Friday, June 29, 2001

Jen

Oh yes it's ladies night, oh what a night.

Isn't that the best scene from the Wedding Singer? Anyway, the ladies of Ok are holding down the fort yet another day.

This happened to me a couple of days ago, but Barb found it so funny yesterday that she suggested I write it out for the blog. So here’s what happened. On Sunday night, I bought 2 apples and 3 bananas to bring to work as a snack. Well on Wednesday, I go to get a banana, and there is only one left. I ate one on Monday, so it means someone else in the office ate the second one. Now, I really could care less that someone ate the banana, but I just wanted to know who did it. Plain curiosity.

My first thought is that Janet ate it. I know that Barb hates bananas and since the banana was gone Wednesday morning before Tim was in, Janet was the only one left to eat it.

Anyway, I’m at my desk, with the banana laying on the plastic bag that it came in and Janet comes up to me and we start talking. All of the sudden she just stops and stares at my banana. This is what I think she must be thinking. “Oh shit, I ate that banana this morning and it was Jen’s. “ or “Why the hell is she eating my banana?” See, I love Janet, but I could easily see her taking it and not realizing it wasn’t hers. So, I asked her if she was ok, well, because she was staring at my banana, and she says, “Yeah, I’m just spaced out today because I didn’t get a lot of sleep.”

Ok, so maybe I tell the story better in person.

I finally got to see little Rosa Giesfeldt last night. She is so cute, and she has the biggest eyes. Imagine this tiny little kitty head and big owl eyes. So adorable. We need to get a photo section of this webpage up. That way we can post photos of Rosa, Dylan and Bean. We’ll put some humans on there too. Greg, I know you are busy* in Cincinnati, but when you get back, can we work on that?

And yes, we did make some purchases, although I wish I had picked up that hard to find import of Limp Bizkit.*

Today is the office outing to the Taste of Chicago. I’m excited, because we’ll be out of the office and lunch is much longer than an hour. Excellent.

So, who wants to see George Clinton tonight? He’s playing at the Taste for free. The line up for the week is pretty cool. Zach- you’d be interested in this. Wilco is playing on Thursday. I was thinking about going. I know the Go Go’s are playing next Saturday. Oh, but wait. I’ve saved the best for last. Guess who is playing on Monday night? The king of cheese.** He even left his Vegas show to come to Chicago.

It looks like this may be my only blog of the day. I’ll try to chime in later.

*Sarcastic.
**not literally. Although he is the king of something.

Becky

FRIDAY!!

Okay, I am happing cuz the week has been s-l-o-w and I just need to make it 3 hours more. I think I can, I think I can......

Tonight I am going to see a little comedy called "Slaughterhouse 5, Cattle 0" at Second City so that should be fun, you know, zomething zifferent (oh wait, that's zima).

We had a good time doing some shopping yesterday-both of us making purchases at Reckless, but not purchasing any clothes (this was very important for me cause I have very little willpower at times).

you can feel it all over, you can feel it all over people

Thursday, June 28, 2001

Jen

I just had lunch with Tina and it was very cool. I got all weepy eyed when we talked about her and Jer moving, but I didn’t want to show it. I know she’s nervous enough about moving. I’m sure the last thing she needs is to see me cry.

On a lighter note, I’ve been remembering all my dreams for the past three nights, and my mind is all jumbled due to the random dream material I remember at weird occasions. For example, this morning, when Bill called in from Italy to check on he office, I remembered dreaming about speaking to Bill on the phone and asking for a half day on July 3rd. The night before, I had this dream that I had to catch this train and Pat and I were running late, and I packed all these clothes for the trip and nothing matched. He gave me this ticket that I could use for the month and have it take me anywhere, but I said all I needed it for was the trip there and back. I have no idea where there is. Of course, there is the birthday dream I had Sunday morning. There was another dream to, where I don’t really remember much besides the color blue. So there you have it. Anyway, I found this website and it’s pretty cool. I don’t know how accurate it is, but I like what I see! Here are some of the keywords I typed in, and here are the results:

-birthday-
Whether you dream about your own or someone else's, this means good luck for you.

-red-
A mixture of vivid colors signifies coming success. Individual colors hold their own meanings. Blue indicates an end to your worries, possibly with help from someone else. Black is a bad omen unless you were dreaming of a funeral. In that case, it means success - particularly in your love life. Brown stands for luck with money. Bright red is a warning to watch your temper while deep red means you'll be getting good news. Green predicts travel or news from far away. Gray means you'll be "on hold" for awhile. Lavender or mauve predicts a passing sadness. Orange means your plans will be delayed. Pink predicts success beyond your expectations. Purple forecasts a happy upswing in your social life. Yellow predicts you'll have to take a couple steps back before you can move forward. And white promises success in all endeavors.

-late-
If you were the one who was late in the dream, your conscience is telling you not to make promises you can't keep. If other people were late, watch your spending for awhile.

-clothing-
This is a contrary dream. If you were shabbily dressed, or even naked, it's a good omen. But if you were dressed elegantly, it's a sign that trouble is coming your way. For a really accurate interpretation, you need to take the color of the clothing into account.

-telephone-
A dream about using the telephone should serve as a wake-up call. You have a secret rival, and it's someone you would never suspect. If the phone was out of order, you will receive some sad news. Answering a ringing telephone is an indication that the next few days will be full of annoyances.

Hmmm. I still have no idea.

why blogger why do you make me do it twice?

Becky

Rosa's new favorite toy: a plastic garbage bag.

The good thing is that I work for a company that makes garbage bags so I can get as many as I want, but its always a surprise to find a garbage bag in your bed.

Greg is in the air right now probably somewhere over Indiana. Hopefully he will bring good luck to the cubbies as they battle the reds.

I am not sure what is going on tonight but I think that Green Bean Casserole is in store. yum. Greg's scared of it, although he is also scared of spiders and grapes and many other things.

ps-musical review: new Jimmy Eat World = good. new Travis also = good, especially after a few listenings-Flowers in the Window is pure pop bliss and the two "secret" tracks are beatle-mania and I love it!

Jen

You get the car; I’ll get the night off. We’ll get the chance to take the world apart and figure out how it works. Don’t let me know what you find out.*

On Saturday, Zach is moving out. BOO! It was so cool having him around for a month. God how June flew by! Back to the old scheme of things, at least until August when I finally get myself out of that apartment and into a new, better place with the new roomie, Gant. Cool.

Last nice was pretty cool, and strange. I got to hang out with Zach (proabably one of the last times in this apartment), and after he went to sleep, Pat stopped by to drop of my Nintendo** and my glasses. Pat couldn’t stay long because he was going back to the P’s for a few nights. Then Jared called, and before I knew it, I was at Lazo’s with a bunch of strange people***, Gant and Jared. I didn’t order anything. It was pretty pointless even being there, but G and I had much discussing and planning to do. The official calling and apt. search starts today. Operation: Apartment started officially on June 13. We have until August. Either that or I move home for awhile.****

Speaking of starting dates, this little blog started back on March 21, 2001, a little over three months ago. Since I missed the actual day of our anniversary, it’s pointless to wish the blog a belated anniversary. So I will just say to you, blog: “The past three have been cool.” Yo.****

*In honor of Built to Spill - and the new link I just added.
**Since I spend more time at Pat’s place, we move the Nintendo with us. Yes, we are big Losers (with a capital L).
***First they are ignoring me, and then as soon as I prove to know something about music, I can’t get them, or shall I say, the facial piercing driver of the car, to shut up. He actually told a cab driver, who was being an arse anyway, “Son, get off the phone.” I believe the cab driver was older than he. Is “hole” the correct word for him? Yes.
****EEK! No freakin’ way!
*****I added that because lately, I have been spending a lot of time with Chris. I think he puts “yo” after every sentence.

Becky

WKRP in Cincinatti

Greg is going to meet up with Loni Anderson tonight, that slut.

Today is Thursday and that is good. Do I have any work to do? No. Do I want to find work to do? No. It should be an interesting day........

Wednesday, June 27, 2001

Becky

Greg wins!! Greg wins!! well, 2 out of three that is. sometimes I just can't believe that savory is not more popular-I try to use it in 75% of my cooking.

The answer to #2 is .......fennel!

More exciting quizzes to come although they might have to start being about packaging and extrusion and other things that go into making bags. but as my dad says you learn a new thing every day.

Jen

Wow, y'all are hellbound for a poster!

Due to the beautiful day, I sat on the lawn for lunch. I saw some crazy things . . . 1) a big, very hairy belly. Eww. 2) A group of young punk rock kids, with their leader “Mr. J,” a thirty something, bald, tattooed all over, guy. They hung out in the park for about five minutes and then left. 3) A minute later, I see a bunch of boy scouts, in the full get up- the hats, scarves and tanish outfits, do the same thing Mr. J and his boys just did. 4) Someone’s* napkin escape from their lunch, fly across the lawn and then attach itself to the back of someone else’s shirt.

Guess who wrote me back!!! Jon from the Fugazi show! Little did I know whom I was writing to. I did a little research on the internet. Jon Resh runs Viper Press, an independent “small graphic design and publishing company comprised of Jon and one soon-to-be intern.” I knew his name looked familiar . . . I was reading the Tribune and I saw an article about Indie Rock and Jon’s Book, Amped: Notes from a Go- Nowhere Punk Band, was mentioned. If you go to the above website, you can check it out. Pretty cool, eh? Well, in my e-mail, I asked about Viper Press and what kind of things they publish (like photos!). I had this idea about taking excerpts from all of the different blogs and publishing some sort of book . . . I dunno, maybe I’m thinking/talking out of my arsehole. Point being, the idea is out there for me. Jon is still pretty set on meeting so I can a) get the Fugazi show posters we are so “hellbound” for, and b) maybe I can tell him my ideas and show him my work. He seemed like a really cool guy . . . It’s worth a shot. More on this in the future.

