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I went.  I went and it was good.  After nearly a decade of listening to regional act Caroline’s Spine, after nearly a decade of missed shows, and CD’s spun to death, Miami, OK was a place that brought me supreme joy last night.  And maybe it was just the joy brought with anticipation, but I dare say that show is in my top 3 concerts of all time, even though it was a smallish thing.

I was able to get right up in front.  The biggest disappointment is my lack of pictures.  I tried, but my phone did not cooperate.  But screw it.  Those memories will live on.  Probably the only show I would be more hyped about right now is if Our lady Peace came back through.  I picked up a CD, got a guitar pick (which was neat, because on the back of the pick, which you can’t see below, it actually had the band name stamped on it), and had it all, and my ticket (#1 mind you) signed.  Am I fanboy?  Sure, I’ll take that title on.  I’ve only ever bothered getting two other albums in my life signed.  One was trash, I was just young and standing in the wrong line, the other were guys I knew.  I just figure it exemplifies the importance they have for me.

I just missed the drummer.  It was late, people were getting cranky about leaving, and he was back up on the corner of stage, so we missed him.  BUT, apparently hope is not lost, because while the impression was that this was sort of a last hurrah tour, they are apparently putting out a new album in January.  I giggle in anticipation.  So last night was good.  I am happy.

Okay, so, you ever have that pre-sick feeling?  You know what I’m talking about, where things just feel weird?  Not bad per se, but you know something‘s wrong, and it’s probably going to fucking suck in a couple days.  Yeah, I’m so there right now.  Not sure what the deal is, but I am being advised that it sounds pre-fluish.  I feel like I want to escape my skin, as if it is a bug infested burlap sack.  Can you imagine having burlap sack skin?  It’s horrible.  I definately have the joint pains, but some is less normal than others.  Like my lower back aches, but not so much in the spine, as it is in the stuff that makes up the lower back.  The viscera, the muscular back goo.

I say this only because normally I can tell if I’m getting sick, because it happened infrequently (once every two-three years).  More recently, I appear to have weakened and see it once or twice a year.  But I just can’t tell what’s up right now.  I don’t exactly feel sick.  I just feel…spoiled, or sour.  But every day after work the past couple days I’ve just been sore and drained.  Gone to bed early, hopped up on ibuprofen (I call it riding the big I).  I no longer have that keen insight into what my body is doing with itself.

In fact, and let’s see if people agree with me here, I was fine till I started living in Pittsburg.  I think this town has some sort of vile attachment.  A demonic fucking other, that pisses in the water and farts in the air.  Am I right or am I right?  If you live here, you know precisely what I am talking about.  And I don’t even hardly care, except that I have a meeting I really would like to not miss tomorrow, and a concert Saturday that if I am alive, I will have my ass carried there in a wheel barrow if I have to.  And if I am dead, someone will be forced to strap my rotting, lifeless corpse to their back and carry me.  It would be my dying wish.

While I have a ton of stuff I could probably discuss, as I have once again lapsed in regular posting, I choose to focus on one thing this go around, and that’s movies. Even though I spent about an hour in Hastings trying to scrounge up three previewed rentals worth buying, it turns out there is an enormous amount of stuff coming out that I’m looking forward to seeing in the theater.

Last weekend I saw Accepted. I had watched the preview for this movie, and wrote it off as your standard college comedy; worth a few cheap laughs and gimmicky plot lines. I was absolutely right. The thing is, I guess I really sorta like that about that genre of movie. Let’s face it, being of the slightly post-college age, I still get enjoyment out of seeing that kind of cuture glorified and twisted into a completely unreal sense of…well…reality. Van Wilder, Old School (of which Accepted "borrows" a lot from), Road Trip, Dorm Daze, and other movies of this sort have a certain quality, that while they lack any real originality and go for cheap laughs, that’s sort of what makes them worthwhile in their own right.

I still haven’t made it out to see Snakes on a Plane yet. But I will. Not sure when with my busy schedule for the next couple weeks, but dammit, I want to see it. I know what I’m in for, and I know what to expect, and it’s not Oscar performances. How can it be disappointing? So far I have heard only good things, at least from the people I trust on such matters. The ones I haven’t heard good things from, well, I wouldn’t have expected them to like it anyway.

Likewise, I missed The Descent, which garnered surprisingly good reviews for a horror movie, and I haven’t seen and will probably miss Pulse. I like scary movies, especially ones that can get it done right, and so far these look like recent winners. Guess I’ll be snagging DVD’s of them down the road. Hey, I can only afford to go to the movies so often anyway, right?

