okay. so. i dont think i'm going to be doing that for awhile . . .
A hearty "Thankya" goes out to all you peoples who were sock rockin enough to leave me happy b-day comments! They were much appreciated.
Speaking of rockin socks (if I should be so brave to "steal" aardvark's phrase), that's exactly what the Nine Inch Nails concert did to me on Tuesday. they rocked something fierce. hardcore. to the x-treme. and back again. to the max.
Now I'm able to cross it off my list of the three bands I have to see before I die (the other two being Marilyn Manson & Radiohead), but I need to go see NIN again, only next time with a general admission ticket and 10-inch shitkicker boots in order for me to defend myself and to give some height to my shortee ass.
They didn't play "piggy" or "something i can never have," and I know I wasn't the only one disappointed that they didn't play "sunspots." I think I probably would have preferred the mid '90s lanky, long-haired Trent over today's bodybuilding Trent with a shaved head. I sound like such a fucking nitpicker, but the truth is that I rarely leave a concert that I didn't enjoy or didn't almost bring me to tears. Weird Al Yankovic, for example, would be one of those that didn't necessarily make my soul cry in ineffable beauty.
I'm happy to say that spoonification did occur last night, but most of the evening was spent "watching" 24 while battling against the insanity that threatened to overtake my mind and senses. the insanity. so I've had better nights. oh well.
Neil Gaiman's appearance was forsook (if partook is past tense of partake then forsook is past tense of partake, dammit, regardless of what the dictionary says), but maybe I'll catch him in November.
If you're an English major who proclaims that an apt definition of Greek tragedy is a story where "something bad happens," perhaps you need to rethink your major.
What's more embarrassing: someone playing air guitar or someone playing air drums?
I'm thinking air guitar. although both look pretty damn ridiculous. and that I indulge myself with the occasional air drumming.
what another boring entry this is. I blame my parents.
A hearty "Thankya" goes out to all you peoples who were sock rockin enough to leave me happy b-day comments! They were much appreciated.
Speaking of rockin socks (if I should be so brave to "steal" aardvark's phrase), that's exactly what the Nine Inch Nails concert did to me on Tuesday. they rocked something fierce. hardcore. to the x-treme. and back again. to the max.
Now I'm able to cross it off my list of the three bands I have to see before I die (the other two being Marilyn Manson & Radiohead), but I need to go see NIN again, only next time with a general admission ticket and 10-inch shitkicker boots in order for me to defend myself and to give some height to my shortee ass.
They didn't play "piggy" or "something i can never have," and I know I wasn't the only one disappointed that they didn't play "sunspots." I think I probably would have preferred the mid '90s lanky, long-haired Trent over today's bodybuilding Trent with a shaved head. I sound like such a fucking nitpicker, but the truth is that I rarely leave a concert that I didn't enjoy or didn't almost bring me to tears. Weird Al Yankovic, for example, would be one of those that didn't necessarily make my soul cry in ineffable beauty.
I'm happy to say that spoonification did occur last night, but most of the evening was spent "watching" 24 while battling against the insanity that threatened to overtake my mind and senses. the insanity. so I've had better nights. oh well.
Neil Gaiman's appearance was forsook (if partook is past tense of partake then forsook is past tense of partake, dammit, regardless of what the dictionary says), but maybe I'll catch him in November.
If you're an English major who proclaims that an apt definition of Greek tragedy is a story where "something bad happens," perhaps you need to rethink your major.
What's more embarrassing: someone playing air guitar or someone playing air drums?
I'm thinking air guitar. although both look pretty damn ridiculous. and that I indulge myself with the occasional air drumming.
what another boring entry this is. I blame my parents.
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(i might be shavin my head though too soon. nothin to do with the Trent. i just decided that my haircut is absolute crap!)
i i'm not sure which of the two would be more embarrassing.. although, air drumming would be certainly more amusing. or maybe i just don't see enough of that...