PS Thanks Greg, for ruining all the fun of the spice guessing game. BOO! I might have gotten one!

*me

i think that one of the spices is savory and another one is horseradish. but the middle one is causing me problems. is it cumin?

Hints for the three spices used the least:

-one involves an ingredient used in bob's favorite sauce at FTG.

-another one I think is used in rye bread and I think that your dad wanted us to put this in homeade sausage

-the last one starts with the letter "S" and sounds like a description of food more than a spice.

good luck people

Jen

What happened to tripod?!?!

Seriously, I don’t think Becky and I can be friends anymore after yesterday’s incident. I think she is bringing me down in yoga. So, it’s 8:55 and class is supposed to be over at 9, even though it never is, and Crazy Mary is like, "let’s do headstands!" Usually, we do tripods first and then if you can do a headstand, which I can’t, you go ahead and do one. End of story. Well, last night, we skip tripod all together, and we go straight into practicing for a headstand. From the get go, Mary is telling Becky that her elbows are too far apart for the pose. We all move to the wall to do the pose and again, Mary tells Beck about her elbows. Becky then starts making jokes about how Mary has been riding her from the beginning and how she used to call her Beth back then and of course I’m laughing because well, it’s funny. So, Mary yells at both of us for not paying attention. We all try to go into the pose and Becky does some weird leg kick thing to get into the pose (I did it too, but didn’t get caught) and Mary yells at her from across the room, “Becky! Don’t do that! You could endanger the person next to you!” Becky got a talking to after that .. . if you know what I mean.

So now we are banned from yoga.*

Spices, hmmm. I think I know about ten spices total. What would be at the bottom of the list? Poppy Seeds? I mean, what else do you do with those besides put them on rolls?* Is that even a spice? I suck at this game.

Hints, I need hints.

*Kidding.
*Are you thinking of drugs? Bad reader!

Walter Sobchak: Saturday, Donny, is shabbas, the Jewish day of rest. That means I don't work, I don't drive a car, I don't fucking ride in a car, I don't handle money, I don't turn on the oven, and I sure as shit don't fucking roll!

ahh, the labowski.

a similar story to liz's roach one, on friday we were moving all our new stuff into our offices. while i was taking a back route to my old cube to get some stuff, i noticed a fairly large spider dangling from it's web in the middle of my path. i, being the biggest wuss in the world, emitted a strange yelping noise and jumped backwards. determined not to be stopped by the spider, i pressed myself up against the wall as hard as i could and slid by him. i took an alternate path back to my office. what's the moral of the story? i'm a gosh-darned scaredy-pants and there ain't nuthin you can do about it.

1 hour till baseball. 3 hours till home.

Becky

Trivia for the day:

Did you know that about 80% of spices are used in fewer than 10% of recipes? This is based on recipes from 107 traditional cookbooks from 36 countries.

Question for you:

What three spices are at the bottom of the list? (greg and jen I expect some guesses!) hints to follow.

come on david sing me something that i know

daley finally picked someone to run the chicago schools. check it out here. the guy is actually an educator and that excites me. sorry to bore you guys with school talk, but you care. i swear you care.

i think i can help you out with the wine drinking, beck.

Becky

What's new pussycat? Whoa whoa whooaaaa.........

Don't you just love Tom Jones? You have to if you are Welsh, its the law. Same thing with Shirley "Big Spender" Bassey.

Yoga last night was good, but I did get in trouble at the end of class. I've decided that I am the class clown of our yoga class and Mary loves to pick on me. Jen, you can tell the story.

Rosa was on a tear last night again around the apartment. Did I tell you that her new favorite toy is a cork? I had to take the cork away from her the other night cause she was batting it against the wall at like 3 am. Do you have no respect for your owner who is trying to sleep? the good part is that I never have to buy her a toy again, I just have to drink a lot of wine.

Tuesday, June 26, 2001

Jen

Has anyone tried snood yet? I cannot stop playing it. As Barb said, there are worse things to be addicted to. Do not download the game unless you have your own office*, or you are at home. I have to sneak in games here at work, because my desk is free standing- no walls, nothing. When Bill comes back, I know I'll go through withdrawal. I’d put it on my computer at home, but it’s a complete pos** and the game probably wouldn’t run as smoothly.

Little bendy man is in half moon pose in honor of yoga tonight. I’m thinking I’ll have to change his asana tomorrow because he keeps falling down. Speaking of yoga, it will be hot in there tonight! I wonder if the two pregnant ladies will be in. If I had to carry all that extra weight in this heat, I’d be at home, in front of the a/c vent.

I ran into Typhoid Mary*** in the ladies room. AND again, she did not wash her hands. How freakin’ hard is it to go to the crazy soap dispenser, get soap all over your clothes**** and wash your god forsaken hands!!!! I don’t even want to touch the door handle after she leaves. It’s just gross. WASH YOUR HANDS!!!! Didn’t her mom teach her anything?

Actually, Typhoid Mary has all sorts of stuff going on in this office area. Our little office shares a floor with this investment firm next door. She works for them.***** Anyway, Barb ran into her and some older investment broker in the hallway, and he had his hand on her butt. They scattered as soon as they saw Barb. Gossip, gossip, gossip!

*Whatevs, Greg.
**Piece of shit
***Notice the amount of Mary’s blogged about. Actually, we don’t know if Mary is her real name, but Barb calls her that.
****Refer to blog of yesterday, where the stupid dispenser got soap on my arm.
*****Good thing!

Becky

What would Xena do?

I ask myself this question very often. But not as often as a certain person who parks on my street whose car bears this sticker. In Chicago, you see interesting things every day.

can you turn me off, just a second please

i was riding los el in today and this girl was sitting next to me reading a buffy the vampire slayer book. notice that i said reading. watching buffy the vampire slayer, a trashy campy drama/comedy on the wb, is one thing, but to be so involved in it that you would read the book? i mean there are so many better guilty pleasures in the literary field. buffy. what's next, is william shatner gonna write a book? damn.

i am so ready to go to Cincinnati. it's kinda weird that i'm so ready to go to Cincinnati, but i am going to watch some baseball. so that helps.

i added a link to the new topography. i really like her blog. you should too.

what's up with the king's nuts? is it officially gone? why do i keep writing in short sentences? what the hell is wrong with me?

me and beck got the magic boots that let you walk on water yesterday in the adventures of link (can't you read german?). we're more powerful than jesus now. i'm starting my own religion. he is our god.

work!! work i say!!

Jen

I had this dream on Sunday morning: I’m sleeping, and someone wakes me up (I can’t remember who they are). I’m in Pat’s room, but everything, like the sheets and walls are soft shades of red. Anyway, this person tells me it’s my birthday- that is it the 24th. I say, “really? It’s my birthday? The person replies, ”Yeah, today, June 24th.” I have to stop and think when my birthday is. So I reply back, “no you idiot, my birthday is August 24th, not June.” Then I really woke up. Sunday was June 24th. Does this mean that I’m paranoid enough about my birthday that I have to think about it two months in advance?*

Anywho, I heard some interesting news this morning, but I can’t say what it is.** Greg, did you tell Becky?

Also this morning, I got my Built to Spill tickets that are on sale NOW! There is a Thursday night and Friday night show. I have no idea why neither of these shows have sold out, but I’m assuming that it will happen soon. I’m also thinking that I may not be able to even go to the show, because I’ll probably still be in Nevada.*** I wonder if there is a way for me to fly home just for the show, and then fly back to Las Vegas the following day. Where would I get the money to do such a trip? Hmmm.

Ok, I have to go and grab some lunch.

PS TicketMaster is a rip. Avoid it at all costs!!!!! Go to Clubhouse, like I should have.

*I’m only going to be 23. That’s nothing! Right?
**Besides the fact that they serve a full Irish Breakfast at the bar by Beck’s place. I am so there.
***My parents are moving to Las Vegas in September, and I am going with them to help get them settled. My goal was to stay out there for a couple of weeks, living Caito style, but I can’t miss Built to Spill!

Becky

A left from the right lane? you can't do that!

That's what I said this morning when some guy almost plowed into me when he realized he had to turn left on Webster to get to the expressway. I gave him one of those "what the hell are you doing?" looks with my arms up in the air. yeah, he was scared.

Cubs win! Cubs win! enough said.

Last night we found out the the pub down the street from my apt. has a full on Irish Breakfast that they serve on the weekends. I was a little nervous at first because it didn't include baked beans, but then I saw you can get them as a side order. The breakfast is not complete without the beans! c'mon people!

yum.

Monday, June 25, 2001

Jen

I am addicted to snood. I can't stop playing it!!! Thanks a lot, Jared!

Jen

There is this soap dispenser in the ladies room that always squirts soap on me, such as on my arms, shirt or pants/skirt, rather than on my hands. Actually, it is more like 70% of the time, it is on my hands, 30% elsewhere. At any rate, I still go back to the same dispenser and sink. Today, I got soap “dispensed” on to my forearm. I’m like Bart in that Simpsons episode where Lisa wants to get back at Bart for throwing her gargantuan* sized tomato at Principal Skinner. Anyway, Lisa’s new experiment is to prove that a hamster is smarter than her brother. There is this cupcake on the counter and even though Bart gets shocked every time he touches it, he still goes for it. You’d think that I’d avoid it and find a new favorite sink to use, but I don’t. Yes, we are creatures of habit.**

Back to the Fugazi show. Shellac played first and unfortunately, we missed most of them because we thought The EX was opening. Coin toss maybe? Anyway, I think the Congress may be too big of a venue for Shellac. Not because they can’t fill it up, because I’m sure they can. More for the fact that they are a very intense band. I saw them on new Years Day at the Fireside back in 1998, I think, and the small venue just added to how intense they are live. It was an incredible show.

