Cough Cool

"Space you see, Michael, is all-expanding at the speed of light.
It's a mathematical certainty that somewhere among all those millions of stars there's another planet where they speak English."

I downloaded a compilation of acoustic Misfits covers called Night of the Living Devilock,
Redbear did an amazing cover of Cough Cool.

I really need to start reminding myself that cheerios are only part of a complete breakfast.

Also, need to go pick up my new glasses in Gaithersburg.

That's all I have to say to you right now, internet.

P.S. Last night's sleepy Bepstein quote was, "This isn't my house."

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The universe has been around for something like thirteen.seven billion years.
We really are all made of stars,
which seems a lot less romantic with a factual basis.

I spent some time today thinking about where bits of me might end up in the next billion years.
When I was younger I was happy, then unhappy, then happy again.

You are more than the sum of your parts.

Rest your head

The show last night went really well.
Dustin (and the furniture) and Jordan (Big Spirit) brought their brand new baby pitbull pup with them. Her name is Florida and she likes sock, naps, ketchup and sitting in your lap/pocket.
Randi played her dinoset and then Big Spirit followed by Dustin.
There was a decent turnout for such short notice, plus a lot of people had already made plans to see fucked up.
After the show we listened to Why? and played pictionary.

Oh, I found my keys!
They were in Andy's car.

Also, I went to go see the new Underworld prequel with Greg today.
I'm not sure how I feel about it but I'm a big fan of all the ties to the original movie.

Speaking of movies, I was browsing the Oscar nominations.
Milk really needs to win best picture and Heath better pick up best supporting.

Toe tattoos soon, I promise.

I've been spending an awful lot of time at the tattoo museum recently so I've taken to writing out a tattoo schedule for myself.
Monday Alex gets his flower, Tyler gets his d*** shadow on the third, Patrick is getting toe tats with me in the next few days, Josh is getting his secret tattoo the next Wednesday that Adam is available and I need to get my composite supes filled in soon.

Sometimes when I'm extremely exhausted,
I yawn so intensely that I pull a muscle in my jaw and it wakes me up.
No sleep.

P.S. Skate 2 is fucking ridiculous.

there are no pan-asian supermarkets down in hell

So, I just lost my keys.
I hate losing shit.

I just got home, sans keys, and I have to get up way too early to go see the family dentist.

Where the fuck are my keys?

I just watched the blu-ray version of the Dark Knight on Andy's HD monster screen. I'm pretty sure that with the exception of Maggie Gyllenhaal, Batman was the least impressive character in that movie- which is fine because Aaron Eckart and Heath could've carried the film themselves, plus Gary Oldman plays a decent Gordon.
They really need to get a Green Lantern movie in the works.

I need to draw a tattoo for Lucia. I need to draw a tattoo for Amanda.
I need more people to draw tattoos for.

Oh! Oh! Last night, I saw a film
at the talking head.
VIGILANTE.
So intense.
I swear to god Fred Williamson would tear Batman apart.

Also, yesterday-
sick sled session in Wyman Park.
We spent the whole day sledding and tossing snowballs with the neighborhood kids.
and there were dogs everywhere!

I should probably mention that we're having a show at our house on Thursday.
Dustin and the Furniture and Big Spirit were supposed to play the Frisby House but it didn't work out so he called us up and asked to play at our place.
The Owls Go and Randi will be playing as well.
Hopefully it'll be a great show as it will probably be the only show we ever have at our house.
Come out, see some bands.
You know, you know.

I can't believe I lost my fucking keys.
I'm almost positive they're either in between Andy's sofa cushions, or beneath the passenger seat of his car.
The thing about that is, if you know anything about James Andrew Hering, you know he does not pick up his phone.

And the gargoyles? They came running.

THINGS ARE RATHER QUIET.

I dreamt that I was in a plane crash last night.
It was sort of like a '90s action movie crash in the way that I was under the impression that, had I been a major player in the film, I would've survived somehow.

Boca burgers are something you can live on for a decent amount of time, just sayin'.
I have a really bizarre appreciation for the combination of ketchup and mustard together on a burger.

I'm working on a pretty serious long-term prank on Tyler.
If you enjoy pizza and would like to help, let me know.

I'm a measly twenty pages from finishing the Halloween Tree,
I must go.

Last night's sleepy Bepstein Quote - was actually just a series of whistles and blowing sounds
"tsssssssssssschuuuuuuuuu"

Think ink, drink from the sink.

One of these clever girls will be tattooed on Ian Fischer in less than twelve hours.
I love drawing tattoos for people. I love going with friends to get tattoos.

Endless Mike and the Beagle Club were fantastic. They played my favorite song, This Machine Kills Pacifists.

I ended up grabbing a gallon of minute maid fruit punch from giant with Alex after the show, so much for breaking my juice habit.
I am a juice fiend.

No sleepy Bepstein quotes tonight, Randi and I scared him off with old injury stories. Speaking of which, I remembered a pretty crucial story which I hadn't thought of in a while.
So, homecoming night sophmore year of highschool I'm hanging out with James Andrew Hering (Andy) in my basement. He's playing with this big ol' knife. I gesture to him to stop messing around.
He slices off the tip of my left index finger.
True story,
we spend several hours in the emergency room stitching my finger back on.
We end up at the dance a few hours late and everyone sees this huge bandage on my finger and grabs at it.
Homecoming '02, what a night.

How do you forget shit like that? Thats the kind of story you could tell everyday for the rest of your life, and maybe I will now that I remember.

Obama traffic better not fuck up my day tomorrow.

Would you rather slub a wub-wub?

I need to get out more.

Endless Mike tomorrow night at the frisby house.
Also, I really want to go see My Bloody Valentine in 3d, anyone who's down with the third dimension is welcome to tag along.

Drake and Josh is such a sweet show. iCarly has its moments too.
i caught a couple episodes of both last night and they weren't bad.

Angie brought over this ridiculous Matthew Perry dramedy, everything goes belly up for him but he ends up winning back his wife's affection and the respect of his two haphazard siblings by shitting on his neighbor's yard.

I'm about 68% sure about moving to Chicago this summer.
I need to find a roommate, I need to find an apartment, I need to find a job.
Fuck real life.

I'm trying to ween myself off of fruit punch, it's not going over too well.
I'm a fuckin' juice fiend.

The sleepy Bepstein quote of the evening is: "did they ever get that balbum back?"

Tough Love 2: Expungement Day

It's not easy letting go,

but a time comes when you can't carry on any longer.
That time is now, friend.

Let go, Jack.