Its work from home day! This means that I am going to sit in my bed and read porn all day. Okay, not all day, but only because I plan on faking some meetings later to go buy comic books and musical shiny spiny things. However, since I am not ill with the black plague like the last time I worked from home, I will not be sleeping all day instead of working.

I am also not going to tell anyone I work with that I am at home. That way I can say, "I HAVE TO CATCH THE TRAIN HOME". Then just shut down. It will be the rule. Or maybe even the rad. I haven't decided yet.

I have been drinking every night for well over a week straight. This south side life, it is like college!
- posted by Pat @ 10:20 AM

 
In the spirit of the short post with no real point...

Things I need to do:
-Get a job that doesn't turn me into a hateful, spiteful, drunken wreck. I DO NOT like this job. I DO NOT like who I am while at this job. I NEED TO get the fuck out.
-Move out of my parents house. This is getting to me on a massive scale at this point. However, I do not want to get an apartment if I am heading to FOREIGN PARTS. That would be a WASTE OF MONEY.

Also, all of my friends in Chicago are BROKE.

And now to go help my friend move his shit out of his apartment because his girlfriend is amazingly psycho. Nothing like getting a call that starts off with, "I'm in a real bad way..." and includes references to, "cheating", "changing of the locks" and "police".

Yeah, not good times.

Oh well, this is, quite officially, nothing beer and some cursing can't solve. Like most problems.

And I lied. This post wasn't Haiku short. Just pointless. Like my life. OH THE ANGST IT FEELS SO GOOD!!

Heh. Now its good times.
- posted by Pat @ 6:37 PM

 
Dear Seattle,
You don't call. You don't write. We had so much fun getting to know each other. I know I wasn't the best you've ever had, but please. I need closure.

Seattle?



In other news, I get into fights every weekend! Okay, not really but it looks like it. Last Sunday, I played a ton of underwater hockey and busted hell outta my hand. It was all bruised and bloody. In fact, its kinda sore still. So my hand was mad busted up like I had been punching dudes and my face was all puffy because of the chlorine and getting booted in the face repeatedly. Now yesterday, I was shaving in a mad rush and sliced my lips open in three spots. Upper lip on skin and the actual red lip part on top and bottom. I probably would have gotten the bottom lip on skin except there was hair there. Its pretty cool looking, but it definetly looked like I took a massive shot to the face.

My goal is thus: to strike fear into my boss. I figure if I keep going into work every Monday with a new wound, I can convince him I'm a bar brawler and he'll fear me. Then I can do stuff like tell him I don't really want to work today, so why don't you do it. And be all menacing and stuff. Its gonna be awesome.

Also: my sister starts working tomorrow. She is going to be a barrista at a local coffee shop. She has promised to serve much sass with her overpriced cups of espresso. I hope she becomes like Dora. Sassy people are good for bantering.
- posted by Pat @ 7:11 PM

 
There is no time for pleasantries today. There is only time for build up for I have had a revelation. A revelation of nearly biblical proportions. And the revaltion is this:

Jon Spencer Blues Explosion's new album: Damage

Specifically this track: Fed Up and Low Down

People, this is a smoother, better produced Jon Spencer. All the nasty dissonance and excessive fuzz in their prior recordings is gone. Its still Raw, but its a less abrasive raw. Its still exploding with greatness, but it doesn't sound like their gear is actually having some kind of malfunction.

But I haven't gotten to the best part yet.

This song, possibly the greatest song of all time, has a featured artist. This doesn't always work, but DEAR CHRIST ABOVE does it work this time.

Featured Artist: DJ Shadow.

Let that sink in for a minute.

DJ Fucking Shadow.

What was a merely great album has now turned into one of the greatest albums of all time. Of course, I may be somewhat biased on this one as I am a huge fan of Spencer to begin with and DJ Shadow is the rule. HOWEVER, this is an edict from above:

Get this album however you can. You may make a joyful mess in your pants upon listening to this album, be ready for thoughts of nuns playing baseball during Fed Up and Low Down just to be safe, but its all worth it. Every. Last. Drop.
- posted by Pat @ 1:38 PM