Someone tell Steve Parker
ODB, may you rest in peace, by which I mean may you rest in a pile of ladies and money.
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ODB, may you rest in peace, by which I mean may you rest in a pile of ladies and money.
So it looks like I haven't been posting here much. One possibility is that I'm getting deeper into the semester and thinking less about the blog. Another (more real) possibility is that this was all simply an excuse to vent about the Sox. But now, there is no more venting. There is only joy. Thus, it's been sort of a blank slate of late, and for that I apologize. Things on the radar of late:
Did I mention that for a Halloween party I went to, I was Napoleon Dynamite? Probably not. Kia's parents and sister were in town at the time, and I was a little distracted. Anyway, I was Napoleon, except I couldn't find an auburn-reddish, medium-sized afro, so I had to settle for a huge black afro instead. And I didn't think until it was too late that I should have made a t-shirt that says "Vote for Pedro". But I did have some kickass moonboots. They were perfect, so dead-on it was scary. $25 from Payless.
In all of the Red Sox-Election hubbub, I just realized that I never gave an update on my trip to San Diego for the Society for Neuroscience conference, which I'm sure you were just waiting with baited breath to hear about. Without further ado, highlights:
Since the Red Sox stunned the Yankees and crushed the Cardinals on the way to a thrilling World Series victory, I have been sorely in need of another curse to fill the empty void in my soul where the Curse of the Bambino once stood. I think I have found a suitable substitute.
Saturday I headed down to the Landing here in STL, which is a spot right along the river where lots of clubs and bars and individuals of ill-repute tend to conglomerate, to the club Mississippi Nights to see the Dresden Dolls, a band of very GOOD repute. Partially I was going because I haven't had lots of chances to see live music here, and partially I was going so my clothes would get absolutely saturated with second-hand smoke, and partially I was going because I've heard some good things about the band, and partially I was going because I went to high school and did theater with Amanda, one of the band members. They're an interesting group. It's just Amanda on keyboard and another guy on drums, and that's it. But they can make some amazing music together, and the crowd was big and very into it. I was impressed. Not only by their musical prowess and ability to generate a great sound with just drums and a keyboard, but also because they covered "Hit me baby one more time" and "War Pigs" in the same set. Back to back. Now tell me, how often do you go to a concert and hear Britney and Black Sabbath in one sitting? Yeah. "War Pigs," by the way, was phenomenal. These guys are picking up lots of steam. There were lots more people there than I thought there would be. They were also supposed to play Lollapalooza this summer, before it got canned. Be on the lookout.
To take our minds off the inevitable next four years, I submit to you: spamusement.
How can 58 MILLION people be so foolish? How is it that we have been fooled again by a man and an administration so clearly unfit to rule? In the glorious words of W himself, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, you won't be....uh....you fool......uh......we won't be fooled again." But we were. The idea that the majority of this country chose the current leader, the status quo, over ANY CHANGE AT ALL is beyond me. I can't get inside the heads of people who see things as going well. It's just absurd when you think about it.