The EX was very good. I didn’t know what to expect. I’m not sure if I’d pick up an album or not, but I enjoyed their music none the less. Cool thing about The EX? Chick drummer.

Fugazi! There was a lot of rock, a knocked over amp and two encores. I was happy that I got to hear “Break.” I love that song.

Here’s a funny little story that happened to Pat and I. So we are at the DC booth and they are giving away free show posters. Well, by time we get there, they are all gone.

Guy at booth: Sorry guys, we are all out of posters. We weren’t expecting to run out of them so soon. Are you coming tomorrow?
Jen and Pat: No.
Guy at booth: Hmm, you guys live in Chicago?
Pat: Yeah.
Guy at booth: I’m John (offers hand) you are?
Jen: Jen.
Pat: Patrick***
John: Here’s my business card. Just e-mail me and I can mail you the poster . . . or we can meet up! (long pause as he sees Pat and I give each other “this is a very odd man” look) . . . or I can mail them.

Woah. Meet up to just give us posters? He was a very nice and cool guy, though. I’m going to e-mail him today. I’ll let you know how it goes.

*I just love this word.
**Or is it because we never learn?
***So formal.

whatever you've been told, don't turn to God because you're cold.

i like k's choice. i don't know why, but i do. they are so much better than 'not an addict'.

i heard the new jimmy eat world demo's yesterday and i was impressed. i'll need to here the fully produced versions, but this may be an album on par with clarity. but i don't know if it'll be better. i hope it will. i also heard this super slow demo of 'your new aesthetic,' it was bizarre but cool.

see shrek, it was funny. and the animation was really neat.

cubs tonight. let's hope me and shorty give them some luck. i think i might be cubs obsessed. i need help.

becky got a funny blog-related email, but i'll let her tell that story.

g'night!

Jen

I thought I was done with this crushlink business. Who’s sending them? I hope you know I’ve given up. I just don’t care anymore. So there.

What a good weekend! You know what would have made it even better? Monday off from work. Or having my weekend start on Wednesday. That would have been pretty cool too.

Friday night’s BBQ turned out very well. I thank everyone who made the effort to sit in the tent for me. I also thank everyone who brought stuff, especially B & G for helping me out so much and basically, all the time. It also would have been cool if these two showed up, but alas, neither did.

Saturday was the Punk rock BBQ and Fugazi. Please tell me a better way to spend the day. Pat and I missed a large portion of the BBQ, but luckily we showed up just in time to see Haymarket Riot!* All I do know about them is that Mike Bennet of Haymarket fame looks like Thom York minus the lazy eye. Actually, he is the nicest member by far. He’s a friend of Pat’s and he always goes out of his way to give me a friendly hello.**

Tina, Jer’s girlfriend, said that there was a John Cusack sighting before I showed up. Did you hear that folks? JOHN CUSACK!!!!! I guess he showed up with his dog, stayed to watch a band and then disappeared. I asked Tina why she didn’t ambush him and save him for me. If you haven’t guessed, I am a huge fan.

Three cool things about the Punk Rock BBQ? 1)Thrill Jockey booth consisted of an ironing board on which they sold merchandise. 2)The train tracks for metra were right behind where the band played. Occasionally, it was hard to hear the music when one passed. 3) So many dogs! It made me want to bring my big doggy, Dylan,*** out to play with all the other dogs.

Hmmm. . . it's going to take me awhile to write about the Fugazi show. More later.

PS The Nerves suck. They sucked the first time I saw them and they still suck when I saw them at this BBQ.


*So, sarcastic it isn’t even funny.
**Just because he is nice doesn’t mean that I appreciate their music.
***AKA: my neurotic dog.

Becky

We could talk or not talk for hours and still find things to not talk about.

Okay, so I watched this movie, Best in Show twice this weekend and it was hilarious! I hope everyone had a great weekend and enjoyed the wonderful wonderful weather. Three cheers to Jen for a great bbq on friday night! Fran punch and the party ball are a great combo!

Trivia for the day: Did you know that the work bbq originated from a haitian word for a piece of wood that doubled as a bed and a rack for cooking large slabs of meat? Its true! I read it in the tribune yesterday and they made a comment on how it would work well today as dual purpose furniture in a studio apartment. hehehehe.

Friday, June 22, 2001

Jen

Carroll O'Connor, forever TV's curmudgeonly Archie Bunker, has died. He was 76.

Am I sad?*

The mission went well. Two comments: How can anyone have a watch that is 20 minutes slow?** Someone has holy socks. I saw them.***

I am so BORED!!!! Tim is probably at the Cubs game. My other coworker, Janet is out drinking. Bill is in Italy. Here are Barb and I, siting in the office. BOO!

I have all this stuff I want to do. I’d like to get the food for the BBQ, get home in time to see the 5:30 Simpsons and just relax a bit before people start coming over. Maybe finish Dragon Warrior.*****

Only 3:28? God, how slowly time passes when you’re not having fun.

*No.
**Gant.
***Greg.
****YAY

I wish I worked downtown so I could be in the mission :(. why does willowbrook have to suck so much?

Jen

Sorry, Mrs. Jackson.*

This morning, I had to go in the ghetto T&L Liquors to break a $20 so that I could put some cash on my L card. Oh yeah, and I overslept. I was late.** It’s because of that damn Nintendo. Do I have to put it away again?

I remember when I lived with Bora. We would play Dr.Mario all the time. Did we ever get things done? Not really. That is why I had to unhook it from the TV and put it away.

Tonight is the BBQ and it looks like things are settled. Becky has the Margarita Party Ball and I have basically everything else. Even Chris and I came to an agreement about music. Now that is an accomplishment.

Here is the BBQ info that I wanted to post yesterday. I don’t know how many of you out there are going to see Fugazi and Shellac tomorrow, but if you are looking for an event during the day, you can go to this.

Thick Records presents a Rock & Roll Flea Market:
Saturday, June 23 Noon to 7pm (before Fugazi) Outside at 400 N. Wolcott (east of Damen/South of Grand)
Music from.... Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire, The Nerves, Haymarket Riot***, Tom Daily, Tallulah
Flea booths from.... Thick, Touch & Go, Bloodshot, Divot, Skin graft, Thrill Jockey, Johanns face, Victory, Choke, Symbiotic, Arms Reach, 4 Alarm, Harmless, WLUW 88.7, Veronica, Hit It Or Quit It, Jaded in Chicago, Uprise Skateshop & more......
Free Admission.... BYOB BYOBBQUE BYOTABLE

So, you can look for me there with Pat, Jer and Tina.**** Becky and Greg- want to make it a punk rock weekend?

Gant called! Mission 2 is on!

Back after lunch.

PS. Spellcheck rocks.

*I am for real.
**Shut up, Greg!
***Sucks.
****Jer’s lady friend.

i've always wanted spellcheck!!!

now i no longer have to cut and paste between word and blogger to make sure i don't reveal the true idiocy that lies just beneath my shimmering surface.

i'm stupid.

today is moving day and the office is buzzing with moving activity. i, however, haven't even started packing. can someone pack for me?

i better go.

Becky

oooooh, spellcheck. I will never have to look like a fool again! thank you, blogger!

It's Friday today and some lady on channel five news actually said TGIF-do people still say that anymore? I mean, besides the restaurant?

So I have a half day today and I have many options on how I could spend it. This morning I decided that I need some quality time with my kitty. I guess I never really realized how much time away from the apartment (besides work) I spend and I feel like I am neglecting her a little. So I'm stopping at the pet store on the way home, getting her some new toys and food and we are going to hang out. That is, until its time for the par-tay. booyah.

Thursday, June 21, 2001

Jen

Tastes like . . . burning.*

That spicy chicken is HOT!**

This BBQ gets more complicated by the minute. All I want is to have some music in my backyard. Why is this so hard? Chris, who tends to make things complicated, wanted to get tons of speaker wire, bring my big speakers outside and have my main stereo system running inside.*** All I want is music while I’m grilling.**** Although, I will say, Chris is definitely crafty.*****

This day has been really relaxing - no Bill. And because there is no Bill, we can have Mission 2, where Gant and Greg make their way over by me. Mission 3 is by Gant’s work, and who knows how that is going to work out for me.

I try not to advertise for certain events that happen on the same night as an event that I happen to be throwing/hosting, but check out the goings on at the MCA for Summer Solstice. There are some cool things happening.

I also have info of a BBQ thingy that is going on Saturday afternoon, but MSN won’t let me into my hotmail so that I can get the information and post it. So, I guess you’ll have to wait until tomorrow for that info.

Look how long my notes are? They are almost bigger than the blog itself.******

*Best quote ever.
**None of that ”Swicy” bullshit that you see on TV.
***I live on the second floor. Who wants to keep on running back up to change music? Certainly not I.
****Actually while Pat or someone else is grilling. I tend to kill food. Yes, I know, food is already dead, in a certain sense of the word, but on most occasions, I can make it completely uneatable.
***** Not in the bad sense of the word, but actually very clever. I should have said clever, but with Chris, things go over better if there is some sort of music reference, where as “crafty” could be taken from the Beastie Boys, “She’s Crafty.” Why am I rambling like this?
******Note to self: When content of footnotes are more interesting than blog, you know you’re in trouble.~^

~Don’t ask me why you’d be in trouble, you just would be.

^When you have footnotes of other footnote's footnotes, then you are really in trouble.

