Thursday Night Feature: web cam shot of the week


I may need a haircut.

Answering Machines are messing with my head. I think it all started back when I was a sophomore in college. My roomate at the time had taken a shining to a friend of mine and would hang up if he called her and got the answering machine. His reasoning: "I don't like calling girls and leaving messages on their answering machines...I just can't do it." I gave him a lot of grief for it. Since then, I've begun to develop the same problem. Did that painful scene in Swingers plant a fear of answering machines in my sub-conscious mind? I hope not. Anyway, I've called a nice, young lady (yes folks, my testicles finally dropped) twice in the last week and have had to leave two messages. They were both semi-disasters...I've come off sounding like a complete idiot both times. I can handle voicemail smoothly because the message will probably get to only one person. I think the fact that the answering machine message is heard by more people than intended messes me up. I know that this isn't hard...but I'll find ways to screw it up anyway.

My Sound toys have arrived. I have the appropriate software. I am set to go: One problem: I can't put anything together. I've been writing music since I was 16. For the most part, they have been mostly one-riff/progression/hook ideas stored for later. I can arrange songs okay, but now I've hit a serious block in the recording stage. I'm not sure if its the possibility that I'm not as polished a musician I used to be, complete lack of recording skills, or a lack of confidence in my writing and singing. I think its the latter of the three...that and the fact I can't stand my singing voice. Something will come up...stay tuned.

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Wednesday Night Special: What really annoys me
Earlier this evening, I was at a grocery store. I happen to notice a lot of people using their cell phones while they were shopping. Now, bear with me here... I have a cell phone myself, but I treat it as one would treat a phone attached to the wall. If appropriate, I'll drop whatever I'm doing to answer the phone, but I won't walk around the house talking on the phone while I pour my cereal, or while I'm putting on my pants, or while I try to screw a lightbulb.
Why do people feel the need to be constantly talking to someone via telephone no matter what they're doing?
Is my thinking that art of conversation is killed by this behavior wrong?

I was talking to my sister-in-law on the way home from the store about how pathetically dateless I've been. I guess just being myself isn't good enough. She made suggestions as to how I could remedy the situation. Bars (been there, my game sucks), bookstores (how is that done?), coffee shop (probably), shows (probably), church (church is for church), work (no), through friends (likely) and the Internet (what?). Now, I admit having tried on the internet, but its just too creepy. Well, that and the fact that I get almost zero feedback bothways. Meeting through mutual friends seems the way to go...hmmmm...let's see here...I might be on to something...


New Sound coming soon.

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Snow means my grocery shopping gets put off another day. Today seemed more of a grind than normal. I am not complaining because my work load seems to be lighter than most corporate entry-level minions I know. Well, at least tomorrow is the proverbial "hump-day" because its the chonological mid-point of the week. Since Thursdays feel the same as Tuesdays, I do not really feel the hump. Something must be wrong with me.

After work, I usually take the CTA bus home from work. I usually sit by the window and people watch, or try to steal a nap. A lady had to get up so I could get out of my seat to leave the bus. She gave me a dirty look which almost made me laugh. I did not know that sitting by the window meant you were not allowed to get up to leave the bus until the aisle passenger leaves. Did I miss something?

Although this blog is only three days old, I am trying to improve it with a comments generator. So far my options are to make the switch to MT, or outsource my comments generator. I tried to download BlogKomm and Reblogger but my skills suck and I could not get it to work. Any suggestions? Give me a Holler

Here is a quick thought about the State of the Union address: The president spent 10 minutes overstating the obvious before going into his objectives for the future of the country. All the clapping, smiles, and positive vibes made it seem like a pep-rally for the country. The State of the Union address is more like an info-mercial for the world. The world watches this and sees a congress united behind its president. It sends a message to the world that says: "We are a country united and we're not taking shit from anybody." Unlike most infomercials, the world will buy in.

Hmm...there may not exist any humor in today's post. Not to worry, I will find something interesting to post tomorrow.

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Yes, yes...another Monday is almost behind us. The Bucks seem to have the lead and are on their way to 22-21. This morning, I predicted that they would finish the season at 41-41 if they lose tonight. We shall see what happens. You heard it here first.

Now that I am getting used to the 9-5 life (or misery, as I call it) I am starting to "feel" mondays. Since I entered the 9-5 life, I have approached every day with the same attitude save the fact that I have to "be somewhere" between 9 and 5. I have always said that the road to middle age gets faster once you "feel Mondays" and look forward to Friday. I am one step closer, folks.

In a strange twist, I noticed something while I was eating my lunch. My brother has an evil twin and that twin poses as a successful and almost confused DeVry graduate. Now, I know the picture of my brother is not as close of a shot as I would like, but you can see similarities. I wonder who will actually notice similarities...family? friends? ignoramuses?
See for yourself!!

VS.

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Welcome to the Lozone.com!
This Site is in the preliminary stages and will be slowly under construction as this winter season passes us by.
In the last two days, I was able to learn the basics of Flash (MX) and Dreamweaver so I could make this site run, this site will probably be fully operational in a short period of time.

So you may ask yourself: What does Eddie hope to accomplish with this?
Well, I have had a basic homepage at geocities, but the pop-ups, lack of space, and my desire to be the coolest kid on the block have brought me here. The term 'Lo-Zone' is derived from the Movie Breakin' where one of the dancer's "street name" was O-zone. In a flash of brilliance during my freshman year at U-Wisko I started to use that nickname, but it wore off (because you cannot give yourself a nickname..unless it's re-applied)...yeah...a break dance movie. Oh well...

Anyway... over the years, I have become many different things to many different people. There is a lot about me that people do not really know. I will try to use this site as a way to put it all together and not come off as a self-serving jack-ass. The Web Log will keep you up to date on what is going on in my world. Hopefully the content here will be reflective and keep you entertained on a day-to-day/week-to-week basis. My music consists of what I have online so far and will hopefully increase as I work to get more use out of my computer. My Photos should tell you what I have seen, and anything else I heap on this pile may entertain you.

Enjoy!!

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