It's In The Way That You Use It

The V.M. Gays are on tonight, and they are really fucking stupid. Friggin Hillary Duff came out with her statutory buddy and said that he introduced her to AFI, Rancid and...MORRISSEY!! How fucking gay! I bet that she has never heard a Morrissey song, and either has that douche fuck from Good Charlotte. Lame. Fucking lame. And Nelly is wearing a Batman shirt?

I heard, on JACK tonight, "It's In The Way That You Use It" by Eric Clapton. I got super pumped. I don't like a whole lot of Clapton, but that song brings me back to my childhood, and my parents big tan Delta 88 that had a spring that stuck into your butt in the back seat. Also, I heard "My Own Worst Enemy" by Lit, which brought me back to Junior year in high school when all I did was sit in my room and play Ape Escape and Civilization II. I was cool as shit.

Where Are You Now?

Cody's last supper was an interesting time. There were a bunch of people that I rather would not have seen, but it was good. I guess a frisbee with pics of the kid who laughed at Yoda on it are ok, but not that kids balls. Watching Peter hump Cody one last time was amusing, and now I have it as my wallpaper on my phone.

In other news, I am transferring to the Northtown Starbucks starting in mid-September. It is a new store, and it will not be as busy as the Maple Grove one, which is a nice change. Also, it will be nice to be in a different area. The Northtown store will be about ten minutes quicker to get to, and the customers may not be as high maintenence. I am so sick of people demanding there only be one half shot of espresso in their latte or mocha. Come the fuck on! Don't come to a coffee shop and order a $4 drink if you don't want coffee flavor. Or order a Frappuccino or something.

The Cuts:
"I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend" The Rubinoos
"Shelter From The Storm" Bob Dylan
"Sing Me Spanish Techno" The New Pornographers
"Do You Want To?" Franz Ferdinand
"Soul Meets Body" Death Cab For Cuite

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

The Bloodhound Gang have released the worst song in the history of recorded music. It is called Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo. Hey, look guys, they said FUCK in the title! The whole song is them inventing new euphamisms for sex. One involves pudding or something. I would rather eat at Old Country Buffet for the rest of my life than ever hear this shit again. I actually find the dumb shit that the Bloodhound Gang usually puts out funny, but this is just fucking painful. Oh, and this song took SIX years to put out. They were "working on" the song in 2001. Holy shit, this is bad.

She's My Tender Roni

Cody's going away party provided for some interesting moments. Christian decided to play Bobby Brown's greatest hits, which caused most of the other non-former-Farmers to clear the lane. His parents had an excpetional taco bar, which had about seven different kinds of salsa. Most of the night, Cody sauntered around to different people while this couple groped each other in the corner. It did kind of suck because I was the only person at the whole party not drinking, but it was interesting none the less.

Otherwise, it has been nothing but work, which sucks ass. I worked almost 40 hours at Starbucks this week. I got a huge ass paycheck though, which I haven't had a chance to spend.

Don't Want No Sugar Cereal, Cause It Makes My Teeth Bacterial

What happened to toys in cereal? Back in the day, there was always a sweet toy even in the lamest of cereals. Except for King Vitamin, which they gave to the welfare kids and featured a lame-ass mask on the back. The last toy I remember was that Halloween disc that Nate would play at the Farm that featured the song "Boo, I'm Gonna Scare You." The best toys ever were the Soggies and Cap'n figures that came in Cap'n Crunch back in like '85 or '86. The soggies glowed in the dark. Also, the bowls that came with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cereal were cool as hell, but the cereal tasted like stale ass. Those little nets cut the roof of your mouth worse than anything. Oh, and the Post Cereals giving out the baseball cards every Spring was really sweet also. They always had their team logos blocked out, but they were still kickass.

The Cuts:
"Where You Get Love" Matthew Sweet
"The Bitterest Pill" The Jam"
"You're Dead" Alkaline Trio
"Thunder Island" Jay Fergusson (The gayest 70s song...EVER?)

Can't Knock The Hustle For Real

WE FUCKING WON!!! A game won, without a forefit. We took the first game 14-12, with some stellar play by Nick Miller at second and a bunch of dingers by this ringer named Bill. Then we lost the second game 26-16. I tried to leg out a triple, but my visions of grandeur were quashed when the Allman Brothers looking third baseman tagged me out on my ass. So gay, but I got a few Ribbies and made a few decent plays at first. God, a win feels good. Kind of like sub-par sex.

The Cuts:
"Up On Cripple Creek" The Band
"If I Can't Change Your Mind" Sugar
"Dracula's Wedding" Andre 3000
"Step Into My Office" Belle and Sebastian

Oh, and tomorrow I have an interview with my district manager about a promotion. I am told it is merely a formality, so soon I will be getting a raise. More CDs, more food.