Becky

So I don't know alot about Dragon Warrior, but I have always been a huge fan of The Adventures of Link (AKA Zelda II, which I think is way superior over Zelda I). The game is awesome and I still remember alot of the tricks, but I don't think we would've ever beaten it without the help of my neighbors subscription to Nintendo Power. they made some of those games so complicated just so they could sell those stupid magazines!

anyways, I really need to make a trip over to Funcoland one of these days, because my sister came over last year and raided my game collection and has probably lost them by now. First to purchase: Jeopordy, California games and Contra (you know the code -enough free guysto never lose? excellent)

ps-I have win, lose or draw if anyone is interested, but I will warn you that it sucks.

Jen

Seriously guys, you don’t want Greg to go “crazy style on your asses.” It could get messy.

Yeah, so I’m having a party. Wait. How many people do you need to show up for it to be a party? If more than 10 people is a party, than that’s what it is. If not, than it’s a gathering. I’d rather call it a BBQ. Whatever. Anyway, it’s Friday night, The Margarita Party Ball will be there, along with a little lovin’ we call Fran Punch. Fran, who happens to be living in New York, introduced this punch at the annual Day After Thanksgiving Party that is held every year, two years ago. It’s excellent- I’d give away the ingredients, but then Fran would have to kill me.

Last night, I had a hang out session with Peter. We pretty much talked about the engagement thing most of the night.* The whole event is taking place tonight, so I wish him tons of luck. The ring is so beautiful. Getting married is the absolute last thing I have on my mind, but as soon as you put that ring on, you don’t want to take it off.**

We also went to Ikea, but finding a new duvet cover was unsuccessful. I did buy something though. I had to wait in a long line to buy a 95-cent item. Pat called me when I was waiting in line, and asked me what I was buying.
Me: It’s cheap.
Pat: Well, what is it?
Me: We really need one.
Pat: That’s not what I’m asking.
Me: It’s a toilet brush.
Yeah, so I bought a toilet brush. You got a problem with that?

I think Pat might still be at my place playing Dragon Warrior. He got to level 5 last night as I was falling asleep. The thing that makes no sense about the game? You learn two really good spells in both level one and two (hurt and heal) and then you don’t learn any more spells until level 6 or so, and it’s a shitty spell (sleep) that doesn’t even work all the time. Wow. In this paragraph alone, I basically admitted what a dork I am.

More after Spicy Chicken at Silk Road.***

*That and the cubs. Peter is a huge Cubbies fan. The game was awesome last night. Sammy’s grand slam in the 7th? Awesome. Finally we beat St. Louis in their stadium for the first time since what, 1999? I guess that’s not so long ago. . .
**It’s another girl thing.
***Yes, the same spicy chicken I had when my tongue was swollen. You never forget things, do you?

1952 Buescher Aristocrat and a metal Berg Larson mouthpiece

here's hoping i play that setup and i like it. i'm sure you're all getting a little tired of saxaphone talk, so i'll stop. i just wanted to give you a glimpse of what you were missing by playing guitar. splinter after splinter in your lip. that's what.

i had to ask for work yesterday. i felt like i had read everything on the internet and i was getting bored. but i move into the office tomorrow, so then it won't matter what i do. i hope. mark and zach, you guys are coming to the party tomorrow, right? don't make me go all crazy-style on your asses!!

i'm trying to find puma's. but puma's are hard to find. if you know where to find them let me know.

later gator.

Becky

Ahh... a nice relaxing day at work today-I get to clean my cubicle and do a little surfing and wait patiently for the results of the marketing test that will determine the fate of my project. maybe I shouldn't come in tomorrow.....

So my Jetta is doing fine and I am happy. I will be more happy tomorrow night when I will have consumed many glasses of fran's punch. the best part is that I don't even know fran!

Wednesday, June 20, 2001

Jen

I‘ve been laughing so hard that my unit is sweaty.

Hello? That’s exactly what I said after I heard my boss say the above statement. Too much information. Anyway, we just had an office meeting before Bill’s big trip to Italy, and before you know it, we are all laughing hysterically. It was a good meeting. Bill has this laugh that is just so contagious. It just makes you laugh harder. Even when I heard that statement, I was laughing. This is why I like my job. This is also why I have been here for four years.

This busy day is almost over. . . to a more relaxing one tomorrow.

Jen

This morning I swear to god that I saw my 7th grade math teacher, Mr.Thompson, on the L. He was a lot older, but he looked like and wore the same clothes as Mr. Thompson. So, I’m sitting there, and I’m staring at this guy because he looks so familiar and then I catch sight of his belt and I can’t take my eyes off it.* It’s because it’s the crazy Mr.Thompson belt. He always used to wear these cloth/canvas like belts that are striped with different colors, with leather near the buckle. No one else wears this belt, and that kind of retro suit. Anyway, I wanted to say something, but it’s a little odd and awkward going up to a stranger and saying, “Are you Mr.Thompson? Remember me? You used to have me in your advanced math class in 7th grade, oh about 10 years ago. Remember me?”

Speaking of math teachers, Yoga rocked.** I found myself with unbelievable amounts of energy last night when I got home.

This morning I had to phone Italy and confirm Bill’s reservations. I felt like a complete ass, because as soon as the person picked up and started speaking Italian, I said, ”Does anyone speak English over there?” Umm, do you think that they would understand that if they didn’t speak English? Probably not. Besides, it’s an asshole question - I’m calling their country, I should have made the effort. It would closely resemble “Como Estai” and “Ciao.” At least I’d be trying.


*I know this sounds unbelievable sexual. There is absolutely nothing sexual about Mr.Thompson. He used to intimidate the hell out of me when I was younger. He also looks like Egon from Ghostbusters.
**Crazy Mary, our yoga instructor, is the daughter of Becky’s high school math teacher, remember?

Becky

Hello Everybody!!

Well, I'm rested and refreshed from a great night at yoga. I might have gotten a little rained on during the walk over, but it is worth it. Tonight my little Jetta goes in for her 20,000 mile check up. I wish her luck.

Okay so I am totally addicted to these little honey mustard pretzels by snyder's. I am just finished off the bag that I started ummmm yesterday....yum

dropping science like galileo dropped the orange

Tuesday, June 19, 2001

Jen

Cool about the shop finding the receipt. I feel better.

Jen

AHHH. Much better. I spent some time sitting out on the lawn by my building, eating a turkey sandwich on wheat with these new Santa Fe Ranch Lay’s. mmmmm. Anyway, I needed some relaxation time and I desperately needed to get out of my pissy mood.

I am honestly really mad about Greg’s house being broken into. What holes! I think my big problem with it is that Park Ridge is a safe town. I spent a good 13 or so years of my life in that town.. . .To think that some bastard had the nerve to break into a house, in a fairly public location, in broad daylight, just pisses me off. Greg’s house is just so cute and innocent looking. . . I’m making it sound like a person. And I know how much Greg likes his saxophone. Anyway, it just sucks. BOO.

Bill is leaving for Italy in a day in a half. It’s been crazy here the past few days. I have so much I have to do to prep him for this trip. So, if my blogs are somewhat sucky, I apologize. Tomorrow is going to be really busy, because as always, right before he leaves, he thinks of fifty more things you have to do for him. BOO, again. Thursday will rock, though. YAY!

Even better, tonight is yoga. I haven’t used my eight limbs in two weeks. . .

huzzah!!!!

they found my reciept at the sax shop!!!! they are the best over there. go visit them at www.saxshop.com for all your saxaphone needs. the salespeople are knowledable and helpful. enough of the commercial, back to work!!!

sigh

i'm worried this robbery thing is going to suck. they stole my saxaphone. it was a late 20's/early 30's silver-plated Buescher Aristocrat. not a bad horn. i paid like $2500 for it, but i'm worried that since i don't have a reciept they're gonna give me squat for it. you can get a piece of crap buescher from the same period for like $500, but mine was nice. it had a big fat tone and was in tune from the top to the bottom. i can't afford to buy another horn of the same caliber out of pocket. they also stole 3 $150 mouthpieces and a $200 case. i had over $3000 invested in that horn and the bastards who stole it will probably pawn it for $100. i hope i find that reciept. this might suck a lot.

enough bitching. the wrigley field renovation renderings were released yesterday, and i must say they don't look too bad. i support everything but the parking garage. i'm not sure about the parking garage. i should work. and cry. bye.

Becky

Good job with the first post of the day, Jen! Work is busy and I will leave it at that. yoga anoche.

Jen

I hate the brown line. No matter how freakin’ early I get on the L, I still get to work late. There was a good month or so where I was on time nearly everyday. Now, even when I make the effort to catch an earlier train, I still get here late. What’s going on?

That kinda put me in a shitty mood, only because I really have been making an effort and I still get here late. I’m fairly sure that no one believes me when I come in and bitch about the train. I need a different job . . .

I was paging through Time this morning and there was a short on new words being added to the Oxford English Dictionary. Anyway, the word “Doh!,” from our beloved Simpsons, is in the new edition. It is defined as “expressing frustration at the realization that things have turned out badly or not as planned.” How cool is that? Other words added are phat, homie and six pack*.

So as to me being late, yet again. Doh!

Last night I took Zach** to the Wicker Park area and showed him around some. Then we went out for a few beers at JT Collins. It was cool to hang out and get to know him a bit better.

*Six pack- referring to well developed abdominal muscles, not a six pack of beer as I thought when I first saw it.
**My kinda new roommate from California (not Zach from Panaphobic). He’ll be moving out in a short while with some friends of his that are also moving here from California.

