Picture Essay

This is how I feel when people talk about how bad SHSU is going to lose this weekend.

On a completely unrelated note, I saw a shirt today that said on the back, “Mom. Dad. I’m Gaelic.”


A hippopotumus is just a really cool opotumus.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I probably shouldn’t read my blog. Every time I do, I wonder why I write it. I used to do that with my diaries too. Like I need to impress myself with my diary.

Last night I watched some YouTube of Mitch Hedberg. I’d never really seen him or heard his stuff, but a lot of my friends love him and I now see why. Maybe you recognized his joke in the title line.

I’ve grown to have a love/hate relationship with this time of year. Here’s why:

The weather is beautiful. I still break a sweat walking to and from work, but it’s not the kind that soaks through my shirt and makes me feel like I’ve just been to the sauna. The wind is blowing cool air for a change, and even the squirrels and birds seem to be more chipper. Plus, it’s just a matter of time until I get to dress up in my Fall/Winter wardrobe. I probably shouldn’t call it a wardrobe so much as “the few sweaters and long sleeved shirts I own,” but it also includes my awesome collection of coats and jackets. Which I won’t need until…well, I probably won’t need any extra layers in Austin. Bummer.

But this time of year also means that almost all of the people around me are in school. Which means they have homework and exams. Which means they can’t just up and go to a Shostakovich recital with me. I’m not really complaining–I have something taking up my evenings these next few months as well. But it is sad to not have those carefree nights anymore.

I think a friend of mine is angry with me, but as she’s not returning my phone calls, I can’t be sure. Stinks.

I think a cold’s comin’

Really, I think I might be getting sick.

I want to upload my ACL pictures on Flickr, but I’m not at home right now (The horror! I’m at work!), so those will have to wait.

There’s some office drama going on right now, but thankfully I’m not involved in any way. I’m just a spectator. With ring-side seats.

The Science of Sleep is coming out tomorrow. The boyfriend doesn’t know it yet, but he’s going to go with me to that movie. I don’t think he’s going to mind. I also want to see Jet Li’s “final martial arts epic” Fearless, but I have a feeling that’s one I’ll have to see on my own. By the by, has anyone heard why this is his “final martial arts epic?” I’m desperate to know. I dig the Jet Li.

The comic at the beginning of the post was just too good not to share.

Blogger Beta

I’ve finally begun work on this thing, and what do I find out? They can’t import my old posts from Blogger Beta. I’m torn as to what to do. Should I just copy and paste the posts so that I have them available here? That way I wouldn’t have to start all over, just continue the fun.

Or do I start from scratch? I kind of like my old posts. Ahh, the decisions.

Just go here

Bush v Bush

America, the treehouse

Just read a New York Times article about the debate of the army’s “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. To refresh, the Armed Forces won’t allow openly gay men and women to enlist. They will, however, allow high school dropouts and some convicted criminals. Am I missing something here? There are homosexuals trying to get into the Army, Isn’trying! And they’re being turned away for the alternative–someone who most likely doesn’t have the same drive or ambition.

The claim is that allowing openly gay individuals will cut into morale and ‘cohesion.’ One supporter of the ban says that “people should not have to expose themselves to other persons who are sexually attracted to them.” I’m sorry, but when were straight men and women not sexually attracted to the opposite sex? Aren’t they all in “conditions of forced intimacy”? If straight men and women can learn to keep their hands off each other, I think gay men and women can learn to do the same.

I also find it odd that a country that seems to support equal opportunity employment, punishing discrimination to the point where a person who makes a derogatory joke is ostrasized, is having trouble with discrimination in a field of work that arguably needs all the people it can get. And it has citizens volunteering, citizens it’s turning away because of a sexual preference.

Some people would tell me that if I hate things here (in America) so much I should just go somewhere else. But this isn’t a treehouse in a backyard. It seems like a lot of people think of this country as such–a treehouse with a sign that says “No foreigners, gays, or critics allowed.” Hey Bush administration, if you don’t have those, you don’t have a damn country to run into the ground. Remember that.

Sorry for politics again. I’ll be out cavorting with the masses the next three days. Whoo! I know you care, so I’ll tell you who I’ll probably be seeing (bolds are ones I’m dying for):

The Dears
Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
deadboy & the Elephantmen
Wolf Parade
Gnarls Barkley
Okkervil River
Cat Power & the Memphis Rhythm Band
Thievery Corporation
Ray Lamontagne
Van Morrison (let’s hope he plays some old songs)
Murder by Death
Ben Kweller
TV on the Radio
The Shins

Aimee Mann
What Made Milwaukee Famous
String Cheese Incident
Kings of Leon
Iron and Wine
Willie Nelson

Kathleen Edwards
Jose Gonzalez
Buckwheat Zydeco
The New Pornographers
Son Volt
The Flaming Lips
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers


ACL mothas!

I’m posting this entry mainly for my friend Marci who can’t seem to remember that I’ll be rocking my booty off this week at the festival whose babies I’d like to have. I realize that sentence went a little far, but I don’t care. I’m psyched.

Austin City Limits is this weekend, and I will be there. Every day. Until my limbs can no longer move and my ears can no longer hear. I will probably be blowing weird things out of my nose for a week afterwards, if the last two years are any indication. Again, too far. Sorry.

Please go here if you are interested (or want to tell me which bands to see for you): ACL Festival.

I realize this was full entry was full of gloating. To make sure I don’t seem like I’m totally self-centered, I’ll give you this as well, courtesy of Cute Overload: