Oh, brother

My brother is quite the interesting one, his wife too.

I told them that regardless the hour to call me once the baby is born. Yesterday he texted me at, oh 9 PM, and said "THE BABY...is still in her belly!" So I texted back and called him an ass. So what does he do? He calls me at 3 AM.

Yeah. I have to admit, it's quite hilarious that he did do it but really?! I was asleep and woke up to my phone vibrating by my bed. I sleep with it close now since I don't wanna miss the call! And it's him. Just doin' a dry run to make sure that I'd answer in case it was the real deal. He was slightly disappointed that I didn't think it was the real deal but he foiled his own plan by texting me earlier and I had talked to the mama to be early in the day too.

He said he did it cuz I had called him an ass so he thought he'd be a real ass and wake me up. Only, he had to wake himself up to do it. He set his alarm for 3 in order to just call me.

It was funny. Can't lie about that. Didn't really bother me cuz I went to bed a little after one so I hadn't quite reached REM sleep so I wasn't groggy or anything.

I love how it's sunny out today! It makes me want to listen to the Red Hot Chili Peppers and dance around. So...I did. I danced while doing the dishes, danced while cooking. Not dancing now, hard to while typing. Got a little "Night at the Roxbury" head tilting going on. Not much though.

I think my blog needs an overhaul. I'm getting sick of the template but I didn't find any that was much better. Eh, oh well.

Ayait that's all I got. Gonna go play with adobe again. I'm so addicted!

A dream is a....

I hope the dream I had last night wasn't a wish my heart made!

It was weird. And it went like this.

I was in this house, don't know whose house it was, and there was Mac Taylor from CSI NY and this one woman that I can't stand from real life. They were talking and whatever, I was there. Mac Taylor was my dad which is hella weird. And I was pissed at him because he was dating the woman and I hated her! I hated her with a passion! But he was still with her and she was crying to Mac cuz I hated her. And I wasn't about to stop hating her. The woman had two girls, one was probaby 14-ish, the other 12-ish. And the 14 year old kept getting in trouble for stuff. I was there just sorta minding my own business. But I don't know how I saw it, but the younger one had some blood on her face. I don't think I saw it as me in the dream but more like I saw it as, what's the word omnicious? when in a story you see all? Oh I don't know. Anyway. The girl looked upset/frightened while laying in bed with some blood on her face.

The next morning I greeted Mac with a hefty I hate you, stop dating this woman DAMNIT! And then was talking to the 12 year old. She was talking about how she was sick of her sister being blamed for everything when she really wasn't doing anything wrong, that she was a good person. And I was like "yeah, yeah I can see that" cuz I didn't hate the girls, just the devil woman that was their mother. And then I don't remember how but it dawned on me that the 12 year was taking her anger out on me! The blood on her face from the night before was when she cut herself stealing the hubcap off of my car wheel! And she loosened the wheel so it'd fall off once I got going. After I saw this at first I played it cool then I let her have it by yelling at her and screaming for Mac to come and punish the little hooch. But Mac was too busy with devil woman so the girl was trying to get the hubcap back on before he got there. And I was pissed because she was going to get away with it and in reality it was her who kept doing the bad stuff and letting her sister take the blame.

Then finally Mac came out and didn't believe me so I got even more angry at him. Then the devil woman came out and said her daughter would never do such a thing. Mac said he's just fix my car so it'd be alright but I wouldn't let him.

....yeah. It was weird. I also had a dream that there was a volcano that was about to erupt here and I was at home so I came racing down here to get my stuff so it wouldn't get ruined by the lava. The lava was also threatening Stoughton but home was safe.

I wonder what I ate or did yesterday to have such dreams. And dreams that I can remember the next day. I didn't even watch CSI:NY last night! Maybe I dreamed of it because I didn't and my brain was angry cuz it was a Wed night and I skipped it? But it was a repeat and USA had a good episode of NCIS on...

