.

Fourth of all she is a consummate host.

Fifth of all she doesn't much care for the beach

and sixth of all she will steal your purse

Hold on to that feelin'

Take this blog and shove it

Motivation has run exceptionally dry around the barren and frozen tundra that is the Rial Blog Make Shift Hot Air Baloon Greeting Card Assembly plant. I mean, stuff has been happening, but in the grand scheme of things, one person can only take so much gripping about co-workers and vampires. Or can they? What is the thresh hold for tolerance of incredible mundane and at best passable topics forced down your eye sockets from a white computer screen? I know I read/watch some pretty bad things. Its like I have a quota of less then par entertainment I have to meet. Does the ramblings and run on sentences of this blog fall in that category? I had a feeling it did, but you never know, this could be some ones Burn Notice (crummy show on USA network that I watch for no reason at all, because it is really really bad)

Well, we have decided to force ourselves to be on top of this, this snap shot of our high fashion and top shelve boozed filled lives. Perhaps open the window further? Naw, close it more, but make sure what comes out is worth releases much like the Kraken in the Clash of The Titans. Because, you know, they just don't release the Kraken any old day, it saved for special occasions like Yom Kip pour and Flag Day.

So while we lie constantly about what we are going to be doing in the future, take note that we will continue this practice, its working out very well for us, but we will be more active, hell maybe we will even talk about vampires and share pictures again...

So til the cup over flow-ith, we shall dine again.

What did you do this weekend?

The Rial Blog Aerobic and Proof Reading bureau decided that a recently bought $20 dresser need about $30 worth of touch up to make it look aesthetically pleasing, these are the results. (Sarah did all of this...sanding, priming, painting, back flipping, sun dried tomato-ing)