Paranormal Activity and Muddy Dogs

Thurs: 231 lbs.

Went on a run and to the park. The dog found a big, wet, muddy puddle to role around in. Now, leaving to go catch Paranormal Activity. Spader.

Pictures and shit coming soon!

Wed: 233 lbs.

I swear to God that i will turn this blog thing into the triumphant beast it's supposed to be. Look for awesome pictures coming your way soon (i'm not computer savvy...in the least...actually, i'm kind of like that poor schlub who hits the wrong key and causes mass pandemonium on a global scale...but i can draw an awesome looking eyeball, so fuck you).

Gotta go grab some new running shoes tonight. The pair that i have smell like a compost heap that someone threw up on after a night of Indian food. Or, like burning hair and fart. And that's how i'll remember those shoes...as a big fart.

Reading:
"I Drink For A Reason" by David Cross - Funny ha-ha and funny strange! Ka-bong!

"The Family" by Jeff Sharlett - All about Christian Fundamentalism's power over the government. Absolutely terrifying.

"Choke" by Chuck Palahniuk - Better late than never.

Breaking the chains...

Fri: 234 lbs.
Sat: ???
Sun: 234 lbs.
Mon: 233 lbs.
Tues: 229 lbs.

Starting to slack on the blog-o-blog, but i'll try to remedy that. Usually my Tuesday nights consists of running, shaking my head in disbelief at my wife's fascination with fat people shows (The Biggest Loser, et al), and spending money on records. No music purchasing tonight, but i have managed to watch about 20 minutes of The Fatty McFatterson Show, so it's good to know that routine is alive and well in this house.

I'm gonna go eat some ice cream. Natch!!

My dog ate my vinyl

Wed: 229 lbs.
Thurs: 230 lbs.

My dog tried to eat my tour only 7" set by Atlas Sound. What the fuck?

...and speaking of fuck, check out the new album "Tarot Sport," by Fuck Buttons. Ambient, Krautrock inspired, electro goodness. Aahhh.

And i'm feeling good...

Fri: 233 lbs.
Sat: 234 lbs.
Sun: 234 lbs.
Mon: 233 lbs.
Tues: 229 lbs.

I ran for the first time in a week. No headache! Shit yeah! Longhorns over Sooners (barely)! Shit yeah! Saints over Giants (ass beating)! Shit yeah! Gonna go pick up the new Atlas Sound album! Shit yeah! Gotta work on the first morning of Fun Fun Fun Fest! Goddammit!

Grrrrrooooaaannnn!

Wed: dunno...headache
Thurs: 233 lbs. (with headache)

I've had a headache for over 24 hours. If it still hurts tomorrow morning, i'm going to stab myself in the forehead with a pair of scissors.

229! Yeah bitches!

Tues: 229 lbs.

Had to cut the run short today. Headaches...

Listen:
Rodriguez - "Cold Fact"
Flaming Lips - "Embryonic"
The Black Heart Procession - "Six"
The Very Best - "Warm Heart of Africa"

Watch:
"Splinter" - great arm amputation scene!
"The New York Ripper" - great razor to the nipple scene! Yechh!
"Brain Damage" - great pull your own brains out through your ear scene!

Headaches....

Brains...

Fri: 234 lbs.
Sat: 235 lbs. (Hooray beer!)
Sun: 232 lbs.
Mon: 232 lbs.

Go see "Zombieland" now! The first 5 minutes are worth the price of admission, and the rest of the film is nothing but awesome.

Wakka Wakka Wakka

Wed: 234 lbs.
Thurs: 231 lbs.

So i've been scouring through the photos on Austin360.com (since there were a couple of pics taken of myself, my wife, my brother, and my friends at ACL last weekend, and i can't find us anywhere. How, i ask, is anyone ever supposed to know we were there? How? I guess we're just not A-list material. Hrmph!

ACL 2009: Mud and Mayhem!!!

Thurs - Sun: ??? (I don't know, i was wading through people and mud at Zilker Park.)
Mon: 235 lbs. (A weekend of burritos, bratwurst, pizza, burgers, and beer...precious beer)
Tues: 233 lbs. (before running) and 230 lbs. (after running - 3 pounds of sweat, eww)

So what if i haven't run in a week, i was traipsing through the mud instead. Friday was beautiful. The re-sodded grass looked absolutely fantastic. It was like walking on a golf course. The high lights of Day 1 included The Knux, a New Orleans hip-hop duo who sampled the likes of Justice into their material (that's cool if you're techno kid like me). Daniel Johnston was awesome, and he played "True Love Will Find You In The End," which made me happy. He shook the whole performance. Nerves, i guess. He is a mental case after all. Dr. Dog also put on a good show, and i loved the testicle crushing power of Them Crooked Vultures: Josh Homme(!), Dave Groehl(!), and John Paul Fucking Jones(!!!!!!!!!!!). And the Yeah Yeah Yeah's were very yeah yeah yeah.

Saturday, the rains began. !!! sounded great, but could have used a night time slot. Grizzly Bear sound the exact same live as they do on tape. That's good and bad. Flogging Molly were as fun as any Irish punk band can be (that's a lot). And Mos Def.......was a bit of a let down. Maybe it was standing in the rain for 2 hours, maybe it was the fact i had to piss so bad that my eyes were watering, maybe it was the 30 minute late start, but i just wasn't feeling it, even with the Radiohead cover. After that, we only got to hear a couple minutes of Devotchka (who sounded great, but were subjugated to a smaller, albeit covered stage).

Sunday. Mud, mud everywhere. It smelled like a farm, and the hay that was laid out certainly added to that. We slid over to Rodriguez who was everything an older Hispanic psychedelic rocker is supposed to be. We then slipped over to The B-52's and shook our asses for 60 minutes. The Toadies actually sounded really good, and kept mostly to the old stuff. The Dirty Projectors confirmed my opinion that they're as OVER RATED as an ACC football team. The Dead Weather was a perfect soundtrack to trekking through mud, and Girl Talk had us shaking our asses for another 60 minutes. To be fair, there was also a lot of arm waving, jumping, and head nodding. Finally, Pearl Jam hit the stage and started rocking from the get go. They played "Corduroy," and that's all that really matters. Perry Farrel joined in later for some "Mountain Song."

At any rate, we were stinky, wet, sweaty, sore, and tired, but bring on the Fun Fun Fun Fest next month, and you know it's on ACL 2010! Bring it!