Fuck it. I've decided that I'm going to go to the 80's party this weekend dressed as Elvis Costello. I know it's not so much of a switch up but excuse me for being broke. Grab the grey and black diagonally striped tie out of my dresser, the tight black pin-striped suit out of my closette, and I spelled it that way on purpose, and roll out the old emo specs and 1-2-3-boom...E.C.

The black stripes fell off of Lionel, my fish, and I don't understand why...

I'm listening to Jawbox - My Scrapbook of Fatal Accidents right now. How can something be so good that it hurts your feelings?

Working two jobs simultaneously sucks major rocks. The major ones.
I've got to use the term "major" excessively at the 80's party whilst sipping my Bartles & James wine coolers. Oh, if you happen to be in or near Champaign-Urbana this weekend, then you're more than welcome to attend said party. Just email me. Gotta 80's it up though.

My first solid day off in quite a long time is happening right now. It feels really good to have a day where I can get all of my ducks in a row and not have to be anywhere at some particular time. I only have one duck though. And it's black with X eyes and there's blood dripping from it's beak. I got it from Uncle Fun. It's sitting patiently on the edge of the tub waiting for bath time. Soon. Soon, my friend. I may have to break out the Sesame Street bubbles. ...what? ...what?

I'm attending an 80's party next week and I still have yet to decide on who I'm going as. First, I was thing David Lee Roth. Then I thought maybe Schneider from One Day at a Time, but that falls into the 70's sitcom category. I'm thinking someone with a screwed up Flander's style mustache.....but who?

We're all getting pretty damn excited about the record release show at the Bottom Lounge.
It's Sept. 10th and we'll have CDs and shirts available for the first time. Ever.

“Two trips to the pavement wasn’t what I had in mind.”

That statement has been looping in my head for the last 3 days.
Actually, the whole song has been on a mental play continuum.
It’s the first track on Jawbox-Grippe if you were unaware.

Underwear.

Har.

“Deny, deny, deny, deny responsibility…”
You might as well listen to track 5 if you put Grippe in the CD player. It’s a good one. It’s on right now. Thought I’d recommend it. But track six is my personal favorite from this record. Listen close and you can hear the individual strings from an acoustic guitar bring out the front of some parts a bit. It sounds like it, anyway. Admirable.

I am fairly certain that if one were to produce a balance beam act/the robot breakdance move hybrid for the entire duration of their performance in the Olympics, then one would have a shiny gold medal to take home and even get their mug on some cereal boxes.

Thinks I'd Love To See Go Down On The Olympics:

1. A gymnast who gets really pissed off at their self for screwing up the landing.
2. To see some gymnast flippety doo some totally unplanned direction, right out of the picture.
Of course you would hear the sounds of crashing aluminum folding chairs and a little girl scream.
3. The dude on the rings do a bunch of spins and actually land himself into a pretzel.
4. To watch in excitement as the parallel bars guy does all those fancy moves while eating a delicious Quizno's Philly Cheesesteak. The big one.
5. To see any competitor in any of the sports do a really fancy flip and land perfectly upside down, on their head, hands and feet extended waiting to receive applause, with perfect balance.

Ack! I just wrote a spot that had actual content, real thought, and very good cheap jokes. And then my computer froze again. Grrrrrrrr. I can't wait until I can afford a new computer.
I'm gonna melt the hell out of this thing.

Man...If you're not doing anything tonight, Phyllis Musical Inn, Division and Wood, Chicago, IL 60622. Hirudin and Catamount are going to rock and break stuff. Cost: FREE.
I love that word. Free. The show starts at 9 p.m. I hope to see you there.

Muffer is being really lovey and really proud...all of the time lately.
I'm scared to find out what it is exactly that she's proud of...

so, i'm blogging from work for the first time in...how many years? two. three. four. it's definately been a while. i'm back to working in an office and it feels comfortable. as comfortable as it can be with the terminator phone system 5000 striking fear into my heart. transfer this, park that, intercom, flippety-doo. i'll get it soon enough, but it's part of the first day awkwardness that comes with starting a new job. more later. got some parking and transfering to do.

Apparently there is a Super Man (Why does that remind me of pancakes?...) in every single episode of Seinfeld. Gotta make sure that's a fact.

Damn. Peoples court is on right now. This lady walked into court with a signed agreement signed by both plaintiff and defendant in support of her own case. Ouch.

For your amusement: Spell check just told me to change Seinfeld to sniffled.

Just Like Burt Fucking Reynolds.

Hi. Indianapolis was rocked last night. Sorry, but it's true. We had to lay down the rock-n-roll smackdown and we were rocked in return. I think everyone needs a little Tremendous Fucking . The Melody Inn was really cool, too. It reminded me of Club Foot but with a decent sized li'l stage near the front door. I was kind of intrigued about the place because it's apparently thee oldest bar in Indianapolis. The 1930's, I believe. I digs the old stuff. Can't tell you why, just do.

Hot Water Music - A Flight And A Crash is kicking my ass right now. Them boys figured it out.

Note: (As if you already had not) I've got some strange hillbillyesque typing slang going on. Goddamn genes.

Oh yeah, The Village. Weird.

