The Four Horsemen are saddling up

Excerpt from a phone conversation with Jarod, Thursday evening, 5:50 pm:

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MATT: Hey, did Schacht ever get a hold of you?
JAROD: Uh, yeah. Probably going to go up there [Adirondacks] next weekend.
MATT: How are you going to get up there?
JAROD: Rent a car. Kate will be with me.
MATT: Who the fuck is Kate?
JAROD: My, uh, girlfriend.
MATT: Ok, the world just broke.
JAROD: Yeah, it's been a good Fall for me.
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Wow, so Jarod is in a relationship. Everything has come full circle.

(Jarod, if you're reading this, you know I jest. Well done my friend)

Apparently "Kate" lives a block away from him in the East Village, so if I go to NYC late October-ish I can have my very own $1200/month studio for a night or two.

Or twenty-six.

S-A-T-U-R! T-U-R! DAY!

I just realized I'm getting quite tired of Iron & Wine.

That is all.

Oh snap.

In an hour and 8 minutes I'll be done with my temp assignment with the state. I had applied for a job as a messanger for a law firm downtown, which would've been awesome as I could've utilized my bike. As of now I'm going to assume I didn't get it, probably because of my unclear future. Oh well; it was $7 an hour, 22 hours a week. And most lawyers suck.

Assuming what few affairs I have are in order, and that the company I applied for in KC doesn't call, I'm thinking of making the trek out to Beantown sometime in late October. I'll stay with my cousin, drop some resumes around and see if anyone bites. Hell, may even try Connecticut.

Road trip, anyone?

Schacht and I made it from Lincoln to Boston in 2 days; we left at 9 on a Saturday morning, got to a hotel in NW Ohio about 10:30 pm; slept, and got back on the road at 8 am and somehow made it to my cousin's in suburban Boston at 9 pm. Shit, we even made an utterly pointless detour through downtown Cleveland.

It'll be interesting to see how long it takes me solo; got places to crash in Chicago, Detroit, maybe even Syracuse. May cut through Ontario in lieu of Ohio this time.

Hell, I'm probably jumping the gun here; I've just completely checked out of this job and really don't feel like being productive.

Case and point- I've been typing this for 13 minutes.

I suck at the blogging

Crap, I somehow posted that twice. When I get home I'll replace this with a picture of something stupid.

EDIT (11 hours later): To hell with stupidity; it's CUTE KITTEN TIME

This would be Hermoine, Liz's cat.

So this damn blog has come to photos of kittens. I'll go watch football now.

(First anti-Bush-related post)

TV on the Radio, one of the few bands that gives me hope that the current state of music is not completely circling the drain, has a new song out (free MP3 download on their label's site).

Anti-Bush songs are a dime a dozen by now, but this is one, if not the best I've heard.

And I realize that posting song lyrics is an incredibly emo thing to do. Maybe later I'll write a some pretentious sonnet (or maybe a haiku, if I'm feeling ZANY). But to hell with it:

http://www.tgrec.com/bands/band.php?id=28&photo=798

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'DRY DRUNK EMPEROR'

baby boy
dieing under hot desert sun,
watch your colours run.

did you believe the lie they told you,
that christ would lead the way
and in a matter of days
hand us victory?
did you buy the bull they sold you,
that the bullets and the bombs
and all the strong arms
would bring home security?
all eyes upondry drunk emperor
gold cross jock skull and bones
mocking smile,
he's been standing naked for a while!
get him gone, get him gone, get him gone!!
and bring all the thieves to trial.

end their promise
end their dream
watch it turn to steam
rising to the nose of some cross legged god
gog of magog
end times sort of thing.
oh unmentionable disgrace
shield the childrens faces
as all the monied apes
display unimaginably poor taste
in a scramble for mastery.
atta' boy get em with your gun
till mr. mega ton
tells us when we've won
orwhat we're gonna leave undone.

all eyes upon
dry drunk emperor
gold cross jock skull and bones
mocking smile,
he's been naked for a while.
get him gone, get him gone, get him gone!!!
and bring all his thieves to trial.

what if all the fathers and the sons
went marching with their guns
drawn on washington.
that would seal the deal,
show if it was real,
this supposed freedom.
what if all the bleeding hearts
took it on themselves
to make a brand new start.
organs pumpin on their sleeves,
paint murals on the white house
feed the leaders L.S.D
grab your fife and drum,
grab yor gold baton
and let's meet on the lawn,
shut down this hypocrisy.

That asshole...

Finally talked to Steve over lunch- that sonuvabitch is going to make $200 + tips at some party at his restaurant (some joint north of Times Square) tonight. Jackass.

Wait, I'm at work right now. I shouldn't be making random posts on my blog. Whoops

Bite me, I like football (and suck at predicting scores), part 2

Let's see how off I am this week!

Nebraska 24
Wake Forest 10

I'll likely be watching this with Liz, cradling a bottle of Knob Creek.

How I spent my Labor Day

READ AND POST ON JONN'S BLOG

The link is to your right.

Below are random photos from last weekend's D Street gathering. If you wonder why we're all sweating... it was hot.

Random photos from the double going-away fiesta, 8/27

These are fucking obligatory:
KYEEEEEEEEIIIIIIII! (yeah, Cory knows the score here):
Jarod and Liz discuss... something intellectual; Maureen looks on:

Thanks for the awesome beverages, Emily:
I like this one just because it resembles some form of torture:

DANCE PARTY D STREET USA (complete with lightsabers). I know like 2 1/2 people in this photo, by the way: Sup Jarod:
Convenient shot of the shortlived mohawk, Jarod's ultra-small Nelson Mandela shirt, and me downing a PBR:
The dude whom will forever be known (by me at least) as the guy with the bottleholder taped to his crutch:

Bite me, I like football

Nebraska 55
Maine 13

EDIT (11:48 pm) ...and as luck would have it, I get to go to the game, courtesy of Gene and Jackie (J-Rod's parents)

CYLLABUS (2nd work rant)

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"Hey, 'syllabus' is spelled with a 'c', right?"

"I think it's an 's'"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, pretty sure"

"Then why do all those smart college people spell it with a 'c'?"

"Haha"
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...what the fuck?

The things I overhear at work... ironically I was listening to 'Scorpio Rising' by Death in Vegas at the time, the chorus of which is "If I don't go crazy I'll lose my mind"

I had to get out and took an early lunch; just as I walk back in the building Sarah calls and asks if I'd eaten yet. Gosh darnit. At least I got the Lyrics Born album at Homers; gave me something new to listen to during the afternoon. And I found out I won't be getting that reporter job, at least any time soon. Whatever.

Guess I had better put Phase 12 into effect.