so…how 'bout them red sox? i watched a little of the game from here at work until i went home. i turned on the daily show, only to have john stewart make fun of me for not watching the game. so i paused that and flipped back over to the game, just in time to watch the sox win. now that the red sox have "reversed the curse," espn.com runs down the 55 other cursed teams in major sports. of course, the chicago cubs top the list. of note to the puffin, himself, would be #3 on the list, the cleveland browns. they suffer from "the curse of paul brown." ha!

tonight i have to do that fasting thing that i did last week which i wasn't supposed to do until this week. can't eat past 7pm. i'll be having some chicken and dumplings at 6:59.

it looks like bush is blocking non-us based visitors from viewing his website. uh…whatever.

download fahrenheit 9/11. go ahead. do it. michael moore wants you to!

that's about enough link whoring for one day, i think…

wow. i'd like to say this surprises the hell out of me, but it doesn't, honestly. what could a person possibly say on a livejournal that would get a call from the secret service? did this person perhaps say that "president" george w. bush is a coke snorting, drunk driving liar? did this person say that ol' "dubya" deserves a swift kick in the balls for leading his country into an unjust war? did this person imply that bush and his cronies should be run out of washington by a mob bearing pitchforks and torches? did the person just say, flat out, that they'd like to kick the shit out of that smug fucker?

well, to be honest, i'd like to do the same. but i'm just gonna do my part on november 2nd. i'm gonna vote that smug, idiotic, lying bastard out of office.

damn…when the fuck did i start agreeing with eminem?

NOTE TO THE SECRET SERVICE: i'm not going to attack the president (physically, anyway). this is a post on the internet. please carry on and do something constructive…like finding those wmds or the 370 tons of missing explosives in iraq. dipshits.

my day was ruined as soon as i walked out my front door. on the 50-something pace walk from my front door to my car, i somehow managed to step in what i assume is a pretty fucking gigantic pile of dogshit. i had the window down, so i didn't notice the smell until i was a few blocks away. i just got done cleaning a metric ton of dogshit off my shoe, my brake pedal, my gas pedal and the fucking floor mat of my car.

i know the dog that was guilty of this crime against me and humanity. my retarded neighbors let their mangy mutt roam around the neighborhood, free to shit wherever it pleases. the fucker is constantly standing in my front yard when i come home at night, growling at me and acting like it's gonna bite me. i swear, if i see that fucker again, i'm calling animal control. either that or i'm gonna kick his mangy teeth down his mangy fucking throat.

other than that? well…it's still a shitty day. no pun intended.

man. i really have nothing to say today.

thinking…

nope. nothing.

i…uh…i'm hoping to switch to a new schedule, here at work. 6am-3pm. i don't know how i'm going to be able to adjust to that kind of schedule, but to be off work by 3pm, i'll do what needs to be done.

my doctor said my cholesterol is a little high. how did i help remedy this? lunch at rally's!

john peel died this morning. i'm sure if you really care, you've already read a lot about it, but i thought it bore mentioning. peel has been one of the most important voices in mainstream rock and roll radio for over 40 years. godspeed to you, john.

so i got up at six-fucking-thirty in the am on friday to go down to the hospital for this x-ray/ultrasound shit and what do i find out? i'm not supposed to be there until next friday. the splendid part about the whole thing is that i sat around the hospital for a goddamn hour before they finally discovered the shceduling snafu. like i said…splendid.

i left the hospital and went home and went directly to bed. i did not eat. i did not pass go. i did not collect $200. sleep.

what i did get done this weekend, however, is i finally encoded and posted the braid show i recorded back in 1999. yep. five years ago. i get a little behind, sometimes. either way, there it is. download it. enjoy it. i even posted a copy in the aac format, for all you itunes users.

this weekend was filled with good times with friends. brent had a party saturday night and danny had a chili supper last night, out at his grandad's place down on the river. good chili, good beer, a bonfire down by the river…good times.

but now it's monday and i'm supposed to be working. not so…splendid.

