I realized today the importance of watching my mouth around my little sister. Some of her favorite quotes listed from Facebook:
"Not working as in not coming to work or not working as in coming to work and not working?" -Wayne Graham, asking [Aaron] about his plans for the week
"It’s okay, I hate tomatos, too." -Aaron, to Andrew [Piester] "But you eat them!" me, to Aaron "I do not like them; I eat them out of respect, because if there were no tomatos, there would be no ketchup" -Aaron
"Do not buy Duracell; those are Republican batteries. Only buy Energizer…and Colgate Total" -Aaron, in answer to my comment that my batteries were a waste of money
"This tux makes me look fat" -Aaron, at Josh [Jacobs’] wedding "It’s okay, you’ll make me look skinny!" -[Erica]
Everybody’s a writer these days. I think I’ll shut up and just think from now on.
After years of a demeaner best characterized by an analogy to the character of Toby Ziegler played by Richard Schiff on the West Wing, I’m slowly coming to the realization that I may perhaps not actually end up being a bastard my whole life. I only think of this because I just saw the episode where he went out in what the show called going "down in some quasi-orgasmic blaze of self-pity and self-destructive, self-aggrandizing attempted glory". I probably couldn’t even describe so well, much less accomplish, such a feat.
For those of you who haven’t found your soulmate yet, or if you just want a little play-action, we at the Aaron Traffas Band have just launched our new Sweedish social networking site, www.traffas.se. It’s still in the beta stage, but you can go ahead and register to have a look around. You never know who you’ll meet.
I had an excellent time back home this weekend at Josh’s wedding. Sorry about the car, my friend, but you knew it was coming.
It was fun to go to Buster’s and close it down without having to work, though I’m looking forward to a triumphant return this Saturday for the Thanks-Buster’s-giving show. I’m hearing the quiet, though ever growing, beating of the drums of the warriors marching home to Barber County for the rock show. Look out for a packed house and some new songs.
I caught Pete last Thursday at Bullwinkle’s. That guy just keeps getting better and writing more and better songs. I’m waiting for the VH1 Storytellers so I can hear and understand everything and not be distracted by the drunks. Thanks, Pete, for letting me play a few.
I went to PJs tonight and saw a girl named Jennifer play her first bar show at the Sunday open mic. That was quite possibly the bravest thing I’ve seen in a while. I don’t know if I would actually have the balls to play for the first time in front of a bunch of barely post-adolescent, under-age drunks who could quite accurately be described as a pack of hungry wolves encountering a slow ungulate. And I’m not a pretty, young girl playing a bunch of originals.
There’s this girl of whom I’ve been seeing a lot lately. I guess I’d better enjoy it while I can before she actually reads this log thing.
That’s right, Mr. and Mrs. America. It’s the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November. You know what that means.
Polls in Indiana, Kentucky, Florida, Georgia, New Hampshire, South Carolina, Vermont, Virginia, North Carolina, Ohio, and West Virginia should have closed by the time we’re meeting in Aggieville at 7:00pm. You won’t be able to miss us.
We two, Dusty and I, had a great show in Olpe, Kansas, last night. Congratulations, Olpe, on your football win. Good luck at the championship.
I’m not currently at the show the ATB is playing tonight in Topeka. I’m very sick. The show is actually a benefit show to cover my medical expenses. I’m hoping they make enough to cover the NyQuil, orange juice, and chicken noodle soup.
Oh, how I love election years. It’s like my World Cup if I were a soccer fan, or a World Series that only comes along once every couple years. This is the best yet, with both teams getting in fights like a hockey game. Kerry knocked Bush’s helmet off the other day. Then Andy Card threw his stick at Kerry. If you’re not following this thing with amusement, you’re really missing out.
I go on some rants every now and then and try to tell people who they should vote for, but the truth of the matter is, while it is important who you vote for, it’s important simply that you do vote, even in this vote-sucking-red-state in which most of us live. I’ll be sending my ballot in tomorrow. If you haven’t, make plans to vote, even though I know most of you will vote Republican. It’s your civic duty.
I ordered my Edwards – Obama stickers today. I figured I’d better do it now or I’ll wait and it’ll be October 2008 and I’ll have forgotten to do it until then and I’ll only have a couple weeks of efficacy.
I realized just how much of a geek I am today when I looked around and had 180 degrees of computer monitors in my office. I feel like Tank from the Matrix.
What really sucked is when I needed coffee out of my monitor stand.
