I'll spare you the details, especially in the case of the fact that you might be eating. Don't worry, I'm fine, this involves no sort of accident but rather a severely discomforting situation, some blood, some humility, and the mention of the term "scalpel." So I was freaking a little about it and G was right there with me. Cracking jokes, from time to time, the ones that you know everyone wants to crack but only someone who really loves you could not only get away with saying, but damn near be complimented for the perfect-a-mundo timing and contextual humility requisite to get the humor. That, a smile that could disarm a viking searching for the last chicken wing, and you've got an obvious in-love moment for the grandkids to hear about. Yep, I knew she loved me that one night when she was in the hospital because I freaked out at the sight of a little... I mean, I would've done it for her too, aside from the jokes. And that's another thing - don't ever, especially when you're bilogically predisposed to not only misunderstand but just find the topic of amusingly uncomfortable medical experiences a little less-than-important-enough-to-get-bent-out-of-shape-about (a.k.a. being a man) - joke about someone's amusignly uncomfortable medical experiences. They will come back to bite you in the ass, I can promise you that.
So you think all those honies you've been looking at in the magazines really look all that schnazzy? Think again. This is for all the women out there who've looked at the images their men (or sons) stare at for hours with a short rebuttal consisting of "looks airbrushed." Turns out our women have been smarter than we were all the while (as if they didn't know this already).
i don't talk too much about music on my site. if i did, chances are i wouldn't have time to get much else done aside from talking about music. i listen to it, hear about it from gina, who hears about it from her brother, play it, read about it, read what others are saying about it, and on and on. anyway, this weekend we're going to go see a band i've recently gotten into called the the Kings of Leon. If you don't know about them yet, check them out whatever you do. If you think you've heard them, you might be right, because they're becoming popular quickly (maybe a result of doing the cute VW commercial soundtrack with the young indie couple hopping up and down in their new house, which they bought for fear of murderous neighbors). I have no complaints whatsoever about the group and can't even describe how excited I am about the show, which we'll be seeing in lovely Asheville, NC (close to where we got hitched, and across the street from where our after-party was hosted). Something about the way the lead singer sings their relatively interesting lyrics snatched me when I first heard them. Maybe its in the way the guy mumbles (I mumble most of the time so I dig it when I hear other people mumbling, especially when they're famous). Anyway, its what's playing now, so listen to it.
I mean damn, dude. I knew they were rock-solid but the show couldn't have ever been predicted as being so good. It does seem a new trend that opening bands are performing their asses of, but this show was opened by the Secret Machines. I had heard of their abilities, of how good their sound is, but I had no idea. SM blew it out pretty much, and as raw performances go I'd say they did a slightly better job than KOL on stage. But KOL were amazing in that raw, southern-rock, "we'll blow your eardrums outta your head" kind of fashion. If you get a chance, do check this tour out.
This morning I found out that our old confused little friend Pat Robertson is up to his old antics again, spewing his own form and flavor of [what he refers to as] Christianity. I didn't like what I heard, so when asked by the television (CNN, specifically) to send in via email my thoughts on the matter, I did so with furious vigor. A few minutes later I heard my name come out of the television and looked up to see that my letter was being read aloud! So if you missed it, here's the transcript, which I'm not ashamed or afraid of admitting is my own writing.
Pat Robertson has, as many other Christians have, lost his way. At some point he and his political cohorts and their respective, collective agendas have taken precedence over their spiritual backgrounds. He is not - repeat not - a voice that I or any other Christian should have speaking on our behalf. No Christian should support assassination, or practice hatred, or greed.