A few weeks ago, I got to see one of my favorite groups live: Electric Six. Afterwards, my friends managed to get Dick Valentine to take a picture with us. I got to be the one with my arm around Dick Valentine! He was really sweaty and I think tired because in the first picture his eyes were wonky and half closed. Our picture-taking friend gave him shit about his wonky eye so the next picture came out with him looking extremely astonished. This was either his attempt to have open eyes or his reaction to me stroking his back while we posed. I was just savoring the moment. And I was too tongue-tied to even offer a simple, "Great show, thanks," in exchange. Now in Dick Valentine's world I am forever the ungrateful creepy silent back-rubber.
Tonight I got to see Starfucker, which really is amazing music to experience live. It completely surrounds you and fills up your senses. I think the show was a bit frustrating for the group due to some sound issues, and so when I came face to face with a sweaty, tired, but still smiling Ryan Biornstad over the merch table, again a nice, "Great show, thanks so much," would have been well placed. Instead I stared. Gripping handfuls of cash. Here's the conversation that finally got going:
Ryan: (after a pause) "Hi, how are you?"
Me: "Good, thanks!...(pause) You?"
Ryan: "Good."
Me: (long pause) "Can I have the large of the cat one, please?"
My coworker (who is the super serious Starfucker fan and the one who told me about the show and maybe later regretted telling me about the show) stepped up and offered a gracious thank you while the ungrateful creepy staring money-clutcher paid for her shirt. And stared some more.
Proximity to greatness should inspire us and give us something to aim for. But instead I get paralysis of the brain and revert to my primal cavewoman ancestry.
But at least I have a sweet-ass cat shirt. And I gave Dick Valentine a back rub.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
little update, big pie
I am baking pie, doing this awesome craft, and listening to Starfucker, getting excited for their concert at the Neurolux tomorrow night.
I found the pie in my freezer when I got home from work tonight. I think it's the last whole food left in my kitchen. Once the pie is gone, it's just raisins and peanut butter until payday. Celery is cheap. I'll get celery and make ants on a log.
The pie is from when the Spoons were staying at my place last December. I ate their ice cream last night.
And I am using the best picture ever of the Black Keys for my craft. Stay tuned to see how it turns out!
It's starting to smell really good in here! Thank you, Spoons, for delicious abandoned pie.
I found the pie in my freezer when I got home from work tonight. I think it's the last whole food left in my kitchen. Once the pie is gone, it's just raisins and peanut butter until payday. Celery is cheap. I'll get celery and make ants on a log.
The pie is from when the Spoons were staying at my place last December. I ate their ice cream last night.
And I am using the best picture ever of the Black Keys for my craft. Stay tuned to see how it turns out!
It's starting to smell really good in here! Thank you, Spoons, for delicious abandoned pie.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Better Late than Never Discoveries: Butt Rock
Part of making forward progress in life is not being afraid to unabashedly throw yourself into "discovering" things that have been around for a while. So the rest of the world has known about sliced bread since the beginning of time, where were you? Who cares? It's new to you, SO GO TO TOWN!
Since watching (and loving) Megamind, the animated story of a villain who looks like a blue, big-headed Justin Timberlake and who really should have been a rock star instead (he prances around in black, spike-studded leather to tunes like "Welcome to the Jungle" and "Highway to Hell"), I have gone on a total hair metal band kick, absorbing all the information I can find on AC/DC, Guns'n'Roses, Ozzy Osbourne, and I don't even know who else because I'm just starting to build my playlists! Any suggestions?
So why did I miss this crazy train when it first came around? I was in junior high and all the mean kids were listening to this "bad music." I hated them, so I hated the music. But now as a happy adult, I'm surrounded by peers and friends who have great memories tied to this music.
I want some great 80s memories too, so I'm making them now! Why not? Just because I missed the fun side of the 80s when they were here doesn't mean it has to stay that way. The music lives on!
Since watching (and loving) Megamind, the animated story of a villain who looks like a blue, big-headed Justin Timberlake and who really should have been a rock star instead (he prances around in black, spike-studded leather to tunes like "Welcome to the Jungle" and "Highway to Hell"), I have gone on a total hair metal band kick, absorbing all the information I can find on AC/DC, Guns'n'Roses, Ozzy Osbourne, and I don't even know who else because I'm just starting to build my playlists! Any suggestions?