Indian Outlaw, Part Cherokee and Choctaw

We won the second game of the tournament (over the CPHS jocks Bomb Squad) because they didn't show up. Then we got killed by a team of 40 year old Indian dudes. Oh well, Fall League starts tomorrow. Work today was really lame. I had to work the front desk for 2 1/2 hours because no one showed up. Working front desk is the equivalent of getting it in the tailpipe by Shaq, Tommy Lee and Milton Berle one after the other. Then, my lunch was interrupted by a page telling me to check the sauna because the Hmong family that bathes each other was sitting in there naked, according to some member. After asking the patriarch if they were indeed clothed, I went back to eating my sandwich. Alas, my appetite was ruined.

Songs of the day:
"Tears Of A Clown" The English Beat
"See A Little Light" Bob Mould
"So Here We Are" Bloc Party
"Little Sister" Queens Of The Stone Age

I'm Dick Butkis

We lost the first game of our softball tourney today, 16-4. The team was made up of a bunch of fucking ex-jocks and was sponsored by some shit bar Nordeast. And when one popped up, he yelled "Fritzy." I guess you can't escape high school no matter how hard you try. And their catcher was Dustin Wagner. What the hell? CPHS has too much pull in the Brooklyn Center "D" softball league.

Quote of the game: "So, are all the other teams in your league fags too?" Jeff Hill

Givin' You The Business All Night Long

Sorry about the lack of update, but I have been busy with work and sleep and the whatnot. Lately I have been playing a lot of tennis (or 'nis as Jesse "Red" Lind called it) and some basketball. I also have been watching the "Arrested Development" Season 1 set my brother Zach bought. Fantastic purchase. Also decided to load up the ol' Ipod with some old favorites, and now I am up to over 5000 songs. Oh, and I bought Ted Leo and the Pharmacists (friggin excellent) The Dirtbombs B Sides and Rarities disc (also friggin excellent) and Spiritualized "Ladies and Gentleman, We Are Floating In Space"(haven't listened to it yet). All in all, not too interesting of a week.

Whats on it? The Cuts (for week ending 8/14/05):
"I'm Mad"-EPMD
"Raw Power"-Iggy and The Stooges
"First Day Of My Life"-Bright Eyes
"Mayonaise"-Smashing Pumpkins
"Fell On Black Days"-Soundgarden

I told you I was going old school, especially on the last two. Oh, and last night I had a dream that I was put into a jungle outpost to study nature. Then my dad yelled at my brother Aaron for buying some crappy album. He told him not to make the same mistakes that he did because he bought a Parliment album that sucked where "Bootsy was undoing George Clinton's bowtie" on the back cover.

Surrender, Surrender, But Don't Give Yourself Away

Today was a good day. I got off work an hour early and I proceded to get a Crunch Wrap Supreme from Taco Bell. The Crunch Wrap Supreme is the greatest invention known to man. There is like 50 things folded over inside a tortilla and grilled to perfection. The best T-Bell item since the invent of the Chalupa in 1999. Anyways, I also heard "Surrender" by Cheap Trick on JACK as I was driving down the parkway and, lo and behold, a golfer was in the middle of his back swing. So I laid on the horn and floored it. I got so pumped that I had to take a three hour nap.

Daddy Was A Cop On The East Side Of Chicago

My weekend was tiring. I worked 15 hours between the two jobs yesterday, eight on Saturday, and six on Friday. Still, I found some time to chill at Jeffs and have a few beers on Saturday night. It was kind of cool seeing the whole gang there. I cannot remember the last time Mok, Quade and Cody all were together. It was a good time, with many mixes bumped.

I've been broke as a joke and as corrupt as a senator, so I have been listening to a lot of weird shit due to the fact that I can't buy CDs like usual. I have been bumping mad 70s AM Gold CDs, playing shit like "The Night Chicago Died," "Billy Don't Be A Hero," and "Fooled Around and Fell In Love." This got me thinking about the current state of radio.

Back in the 70s, KDWB played everything. I found a site that has their old playlists, and Black Sabbath would be followed by Sly and the Family Stone, which would be followed by Sammy Davis Jr. Now, its all shitty rap and pop metal. Where is the variety? Another thing is that most of the bands that got radio airplay back in the day were pre-fab studio bands. They would just have the same five dudes record songs under different names. Like "Beach Baby" was by First Class, and "Hitchin A Ride" was by Vanity Fare. But it was the same band. This shit could fly today, because MTV doesn't air videos and only older bands draw good numbers touring. I wonder why no one works that angle? Oh well, stations like JACK and XM will kill terrestrial radio as we know it in the next five years.