R.I.P.

Although since Michael Houser died the band has not been the same and I quit going to their shows; this is a truly sad, sad story.

Man found dead may be rock 'n' roll lighting guru

Weed

No not that kind, I don't really indulge in that too much anymore. I'm talking about Goldenrod and other similar plants.

My allergies are freaking killing me. My prescription med's are working, but barely this year. It feels like a balloon is being inflated inside my brain. The pressure in my head is intense. The constant ear popping is becoming annoying. I can't hear. My nose is so stuffed up that I haven't smelled anything in weeks. I breateh through my mouth most of the time. I can't taste food. My eyeballs itch. I don't sleep well. I feel light headed and detached. I have lost my appitite.

I can't wait for winter.

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On Time

I have a pretty cush job. I spend about 80% of my work day slacking off, 10% at lunch, and the other 10% doing actual work related stuff. I am very good at what I do. I have been doing this job, with all of the current responsibilities for 3 years, and have been at this for over 5. I am well respected in my field. My customers know they can count on me to get their equipment back to them in a timely fashion so they can continue to broadcast television to all 3 or 4 of you who read this.

About 8 or 9 months ago I was given a 'bench tech' to oversee. He works here in my office under my direct supervision. My supervisor is way out in Ridgefield Park, NJ. I barely have any direct contact with him, which makes me feel like I am self-employed, but with the healthcare and other benefits of a well-known worldwide company.

I have taught this individual how to do this job with putting in as little effort as possible. The only real requirement I have is to be here at the office by 9AM. This isn't hard, as I travel double the distance he does, and I am here on time daily. Now, there are the occasions that I get caught up in some moron's accident, or just can't peel myself away from the cute girl sleeping next to me.. But this isn't a weekly thing and i notify the office assistant that I will be late.

The bench tech is late at least once a week. Sometimes just 5 minutes, sometimes an hour or more. I don't even know what to say to him anymore. I have tried to tell him that you can do pretty much anything you want around here, as long as you're here by 9. And by here, I mean in the office. People don't notice if you are slacking off, if you here on time. I am starting to not like this kid because of his tardiness. You see, if he is being watched by HR, or someone in sales that means MY movements are also going to be watched more closely and I like the cushiness of this place.

I'd rather not have to become that guy that reports every little thing to the boss, but it is looking like I might have to just to cover my own ass. This sucks.

Word

I want to thank Mr. Shark Attack and his wife Lady Starfish for the shout out on the podcast (link goes to a podcast). Right back at ya! I am taking the advise of Mrs. Starfish and phoning it in at work (link goes to a podcast). I should get that promotion in no time flat.

The Tossers Video

click above the link to see my friends The Tossers new music video. see tour dates here.

Broken

So it was two years ago this Halloween that I went out to NYC for 3 days. I saw 3 bands in 4 different NYC venues (Widespread Panic at Madison Square Garden, RANA at a private loft party, Ween at the Roseland and RANA at Tobacco Road). I also drank enough booze to get an elephant wasted. I don't really remember too much about this trip, except that I came home with a broken rib. Now it is speculated that I broke the rib while puking, but no one knows for sure. I didn't puke until I got home. I didn't notice that my side hurt like a muthafugger until I sobered up 3 days later (alcohol posioning sucks). I went another week or so and 3 sold out Ween shows here (The DVD shows) before I went to the Dr. My Dr. told me that there was nothing she could do for the pain, and that it would gradually disappear.

Fast-forward two years. My freaking broken rib (the 6th rib on my right side) still hurts. Not every day.. but most. It really HURTS right now. I mean it REALLY FUCKING HURTS.

I think I may need to start exercising.. or something. This has to change. I can't live the rest of my life with this pain. Imagine a stabbing feeling right under your armpit every time you move. That is what I feel right now, plus a general soreness that never completely goes away. The stabbing pain comes and goes, but the soreness is ALWAYS there. Everyday.

Maybe I am just a pussy.

