It's brisk baby

There's something about waking up to a chill in the air that puts me in the mood to buy new music. I can't explain it. Maybe the cool air reminds me of walking to college classes and pushes the fact that I'm in my 30s to the back of my brain. I know it's not yet fall and that it's supposed to still be hot, but man alive, I love the fact that it's already getting cooler.

Reading Rainbow

I just saw on NPR.org that Reading Rainbow is ending. Apparently, they can't get any funding for the show. They say that W's push for simply teaching rules for reading (i.e. phonics) and not teaching a love for books is one of the causes for the shift in educational programming. Our boys like the show and they love books. If kids have a true love for books and stories, the reading will come. At least Between the Lions is still going to be on PBS.

And speaking of meth...

Here's a story out of my hometown of Tulsa, OK. Apparently you can make meth in a two liter bottle without any flame. Of course, said bottle might explode and leave you with chemical burns, but would you really notice on a hardcore tweeker? I don't get it. Haven't you ever had to look for a lost set of keys? It sucks. Why would you want to take a drug that might make you feel the need to search for something for hours when you don't even know what that something is? Also, the skin-picking-teeth-falling-out-rapid-aging-addict look isn't too pretty.

Drugs are bad m'kay

Am I the only person who still thinks drugs should be illegal? According to a few people I've spoken with recently, I just might be. Ah well. I can't wait to get my hands on some Archer Farms crystal meth. I hear it's just as good as the name brand but half the price and no battery additives.

The zoophiles are coming! The zoophiles are coming...

all over your dog.

Hey everyone, it's Friday and you know what that means! Stories about people who are into bestiality! Oh, wait, that's not a regular feature here. Anywho, Fronte sent me this link to a story from the Miami News. It's 6 pages long and is about people who fall in love with animals. In other words, it's about people who are batshit crazy and like to fuck goats then cuddle afterwards. And let's face it, anyone who cuddles a goat after giving it a good ramming is just plain sick.

Where the Wild Things Are... again.

Dave Eggers, who co-wrote the screenplay with Spike Jonze, is releasing a novelized version that is loosely based on the screenplay. I've already pre-ordered the furry special edition from McSweeney's, but here's an excerpt that was in the New Yorker. On the page, there is a link for an interview with Eggers too. Hooray!

Maybe weed doesn't hurt sperm motility

Lil Wayne is expecting two kids from two different women at the same time. Seriously. He's already got two other kids so he must have a magic dick because he is one ugly bastard. The guy is constantly high too, so hooray for a couple other little rich kids running around passing the joint to dad. And congrats to the two ho's carrying lil Lil Waynes.

Right on Rockwell, right on...

When I got to work this morning, I noticed a banner on our homepage about personal use of the internet while at work. It's about not doing personal business and whatnot when you should be hard at work saving the company in these difficult times. It kind of scared me in a Big Brother, "Somebody's watching me" way (especially if we also start getting creepy mailmen lurking outside our showers). In our work, we have bits of time here and there when we are just waiting for something whether it's data, a delivery, a reaction to finish, etc. During these bits, I like to check the news, music sites, sporcle, and other stuff. I hope they don't go through our histories and see that I click on cnn.com about 50 times a day or spend 10minutes here and there on sporcle. It's a paranoid time at work and I just want to keep well below the radar. Will the company make it through the next five years? Will we all get to keep our jobs if they do make it? Will Frantz keep his moustache and Sachin his beard? Who knows the answers to these questions. I have a little Yoda quasi magic 8ball guy on my desk, maybe he knows.

On my way to this blog, I saw a headline saying that 90% of U.S. currency has traces of cocaine on it. That's quite a bit more than I would have guessed. I wonder if 90% of the ones also have traces of stripper.