An actual email that I just sent:

Someone is outside my window vainly attempting to sing and woo some nearby. Plus I just heard multiple Spanish ah-ha-y-haaaaaaaaaaaaa's. Me pepino. What's that? Anyway guys, just wanted to let Kyle know that The Bottom Lounge site doesn't have our show listed as a record release show and I thought that it should be listed as such. Do you know those dudes, Kyle? And seeing as how we're going on tourette tomorrow, I think everyone should pack a cd case so there are plenty of surprise diggins for the ride.
Allen

yay.

the yay part wasn't included in the email.

and neither was the yay part wasn't included in the email.

and neither was and neither was the yay part wasn't included in the email.

and neither was...ok, that was [choose your own adjective].

I just got home from rockin'. Getting ready to head out to Indianapolis on Wednesday. What better way to get prepared than cracking open a Lone Star (The National Beer of Texas) and putting on GBV Isolation Drills. I had to hear it because Pivotal Film has been looping in my head since 3:00 this afternoon.
The apartment is finally coming together. I woke up at 6:00 this morning and started painting. I'm half done and it looks really nice. I chose a dark color, actually is called Mountain Forest Green, and I left all of the trim the original off-white color. It's the closest thing to a log cabin that I can afford right now. Someday. Mark my words. Cabin. A fishing lake. Pine trees everywhere. Little pine needles covering the ground. Not a city or another house for miles. (Except for the bait and coffee shop.) Anyway, it's amazing what a coat of paint, a few good smellin' candles and the light from a fish tank can do for a closet of an apartment like this.

I'm not religious, I'm more on the spiritual side of the coin, but if I'm wrong then oops, my bad. I can't believe I even used that terminology. Regardless, if heaven and hell actually do exist, and I highly doubt that they do, I feel pretty safe compared to LaToya Jackson. You got naked in a magazine. Quit acting like you're a fucking movie star. You even sold out your brother. *No way he did any of that. Something is definitely wrong with you. I just saw your VH1 special and you are much too homely to act like J-Lo. Give it up sister.

*I have a theory on what happens to artists that have a given amount of power at their disposal. I'm not talking about money or connections either. What I mean is, going back to the religion thing and a good percentage of artists for some reason are not religious but spiritual instead, they almost evolve into a new way of thinking and seeing as how new ways of thinking do not fit the American norm, ie the Bush administration, the artist is seen in a threatening light and must be broken. Our world is jacked the fuck up.

Guess what I watched today.

These guys are rocking my computer speakers this morning. They're also rockin' the Fireside Bowl tonight. Check it out. Super super good. I love living so close to the Fireside. I can walk there in three minutes.
Anyway, this morning I've got some final move-in crap to take care of. I've intentionally left the kitchen as it was because I'm scared to find dead things when I clean it. It's got to be done though so I'd better gear up for that. Anyone have a suit of armor?... or even wood may suffice. Suit of wood. Interesting. Just in case something were to jump out at me while cleaning and putting things away in there, I'd like to feel immune to any pesty threats. If I wore the wooden suit, with my luck little buggies would probably burrow into the suit and claim it as a mobile home and I wouldn't be able to get the damn thing off. And then I would cry ala Ralph Wiggum.
On another note, remember when I used to post pictures and change the site design? Well I dropped my digital camera on the train and now it just doesn't work. Crap. Anyone know of a good camera repair place?

Sex and the City is on ...muted. Husker Du-Zen Arcade is providing audio. I've seen SATC a few times because it's on TBS now. I can understand the hubbub in the Lincoln Park Trixie sense, but in the down to earth sense of my own, as some my beg to differ, it's just way too...well, Lincoln Park Trixie minded for yours truly. It seems like a sitcom/marketing tool for upscale boutiques such as Barney's and the like. I will say no thank you and good day sir or ma'am. I hate advertising as it is. If I need something, I'm more than capable of finding it without 5000 messages being crammed down my face. Oh wait, apparently the new Air Jordans are out.
Gotta go...

Ever heard of Harborside Lager? I'm recommending it. Is it the beer or the label? Eh, they're both quite relaxing, so this scores a cool 8 out of 10 on the Beer-o-meter. Right now, I'm also enjoying THE THUNDERSTORM that's a-brewin' right now. Every five minutes or so the lightening and thunder get more intense. I can't tell you why I really like THE THUNDERSTORMs so much. I guess I just find them relaxing. I feel kind of bad for the people inside of the U-Haul that's parked in the alley that I can see from my living/bed/dining/hangout room. The people are sitting there just waiting for the rain to let up just so they can do some heavy lifting. That's not fun.
Emily was up here for a few days and she gave me a fish tank for a house warming gift. It's really cool. We've got it all set up and today we went out and purchased a couple Japanese goldfish who have been dubbed Huey and Lionel. The name Huey is tentative in the case of little baby goldfish showing up on the scene. Muffer has never seen fish before but the innate-kitty-fish-sense has got her going a little crazy. She watches them and paws the tank for a second and then just takes off. Time to put on some Sugar. JC Auto is going to hurt my feelings a couple more times tonight. Maybe THE THUNDERSTORM will start up again. G'night.