ok, i can't let this one pass without comment.

Hollywood's Bachelorettes

first off, i love how these online celebrity sites always use the worst possible photos of people when they're talking about how attractive they are. some of these pics are just utterly horrid. i know these people look better than this.

but my biggest beef with this list is… Cameron Diaz at number #25? come on. you're kidding, right? Cameron may not come in as number one among this "elite" group, but there's no way she's behind Jennifer Love Hewitt and Kirsten Dunst. hell, Cameron should be in the top 5, at least in my opinion.

and, Natalie Portman at number 11? somebody at e! or msn has gotten hold of some seriously good crack. Natalie comes dangerously close to knocking Cameron off the top of my wish list.

i really need to stop letting myself get sucked into things like this.

ok gddamt. it's way past time for another post. only problem with that is, i'm not entirely sure what there is to write about.

i've been a little fucking social butterfly lately, or so it seems. it's weird after having gone a year or so where i barely left the house save for work. so, i've been out of the house quite a bit lately… hanging out.

i did manage to finally get home to princeton to visit the fam last weekend, and had an enjoyable visit there.

a couple old friends have resurfaced and that's where most of my time has been spent lately.

of course, work is keeping me busy, since i now have to be involved in nearly every single project that passes through our doors. no signs of slowing down there, either.

so, in the end, i've got to adjust. i'm going to have to start making more me time if i have any hope of accomplishing my many goals.

and, this is exactly what i did last night. i finally stole some time from my sleep schedule and built a gallery script for the lucifigous prick site. so, we've now got at least one collection of band photos up there. i'm planning on working up another batch tonight also.

i also have to get in touch with the guy that shot video for us at the show… i really wanna see how that turned out. it'll be weird to watch myself playing music, but weird in a fun way (i hope).

so, go check out the photos if you're so inclined. and if you're not so inclined, well, what the hell do i care?

yeah.

well…scott now has a complete skateboard. after hearing him talk about thrashing and poolriding since watching dogtown and z-boys, i guess it's time for him to kick his dreams into gear and go buck. or fall a lot. one or the other. we'll see how it goes. hopefully he doesn't end up in prison like jay adams…

we watched chopper the other night. i think i have a new hero.

i have now decided that easy mac is one of the greatest inventions ever. it's like zap, stir…mac and cheese! i think it must be magic…

not much else happening, really. enjoying my second day off in a row. i've come to realize how uninteresting life is when you don't have to work. you kinda just lay around, read, watch tv, and play video games. i guess there's really nothing wrong with any of that…

saturday night didn't end up with me doing as much drinking as i had planned. i went to cahoots and had a couple of cold ones and a basket of fries. i ran into rebecca and ended up seeing a girl i went to high school with. it was a pretty bizarre situation because i was never "cool" enough for her to talk to back in our school days (being one of he token skateboarder/punk rock kids), but she was all about chatting me up at the bar. i asked her what she had been doing since her release from hell and she mentioned moving to florida for 3 years, to which i answered "i hate florida." typical response from me, i guess.

after that i opened the store on sunday morning and then scott and i had a sparsely attended cookout. it doesn't really matter who was there, though…the burgers were great and the corn was cooked to perfection. the few people that did show up hung out and we all drank our asses off to celebrate the end of summer (classes at u of l started the next day). fun was had by all, i'm sure.

now i'm just kickin' it, enjoying my day off. maybe i'll try to do something constructive today…like drink myself to death.

well…i'm back from chicago. we had a whirlwind jam-packed weekend in the "windy city," to say the least. the first place we hit once we got into town was the always amazing flattop grill. i introduced my cohorts (rebecca, star and mr. king himself) to one of my favorite places on the planet to eat. everyone ended up stamping it with their own personal seal of approval. i finally busted out some plum sauce and an egg, for all those who know what he hell i'm talkin' about.

after that it was straight to the double door to see hot snakes. we only missed the first band, and i almost wish we had missed the second, they were pretty standard. pretty boring. and the drinks were too damn expensive (and weak) to make them any more interesting. so we suffered through by making fun of the various chicago people that look like bizarro versions of our friends here at home.

then hot snakes hit the stage. and the roof of the place was completely blown off. it was hot as a motherfucker up in there, but we still stuck it out in the very front. they played all the hits, including an old pitchfork song. simply amazing. they closed their first set with salton city and early on in the song, john (reis. speedo. whatever) took the mic off the stand and shoved it in my face so i could scream "give us a kiss." if you don't know what i'm talking about, go back and listen to that first hot snakes record, stat!

