Holy Shit, the new Spoon Album rocks!

I mean, a lot. A whole fucking lot. The only tune I find annoying at all is "The Ghost of You Lingers", and that's probably just frustration at the fact the drums never come in, no matter how much I think they should. And to tell the truth, I'm listening to it now, and it's engaging, regardless, in a Pet Sounds sort of way. If Pet Sounds was a little glitchier. Where before that was not a word, now it is. Behold the power that is mine.

Also, it is a pain in the ass to type with a blood blister on your fingertip. Still, I play through the pain, all for you. You're welcome.

Junie's watching Cover Shy
My head's feeling light
I believed that someone'd
Take care of me tonight
Anyhow, anyway, so I split
Oh just getting out of there,
What's gonna get me out of this?
I spent the night in the map room,
I humanize the vacuum.

In other, related news

This weekend I failed to see Spoon and Rogue Wave at Cafe du Nord, despite positive-looking circumstances, and prime location of base camp in relation to said target. It seems we were about 75 people away from getting in. Goddamn bastards selling tickets, day-of-show-only. Whatever. They'll get theirs.

Finger pain update: still hurts.

So yeah, anyways, \M/ SPOON \M/. The following tracks, in particular, fucking rock: "Finer Feelings", "Don't You Evah", and "The Underdog", and, and, and, fuck it, the rest of them, too. If you like things that rock, you need the album. Here is a link to Donut Wheel's bonus song version. Or, if you're some sort of luddite or hippie or what have you, you can find it someplace else. However: give the dudes some money, man. They earned it. They brought the rock. And they'll actually get the money, since they're on Merge.

OK, enough of that.

You got no time for the messenger,
Got no regard for the thing that you don't understand,
You got no fear of the underdog,
That's why you will not survive!

Rules: Breakin' 'Em.

The best thing about being the legislative branch and the executive branch, is that you can change the laws once you find them inconvenient, or refuse to enforce them. The wisdom in this is obvious.

No, I am not talking about politics.

And what's with the nausea and heat flashes, anyway?

Finger pain update: continued pain.

For Those About To Hate, We Salute You

Work rocks. A lot.

And I got my motherfucking Multicam (please pause here to visualize 30 identical cam's, coming down from the sky. OK, thank you, we may now return to the diary, already in progress) division nametapes today. The rest of the Multicam uniform should arrive later this week, likely tomorrow, but possibly Thursday. Phase Two is in full effect.

I was part-time at the Tasty Prawn
That and moving furniture and cutting lawns
Covered in newsprint, staying up real late
Just holding out for some fate

Here is a song for you

Whatever you do, don't download it, and please, for the love of all that is right in this world, don't tell me what you think. You can take those opinions and shove them right up your ass!

It is a cover of a song written and performed by Steve Kowalski Army, circa Bloomington, Indiana, 1987-88, though this version bears little in common with the original.

Which reminds me; in browsing the other day, looking for contact info for a friend from that time who was in Steve Kowalski Army and now drums for Rogue Wave, I stumbled upon musicalfamilytree.com, which is just surreal for me. That someone 1) actually had all these recordings to encode, 2) encoded them, and uploaded them, and 3) that I don't know the person, is very strange. Anyway, load up on Steve Kowalski Army, Mudkids, and the Smears. You'll be glad you did.

Finger pain update: giving some serious thought to just knifing this bitch, bleeding it, then smothering it in Neosporin. Wikipedia says that's a bad idea, but Wikipedia was started by a man who prefers to be called "Jimbo".

Single sleeps alone
And I know you don't really mind
Five years by your side
So I know you really don't mind

HOLY CRAP, IT'S LATE!

And I still haven't had any goddamned dinner. That's life for ya. Always with the no dinner. Oh wait, you mean that was entirely my fault? Weird.

Always out on some witch's hunt
For the one who never lets me want
Before you know it, it's all fucked

Poops update: I think I will make some later tonight. It will probably be squishy, but who knows for sure?