so yeah…bob seger. how fitting. after spending the day debating the merits of jethro tull, pink floyd, and bon scott era ac/dc…it just works.

so i'm going to spend the weekend clearing my head. i've been really pissy about a lot of shit lately and some new surroundings (if only for the weekend) will help immensely. with the car being totally screwed right now, i'm glad matt is driving. otherwise…well…we wouldn't be going. i've got some other storm clouds brewing in the ol' cranium, but i'm sure you've picked up on them in the past week. if not, you're not very observant.

so we'll be tearin' the city down and maybe sleeping in the car now that we've realized that matt isn't as rich as he thought earlier. ahh, well…sleepin' in a toyota ain't all that bad… but we get to see the monkeywrench (matt likes them. i think they're okay. i just needed an excuse to bail for a while).

but this is the eve of the trip. the night before where we realized we haven't really done laundry. we better get on that, huh?

wow. we just had a tornado warning here at work and we had to evacuate to the basement. this would have been really exciting and cool if we had been down there longer than 5 minutes. what a waste. tornado? poop, i say.

this day is crawling insanely slow. i've noted it many, many times…but i know it's because i'm skipping town tomorrow. i can't leave this place a moment sooner…but having my car broken kinda helps…matt now has to pick me up from work when he gets off from his job, that way we can take care of all of our pretrip goodness. god this update is lame.

and something really needs to be done about this palm beach county crap. everyone freakin' knows that none of those old jewish people would vote for that veritable neo-nazi buchanan. i mean…come on! get a frickin' brain, people!

sorry. got a little excited there. won't happen again.

empire strikes back is the greatest movie ever made. so shut the hell up, already.

i have nothing impotant to say. visit puffin-a-go-go.

first off, i would like to take a moment to formally dedicate this bipolar update to mr. bob nanna. mainly because i've stolen way too many lines out of his songs for update titles. thanks bob.

now that that's out of the way..i would also like to go on the record to say that paul may very well be correct. i think i just might need a hug. but i don't think that's gonna cut the mustard if bush actually wins. did i mention that this florida thing is really buggin' me out? and please, please, please go sign the petition to have a revote in palm beach county. that is just ridiculous. seriously.

and if you haven't noticed from the above link, puffin-a-go-go is now live. so let's welcome paul into the ranks of the people who post worthless drivel to the web. yay, paul!

i just want to note that i did not shit a honda this morning. this is a bad thing because my current one is in a very sorry state of disrepair. my brakes are so bad at this point that i think i'm going to have to start running into things to stop. "easy," you say. "get it fixed." well i would if i wasn't so absentminded. sometimes i wonder if there's a part of me that just thinks that there are some little gremlins inside there that'll fix it if i let it get broken enough. who knows?

i am in drastic need of a change in scenery. i'm really glad that we'll be heading up to chicago on friday morning to spend an entire weekend. the trip will include such blockbuster hits as: seeing the monkeywrench, eating some good chicago pizza, looking at tall buildings, and "super humongous american freakout dance party, go! go!"

new slogan if bush wins: "America! We're a Giant Freaked-Out Hellhole!"

i would just like to go on record, as early as possible, to state that i am very, very unhappy with all of this. as if my life didn't suck enough already, we have to have a frickin' moron in the whitehouse. i was depressed before, but now i'm really depressed.

on the plus side, maybe that girl i've been stressin' about will notice me, and things go happily ever after.

yeah…and maybe i'll shit a honda in the morning….

ahhh…i just went out and got a haircut. nothing makes a guy feel better than a new haircut. unless ice cream is allowed to compete. my only complaint about the haircut is that they used peppermint shampoo. i smell like a giant peppermint and let me tell you…straight peppermint and i don't get along.

i'm currently living in fear that george w. bush may be our next president. i may loan adam some money so that we can both leave the country…

but boy were those nader people on the corner funny with their reagan and bush masks on…woo boy…

the casket lottery has redesigned their webpage a little. check it out. there also releasing a special 3 song ep through the site only.

i have nothing else to say at this juncture. maybe i'll return later.