I turned down the Arcade Fire ticket(s) today. I just heard those tickets were sold to some fool for $130 (for two tickets that cost $27/ea).

Sunday, Sunday

SO I got up at like 6AM on Sunday so I cold take the train out to my Crazy Grandma's old house to help my dad do some work so it can be sold. See the plan was to take the train out to the burbs, help my dad, and then take the train with the rest of the family back into the city to celebrate Concert Sister's 28th B-day. Well my sister fucked that all up by driving out to my parent's house. With her retarded dog.

At dinner it started to happen. I knew sooner or later it would, but wasn't really ready for it last night. Concert Mom said "So when do I get to meet this Tequila Red hussie?" I replied with "Mom, she ISN'T a hussie" and "What's the rush?"

I wasn't really ready to mix my two worlds, but I don't think I can keep them separate for too much longer.

The family DID like the beard though.

I have an opportunity to see The Arcade Fire later this week. I don't know if I am going to go or not.

That was awesome!

So the show last night was great. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah blew me away. They were supposed to open for The National, but in reality The National closed for CYHSY. I have never see Schuba's completely sold out.. even the bar. You couldn't come in if you didn't have a ticket. After CYHSY, the place went to about 1/3 full. I was part of the 2/3rd's majority in leaving as I kinda thought they (The National), or mostly the lead singer sucked.

Hopefully they play a place like The Metro next time they come through.. which I hope is real soon.

Tomorrow: It's Concert Sister's birthday.. no actually it was today. But we (the family) are celebrating tomorrow, I guess out by the Lake Downtown.

I have also broken the self pleasure ban. Someone pointed out some semantics to me, and I am not a chump.

Yay!

So I just scored a ticket to the sold out Clap Your Hands Say Yeah/The National show tonight.

Tomorrow I am going to help Concert Dad build a garage, which is going to suck after going to a late night show. Oh well, it won't be the first time I showed up to work with him hurting.

side note: when you order something unexpected for someone special, make sure you get her address right so the suprise factor works in your favor.

Music or BBQ?

I was all ready to go see My Morning Jacket tonight earlier this month. I have since changed my mind. Honey 1 BBQ has just moved into my area from a scary ghetto type neighborhood. Their old place had bulletproof glass, and one of those bank teller type windows to protect the people working. The new place is right around the corner from my old apartment in one of Chicago's up and coming neighborhoods. I have decided to meet some friend there for dinner tonight, and then we will head over to my bar for after dinner drinks.

Tequila Red's HNT picture almost had me breaking the ban this afternoon. Luckily I am at my office, and there isn't any private area for me to be alone.

Work is going way better today than it has all week. I have actually solved most of the problems that occurred around here either from my customers being idiots, or my co-worker being inept. I wish I could control the traffic to and from the office though. It has sucked ass all week. I drive through the previously mentioned scary ghetto neighborhood. Last night, some guy with a spray bottle and squeegee made a B-line for my little car while stopped at a red light. I was blasting Appetite For Destruction, and as he approached I kindly told him to please stay away from my car. He either didn't hear me, or didn't care and started to spray my windshield. I then kindly said "Please get the fuck away from my car". Again, he just went about his window washing. When he was done, he looked at me and started to ask for money. I said "Thanks, but I didn't ask for the windnow washing and I don't pay for services I didn't ask for, if you would have heeded my request to stay away from my car I would have given you my spare change"

With a stunned look, he mumbled something I couldn't hear over Axl screeching the lyrics to 'My Michelle' and shuffled to the vehicle behind me.

Check It Yo!