Holy cow, things got busy in a hurry. We played Emporia on Friday night and Manhattan Saturday morning. I attended a wedding Saturday night that was simply crazy. Sunday we played in Topeka, KS. I got up early and went to Russell for an auction. We finally left about 2:00pm and arrived back in Manhattan at 5:30am, only to get up and do another auction in town the next night. I left Wednesday for Kansas City for an auctioneer meeting with technology industry leaders that lasted Wednesday night and all day today, only to hurry back to Manhattan this afternoon for an auction tonight. We got done a little early, so I headed to Longhorn’s to see Pete open for Kevin Fowler. I’m sorry to say that I couldn’t hang but for a song or two before I just couldn’t do it anymore–not that I couldn’t listen to Pete, but I just couldn’t stay standing without sleeping.
I was watching baseball after the auction on Tuesday with Chris down at Buffalo Wild Wings and we were talking about instant replay. The conversation got me thinking about my mother and how she used to wake me for school with the most random things. Whatever she heard on the news in the morning as she was headed up the stairs she would tell me to get me thinking about something and to have a reason to wake up. I only remembered because I actually remember the time she told me that the NFL had decided to allow instant replay. I really don’t care about the NFL and instant replay, but at the time it seemed to be a very important issue because she told me it was as I was regaining conciousness. I wish my alarm clock would do shit like that. I can’t even get it to find an NPR station.
Vote, you bastards. Do what’s good for the country. Listen to NPR, watch Studio 60, and vote for all the democrats.
Actually, I really don’t care which news you patronize, so long as it’s not the Republican Sports Network. And you don’t really have to vote for all the democrats, though I would like you more and be nice to you when you come to our shows. The one thing that you must absolutely do is watch Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip so I don’t lose another one of my favorite shows to low ratings.
We played Emporia on Friday night and Manhattan Saturday morning. I attended a wedding Saturday night that was simply crazy. Sunday we played in Topeka, KS. I got up early and went to Russell for an auction. We finally left about 2:00pm and arrived back in Manhattan at 5:30am, only to get up and do another auction in town the next night. I left Wednesday for Kansas City for an auctioneer meeting with technology industry leaders that lasted Wednesday night and all day today, only to hurry back to Manhattan this afternoon for an auction tonight. We got done a little early, so I headed to Longhorn’s to see Pete open for Kevin Fowler. I’m sorry to say that I couldn’t hang but for a song or two before I just couldn’t do it anymore–not that I couldn’t listen to Pete, but I just couldn’t stay standing without sleeping.
I was watching baseball after the auction on Tuesday with Chris down at Buffalo Wild Wings and we were talking about instant replay. The conversation got me thinking about my mother and how she used to wake me for school with the most random things. Whatever she heard on the news in the morning as she was headed up the stairs she would tell me to get me thinking about something and to have a reason to wake up. I only remembered because I actually remember the time she told me that the NFL had decided to allow instant replay. I really don’t care about the NFL and instant replay, but at the time it seemed to be a very important issue because she told me it was as I was regaining conciousness. I wish my alarm clock would do shit like that. I can’t even get it to find an NPR station.
Vote, you bastards. Do what’s good for the country. Listen to NPR, watch Studio 60, and vote for all the democrats.
Sunday evening we played at a bar in Topeka, Kansas, called Heart Attack Jacks. We went over and set up our equipment by 6:00pm. We had been looking forward to eating at the Blind Tiger since the last time we played at Jack’s. They have a microbrew beer there called something like Maibock that is just fantastic. They were out of the beer. We sat and ate and waited on Dusty. He got there at about 7:30pm and we were supposed to start at 8:00pm. He delayed our return to the bar. We finally began playing at 8:35pm CDT. Halfway around the world, at that same exact moment, North Korea became a nuclear power.
I wonder why we can invade Iraq based on assurances of weapons of mass destruction and the fear of a nuclear threat from one of the countries of the Axis of Evil presented by our own administration and we won’t invade another country of the same Axis of Evil even when they warn us and tell us that they have the bomb and plan to test it. Perhaps if Kim Jong-il jumped up and down and yelled, "Hey! Over here!" the Bush administration might have at least turned it’s head. Wait. He did. It didn’t.
I’ve developed this bad habit of buying a bottle of single malt scotch and having a drink or two and leaving it at my house. I, in my laziness to drive back to my house, end up buying another bottle before the next occasion, which I, in turn, leave at my house. I’m developing a collection. I guess its better than drinking the collection.
I’ve found that most single malts taste like bottled up smoke from a tire fire. However, if it says Islay on the bottle, it’s going to taste like the bottled up ashes left after the tires burned. You can actually taste the rubber. It’s mmmmmm-good.
G and I watched a couple more episodes of The West Coast tonight. It’s going to be great if they don’t cancel it.
