Tagged like the fat kid in dodgeball...

So I actually don't own an Ipod. I know I shouldn't even be allowed to mention Mp3s in the same sentence. So I am kind of a MP3 lowbe, I only have about 5 gigs. Most of it is spoken word Acid beat poetry by none other than Cap'n Crunch. He has a keen life affirming observation on the migrations of Puffins.

Ok ok seriously now.

As of right now I'm listening to Death Cab for cutie - Lightness
I saw these guys at a block party last year some time. I really think the people who follow them are wannabe hippies. I wanted to take a fire hose to the lot of them, but again fighting mock pacifist isn't as fun as the real thing.

The last album I've bought is Hot hot heat - Elevator(well on order) I enjoy white boys with afro's. Not quite sure what the appeal is... But I can never look away. Mesmerizing...

Lately the song's I've been listening to are:

Alkaline Trio - Queen Of Pain
I am not sure when I really got into Emo punk cause I had such a good HS experience. I think it might have been the shock that I wasn't eating at the cool table anymore. I am by the rejects next to the garbage can and $6.50 an hour "know your rights" poster.

Weezer - Sweater song
This might not be their best song, but it's one of those songs that you will always remember!

Black eyed peas - Don't phunk with my heart
Cause fucking Fergie makes mamma's butt excited!(Ok I stole that saying... What do you want I'm not that fucking clever)

Nixons - Sister (Acoustic)
Again one of those songs that just couldn't have come at a better time and place!

Dispatch
No song in particular, I like all their songs. They are no longer, but they had a good run while the running was good!

For some fucked up reason I only know 2 other people who actually blog.(told you reject table) So I am tagging my Pretend girlfriend. She is really good for keeping all those imaginary girls who are stalking me from tearing my clothing as I walk by.

I got Crabs...

I've been watching this amazing TV show called "the deadliest catch" on discovery. It's insane! I knew crab fishing was one of the most lucrative 1 week jobs in the world. With pay up to 140k you can understand why people do it! Again money that big, the hazard of death is crazy! It has the highest mortality rate of any job. I don't think I will ever be wasteful of crab again.

I am moving on up...

WOW... Generally im the type of person to just let things lie where they fall. Translation basically means 3 out of 4 weeks you can't see any surface area of my desk at work. Now it's hard to believe but I've been asked to clean it up. It's kind of messed up! So welcome to the 1970s! I just received my first peice of office furniture. A lovely fake wood vaneer with 3 black metal shelving units. This awesome peice of convenience and elegant but functional design makes life so much easer for any young go getter of the 1970s! I am moving up in the world my friends and I'm giving a free ride to anyone with enough sense to hold on to my coat tails. You stick with me kid and some day you to could own such a fine peice of office furniture....

I was just propositioned by George Lucas on the corner of Ashland and Marquette...

I just bought the Star wars III odor eater yoda scented packs! I love the oder eating force activated charcoal crystals that just mind choke the fuck out of bad smells! Have you ever been mind choked by a force activated charcole crystal? Clearly its forcetastic! It also comes with a special Starwars WB teen drama cast interview! Dawson struggles with the dark side as he comes to grips with his lightsaber erectile dysfunction disorder(he just cant get it up). Pacy is having an affair with an older clone of himself. Joey learns the value of friendship from a wookie named Bob. Jen is desperately looking for a good smuggler to make it to prom on time, but develops feelings for the lowly scoundrel! Will her half built droid boyfriend find out!? Tune in Wednesday at 9EST(8CST)

Who invented that damn chainsaw anyway!

Bowling is a strange sport. Hurling a ball down a well waxed alley at 10 wooden phallic pins doesn't sound like a normal thing. Placing your 3 fingers into holes in the ball feels like I've done something really dirty and I should be ashamed, very ashamed. Anyway, this sport could only have seen the light of day because some fat man cut his way out of his basement with chain saw. You can picture it now some bowling pin shaped man waddling out of his home with a greasy holed bowling ball in his hand. Think of all the nail breaking sports we were spared because that person didn't actually own some sort of cutting tool. White people are strange!:)
BD