Our van got fixed! We made it out of Bowling Green, Ohio! We are now beyond broke!
We brought a notebook along with us so we could keep track of expenses (a lot) and money earned (not a lot). It took about two minutes for this to become filled with funny doodles. Since we missed our show in Detroit, Jason drew this:
Since we got the Lemuria cd at the Snapcase house in Buffalo we have listened to it about a meellion times (a meellion, Jason and I decided, is not at all literally a million, but instead just means “a lot”). It keeps getting better. Your job is to like that band. They have a myspace page because, well, it’s 2006 and they’re a band.
myspace.com/lemuria
I rediscovered candy corn yesterday. It’s a shame that such a delicious candy only gets serious consideration from snack eaters in the weeks that precede Halloween. And despite the fact that I typically eat it until I feel ashamed, I love the stuff. I am a firm believer that there is only one way to go about properly eating candy corn, it’s a 4-step process which I have laid out in the following photos. You’re welcome.
First, get some candy corn.
Then, eat the white tip, doing your best to fully remove all the white without eating too much of the orange.
Now flip the candy around and eat the yellow part, still avoiding the orange.
Finally eat the orange remainder and feel good about the whole process.
I cannot remember the last time I ate candy corn without adhearing to this process. It’s sad really.
Other than serving the purpose of my fascist leaning towards the consumption of candy corn, my camera didn’t really get used all that often over the last few days, which is a shame because we were in Chicago and Chicago, if you didn’t already know this, is awesome. You should visit it. Oh, and while you’re there take some pictures and then send them to me so I can pretend I took them and post them on this blog. I did take one picture of our time in Chi-town; it was, sadly enough, this picture:
That’s right. Outside is Chicago, a beautiful city full of photo worthy statues, buildings, fountains, and a host of other things, but I decide to take out my camera only once to preserve a dirty table. I am completely aware of how stupid this is. I am sorry.
We played at Uncle Pleasants in Louiseville, KY last night. This is the sign outside the club:
What, exactly, isn’t completely creepy about an “uncle” that wears a top hat and refers to himself as pleasant? We live in the age of hyberbole and when someone insists they are pleasant it probably means they totally suck or are terribly wierd. I’ll take neither. The venue was one of those places that charges money and keeps the first $150 for themselves and then gives the rest to the band. This is a great idea if your band is able to bring in a lot of people because you don’t have to give the venue a percentage. Unfortunately we are not a band that has a strong pull in Louisville. We made $0, which, when gas is $3 a gallon, is not pleasant whatsoever.
Last night we stayed with some people who had baby raccoons. Baby raccoons are ADORABLE!
See what I mean?
Brett
