HarryBreitner's blog

Over the course of my life, I've met several people. All of these people have things in common, including being carbon based, living in the same continent as me, and some knowledge as to why the chicken crossed the road. What none of these people have in common however, are values and standards of sports fanatacism, which I understand is probably spelled very wrong. I also understand I'm being very vague when I say that. Basically what this I'm writing is a big list of do's and don'ts (mostly don'ts) for being a true fan. And yes, being a true fan is much better than any other kind of fan.

I'm skipping the introductory stuff and going right to the music. Keep in mind, if you've heard these songs and don't like them, I don't think you're lame or anything, I just don't have the same taste in music you do I guess.

1.  Don't call me Whitney, Bobby - The Islands

  -One of the catchiest songs I've ever heard that doesn't have any real hook. Just an acoustic guitar, a bass, and if I'm hearing correctly, not even an entire drum kit, just the snare. The lyrics are innocent but mature. I don't really understand the title, but hey, everyone loves a little Whitney Houston/Bobby Brown drama.

It was close, but I'd venture to say that I was not the most popular Harry in the room tonight. By a couple hundred or so. Anyway, I went to the mall for the Harry Potter book release and took pictures. Check it out. They had face painting and trivia and stuff, and even a magician, who was able to travel through rubber bands. There was a costume contest as well, the winner of which received the first copy of the book. The winner is the little red-haired kid in the pictures. They almost ruled the winner an adult though, which would have made me upset. It felt like dangling the award in front of the kids face. Don't get me wrong though, the woman had a very nice costume (there's a picture of her in there somewhere), but c'mon. Ummm what else...the line at the cafe was almost as long as the actual line for the book...um...well that's kind of it. Check out the pictures!

I turned 15 last January. You might say I'm lazy, but I'm only taking my D.A.T.A. course right now to get my permit. Yeah, that's right, I'm taking it right now. This is a leeeeengthy course about the dangers of drinking and driving. Here's the kicker, it's in like, 100 "modules" and you can't pass a module until a timer is finished counting down, even if you're done with the questions they have at the end of each module, so I've been waiting for this timer to clock down for about 40 minutes now. I started this exam at about 8 o clock, I'm not even close to done and it's 11:01. Oh, by the way, I'M PAYING 35 DOLLARS FOR THIS.

You know, it seems all I hear lately about Saturday Night Live is how it's not what is used to be and how everyone misses their favorite cast member. Well...the truth is it IS what it used to be, and even if you do miss your favorite cast member there's plenty of awesome ones now. You know, they tried to cancel SNL in the midst of the Sandler-Farley-Spade-McDonald golden years (though for some of you Chase-Belushi and co is more like the golden years)? The New Yorker ripped SNL apart in what we remember as the best years of SNL.

Andy Samberg is hilarious. Every week his digitial shorts hit a home run this season, The OC Spoof, **** in a box, Laser Cats, all gold. GOLD.

There's no real way for me to start this blog. I intend to review "In the Aeroplane Over The Sea" by Neutral Milk Hotel. I'd like to get you to read it with a strong hook that makes you want to find out about the greatest band you've never heard of. But that would be inappropriate, I mean, Neutral Milk Hotel never relied on strong hooks to get people listening. They were about being raw, and more importantly, they were about outstanding writing. So I'll try and write this as well as I can.

The first track, "the King of Carrot Flowers Part One" opens the cd with a powerful F chord. Now, this is NMH's second album, but for most, as it was mine, this is the first song of theirs you hear, because this is the cd so often recommended. And if this is your first taste of Neutral Milk Hotel, you recognize right away that they are like nothing you've ever heard. A simple chord progression, and only Jeff Mangums voice, dubbed ever so slightly so that it sounds as if there are two of him. It's soothing, yet attention drawing.

Last friday I sent my iBook to the apple store. I kind of, um, broke it. But that doesn't mean I can't get on myclaysun.com, right? There's always the public library, after all.

I mean, at least you would think that.

So I took a trip to the public library, and took a seat by a computer.

"Oopsie daisy, hold on there young man" a woman behind a desk waved a finger at me.

"Oh, do I need to fill out a form or something?"

"Well, are you over the age of 18?"

"No, I'm definnitely not 18"

"Do you have a parent consent form filled out?"