pretty lights.

Want to reach an understanding of our reliance on electronics? Try wandering through a dark house at 4 a.m.

And why is Uncle Crappy wandering through his parents’ house at 4 a.m. on the Fourth of July? Hm. That’s an excellent question…

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locked and loaded. especially loaded.

OK, boys and girls, we’re ready to roll. See y’all in Columbus tomorrow afternoon. And fuck those people if they can’t take a joke.

solid.

I wanted to post a reaction to W’s speech last night, something along the lines of, say, WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP.

I wanted to write something about the Federal Election Commission holding hearings to consider whether to extend campaign finance rules to blogs, especially those that espouse a particularly political point of view. Like maybe Uncle Crappy, who definitely is of a particular political persuasion and expresses that viewpoint from time to time. And the staggering number of free-speech and First Amendment issues that such regulation would involve and what a first-class clusterfuck that would be. And how hard I would giggle if I got a letter from some FEC flunky asking me to curtail my Uncle Crappy activities, or offer equal time (which Juan already takes care of, now that I think about it).

Yeah, I wanted to do a longer piece, about something a little more serious. I wanted to do this if for no other reason than to show everyone that my brain is thinking about things other than the reunion.

Which is in three days.

I wanted to do that stuff, and I may still, but for now, I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT THE FREAKING REUNION. IN THREE DAYS FROM NOW. SOONER, IF YOU COUNT THE VARSITY CLUB THING ON FRIDAY. WHICH IS IN TWO DAYS FROM RIGHT FREAKING NOW.

Jesus. Would someone please just tell me to shut the hell up?

hard labor.

It’s not quite as hot in our apartment as it has been, but it’s still warm enough that all I really want to do is have a couple more bottles of beer on the porch and then go to bed. But there’s so much work to be done: Burning (at least as many copies as iTunes will allow me — the rest will have to be done on Father of Uncle Crappy’s burner in Columbus), printing labels, covers and song lists. I’ve been a one-man sweatshop for the past couple of days, making sure that the CDs are ready to go by this weekend.

And doing this has done one thing: Kept my mind off the fact that the reunion is in just four days. Which still gives me plenty of time to freak out, if that turns out to be my inclination.

And if you see me in Columbus this weekend, remind me to buy some peanut butter at Kroger. I’m all out, and Giant Eagle’s peanut butter sucks.

m.i.t. wants me.

Take the MIT Weblog Survey

I found out about this survey from the Knowledge Problem, a blog founded by Dr. Lynne Kiesling, who is a just couple weeks away from getting a perhaps-jarring reminder of her past at Upper Arlington High School. Lynne is an economist who works at Northwestern University and, apparently, for dozens of associations, think tanks etc., as well as finding time to knit, run sprint triathalons, cheer for the Cubs and write an approporiately wonky-but-interesting blog. It’s good stuff; check it out when you get a chance.

I don’t actually know what MIT hopes to accomplish with its survey. If I find out, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, I’m going to be telling everyone about the time I helped the scholars at MIT solve all the world’s problems.

tease.

The new Turbo Pinto is shaping up very nicely. A few hints:

  • Dead/Stones get more of the attention they both deserve.
  • The requests helped. A bunch.
  • It fucking kills me that Peter Gabriel’s So wasn’t recorded until 1986.
  • How’s this for a sequence: Pretenders, Cheap Trick and the B-52s?
  • The Velvet Underground saved my ass again.

Turbo Pinto 2.0. Release date July 1, 2005.