from rftc.com: the rocket name generator. i'm rc3 alpha.

well, tomorrow Sara runs the Papa John's 10 Miler, which means that i get to get up before 7:30 am again on a Saturday. Thankfully, she's only planning on doing the Triple Crown once. 7:30am was not meant for Saturdays.

found out about protest records the other day–it's a site run by Thurston Moore to collect the anti-war projects of different musicians. so far, there are two volumes of mp3s on the site, and there's some really good stuff in there. I originally found it because Mudhoney will soon be releasing a song as part of this project.

i've been having one of those weeks where i just haven't felt right all week. i'm not sick or anything, i just can't seem to get to bed before 3:00am, and my body feels like it's turning on itself. as if no matter what i'm going to do, i'm just going to feel miserable & uncomfortable. i think i just need more regular sleep. i think that would help a lot.

don't forget: April 11th, the Rudyard Kipling, 10:00PM, $4.00 cover.

even more entertaining than porno webcams: live baghdad cam! sometimes in nightscope green!

it appears saddam has a blog now. everyone's jumping on this craze. i laughed out loud at the syphillis comment. hell…i laughed at almost all of it.

rocket from the crypt. badass.

hot snakes. badass.

iggy & the stooges getting back together to play coachella. monumental as fuck.

apparantly dave barry has himself a blogspot blog. it's a great source of hilarious links like this one. this comes in the midst of my daily reading of celebrity blogs like those of william gibson and neil gaiman.

rocket from the motherfucking crypt is playing in chicago on sunday. i already have plans to go to bloomington to see spoon on saturday, so it looks like i'll be putting quite a few miles on the car, this weekend. expect some sort of audioblog post from the rocket show.

salam pax hasn't posted since friday. chances are this has something to do with iraqi officials shutting down internet access.

i've stumbled across this in various places (including william gibson's blog) and thought i'd go ahead an post it here…

it seems there's an acual blog by someone living in baghdad. it's called where is raed? and is a damned interesting read. i recommend checking it out, if anything just for a completely different point of view than any of us here in the states (or wherever you may be) are privy to. of particular interest is this post.

the last few days have been a little weird, i guess. yesterday was scott's birthday, so we went out and had a few drinks. we played a few rounds of buck hunter and quite a bit of megatouch. the police box set has been on constant rotation, and i finally took it out on the way into work today. there's something to be said for an in-dash mp3 cd deck. it's nice to put the entire police catalog on one disc and setting it on random.

in light of recent politically fueled discussions over there in the comments on brian's side, i thought i'd post here the results of this political quiz i just took: My Political Compass. This quiz was being bandied about last night in a email group, along with several of the member's resultant graphs. seemed like fun.

also, it's very similar to another quiz i've taken before, and which i may've even linked to from a previous post (too lazy to search for that post), called the world's smallest political quiz, and which is sponsored by the Libertarian party.

i highly recommend taking this quiz, you might get a better idea for yourself of where exactly you stand.

i did think some of the questions on the "political compass" quiz were a bit… inflammatory, and unnecessary, but perhaps the intent was to provoke "knee-jerk" responses.

when did Louisville become a hip, happening town again? there's been such a "good music" drought in this city for so long, i didn't think it was ever going to change. but now, there's a plethora of good shows coming up, and it's getting me all excited.

first off, there's going to be a show with this great band: lucifigous prick on April 11th, 10:00PM, at the Rudyard Kipling. here's a flyer for it:

blue goat war kicks ass, and front porch campaign should put on a good show as well. altogether, it should be a spectacular evening.

also coming up:
March 20th – Headliners – Frank Black & the Catholics – ticket
March 25th – (i hate) Jillians – Henry Rollins – ticket
April 10th – Headliners – John Spencer Blues Explosion – ticket
April 15th – Lou. Palace – Ani Difranco – ticket
April 30th – Jim Porter's – Reverend Horton Heat

ok, i'm not a huge Ani Difranco fan, but i don't mind her, and she is a big name, so it's good to see her playing here in town (along with Tori Amos who was here very recently). also, i'm not sure what the ticketing situation is with the Horton Heat show, but it would seem that Jim Porter's can't be bothered to manage a little "web presence" even when the ticketing/events sites do most of the work. finally, in regards to the Headliners and/or Jillians shows, i do hesitate to "promote" shows at either of these venues because they piss me off–Headliners simply because they charge WAY to damned much for drinks, and Jillians because it's crappy, too expensive, and typically filled to the brim with annoying-as-fuck frat boys and girls. really, it's just not my style at all, and i just don't like it.

finally, don't forget: lucifigous prick, April 11th, 10:00PM. we *will* be going on first. so show up at *least* on time, if not a little early. no, really, i mean it. bitches.

