
Yesterday, for most of the day, I was having minor crap factory issues.
Last night, before bed, I was achy and sore all over.
At 5:30 AM I woke up feeling like someone had jabbed me in the sternum with a broomstick. I writhed around in bed, got up, took an Aleve, drank a glass of water, got back in bed, writhed around some more, and fell asleep.
At 6:30 AM I woke up drenched in sweat, all over my chest and head. I got up and grabbed a shirt out of the dirty clothes, wiped myself off, turned my pillow over, and went back to sleep.
None of these symptoms coincided with one another.
I woke up this morning, ate some cereal, and called in sick to work. Then I slept until 2:00, but I've felt just fine since then.
Weird.
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"Too little testosterone is bad, too much is bad but the right amount is perfect," said Barbara Ehrlich of Yale University in Connecticut, who led the study.
Genius, right there. Straight from Yale muthafuckin' University comes this gem of insight.
Of course 'too much' is bad. If it were good it'd be 'enough'.
Conversely, if 'too little' were good, it'd be 'not too much'.
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In a bizarre twist of fate...
Travis - my friend/neighbor/podcast co-host/Kathleen's husband - comes over for yesterday's podcast and tells me that he was driving home earlier and saw a turtle in the street. Like the kind person that he is, he stopped in the road, turned on his hazard lights, went to pick up the turtle, and carried it to safety.
A man saw this as he drove by and stopped to commend him. "Hey! I thought I should stop and let you know what a nice person you are for helping that turtle. Why, just the other day my daughter stopped to help a turtle and somebody ran over it right in front of her eyes!"
Of course, Travis hadn't even heard my turtle murder story. It wasn't until he got home and told Kathleen about this that he learned, "That was Jeremy!"
Yeesh. There's only one logical conclusion to this story. Yep...
In an act of divine terrapin vengeance, the demon of the turtle I slayed is going to possess my body and force me to dress in a turtle costume and repeatedly cross the darkest, busiest night street in town where I'll be run-over by the very woman who tried to save it. I leave all my stuff to my cat.
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Now, I made this before noticing that there was a page 2 on that website with three Skittles references already on it. So get off my back already.

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I hit a turtle yesterday with my car, and I still feel bad about it. Not as much about the turtle as about the lady.
You see, I was exiting my neighborhood, and there was a lady standing in the street, right in my way as I was pulling up to the stop sign to turn left. I couldn't have guessed what she was doing, her car was on the other side of the street. Was she waiting for somebody who was supposed to be following her? She got out of my way, and I waited for a car to pass before I turned left, and as I did I felt my tire slip on something. What WAS that? I look in my mirror and see the shell, and the lady running toward her car, hands clasped to her face. Oops! I didn't even see you there, turtle. Sorry. And sorry, lady, too. I figured out what she was doing...
She was obviously coaxing the turtle out of the street so she could take it home and cook it in garlic butter. Looks like it's mayoneggs again tonight. Poor lady.
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It's been a while, yes. But I'm busy. And when I'm not busy, I'm lazy. And that's a bad combination for updatin' livejournals. Fortunately, LJ's not blocked at work any more. I expect it will be again eventually. It seems like they installed some new security software and had to go back and re-block everything, and this was probably not a high blocking priority.
I need to do posts about my cat and my new cookware, but those require pictures. So I'll leave those alone for now.
Still being pretty lazy about house stuff. Those cabinet doors have been sitting in the garage waiting to be painted for a couple of months now. It's just too hot for that kind of thing, even well after the sun goes down. I put up my new ceiling fan instead. It has a remote. Maybe I'll put a picture of that up on here, too.
Band stuff is always really not interesting for everyone else. So I'll do an EXTENSIVE update on all of my band ventures. You're so lucky!
( Band junk )
Ok, that's it.
Sorry.
So, I've been going back and reading my old entries. No surprise - I was whiny. A lot of that stuff that I have hidden away actually doesn't matter to anybody at all anymore, so I might go back and release most of it. I don't think I can release all of it, though. There's some things that you just don't wanna know.
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ok, maybe it is a show post. it was supposed to be about jenny's hair, but it just depends on your perspective.
tonight my third band is playing at the opolis with it's hysterical and purple cow story. it's a show worth going to because:
1. (and foremost, especially for the girls) you can bear witness to jenny's new hair. any way i tried to describe it on here would do it no justice.
