Note to self:
Maybe it’s not such a good idea to play Ultimate Frisbee with bare feet. Bad things happen within five minutes of me taking off my shoes, and they’ve happened multiple times.
The first day I did it was maybe three months ago and within two plays I had a bee sting on the bottom of my foot. It’s funny, it didn’t hurt as much as it did when I was a kid, but it was pretty annoying.
Last week, I take off my shoes, and during practice throws Dan tosses a doozy over me. As I run it down, I step into a small hole and hear my leg pop in three places. After sitting down for a fiver, it really wasn’t that bad. Just a little scary.
Today, I take off my shoes and my first step is into a pile of dog poo. Great, just great. But there is an upside to the entire affair: I was taking stock of my environment more. And there was a lot of crap on the field, presumably left from people who CAN’T PICK UP AFTER THEIR DOGS.
Let that be a warning. Someone who will never meet you may curse you all the rest of his days. You might think I’m being a little harsh, but oh no — this is war. You know… the silent brooding kind.
Sigh, Red caught me.
I’ll admit it: this month, I’ve been trying to post something at least once a day, trying to net the most posts per month on this site since January 2003. And really, it’s been about trying to make more reason for you to visit, oh dear reader.
So, now that I’ve been caught… I don’t know what to do with my life… I think I’ll take up GOING TO THE BIG BAD VOODOO DADDY CONCERT TONIGHT!!! WOOO!
In case you haven’t, I highly recommend a listen to The Early November’s new album, The Mother, The Mechanic and The Path. This whopping three-disk album took a couple of listens to get, and I’m still trying to slowly digest the first two disks before getting to the third, but it’s pretty darned amazing.
So far, my favorite tracks are Decoration, Little Black Heart, Hair, Is It My Fault, and 1000 Times a Day.
Their website is theearlynovember.net.
This is amazing! One screen that shows up to three different images, full screen, at the same time, depending on which angle you view it at.
The Echoing Green have been one of my favorite bands since high school. They’re synth-pop. You know it.
So, they released a new song on their myspace page. It’s pretty amazing, but don’t just take my word for it. Unless you don’t like it, then take my word for it.
Posted on Craig’s List:
OAKLAND, CA — Oakland Raiders football practice was delayed nearly two
hours today after a player reported finding an unknown white powdery
substance on the practice field. Head coach Art Shell immediately suspended
practice and called the police and federal investigators. After a complete
analysis, FBI forensic experts determined that the white substance unknown
to Raider players was the GOAL LINE. Practice resumed after special agents decided
the team was unlikely to encounter the substance again.
Just to follow up on a previous post, unfortunately, Boo Boo Records did not carry Rob Dougan’s Furious Angels, but they did have the latest issue of Women’s Press out. So, that was pretty awesome, seeing my work in a record store.
Well, so I resorted to online trickery to get the cd. I figured I might have to, but sometimes it just makes me feel dirty.
Major kudos to Aaron Sorkin. Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip’s pilot episode was one of the most engrossing things I’ve seen on television in a long time. Bradley Whitford and Matthew Perry, two actors who shone in West Wing, rock the scene with flair, and dare I say panache. Oh, and Amanda Peet is so on my list. Gosh, she’s been on my list since The Whole Nine Yards, but now… sigh.
I tell you, I nearly cried.
So, today will be the third day this week I will have tried to procure Rob Dougan’s album Furious Angels in a store in SLO. First, it was Best Buy, then Cheap Thrills, and now, finally, I’ll head over to Boo Boo’s before I resort to paying $10+S/H to the Internet gods.
When I first heard portions of the album at work, I thought, How interesting, someone’s taken the soundtrack of the Matrix and spoken over it. Well, it turns out that it’s the other way around. He recorded the album with his gruesomely dark and amazing lyrics, and then the Wachowski Bros. used the instrumentals of many of the songs for some of the more amazing action sequences in the films. So, think lots of strings and choral arrangements meets titles like “Clubbed to Death” and “I’m Not Driving Anymore”.
You don’t understand. I need this album. AAAAAGGGHHH.
This is an interesting, if short, look at how vinyl sales are increasing in Europe. They’re saying that, in this age of iPods, the CD might be a dying format, and vinyl could perhaps get the final laugh.
Sorry, that one was a bit premature.