Beefington Enterprises

I'm not all that busy right now. But soon.

June 12th I'll be in Seattle for STIFF (Seattle True Independent Film Fest) for screenings of Nerdcore For Life and to do a show afterwards. I'm hoping that I'll be able to get out of work without using any personal or vacation time as I am trying to save it all for PAX, but I will find a way to be at both one way or another. In more exciting news, Chandra's coming with me. Maybe Ryan too, but who cares about that kid :P

The plan is to drive up Wednesday night or Thursday morning, hit up some Seattle spots, go to the screening, rock the mic, and come back that night so I can go to work Friday. Not as fun as I'd like for it to be, but Chandra is a really laid back co-pilot which I strongly like and she's offered to drive us back home. I don't know if I'll actually allow such things as I really dig driving, but I know I'll be pretty tuckered out. So maybe.

I'm really hoping the flick goes over well. I'm going back to Seattle on Sunday for the second screening, unless they hate it Thursday night, in which case I'm staying far far away. But I've seen the flick twice now and it's goofy and fun and I really don't come off as a dick which is an amazing plus. Maybe I can con Bethany into doing a write up about STIFF since a couple of local boys will be featured. Also kind of cool that Dan will be flying in from Chicago to be here. He's a character and a good dude who should have spent less time fucking with kids on message boards like he told me to do lol. I just wish I could make more out of the Thursday night events and I hope that Chandra is able to come up with me again on that Sunday when we'd have more time to check out all the cool shit Seattle has to offer.

In other news, a dude in LA wants to make a music vid for I'm No Superman and I think he wants to fly me down. I hate LA, but this dude has some really dope ideas for what he wants to do for the vid so I might be able to suffer through SoCal for a short time. I just wish it was San Fransisco or the Bay in general so I could hang out with Doc Pop for a bit. I miss that guy. More info on this as I get it, but for now it's in the possible column of events.

New song. Boosh!

lyrics more or less

Hold the presses, I'm ill like kids with polio
I look like the guy on the episode of that show ya know
Keeping up with me, because I play for keeps
I got my ink for free, my baby less than three
I get around, like virus in your inbox
Hot Latino blood like the runner of the White Sox
Like the Hitchhikker's Guide, I got a heart of gold
But if ya think I'm mostly harmless then I'm ripping off your nose
I'm killing you with flows, like hurricane Katrina
Did he really say that shit? Yo I promise I didn't mean to
But honestly, I couldn't give two shits
You're weak like Skee-Lo, he couldn't make two hits
Throw your fits, like tossing Tony Little
I'm so low tech, my mic atop a CD spindle
Kissing and caressing on a girl who's not a freak
I don't get sleep, could write this album in a week
Go!

Don't act like you don't, because I know you know (x3)
I'm killing you with flows
I'm killing you with flows

They call me Beef Thom
Rock it with the lights on
Shake it like a pom-pom
This motherfucker's awesome
I be the bestestist
See you can burn to this
And yo I never miss
So just throw up your fist

Staying Alive, like I'm the BGs or I'm GLaDOS
Hold the world inside my palm, rock a gauntlent like I'm Thanos
Like a clown on retainer, I'm always down to party
People scared when I roll into their town like Katamari
Come on baby, sorry. I didn't know that you weren't naughty
Make you feel like you're in church. When it's in you, you say Lordy!
Cause you're horny like I'm horny. Don't deny it. Don't ignore me.
Get you wet and light headed like it's Sealab and your Stormy
But, um, maybe I should hit the breaks
I vomit Frosted Flakes, everything I spit is gggggreat!
Catch me in a circle like a dot, got my cootie shot
Like tectonic plates, I've been known to make your body rock
Corners asking whatcha got? Medicine and purple pot
Like Damien Hess yo, I've been known to Frontalot
Like carnies on strike, my flow is no fair
I'm not a daredevil, but the devil made me dare
Go!

Don't act like you don't, because I know you know (x3)
I'm killing you with flows
I'm killing you with flows

They call me Beef Thom
Rock it with the lights on
Shake it like a pom-pom
This motherfucker's awesome
I be the bestestist
See you can burn to this
And yo I never miss
So just throw up your fist

A customer who's call took a very long time asked me after said call if I was married. I told her no. She said I should be because I'm the most patient man ever. Clearly this mean I should try customer service...on the ladies! Or maybe not save all my patience for work.

Big day tomorrow. I'm excited. I really should be asleep right now, but I'm not done whoring yet.

My boys in From The Dust are amazing. So much so that I want to steal their music so bad just so I can make remixes with them. It is because of this I've felt the need to add vocals to an otherwise already complete and all around fantastic song, just because I dug it and wanted to be involved with it somehow. So without further delay I present to you a beefier version of a From The Dust track.

From The Dust - Gasping For Air 2.0 [f. Beefy]

I keep forgetting people read my blog sometimes. I'd keep a legit journal...but that requires me to actually write. That's no bueno. 

Soooo last night I did something that, at the time I thought would either be real good or real bad. Turns out that it's looking like it was real bad. Bit of an interesting role reversal now though. lawl. 

