Andrew Bird has arranged to play a show in Asheville, NC, on 9/11 . So, I'm gonna make that 4 hour-drive, goddamn it, and I'm gonna see me some Andrew Bird in the hippy-hippest little mountain town in NC. It was either that, or trek all the way to fucking Atlanta. F that.

No no no.

First you take the drugs, and then you see the spiders.

Watching the spiders take the drugs just gets it all bass-ackwards.

Booze2Go!

100 Words You Should Know

Back in the day, 1980 or so, the kids in my town started using the word "decent" wherever you'd use the word "cool" (in its slang form). ex: "that's decent!" instead of "that's cool"; "deeecent!" instead of "coool!". It stopped sometime around 83 or so, IIRC.

Anyone else do that?

Where did it come from?

A harmonious deck

Yeah, this is pretty much how it went with me - except we called it "going out with", in my little town.

7th grade. I was... 12 ? I think I looked at her twice at a dance or something and somehow that constituted a binding contract. Over the next couple of days, mostly without my authorization, our representatives hashed out the details ("does he like her?", "does she like him?", "sign here"), and then it was declared that Renee and were "going out with" each other.

We talked on the phone a couple of times - well, we listened to each other watching TV and talking with family - "Sorry, my stupid mother asked me something. What are you watching?" ...five wordless minutes pass... "No! I let him out last time. Make Billy do it! Sorry, stupid dog needs to go out. I HATE that dog. I gotta go." I think we were obligated to stand near each other in the hallway before school started too. It was pretty boring.

Then sometime the next week, there was a dimly-lit room where my friend and her friend (it was her parent's room, I think!) made out. We were supposed to be making out, too, but Renee and I sat there on our half of the bed, kicking our feet, bored and embarrassed. We occasionally glanced at each other like this whole mess was all the other person's fault.

A day or so later, she "broke up with" me. That was fine with me, since I didn't know how to break up with anyone, either.

Here's a cherry tomato on a deck screw:

That guy can go rot in our luxurious penal system, eating lemon chicken for the rest of his life, for all I care. But... there's a new Spoon song ? Now that's good news!

And, actually there's a whole new Spoon album (almost) out. Sweet sweet two thousand seven.

WTF?

CompUSA sells empty box, won't refund.