OH! I forgot the strangest part! When the dream was over I saw a little dialouge box like on a computer that said something like "would you like to continue this dream at a later time?" and had a quit and save button and a quit button. I don't recall what I chose...

on that note, I have to have some lunch.

Chow mein!

I'm addic....I'm addicted to you

Oh sweet Mary mother of god

I am so addicted to my new adobe software. Mainly Illustrator and Photoshop. I do like me some InDesign but I haven't anything to design in the, ya know, layout category.

Let me show some of my work:

First from Illustrtor. I was just dinking around and come up with this lil thang.
Made it all myself. Not all that impressive really. The idea came from when I was playing and made the head on accident. I saw it and thought "hey! It looks like a head!" So I made a body and a scene for it.

The next is once again an accident. A semi creepy face.
Do you see it? do you see it?!

And now onto photoshop fun

The first two will be a flower pictures I took in the past but have distorted.I made the tulips look like mutants! Much like the Ninja Turtles, naturally.This one just reminds me of an acid trip. That is, what I perceive what one would be like.

And last but certainly not least, I bring you a little game. A game I like to call "Find the Real Craig Counsell"



Can ya spot him?

I know these are far from being perfect but, hehehehehe, it's just so much freakin' FUN!

OH! I am quite peeved! I totally forgot to watch the Duggar Wedding Sunday night. Dangit! I wanted to see Jim Bob give Josh "the talk." I give 'em 6 months til she gets knocked up. After all it ain't nothing but a family thing.

On that note, I'm out punks. I have the urge to waste more time!

Gray skies are gonna clear up, put on a happy face!

Holy crap on a stick party people!

I have numerous things to be ecstatic about. No...no baby yet. I'm getting so sick of waiting on the little thing! Which is funny because just image how the parents are feeling. I want my Addison or Aiden!

First off, my Jezebel has all her software and I'm currently using her. I'll still use Francisco as my primary but since I got back here later tonight I didn't want to fire the ol' boy up.

Secondly, CRAIG COUNSELL WILL BE A BREWER AGAIN!
Yippie Skippie hopefully-not-tainted Peanut Butter!Yeah I might have totally stole my picture decorating thing from pinkisthenewblog. I'm better then Trent.

Isn't it the most exciting thing ever?! And you know what adds to the sweet, sweet, sweetness of his return to a Brewers uniform? (alright he never left one but still!) I'm going to Phoenix for Spring Break! Yeah! How cool is that? My g-units are going down this year for the winter after,like, a three-four year absence. So I get to spend my days at the ballpark watching my boys get their asses in gear for the season. And think of the pictures I can take! Maryville isn't going to be nearly as big as Miller Park so regardless of seats I can slap the zoom lens on and away I go. Violating personal space from 75 yards.

Phoenix is also gonna be cool because perhaps I'll try to find some job interviews out there, ya know, not slack off completely. And I want to take some desert pictures. I haven't been there since my sophomore year of high school. Or junior year...I dunno know but I'm really looking forward to it.

Me and the Abag are going alone. Mom and dad are going to get to Phoenix the day we leave. We'll actually be in Dallas at about the same time I guess catching our connecting flights. I haven't been on an airplane since the last time we went to AZ. I told ash that she'd have to make sure I was awake to get of the plane since I plan on drugging up for the flight. Though not really since it's only a 5 hour one so that'd be a little hard I guess.

Right-o. So that's gotta be the most news I've had in quite some time!

Keep on keeping on gnome slices!

When Mac's Attack

I had quite a scare yesterday in one of my classes. I walk in and see brand spanking new computers in the room. Then .23 seconds later it hits me. They are Macs! MACS!