Monday, June 18, 2001

Jen

What is up with all these crazy things going on? First the baseball incident, then an engagement, then poor Greg’s house being broken into and now, I just got an e-mail, Jer* is moving to California- this I knew- but instead of the end of August, it will be in three weeks. BOO!**

The last change for the day*** is that there is a new link in the "Look" section. Check out Too Many Days have Passed. . . and read what is going on with Kai.

*Best friend.
**BOO for everything minus the engagement, which is a really big YAY!
***I hope to god, unless the change had to do with me winning a million dollars. In that case, let’s hear it for change!

shit fuck shit

sorry about the swearing. this is one of those bad blogger moments. it seems that our house was broken into in beautiful, sunny, park ridge. and we were then robbed. that's pretty sucky. i haven't been home yet, but i'm not sure i want to be. i have this bizarre light-headed feeling for no reason. i promise, there will be a list of all the stolen merchandise here. you can all be my vigilantes.

this sucks.

Jen

*I swear, I’m such a girl.

Last night, when I was washing my car** at my P’s, I missed a call on my cell phone from my friend Peter. Peter and I became friends my senior year at high school. My parents consider Peter as one of their kids, and I kinda think of him as my goofy*** brother. He even lived at my house when he had some trouble with his parents. I remember coming home from a night out to find Peter at my house talking to my step-dad, and it never seemed odd.

We spent some time at UIC together when we both went there, but then he transferred and I saw less and less of him. We only talk every month or so, now, probably because we both have different schedules.****

So, the phone call: I go to check the voicemails that I missed, and there is one from Peter. “I have to whisper because Julie is in the other room. I bought it, and you know what it means. Call me tomorrow.”

Julie is Peter’s longtime girlfriend. So, I already know what it is, but I don’t want to say anything to my parents until I know the story.

Of course, I had to talk to Peter today to confirm what it was. On this coming Thursday, Julie’s birthday, Peter is going to propose. He even asked Julie’s parents first. So, he tells how he’s going to do it, and seriously, I start to cry.* Not balling or anything like that, but sniffles and watery eyes. It’s just so sweet.

Wednesday, we are going to get Julie a birthday present, and hopefully, I’ll be able to get a new duvet cover from Ikea, although this is not related to the story.

I already know which of my friends are going to get married next, although I am not putting them under any pressure.*****


**Yes, I know it rained last night, but my car was so dirty.
***I mean this in the most lovingly way possible.
****I believe all this background is necessary to explain why I am such a girl.
*****Did I mention that I love weddings?

Cousin Larry Appleton

Don't you just love Balki. I know that this persondoes.

Okay, so I was just reminded of one of my favorite 80's TV shows this weekend cause my sister+fiancee are moving to Appleton, Wisconsin, party capitol of the US. okay maybe not, but you can buy alot of apples there.

Speaking of old TV shows, ever since the wire posted about this, I have heard it mentioned on the radio a few times, and then by some dude on a commercial for good morning america! apparently it's all the rage right now.

duck!!!

a word of warning. if you're going to wrigley field and you're sitting in the bleachers and you don't have a baseball glove, get the hell out of the way of the ball. perhaps some explanation is in order.

saturday was my friend pavlo's birthday. way back in february we bought bleacher tickets for the saturday cubs/twins game. we were gonna sip old style and watch the baseballers and then retire to his girlfriend’s pad for a party afterwards. we showed up for batting practice and were having a grand old time. three balls had already been hit to our section of the bleachers and we had collected them all. then tragedy struck. pavlo's girlfriend was about to leave for the hot dog retailer when another baseball was hit towards us. commotion ensued and when it was all over, she was missing a tooth and required 7 stitches. baseball's are dangerous people. especially when they hit you in the mouth. so watch out.

on to happier news. i move to my office this friday. i've only worked here for 4 months, but i get an office. that's kinda cool. it should make blogging, emailing and dancing naked significantly easier.

today i shop. i think i'm gonna buy some addidas shoes. i'm tired of vans and con's hurt my feet.

ya'all com back now ya here!!

Jen

Monday morning again? Ugh. The weekend was so nice! Although I didn’t make any trips to the emergency room with the remaining two thirds of Ok, I was there in spirit. I feel terrible about what happened.

I happened to be out with future roomie, Gant and friends. We drank a lot and went to the beach. Almost got harassed by cops for trying to take one of those swan paddleboats at the Lincoln Park Zoo for a joy ride. Saw Jared in his undies. Oh behave or be gone.

Friday night, Pat and I spent way too much time at the parent’s house. Pat was helping my step dad install dry wall on the ceiling. We had ceiling tiles up and my sister, who is buying my parent’s house when they move to Las Vegas in September, didn’t like them. Anyway, Pat and I stayed at the parents until a shocking 12:45 pm, Friday night. I spent a Friday night with my parents! Am I getting old? Actually, they are great people, but really, 12:45? Jesus.

Little bendy man at my desk is still in tree pose from last week. I wonder what yoga pose we will be doing tomorrow?

Becky

Well, it looks like Monday snuck up on us again. And to think that I even came into work on Saturday. Thank you for your help with the measuring and the testing. The weekend was one of highs and lows, dinners out and trips to the emergency room, time spent with family and falling asleep at 10 on a saturday night. sounds interesting, huh? maybe I will reveal more later.......

One of the best parts of the weekend came when I gave my dad his father's day present-a hat from the billly goat tavern on lower wacker. He had one a few years ago, but the wind took it away when we were sailing (on the water taxi) once. I was going to get him a cheezborger too, but you have to draw the line somewhere.

Okay, its almost Tuesday, so if you want to try your hand at a litte yoga, you better get your act together.

Friday, June 15, 2001

Jen

I’m sneaking in a quickie today. I doubt I’ll be able to blog later.

Thanks man for letting me know about that ABBA cover, although I am pretty positive the sucky cover I heard on XRT was not by them. This cover of Dancing Queen sounded like a marching band was playing in the background and this older guy was singing. Wait, did I mention how much the cover sucked? Well, it sucked.

Can we still put the A Teens on the Worst Bands/Artist List? Is that cool with you? I vaguely remember them from my time in England and basically, their ABBA covers sound almost exactly like the original. Tell me what the point of a cover is if it sounds exactly the same?

Just heard another sucky song by Matchbox 20. Why is Rob Thomas always lonely or afraid? Poor guy.*

This morning, when I was looking at the show list for the Double Door, I noticed that the Frogs are playing**. I’m not a fan or anything, but as soon as I saw their name, I got that song, “got you where I want you,” in my head. There is only one song*** that gets other songs out of my head. Unfortunately, it then sticks in my head when it replaces the other song. I can’t even say it because then I’ll be humming it all day. Crap. I guess “I’ve got you where I want you.”

*Unbelievably sarcastic.
**They happen to be playing with my friend, Nathan's, brother's band (you got it?) Woolworthy. Please support local music.
***Yes, it is a theme song to an 80's cartoon. But I love it, love it, love it!

nap

i'm pretending that i'm taking a nap right now.

no mom, five more minutes.

i'm back and it didn't get significantly nicer here during my nap.

cubs game tomorrow afternoon which should be fun. i really need a relaxing weekend, so hopefully this one will deliver.

i have to remember to get my tickets for the vagrant show.

it's time to go.

I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine

Happy Friday! Happy summer hours that I actually get to take today! All of the cookies have been weighed and tested already so I am home free. But I do have to come in tomorrow morning to weigh and test them again, so that sucks, but what can you do.

Does anybody have a reccomendation for a good italian restaurant on the north side? we are feeling like some good pasta tonight, so email me (before 12:30 hehehe) if you have any ideas.

I just realized that no one will even read this before 12:30 so I don't know what I am thinking. as fran would say on the new travis album-its just a pipedream....

Thursday, June 14, 2001

Jen

We live in a beautiful world. Yeah , we do, yeah, we do.

Zach, we must discuss mix tapes soon. Your tape rocks my lame ass. Seriously.

Is it time to brag? Guess who has a ticket to Radiohead before they go on sale here in Chicago? I’ll let you guess.

There was nothing at the market that was worth purchasing. There were tons and tons of strawberries. Although strawberries do rock (wicked hardcore), I would like to bring to the attention of the folks that sell their “goods” at the farmers market, that there are way more fruits on this spinning planet that we call earth, than strawberries. That’s right. I like strawberries, but an apple or pear or peach would have been nice. However, there were none of these fruits. So, I walked myself to my favorite Dunkin Donuts/31 Flavors (they know me there too. It’s actually quite scary.) and bought a 99 cent, purely processed, pina coolatta. Ahhhhhh, refreshing.

The new apartment search seems to be going well, although it just started. After my 50 or so days of unsuccessful hunting for a one bedroom apt., I have decided to take on a very cool roomie (actually, I believe he decided to take me on as well.) The hunt technically started yesterday when I printed the space finder search off the reader and gave G his copies. I will update as things progress.

Bill is coming back tomorrow from his exotic trip in. . . Canada. I may be busier than normal, so if I don’t blog, it’s not because I don’t love you. You know I do.

There's nothing like spending all day in a small room with three ovens, three microwaves and three refrigerators on one of the hottest days of the year so far. I am on a break right now, as the brownies are cooling and I think that I just might be finished with the cookies.

greg, I think you were right, I am feeling a little ill right now.

Tuesday after my trip I decided to stop and buy myself a present-the new Travis CD and while I was milling the ailes of best buy, I found myself in the "value" aisle and my eyes fell right upon a greatest hits CD combining 5 hits from Blondie and 5 hits from none other than Pat Benatar herself. yeah! I was rockin and rollin all day long.

okay, time to go measure. hopefully my ride home today won't consist of the 3 pig trucks on 90/94 that surrounded me yesterday. yikes.

uh . . . what happened to everybody?

looks like i have to hold down the fort here all by myself. i think there's indians over them hills. or there should be anyway.

note to self:

do not stay up until 1 in the morning to drink ukranian beer and watch the cubs have their booty surgically removed and then kicked all the to myanmar - you may know it as burma - it only leads to drunkeness and an impulsive need to smoke an un-needed cigarette before bed, causing untold damage to the throat.

a little heads up for all the parents who read this blog. don't say OK doesn't look out for you.