A quick quiz about one of the greatest gangsta rap albums/groups N.W.A's "Straight Out of Compton"


I am currently on day 11 of the "Pleasure BAN". I almost folded last night/early this morning, but I am still "Master of my Domain"

Math

BBQ Baked Beans +










Shells & Cheese +













BBQ Chicken Breast =












Dinner






For those of you who don't know, I was a vegetarian up until about 3 years ago. You see, I met my friend Big about 4 years ago. As we became better friends, I got invited over to his place more often. I finally moved to the city because I realized single life in the suburbs sucks. Anyway, Big likes to cook. I watched him cook steak, chicken, lamb, shrimp.. pretty much every animal that you can eat. Being a veggie only person, I didn't try most of the stuff he cooked. But I always watched him, and usually thought to myself "Self, that looks pretty dam good" It only took about 3 months of watching Big cook at least 3 or 4 times a week for me to try one little piece of turkey sausage at a Mardi Gras party. It was ON. That was so freaking tasty, it was almost like I had never tasted anything like that before.

It was about 3 months later that I decided to try cooking some of these things for myself. There was a trial and error period; I will admit that I fucked up a few steaks, some chicken legs, and more than 1 type of fish. But not giving up, and always still watching other people cook, learning little things here and there, I eventually became the food cooker I am today.

I cook dinner almost daily now. I freaking love it. I love cooking, and trying new things out. That's why I put up so many photos of the food I cook. Since I am only usually cooking for me and my roommate these days, he is the only one that gets to see and taste it. Now I share it with all 3 of you. Enjoy!

No Longer Itchy

and I get a lot of compliments on how good I am looking these days.

In Other News:

It is Talk Like A Pirate Day. I wonder if FSM-ism has anything to do with this

I can't believe this is the sex education 1/3 of American teenagers are getting. This is just absurd; "The federal government is spending $167 million this year to spread that abstinence-only message. And there’s a law that says that for a program like Silver Ring Thing to receive government funding, it must not talk about the health benefits of using condoms -- only about how they fail."


I can think of a few way to better spend $104 billion. NASA and G.W. can't though. Looks like we're going back to the Arizona dessert, er I mean the moon. YAY!

What A Weekend

Notre Dame Football
Watched the Fighting Irish lose a hard fought game on the last play in overtime. 1 missed tackle, and more than a few missed or dropped passes. It's nice to have a fan other than just my family (South Side of Chicago Irish Catholic). Now I have Tequila Red, and my friend Sam Galveston (who was at this game.. JERK!)


Lunch
I finally cooked something for Tequila, even though it was only some fancy mac & cheese.


Rock & Roll
The Hideout Block Party. I was excited to see some of these bands. It was looking like we might have to miss The Pony's due to the ND game, but we made it there just as they started playing. I think I am getting too old to go to these types of events. I waited in line forever to get beer tickets. Then I waited in line for a lifetime to pee. Then I waited in line to get a sausage (that did taste pretty good). Then I waited in line behind two ugly girls talking about their sex lives. Meanwhile the bands played. The music sounded great, but overall I wasn't having too much fun and TR wasn't even going to try to use those gross, nasty, Port-O thingy's. We headed to my favorite bar to meet up with Big & Tiny, some friends. Upon arriving I saw Tony the owner sitting outside. I knew there was a private party going on, and we were going to have to go somewhere else. Tony let Red in to use the bathroom as we chatted. I called Big and let him know we would need to go somewhere else.

Dive Bars
My friend Big's place burned down on the 4th of July. At 5AM, way long after TR and I were last up there in the rain. He and Tiny have been shuffled from hotel to hotel to Tiny's mom's house to finally a short term condo space. Right across the street from this place is your average neighborhood bar. We drank a few beers and chatted about life and stuff. Around midnight-thirty TR and I hit the road.

Late Night Snacks
Upon getting home she asked if there was any leftover mac & cheese because she was hungry. I one up-ed her and made he a grilled cheese. After we ate, and watched some SportsCenter we hit the hay. Exhausted.

let's just say we had a nice morning sleeping in until 10:45 or so.

Pancake and Fresh Fruit Breakfast
I was starving. I had mentioned pancakes the night before bed, and TR was all about it in the morning. I also has some fruit that I cut up into a nice mixture. mmm mmm, good!

