Half Massed

Been hungover as hail today. "Replaced by a loop-pedal", from what I can make out. Thursday is freer still.

Oh, thenks for the rains... now I can crouch, slum, and watch season 5 of 6ftUnder in glorious mind-warmth. Frozen pizza, and I lurch.

Hot tubbing with styrofoam cups of Miller Lite is splendiforous.


Gon go rub toes w/ MV & EE "Creek to Creation" now... soundsaboutright.

Fishsticks and Fishscale

I need some chips, I guess.

Next new-release thinger I am supersyked for: This Heat box.

Really, all I have to talk about is cds and cheap fried foods. It's that time of the semester, if I must remind you again.

Live it. Love it.

This is what made it a great day today. It's um, really good. Homework now, talk later. Just know that this is totally available and worth it all.

B'Rain

Tick'd off yet another Monday, tho' really I should be doing some homework. I'm not sure I'll be getting to that tonight... I mean, it's rainy, which is all to perfect for continued procrastination at the hands of couch-curling, rag-reading, beer-beber-ing, etc. Oh, all right. It is Monday.

But I'm a senior.

Still.

And by that tick, I count 5 more of these Mondays. Let them worry about it.

Wastrel

Lawd, it's sunny, 50, and I'll be damned if I don't do some drinking on this fine Sunday aft'noon. DAMNED, I tell's ya.

I dunno, it's sort of an unofficial annual Rite of Spring that when I deem it a weekend-day nice enough I make a trudge over to Madcity Music Xchange. It's silly, 'cause they're really pretty damn close. Like a 10-15 minute walk. But it's in a direction I don't stroll every damn day so it seems outta the way to some lazy ass. Still, when the sun shines like this I walk the streets and check out all the kinda sad lookin' rekkid collector-types that haunt the zone. Which is no slight... I may wind up in that arena yet...

So I did just this, hooked up w/ a copy of The Notorious Byrd Brothers and a 50 pack of record sleeves, something I shoulda done long ago. Now I'm makin' cold-calls to targetted drinkin' buddies. Will it go thru? Dunno... You'll know if I write slurry blogspeak later.

Happy Spring, mofos.

The bunker

So glorious a Saturday is rarely experienced. Went for a run (keep waiting on horrid phsyique pic updates... ain'tchoo excited?) and have since sequestered myself in the living room to listen to records, nap, and dig into The Confusion. AND we still have an unwatched episode of 6 Ft. Under. Sweeeeeet.

Coming soon: A deluge of pics of my horrid physique

Gross huh? Dudes, I was not shitting when I said I was gonna start exercising again. As impetus I am posting embarrassing photos of my grody-grody every couple of weeks so y'all can cheer me on whilst cracking open another bag of Andy Capp's Hot Fries. Today was day 1. It was fucking snowing. My lungs still hurt, though it was 10 hours ago. But I'M GLAD I DID IT. Yeehaw.

Now if you'll excuse me I've got to eat a big ol' pasty and a ton of fucking cookies.

Regular Bassis

Man, it's like 7:30am. I've been up since 6:00. Wha? I was confused about it myself. Just felt awake 'n stuff. Wished I had some shorts and then I coulda kicked off my big plan to get whupped into shape. Running/sit-ups/push-ups/weights. Can't help it, I saw too many Hydroxycut ads over the weekend. And who puts all those cell phones in music videos now? MAN. That just seems overboard, with all the close-ups and such.

But yeah, feelin' rejuveniled. Now doin' mental stretches to put my nose back to the brainstone for 7 weeks mas. Ugh. I need Successories posters, dammit. And coffee.

Corduroy blueprints forever

Oh that coffee-buzz is strong and plenty "psychedelic" if I lean into it right: I feel slothy and amplified, like ping-pong stereo-panning billiard balls bouncing through that slushy ghost-slop we've been sliding through a couple-odd days now.

Today we get sun, tomorrow maybe nun.

