Katrina and the Waves

Man, go here http://www.redcross.org/ and please donate something. Red Cross will take donations as low as $5.00 and it's really quick and easy. Maybe have one less beer this weekend. They desperately need it.

Batman Smells

I'm going to have a shirt made that says Slurron the Intoxicator and then I'm going to wear it Saturday. Then I might just wear it everyday. Make a wish.

Shot Ball!!

Am I at work again? Hold on. Let me blink. Ok, I better do it again. Yes, I am here again. Just checking. The one day weekend was spent brunching, biking, drinking, clapping at shrines, dancing in dumpsters, looking at art, walking, drinking lemonade, playing bingo, cooking kids, being a holy man, having red toenails, playing down my Shaquille O'Neal image, watching the news, eating pizza, playing catch, drinking goats milk, petting the pussies, drinking booties, eating cherries, talking poop, and swimming in applesauce. Pretty good day. Some of these things might not have happened, but I'm not saying which ones.

hIGH AND dRY

I got off the train yesterday and saw that the bike was still locked up in front of The Green Eye where I left it Sunday afternoon. Went to the store and bought cigs and a 6 of pear cidar(I drank 3 very slowly last night before sleeping only because I felt so awful and it sounded kind of good), and then rode home. I walked in my apartment and almost gagged. Even though I had opened up all the windows before leaving for work yesterday I had not thrown anything out. It smelled like a bar. Beer bottles everywhere and full ashtrays. I had a sudden burst of energy as I knew I couldn't handle that. The apartment smells much better now.

Impressive or scary? Started indulging at 6:00 Saturday evening and stopped at 9:00 Sunday night without any sleep and only 2 meals during that time period. From band practice to Josh's party to my place to Lazo's to drinking beers in front of Green Eye(waiting for them to open like they were supposed to be but never did) to Pontiac to somersaults in Wicker Park to an I'm not sure how many hours dance party at my place. I don't remember exactly what time we arrived there. I guess both scary and impressive. Craziest part is that besides one small moment where I thought I lost my wallet, I felt in control and aware. Yesterday though when I felt like death I was telling myself that I didn't really believe I was trying to kill myself but sometimes I wondered. I had fun though so I don't know. Also had some various great partners in crime. Today I still feel a little damp but will let myself dry out quite a bit more through the week.

On a different note, it looked, smelled, and felt like fall this morning. I liked it. I'm always sad to see another summer come to an end but that usually goes away quickly as fall is my favorite time of the year. But summer is not over yet. It will be hot again.

The Irish Flu

My coworker has it today also. There has not been very much conversation, but a definite understanding. Longest work day ever.

What is Wrong With People?

I'm just glad the outcome of this one is good. Poor little guys.

http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-0508190086aug19,1,2440659.story?page=1&ctrack=1&cset=true&coll=chi-news-hed

I wish I could be there

http://rockymountainnews.com/drmn/local/article/0,1299,DRMN_15_4011107,00.html

Glug a Slug off the Jug

I haven't done that in a while. Been drinking beer a lot. I think I'm getting burned out. I started reading The Dharma Bums again this morning. Don't know? Just got in the mood.

I had dream last night. I don't remember how it ended. Maybe it didn't. I was hanging out with Flynn Flam. We were in some suburban town and trying to make it back to his home. It was like 3:00 in the morning. Not sure if we glugging slugs or not. Probably. We started jogging and soon realised we were being followed by a cop. I said something and Flynn said"just keep jogging." The cop eventually stopped us. He stared me up and down and then told me he was writing me a ticket for inciting a riot. "Inciting a riot?!" I said. "We're the only 2 people out here! What riot?" Then the officer said he was going to book me for resisting arrest. I was very frustrated at this point. I can't remember anything else from the dream, so maybe my alarm went off or I went into a different dream. Weird.

So, as gas prices soar to $3.00 a gallon and are rumored to be as high as $5.00 by the end of the year, I feel good about selling my car. But I also ask, what good has come from this war? And as more downsizing happens at my place of employment and around the country I ask, what good has come from this war? Someone? Anyone? Just tell me one good thing. I'm waiting.

On a different note, today is my Dad's birthday. Happy Birthday Dad! It's wierd, I had show on my sisters birthday, but that's not why I didn't see her. I have a show on my Dad's birthday, but that is not why I'm not going to see him today. But this one isn't a sad one. No, Dad lives in Arizona. But, I will see him soon. He's hopping in the RV this week with his wife and the dogs and driving to the midwest, stopping in Door County for a bit, and then parking it in Illinois for a bit. He should be here around the end of the month.

Ok then. "Tonight we rock Portland!" Wait a minute. No we don't. What was I thinking? Tonight we rock Double Door. Yes, that's more like it. You got it? Yeah! Alright then.

Do You Feel Luxurious?

Being chauffeured, fed, pooled, and beered? Gina asked me that last night. As a matter of fact I do. I'm joining the band! Just playing. It's been fun practicing with them. Venom Lords that is.

So, this is tomorrow:


Wednesday August 17th
Milk at Midnight returns to Double Door
1572 N. Milwaukee
Music at 9pm sharp! / 21+

Lineup, last to first:

Planetary Blues
Milk at Midnight
Symphonic Affair
Flabby Hoffman

This show is part of the Flabby Hoffman Caravan, to be filmed for cable televison broadcast! Wear your best duds! Lookin' good!