Jen

Thank god Greg got first blog position. I fold under pressure. Not really, but I have no other excuse for not wanting to blog first. It’s just personal preference.

I just heard the worst cover of a song ever on XRT (even worse than that terrible Jeffrey Gains cover of in your eyes.) It’s a cover of ABBA’a Dancing Queen. Isn’t there a rule about making sucky covers of already sucky songs? Once I find out who covers it, they will be added to the Worst Bands/Artists Ever list. I’m fairly sure they are NWAD.

Anyway, I had a good time hanging with Jer last night out in the middle-of-nowhere, also fondly called McHenry. This means Jer owes me two trips to the city. TWO. I will accept nothing less.

I stopped by Pat’s late last night to take a few pictures of Bean, the apartment’s beloved house cat. Bean is actually Pat W.’s cat, and when he moves out, Bean will have a short vacation in Arizona before returning back home. I’m not quite sure when I’ll see Pat W., because he’ll be traveling for awhile. So, I scratched Bean behind his cute little ears, and said my good-byes. I have the coolest Polaroid of him, but I don’t know how to post it like the wire does.

Today the farmers market is in our little courtyard outside our building. I’m hoping to pick up some fruit goodies to last me the remainder of the day.

Becky got the best CD ever yesterday. I would tell you what it is, but I rather leave that up to her. All I can say is that I am so jealous. Just like I am jealous of certain individuals that can go to the beach on their lunch break. You know who you are, boy.

total destruction

i just had my 90 day review. i still have a job, so that's good. my favorite quote:

"this review is for us, not for you. we wanted to see what you thought of the job we did in training you."

what the [swear word deleted] does that mean? i'm still working here, aren't i? i wanted to be reviewed. i wanted to know if they thought i looked at the internet too much, or talked on the phone too much, or did my nails too much, or talked about cute boys too much.

wait a minute, is this a job or a 7th grade sleepover?

i asked for more work. it's kind of a suck up move, but i'm getting bored here. i have to be here 8 hours a day. i have approximately 1 and a half hours of work to do each day. that leaves 6 and a half hours for looking at the internet and going to the bathroom. i never thought i'd say this,

that's too much free time

i'm bored of the internet. i love my blogs, but they can only update so often. i fear the day that hey mercedes goes on tour and i lose the hourly updates. i need school to get back in, so zach can hit me with some crazy mad posts during the day. and i need a new crisis to break out so cnn (my favorite blog) can have up to the minute updates.

i need something to do!!

becky is currently baking. for money. they are paying her to bake and eat cookies. if you think this is unfair, i agree.

Wednesday, June 13, 2001

Jen

In honor of Yoga (and the fact that I didn’t go yesterday because Becky was out of town), I have posed the little bendable figure that Ken gave me in tree position. I just checked the website and it looks like the asana of the month is downward dog. I think that my office might find it a little odd to see my little bendy man in that position. We’ll stick with tree pose.

The mission went well and as planned. We had Chinese. It took kinda long though . . . but, oh, I will do it again.

So yes, I checked out the Australian guys in the Sears window on State. It’s a really cool set up. There is a bedroom with bunk beds, a living room, kitchen and bathroom, all in public view. The bathroom is set up a bit odd. There is a bathtub at the top of this staircase and a shower with glass doors (of course, a certain area of the door is blocked so that certain things can’t be seen, if you know what I mean.) Anyway, when I showed up, one of the four happened to be napping, one was on the phone- I think- and two were in the kitchen. They can only communicate with people on the street through dry erase boards. So there is this guy, trying to yell through the window-

Stupid guy: Do you know who Oprah is?
Auzzie guy writes: I can’t hear you.
Stupid guy (louder): Oprah. Do you know who Oprah is?
Auzzie guy writes: I still can’t hear you.
Stupid guy (louder and also using hand signals): O-P-R-A-H. OPRAH. DO YOU KNOW WHO OPRAH IS?
Auzzie guy: I really have no idea what you are saying.
Another guy approaches with a pad of paper. He writes: He wants to know if you know who Oprah is.
Auzzie guy: Finally! Someone with paper!

He never answered the question about Oprah. What kind of question is that anyway? Wouldn’t you rather ask what it’s like to be in there, or where are they from- anything but a stupid question about Oprah.

Basically, if you are down here, check it out.

BeckyG

hello people I am back! grand rapids was loads and loads of fun but I came back to an incredible amount of stupid work to do. I hope that all is well with the fellow bloggers and readers alike. I will be pretty much out of commision this week. please, shed a tear for me.

buh, buh, bun-na, buh, buh

that's the mission impossible theme. can't you tell?

i think i have the easiest part of this mission. i just have to walk down to the robot chair and wait. it's the rest of them that are gonna have a hard time. time to start working. i know i've been here for four hours already, but that doesn't mean i've been working.

Jen

First blog of the day again. . . hmmm

This morning I felt incredibly sick due to the overcrowded, un-airconditioned, blue line train from Pat’s to work this morning. I was ready to, pardon my verbiage, blow chunks, if I didn’t get of the L. As soon as I got to Jackson, I pressed my back against the cool marble (I know, gross. Still, it was the cleanest thing I could fine and it helped me out a lot.) near the elevators and then sat down there for about ten minutes. It was terrible. Strange thing is, I am perfectly fine now. Even in a good mood. Go figure.

Last night, we (my Pat, Pat W., Ken, Kevin and Frank, oh, and of course, Jordan) all met over at Jordan’s house and watched the cubs game and drank beer. It was a good time. There are always strange people meeting at that Pilsen apartment. This guy, Bo, an older African American fella, told me that I was “cuter than a peach”, which I thought was nice, and then as he had more beer, I was “cuter than a mother fucker.” One of my favorite stories went something like this (paraphrased, of course): You are so cute, that if there were a bunch of fellas in an airplane and you told them to jump and they didn’t have parachutes, they’d still jump. Now, I’m not writing this to pat myself on the back or anything, but I’ve never been told long stories about how cute I am. Ok. pat, pat. I’m done patting myself on the back now.

After lunch, um, I mean the mission, I’ll talk about those guys on display at Sears on State Street.

Mission in action today at 12:00. See you there, boys.

Tuesday, June 12, 2001

Jen

I have been asked to blog although I have absolutely nothing to write about.

Hmmm. . . .

How is the mission coming you ask? Well, the lucky, LUCKY, dog that Greg is; he is dead center. So, I guess we have to meet over there. As Marc has been saying lately (and I have a major liking for it anyway) bollocks! It’s a bit of a hike, but I’m up for the challenge. Bring it on (no, not the movie.) Of course, someone doesn’t know where to eat over there. . .

I don’t know if anyone remembers me writing about this, but the new Sears on State is having those four Australian guys move into the storefront from today all the way to the 25th of June. So, being curious of freakish things, I will go check it out after I stop at Oh baby* which lately, has had only scary clothing for sale.

Did I ever mention how our microwave here at work sucks ass? Well, I made some popcorn as a snack and half of the kernels weren’t popped and some popcorn was burnt. Tell me how that happens? If you want to cook lunch in our microwave, be prepared to start at least a good 15 to 20 minutes prior to when you want to eat. We have been begging Bill to sentence the microwave to death and get us a new one, but he’s a bit reluctant. I believe that it is because he never ever has to use the microwave. If Bill wants lunch, he sure as hell isn’t going to be pulling out a frozen meal and microwaving it! He’s going to go somewhere nice, where they actually cook food in an oven of sorts. The lunch also most likely does not come from a cardboard box.

Bill freaked us out one time when he actually made lunch here at the office and ate with us. Barb and I bought lunchmeat, bread and cheese from Webvan. Anyway, Bill goes into the fridge, pulls out our food and makes a sandwich. I don’t really care that he used our stuff, but it was crazy to have him make it. He even cut the sandwich in halves! It was kinda cute, because I swear it looked like he hadn’t made a sandwich for himself in ages. Although I’m probably wrong about that.

Ok, maybe I did have something to say.

*I have this baby blue shirt that has Old Navy printed on it that I usually wear when I wash my car or clean, because I could care less what happens to it. Anyway, Jer (my best bud) misread it and ripped on me for wearing a shirt that said, “oh baby.” Then I ripped on Jer for misreading the shirt and calling the store oh baby. Did I ever mention the time where he misheard lyrics to that stupid Bodeans (NWAD) song? Ah another story for another time.

bloggy mcblog

they're chopping people's heads off in the phillipines and people here are complaining mcveigh's death wasn't painful enough. who's the better country?

marc, travis' album comes out today. i'm looking forward to purchasing it.

why are red sox tickets so hard to buy? i just wanna see one lousy game at fenway before they wreck the place. is nothing sacred?

kerry wood, curt schilling tonight. two great pitchers. one good game. but i fear for my cubs.

8 page paper due tomorrow. nothing like putting stuff off until the last minute.

"i'm outa heeeerrrrree" (five dollars to whomever can correctly identify that quote. my email address is on the sidebar, although you wouldn't know it based on the amount of email i get)

Jen

Team:
Gant: work located near John Hancock; likes viruses
Greg: works near Michigan and the Chicago River; has spray-painted dandruff
Jen: works in building next to Sears Tower; master of disguises

Mission: To meet somewhere between these three locations tomorrow afternoon and complete mission in an hour and a half, tops.

