Week of holidays and birthdays. Cheers.

a little snack in the studio…. at 6 am ha

peanut butter, jelly, mustard, ketchup, trail mix, pringles, salsa, pretzles, and cheez its

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a video of brad eating a sandwich for your viewing pleasure

Jazz is playing pleasantly in the background while out of shape men that claim to be athletes are on the television. The barkeeper sports a shirt that states “beer is not just for breakfast” and I couldn’t agree more. Ah the joys of Friday night solitude in my favorite pub.

MUSIC IS MY BLOG

WOW. I am so glad I didn’t grow up in this generation. I appreciate that they are having a good time, but this music is so empty and pathetic. Too each their own I suppose. I am guilty of enjoying some ICP in my day, so maybe that is the relative equivalent?

This is an amusing blog my friend Rick posted about a recent show cancellation here in St. Louis.

“8/4/10

KINGS OF BIRDSHIT

I’ll warn you now, if a bird shits in my mouth during the writing of this blog I am out, and this whole blog is cancelled.

I assume most people heard about the “awesome” “rock” “band” the Kings of Leon canceling their recent St. Louis show at the Riverport Amphitheater after playing only three songs because an overhead bird shit in the bass player’s mouth…

And yes, I called it Riverport. I don’t care what local business cocksuckers have been the most recent to pay to have their name on it. I think Riverport had a nicer ring to it than Becky Queen of Carpet / Wanda Princess of Tile Amphitheater. (Am I the only one that holds his breath and wishes that twat would fall off that carpet resulting in a bloody explosion of lard and plastic all over the city every time she comes on? I can’t be.)

First of all, you’re the bass player. Who gives a shit.
Second, this is a multi-million dollar amphitheater and you can’t shew away a fucking bird or instruct the bass player to move three feet to his right where he won’t get shit on?
Thirdly and most important, aren’t you guys supposed to be “rock stars”? Go gargle with some whiskey and get your ass back out there. Are your balls made of fucking Nerf?? You soft rockin’, soft livin’, softies.

If it was Ozzy he would have bitten the damn thing’s head off and gone straight into Crazy Train. Ted Nugent would have shot the bird down with a flaming arrow made of buffalo marrow and pubes from a young Persian girl’s bush. Even Bret Micheals would have had the bird captured to make another wig out of it or something. Did Bret Micheals just make you look like a bitch? I didn’t think that was even possible.

And if anyone is thinking “hey, I like Kings of Leon”, well you fucking shouldn’t… (PS- You like shitty music.) Because they don’t fucking like you. They don’t give a fuck what you paid for a ticket, what you paid for parking, how many $10 beers you bought, whether or not you had to take off work, find a sitter, how far you traveled, etc. Some bird poop got on the bass player… GOODNIGHT ST. LOUIS!

And the fans of this band are as soft as the band themselves. When shit hit the fan (not the mouth) at a Guns ‘N Roses concert back in the day everyone went apeshit, caused a full blown riot, and ripped the place apart. What did KOL fans do…? They left quietly. But ooh you better believe that they went home and wrote some really peeved updates on their twitter pages.
(Yes I realize the hypocrisy of criticizing anger being vented via internet when I am currently doing the exact same thing. I noticed too. You’re not as smart as you thought.)

That band should change their name to Kings of Ornithophobia.
“Ornithophobia” is a word that means fear of birds.
Just like “Leon” is apparently a word that means playing shitty music.

I’m gonna go listen to some GG Allin.”

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Between Two Ferns with Zach Galifianakis and Steve Carell

Zach Galifianakis sits down for a pleasant conversation with Steve Carell. Things quickly change.