Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Thursday, July 10, 2008

The Wisdom Of J. Geils

Love Stinks.... duh nuh na nuh na nuh..........

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Life Is Stupid

Hey i remembered the password...

the Florida Diaries? The Terribly Truncated Version? Well i survived several airplane rides, drove a sweet rental, watched my friend get married, drank a whole lot and did some drugs, for some reason didn't bang a bridesmaid, swam in the ocean a few times, ate too much seafood, and spent more money than i should have. 'Rado dudes were cool, Melissa said some funny shit/won the party, Sara was the perfect no-sex date, and the Junior/Dawn combo kinda awesomely subtracted the last 10 years from my memory. All in all it was a great time, i hope the next friend who gets married does so in such an entertaining fashion.

I think i'm gonna take over my mom's business eventually. Not so much because i'm really into the sign/printmaking industry, but because i can't fathom working for someone else for the next 30-40 years until i retire or get murdered. Plus we share the same initials.

Getting drunk and riding bikes is for complete idiots unless you do it on country roads at 4am. Then it's just for incomplete idiots....

Monday, June 9, 2008

Sladest News

Checking in for a bit since i got some time. No one really reads this anyway so whatever.

I actually have a job now, at the Main Street Market in west Belleville. My buddies' dad owns it and was good enough to hook me up with some mostly part-time work(30-40 a week), which, combined with what i do at my mom's place gives me a pretty decent chuck of change at the end of the week. Considering i don't really have any bills to pay right now, i'll take it. Considering the location of this fine establishment, the MILF factor is extremely high which i'm not complaining about in the least.

Went to RED BUD a few weeks ago to hang with the ever-excellent Sara and Mindy Reeble, plus Sara's manfriend Matt and the Reeble parents as well. Had a smashing good time at some sweet dive bar, went to some house party with awkward teens and lots of big trucks, and took a detour to watch huge lightning storms on the way back. Had Heavy Metal Video Breakfast featuring an Enuff Znuff video that i'll never be able to get out of my head even though i can't even remember how the song goes. Hung out with Joey aka the largest cat in the known world. He's a fat motherfucker. Southern Illinois is awesome despite most of the residents sucking wholesale.

Caught the Megabus to chicago last weekend for Punch In The Face's last show, had a blast and saw lots of old friends and whatnot. Stayed at Sears' place, dude is a quality individual and a good friend/drinking partner. Punch In The Face is awesome, sucks i'll have to wait until 2013 to see them again. The other bands were decent, STL dudes were in effect, and the drive to the after-party/after-party was hilarious. Discussing East St. Louis strip clubs with an Austrailian is somethingi never thought i'd find myself doing. All in all it was a good time, even though i dislike the city of chicago immensely. So many good people stuck in such a shitty place. I can't smoke and drink while standing in the same place? Fuck you. Chicago is not America.

Been trying to get in better shape lately, i've cut beer and soda from my diet and been trying to eat healthier in general. I've been riding my bike about 5 miles per day too. It's working, i think. I've been sleeping better too, which means i've been having dreams that i can actually remember. Dreams that make me wish i had a girlfriend. That's really all i need to say about that.

NEXT UP: the Florida Diaries. Hopefully i'll remember most of it...

Monday, April 28, 2008

1987

The Last Fast Year. I had so much fun. It was always sunny. Life wasn't so irritating and crowded.


It was enjoyable. The Last Enjoyable Year.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Vacation Brains

I hit my head at a show earlier. I thought it was during a Black Flag song but i've been informed that it wasn't. I don't remember. This is all going out live and direct.

The Cards still aren't doing too bad this year, despite a few later-inning hiccups. At 12-5, I think they might still be leading the Central, but I'm not sure at the moment and too lazy to look. Albert hit an absolute bomb tonight, into the unfortunately-named(still) "Big Mac Land". Picked up a few RBI's along the way, and was definitely better than the 6-3 groundouts he's been dishing out. Wellemeyer went 7 innings and gave a pretty good account of himself.
I've been trying to figure out with Cardinals outfielder I can identify with most. I decided to immediately eliminate the three big dumb white dudes(Rick Ankiel, Ryan Ludwick, and Chris Duncan), mainly for height purposes and also because their paths to the majors have been pretty typical up to now. Ankiel is a special case but whatever, you don't care or know what i'm talking about anyway. So that narrows it down to 2 guys: Skip Schumaker and Brian Barton.

-Skip is a scrappy white dude who's been up and down between the major and minor leagues, is balding, short, and long been labeled as an underachiever. He also goes by a name which wasn't given to him at birth.
-Barton is a tall-ish black dude with cool hair, a college degree(in aerospace engineering), a winning smile and no experience in the majors prior to this season.

Both are quick baserunners, without much bat power to speak of. Both are decent fielders. Neither would be a starter on any contending team in MLB. So who's it gonna be? Which one of these successful individuals can I equate my life's experiences to???...

Neither.

The correct answer is Rico Washington. A longtime minor leaguer(11 years to be exact), Rico made the team out of spring training as a utility player only because of the misfortune that befell superior players. Mainly, Brendan Ryan getting hurt and Scott Spiezio getting released for being a drug addict. Rico is not a bad baseball player. He's just not a major league baseball player. Defensively, he can adequately fill any position in the field not including pitcher or catcher, without greatness or distinction. At the plate he is completely overmatched, even by subpar NL pitchers. He's got a little speed, a little pop(he hit a ground-rule double in game 2 of the season), a little height and a little hair. He's a not really a disappointment, since there wasn't a whole lot expected out of him anyway. He's getting his brief moment in the sun before being replaced by better personnel. Such is life, Rico. I feel your pain. Mediocrity is a Stroh's that only the less fortunate like ourselves can truly savior.

There was an earthquake this morning. It was cool for about 20 seconds or so. I told my mom that when it woke me up my first thought was, "I hope an H-bomb went off somewhere". She was unamused. During one of the aftershocks, I ran outside and stood on the ground, hoping to get that "real earthquake feel". I was unamused.

My head, back, and right elbow hurt like hell right now. Apparently no one catches stage divers anymore. Apparently it is easier to stagedive when you do it often, instead of once every 4 years or so. Apparently it pisses me off just thinking about it. Live music should only be enjoyed in the comfort of your own home.

A few(maybe 3 or 4) people wanted to hang out after the show, but due to my (hopefully) temporary brain damage I unceremoniously bailed and had a grand ole time driving home looking thru kaleidescope eyes without the benefits of Lucy's sky diamonds or any other helpers. Promises were made to check on me, so I turned my phone off in hopes of causing seconds of consternation and concern. I'm fine, just check my blog. Honest.