I think that sometimes people mistake obsession for interest. I am merely interested in books, and other things like foamies, paper, and the such. I am not obsessed. I swear. Obsessed is researching things for hours, and spending days fussing about objects, wanting to get each and every single item right that minute. That is not me. I am only like that 95% of the time. Obsessed people are 100%. So hah, take that all you disbelievers.

I find that the more I resist things, the more I want them. So, the lesson in this is, if you prevent me from getting something, the more I yearn for it. Stop putting roadblocks in my way and give me what I want and no one will get hurt. I swear. I am capable of behaving like a civilized human being. I just choose not to. I bite like the savage that I am.

But I bite because I love.

I have decided that if my workspace looked more like this, I would be much happier at work. And more effective too because I would no longer have to walk to the bathroom, the bathroom comes to me.

And my only rule: NO NUMBER TWO IN MY CUBICLE.

This picture requires no analysis. It speaks for itself.

In addition to pictures of Alexis and Rise Against together, comments on my blog make me happy too. And I so should become the next pit reporter, albeit a slightly sarcastic and bitter one.


I thought that I would take this opportunity to analyze some pictures. This is George in short-shorts. Good for George and his short-shorts.














Now take a good look at this picture. It will be coming to some skin near you soon.

As I was sitting here, I realized that I forgot that you could upload pictures onto blogs. So I thought that I could make up for the lack of pictures in one fell swoop. Technology these days, it is so wonderous! I mean, lights and sounds are coming out of this black box sitting beside me, and these keys make beautiful clacking noises as they form words on this square box in front of my eyes! What will come next? Waste receptacles that talk to you when you throw things away? Plastic recievers in which you can hear people talking? Handheld devices which hold thousands of songs? Writing devices that already have ink in them and you can keep in your pockets? Churning clothes washing machines replacing our rub-a-tub metal bins? Cool rectangular tins that hold your freshly massacred meat? Prosperous! Unbelievable! Unlikely!







P.S. Pictures of Rise Against and Alexis make me happy. Pictures of Rise Against and Alexis together make me overjoyed.

So, this is my first post POST-Vans so lets discuss Vans for a moment, shall we? Ohmigod, I saw less than jake and they were great. Less than Jake played on a stage. Less than Jake had some horns. Less than Jake played songs. Less than Jake played instruments and sang. Omigod.

Oh, sorry. I must have been possessed by the spirit of the Vans Pit Reporter (Katie, "my boyfriend is in Between the Buried and Me. Did I casually mention that?") on that one. Her posts are so insightful and well-rounded. All those Less Than Jake mentions and I truly feel as though I am not at Vans, but at a Less than Jake concert. ALL SUMMER LONG. But maybe I am being too hard on her. I mean, she is probably a "serious" journalist. There was that time she left a message on Tim's voice mail, the guitarist for Protest the Hero. And when he didn't call her back in 4 or so hours, it obviously meant that he was too "ROCK STAR" to return a reporter's call. I mean, it couldn't possibly be because he is on tour with Vans, and has to sleep and set up and eat, and do any number of possible things that one might do within a 4 hour period, as opposed to checking your voice mail and immediately calling back someone who you don't know, and therefore does not take precedence over, hm.. I don't know, PERFORMING? But that is just me.

So, back to Vans. Rise Against. Ah, Rise Against. How I love you. We won't mention how I absolutely and completely and utterly CHOKED when it came to meeting Tim. "Uh, uh, Uh, I... I... I....". That will just be my little secret. My horrifying and utterly humiliating secret.

But Gym Class Heroes, Living End, The Bled, Alexisonfire, Protest the Hero, The Sounds, and so many other bands brought it. In fact, the only band that I saw and heard that truly sucked, sucked, and sucked, were the Donnarots (?). Donnabots? On the Volcom Stage. "Oh, don't look at the other stage, watch us perform! We are nice people!" AHHHH! Did it ever occur to you that maybe the reason why no one wanted to watch your band perform, and would rather watch the empty space on the stage beside you, is because you sucked, sucked, sucked? And your lead singer's voice was pitched at a frequency that only dogs could hear? Hm.. just a thought.

Can't wait for Alexis to come in September! I might cry like a big baby if they come while I am in New York. Wah! Finally got to see the Bled who played a lot of songs from Pass the Flask which excited me and made me happy. I am not a huge fan of the Sounds but they really surprised me. They put on an incredible, energetic show and I was really glad I got a chance to check out their set. It was fantastic. And the Living End? Could you expect anything other than a mind-blowing set from three guys from Australia who have a standup bass player? Bring on the rockabilly because I totally dig it.

Lastly, but certainly not least, Gym Glass Heroes. Damn. Not only are they an incredible indie hip-hop group, but one who plays their own live music instead of spinning tracks. I could do without the booger threatening to rain down on my head, but Gym Class Heroes put on a show-stopping set. Can't wait to see them again. I am also really digging the collaborative Cobra Starship stuff that Travis is featured on. I don't know how I feel about The Academy Is, but damn William Beckett can sing.

Oh, and P? If I had to choose you or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun.

This has been your daily dose of smart-assed, only slightly sarcastic, comments.

So, as I was reading my blog today (because yes, I am an avid reader of my own brilliant work!), I found myself getting sad. Mostly because as you scroll down my prolific 4 blogs, it all says "0 comments". How depressing. 0 comments! I want comments! i warrant comments! I like comments! I welcome comments! In fact, I lllooooooovvvvvvvveee commments. So pooh to those of you who feel that I am not "commentable", I will make up for your lack!

Comment 1: L, you are brilliant. this is the best writing I have read in agggeees. Shakespeare never wrote so good.

Comment 2: Tim McIlrath is my hero too!

Comment 3: You are too cool for country music.

Comment 4: If Jesus was a cool geek, he would want to be like you.

Comment 5: Birthday wishes for Koreans are undeserved if the same Koreans can't be bothered to comment.

So there.

So what is with people who think that just because it is their birthday, they should get a mention in my blog? I talk about big, life-changing issues like Tim McIlrath, and how two anonymous people went to Alan Jackson, and I simply can't lose focus on the big issues for the little people. So many gigantic, important people met their downfall that way. But at the same time, I want the little people to still think that I am "one of them" and haven't gotten an overinflated ego so I suppose I could say something. Someone I know may have a birthday sometime soon, and I might be able to wish them a maybe happy birthday.

Happy birthday Jinnee! I love you Korea.

A conversation between two anonymous people:

Person 1: I love driving. I just blast the music and drown out everything else.
Person 2: Yeah? What type of music do you like?
Person 1: Mostly country. I am a huge country fan.
Person 2: Oh.

Now, fast forward almost two years:

Person 1: I have two tickets to Alan Jackson and Big & Rich, do you want to go?
Person 2: Oh.

Now remember this involves two very anonymous people. I, and you too, have NO idea who they are.

At the show....
Person 2: I am bored out of my mind.

This is just one of many examples of how one's Friday night could be spent. The end.