I'm moving to Tennessee soon.

Yes, I am as surprised or more surprised than you are.

I'll be back eventually.

It's not you, it's me.

It's really hot and humid in Tennessee. I'm here for a wedding.

I'm sitting around my friend's apartment watching Heathers. on Lifetime.

Transformers was fucking amazing. I think I'm going to see it again at imax this weekend.

I could never live here. My return flight isn't til Tuesday.

Pubsquat was the tits!

I met a bunch of people and I don't remember most of your internet names. So...come find me.

I was looking for a pen in my car so SupremePizzaMan could make a bank deposit, and this is what I found:


-About a hundred Silver Platter dollars
-toy Incredible Hulk hands (2 pair)
-cigarette lighter
-rubber monkey
-Creedence Clearwater Revival greatest hits album
-About A Boy by Nick Hornby
-6 months worth of junk mail in an old grocery bag
-How to be Good by Nick Hornby
-Walden and Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau
-Anarcho-Syndicalism, Theory and Practice by Rudolph Rocker
-Rubber ducky
-grocery bag full of thousand blank white cards
-cigarette lighter
-Guitar Hero I and II with pair of guitar controllers
-bottle of Tide laundry detergent
-tub of Laffy Taffy
-ex-girlfriend's cat toy
-pair of fuzzy 20-sided dice
-cigarette lighter
-full bag of kitty litter for ex-girlfriend's cat
-old car battery
-pair of collapsible chopsticks
-construction hard hat
-pair of vice grips
-miscellaneous trash
-iPod holder armband
-cigarette lighter
-pen cap
-retractable ball point pen

So I should probably clean my car.

I found an Elliott Smith cover of Bob Dylan's Ballad of a Thin Man. That was the highlight of my day. It's pretty awesome. What'd you do today?

Currently I'm all about drinking Dr Pepper and watching videos on Youtube. I've been doing a "youtube of the day" on myspace* recently so I dig through tons of shit to find something I think other people might be interested in. It gives me hope in humanity to know that we have so much culture and that people have gone through the trouble of putting it up to share with others; from talking cats to performances by obscure blues artists. It's pretty amazing stuff.

*Go friend me, because having a lot of myspace friends makes you cool. Especially if I am one of them. The link is in my profile somewheres.

Today I was in a public restroom, and the thought occurred to me that if there's a toilet and a urinal in the men's restroom there's probably two toilets in the women's restroom. Why can't they just put two toilets in the men's room? What if two dudes need to crap at the same time? It can't really be that much of a money saver to have that sort of setup. Maybe I think about poop too much? Probably.

I want to learn how to play guitar so that I may play this song and hope to do it half the justice that he does it:

I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna really really really never ever hear that song again.

So get this: my company sends me to San Diego to work on some equipment that I've never worked on before (let's refer to is as a PSG for the sake of clarity). Fine, they do that kind of thing all the time. There's supposed to be another guy working with me so he's probably supposed to be training me, right? I get to the building I'm supposed to be working in and I give the guy a call. He's still in Texas or something. He missed his flight, but he says that I can go ahead and get started without him. "Get started without you? I've never worked on this stuff before. I thought you were supposed to be training me?", I say to him, to which he responds, "Oh. Hrm. Why don't you call the service manager." So I call this service manager, who informs me that I was supposed to be testing some breakers attached to this PSG using some magical testing equipment that I neither have nor are (am?) trained to use. A few more hours of waiting around for the people that sent me out here to get their heads out of their asses and I found out that no one in my branch of the company has or even knows how to use this magical test equipment, and they tell me I should just go home. Awesome! One day paid vacation in San Diego with a brand new Cadillac rental to boot.

I went to an okay vegan place in Pacific Beach earlier this afternoon and to some record store in Encinitas that touted itself as the record store to visit in the San Diego area. Nice try San Diego, but I'll stick to Easy Street back home! I did pick up the new White Stripes album while I was there. Despite absolutely hating it when I first heard it a few months ago, I really like the title track. The rest of the album seems kind of meh. Like Jack got bored. I haven't listened to the last three or four songs yet, so maybe I'm in for a surprise?

Here's the video for the new song, by the way:

Working in San Diego this week. I'm looking forward to some warm weather. Maybe I can luck out and find some good food while I'm down there? No, that never happens.

Life has been sort of boring lately, but I'm finally starting to form a plan. (What?! Me, plan?) Things seems slightly less weird now.