Good to see you’re still alive.
Kind of an odd ball weekend over here on my end. And that’s what we are going to talk about today, The Weekender. Today’s bloggums is brought to you in three parts.
Part 1th, in which I, Greg from rumorator dot com, discuss Spirithoods and spirit animals.
Part 2st. In which I, Greg from rumorator dot com, discuss going to DJ shows and the awkwardness of meeting kinda famous people.
And Part 3nd. In which I, Greg from rumorator dot com, talk about the beatification of a friend in the days leading up to the Cafflick Lenten celebrations.
I spent a large portion of the weekend running around Milwaukee, filming a product review for Yobeat. We were testing out Spirithoods. It should be a pretty rad little video when we get all the footage together. We was stacking mad footy, yo!
But it got me thinking about spirit animals again. This is not really new to me. I know flawsyfiles and I have discussed the hackery of claiming the wolf or the bear. And to go wayer backer, there was the flight home from Aruba, during which the Dominican and I blasted for like 4 hours about the rhinoceros as a pretty badass spirit beast. Nature’s firefighters and all.
Anyway, since we can’t all be wolves or bears or sharks. I’ve compiled a quick
guide to choosing a spirit beast. Dig it:
Wolf (this guys already owns it), Bear, Eagles, Tiger, Lion, Gazelle, Jaguar, Leopard. Pretty much any large cat is right out.
Get on it:
Kangaroo, Tasmanian Devil, Tapir, Camel, Badger, Any monitor lizard that has been released into the wild by a shitty owner, Goat or Beaver.
The pine marten
So get it together, pick a beast and live the shit outta that lifestyle.
I went to see A-trak (Canadian) make music with records and nobs and computers this weekend. It was good. I was in a situation in which I was introduced to Latrell Sprewell. He said, “Who are you?” And I said “I’m Greg, from rumorator dot com.” And he said “I’m Latrell.”
And then the confusions sets in. Do I say “Nice to meet you Latrell. It was Latrell, right?” I mean, does that just piss the dude off? He was an NBA supa-star and mega-Milwaukee dude. Of course I know who he is.
Or do I say “Oh, I know who you are. It’s nice to meet you.” Then does he assume I am making some reference to his past.
I think I said, “Yes yes, good to meet you.”
What a fool I made of myself
The beatification of the Goose