Category Archives: Boredom

You’ve Been Blogrolled…

For the first time in…awhile I’ve decided to update the old blogroll to include some of the blogs I picked up reading in the last couple of months. See? I’m lazy.

The catalyst of my break from general my “not-doing-stuff-ness” is the recent influx of new Internet friends and an open conversation between the blogs about the usefulness of the side bar.

New additions include:

All of which are fully Caveman approved, and should be visited as soon as you are done here.

(My apologies if anyone was forgotten)


It isn’t hard to beat suck…

I guess I had a good day today… Which after the mediocre week I had, it really means a lot.

From 8am to 10:30ish in the morning I was in orientation for my summer job. Orientation wasn’t even that bad because I sat there for 2 hours, was told to be safe, and was paid more than 5 hours of work at Radio Shack. One of the highest points in my day was when I was told that my new job required me to be able to operate something called “the crane”. I have no idea what “the crane” is, but the thought of operating excites me to no end…

I got home at 11am and I didn’t see another living human being, that wasn’t on the television or the Internet, till about 10pm. Whenever I don’t see people for long stretches of time, and I can get more stuff done, the day instantly moves up to 80th percentile. The great thing about the end of my day is that I got to work on one of sooper sekrit projektz, and I finally got my hands on some awesome garlic bread pizza.

All is right with the world. (finally…)

Tomorrow I’m taking a trip down to New Hampshire for some great barbecue, and then I’m going to make my way back up here to catch a Drive-In movie. Lots of pictures will be taken and shared.

Why I’m a nerd, Redux

About a year and two months ago I had nothing really good to post but wanted something substantial up so I threw together a list of people I’d like to meet. The list was really a last minute thing that didn’t reflect my thoughts exactly, but long story short it attracted the attention of a beautiful LA Blogger and one hundred plus blog visits.

Since that faithful post I’ve been meaning to take the time to sit down and think “really who would I like to meet?”*. I started “Why I’m a nerd, Redux” about two weeks ago and I proud to say that I think I’m finished**.

People I’d Love To Meet (with basic explanations!):

  1. Slack & Betheboy : Natch. If you don’t know why then you have to stop reading this…now!
  2. Guillermo del Toro: One of my newest favorite directors. He has a great style, and an ability to recognize talent like no one else.
  3. Christopher Walken: A large part of my childhood.
  4. Ricky Gervais: For the original The Office. One of the funniest British people.
  5. Ringo Starr: Good drummer, great Beatle.
  6. Dan Akroyd: The lead in my favorite movie, distinctive characters, was in the good Saturday Night Live.
  7. George A. Romero: For bring us the modern day zombie. Must be full of good stories.
  8. Marcia Wallace: For her work in Match Game, The Bob Newhart Show, and the Simpsons. I hear she is genuinely funny.
  9. Lorne Michaels: In the 70’s he was a young producer with a dream who created a fantastic show.
  10. Patrick Warburton: A generally great actor from Seinfeld to the Venture Brothers.
  11. You: I like you guys. Sometimes when I’m feeling low I like to see what you’re doing and it almost always cheers me up. I’d go visit each and everyone of you if you’d have me.(/creepy)

The 5th incarnation of the list

Tomorrow: Geek: The Origins

Sunday: Bob Dylan Concert: Post Mortem

*I don’t believe everyone is the best in their field, just very interesting people who inspire me.

**When this list was constructed everyone was alive (or at least since I last checked), and if someone dies between the time I post this and when you read this I claim no responsibility.

Thursday, Finally…

Summarizing last couple of days…


-I got my federal tax return that Monday and I was looking for something to spend it on. After the billionth time trying to fix my crappy laptop the inspiration hit me like a prize fighter: I need a halfway decent desktop… Since I get a pretty sizable discount at Radio Shack the most obvious choice was to buy the only desktop they were selling. Around 3:00 in the afternoon I purchased it for a solid $519 plus a $50 rebate that I have yet to redeem and I couldn’t be happier..

(Everything is all shiny)

Of course it means “The Quest” was been delayed substantially by my grand cash-drop, but it hasn’t been called off by any means….

In the meantime I’ve made this thing my new God.

-Right before I purchased my new computer I went to go see the Best Picture winner “No Country for Old Men” in the theater (I know, it came out on DVD this week…). At the time of the Oscars I bet against “No Country” because I’ve had a 6 year record of seeing the “Best Picture” on the opening day and it missed my local theaters entirely. Although I lost 10 bucks to it I thought it was an unbelievably good movie.


-Some old fellow rekindled my hatred of the geriatric by calling into my work, complaining for 20 minutes, and letting loose a series of racial slurs all because his security cameras didn’t work the way he wanted them to. He didn’t want me to do anything about them, he just wanted to let me know.

-Discovered I had to work late for the next two days, and any good posting from me would impossible.


