So today I lost my glasses. I normally put them with my wallet and cell phone (and Dunkin Donuts coupons...anybody want to trade flatbread ones for pizza ones? I really dig the flatbread sandwiches and iced tea) so I can grab them all together in the morning, but today I couldn't find them! I was late for work trying to look for them. Luckily I have 3 pairs with the same prescription.

The pair I wore today are what we call my "Bono glasses" (because of the color of the frames, not so much the shape). I never could have pulled off this shape before, but testosterone has done some wonders on my face and I didn't look too feminine wearing these.

Boy in the ladies' room

I will get all of the totals and shipping info sorted this weekend! Sorry for the delay!


If you couldn't tell already, I have turned into quite a big Fastball fanboy. I'm about to send a bunch of their music to the music director of a new(-ish) NYC radio station. My brother and I have also discussed booking them a gig in this area. And I've e-mailed a record label about them.

I'd say Fastball is probably pretty sick of me. And everyone else is sick of me talking about Fastball.

Oh, well.

When I believe in someone, usually a band, I pimp them. With Fastball it's sort of different because they have actually had fame that others can only dream of. But they don't anymore. It breaks my heart that people can write them off as a one-hit-wonder when they've produced such fantastic music since their radio hits. And yeah, those were great songs, but what came later was even better.

But America doesn't believe in second chances. America will gladly hand you your 15 minutes of fame but will tire of you quickly and cast you aside: you had your turn, you're done now. America doesn't even care what your name is.

I have been an actual fan of Fastball for 10 years, longer than any other band, even the band I call my favorite, Oasis. It's true that I was down-and-out for a few years, but hell, so were they! I remember being heartbroken when their greatest hits came out because I was sure they were finished, and it was unclear if they were. When they released their fourth album my brother bought it and we forced our parents to listen to it when we went out to dinner.

I have so many little bitty stories about my history as a fan. (Though I've said this 100 times, anyone remember our guinea pig Tony? Where do you think Tony got his name?)

The best would be the concert on May 31st. I was so starstruck when Miles walked right by me as I contemplated a purchase at the merch table. In fact, I was so starstruck that I wouldn't even approach the band for autographs; a big fan that is quite friendly with the band actually took my CD sleeve and handed it to the band for me. When he went over I wouldn't even walk behind their instruments because I didn't want to intrude, but they all encouraged me to come over and I actually got to shake Miles' hand. I could barely speak (better than usual when I DO NOT SHUT UP; poor Dave Mustaine was a victim of that). The fact that I actually managed a conversation with Miles later is pretty amazing.

I have actually tried to follow this band around the country, but lack the financial means to do so. I could have gone on July 3rd, and did not. I regret that decision every single day.

Anyway, I'm not really sure what the purpose of this entry is. Maybe some of you will give Fastball another listen. Maybe some of you will relate to my weird feelings about bands/music/celebrities. Maybe some of you will just think I'm weird/crazy. Whatever. I'll be fine in my little fanboy world.

Today I went to my local ATM to pick up some cash for gas (gotta love the cash-only cheap stations!) and I sat for over 3 minutes waiting to use the drive-up ATM. The guy that took all that time had been sitting there before I even got there! Tell me, does it take that long to use an ATM? It's not a bank teller; it's for quick stuff! Damn, it takes me under a minute to take care of all my shit! What the hell was he doing?!

Help me pay my credit card bill! Because it's freaking last Fall's tuition!

Here's a whole pile of stuff I'm selling.

Clothing, magazines, martial arts stuff, video games, etc.
I can't dress like this anymore; I have a full-time job in an office.

( you'd never know I used to work at Hot Topic )

You know why three day weekends really rule? Three days of no shaving!



Sigh. I wish I had a chin.

Anyway, you should all go watch/listen to this.

I nearly bought a bass yesterday. I don't remember the model name, or even the model name of the Gibson bass it was imitating; I do realize that that is what the Internet is for but I'm too lazy to look it up. It's not important.

Anyway, it was an Epiphone with an SG body. Guitar Center had it on clearance for $152. I've been passively in the market for a bass for a few years now and I thought it might satisfy both my desires for my own bass and for an SG in one go. But it had some issues.

To start, it only had one pickup (it wasn't designed for more than one but it would have been nice). Then there were neck issues--lots of them. Enough that it would have probably cost the same as the guitar to get it repaired, if it could be repaired at all.

So I didn't get it.

Instead, I got a Dream Theater DVD that was also on clearance for $10.

Aha! It's been quite a while, but I am making the return to public blogging! I'm sure you're all thrilled.

There will be no friends-only posting here; I have a separate journal exclusively for that stuff.

Stay tuned for insanity.

(Also feel free to de-friend at any time.)