Bears(38) vs. Lions(6)
Well, maybe they don't suck that bad. Tequila left for home after the game. As she was walking out the door I couldn't help to think how lucky I really am.

Greenbay (24) s. Cleveland (26)
Phew, close game.. Favre almost pulled it out in the end. Luckily he didn't, leaving the Bears all alone in first place. Can you say Super Bowl?

I finished the evening off with a steak and potato dinner, and now I am off to the shower before the K.C vs. Oakland game starts.

Moistboyz

holy shit, they ripped my skull. Loud as hell, hot, sweaty, did I mention loud? A band called the Minibosses opened fot them. The Minibosses cover original Nintendo game theme music. They were really good, and fun to hear. Melmar will probably post some more pic's.

Hell Yeah, it's FRIDAY!

I just pre-ordered this. Tequila, DON'T BUY IT!

Tonight I will be meeting some friends at Piece for some pre-show drinking and dinner. Then we will head over to the famous Double Door to have our skulls ripped by the Moistboyz. I am super excited to be going to an actual rock concert tonight.

Tomorrow, drywallers will be coming into my place around 7ish AM to fix some water damage caused by my idiot upstairs neighbor's. I'll meet up with Tequila Red later in the day for the Notre Dame game. Then we are planning on heading over to the Hideout's annual Block Party for more live music. I am looking forward to seeing The Pony's, The M's and The Redwalls. YAY!

Sunday will be spent on a couch watching NFL nursing a severe headache.

Have a great weekend kids, I'll give a review of the shows I see next week. Right now I gotta go take a nap.

THIS JUST IN

The Pope has sent investigators to check all the seminary's in the U.S. for a homosexuals.

In Other News

Tequila Red has convinced me to grow facial hair. I have never done this before because I don't think it ever looked good. She likes it, so I decided to give it a shot. I walked into my office today and my office assistant Rose, who is a little older than my mother, was making eyes at me and said how she liked what I had going on. So far I also like it. You can't really tell from this picture, but there is a 3:1 ratio of reddish hairs to brown ones. So there is a aburn tint to it.



I have also imposed a ban on self pleasure. I feel like I have been seducing myself way too much and need to let someone else, like my girlfriend do the seducing. It is currently day 5. I'll let you know how long I make it.

The Belly Dancer vs. The Weird Real Estate Lady

Round 1; 2/09/02
Belly Dancer is driving along minding her own business when Weird Real Estate Lady slams into her car. There is no damage. Everyone seems fine and goes on with their lives. The next day Belly Dancer's neck is stiff. She goes to hospital. X-ray's are taken, and later a CAT scan. Belly dancer is told that she has a sprained neck, and to get physical therapy. She instead goes to he chiropractor. He gives her 10 weeks of treatment, and follow up exercises and stretches to do.

Round 2; approx. one year later
Belly Dancer's neck continues to be stiff. Her brother tells her "Shut the fuck up you whinny bitch. Go see another Doctor and get a second opinion, take these Advil, just please shut your trap!" Belly Dancer then goes to a completely different chiropractor. He gives her treatment for a few weeks, and follow up exercises and stretching to do. Meanwhile, she takes on more belly dancing classes.

Round 3; the bills arrive
Apparently Belly Dancer was not happy with the $500 she received to repair her car (which she did not) I mean, she has bills to pay, those trixie high heeled shoes are expensive. The hair cut, and trendy clothes aren't cheap either. So she decides to sue Weird Real Estate Lady.

Round 4; lawyers, guns and money
Lawyers are hired by both sides to duke it out. Belly Dancer wants 10 Grand. Weird Real Estate Lady is willing to give her $7,000. And NOT a penny more. This is a standoff. A civil trial is imminent.

