the aforementioned stuffed-lobster survived the weekend, but just barely.
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when i went to target this morning, i picked up a stuffed lobster squeak toy for buster. he’s been carrying it around the house for the past 4hrs.
i fear that the lobster’s sewn-on eyes wont survive the night.
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I once saw a forklift lift a crate of forks. And it was way to literal for me.
–Mitch Hedberg
your buster fix for a thursday is this picture of him hiding under my patio table w/ a plastic hanger.
you’re welcome.
my blog is broken.
thanks to everyone who called/emailed/text’d about how shitty my hosting service has been treating me lately. i’ve sent them a very stern email and when you get a stern email from me….well then you know you’ve just been sternly spoken with.
hopefully shit gets straightened out soon.
also two years ago i was a sad motherfucker and these days it’s such a contrast to how open, free and breezy life feels that i cant help but bring up posts from the past.
here’s an entry from this day in 2005. i was living alone in a 3 bedroom condo b/c i liked having the illusion that i was living a grown-up’s life even though i was feeling more alone than ever before. liz and i were friends and hanging out on a near-daily basis; we would meet for coffee in the mornings and drown ourselves in each other’s craziness.
i was such an emo bitch in those days, yet i wouldnt trade them for the world.
some may be dissapointed that it’s not a beautiful, sunny socal day.
instead, there’s a uniform blanket of grey clouds draped over the sky. it would be inaccurate to say that it is rainy–some would say it’s misty. it’s a nice change to finally have the weather agree with your mood. no condecending sun mocking you for being sad or taunting you to go outside when all you want to do is hide under the blankets. i sat outside for a while and it’s completely calm. there’s hardly a breeze and the mist is falling silently. i’m going to enjoy this perfectly beautiful weather on an otherwise imperfect day.
once upon a time—before the warehouse decided to fuck me over—i used to get to sit close to the stage at DMB shows.
i think this picture was taken from the 2nd row, stage left at the home depot center back in 2003.
i’m glad there’s ebay b/c sitting close to the stage is the only way to roll.
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buster’s newest form of entertainment is dragging the bathroom mat out into the living room. he usually waits about 10mins after i put it back in it’s rightful place before snatching it up and dragging it back out. comedy ensues when he attempts to carry the mat out his doggy-door.
buster is not good w/ shapes.
in other news, i forgot i was working in the med center today so i walked out of the house in rubber flip flops and torn jeans. every time a doc looked at me funny i was sure that i was going to be sent home w/ a note. dude, if i get sent home from medschool w/ a note one more time, my mom is gonna be so pissed.
when i came home from school i noticed that buster had lost 2 of his front baby teeth. anyone know a good dentist? i tried to get a picture but this was as close as i could come to holding his mouth open with one hand and the camera in the other.
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if you’re in a band and you’re trying to make a video for a love song, you should stop b/c “first day of my life†is perfect. showing all combinations of couples in love, bright eyes has made the definitive ‘love song video’.
you can watch it here. (stick around for the end)
in my head me and my future someone are fun and in love just like these kids::
which couple/pet are you?
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two years ago, i learned that hyphens were meant to be used exclusively with multiple adjectives. also i no longer wear the belt that i was writing about. i’ve straightened my shit out since those crazy days back in ‘05.
from april 20, 2005:
yesterday, i wore my pseudo-punk-studded belt. it’s white-trash-punk-bling and it weighs about 5 lbs. so when i wear it, i don’t take crap from people because when they catch a little glimpse of those chrome studs on my belt, they know that i can bring the rock whenever i want.
had some time to kill, so i walked over to the local mega-commercial-guitar-supercenter to play around with the fancy martin guitars that i can only day-dream about owning. the guy working in the fancy-humidity-controlled-acoustic guitar room was a nice guy and all, but he kept trying to push these crappy martin knock-offs on me. and i was all, “dude, apparently you didnt see my pseudo-punk-studded belt.†and by the look in his eye, he knew that i would bring the rock if my hand were forced and the crappy guitar-propaganda-talk ended right there.
in other news, hyphenating strings of adjectives is my new-favorite-writing-style.
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so i drove back to socal this morning and i am happy to be back in my apartment w/ buster. speaking of buster he was so wildly excited to see me that he gave me a head-butt that was filled w/ so much love that it gave me a nice cut above my eye. as i’m sitting on the couch, he’s trying to figure out a way to chew on the ice through the towel i’m using to stop the bleeding.
buster is my dog and he’s awesome. here’s a few pics of him to get you through the weekend. the first one is awesome b/c you can see buster’s might-puppy-fat-roll on his back and the second one is great b/c you can see his back paw and my crocs AT THE SAME TIME!
this may be the greatest post i’ve ever written.
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so i found out a few minutes ago that i got denied fan club tickets to BOTH of the Dave Matthews Band shows at the Hollywood Bowl.
how can this be?
i’ve been a warehouse member for a long time and a fan for even longer. when the band finds out about this fuck up they are going to be pissed.
it appears now that i will either have to *cough* up cash to the ebay crowd or skip both shows? this blows.
also here is a story about something funny that i said:
the coffee at the hotel was questionable so i walked across the street to starbucks for a fix. the nice barista greeted me at the counter and when i tried to order a tall coffee it came out *bow-wha-wha-wow-kerplunk*. on my second attempt i was much more successful and actually got out the words, “doing great, may i have a tall drip?”
after she set my coffee on the counter she asked what i swear sounded like, “would you like a picture of a coconut?”
“excuse me. i’m sorry did you ask me if i’d like a picture of a coconut?”
she replied giggling, “no i asked if you’d like a pastry or a coconut bar?”
quite convinced that she thought i was drunk, i decided to keep talking:
“no thank you, but do you have pictures of any other fruits?”
i delivered this line in my best mitch hedberg tone and everyone was laughing b/c i am hilarious or b/c they thought a drunk man had stumbled into their shoppe on a thursday afternoon.
i’m going with the funny.
