foothills

often thawt that

i stumble upon the kill8r tracks in albums. it just happens. and then months later i stumble on the other tracks that might also be hot pockets. i guess i just dont pay enough attention on first run to make note of the hosss so it takes me some trial runs. well im on the 2nd go around on this album and i have to say that the song boiling point by the the is doing it for me. or rather it is *still* doing it for me. its crunchy and raspy and echo-e and dingy and i like it. i like the guitars and i like that it builds like a nick cave song. i like it.

they just keep coming.

part of the appeal in the muffin joke for me is how long it took me to STOP trying to figure out what it was i missed in the punchline. and i get the same feeling with this one. the feeling that you are in a meeting and everyone knows you peed your pants but you. what? so someone tell me if im missing the forest for the seals.

A baby harp seal walks into a bar Bartender: “What will it be?” Harp seal: “Anything but Canadian Club on the rocks” Baby harp seals don’t walk into just any old bars. They walk into clubs.

addendum: scott, the true purveyor of absurdity, pieced it together for me. two jokes. no connection. make sure to tip your waiter on the way out.

sonic blustering

i am fully awash in a buttload of good music lately. i am also back from a splendid spring break. back to a mindless routine with a crash landed engineering program that i am totally ready to graduate from so i can stop being so negative when it comes to education. the weekend back in austin was pleasant until i got to hang out with my old old friend mike from high school. then it went to swikkity wik wik. imagine meeting someone eight years later who is all the same and more and you just resume conversations that were basically on hiatus. totally awesome. dallas would be ok to live in by me now. its the faces.

rappa dappa dOOO

well bake is kicking the life into my backend. thx to his skillz i went ahead and LURND how to upgrade my wp manually. i also got some plugin shame and so went and cleaned house on some zombie php wank lurkers. BAKE SHAKES WITH A BACKHAND THAT AGASSI WIMPERS IN FEAR FROM.