Round 5; The Judge and Jury
36 people are pooled together, taken in large guarded elevators 22 floors up. There, they are shuffled into a court room where a court reporter, a court clerk, 2 lawyers and the Belly Dancer and the Weird Real Estate Lady. Soon the Judge enters. He mumbles some instructions, and then 12 names are read. One is mine. We move to the juror box, and in groups of four are asked several questions like "Where do you get your news?" and "Have you ever been to a chiropractor?" I answered the questions truthfully. I get my news from pretty much any news source. I have the freaking ABC News on right now. And I did go to a chiropractor about 4 years ago. My Dr. was pretty hott, and we ended up dating for about 2 months. Then we broke up, I moved to the city and stopped going to see her professionally. (I did leave that part out, I mean who needs to know why I stopped going to the Hot Chiropractor?) Then it came: These four are passed. I was quickly sworn in and thus trapped for 2 days. We listened to several instructions from the Judge, dull opening statements from both lawyers, and endless testimony from doctors. At the end of the day (about 4:15) we are instructed not to discuss the trial with anyone, and to return promptly at 10:45AM the next morning.

I head to a baseball game with my super cute girlfriend and get myself decently drunk. We went home and did some strenuous exercising till late in the night, I woke up at 3AM and felt like doing some additional exercising and was obliged. The morning was nice, no alarms to wake me, a nice light rain, and my girlfriends shower running in the background were all soothing. I left her house around 8:30, and headed home where I cooked myself breakfast, checked my email, and got ready for court.

Back in court, we are given a choice of lunch, and then dragged back into the jury box to hear closing arguments, and apparently Belly Dancer wants $50,000 for her pain and suffering, $20,000 for loss of a normal life, $13,900 for future medical care, and $11,529 in out of pocket medical expenses for a grand total of $95,429 for Weird Real Estate Lady bumping her car two years ago causing neck pain. This chick is on crack if she thing I am going to say she should get that much money. Luckily the 11 other jurors felt the same way. We totaled some of her medical expenses and gave a judgment for the plantiff, Belly Dancer, for $8002.

After the trial, everyone thanked us, and the Judge explained that this was the only country where everyone has the right to a trial by jury. He said I was what made the system work, because I and the 11 other jurors had differing opinions, and would cancel out those differences coming to one consensus. He was pretty right.

All in all, I was proud to serve in the system. I would definitely do it again. Tomorrow, it is back to work during the day, and then to the Vics Brew & View for 'Lords of Dogtown', a skateboard movie. Although making $17.20/day vs. around $170/day was kinda of tough to swallow. Luckily my employer will make up the difference.

Side note, there are like a bizillion hot chicks walking around downtown. I'm so glad I don't work downtown because I would never want an experience like that to seem 'normal' or 'everyday'

Guilty or Not Guilty. It is soon to be up to me.
hopefully, or hopefully not.

Tomorrow is my very first ever jury duty day. I am hoping for a quick, 2 or 3 day trial involving something weird, or news worthy. I probably won't even be picked though. I'll let you all know, whenever I can, what it was all about.

Tomorrow night I am going to see the Cubs. I swore in July that the team would get no more money from me. I have turned down cheap and free tickets to games, and have basically stopped paying attention to them at all. Then Tequila Red asked if I wanted to go with her. I'd be stupid to turn down an evening with her.. so I am going. I think I will wear something green, to show that I am not there supporting the team but merely on a date with a hottie.

I had a long talk with Concert Dad today. It was good 40 minute talk. On the phone. My normal phone conversation last around 2-3 minutes. A long talk would be a 20 minutes or at MAX 25. We talked about a lot of different things, my sisters (I have 3 of 'em) and my brother. He's 10, loves to play baseball and is about the most well adjusted little kid I have ever known. We talked about my Concert Mom, and the fact that she is back in school AND working. Who would have thought that would happen.. definitely not me. Then we talked about me, and my life. Concert Dad mentioned how he noticed a few perspectives in my life that have changed over the last 10 or so months. He asked about my girlfriend. I told him about the events that transpired, how we called it quits only to realize that was the stupid, easy way out thing to do. He gave me some advice on how to handle dating such a woman. It was good, sound advise that I will follow. I told him thanks, he said good luck and that was the end of that.