My mind paralyzed over the notion of having to use a Mac. Are you kidding me? I'm a PC-er! I remember once by accident sitting down at a Mac in a computer lab my sophomore year and didn't want to look like an idiot by getting up and moving to a Dell. Oh what a mistake. Once I'm in and using it it's fine, except the mouse. WHY IS THERE ONLY A SINGLE BUTTON?! And it took me five minutes to sign off. I tried channeling my middle school days when all there was was Macs. I faintly remembered something about an apple at the top of the screen or something crazy. I've gotten better with Mac's since that's what was used at the DU. But still. I avoid them like the plague. I really should learn how to use them though. It's the computer of choice in the media industry.

Thankfully the Mac's in the lab can either be ran as a PC or a Mac. That makes things a little easier. It felt like something out of Zoolander. I haven't seen the whole movie but I know the part when the models are hitting the computers like monkeys trying to get a file out of it and that's exactly how I felt. I don't even know how to turn them on. I was looking for a switch or a button to push and couldn't find one. Luckily mine was on but some kid next to me asked me if I knew how to turn it on and I didn't. I spent most of the class copping a feel of the monitor trying to figure anything out. Never felt a button but I think I found where you'd put a jump drive.

The keyboard was pretty sweet though. The buttons are really flat and reminds me of the keyboard Abs uses on NCIS. ... wow does that speak volumes to my lame ass-ness. I like the keyboard. I don't like that I can't do the standard keyboard functions that I'm used to. And I really hate the lack of the two button mouse. How am I supposed to copy and paste with my mouse? HMM? HOW? I'm sure there is a way but I don't know it.

Tomorrow I actually have to start weight training. You just wait. In eight weeks my biceps are gonna be so huge I'm gonna bust the sleeves of my shirts when I flex. Then four weeks after that, they'll be back to flab since I don't have a gym membership.

CSI:NY was alright tonight. It's the only CSI I watch in real time. Just started to do that in, like, November maybe. But I gotta say. That Det. Angell better keep her hands of my Det. Flack. I don't like that chick. And I don't like the idea that she's banging Flack. They need to stop seeing each other. Pronto. I never really liked NY. I was brought over on a week long marathon. DAMN YOU Spike! Damn you straight to hell! I still adore CSI Miami. Just the first two seasons though. The first two seasons of Miami have to be my favorite CSI. Then regular CSI then NY. I guess that begs the question why don't I watch just plain CSI in real time? And I don't have an answer for it. Just don't. So used to watching it on repeats. Don't like Miami past season two cause of Speed being killed off. Can't stand that Ryan Wolfe. And Natalia Boa Vista. Annoying. And well Horatio seems to have gotten more annoying as the seasons progressed.

Wow. Maybe I should get a gym membership so I'd get off my ass and stop watching TV. Good lawd. Though I do write a lot. It's not all CSI watching. And tonight my roommate said I should write a Lifetime movie about her stalking abilities, which was good for a laugh for ten minutes. I think any movie that involves a woman murdering someone in a crazy way/for a crazy reason, a baby being stolen or someone is gay can be turned into a Lifetime movie.

Ok I'm gonna go...I don't know, do something.

Hasta elbow macaroni!

Barack Attack!

Well the day has finally come.

W is gone and Barack is in. Good day in my book.

I watched the inauguration like any good American should. What the hey-o was up with the f-up of the oath? I mean really! If Rehnquist was still Chief Justice he woulda nailed it...cause he's only been swearing them in since Lincoln!. Bada---no that was lame.

And speaking of lame. That poem? Seriously? It was perhaps the worst poem I have ever heard. Well maybe not the worst one ever but it lacked pop and pizzazz! The benediction on the other hand, badass! That guy knows how to rhyme! I also thought Aretha was a little less then stellar. Still pretty cool since she's Aretha but it lacked something.

Hmm. I hope using Barack and Attack in the same sentence didn't flag any FBI, Secret Service, CIA thinger and now they're going to trace me. Cause I just watched the Bourne Ultimatum and yikes. If the CIA really works like that then holy balls. We're screwed.

First day of my final semester. Exciting, no? Now I gotta seriously start looking for a job. That scares the pants of me. Not kidding. Totally sitting here pantless. ...alright I'm lying.

