It's easy to sing along.

I feel like a douche when I listen to Belle & Sebastian. I don't know why that is, but I had to turn down the volume today when The Boy With The Arab Strap came on my iPod so that nobody would hear. (I do the same thing with Eminem, but I don't think anyone would question that one) I still listen to it though, because I like it. So maybe that does make me a douche, I don't know. But I can accept that.

But not For The Price Of A Cup Of Tea. That one's cool.

I love to hate you.

I'm glad that I'm a much better parent than I am a pet owner. I always like my kid, but with my cat...not so consistent. One day I love her enough to buy a set of pet stairs so she can get up on the bed easier and the next day I'm telling her "I hope you choke on this" when I feed her. Granted, my son has only puked on the carpet once and my cat does it a few times a week, but still.

Prolong the stereotype.

I just had to laugh when I heard that some Berkeley students are staging a hunger strike to protest Arizona's new immigration law. That is so typical Berkeley. It's no wonder people call it Bezerkeley. Well, maybe it's only my dad that calls it that, but still. It fits.

Do you think Arizona cares if you eat, Berkeley? They don't! Nobody cares if you eat. Nobody cares if you sit in a tree for a week. Nobody cares.

Stupid Berkeley.

P.S.
Your Greek Theater is a horribly uncomfortable place to see a show.

of course, of course

Horse's mouths freak me out. People always say horses are so majestic and beautiful and yeah, they are, until they open their damn mouths. The way they can move their lips all freakishly up and to the side, what's up with that? It's too weird. I don't like it. Keep your mouth shut, horse.

as long as we screw them up less than our parents did to us, right?

I had that moment of regret last night that most parents have at some point (I think), the one where you realize you screwed up by doing something a certain way. I'm going to come clean now. Even though I hate to admit I'm not perfect.

I should never have let my son have so much control over what he eats.

Because now the damn kid won't eat anything.

Any of you who have kids knows exactly how I got into this position though. You know how frustrating it is when your kid won't eat. Have you ever listened to Louis CK? His bit about the kid not eating is right on. "Eat! You'll die if you don't eat!" And I realize that not many kids in San Jose, CA, are dying of starvation, but still. It's annoying.

Plus, I'm a very picky eater myself. So I not only understand it, I kind of deserve it. I hope he'll start eating eventually. When he hits puberty, at least. Or maybe he won't, hell, I never did. I still judge food by the way it looks. Yet I get annoyed when he does it. Go figure.

Anyway, if I had to choose a way I screwed up, I'd rather it be this than something bad. I get enough into the kid to keep him alive. And he's funny and caring and sensitive and listens to me almost all the time. So, all in all, I think we did ok.

The extent of my laziness.

Caden said he wanted me to put You Can't Always Get What You Want by the Rolling Stones on his iPod. I have that song on my hard drive...but my hard drive is upstairs.

So I bought it from iTunes.

Apparently, not walking up the stairs is worth $1.29 to me.

Best-blog-ever font.

I was talking to Latigo Flint yesterday (over a campfire as we passed a bottle of whiskey back and forth, because what other way is there to talk to Latigo Flint, right? this certainly wasn't via text. I'm sure Latigo Flint does not text.) and he brought up how Mitch Hedberg's voice doesn't come through in writing. (like...on parchment paper or something.) I suggested we need a Mitch font so that when you read "but I wanted a regular banana later so...yeah" you won't be confused about why your friend is telling you they want a banana.
This naturally led me to "bitch font" because Mitch rhymes with bitch and I thought it was funny. (because I'm totally not a bitch.) Which of course led us into a discussion about all the fonts we need in order to communicate with feeling.

The sarcasm font.
The aroused font.
The my-feelings-are-hurt font.

This could change the way we understand each other forever. Can you imagine how easy your life would be if you had an I-have-a-headache font? If you could know by the font that yes, he was in fact joking? I know that the one I would use most of all would be the I'm-making-fun-of-you-but-in-a-cute-way-because-I-really-like-you-so-you-shouldn't-be-offended font. That would really save me a lot of time in my life.

But after thinking about it, I realized this wouldn't work with most people. There wouldn't be any way of knowing if the other person was sincere in using the sincerity font. You couldn't enforce it. So, people would end up using the sympathy font or the needy font or the love font in order to manipulate people. We would still be second guessing everyone.

I suppose in the end it's easier to just stick with our current method of staring at the text, shaking our head, and ignoring it.

Double posted.

I'm going to put these pictures up here even though I put them up on the Elvis Glasses blog. I haven't been taking the glasses out with me lately, but I decided to try to get that going again. So to get things started I took them with me to the G Love show at the Catalyst in Santa Cruz and hit the ground running. Thanks to my sister I even got them back after the show. So the project continues...

oh wow.

I fucked up. I changed my template because of the whole haloscan thing going on and I lost all my links. Dude.
Not like I've been posting or anything but I thought maybe someday I would have something to say again. Maybe.
How the hell am I supposed to get those links back? That was the only thing I used this damn blog for.