There's nothing at the center of what we do.

Bored.

That's what's happening. When I was a kid and staying at my grandparent's house in Big Spring (we lived far far far away in Big Lake at that time) if we said we were bored we'd have to shell pecans.
Shelling pecans is some odd combination between child labor and torture. Bits of pecans get underneath your fingernails, skin becomes dry and cracked and starts to bleed. We had electric machines that could smash the shells and keep the meat intact, but those if we even looked at we'd break them. So we had to pick the shells apart with our tiny hands, tiny spots of blood on our Ocean Pacific t-shirts.

So, pecan death aside, I'm bored.

After I dropped my Mom off in Grand Prairie last night, I drove around for awhile. I didn't feel like going back home. Everything between Dallas and Ft. Worth seems to bleed into one another and at night everything looks the same.

Saturday we're playing at J&J's with Chief Death Rage and Little Teddly. There's a new split between Eat Avery's Bones and Koji Kondo. Great things.

The girl in front of me keeps writing the words "Why Anal Sex is Wrong" in big bold letters on an open text document. Then she plays Tetris for a few seconds, goes back, deletes the text, changes the style of font, the size, and types it again. Then back to Tetris.

I'm attending Passover next week at the synagogue I've been loosely attending,Congregation Kol Ami. This is the first holiday I've attended there and I'm anxious. Often times Passover services are extended to people that aren't Jewish (me) and I wonder how many non-Jews will be there. I've become increasingly more interested in Judaism due to class. I have certain views on religion, and although I've been raised as a Christian, I don't feel that connected to it. I feel as if I were raised more in fear of God rather than how most Christian homes were held. It wasn't quite Fire-and-Brimstone-You're-Going-to-Hell-Regardless, but more like if you do this, you'll got to hell. That's it, and the rules always changed from parent to parent (If you don't help you parents clean the garage, Jesus doesn't like that). Stuff like that. So, outside of a very late religious crisis, it almost feels like I'm actually discovering religion for the first time.

The sun burned every day. It burned Time.

How many movies this month have I watched when someone cuts their own tongue out?
Oh. I guess 2. Oldboy and Ichi The Killer.

Overcast. Rain. Cam's porch sale probably went south pretty quick. He had some decent DVD's, Ben showed up, stumbled around, bought all the Bukowski books. Seems fit.

Here are some links to keep you preocupied:
Acceptable TV
0tv
We Got Shows
All Of TV
Giant Peach
All Things Go

Plus I think somehow through the phone lines Jane gave me a sore throat. Ha. I've been drinking hot apple juice and ginseng all day. We've recorded two *new* songs, hopefully they'll be up by the end of this week.

You ain't nobody tell somebody kills you

Fuck today.

Work sucked. ESW (Educators Something Something) started today, and the store was full of people. Not like, "Hey-can-you-help-me-find-a-book-people" but like "Hey-why-don't-you-have-this-book-this-store-is-overpriced-and-horrible) the same woman who said that last bit actually ended up spending another hour there, rolling her eyes and complaining loudly, then bought a stack of books. We have trivia questions at work now that you can win stuff out of Amy D.W.'s office. Between Cole and I we got two of the questions right, but we had to stop and give everyone else a chance. We didn't get to pick out our stuff though. I think it's just a bunch of DVD's that we couldn't move or that are damaged for some reason.

But today was inspirational. After stocking romance I had a great plot for a romance novel I could write. Title: Big Baby Takes the Cake. There's a hot mom, an overweight baby, a drastic doctor, and the love interest, a model turned birthday party clown. I think it'll be hot on the shelves, and women will love clowns and then in turn the clowns will get respect.

Work takes place at the Radisson Hotel tomorrow, some kind of convention that I'll sit at a table all day and say, "Hey?! Don't want to take care of your special needs kids?! Consider DCMHMR!?" and give a pamphlet out. I'll have my laptop, my short stories to be edited, and unlimited cups of coffee.

Spring Break: BBQ's, Beer, Friends from NYC, two guys that looked like Gene and Dean Ween who cooked me chicken, A trunk full of women's clothing and a scrabble competition with Julie and Will.

Has anyone seen This? These two guys made this video, then they signed up with a Chinese cellphone company and Pepsi for a 5 year contract of them doing the same thing, but wearing the companies logo.

How can you do the moonwalk and ask a woman to dance. "Hey baby lets dance...cya later

"Brian's obligatory Christmas card to the ladies. He just signs the back Yours, Crowbar."

The Duncan Hills will wake you-From a thousand deaths-A cup of Blackened Blood

Spent the weekend listening to people scream "Dude! Spring Break!" Like they own the week. Someone sold this week to college students so they could walk around and remind people, Hey, Spring Break ( This all took place at the Minimart as Shawn rang up a couple "Bra's." They were pointing fingers and spending cash on pony kegs).

Besides Spring Break, and SXSW, there's really nothing happening. To me at least. I spent all morning with parents shopping for luggage, going through bills, what I have to pay off before I leave and what I need to pay on. There's a big problem. I might have to mull some of my options over.
Punk Bunny Christian Teenage Runaway are tonight at Haileys. Oh yeah, we'll be playing before them in all our bloody goodness. Come tonight. With Cam and I moving, who knows when we'll play again?

these things are now.

Things I Appreciate in Life:
1. Sandwiches
2. The Descendents never sucking.
3. Jane
4. Space Heaters
5. Clell Tickle: Indie Marketing Guru


Still working on the music blog name. I finally broke down and got some space bought up. Boogerbear sucked. I think it sucks now. Sorry I mentioned it to you Brian. But, you suck, so they cancelled each other out. These Things Are Now is currently numbero uno.