Anyone have any suggestions for lunch?

Last night, I hooked up the old school Nintendo* and played way too much Dr.Mario. That game seriously kicks ass. I have some good classics such as Kung Fu, Balloon Fight, the original Super Mario Bros., Tetris, Dragon Warrior, Castlevania II, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, just to name a few. I know that I used to have Paperboy. Where the hell is it? Maybe I left it at my parent’s house. If anyone has any games they don’t want, let me know. I may be interested in acquiring them from you.

I did nothing last night besides this. I think I played for two hours straight. So, much for enjoying the beautiful weather.

Tonight we are planning to go out for one of Ken’s last nights in Chicago. BOO. He will be back after his month and a half trip to South America.

Right now though, I am going to research a destination for the above mission.

*The irony of the website I found is that there is an advertisement to win a Sony Playstation 2.

Monday, June 11, 2001

Jen

I just had an Almond Joy mini. I’m not a huge fan of the almond, but I love the joy. mmmmm. . . coconut.

Lionel Ritchie has invaded my brain and is singing the most annoying song ever. Something about being the sun and the rain, making Lionel’s life a foolish game; but he’d do it all again and again. Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah oh.

For those of you that like the Sea and Cake, or more specifically Sam Prekop and Archer Prewitt from the band just mentioned, they are playing Thursday night here. $15, or $10 if you’re a member.

See you tomorrow.

Jen

Ten things that happened to me in (in a little place, just outside of) Joliet:

1) Sat by a bonfire.
2) Drank lots of beer.
3) Fell asleep on a picnic bench.
4) Bought bait.
5) Was Louise of Thelma and Louise. Wait, which one drove the car again?
6) Left Joliet, went to a DAB show.
7) Came back, went midnight fishing.
8) Fell asleep on a boat.
9) Witnessed actual COPS Episode.
10) Made George Washington smile.

NOTES:
1) This happened every night. Fire + beer = Damn good time!
2) This happened more than should be documented. Must not discuss due to fact that I may sound like alcoholic. Like writing in caveman style. Will continue for rest of number two.
3) Self-explanatory.
4) The boys, meaning my Pat and Brian (Pat’s friend) wanted to go fishing, therefore, bait needed to be bought. This is connected to number five.
5) Nicole (Brian’s girlfriend) and I went to the shop while the boys cooked dinner. We went to this truck stop dinner/shop and bought bait, a can of bug repellent (not so Thelma and Louise) and 2 packs of cigarettes (for the boys.) The guy at the counter gave us an odd look because we were buying these things, and the way Nicole asked for the cigarettes made me give her the devil horns (so Thelma and Louise.) Then we cruised into the sunset and killed ourselves by driving off a cliff. Actually, we sped down this shitty dirt road in my ghettoed up car. We found it pretty amusing that the guys were cooking food and we went to get bait and cigarettes.
6) I was late, yes, I know. The place we were staying at was further away from Orland Park than expected. Still, DAB rocked (wicked) hardcore. I took some photos with the new flash. Excellent.
7) I have no idea why they wanted to go fishing so badly at night. I got bored with the whole affair (I couldn’t see a damn thing!) so, I found this boat that was flipped upside down, and I laid on it to look at the stars.
8) Then I fell asleep.
9) As we were walking back from the event, some party that was in full swing when we left started turning bad. There was a lot of screaming and we heard someone being thrown against their camper. We get back to our bonfire only to hear this woman scream at someone: “Look at Dan’s face!!! Look at it! It’s covered in blood!!! Look at what you’ve done! (The lady was VERY drunk) I should have taken those drugs away from you!!!!” Then later, “You don’t deserve this shit! You shouldn’t put up with this anymore!!! You don’t deserve it!!” No COPS actually showed up because we were in the middle of nowhere, but this domestic dispute could have been on an episode (COPS GO WT*). Also, one woman sitting a table was so drunk that she fell over and then moaned until 4 am.
10) This is a trick that I learned as a kid: Take a dollar bill. Put a crease in the middle of George Washington’s head, right through the mouth. Now, keeping the crease in the bill, rotate it back and forth. He will then smile and frown. It is really very amusing.

*White Trash

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i was playing catch with my brother yesterday. he was 100 feet out. my cell phone was on the ground next to me. he threw a one-hopper to me. it one hopped off my cell phone. i no longer have a cell phone. it blew up.

that kinda sets the tone for today.

oh yeah, i'm at work. yuck.

Becky

Well, it looks like its monday again. What happened to the weekend? Let's just say it was a beautiful weekend. It doesn't get much better than this-sunny and warm but not sticky and humid, yet. we'll see how the rest of the week goes.

If you are interested at all in volunteering, check this out. We had a great time painting some classrooms on the south side on saturday.

Sunday I was a complete yuppy. I actually went to a bakery for dogs on Halstead. we'll leave it at that. tomorrow=grand rapids michigan, woohooo!!!!!!!

Friday, June 08, 2001

Jen

We are young. Heartache to heartache we stand. No promises, no demands. Love is a battlefield.
We are strong. No one to tell us we’re wrong. Searching our hearts for some love. Both of us knowing . . . Love is a battlefield.


Best Word Created (At this point and time in my existence; subject to change): Bootylicious.

Worst Word Ever Created by Humans: Toddles.

Ugh. I even hate writing it.

Here’s a little something that happened to Beck and I on our way home last night.

Becky and I are sitting in my ghettoed up car, NOT looking like hootchies, talking to one another. A car pulls up behind us at a stoplight and then pulls up next to us. Freaky guy and friend stare into our car window. I ask Becky to roll down the down the window, because I thought that maybe he had something important to say to us, like you have a tail light out or something.

Guy: What are you ladies doing driving so late at night?
Jen and Becky (in unison): NONE OF YOUR GOD DAMN BUSINESS, ASSHOLE!*
We then ran the red, made a left onto the Kennedy and managed to pop onto two wheels.*

Have a good weekend. I’ll be in Joliet.

*This was a dream sequence. I don’t really remember what we said, but we wish we did this. The guy then followed us for a while, tailgating us the whole time. Fuck.

i have 'tainted love' in my kopf and i don't know why

this weekend is shaping up to be an excellent one. the margarita ball will make it's inaugarel appearence tonight. have you ever seen on of these? it's a a one foot diameter clear plastic ball with a pump on top. you fill it to the brim with margaritas and fun (read trouble) breaks out immediately. who wouldn't want a gallon of margaritas?

the rock show is tomorrow night, so that'll be fun. plus i get to help out the kiddies at a volunteer event tomorrow morning. and we can't forget the game.

i may possibly be a heartbreaker, but i am definately not a dream maker.

Jen

You’re a heartbreaker, love taker, dream maker.

Know anyone like that?

Why are we so addicted to Pat Benatar? The world may never know. What we do know is that her songs are damn catchy and we can’t stop singing her awesome 80’s tunes. So, Pat, the month of May is all yours. (check out the merchandise!)

Ah yes, last night was tikki-licious (similar to bootylicious) and we did accomplish a lot. A lot of drinking, if you know what I mean (nudge, wink. nudge, wink.) Actually, Becky covered it quite well. She only forgot one thing: Harpoon!

It looks like I will be attending the DAB show out in Orland Park. The ride from Joliet is only 24 minutes according to map quest. Why will I be in Joliet rather than Chicago? Don’t ask, it’s better that way. I don’t feel like being made fun of anymore by two certain people. You know who you are.

Doesn’t this weather kick some ass? Rock my world? Shake the margarita party ball? I’m planning to take a little break outside for lunch, which will happen in about, oh, 40 minutes. I hope that the rest of the day will cruise by like this morning.

Just so you know 1 Canadian dollar = 67 US cents. I had to call the bank this morning and find out the exchange rate. Bill is going to a meeting out there.

Note from last night’s blog: I believe the artist that is NWAD is actually Eagle Eye Cherry who wrote that song. I’m not sure, but when I read over my last blog, the name now seems wrong. Can anyone correct me?

Becky

it's friday and its almost 11:30 which means that I have 1 hour to sit here and pretend to work. woohoo!!!!!!!!

Last night was tikki-rific especially with the pina passion. It was a great time and a few decisions were made last night. here is a quick run-down:

1) Pat Benatar is definitely a finalist for band of the month. i think when we heard her performance of hit me with your best shot on the way to the tikki bar it sealed the deal. plus we might want to save jimmy for a month after the new album comes out.

2) the Josh Dodes Band should be added to the list of the worst band ever, possibly to be followed by Soulcracker and Harlow.

3) its okay to drink a glass of wine by yourself while watching CSI after a busy day at work

Thursday, June 07, 2001

love is a battlefield

okay Jen, I have a write in vote for the band of the month, except this would be artist of the month.....Pat Benatar!! Heartbreaker!! WooHoo!! I mean really, is there a better song, especially when sung by mr. steinbrener on Seinfeld...

okay, I am tired from a long long day......

Jen

Three more bands (or solo artists, in this case), that are going to be added to the Worst Bands Ever List: 1)Collective Soul, 2)Jeffrey Gains and 3)Buck Eye Cherry*.

Explanations: 1) That stupid song "She'll have a perfect day"- refer to archives to see how much I hate it. 2)Do not make a sucky cover of "In your eyes" and get away with it. Also refer to archives. (I'd post the link, but I'm too lazy right now.) 3) NWAD*.

