I learned a new word today: Drachonfodder. It's German for dragon fodder, and it means the act of bringing home flowers and candy (and bourbon! --Ed.) and etc shit because your wife is super pissed.
THANK YOU, INTERNETS.
If you don't go look here, yr a dope.
I just remembered that Death Cab for Cutie covered Julian Cope's "Shut Your Mouth." I don't really have anything else to say about that, it just kind of popped into my head?
LJG: the best thing ever
LJG: "The Litany of Beer:
LJG: on a T-shirt
LJG: I'm buying it
LJG: because it encompasses possibly my two favorite things: 1) Beer 2) Sci-fi.
The G: DUUUNNNNNNE. HAHAHA. They have it as a baby doll tee.
LJG: should i get regular sized or baby doll?
LJG: I feel like regular even in a small wouldn't be normal
LJG: maybe a medium baby doll??
The G: that's you - you're my medium babydoll.
The G: blog name. right there
The Oasis concert was good. Jet was eh, Jet. Teeshirts were ugly, high school kids were all saliva-y and stumbling. Hanging with my brother's girlfriend (The GF: "I will give you a crisp new twenty if you yell 'WONDERWALL WOOOOOOOOO' and hump that guys leg over there. The 17 year old. Yeah, him. Remember, the 'WOOOOOO' is crucial") was most definitely above-par, and I took a picture of Liam onscreen with my spanking new camera phone thing, but it's just a big blobby of bright light.
Tonight, I'm experimenting in drinking binges with my husband at L16. Why? Why the Local? What hast thou done to deserve? Why on a Friday night, god, why?
Remember, "Burn to Shine" is tomorrow, only 6 dollars.
Wish you were here.