well dang. at this point yesterday i was posting like a madman…now i'm just playin' it cool, i guess. don't want to entertain anyone too much…

so i just took an extended "break." it was more like a really short lunch, but i was hungry and i normally don't go out for lunch until 2. but since i've already eaten for the day, it's lookin' like another bookstore day. maybe i'll find something that strikes my fancy this time around…

well i went to that great bastion of nutritional goodness, taco bell. i'm not even gonna put a link there. it's something that no one should have to resort to. but i thought it would be quick. and i'll be damned…i was completely wrong. taco bell at lunchtime is like…well…i wish i had something interesting to compare it to. but it was a madhouse. and you'd think that two bean burritos would be an easy dish to prepare…and i totally snaked this woman in the parking lot becuase she thought she'd be slick and back into a parking spot. well i showed her! ha!

x files was pretty good last night. we did the appropriate booing and hissing whenever robert patrick's character was on. boy they made him kinda creepy.

god i'm starting to dread this place. good thing i never work more than two days in a row. i'm off tomorrow, and then i get to head up to chicago this weekend, so everything should be damn cool, if you know what i mean.

i'll have to post something later when i'm not freezing my ass off…

just a note: the damn cookie was burnt, as well, and didn't even have a fucking fortune in it.

so "lunch" was a dud. i went to some upscale-ish chinese place down the road, decided to pick up some chicken fried rice for carry-out…man…they should have called it chicken burnt bland rice. or something similar. but i guess they wouldn't sell much of it, then. so after bombing on the food tip, i decided to hang out at the bookstore for the rest of my lunch. i wasn't looking for anything particular…maybe a new vonnegut book (i've been on a big kurt vonnegut kick for the past year, and i still haven't read cat's cradle or breakfast of champions…). i guess i was just browsing aimlessly, thinking about everything i've had on my mind lately. and that's a lot to think about…

it seems like i may have snubbed saulgoodman.com a bit hard in the past week. i didn't intend to, but i thought they were putting some really unreasonable demands on me, and i basically told them that they might want to rethink a few things. i mean…they're nice people and all, but maybe we just weren't on the same page.

i'm most definitely gonna cruise out of here early today. this place is starting to drive me nuts…

blah. i'm still at work, and i still have many, many hours left to go…considering i'm only about halfway through my shift…and man is it dead around here on a sunday.

me? well since you asked, i ate taco bell with matt and paul (be on the lookout for the puffin-a-go-go, coming soon…like later today, soon, hopefully) over at our friend brax's house. after that, they decided they were gonna drink some mickey's and watch snl. knowing that i had to work today, i opted to go home and read. let me tell you how amazing my saturday nights are. woo boy. i can hardly contain myself.

well it looks like skippy the fannypack wearing uber-geek decided to go to another desk. seems he couldn't figure out how to get his computer to work. dang. but let me tell you…it's just the damnedest thing…my work cohort, jesse, waltzed right over to it and it magically worked. make of it what you will…

wow. well hung at dawn got ripped pretty hard by a bunch of radiohead fans for their article about how bad they thought kid a sucked. read all about it here.

could my day go any slower?

damn. i love my morning coffee. i seriously don't think i could live without it. especially when i have a whackass schedule where i'm at work at 9am on a damn sunday. ugh.

i've come to realize why i don't have any interesting stories to tell anymore. it all stems from the fact that i don't ride public transportation anymore. now that i have a car, it seems i don't get stuck sitting around with the weirdest assortment of psychos on a regular basis. that is, of course, as long as you're not counting my close friends…

bob at some point got the band profiles posted over at heymercedes.com. they're a hoot, and i'm pretty sure there are some new pictures up, as well.

i have to post this to make sure i beat matt to it: mchawking.com. this is the funniest site i've found all weekend. it's even funnier considering i just found the narrator in windows2000, and we've been having a blast with that. now it comes out that steven hawking has had a budding rap career for some time. the best album title of the year: a brief history of rhyme.

great…looks like skippy the fannypack wearing wonder geek has stalked in for the morning. yay. "if i had a tumor, i'd name it marla…"

and lastly, i thought i'd start a new little feature around here. in my '87 honda accord, there's really only room to keep eight cds in the front seat. four in each door compartment. here's a list of the eight cds that have kept me company this week, in no particular order. make of this what you will:

driver side:
kerosene 454 – came by to kill me
insidious – noon in june
deftones – white pony
radiohead – kid a

passenger side:
hey mercedes – live (from transmission3000)
at the drive-in – relationship of command
bluetip – polymer
elliott – false cathedrals

now i have to pretend i'm working…