We could definitely use the bodies and the love(it will be returned, I promise) and your freak flags flying high tomorrow night!!!

Cough Update

The Cough is no longer head of my department. Hasn't been for at least a month now. The Cough has not relocated yet though, so I still have to hear sniff, snort, cough throughout the day. She should start a new cereal. Call it Snotties maybe. The mascots could be Sniff, Snort, Cough! Sounds delicious doesn't it. Maybe a litte mucus jelly toast on the side washed down with a glass of cough syrup. I think I'm going to vomit now.

Happy Birthday Little Sister

I sure do wish I knew where you were. Today is your birthday. You won't even see this. I saw a number from a payphone on my caller id last night. Was that you? Well, for what it's worth, Happy Birthday.

I get a word of the day e-mailed to me everyday. I shit you not; this is today's:

small beer \SMAWL-BEER\ noun

1 : weak or inferior beer

*2 : something of small importance : trivia

Example sentence: The player was fined $10,000 by the league for his comments about the opposing pitcher, but that's small beer when you consider his $15 million salary.

Did you know? "Small beer" dates from Shakespeare's day. The Bard didn't coin it (he would have been just a child in 1568, the date of the first documented instance of "small beer"), but he did put the term to good use. In Henry VI, Part 2, for example, the rebel Jack Cade declares that, when he becomes king, he will "make it felony to drink small beer." In Othello, Desdemona asks Iago to describe a "deserving woman." Iago responds by listing praises for ten lines, only to conclude that such a woman would be suited "to suckle fools, and chronicle small beer"; in other words, to raise babies and keep track of insignificant household expenses. Desdemona quickly retorts, declaring Iago's assertion a "most lame and impotent conclusion."

*Indicates the sense illustrated in the example sentence.

I'm very sleepy this morning. The show at Darkroom last night featuring Strategy Game, The Assembly, and The Ladies and Gentleman was a rootin tootin dancin good time. Today I'm tired.
Tonight your's truly will be performing in that little band with two M's in it's name:


Friday August 5 at Subterranean
Tankboy Presents

Rockit Girl
Milk At Midnight
The Evil Queens
Corsaire

Doors: 8:30pm
Show: 9:30pm
$8 cover
2011 W. North Ave.
Chicago, IL

A tired cliché states "every rose has its thorn." With a combination of bitter sweet melodies, infectious rhythm and lyrics that sting with rip-your-heart-out reality, Rockit Girl's interpretation seems to be that every rose is a thorn. Chicago's Milk at Midnight is intense, intelligent, amusing and instantly likable. The Evil Queens have been compared to Quicksand, Kiss, Fu Manchu and Six Finger Satellite. Comparisons aside, people have one thing to say about The Evil Queens, "They rock." Opening is Corsaire, whose music is about love, death and everything in between.

If I could have my wish I would bring a suitcase of blue blockers to hand out to those in attendance tonight. As it is, I am not prepared for that. However, I encourage anyone who has a pair to wear them or any other form of eye protection. You will be a part of something. Thank you.

I Am Human and I Need to be Loved Just Like Everybody Else Does

One blog, two locations.

When I got home last night I was listening to The Arcade Fire and I started thinking about that show. They were one of the few bands at Lolla that I pushed up to get a close spot for. Now I pissed off a few folks in doing so before finally settling into a spot to wait for the start of the show. It wasn't long before I started becoming annoyed with the guys in front of me. Loud mouth high fivin dudes. I started thinking this was going to suck. An amazing thing happened though. The band came out and played the first notes and everyone was locked in. Then the first vocal notes came out and almost every single person there started singing at the top of their lungs "OOOOOOHHHHH OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" Everyone was smiling. As the show went on people smiled more and sang and put their arms around each other. It was amazing. We were all connected. As I thought about this last night, and at the show, I started thinking that if nothing else we all have one thing in common. We are all human beings with human problems. To different degrees of course, but the same. The reason so many people connect with artists that write music like that and artists in general is for that reason. We all want the same thing. We've all had a rough time in one way or another and a lot of us are still having a rough time in one way or another. So, in this way the yuppie next door, the gang banger down the street, the too cool for school indie rocker, Suzie Schaumburg, the bitter southside Sox fan, and I, and so on are all connected in that one very simple but very big way. Thinking this way makes it much easier for me to get along with people. I know, we can probably go a lot further into this subject, but this is a blog and I am at work.

A Viking Funeral

We tried giving $in's old bike a Viking funeral Saturday night/Sunday morning. It rolled a few feet and then fell over in the middle of the alley. We then decided it would be best to stand it up by a garbage can.

A women I passed crossing the street at Damen and North on Saturday swung one of her crutches at me and hit me in the back. I have no idea why she did it. I just kept walking.

I gave my blue blockers away on Saturday. They looked cute on the girl I put them on so I told her she could wear them. I didn't see her again the rest of the night.

My brain feels like a raisin today.

I have not gone to church in a while but went to a temple recently.

I have a very large bruise on my right arm. Not sure where it came from.

The Cubs game sucked yesterday.

I'm getting water now.