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so yesterday i drove from socal to Phoenix for a CME conference and to visit a biomed lab with whom we collaborate. (I think I just totally nailed the usage of ‘whom’.)
the ASU people set me up in a marriot hotel that’s right across from the med center and in all fairness is really nice. in fact, last night i had the greateset night of sleep in months. MONTHS I tell you!
i fell asleep reading ‘fast food nation‘ and literally woke up 7hrs later when my mac woke me up from sleep. (wake up calls be damned, i’ve got a $2k alarm clock).
it was 545am; i was staring at the ceiling.
“no fucking way….oh fuck yes!”
i was so jazzed to have had an uninteruppted night’s sleep that i dropped 2 eff-bombs within 2 seconds of being awake. This was a personal best.
Throughout the rest of the day, I just couldnt get my sleep out of my head. I prepped for my talk, gave my talk, and visited Boswell Medical–all while thinking about the glory of last night’s slumber.
I really am a simple man with simple needs.
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gotta love this outro.
stick around for it.
the events of the day have left me and the rest of the world feeling so sad and alone. i’m turning off the news to reflect on the days events and to listen to a little dave.
here’s bartender from austin city limits.
to all of those struck by today’s events, please know that all of my thoughts are going out to you.
peace and love.
everyone is sitting around listening to cnn talk about don fucking imus.
news flash: he’s an old disk jockey who has a record of racism and the record shows that he hates black people. by my count this should be a 15second story: old white fucker hates black people…yeah no kidding…have you seen his cowboy hat?
the news that anderson cooper isn’t talking about is that while we’re transfixed on imus, mother’s are burying children.
shame on you.
shame on us for putting up with this bullshit.
the gravedigger is busy these days w/ children slain for a war that is as equally unjust as it is unnecessary.
shame on you premier bush. shame on you madame pelosi. shame on the republican party. shame on the democrats—you spineless fuckers.
shame on us for letting imus be the story of the day.
george, even if your god we’re real, she would fuck over your salvation with an eternity in imaginary hell for this atrocity.
the truth is that there is no god and the blood of each of the 3000+ are on our collective heads.
the reality is that we only have each other and shame on us for participating in an injustice that is literally sending hundreds of thousands of people (innocent irqqis and our best and brightest) to their graves.
the gravedigger is busy today b/c of our inaction.
shame on us.
so when i think of my life, i cant help but have a picture like this in my head.
i’ll be in my early 40’s, practicing medicine, treating patients, teaching the crazy kids who will be tomorrow’s doctors and all the while enjoying a very lucious head of hair.
i’ll be living life in love with you in a house that was built in the 30’s. we’ll have hardwood floors. our pets will run around—all the while slipping and sliding as they play. in the corner is a fireplace that we’ve spent so many nights in front of because it makes us feel so safe and warm.
our babies will play out in the backyard and ride their bikes down the block—but only as far as they’re insight.
we made such beautiful babies together. they’re you and i and they embody everything that we felt that night that we first fell in love.
we’ll have a great basement.
even before we have one piece of furniture, we’ll turn it into a wine cellar and all the while keep our promise to open a vintage bottle at least once a week because life is too short not to share a beautiful bottle with each other. this will continue even when we’re old and grey. we’ll sneak off to toast to each other while our great-grand children are opening their presents on christmas eve.
down the hall we’ll have an office that we share. i’ll crowd your space with my guitars and one too many computers. you’ll have an antique victorian desk against the window because you love how the sun feels on your face in the morning. you and you’re papa found it at the rundown local antique shoppe and he helped make it everything that you wanted. you’ll spend hours there making sure that we were putting away enough money for our babies’ college fund.
as we sit, i’ll play silly songs and ask you what you think. you’ll always say the sweetest things and make me feel like the sexiest musician of all time.
the bookcase against the wall is filled with the books we’ve read and discussed over coffee. our plans to change the world will manifest themselves in our love for our brothers and sisters. we’ll donate to the bama works foundation and volunteer at the rundown clinic on union avenue. the world will be a better place because we found each other.
this is a good, good love.
the rest of my life is just as clear as the office down the hall…second door on the right…i can see everything perfectly in my head.
now all i need is you.
i think i need to take parenting classes.
before i had buster, i never doubted my potential parenting skills.
now he’s 5months old (35 human months) and it’s like i’m taking crazy pills.
that dr.spock is full of shit!
if i dont get things under control then i fear that nothing will be left of my hand-me-down-bachelor-faux-leather couch but a pile of foam.
when i got my first pet–mork the cat–misty handled all of the discipline and i was quite content to be his “papa”, the one who would secretly feed him tortilla chips and french fries under the table.
also i weighed buster today and he’s 16.5lb.
i love him like a crazy person.
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so i get along really well with all of my neighbors. a few months ago a new couple moved into the flat upstairs. we always seem to crosspaths because they have to walk past my garden-oasis-patio to get to the parking lot.
he’s a muscle-guy complete w/ backwards cap and a soul-patch. she’s a waitress at hooters and is highly qualified for the position. highly.
each time he walks by he says hello w/greetings that have ranged from sport, bro, brother, buddy, champ, etc.
so tonight i was hanging out w/ buster and i think i was lauding buster’s puppiness when he walks by w/ his aforementioned backward cap and gym bag and he says, “hey homerun, how’s it going?”
homerun?
hearing it even made buster do that puppy-head-tilt-thing. dude, who says that?
after a few seconds of laughing to myself i realized that he can say whatever he wants because he’s rocking a hot hooter’s chick and i’m….well i have over 400 channels on cable…and a blog.
homerun, out!
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