Hey 2K8, shove it up your 2Kass!

As inspired by one more neck throttling trip around Ra, here's me trying to remember what 2008 did.

• Pandas risked their hearts.

After a few years of playing one or two shows every year (and those mostly being garage themed), the band actually started behaving like one. This is mostly Park's stupid fault since he joined the band this year (despite the loud, organized and actual protests from various loved ones) and injected some much needed plinkity janking and bopping.

We recorded something I actually like (I've never been fully happy with any of the other recordings [Example 1, Example 2] I've been on) in a professional manner, like a bunch of jerks. And we actually have merch now, so buy stuff...Karen and Park.

Shows have been good, and we get hit on like all day long most times. ¹

• Managed to continue not living at my parents house.

Does this deserve a bullet point? Sure it does, cause I can't remember most of the year, and shut up.

Not living at home is fantastic. Well, it's mostly entirely fantastic. It's about...it's maybe 80% fantastic. There's bills (ugh, right guys?), laundry (as if!), paying for your own food (say who?!) and not having someone around to get some soda all flat for you when you get food poisoning.

Conversely, there's drinkin' soda in the front room (sick! sick!!), NOT making the bed (get away with it?!), getting boners where/when/who ever and having a jacuzzi tub that you let get really, really dusty and not used.

Most of those were jokes I think, but it gives a good ratio. There's only one (read: two) thing(s) I do not like about my living situation, and there's no more energy in me to word vomit about that particular subject anymore.

• Hey SIDS, fuck off!

I made it all the way to 27, barely. I don't know how to feel about that as numbers are a thing I actually believe in, and 30 is for sure a number. The age 30 has the stigma of meaning "Well, you aren't young anymore so knock all that shit off. And your band is now officially a joke." 30 is right around the corner, occasionally poking it's hand out to flip me off. Uncool 30, uncool.

Now, I don't believe in fate/kismet/karma/Gawd our Lawd and Savory/Dio, but it seems as though there's some default amount of "living" I should have gotten out of the way by this age and I don't think I've pulled it off. I'm not upset with how my life has gone, but I probably should have done more with it thus far.

Showed 26 what's up though.²

• Totally had my first fever since who knowsish.

I very rarely get noticeably sick (in your face Belz), at least to the point where it's valid for me to stay home from the place that puts 0's and 1's in my bank account. I claimed that this was to balance out my seasonal allergies that made me very murderous while PA has the best weather it has all year. Wonderfully though, my allergies have been fading to almost nothing in the past 3 years and I suppose my body was due for an actual fight instead of that limp wristed allergy shit.

I was tired of not sweating at work and getting dizzy, so I got sick on mad purpose. I tried to act like I wasn't sick for about 3 days of work, but on the 4th day I kept leaking sickly salt water all over my desk and scaring the two temps who I was supposed to provide work for. Instead, I think I gave them what may or may not have been my then bosses phone number and mumbled my way to bed for two days. It was great.

Great diet tip: Get feverishly sick for a week, you'll lose 9 lbs! Not safe, but come bikini season you'll be something that ends this sentence.

• Possessions are fleeting, but not in terms of a human's life span.

I wound up gaining pwnership of some things I've been trying to get for a while. The particular guitar I now make horrible sounds with had eluded my grasp for various (read: financial) reasons, but then the government decided to give back a small portion of the money I gave them. It's a mid-level reissued Fender, but I don't care cause it sounds the way I want a guitar to sound. Once I claim this as mine, all will be perfect and discordant.

Later, my car decided to turn it's own engine into a block of useless, so I had to procure a new means of transport. And now I'll be paying for this new one until my butts is old.

I plan on using ye olde tax return to pay off the very computer I'm using nowish.

I can't really think of anything else to waste time with at the moment.

Here's a video from the last Fat Nick's Fish show, which I mentioned to Belz the other day I think? Anywho, the build up is long and just as boring as life, FF to around the 2:40 mark.




¹ The part about getting hit on, entirely untrue.
² 26 knows what it did.