Zach Ooooh!n
The moon is essentially gray.
The word is rejoice! Never would I root for the F'n Giants until last night, and never again shall I. Angels in 7, in what could be the most beautifully even World Series ever. Proof that wise spending is more important than much spending. You can't buy 3 Home Runs from Adam Kennedy, hustle from the Eckstein, power from Glaus (where were you when I (fantasy)needed you during the (fantasy) playoffs, you prick?), and a closer with the ultimate closer name: Percival. Ahhhhhhhhh. No Cardinals. Thank you Jesus (given you existed, which I do), thank you.
Jets to Brazil have cancelled their tour. That makes my decision as to whether or not to go to the show in Champaign an easy one. I just picked up their new record, and I'm not minding it. It's good. Not great, not stellar, not awful. Good. No Orange Rhyming Dictionary, but then again, what is?
Certainly not the new Cave In EP, which I can't quite come out and say what I think about it. Covering Giant's Chair is certainly a smart move. God, the old days. Giant's Chair, Christie Front Drive, Listening to that Boy's Life LP on the record player in Rick's Dorm room. Ah.
And I didn't mention that my ISU email does this thing when I use the "F" word (or, really, when I put HEY! in the subject) where this pepper pops up and tells me my message is "a bit hot" and I might want to consider changing my tone or I'll "get my mouth washed out with soap". I'm serious. I wanted to report it to the FBI, but they've got Bigger Fish to Fry.
Nobody is BLARG'n.
Next five: "perfecting loneliness" by jets to brazil; "lord let me die with a hammer in my hand" by the mtsthelens; "the callus" by cave in; "don't" by lois lane; and "johnathan fisk" by spoon.
In the (office) stereo: Jets to brazil
The moon is essentially gray.
The word is rejoice! Never would I root for the F'n Giants until last night, and never again shall I. Angels in 7, in what could be the most beautifully even World Series ever. Proof that wise spending is more important than much spending. You can't buy 3 Home Runs from Adam Kennedy, hustle from the Eckstein, power from Glaus (where were you when I (fantasy)needed you during the (fantasy) playoffs, you prick?), and a closer with the ultimate closer name: Percival. Ahhhhhhhhh. No Cardinals. Thank you Jesus (given you existed, which I do), thank you.
Jets to Brazil have cancelled their tour. That makes my decision as to whether or not to go to the show in Champaign an easy one. I just picked up their new record, and I'm not minding it. It's good. Not great, not stellar, not awful. Good. No Orange Rhyming Dictionary, but then again, what is?
Certainly not the new Cave In EP, which I can't quite come out and say what I think about it. Covering Giant's Chair is certainly a smart move. God, the old days. Giant's Chair, Christie Front Drive, Listening to that Boy's Life LP on the record player in Rick's Dorm room. Ah.
And I didn't mention that my ISU email does this thing when I use the "F" word (or, really, when I put HEY! in the subject) where this pepper pops up and tells me my message is "a bit hot" and I might want to consider changing my tone or I'll "get my mouth washed out with soap". I'm serious. I wanted to report it to the FBI, but they've got Bigger Fish to Fry.
Nobody is BLARG'n.
Next five: "perfecting loneliness" by jets to brazil; "lord let me die with a hammer in my hand" by the mtsthelens; "the callus" by cave in; "don't" by lois lane; and "johnathan fisk" by spoon.
In the (office) stereo: Jets to brazil
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