Wasps are Dicks



For the past few weeks I have been seeing the occasional wasp floating about in my back yard. I figured they are part of life, and just happen to be passing through, hanging out in my lush back yard, because, well, it's just kinda nice to hang out back there.

Yesterday when I got home from work, Niki informed me that she found a wasp nest under one of the rails on our back porch. Holy crap dude! She was actually chased down by a few. Luckily I was already equipped with a can of Raid wasp killa spray, so I went into action, thirsty for wasp blood.

"I see you fuckers....BLAM!!!!"

One shot fired... I could see the wasps were pissed, yet they didn't know what the fuck just happened, so I went inside for a bit to let the mass dying commence while I sipped on a cool, refreshing ice-water. I didn't want any of those dudes trying to retaliate on my ass.

About ten minutes later I went out to check on the damage, and there was a pile of wasps and wasp pupa on the porch right below where I had sprayed. They all looked pathetic, gasping for their last breath. I started feeling bad for what I had done, but then I reminded myself that wasps are dicks.

Feeling Nostalgic




The music was way better, the food tasted better, people were nicer to each other while meadowlarks fluttered about...or something, right?

(forget the fact that I was stressed out over money all the time, my family was a bit f-ed up, the constant anguish over females caused by hormones, hating school, etc...I just block that stuff out)

Lately though, I've been feeling nostalgia for some of the music I listened to as a kid throughout my teens. That was pretty much all I had (well, at the time, that was all I thought I had). What triggered all of this nostalgia? Well, recently I stumbled upon this amazing torrent which pretty much covers every song I liked during that time period.

After making a "best of" comp of all these songs and feeling more and more nostalgia (sorry, I lost my thesaurus), I decided to finally read one of those 33 1/3 books about one of my favorite albums of all time, which is A Tribe Called Quest's "People's Instinctive Travels And the Paths of Rhythm"....terrible title, but fitting for that time, and a terrible book by the way, well not that bad. I had gotten the book a while ago and it has been gathering dust ever since, but now I felt like it was the right time to read it. I had never read any books from that series before, and I was hoping for some insight on the writing and recording process of the album more than anything else, but the book is more about one guy's trip down memory lane, when he was a teenager, and music was better, food tasted better..etc.. so this book doesn't really cover the technical aspects of the album, it is a book about nostalgia.

The book is more or less a shrine to the album, digging back to when the author was an awkward teenager with a fucked up home-life, and music was all he had..etc... and even digs back to his teenage journal when he wrote about listening to the album for the first time. Talk about a trip down memory lane...did it really come out 18+ years ago?!?!?!

Shheeesh I'm getting old...but thank god (or whoever) that I'm no longer a teenager.

heckafun



Last night's English Singles/June Brides/Baby Grand show was probably the most fun I've had at a show in a long time.

English singles are the best band in Sac, and definitely my favorite Smiller inception since Nar.

Sacramento got props for being better than Portland by the touring act...

I got to play with the June Brides!

Baby Grand REMIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!