2. this band hasn't played a show in three months, and won't be playing again for another three months, plus: it's dancey.
3. all the bands are (supposedly) playing sets shorter than 30 minutes. i, personally, feel that all shows should be like this. except, of course, shows with bands that people actually want to see.
so, anyway... opolis, $7, starts at 10:00. i wish i could make it free. how much of a difference would that make for you?
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As many of you know by now, Tom and I have started a podcast called Festival City Radio. I hope you all will give it a listen, and hopefully you'll think it's worth subscribing to.
My question is, is there anybody who doesn't know anything about podcasts and how to get them and how to subscribe to them? I have to admit, there was a lot I didn't know before we actually made one.
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So has everyone seen the Separation by now? If you haven't and you want to see me play drums you should come to the OU student union tonight between 9PM and 11PM because we'll be playing and, best of all, it's free. This is the type of show that you invite your family out to - no smoking, no rowdy drunks, and no obligation to stick around for any substantial amount of time if you hate it.
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Hey dudes, I know you all want to go to the Mae-Shi show tomorrow (Monday) night at the Conservatory. Their shows are awesome and, if there's enough people there, can become quite crazy. That isn't necessarily why I got my tooth knocked out at their show in Austin last March, but let's pretend it is and that it makes you want to see what's so damn crazy about them.
Look!

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I need to stop trusting anybody ever, even my best friends, because they will take every opportunity to take advantage of me. $6500. ($8000 if you count Gart.) *sigh*
I've learned my lesson, though. I'm a crotchety old man long before my time (as evidenced by my gray hairs). What's really getting me down is that nobody acts like it's a big deal to owe me so much money. That's money that I worked for. That's a LOT of work. Like, a few MONTHS STRAIGHT, of FULL-TIME WORK! Work that I effectively was not paid for, but instead paid for my roommates' bills and rent.
And then there's the frustration involved with trying to get ahold of someone that doesn't want you to get ahold of them. Of course, I'm ready to sue one of my old roommates, but I hear he doesn't have a job, so yeah, blood from a turnip.
I hate having to deal with this shit, because it shouldn't be my responsibility. I did these people a favor, a BIG favor, a HUGE favor. And never got even a thanks.
Do you think bawling will help?
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Yes, because you have to hear this at least 7 times before you have it memorized. And I want you to plan it into your weekend nice and early.
Saturday, May 15. Pilot to Gunner Mandragora Tyler's Stereo @ the Conservatory (8911 N. Western, OKC) Doors @ 9:00, around $6
Please please please? For me?
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No party, no cake, no presents from my sisters, no presents or phone calls from my dad or granddad or uncle. What the fuck? All I got was a present from my mom (who was in the HOSPITAL at the time), one from Jenny, and a 4-pack of fancy beer from Richie. It's not that I didn't get enough presents or anything. It's just, what the fuck is up? Maybe I should go back to having a bad attitude about my birthdays. Even though I dreaded them, at least I felt a little more loved.
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I WOULD like to be a millionaire.
I got the five phone questions right. They were something like this:
1. Put this Indian's name from a movie in order: a. in b. his c. hair d. wind
2. Put these events in Ronald Reagan's life in chronological order: a. film debut b. elected president c. elected governor of california d. married Jane Wyman
3. Put these innovations in chronological order: a. saw mill b. alchemy c. artifical heart d. cotton gin
4. Put these birth stones in order of their month: a. ruby b. diamond c. garnet d. turquoise
5. Put these Aerosmith songs in order of release date: a. love in an elevator b. livin on the edge c. walk this way d. don't wanna miss a thing
Then I had to pick a "tape date", which is when I would be filming the show if my name is randomly drawn out of all the people that picked the same date as me. It caught me off guard because the first tape date is in FIVE DAYS. I picked the latest one, the 26th. I now think that was probably the worst date I could have picked. I'll find out if my name was drawn on the 24th.
Thanks Sascha. I would have definitely been screwed on the birth stone one.
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I just found out my avatar says "white".
Thanks Steve, I'll e-mail you back soon.
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