wanted: Tool fan

woke up at 2am with LCD Soundsystem's north american scum banging around in my head. i wish there were an "off" switch for the musical jukebox in my head. barring that, i wish it offered up more variety. it would be nice, for instance, to wake up with mozart's serenade for winds or something.

stopped by the bike shop yesterday to pick up my new road bike, the one fuji offered up as a replacement for the one i done tore up. it's brushed silver, red & black, and it's upgraded to 10-speed.


2 brand new bikes and a Lapple^TM. jesus, can life get any better?? - wellllll, i could be seeing Tool in a month. oh wait, i am!! shaZAM. but since all my friends are from Planet Ghey, where they listen to Bright Eyes, Fall Out Boy and Death Cab for Cutie all day long, i can't find anyone who wants my extra ticket.

i figure, though, that rog at the bike shop is a shoe-in, based on the fact that he's hooked me up with APC and Tool bootlegs; he's got tats over half his body and is attacking the remaining half with a planned, phased offensive; and he's a veteran of white-trash mahem like Am-Jam. shoe-in, right?

-- hey rog, you wanna go see Tool in AC in june?
-- DUDE. when?
-- 2nd saturday of the month. like the 9th or 10th i think.
-- seriously? i'm gonna be in AC that weekend anyway. big tattoo conference. what, you can't go?
-- i have an extra ticket. floor, 19th row.
-- aw, no way. that's too close for me.

i stare at rog and, like always, have to struggle against the temptation to pass any object at hand through his earlobes. he's got lobe-rings that are about the diameter of your index finger, and every time i see him i want to stick stuff through those holes. i have the same fascination with F's Nike Shox running shoes. holes need filling. it's just a fact of nature.

-- too CLOSE?!? what are you, fucking 60? - he shakes his head.
-- my days of that shit are OVER.

the argument that he'll still let Bubba the Tat Artist stick him in the ribcage with needles for 20 hours goes unsaid. but he did get me to thinking. should i just grow up and start buying seats in the stands or, better yet, cultivate a taste for lucinda williams and shawn colvin?

i will think about it.
meanwhile, u want to see Tool u let me kno. finleynineatgmail.com

have a good weekend and happy MOTHER's day kath & AH.

dublin, 2007

- so, what did you do in dublin? - asked F.

- what did i do in dublin. well let's see, i went to church (twice); visited 4 museums; browsed 6 bookstores; went to gaol (kilmainham, that is); saw 2 plays; attended the irish blog awards; got wasted, lost and hit by a spitball in the stephens green shopping centre; got sneered at, celebrated, felt up and overcharged for being american; ran through the ringsend wastewater treatment center; got very wet, very cold and very lost; celebrated my birthday with a bunch of strangers and a very cute, earnest german boy straight out of university; and did NOT get shit on by a cat. it was awesome.

- gosh, and to think i'm going to acapulco instead.

sure i'd be in acapulco too if the pints were decent and if i weren't bone-poor right now but they're not, and i am, so it's delaware for me.

meanwhile, here are some more pix, and here's fatmammycat's Tale of Glendalough (which means Cat&Finn of the Many Sorrows in gaeilge).

happy friday and i need some sleep.

the backyard

it's winter. finally.