Mostly Semantics

You know what I love about this? That I don’t have to come up with titles. Or, I mean, I guess I could, that’s not a rule or anything, but… once this trope got started I felt compelled to see it through. Actually, not unlike the fast itself. Also love that I was completely right about this being blogger gold. I singlehandedly set our blog’s hit record last week (yes, singlehandedly - nobody else ever writes here anymore. Layabouts.) Today/yesterday (Monday) I set the single-day record. The people love the poop stories. And the reckless behavior. And it’s definitely not that I just posted every day. It’s the borderline crazy plan being executed! I see now - act out, be famous. I’ll see y’all in rehab. Oh, I *did* have my first work poop today. Sort of. I was there late and felt the usual evening urge, but as usual, only a phantom poop. *sigh*. Phantom poops at work are much worse, because no reading material. I’d wait it out for awhile at home, browsing the Sporting News (the rolls royce of bathroom reading), but a minute or two at work and I’m closing up shop. Scale this morning said 348.

Also, tonight, I got to see Bishop Allen for, I think, the fourth time? They played for 45 minutes, plus a two-song encore, so, not nearly long enough, but… man, still so satisfying. We were right up at the front, like, second row of people. They were just as tight and fun as ever, I hardly even know what else to say. It was a little weird having just watched Justin Rice’s movie, I guess. A little. But mostly they were just excellent. Ever just have a band like that that really hits your sweet spot, but they’re still relatively small-scale and they’re either local or from nearby and so they play every few months and you always go see them and you listen to them in the interim whenever you feel down or you just are sick of listening to new music and want something you know will sound good? In high school that band, for me, was The Gadjits, but now it’s Bishop Allen. Never change, Bishop Allen, never change.

Well, first ‘interesting’ poop today. I mean… not really, but. I woke up and drank my salt water, then I went back to bed, but since I had already slept ’til noon, I was ready to read rather than sleep more. I was near the end of the book I was reading, and I definitely was just holding it in for too long as I wanted to finish. As I read the last sentence I practically ran to my bathroom and just barely managed to position myself before dumping out. The salt water is running through me like a sieve at this point - 15-20 minutes and it’s time.
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Oh man, not so much to report today. I slept in, as it’s Saturday, and laid around most of the day, so only had 6 servings of the lemonade. Got the juicer up and running today, and let me say, it is fucking incredible. It’s also moving here with the new roommate (who, btw, how do you not have a blog name yet? Let’s ponder this.) and I can’t wait to be done with this so I can see what it does to, oh, fucking everything. (more…)

So, a quick gmail search indicates that I finally listened to Los Campesinos! (punctuation theirs) on about April 24th. I was basically immediately in love and when I realized they’d be in town tonight, I was gonna go, regardless of the facts that 1) there are shows the next two nights as well and 2) apparently, nobody else cares about them. Well, I went into today thinking that was the case, thankfully Caseus’s/Tweaks’s new roommate is the shit and decided to come with, bringing along her northlander friend.

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