So, another childhood memory looks prepped for destruction. Warner Bros. is releasing a CGI Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie next year. I am going to try and reserve judgement on this, but I can’t imagine it being done to please me. Then again, I doubt they’re doing it for me, they’re doing it for the 8-10 year olds who don’t even know about the original, live action movie. Granted, after movie #2 (or maybe during it), they sorta started slipping downhill significantly, the original is still a cherished portion of my DVD collection. And you gotta admit, though cheesy, Super Shredder was sorta cool.

Beerfest is out this weekend. I’ll probably find time for it Sunday. If not Sunday, then Monday. If not Monday, then I’ll shoot myself in the face.

Of course, there’s stuff I think I’ve mentioned before, like Ghost Rider, Transformers, Spider Man 3, and A Scanner Darkly that are either a ways out, or not something that’ll be around here.

Saw 3 and The Grudge 2 come out this October, which seems like appropriate timing. The Saw franchise has rapidly turned into a cash cow for Lion’s Gate. And for good reason, because as far as the genre goes, they deliver well. And an interesting point of note, that while White Noise was a crappy "scary" movie, there’s a sequel coming out, with none of the original cast, but starring Nathan Fillion. It’s in post-production with a 2007 release planned, and I’m curious, because I trust ol’ Nate.

Employee of the Month looks like it should be good for a few laughs, in the style of Office Space meets Waiting. Plus with Dane Cook, you just sort of attach certain expectations to it regardless. And Crank might be an unexpectedly good action flick, mostly because Jason Statham is, well, a badass. And I have little clue what exactly this is about per se, but it could be funny as balls (I don’t have HBO, and know who Ali G is only as some kind of TV personality). The Marine could be another movie good for some bang-bang, shoot ‘em up, blow ‘em up scenes. Probably little else though. For us football lovers, Invincible should be a good warm up to NFL season. Children of Men could go either way on the Sci-fi/drama side. Might be neat, might be crap.

On a completely unrelated note, this could be the precursor to something exciting. Or it could just be someone being a fuck head.

So how are you?  I am fine?  You make with the sexy pictures?  I liking them very muchly.  Please thank you.

Well the iPod finally got here today.  This little fucker is slick.  It made running much more enjoyable today, to say the least.  I’m interested in testing out the battery life and such.  Look how small!

I think I’m much happier I got it over the video iPod.  Speaking of running, I officially hit two and a half miles today.  I was bad this weekend and jumped the gate at the stadium to run out there.  It’s not my fault they had it locked up.  If they didn’t want people in there they should make the walls higher…or post signs.  Signs that say don’t jump the gate when it’s locked.  And then I’d say "Okay sign, you got it."  And I’d go run elsewhere.  Somewhere I’m not jumping the gate.  Tonight it was open and there were people about though, so I figured they realized that they couldn’t keep me out.

So I was watching Firefly over this past week.  If you don’t know the TV show, you’re missing out and need to either rent it, or catch it on the Sci-Fi Channel.  Sadly, Fox canned it after 13 episodes, much like they do with all sorts of good shows.  Anyway, not the point.  While watching it, I caught a couple goofs.  The funniest of which being Jayne climbing the side of a trash bin to reprogram it.  He climbs past a display screen, and we catch a glimpse of what is clearly a Windows hradware installation wizard screen (or similar process).  Fucking Microsoft, survining the centuries and a trip across the galaxy.

My new addiction has kicked in.  Fantasy Football.  I am in three leagues.  The first of which we’ve already drafted.  The next is tomorrow.  My current team looked a little rough at first, but following a trade I have sudden developed a fairly powerful QB/WR combo.  I’m a tad thin at RB, but it’s headed by Tiki Barber.  I’d like a good strong #2 or #3 man behind him though, as I fear Droughns might not be the best for that spot.  My third league still has several open slots if anyone is interested.  It’s on NFL.com.  We just play for fun, and none of us are too advanced, so let me know if you want to join in and I’ll send you an invite.

Well, I asked for it, and I got it.  After two days of various running, exercises, and now swimming, I definitely feel like I’m working out.  I was fine until yesterday afternoon, then some of the running soreness started setting in to my thighs.  Then I went swimming, hehe.  Now pretty much everything is sore.  My nagging left knee, which recently has been well behaved, is back to its old tricks.  My solution?  A daily, triple shot of glucosmine chondritin (sic?) and more exercise.  I may be sore, but everything is still moving properly.  I am hesitant to toss on the knee brace, since I am trying to strengthen it.  I don’t want artificial support to detract from that.

So I continue full steam ahead.  I expect to revisit Day 1’s routine today, except this time add one more stretch to the running and increase the push-ups and sit-ups by 10%(ish).  We’ll see, I might overestimate my ability a tad, but no reason not to try.  Feel the burn…