well it looks like jack has got us some blogger running again for a bit. so i thought i'd throw up another quick post.

i had a scary little message from the tech guy for my server last night that said a hard disk was going bad in our main machine. i started to freak out until it had a little note that said "everything is backed up and downtime is only expected to be an hour. long enough to swap out the disk." whew…and i thought i was gonna have to get scared.

kerry is now a happy camper. for now, at least…

and lastly…i found evan dorkin's homepage. like i said yesterday…this guy is one badass motherfucker. maybe i'll send him a fanboy email…

let me tell you about my little car. as much as i state how much i hate the fucking thing…i really love it. yes, i will be replacing her whenever it becomes financially possible (yes…i said "her."), but i'd hope that she gets to go to car heaven when i'm done with her. i just got the word back today that the "no brakes of death" problem has been fixed. this actually came as quite a shock because i hadn't heard back from the mechanics since she'd been taking in to "see what's wrong with her." so expecting an estimate, and a huge one at that (you should have heard that noise…i still get chills…), i get word that she's fixed. shock! "wait! i didn't tell you to do this! i don't even know how much this is going to set me back!" no worries, pal…the work fell under the warranty from the last time the brakes were fixed. free of charge, bucko. and she gets to come home tomorrow morning. rock.

and i finally got my bank card yesterday. this is a stoke factor, as well. i now have the right to purchase. i wonder if jack has gotten his yet?

kerry was rather down about something last night. she never got around to telling me what it was, though. hrm. maybe it's her turn to be on the receiving end of some sneakiness….

matt and his dad seem to be having quite the heated political discussion via email these past few days. matt's dad happens to be a devout republican, as well as a big "family values" man. thus he's a big bush supporter. matt, on the other hand, is trying to drive the nader point home to ol' pops. you can imagine the hijinks! exciting!

and now…back to your regularly scheduled drone drone drone drone drone drone drone drone drone drone drone drone drone drone drone drone drone drone drone drone

this is the worst thing i've ever seen: 100 greatest artists of hard rock. this is just insane. the order is completely fucked. you better believe they got a nasty email from me. of course…i found out that the comments email doesn't even work. i just had to escalate it to [email protected]…

and the winner of the crush contest is: karen. although there isn't really a prize at this point, and there are some allegations of shady dealings behind the scenes…

yeah. i'm getting to the point where i don't like looking at bipolar anymore. the "80s metal kid" look, as we've dubbed it, is annoying as hell. we've made it our mission to start redesigning the page sometime this weekend, so who knows when we'll get it done. html trickery, and all that. pip pip, cheerio.

the new faraquet cd is really fucking good. that is probably as blunt as i can put it. of all the cds i've gotten over the past week, it is the huge standout. not that the don cab is shabby, mind you; it's just that that faraquet is nothing short of amazing. buy it now.

well it looks like paul has been updating his page. i'm glad. it looks too good to not have a real reason to check back on a regular basis.

a belated thanks to kim over at desoto records. she's put the link back up to transmission3000, which is really cool. she also gave me a good reality check a couple of weeks ago when we talked. words of wisdom: you can't beat kim.

we thought you had band practice.
-heart skullboy.

wow. for a day where i didn't plan on doing anything, i was pretty active. guy came over and that was great because i haven't talked to or seen him in over two weeks. considering he's my so-called best friend in the universe, i figured i should treat him as such. so it was an early dinner for us. we stuffed down some awesome italian grub and talked about the various things that have been going on over the past couple of weeks. after that, we headed to the record store because the new faraquet album is out. i also happened to nab a limited edition version of the roots live cd that has 2 discs worth of goodness. this is a good thing, considering i kept seeing it in the record stores while i was in chicago and kept deciding against buying it.

speaking of chicago, i dropped the film off earlier, and we should have it back by tomorrow. we plan on writing a "hilarious misadventures" style thing complete with pictures. keep your eyes peeled.

and we stopped at the comic shop. and we ate again. having money is gonna kill me, i swear.

hey. bob. sorry about the template crack. i want to go on the record as saying that i like the layout of are you wearing a wire?. i just thought it was a little funny that i was thinking "that's a sharp page. why the hell is he wanting dreamweaver?" and yes…the 80's metal kid layout of bipolar is getting on both of our nerves around here. expect it to change. especially since we designed that kickass puffin-a-go-go page.

