Effluvia

This makes me hurt, it's so funny. Especially 21 And Legal. Wooo!

Audiofind is an excellent MP3 resource. It's all illegal, I'm sure, but I don't think they'll ever catch me.

Small businessmen.

A good TV article in Salon.

And another Salon article, this one about Dennis Cooper. He's all fucked up.

Bygone Days
Uncensored!

125 YEARS AGO
May 8, 1875

Yesterday's high wind blew up such clouds of dust off Main Street that ladies were unable to visit any of the stores.

This worries the Ladies of Grace Church, as they are running low on strawberries.

Siobhanorama

Vote Siobhan!

Lovely. My regularly scheduled updates get off schedule just a little and my hits sink like a Cadillac in the Mississippi. You people! There's no satisfying you, is there? I do and do for you and this is the thanks I get...

Ingrates!

So what I need to do now is write all about our music festival weekend, but I'm not really inspired to do it. We drank some beer and listened to some music, okay? Highlights included the Smithereens, 3 Doors Down, the Foo Fighters and...well, that's it, I guess. Other people did play, though. It was awfully hot and muddy down on the river, though, so we kept our actual time in Tom Lee Park to a minimum. We were joined by Troy the Exuberant Drunk from Houston and Lori, the Spanish-spouting teacher from Alabama.

At odd intervals throughout the weekend - and upon seeing hippies in town for the Widespread Panic show - Lori would burst out with a rousing "Senor Garcia esta muerte!" Then she would fling her sombrero in the air and dance around. They were good house guests.

We also saw Nelson and Monica - the People from Little Rock with Long Hair - for a brief period yesterday, and my former coworkers Shelley (who's leaving town this week) and Glen (who was celebrating GlenFest 2000 all weekend long) also made cameo appearances. It was a very busy weekend, with lots of food buying and beer drinking. I cleaned the fuck out of the house Friday night before the company arrived, so we've even got a clean house after the busy weekend.

House hunting has been wretched, though not because of Biff Handey, our agent. He's worked like a dog, printing and faxing info sheets on houses and taking us to see all manner of property.

So now I think we're gonna buy an iBook and Sonya's gonna get the convertible she's been wanting. We'll take another shot at house buying in a few months. And we'll work with Biff then, too. He's earned my business.

Sonya and James and I were sitting around last night, channel surfing, when Sonya came upon the infomercial with the two little people who are also twins.

"They're respected and successful businessmen," James observed.

I couldn't resist.

"It's a small business, though."

Sonya squirted me with the water bottle for that.

We were down in the crowd watching 3 Doors Down on Saturday afternoon. Troy and Lori were close to the edge of the crowd, James and I were standing together and Jen and Sonya had worked their way a bit closer in. 3 Doors Down (who sing some song about kryptonite that I'm still not familiar with, but apparently the kids like 'em) are rather heavy rock 'n roll, so the mosh pit broke out and bodies started to coast across the top of the crowd.

James and I were standing in front of three great big guys. They got their hands on some eighty pound teenager. James and I watched with amusement as the kid went flying well over our head and landed in the crowd six feet ahead of us.

We joined Lori and Troy on the outskirts of the crowd, all of us covered with muddy footprints. Sonya took a shoe in the face. She's tough, that Wife of mine.