Friday morning brew

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Yes, it was a simpler, more innocent time when this photo was taken. 11 am. Friday. We’d put in a hard day’s work already. And we were in a classy place. It’s not like there was a moose’s head over our table qwith panties hanging off of it. Just bras. Don’w worry.

By 4 pm, there had been whiskey, brandy and about 40 tons of tortilla chips thrown into the mix. Not to mention, we got kicked out of a restaurant that claimed it was “closed” even though the door was unlocked. Sorry. If you’re closed, lock the door, jerky.

I actually tried to tune in and watch this stupid Dead Weather Concert. And of course the moment I try to do something “normal” and “modern” like that, it blows up in my face, Jerry. The stream is all shite and jumpy. I can’t stand it.

One other thing I can’t stand is how people make videos and put them on you tube. I’m not talking about cool videos of themselves dancing in the isles at Rite Aid. I’m talking about adding stupid 90s alt rock to clips from movies and TV shows.  I know it’s easy. But it’s also pointless, people.  Ever notice how these stupid things aren’t jumpy and shite when you try to watch them? Doh ! Doh ! Doh !

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…but I’ve reluctantly become a Jack White fan. Because of him, I’ve become a fan of the Kills. He and the singer of that band have a new band called The Dead Weather. And they are streaming their new album right now. I feel like a complete nob, but this is pretty cool. Check it out while it’s there.

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So I blasted the fact that we had nachos a few days ago. They are not part of the diet we are on. Or really any diet for that matter. But, the good news is that I lost 1.4 pounds the day we had them. Really.

What I’m irritated with is meat day number 2. That was yesterday. I’m up 1.4. I’m still down nearly 5 for the week, which is good. But I’m irrritated. So irrritated I’m spelling it with an extra r.

I’m gonna try drinking like 6 million gallons of water today to see what that does. Other than keep me in the bathroom all weekend.

I know it’s bad blogging form, but I don’t take pictures of my food. I hate it when people do that and I feel filthy when I do it. So I just don’t do it. I’m too busy shoving nachos into my pie hole to get the camera out. Plus, when nachos are involved, I get so worked up that I’d probably take a bite out of my Canon and that wouldn’t do anyone any good. Well, it might slow me down for a few seconds.

Anyhoo, nachos threw me off the rails a little bit today. Granted, all I had was four bannanas and a couple glasses of milk earlier in the day. We’re on that stupid diet again where you have fruit day, vegetable day and a couple of beef days. Today is bannana and milk day. I just couldn’t handle it. We tried to get by with some shite ceasar salads. Had to have the happy hour nachos. So good. Is this bad–when we ordered them, the waiter, who remembers us because we’re such good tippers said “just one order?”

Damn you nachos!

…and if I did I would have put some thought into the title. Anyhoo, I didn’t plan to take a one-month hiatus from the blog. It just happened that way. One month to the day. I just got sick of the whole thing. I found myself wondering what the hell is the point.

Is there anything really interesting to say? I’ve asked myself this question a million times, and invariably the answer is no. But I go ahead and talk shite anyway. But over the past month, I decided to boycott my blog and facebook. Pointless, I thought. Who cares about our latest round of happy hour nachos or the fact that I’ve just got a whole bunch of new music including some Journey, Dead Weather, Kills, Dokken, Judas Priest, Swing Out Sister and Marvin Gaye among others. Some I’m genuinely interested in, others were impulse buys. (Dokken was NOT an impulse buy, in case you were wondering. I’m getting the t-shirt next.)

I’ve gotten down on the blogging thing before. Ii don’t read blogs because they pretty much make me angry. I don’t know what exactly it is that makes me angy about them. It’s not like the anger I feel when I log on to facebook and someon has 78 comments on the fact that “Yay! Friday is finally here.” I’ve never been able to put my finger on it.

So I decided to rely on my old stand-by motivation, which was that as lame as blog entries are, at least it is something “creative” I can do. I can’t use that term any more loosely. This time, though, I’m trying not to think of the entries themselves as my creative stuff. They’re more of an way to exercise my writing muscle (uh, huh huh, I said muscle) in hopes that one day I’ll write something good and/or important.

Until then, I’m gonna go rock out with my Dokken out.

They’re not jeans. They’re not pants. They’re jean pants. I’m gonna have to get me some. The price seems reasonable.

Even though I’m not a big fan of concerts anymore, I got up thinking this morning “those guys frickin’ rocked!”

Lining up outside a show is enough to put me off of seeing almost any concert. There of course was our aborted attempt to see the Arctic Monkeys last year. But this this time, we braved the line and the freak-show all around us and made it inside the Show Box at the Market.  I’m glad we did, because it was the best show I’ve seen for the past 10 years. 

I won’t bore you with a break-down of what was so awesome, other than the part toward the end where they say “alright, what song do you guys wanna hear?” and from the balcony I yell “Rifles!!!” They played rifles. It was just for me. They new I was there in my kick-ass motorcycle jacket. (I’d post a photo of that, but it’s not about me. Well, it is, but still.)

So here’s a little sample of last night’s show. I want to point out that I didn’t shoot this video.  I do so mainly because the sound is pretty bad and NOT relfective of the sound at the actual show–which was wicked awesome. I also point it out because I don’t shoot video in the rare event I go to a show. It’s too much work to even stay up that late, let alone bust out the iphone. Plus there are 900 other people shooting bad video that you can grab off youtube the next day and post to your pointless, boring blog that you’re mainly doing to make it look like you updated something and so you can see all the automatic facebook and twitter feeds activate.

What a sad little leather-jacket wearing man I’ve become in my old age.  Here’s the video.

If you weren’t at The Triangle Friday night here’s just some of what you missed:

Tom “Piano Man” Huytler’s “My Life.”
Manda Vanboxisson’s “Moon Dance”
Sheryl O’s “Maps”
Travis “High Note” Box and Jeremy “Hungreeeeeeeee” Grater’s “Hunger Strike”

Plus the bonus tracks “Broken Pint Glass at the Next Table” and “How do you do a jello shot?”

Living the Dream. Yes we were.

King Ding Dong

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I know. You’re speechless. That’s okay. I won’t say anything to ruin the moment.