i found an awesome interview with evan dorkin. this guy is funny as hell, and he's been one of my favorite comic creators for a long, long time.

i missed deftones last week. they played up in colombus on thursday night, but in my excitement over my chicago trip…well…the deftones show got lost in the shuffle. there'll be another time, i'm sure. provided they don't go and break up.

speaking of breaking up…i've heard from a source or two that the make-up is finished. this really saddens me. they were one of my favorite bands to see live, and i consider them good friends. word is that ian and michelle are working on a new project together. i forgot what the name was, because i was completely blown about the news in the first place. and also drunk. let's not forget that…

it's my day off, and i have a lot of time to sit around and do some thinking. this is a good thing. i mean…how ludicrous is the thought of working and thinking at the same time? i mean…really…

time to go to the bank. it's my only real plan of the day, so after that…i'll probably be lost. maybe i'll get in here and post who the crush is/was. i tell you what…with all of the evidence spread out for you…? maybe i'll post the answer later tonight…

so i'm back home, and back to work. wow. talk about same ol' bullshit.

my pokename is voltrider. i puke poison and rocks, i throw lightning and i can eat acid. i also have an intimate knowledge of kung fu. [via amplified to rock]

i just discovered that bob is using one of the default templates from blogger. the secret is out, man! you're screwed now! no wonder he wants dreamweaver so bad. i'm on it, bob…i'm on it.

had to start over from scratch here at work….looks like they deleted all of our profiles over the weekend. ahhh…thank you syncit. no thank you matt.

and that damned puffin is getting into this weblog thing. hope he can stick with it. that damn page looks too nice to let it go to waste…

…and hilarity ensues! [via saturn.org]

well we're finally at home. the drive back was completely uneventful, and now i'm sitting in front of the same computer i look at every day.

i had a good weekend. that pretty much boils down the whole thing into one easy nugget. there's a lot i could tell you, but no one would understand the hilarity of me making both matts that we stayed with into "eatmoshits" many, many times throughout the night. i still have no clue what i was talking about when the phrase "shitnocrap" was uttered. and yes, i did stalk around my chair proclaiming myself the big monkey after beating the living shit out of matt (pick one) at the first tony hawk game on dreamcast. as matt stated over to the right of here…i was the reigning champion until i indulged in way too much alcohol and forgot how to play video games. nevertheless, i was only an "eatmoshits" twice the entire evening.

on the subject of "the matts": those guys fucking rock. that's gonna have to be the last word on those dudes. nothing else needs to be said.

i hope everyone that we hung out with had a great time. i certainly did, and i'm looking forward to going back.

but as i told someone earlier today: we always find our way back home. but maybe that's not always a good thing…

today's update title comes to you courtesy of kinko's muzak and sting's bad ass.

so we're sitting in valpo, indiana, at a kinko's (a recurring theme, it seems…), updating these worthless blogs. we're wrapping up this weekend jaunt to the windy city, and we're about to head back to the 'ville. we're about 500 yards from the highway, so we'll be home lickety split, no shit.

i intended on coming up here to decompress and get my head straightened out about a few things, but as i've already stated to someone else once today, it looks like i've got a few more things on my mind now.

i'll update later tonight from my own computer. maybe then i'll be able to put some of these ducks in a row…

first off…i would like to apologize for any possible typos that may follow. you see…i'm a little under the influence.

"friends don't let friends drink and blog…"

yeah. where the fuck are you when i need you?

so we arrived safely in chicago and we just got done seeing an amazing set by the monkeywrench. they rocked the house like none before them. matt is, of course, insanely happy. he even got his picture snapped with mark arm. can't beat that with a stick. so thanks go out to them. they put on a damn good show and they know how to make two guys who drove six hours to see them feel welcome.

a little shout out from the windy city to the puffin. he's stuck at home without us to drink with. i feel for the brother, i really do.

yes i am lame because i can't remember all the lyrics to "paul revere." but i have more of "shake your rump" these days…

i'm sorry…i have to go think about where i'm sleeping tonight…