Kyle and I had made a trip over to our local Sports Authority to pass some time looking at disc golf gear, pink tennis balls and eventually the camping equipment. This picture shows Kyle testing out a sleeping bag that was on clearance. Less than 24 hours earlier we had come back from Mt. Charleston to the furnace of Las Vegas. This test was prompted by Kyle’s small sleeping bag that he didn’t really fit into. Thus, we needed to see if it fit.

Kyle ended up not selecting the sleeping bag but filed it away for a purchase at another time. But after leaving the camping equipment the day was fairly ho-hum. Me and Kyle had painted the day before and had a tasty meal of Fuddruckers earlier. Kyle ended up having to go to work so I went home to get ready for the big move. (That has come and gone.)

I felt it hard to motivate my self to do anything. I hated driving because it was too noisy and to hot outside. “Shopping” for house décor also didn’t sound good because that meant dealing with people directly or indirectly. I finally put my finger on it and realized that I just wanted to go back up to the mountain with my fire and good book…and maybe a Newcastle.

Being back around people was really getting on my nerves and I felt like locking myself in my room with the lights off to just relax. I like the people I know; my family and friends, but I have no desire really socialize or “mingle” as the pompous Vegas crowd would say. My social networking groups have my friends list at around 20 or 30. That makes me proud. That’s less people I have to worry about and the less excuses I have to come up with for not wanting to “hang”.

I’ll take a trip up to the mountains over a trip to the bar any day. Life gets to congested and eventually small meaningless things start to annoy me. People who park in two spots on purpose, sidways hats and Obama T-Shirts; they all have nothing to go with the in’s and outs of my daily life (for the most part) yet they will put me in the worse mood. It makes me want to crawl in my sleeping bag and hide. How’s that for a full circle Mr. Annoying freshman English teacher?

Missing....?

So I’m about ready to put up a missing cat poster for this lethargic bag of fur. After we moved into our new house we loaded the devil spawn into a cat carrier and we heard complaints from them non-stop. Once we moved all the furniture in we still had no power so opted to stay at my parent’s house. Before we left we let the cats out and saw all of them hiding somewhere.
The next day was spent running errands and finalizing a few things. Upon return to the house, we saw the girl cat, the black cat but no white cat. Another day goes by and still no white cat. The other two walk around and are becoming very accustomed to the new house. So in anticipation of your thoughts, no I don’t think he could have gotten out. White cat was able to plow his way through a mobil home wall but I think that dry wall is far more superior.
I also don’t think a 17 pound cat is easily hidden but still we cannot find him anywhere. My hopes is that he transformed into a mutant creature and is guarding us from afar but I won’t hold my breath.
In regards to the photo, yes he got in the blanket himself and no he is not currently wrapped in the same blanket.

8/14/08

Rotten bugger was behind some boxes then kept us up all night trying to break into our room. Jerk

Concert #2

So a bit of a break but here we go with concert number two. This show was directly after the Finch show so I was already a bit worn out. My feet still hurt and I’m sure I still had the smell of sweat and cigarettes in my hair, even after the shower. Being tired and sleepy is not the way to get me to bow out of seeing Less Than Jake with Goldfinger.

This show ranks in my top five concerts that I’ve been to. It was a good old fashion ska show with a bunch of silly dancing and singing. The band in the picture is Suburban Legend. They were the opening band and were loads of fun. There was plenty of disco-ska as they put it. It really set the stage for the next few bands.

Second on the list was a band called Big D at the kids table. A ska band but one I’m not to familiar with. It was good times but nothing compared to Goldfinger. Goldfinger came out with a ton of enthusiasm and started yelling at us right from the get go. The guys are getting kinda old but they still put on an amazing show. Claim to fame for that band, when the lead singer jumped into the crowd, it was none other than my head that caught the first and second kicks from his vans. Oh yeah, and the drummer lit his cymbals on fire. Awesome!

So on comes Less Than Jake. Probably my favorite band depending on the mood I’m in. I’ve seen them before and it’s not the last time I’ll see them. Lots of energy and lots of swearing. The show is always fun and at one point they tried getting security to jump on stage and dance. I don’t have to many pictures because it was a mad house. Mitchi and I were up front with Jasmine and Selene. I did spend time being an enforcer. I had to strike down with the Thomas Hammer that I call my right arm to try and keep the girls from harm.

I’m so out of shape. I sweat more that night than I have in a long time. All-in-all I left with a shoe print on my head, a few bruises and a bloody finger. Not to bad.

Concert #1

So this week is a busy week. Las night I saw a favorite band of mine by the name of Finch. It was all and all a fun night of some standing, sweating and suppressing my urge to punch high school kids in the face. It’s been a while since I’ve been to a decent rock show. Last concert I went to was Thrice if I’m not mistaken.

So the night started off leaving directly from work and heading to Mandalay Bay where the House of Blues is located. All and all, a ten minute drive only because of rush hour. One of the things Las Vegas has managed to ruin about good rock shows is starting the show really early. Luckily I get there and no bands have come on. First band, Tickle me Pink. Never heard of them. Decent band over all. Kind of a sad story, the bass player passed away earlier this year so it was a type of tribute show.

Second band goes by the name of Foxy Shazam. On stage, a legitimate band of crazy people. I take it most people have seen One Flew Over the Coo Coo’s Nest. Imagine that movie that with no giant Indian and as a musical. I had to stop looking at the piano player because he was making me uncomfortable. The bass player at one point jumped into the crowd holding his guitar letting the crowd play. The lead singer ran around the stage like a gorilla and at one point ate a burning cigarette. When everything was said and done it was good times.

Finch was Finch, a good show, a lot of energy and no girl pants worn by the lead singer. A plus in my book. Got some decent pictures with my tiny phone and enjoyed the night. Best part was Finch singing a Nine Inch Nails cover song. Don’t recall the title but it was amazing.

Round Two is tonight. Same place, new bands. Less Than Jake, Goldfinger. Probably one of the best two bands you can toss together in a show.

The Battle Has begun....

This is probably the best picture I have ever seen of me and my brother. Its grandeur is met only by its intensity. Why are we so intent on destruction? You take your pick. Aliens, terrorist, girl scouts, whatever, we can take them on all at the same time. Here’s the catch, we would win!

This picture reminds of an old set of lyrics by the band The Atari’s. It goes as follows. Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up. I will say that I must agree with that statement %100. I sometimes think I’m stuck in a world were I can still become an astronaut or a world traveling scientist tracking down the worlds unsolved mysteries. I know all this are not actually going to happen and probably never could but the fun is the wondering what would happen if I did.

In this picture I seem to think that my brother and I are some sort of fighting elite team. I know they are fake guns and I know if my brother shoots me the worst that could happen is a welt. Is it so wrong for a grown man to still dream the adventures of a young boy sneaking around the city in looks for a criminal mastermind? Can I still keep that small thread of excitement for myself?

Yes, it’s a funny picture and yes I know I’m not a GI Joe type warrior but who cares. I still look much cooler than you ever will.