*NWAD (Not Worth A Dollar): I remember having a conversation with a friend of mine about bands we wouldn’t even pay a dollar to see. It started when we had just gotten tickets to see the Bosstones at the Metro for a dollar. Although this is an awesome deal, we pretty much figured that we’d see anyone for a dollar. After some discussing, we actually came up with a list of solo artists and band that we would even pay a dollar to see. Even comp tickets wouldn’t make us go. Buck Eye Cherry was one on the list (I hate that song “save tonight” or what ever it’s called. It just makes me so mad.) There are many more, but I’ll save them for a later date. From now on, those marked with a star are NWAD.

beer good!!

if you guys have shockwave and you like funny things, checkthis out. i particularly recommend Metallica Millionaire. Regis is hillarious.

Jen

Bands of the Month for May: Jen: Dandy Warhols
Becky: Jimmy Eat World
Greg: Fountains of Wayne

80’s star of the Month: Mr.T!

I was going to do some sort of vote for the bands, but whenever I ask anyone to write me, I get no e-mails. I know people read this. You can’t hide from me! Anyway, from now on, it will be this way; three different bands for three different people.

I’m pretty disappointed about the seating problems with the Cubs game. Even Pat wanted to go! So here is what I think. I promised that I would have a party as soon as a certain someone left my apt. That person is gone, so it is time for a party! Now, Greg proposed a night of drinking, and I was planning on a party right around that weekend anyway. Would you bloggers be up for a trip to my Lakeview abode? Please write me, I beg you.

Today I am also going to start a new list: Worst Bands Ever. I’m hoping I get some additions. So, I think I’d like to start with Matchbox 20. I just heard that song where Rob Thomas ponders what it would be like to be a rainmaker, a superhero and the head honcho. The lyrics in this song are the worst I’ve ever heard. Please Rob, the real world would just stop hassling you once you stop writing crap songs.

They are by no means bootylicious.

my booty is covered in hot fudge. does that make it bootylicious?

i'm just trying to get the concept down.

my band of the month pick is definitely going to have to be fountains of wayne. why, you ask? well maybe you didn't, but i'll explain anyway. i love their first album, it's on permanent rotation here at the grind, and i just read an interview with them over at the onion.

i had no idea adam schlesinger wrote 'that thing you do'

if i had to choose one of two already mentioned, i might go with jimmy. but their album comes out next month. but then so does hey hey mercedes’.

hey, hey holy mackerel. no doubt about it. the cubs are on their way!!

i think they made a mistake while naming their band. hey hey holy mackerel would have been much cooler. or not. bad news on the cubs game front. there are no contiguous seats on the 24th, so we’re gonna have to go for another day. but how about a blog drinking day? all blog writers, blog readers and general hangers-on can drink alcohol. alcohol good. i better do work, or more precisely pretend to do work since everything here is broken.

Jen

Happy Birthday, Bootylicious!

Last night, for the first time in a LONG time, I was able to enjoy my apartment. No one was home. It was awesome. Unfortunately, because of this, I have no new news. I could talk about how I finally scrubbed the crap off the top of the oven, or how I cleaned the countertops, but I’m sure you’d rather read something more interesting.

Greg what is your band pick!!!! I’m serious!!!!

More later. It’s too early for me to blog!

Becky

I've got my steel toes on and I am ready to work.

Today its go time for the $60,000 equipment that I ordered. Wish me luck. until tomorrow....

Wednesday, June 06, 2001

i like being bootylicious too, but i don't have any cool links.

i've been working hard at hiding the fact that i have nothing to do. but i do know kerry wood has no hits and one walk (to the pitcher!!) in three innings and that the cubs just took the lead 2-0. back to candyland.

Jen

It celebrates being bootylicious, and being bootylicious is all about feeling good about your body.

This quote is for Scott Todnem at Panaphobic. I know you dig Destiny’s Child. Anyway, do you know how fun it is to type bootylicious?

Obviously, I was just checking the MTV page and happened to come across Radiohead’s tour schedule. It looks like they are playing in Chicago on August 1 at Butler Field. Does anyone know where that is? I bet it’s some field that I already know of, but didn’t realize that it was called that.

It’s lunch time. It looks like a Pringles and sandwich kind of day. I was thinking of going outside, but from my view, all I see is white (Clouds? Fog?). Would someone, who has a job that requires some outdoor fun, e-mail me and let me know what I’m missing? That is, if I’m missing anything at all. . .

Jen

Who wears a mock turtleneck to yoga? Actually, who wears a mock turtleneck at all anymore?

I noticed that Greg has not listed his pick for Band of the Month yet. We are already getting on with the month! Make a pick! So far, it’s one for Dandy Warhols and one for Jimmy Eat World. Greg, you could be the tie breaker. Or you could introduce something new and then we are totally screwed. Maybe then will have a vote or something, by those that care to read our little blog.

Speaking of Jimmy Eat World . . .Since I had some free time on my hands yesterday, I checked out some of the new blogs that Panaphobic has listed. I made a stop at too many days have passed. . . Anyway, the connection between the two? I read that Kai was listening to the new album. So, you check out the new blog, and I guess I’ll check out the new album.

Last night, when I got home from work, I got to properly meet the new roommate, fully clothed. He is very cool. I found out that he is only staying a month and when the rest of his band moves here (from California- I know, a new eastward movement), they are all going to find a place to live. I’m figuring that this is a good way to prep me for living with a guy. I’m not sure if I can afford the one bedroom apartment like originally planned, and I was considering my buddy, Gant, as a roommate. I have 1 to 2 months to figure it out.

Pat came over last night and we had the pleasure of watching all that terrible late night television, such as Access Hollywood and Extra. Before all that crap comes on though, there is Conan! And although I promised not to talk about them anymore, I can’t help it because they were on Conan last night. I will shamefully say that they sounded good and that song, Island in the Sun, is damn catchy. FINE! I SAID IT! I still think Rivers is an ass. A HUGE ARSEHOLE THE SIZE OF TEXAS. Thank you.

Becky "its a small world after all" Giesfeldt

well, well, well, look who beat me this morning.

today was free orange slice day at work. I'm not sure why, but there was a bowl of orange slices (the candy) in the cafeteria this morning. I decided to stay away from those for now.

Okay, yoga last night was good, but a little off. One of the pregnant ladies in our class (yes, there are two very pregnant ladies in yoga) did a headstand while her friend took a picture. interesting. But the big news was that I found out that Crazy Mary, our illustrious leader, is the daughter of my calculus teacher from Lyons Township High School. And Mary went to highschool there too! You have to wonder how the daughter of a hardcore math teacher turned into a yoga guru, but the world works in mysterious ways.....

i'm not a player i just crush a lot

good morning, good morning, good morning.

today was free bagel day at work. we get free bagels once a month and i like it. we also get free juice and soda everyday. but i don't like soda.

i would like extend an official invitation to all OkPlusThree bloggers and blog readers to attend my band's first chicagoland performance. We will be playing at MoJoe's in Orland Park on Saturday. The show starts at 9, we go on at 10. email me for directions.

today promises to be boring, but promises are made to be broken.

Tuesday, June 05, 2001

Becky

okay, so we have this bird feeder on the outside of the windows in the cafeteria so usually there are birds perched on the ledge or eating out of the feeder, and things like that. (a funny side note is the crazy shipping/receiving guy has a special place in his heart for these birds). anyways, today I went to go get my coffee (aka free liquid supplied by work that is dark and lukewarm) and there was a big duck just chillin on the ledge. and I mean big! I think it was a girl mallard and she was doing that sleeping/standing on one foot thing. I think its actually a yoga position. wierd.

Band of the month: I do like that catchy pop song that is guilty pleasure #2, but I will have to put in a strong vote for jimmy eat world because Clarity has been in my CD changer for awhile now.

Jen

Ok, Greg. No more heckling.

I was just going to post a link to the Band of the Month list*, but I decided it would be easier if I did the old copy and paste and bring the list back for your viewing pleasure. Here is the list, starting in August of 2000. Oh, and these are my picks. I know future band picks will soon be a conglomerate of all of ok plus three, but for now they are mine. Oh yeah, I fucked up on the original list because I forgot to put Radiohead in there. If I remember correctly, Kid A came out sometime in September. So, the end of the month and beginning of October really had Radiohead as the Band of the Month. This will not happen again, but I wanted to make sure they got on the list.

August: Hey Mercedes. (I just saw the show at the fireside and picked up the new EP)

September: No Doubt (now I'm probably going to be made fun of because of this pick, but Return of Saturn is pure pop bliss and I will stand by it)

Septober**: Radiohead

October: Modest Mouse (ahhh, The Moon and Antarctica....)

November: The Dismemberment Plan (I put Emergency and I back on heavy rotation after the show at Empty Bottle)

December: The Sea and Cake (Pat and I had a Sea and Cake Christmas. He bought me The Fawn and I bought Oui)

January: Built to Spill (Keep it like a Secret- another Christmas present from Pat)

February: Hagfish (I may also get my indie ass kicked for this, but I found, used, Hagfish Rocks your Lame Ass for a mere $4. at Record Emporium and it was worth every rocked lame ass penny.)

March: Death Cab for Cutie (the fireside show at the end of February rocked!)

April: Smoking Popes

Now, I think we all should vote on May’s band. I will put two votes in now: Guilty pleasure #2 (aka Dandy Warhols) and Shellac***. I’d also want to vote for The Mr.T Experience, but I don’t really know their stuff. I just love the name!

Becky? Greg? Cast your votes. Or I’ll pick.

*The Band of the Month is the band that I listen to the most during that month. I realized this back in August- I'd pick up a CD and put it on heavy rotation. Also, going to a show and prepping for it usually made that band a contender for the title of Band of the Month. Mind you, Band of the Month does not necessarily mean the band just put out a disc or they are playing a show. Also, a band may appear twice on the list.
** September + October = Septober
***It would be cool with me to save Shellac for June due to the fact that the show is at the end of the month.