-Would normally be around the time I’d post my “Free Write“…I’ll do that later.


-After long internal debate I finally dropped my Statistics class, due simply to the fact I sucked at it. I’m not good with math of any kind, and just holding out to the last possible moment would be just wasting mine and the Prof.’s time. My mind isn’t as “problem solvey” as most but I am good at memorizing useless information (think less Einstein and more Slingblade). I’ll take it next semester.


-Spring Break is next week. I hope it’s not going to turn out like last year

-Speaking of last year, March 17th is Vintage Caveman’s One Year Blogiversery. We (I) would like the Get Smart Box Set.

(10:46 I’m a solid hour and fourteen minutes within my own set deadline.)

Free Write 2; Balance the universe, buy a hippy.

2/26 A College Writing class free write:

I’ve always maintained that next to zombies, mountain folk, and British people hippies are some of my favorite types of people. I am in no why condoning the hippy life-style and culture, but if they’re going to be around anyways, why not enjoy them?

Which, of course, gets me to my point: everyone should own a hippy. I suggest we round up all the hippy populations in the world and place them on farms. These farms are specifically set up for the care and eventually readiness for a hippy to be purchased. While on farms hippies will get bathed regularly, taught strict hippy philosophy, and be fed a strict diet of vegetables and pot to ensure a healthy, happy and fresh smelling hippy.

When it is time for a consumer to purchase his or her own hippy they will take a trip out to the local hippy farm to pick out their ideal hippy. Owning your own hippy is relatively simple, all you have to do is give them food and water and make sure they don’t get hit by a car (hippies are strangely drawn to traffic).

‘What is the advantage to owning your own hippy?’ you may ask… The answer is very easy: owning a hippy is like having the universe’s “Get out jail free” card. Next time you’re in a car accident don’t worry about losing your temper, due to your ownership of a perpetually positive hippy the universe is in perfect balance. In fact if you decide to slide that baseball bat you keep in the trunk out a ruff up the other guy’s car a bit it’s fine because the hippy just being there cancels out whatever negativity you can muster.

Plus, besides 70’s police officers who doesn’t like a good hippy?

The hippy’s bastard children, “Hipsters”, on the other hand should be thrown off of cliffs (Which I could do because I would own a hippy).

My inspiration for today’s free write:


(Hippies on my can of Mountain Dew)

Goals of life?

For some reason, being the college student that I am allows people to ask a number of unusual questions like: “Where do you go?”, “What’s your Major?”, “Why are you looking at me like that?”. Which are all normally fine and I’ll answer you with a smile, but question that truly annoys me is “What are your goals for the future?”.

My answer for the ones who are ‘dieing’ to know is the usual “Graduate. Career. Die Happy.”. I haven’t really took the time to plain out anything, but weird events that have arisen in a friend’s life have communicated to me that I should be less lax and drop my whatever will be, will be look on the world.

Over the past week and a half whenever I had the time I constructed a list, reconstructed a list and came up with a list of overall desirable achievables. A lot of the list is comprised of things I’ve always wanted to do, but a good percentage is stuff that when you think about it you can’t help but think…”That would be awesome”. I hope you enjoy my little compilation, and hope you find something to add to your own lists.

Caveman’s Non-Important But Still Very Desirable Life Goals:

  • Get a tattoo of my hero: Abraham Lincoln

Free Write

The first ten minutes of my College Writing class is something called ‘Free Write’. The whole point of the free write is to use all the time alloted for unrestricted, free flowing creativity. I thought I’d post some of my free writes in hope of making it a regular thing, and to fill some space…

WARNING. The below is free flowing Caveman thought, and should be only taken while under a doctor’s supervision:

“Sitting in my College Writing course doing a “free write”. I have no idea what to free write about, which of course is very indicative of my whole writing process. When I sit down to actually plan out what I have to write I come up with a blank, but when I allow things to flow through me randomly I’m a fricken Shakespeare.
I enjoy the works of Shakespeare, but find the plays written around the time he was the royal playwright very masturbatory.  I’m not calling “The Bard” out for stroking him ego a little, it’s just that the works the that came from from less regal heritage are true works of art. Some may argue that although Shakespeare wasn’t in the “poor house” with he wrote his sonnets, but those were written with passion, and feeling which of obviously spans the class gap.”

“My goal for this New Year is to become a god to something. I’ve always believed the “Prime Mover” has had a bad rap and I would like to see how things are run from his/hers sense.
You’ll notice that I said I wanted to be a god to something not someone or some people. I figure if I can’t find a creature with a pulse to rule over I could just be a god to a spoon. Spoons are grateful for what they have.
I actually have several pets, and a lot of people consider having pets is playing god in someway, but when we get angry at god for no reason we don’t take a crap on him in any literal way.”

Does anyone know where I can find a good pair of green/olive canvas or burlap lounge/walking shoes?