It's highly possible. This end-of-season fuck-withery is just the straight downer. YOU JUST DON'T KNOW. So tonight I escape town for the weekend. Head to the bluffs, the Mississippi. No less Wisco, but more homey. 'Cause it's a home, not an apartment. With cable. And wine.

La Crosse Livin', Let there be VH1

Road music, intended:

• The Kinks - Arthur & Village Green Pres. Society
• Ghostface - Supreme Clientele
• Eightball & MJG - In Our Lifetime
• Dylan - Basement Tapes
  

cr0wn'd

Massive Spring Break cleaning activities have left me feelin' lighter 'n tighter. But not brighter: damn the overcastity is nas-tay. And the wind! Bitch bitch bitch. Moan.

Fortunately I've got remediez. After a few listens, Mark Tucker's ode to love and auto, Batstew, finally rips my neural network to shreds and replugs the pistons with cotton candy bushing. Makes one happy. "Whiiiiiich waaaaas BEEF STROGANOFF!" indeed...

Savage beasts, have you no hardware? All fuckin' snowed in out today and basement grunt will be all the sadder for it. Huzzah?

Flagellaporn

Last Spring Break Ever means going out on Sunday nite even if I do have a late lab report to finish up for tomorrow. I got my hair cut yesterday, shortly after discovering how easy it was to reach Lynchian heights (or is it Wish Troll lows?) and shit if I ain't excited for the new Pantene Pro-V (is for Velveeta-soft) in the shower (sorry Bumble&bumble, I can't afford you and $45 Les Rallizes Denudes boot LPs)...

Anyswayze, now it's off to work and such and then, to paraphrase the Dipset, NO HOMEWORK. Righteous and sure to lead to no-goodnikness.

Sprung'd

What you see above is one of the major reasons that posts haven't been excreted over that past week. That, my friends, is an agarose gel from an electrophoresis run to test on the presence of GFPuv and pTrcHis vector from a BamHI digestion. Or so I am told. Wikipedia is helping me out with this one, since my note-taking is sloppy and basically everything winds up being pen-drawn imaginary band logos anyways.

But yeah, I am back. After having not touched a drop of alcohol for 7 straight days 'cause I'm responsible like dat I had a burgeoning good time last night. Apparently Steve is the newest addition to the Genna's barback fam and having him soberly clean up my empties was a touching thing to behold. Not to mention light-jacket weather showing up pretty damn quickly (and most likely temporarily) and you've got a good kickoff for SB2006: Tha Hex'd Episode. Plans? Maibock, 1500 pages of pleasure-reading, closet-cleaning, vinyl-listening, and yeah... a little homework. So what the fuck am I typing for? It's beeeeeyoootiful out thar. OUT.

I have done one word of homework tonight.

My lab report has looked like this for the past 4 hours:

Introduction


On the other hand, I have eaten 1/2 a fried chicken and watched 2 hours of Six Feet Under. And now I am going to go out.

Responsibility at this point of the winter in Wisconsin just cannot be accepted, tolerated or imagined. BOOZETIME.

Illest of all time

Ugh. Self restraint needs to do a little beefing up in these parts. Now all I gots is a hangover and the nagging feeling that I didn't do any lab reportage last night. I did manage to get some next-level faded, though this week I managed not to throw any bandmates through the doors of Aaron's roomates. Step in the right direction? Perhaps.

Still, where that leaves me is with one very unfortunate weekend looming large. No way can I get away with not working on class-stuff (1) tonight (2) tomorrow (3) Sunday and (4) pretty much every day until Spring Break.

Redeeming factors are two-fold, and my what folds they are! I have enormous reserves of unlistened-to musix to make lab reportin' seem slightly less so, and Monsieur Dave Jeezy is in town for the weekend slangin' trap rhymes and mebbe painting the town clown.

Now on to my pressing malarkie

Broken Internet

The internet has crapped out at my house and I ain't blogging at work (except for right now), so be patient and my wisdom shall spew forth once again very soon. I hope.