Thanks Dad.

well, the Bears suck. It is going to be a long season watching them suck. A rookie QB in a new offense and a hold out runing back. Good job Angelo.

Hopefully Indy can play New England better than they have in the past two or three years.

And I made a ton of food to make up for the empty feeling.

s'mores cookies

fresh fruit salad

shrimp

grilled sausage and roasted peppers

ribs

it has been a long 4 years.

I try to remember the person I was back then and it is hard to. And that makes me happy.

Finally!

Go Bears!

RED ALERT! Concert Josh Need's HELP!

Does anyone have any advice on how to get rid of an internet stalker? I have tried everything I can think of, and this person still finds the need to contact me. She had to email me to let me know she saw my 'twin' today.. "if it wasn't for a distinctive mark on his right arm about half way down his bicep." Now that is too much detail for me NOT to be afarid.

This is starting to freak me out. Soon she will be a real life stalker, and I don't want to die yet.

Please help me out here, and let me know what you did to rid yourself of a stalker.

Timeline

I sure do love our fearless leader. Look here for how much he cares.

Gas prices too high? Here's why.

It has been a long stressful, exhausting week. Well, 2.765 days for me anyway.

TGIF!

Photo's of my East Coast trip taken by me and Frank can be seen here

Worst Ending Ever

Monday Night
Monday night, after returning from the camping/hiking trip, we had a wonderful dinner of steak and lobster. Yummy. After dinner and a few stiff drinks, the three of us headed out to the bowling lane. Not just any bowling though, candlepin bowling. Basically you throw a bocce ball at 12 birthday candle shaped pins. You get 3 tries to knock them down, and the one's that do fall aren't cleared between throws, giving you opportunity to use them to your advantage. There was no bar at the lane, so wisely Frank's Wife packed a flask of Captain Morgan's for Frank and I. There was a bar connected to the lane, so after downing the rum, we got a quick drink between games there. This bar was probably built in 1971, and still had all of the original decorations.

Tuesday
Tuesday brought me a bunch of cool things. I got my new ipod delivered and I got to visit the oldest baseball park in the nation. Not only that, but I witnessed a great game. Both Frank and I said we were going to just have a leisure day at the park, and that we weren't going to drink as much as the last 4 days. HA, that plan didn't work at all. We got freaking wasted. It was a great day, and a great way to end a great trip.

Wednesday
I got home with no problems. It was nice to be home finally. I had been looking forward to getting back to some sort of a normal routine since my trip out to Las Vegas. Upon returning home; I unpacked, I washed all my dirty clothes from my trip, I talked to my parents, made plans to get together with some friends this weekend, and had plans to see my girlfriend tonight. She got home from her job and gave me a buzz. I got a few things together, and headed right over. We told each other about our weekend (well, her weekend my week). Then it came. For the first time really, the uncomfortable silence. And it was very uncomfortable. We didn't have anything else to say to each other. There was just silence. Then, after the slience came the 'talk'. You know the 'what are we doing' talk. At the end of the talk, we decided to part and go our seperate way's. I left, wth a broken heart and lots of confusion. I am not sure if we made the right decision, or just the easiest one. I do know that it sucks and I am completely miserable.


And that was the end of my vacation from real life. Tomorrow, I get up and go back to work. Who know's what kind of surprises await me there. I gotta try to go get some sleep. Thank FSM for Tylenol PM's.

I made it home safe and sound this afternoon. Hit up a new BBQ place near my place, and now it's time for a loooong nap. I'll post about the last 35 hours I spent in New Hampshire/Boston tomorrow. They were full of booze and sports.