first off, i don't think i have stomach cancer. if i had stomach cancer, something tells me that i'd be in a lot more pain than i am, on a day to day basis. that said, i'm not looking forward to getting up at 6:30 am to have a doctor x-ray my stomach. getting up that early isn't something i like to do under any circumstances, let alone to have to go to the hospital.

so i can't eat after 7pm tonight. i have to "fast" before i go in for them to do this x-ray shit. splendid. so i bought a little thing of microwave velveeta shells and cheese, which i intend on eating at 6:59. i'm gonna run that shit down to the wire, you bet.

fazoli's is on my shit list. read all about it here. i normally find it hard to write a post a day here, let alone anywhere else, but i had to get that rant out.

i think i'm on the only computer in the entire office that doesn't have acrobat reader installed on it. splendid.

7:03pm verdict: the shells and cheese were fuckin' nasty.

sorry for the delay in posting. i generally have a rule that i don't post when i'm not at work. since i haven't been here in the office since thursday…here you have it. no posts.

jon posted a little write-up of L&N on friday. he also posted links to download the entire demo, so you should head over there and nab it, if you're interested.

so…on sunday L&N went to nashville and rocked the shit out of it. i think. we rocked, anyway. we played a good set. we were happy with it. we were happy to have billy play bass with us. it was a good time. big thanks to christine for having us down to play.

yesterday i spent most of the early part of the day sitting around my doctor's office. i've been having stomach problems lately, so hopefully we'll be able to figure out what's causing it. i had to go in for some lab work after that and now i have to go get my stomach x-rayed and my gall bladder…uh…ultrasounded on friday morning. i'm crossing my fingers and hoping that it's either nothing or something that will kill me quick.

other than that, it's been a nice, long weekend. the girl was home, so we spent a lot of time hanging out and just takin' it easy.

now i have to start catching up on my work…

it's time again for the next installment of the ongoing drama…"when will L&N actually practice?" tonight's practice has been pre-empted by the debutantes recording and then your black star practicing at 1am. to be honest, we could practice tonight, just not until 3am. not really doable. so we practice tomorrow while your black star is out playing their show with karate and then possibly again on saturday. we're really running it down to the wire, here, so i hope we're able to pull it together.

on to politics…

early polls are giving kerry the edge in last night's debate, with results similar to those after the first debate. that's good news, in my book. i think this country is starting to finally wake up and smell the lies and corruption. here's some of the "morning after" analysis from dailykos. but we're not out of the woods yet…cheney has vowed to attack the u.s. is kerry wins.

on to music…

SLINT HAS REFORMED!!!

sorry about that. give me a second to regain my composure. fuck! shit! hot fuckin' damn! word is they'll be playing a show here in louisville at the beginning of next year. i can't wait.

now i'm gonna go and pretend to do some work.

god fucking dammit. i love some fucking kinghorse. it's probably been five years or so since i listened to this record (hell…i don't even know what happened to my vinyl copy). if you don't own this record, get it. period.

there was no band practice, last night, but there is a plan in place to practice thursday and friday. this means we'll probably miss the karate show, which sucks, but we gotta do what we gotta do. have i mentioned how much i love not having a practice space and how unorganized it makes this band? love it, love it, love it!

fuck. i just remembered that i forgot to record the presidential debate. i hope blaine remembers…

speaking of voting, here's spider jerusalem's guide to voting.

jon made a liar out of me and posted the hot snakes review shortly after i made the post about him not posting it.

post post post? post! post post post, post post.

still not getting the amount of sleep i would prefer. i don't know how to combat this early waking bullshit. i've started doing little things like shutting the cat downstairs so she can't wake me up…no dice. i still wake up. there's no cause, just bam! awake. it's driving me nuts. nuts, i say!

it appears paypal is having some serious issues. i'm really glad i found out about this yesterday, right after i won an ebay auction. great. two days now and i haven't been able to access the site, at all. splendid. keep up the great work, paypal!

blaine and i went up to spring street for some wings and a few pitchers of beer. this ended up leading to a long discussion about just about everything in life, but mostly fathers. as blaine is about to become a father, i can see why he was down to talk about that type of stuff.

other than that, i've just been watching a lot of tv…