That's all I got really. So I'm outtie like a belly button.

Jezebel

I got a new computer Saturday! A pretty little laptop. A Dell Studio something or other. But I don't have it with me right now. I don't have any software for it yet since I can get it for uber cheap through the university thing.

It's so cool! Francisco, my current computer, still runs like a champ. A little slower then his prime days and I have some how managed to piss the disc drive off but other then that he's still the computer he has always been. Except for two major things that have led to the new computer. Lack of portability and Francisco can't run some software I want to get.

So now I have Jezebel. I chose Jezebel as a name because I thought Francisco could use a hot young lover. And Jezebel goes with Francisco well. It's also a slutty name, which is fitting because I also feel like I'm cheating on my Francisco with her.

It's so exciting! And I cannot wait until the Adobe Creative Suite comes. Ah, then it's gonna rock!

So winter break is over. Le sigh. School starts again Tuesday. Last semester, WOOT! I have a class with my bestive friend which should be fun. Fun while getting buff. Nice combo.

My class schedule isn't too bitchin'. There's a mild hike I have to make in 15 minutes which makes me a little nervous but besides that it's alright.

Thinking about going back to Pick N Save two nights a week. I don't have any night classes this semester and well, I need some cash.

Anything else? Got my hair cut. It's pretty short. Collarbone length as the lady called it.

No little niece or nephew yet. Dang it. She's due the 7th but I guess right now she's a centimeter dialated and something defaced. Ews. I really don't need to know the specs. That whole defaced thing sounds nasty. I can never have children if people tell me the raw details. I like my movie images alright? Bada bing, bada boom. Push three times, scream a little and wh-bam! Baby! I don't wanna hear the nasty. Blach!

But with the due date fast approaching I gotta start sleeping with my phone right by my bed. I told Tyler that if the baby comes at 3 AM in the morning I expect a phone call! None of this waiting forever to tell me or have mom and dad call. Bull shit! For everyone else I say let mom and dad pass on the word if they want to but for the auties? I need to know ASAP!

Alright. I think I've went on about things enough now. I should be back to a regular blogging schedule which must thrill the 3.5 people who read this. And I think that's a generous number!

Hasta Luigi punks.

Warning: Guitar Hero may cause chapped lips

I've been rocking out like Joe Perry.

I've been jamming like Bon Jovi.

I've been strumming my guitar that has no strings and five notes.

Oh, oh have I been whaling. Not the mean kind that ends up with me in a vat of blubber. I've learned my lesson the hard way on that one.

Anyway. You get the point. Guitar Hero is the new to do in my house. We got everything. Guitar, check! Bass, check! Drums, check! And apparently my mother bought the microphone today so microphone, check!

When the T's are home it's like Guitar Hero is the only thing they can do. Yes, I find it somewhat irritating when they walk in and go straight to the basement to play. Frankly I get Heroed out then. But I digress.

During these marathon Guitar Hero sessions I have drawn a key conclusion. I realized one night as I was laying down to drift off to a peaceful slumber that my lips were chapped. I wanted Ashley to bring me my Chapstick but she was too busy grating a log of cheese to do it and told me to use one of the nurses. Gross! No, kidding. Anyway. I thought it was from the blustery hot tub experience but as the days went on I figured it out. It's from Guitar Hero.

How you ask? Well I found that I am living up to my last name while playing. No not drinking. The whole wag your tongue while doing something. I don't do the tractor noises like the elders I more of just stick it out a little bit during the particularly difficult passages. And that is how I got chapped lips. From licking them while trying to master BYOB by Systems of a Down. That song is tough. Even on medium.

I haven't really played all that much Hero lately and what do you know, my lips aren't chapped! My theory stands.

Alright I have things to do with my free time. I'm burning CD's to my computer, copying recipes and doing what ever else tickles my fancy. I got a game to cover tomorrow night so I thought I'd come on down a little early to be some what productive in a non-productive way.

It makes sense. Just think about it.

Chow mein!