when they were done playing, we filed our sweaty asses outside to get some much needed fresh air. we followed some friends of rebecca's back to their place to stay the night. now…i've been in some sketchy places before, but this place was truly a dump. the guys were cool as hell, but i seriously thought a rat was going to jump out of the nearest pile of whatever and bite my fucking face off. we ended up walking down the street to some horribly overlit dive of a bar and had one drink before getting pissed off about more weak drinks and overly creeped out by all the light. back to the dump. straight to sleep.

today we hit the art institute to see a huge exhibition of gerard richter's paintings. tons of amazing stuff. really. go see it asap.

and then we came home.

and now i'm typing this.

and now i'm gonna go get some serious drinking done.

i'd probably think it was mildly amusing that i get so completely disoriented when my alarm goes off at 5:45am. you know…if it wasn't 5:45 in the damn morning. this morning i woke up and was wondering what the fuck that noise was and tried to turn on my light, which promptly blew out. so here i am, flashblind and not knowing where the fuck i am and what the living hell is going on.

pretty much like the rest of my life, i guess.

i hate my new toothpaste, but i sure do love my naked juice.

to hell with it…time to drive to work.

i keep dilly-dallying and generally fucking around and forgetting to update this wacky l'il site. i would make a promise to be more regular with my updates, but that would be a promise, and i'm not feeling very 100% about those, at the moment.

speaking of "regular"…all this coffee i've been drinking has been working wonders.

so last night i was all content to call it an early night and go to bed at a reasonable hour, mainly because i had to open the store this morning (i had to be there at 6:30am). that plan got thrown in the trashheap at around 11pm when a couple of co-workers (my manager being one of them, no less) called up and wanted to hang out. we sat on my back deck shooting the shit and drinking a bunch of beer until about 2 in the morning. then i tried to go to bed, not succeeding at falling asleep for some time. i got up at 5:45, getting a grand total of about 3 hours of sleep.

and then work. and massive amounts of coffee.

and then home. and lunch. hopefully soon a nap. i have to open again tomorrow. i am so not a morning person.

this weekend: chicago. hot snakes. flattop grill. beer. fun.

this has been cracking me up for hours.

thanks to nate for the little spirit lifter that is "pie."

i'll try and make a more substantial post when i get a chance, but 'til then, enjoy weebl and bob.

last night was a perfect example of not making plans and then having some materialize out of thin air. even if the plans are just to go down to cahoots to keep drinking.

amy and i were sitting at work last night thinking "it's friday. we should do something tonight." this ended up with her calling me later in the evening and coming over to the house. slowly more people started showing up, and we were drinking our various frosty beverages. we decided to roll down to cahoots (mainly because john was going stir-crazy and kept saying "let's gooooo!") for more alcoholic goodness. the rest of the evening is a blur of bourbon drinks shoved in my face followed by a "finish this." i remember talking at length about dave grohl's prowess behind a drum kit and listening to the new queens of the stone age record. oddly enough, those two things weren't related.

now i'm off to go get some lunch with the matt. don't bitch about the short update…saturdays are normally non-update days, as it is.

well, what a helluva week.

i feel like i've just been running around crazy the whole time, accomplishing very little besides running around crazy.

in preparation for the show, the band had our normal practice on Sunday night, an extra practice on Monday night, normal practice on Tuesday night, then, of course, the show on Wednesday.

right now i'm trying to remember what i did last night. i stayed late at work (since i was three hours late going in), had dinner, read a comic or two, wrote yesterday's post, uh… talked on the phone for some lengthy amount of time… and i guess that was it.

tonight… more of the same. except tonight is Friday. this means that tonight is drinky-drink & hangout night at the bar. i missed last week's session because i ended up falling asleep around 10:30pm and sleeping 'til 10:30am on Saturday. This week i'm going to actually go out.

now, since nothing else exciting has been going on this week, and certainly not since yesterday's post, i'll leave you with this little blogger's cliche–the search strings.

August's winners:

i'm getting my ass boyfriend back showing myself off to everybody
pee in my butt
child-birthing photos

(that last one's not all that strange, i suppose, but i had to include one that leads to one of my posts. yeah, you see where i'm going with that comment.)

well, i'm off to visit with Mr. Beam, y'all have a good weekend.