So why did I miss this crazy train when it first came around? I was in junior high and all the mean kids were listening to this "bad music." I hated them, so I hated the music. But now as a happy adult, I'm surrounded by peers and friends who have great memories tied to this music.
I want some great 80s memories too, so I'm making them now! Why not? Just because I missed the fun side of the 80s when they were here doesn't mean it has to stay that way. The music lives on!
Sunday, February 6, 2011
XLV
Nachos are to my stomach as Green Bay is to Pittsburgh. Sadly, not all battles on Super Bowl Sunday take place on the gridiron.
GO PACK GO!! CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!
GO PACK GO!! CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Slightly Superficial Reasons to Root for Either Side: Texans @ Colts
I give you the post that would have gone up this morning if I'd had an internet connection:
Slightly superficial reasons to root for either side:
Yay Colts!
Remember those funny Manning commercials? Well the Indianapolis Colts' quarterback is big bro Peyton, who is famous for changing plays on the fly depending on the formation he sees his opponents' taking. Before each snap of the ball, he often calls an audible, a string of code words only his teammates understand as instructions for the new play. (Well illustrated by Ben Stiller shouting, "Fried chicken on the backside!") A Colts game moves super fast, with no huddles, just snap, pass, snap, pass, snap, run, touchdown. And there's a lot of yelling. In the back of my mind, I'm always thinking "Sheesh WHO is doing all that annoying yelling?" It's all Peyton. Guess whose picture is under the entry for "audible" in the Encyclopedia? You got it.
Go Texans!
Even big man Peyton might have trouble when all his starting receivers are out with injuries. This week, NFL.com was asking the interesting question: Can Manning put together a successful offense with any five guys off the street? Meanwhile, the Houston Texans are "coming off a bye," which is like a mid-season mini vacation. They didn't have to play a game last week, so they're well-rested. And they've got all their starting players in the game, including the two who were recently suspended for taking "unapproved supplements" (otherwise known as the old Whoops you mean those weren't vitamins, they were fertility drugs?)
Why I'm rooting for Indianapolis
I don't know much about the Houston Texans except they're a relatively new team and, according to the Encyclopedia, they were very nearly the Houston Wildcatters?? So that's weird. Plus the Colts haven't lost a home MNF game in 10 years, longer than the Texans have been in existence. And statistics say Colts' Dwight Freeney is better at sacking Houston's quarterbacks than he is any other team in the NFL. And I love me a good quarterback sack.
UPDATE:
I called it! Quarterback sacks aplenty. Check out this one caught on film.
Like lions taking down a gazelle. Complete with helmet flying off and arm reaching into the picture to take the ball away. Not for you.
Slightly superficial reasons to root for either side:
Yay Colts!
Remember those funny Manning commercials? Well the Indianapolis Colts' quarterback is big bro Peyton, who is famous for changing plays on the fly depending on the formation he sees his opponents' taking. Before each snap of the ball, he often calls an audible, a string of code words only his teammates understand as instructions for the new play. (Well illustrated by Ben Stiller shouting, "Fried chicken on the backside!") A Colts game moves super fast, with no huddles, just snap, pass, snap, pass, snap, run, touchdown. And there's a lot of yelling. In the back of my mind, I'm always thinking "Sheesh WHO is doing all that annoying yelling?" It's all Peyton. Guess whose picture is under the entry for "audible" in the Encyclopedia? You got it.
Go Texans!
Even big man Peyton might have trouble when all his starting receivers are out with injuries. This week, NFL.com was asking the interesting question: Can Manning put together a successful offense with any five guys off the street? Meanwhile, the Houston Texans are "coming off a bye," which is like a mid-season mini vacation. They didn't have to play a game last week, so they're well-rested. And they've got all their starting players in the game, including the two who were recently suspended for taking "unapproved supplements" (otherwise known as the old Whoops you mean those weren't vitamins, they were fertility drugs?)
Why I'm rooting for Indianapolis
I don't know much about the Houston Texans except they're a relatively new team and, according to the Encyclopedia, they were very nearly the Houston Wildcatters?? So that's weird. Plus the Colts haven't lost a home MNF game in 10 years, longer than the Texans have been in existence. And statistics say Colts' Dwight Freeney is better at sacking Houston's quarterbacks than he is any other team in the NFL. And I love me a good quarterback sack.
UPDATE:
I called it! Quarterback sacks aplenty. Check out this one caught on film.
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