I'm feeling pretty good today, despite the fact that I didn't see Chandra last night, I'm at work, and I think Amy has been subtlety talking shit about me in her blog. I really don't know why the happiness is so abundant to be honest, but it's a good feeling. I fell asleep with the light on last night which sucked because I'd wake up every couple of hours and think, "Oh god, turn out the lights" but I was then too lazy to do so. It wasn't until 6:30am that I actually got up and turned out the lights, and after that I couldn't really get back to sleep. And even with all that nonsense, it's some of the best sleep I've gotten in about a week.

Made slight updates to Beefyness.com this morning while grubbing on Cinnamon Life cereal. I don't care if it makes me seem childish, I just really dig cereal. Last night I actually made, like, a dinner. It wasn't an amazing feat, just some chicken fried steak patties with eggs and mashed potatoes, but I didn't get it at a drive-thru and I didn't have to microwave it, so it felt like real food. And honestly it was mad tasty. I might do something like that again tonight. Or I'll just have mac and cheese. Both sound delicious right now.

I'm going to go bug Chandra at work during my lunch break. I like it because I get to see her and the other people I used to work with at Gamestop, but I feel bad because all I do is completely stop productivity. I'm honestly shocked I wasn't let go from that place after the holidays. Clearly it's better to be loved than to be a hard worker. Worked out for me. Boosh!

Ok, I'm about to go on a break in 7 minutes. I still haven't figured out what to do on my break now that I'm not smoking. So boring. Peace out.

Dude, work sucks. I love my job, but it's only down fall is that it gives me a lot of time to just get stuck in my head. When I'm dwelling on something, I need distractions. Sadly, I only get calls once every half hour or so, and at the end of the day I really do appreciate the calls that take 45 minutes to an hour. I need to get out of my own head. I over analyze. I guess everyone does, but I'm so sheepish to begin with that any skepticism or second guessing turns me into an uber cowered. I don't dig it. I try writing at work, but they just turn to love/hate/loss/pissed off/emo songs that I read at home and wonder why I bothered. If I could just play my DS or something while working that would be so much better. Seriously, I have nothing to do for long periods of time, why can't I level my Pokemon? Ok, enough of this. Back to work.

So here's the thing, I totally forgot what time it was, and I'm just sitting here typing words while Chandra tries to make me lose. It's no good. Seriously, I promised myself that I wouldn't allow this to happen. I made it very clear to me that I wouldn't write anything after 11, but yet here we are and I'm afraid that I too will fuck up like Hank and my comp's clock will have the wrong time.

I hate this. Chandra is talking to me and I want to be nice and polite, but I keep finding myself sushing her and telling her to be quiet. But fuck it I need to win goddamnit! I don't wanna lose, but now it looks like that's inevitable because there is too many distractions. She's playing Pheonix Wright which is really fun but way too anime.

We went bowling with one of here clients. He's a really cool dude named Byron who seems to be a big fan of bowling. I thought it was really cool how he would get so down on himself anytime he would miss the pin he was aiming for and how happy he would get when he would get a strike or a spare. I tore it up on the lanes personally. I pretty much kicked Chandra's ass. She would tell you that she was better, but clearly that's a lie. I own at bowling. No getting around that fact. She's not bad, but come on. I'm Beefy. That's totally a bowler's name. I think fat people have a natual bowling talent. Kinda like how some elves have night vision.

Anywho, I really hope this is 300 words. If not, sorry and I wish the rest of you good luck. I'm really hoping this gets in just under the wire though. 

So I saw something pretty cool on Dan's vox today:

It's not super amazing, but it's pretty cool to be in print media. I care who you are. The picture is from when the lot of us went to the San Diego Comic Con last summer. Oh how I hated the 24 hour+ bus rides there and back. Never again. For those of you not in the know, the picture features ytcracker, Nursehella, Dan, Sucklord, Ben of The Former Fat Boys, Ultraklystron, and myself. It would seem people are digging Dan's film a bunch. He still hasn't sent me a screener of the finished film, so until he does he's dead to me. Moving on!

So Chandra and I stayed up until 5am again. I think I'm slowly killing this girl. I almost did when she came in and her daughter was wearing a full on Steeler's outfit. If you've forgotten, and if you're a Seahawks fan at all it's impossible, the Steeler's cheated and stole a Superbowl from my motherfucking Seahawks! And being as how I seem to have feathers, and Chandra like to ruffle, it makes for a silly fake unhappiness. Frankly the kid could wear a shirt that said "Beefy Sucks" and I'd still think she was adorable, as well as her mommy. As soon as I can teach Leila to say Beefy I'm putting her on a track!

I'm already late for going over to Chris' for their practice. I kind of don't want to a little. Only because I'm lazy and I don't know what Kevin's going to want to do later. I'm so conflicted. But we might work on a song. We probably won't...but you never know. I wanna do my little rock/rap project so bad but their so busy all the time I might have to find other people who rock but won't fully buy into my vision. My vision must remain intact! I'm out.