Monthly Archive for February, 2001

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“When you were little, did you use the word “cock” a lot? In the town I grew up in, we all said it. For example, “Dude, your bike is SO cock! It meant like, cool, neato, thumbs up.” –Jeff Tweedy

Weekend in review:

Friday night was the Great Guinness Toast, for those of you living under a rock. This is where lots of people who are not Irish get together all around the world and toast at a synchronized time to set a world record. I am not Irish. Not even a .00009%. At least, not that I know of. Even though my middle name is Erin, it means nothing. Trust me. I know lots of girls named things like Rachel, and they are not Jewish. So, point being, The Friends (and the rest of the godforsaken planet) and I went to Murphy’s in Alexandria for this event. Apparently, the Great Guinness Toast was not well synchronized, because after toasting upstairs I went to the bathroom downstairs and that floor was toasting five minutes later. All hail me O-M, you are reading a world-record holder. Twice over even maybe! I think the highlight of the night was having a Guinness spilled down my pants. Jeans turn a disgusting shade of olive-green when someone dumps dark beer on them.

I don’t even drink Guinness.

Saturday, I went to the National Zoo. The zoo makes me sad for some of the animals. Like the hippos. They are so big and their pool is so small. Poor hippos. But I did get to see the new baby giraffe there (born on January 18th, her name is Jana) and anyone who knows me knows I think giraffes are cock. This giraffe was awesome. Giraffes are so neat because they have beautiful long eyelashes. I also saw the new pandas everyone has been making such a big deal over, and while they were cool, they were no giraffes.

How do the prairie dogs not escape? There are no fences at the Prairie Dog pit! I bet you could take one home with you.

Then came Tweedy. I’ve decided if someone ever decides to marry me, how cool would it be to have “Hesitating Beauty” playing? That Woody Guthrie and his loopy love songs. But there was a screeching girl behind me at the show, and nothing peeves me more than screeching girls. From now on, she will be referred to only as The Harpie.

Sunday was so uneventful I can’t even bother to type, but The Father and I did watch “Jackass.” And, my mom made pie.

Boring post? Yes, indeedy!

give me 3 steps…

the delta 72What a wonderful weekend! It was peaceful, relaxing, and filled with good times and great company.

Mat came up to Philly, and we spent the time doing basically nothing. But, it was the best “nothing” I’ve done in a looong time.

We caught the Delta 72 [Editor’s Note: Click the picture at right to see pictures Mat shot at the show] at the Khyber Saturday night. Great show – not so great crowd. I could have done without the drugged-out, 80’s hair rocker girls. Every single one of them, including their better-than-the-next girl’s “outfit”. I’ve never seen so many torn fishnets, bad baaad haircuts, ripped shoulder shirts, and ill-fitting clothes in one standing. But, so is the Philly scene. Or lack there of.

Went to my favorite used cd store. It was there, that we saw Dave Matthew’s Band’s new album being sold before it was actually released. Like 100 or so copies out on display. It’s not out till Tuesday! Mat brought up the ramifications of “selling before release” and we contemplated doing something about it. For a few seconds. Turn in my favorite cd store? Jepordize hundreds of Dave Matthew’s fans in my area from hearing the new album just a few days early? Halt the distribution of new releases to my used record store?!?! I think not!

The thrift store proved to be an eye-opener. Ooh, the people we saw! Ooh, the people we saw! Yes, I live in Jersey, and yes, there are some weird people out here. I’ll admit that. Townies, Locals, and just plain weirdo’s were out in full force this weekend. Not just at the thrift shop, but everywhere! Too many mullets to count on all of my fingers and toes. Too many mom’s with darker moustache’s than their sons’. Too many South-Central Jersians! Thank god I’m not “really” from here!

must I dream and always see your face

ballad of lindsay pumpkinheadIf My Life Were a Jeopardy Game my Categories Would Be:
1. Gummy Candies Around the World
2. Music 35 Year Old Gay Men Love, Besides Disco
3. John Cusack
4. The Snake River Plain
5. Who Wants to Get a Piece?
6. The Italian Renaissance
7. Tow Truck Drivers
8. Scatalogical Humor

The Deadly Sins That Will Get me in the End (in order):
1. sloth
2. gluttony
3. lust
4. envy
5. pride
6. anger
7. avarice

What Makes Me Laugh Outloud on a Daily Basis (no particular order):
1. Justin
2. Shannon
3. Mike
4. Daniel
5. The Significant Other
6. Jon Stewart
7. Women
8. One-Line emails

Hot Bods:
1. Madonna
2. Not Toni Braxton

PS Happy Weekend. Jeff Tweedy, 9:30 Club, Saturday at 9:00 pm. Damn Verizon all to hell. And happy birthday to you, KLM dahlink.