in response to our president demanding that saddam step down and leave iraq, iraqi officials suggest maybe bush should be the one leaving office. i couldn't have said it better…

in other news, our phone doesn't seem to be working. it's apparantly been out all weekend, yet we somehow didn't notice. we get no dialtone, but if you call our house, it rings. it doesn't ring at our house, but it rings to the caller. no message saying it's disconnected, no answering machine. just ringing. we checked all the lines in the house, and scott even went outside to check it at the box. he discovered some sort of silicone putty stuffed into the test jack. scott seems to think there's some sort of sabotage conspiracy going on. possible suspects are the bratty neighbor kids. to defend them, i honestly don't think they're smart enough to consider something like that. it seems a little involved for a gang of halfwits like themselves. regardless, now i have to sit at home all tomorrow afternoon to wait on the phone repair guy.

thank goodness we switched to cable internet…

ok. now that paris is out of the way, i can get on with the real business at hand here on bipolar, which is–or rather, should be–interesting and regular posts about inane facts of my life. in honor of St. Patrick's day–which i may or may not have any real right to celebrate (the question of the Rasnake wick having been dipped in an irish well at some point in the past has never quite been answered to my satisfaction)–i give you my first post Paris posts post.

this weekend i had the extreme pleasure of getting to see several old friends again, people who i don't see nearly often enough though some of them only live 30 minutes away. on Friday, after a lovely evening attending a catholic fish fry with Sara and family, and after leaving her at home so she could rest up for the Rodes City Run, the first leg of the Louisville Triple Crown. after getting home, i had planned to just eat some dinner (one piece of fish between two slices of bread not being sufficient), watch some TNG episodes on DVD, then go to bed myself before 1 in the morning so i could get up early and awake enough to go meet Sara at the race and be there when she crossed the finish line.

well, as luck would have it, Kenny, Christanne, Shawn, and their friend… Rosanne, i think… decided to come over after the show they'd gone to was over. then we all went out to wicks so they could eat and we could all hang out, drink, and have a good time. this is exactly what we did, and amazingly enough, i was still able to get up in the morning and go down to the race (though i didn't get to see Sara before-hand, as an ungodly number of people were there). i did end up meeting up with ben who was there to support his wife, and we palled around town down to the finish line where we waited for them to appear. both Sara and Kelly finished the race in good time, and none the worse for wear. afterwards, we went out for a celebratory breakfast at the cracker barrel.

by the way, for those keeping track (all… none of you) this whole race-day thing involved me getting up by 7:15 on a Saturday. the fact that hell has not yet frozen over still somewhat surprises me.

anyway, and to continue, later that day after showers and relaxing, we met up with Ben & Kelly again at the St. Patty's day parade. ben took some pictures with his handy dandy digital camera, a few of which were of sara & me. Sara was very excited by the possibility that there would be things (candy, beads) thrown from the floats, and i had to explain to her that in pretty much every parade in my hometown, most of the floats were well stocked with (at least) candy. i can't remember a parade where candy was not thrown. (finally, something my hometown does better than a real city!)

during the parade, we met up with geoff and his lady-friend, and geoff offered up a little of his stash of irish whiskey with which to increase the potency of the celebration. needless to say, it did the trick. after the parade, we all retired to geoff's girlfriend's house (i hesitate to attempt spelling her name, as i know i'll get it wrong), where more irish whiskey (bushmills, for those interested in that sort of thing) was consumed and a pleasant time was had by all until stomachs started grumbling.

we decided to walk homeward, and stopped at the newly re-opened Wendy's for a bite of dinner. this Wendy's has been closed for over three months… you have no idea what a traumatic experience this has been for me, but it is finally over, thank goodness.

now, it is shortly after this point that the carousing and consuming that i'd been doing over the past 14 – 16 hours started to catch up with me. once we got home, my stomach was expressing its displeasure with me, so we lay down for a nap–sara, myself, and my stomach. at some point a bit later, neither of us is sure because we both were out like rocks, paul called to let us know where everyone was (we were planning on meeting up with my friends again and having another night of revelry to celebrate Christianne's 30th, but no plans had been established or expressed to me), so we got up and went to meet the gang at applebees.

after applebees, we adjourned to the crapfest that is Jillians where we played several video games that cost way too much money, and otherwise sat around, drank, and hung out. after soaking in the Jillian's atmosphere (such as it was) for long enough (too long) we decided to again adjourn to a more familiar, more lively, less expensive locale–the backdoor.
we got there, got some drinks, hung out, carried on, had some fun, and then it was time to go home. All-in-all, it was a very enjoyable day.

Sunday i slept 'til three. PM. as usual.

in other news, i'm going to be an uncle! yup, my loving sis is finally pregnant. in fact, here's a picture of my little niece or nephew:

this wasn't too much at once, was it? sorry, it was a very eventful weekend.