They Tried to Kill Me

So my friends that I am out East visiting regurly go hiking. Up mountains. 4,000 + up them to the very tippy top. They asked if I would like to do something like that when we were planning this trip. I thought about it, an being from generally flat land I decided that it would be pretty neat to spend a day mountain climbing. When I got here we all sat down with their guide book to the various trails and hike's that we could do. Being not in the best physical shape of my life, I suggested that a short, easy hike would probably suite me best. We picked a 'simple' 5 mile 2,200 foot vertical hike. Easy enough right? That's what I thought too, but about 15 minutes into the hike I thought I was going to die. I couldn't breath; my heart rate was going like 4 bizillion beats per second. I was getting dizzy. I fought all this off and reached the summit about 2 hours later. Here are a few pictures from the peak.

Pretty, isn't it. It was also super peaceful all the way up there. After a few minutes of looking out at the scenery, and some trail mix we were on our way back down. This was just as exhausting as going up, working completely different muscles.

Upon reaching the base, we headed back to camp. I downed a XXX while Don and I cut up various fallen trees for fire wood. Just as were finishing up the sawing and chopping Mr Forest Ranger Guy stopped by. He just wanted to tell us that the area was under a SUPER HIGH BLACK BEAR ALERT. I was all like 'really? bears? cool!" Mr. Ranger told us to make sure we put all the food and food type stuff (cooking supplies, tooth paste, soap were also included in that list).

When Mr. Ranger left, I grabbed a Coors light, the closest thing to being water that is really beer, and sat down in a chair. It was at this point that I realized that I couldn't even fucking drink beer! I was sooo hungry, after burning off like a million and a half calories, and eating only a bagel sandwich from Dunkin Dounuts. I was very close to passing out, with an empty stomach. My friends were getting worried that I may not be alright. I suggested that we hurry up and cook dinner, before I got sicker.

After eating, I felt way better, grabbed a beer and continued to drink until the cooer was empty.

In the morning Mr. Forrest Ranger Guy stopped back by to see if we were alright, and NOT eaten by bears. We were, and I told him I was disappointed that I came all the way from Chicago to not see a black bear.

Up for tonight is a steak and lobster dinner, and candle pin bowling. I have NO idea what that is. I will let you know tomorrow.

I can't wait to sleep tonight, as my entire lower part of my body just hurts.

Fishing

Friday we went fishing. I caught my first Northern Pike, and a hefty buzz from Molsen XXX (7.3%), a few Crappies and we saw some huge wild swans. Those fuckers are pretty cool looking.

New England: 2 - Concert Josh: 0

The fingers on my right hand HATE New England.

Learn about Him here.

BOSTON DRAW'S FIRST BLOOD

side note: I am wondering how long it is before G.W. Bush blames the hurricane, and flooding of New Orleans on Al Qaeda.

My newly repaired ipod is back at my office today. I am having the little guy shipped to me here in New Hampshire so I can listen to it on my plane ride home Wednesday morning. We just scored Red Sox tickets for Tuesday night's game. I am looking forward to seeing that park. Being Tuesday night, I will probably have to miss Sam Champion play. Sorry Ryan.

My new best friend is named Bradley, after the college where his owner's met.

Tomorrow, we will hike some trails in the White Mountains, and possibly camp out under the stars. YAY!

The Month Ahead

This month I will be heading to boston for my first ever visit to that fair city. I will also take part in the great American justice system. I was selected for jury duty. I hope I get a good case. My sister turns 28, and I get to see Mositboyz, My Morning Jacket, and Deerhoof this month. The live music is a welcome change, as I haven't seen a live band since Intonation.

The Week Ahead

Here is my schedual for the next 7 days.

• Thursday

1. Pack
2. Double Check Packing
3. Meet friends out for a few pre-vacation drinks

• Friday

1. Awake around 4AM
2. Decide if I can afford a cab to the airport, or if I will just take the Blue Line. I'll probably just take Old Blue.
3. Take United flight to Manchester, NH
4. Meet up with my good friend Frank S.

• The Next 5 days (in no particular order)
  

1. Fishing
2. Hiking up some Mountain
3. Boating
4. Drinking
5. Sight Seeing
6. Music
7. Baseball
8. Seafood
   

I will try to fill all you readers (are there any???) in on all the details... and post some pictures from the road.

Hasta!