Philly gets Vick

What the hell? I've been an Eagles fan since I was about 13 give or take a year. Growing up in Oklahoma, you get to pick and choose who you root for. Since a good amount of people there are Cowboys fans, I went with Philly. Fuck em, right? Now we're getting the champion dog fighter. Sure, he's quick and all, but I really don't want him on the Eagles. Oh well. On a brighter note, do you think he'll have a shiv tucked away while on the field? That's one way to avoid a sack.

Lee Majors

Say what you will about the Fall Guy, but he didn't try and cash in on Farrah Fawcett's death or hit on his daughter at the funeral. Take that Ryan O'Neal. A-hey-hey.

Manchester United loses 2009 Community Shield

Blech. The Red Devils lost to Chelsea on penalty kicks today for the Community Shield at Wembley today. First, not having Ronaldo or Tevez didn't really mean much today (except maybe in the PKs), it was having van der Saar out with broken fingers that hurt. Foster was in goal and played like he was terrified of the Blues. Nani had a beautiful goal at the 9 minute mark for Man Utd and they carried the lead into the half. The Blues came out firing in the second half and scored 2 which they held up until the end when Rooney took a great pass from Giggs in for a nice goal. Since there is no extra time in the Shield, when time ran out they went straight to penalties. Poor efforts from Giggs and Evra (Patrice, what the hell was that?!?) and no saves from Foster led to the downfall of last years Champions. Next Sunday, the real season kicks off with Man Utd taking on Birmingham (promoted this year) and Chelsea with Hull (go Hull City!).

The Decemberists - 08/08/2009

Last night, we saw the Decemberists and the Heartless Bastards at the Murat. The Heartless Bastards opened the show and they were really good. I had only listened to a few snippets of their music on iTunes before the show, but was very impressed. The girl's voice is a bit like Linda Perry from 4 Non Blondes. The drummer pounded the hell out his kit too, which is always appreciated.

Then the Decemberists came out at about 9:15. They played the entire Hazards of Love album straight through which was pretty cool. There was a 15 minute intermission then they came back out and played some of their older songs. Colin Meloy spoke to the crowd quite a bit and was very funny. I had read about how fun their shows were and was happy to see that it's true. The crowd was nice, no real jackasses to speak of, just a bunch of bookish nerdy folks. We saw Jessica, Brian (what up bwalls!), Ted and Alicia, and several people dancing oddly. Good times. I hope they come back someday.

Peter Max

I don't think this wikipedia entry is accurate:

The 1980s to present
Official artist for many major events including Grammy Awards, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, The Super Bowl and others. Often times loves taking a dump on canvases.

Then again, maybe he has very bright, colorful poop.

No mail on Saturdays

The government is being asked to consider dropping Saturday mail service due to the huge debt incurred by the postal service. I hope they don't make this change for one reason and one reason only. We usually get our second Netflix movie for the week on Saturdays. Is this a stupid reason for most people? Sure. Do I care? Nope. Television sucks anymore and Wednesday and Sunday nights are built for watching movies or shows on DVD. But do the postal workers care about my leisurely pursuits? Apparently not. So here's what I have to say, cut some other government programs and make up the cost so I can squeeze all there is to squeeze out of my one-at-a-time unlimited monthly Netflix account.

Ryan O'neal you sicko

Apparently he wasn't too broken up by Farrah's dying since he hit on Tatum at the funeral. He's so estranged from her that he didn't recognize her? What? It's like a reverse Oedipus for the modern age if you squint and tilt your head just so.

The return

Frantz is back and all is well.

IcyHot without the hot

I put IcyHot on my right leg ~20minutes ago and only got the icy coolness of the menthol. It's maximum strength too. Where's the hot IcyHot? Why does my leg hurt? Let me tell you. I carried Connor on my shoulders uphill (and stairs) for a half a mile or so.

Camping

For the second time in less than a month, we have left the confines of our home for the great outdoors. The first time was in the backyard where it got a bit chilly and everyone but the boys slept like crap, but it was fun. Last night, we ventured down to Brown County with the Coopers for a night of excitement and danger. We got there around 2, slept up a rather slopey camp (not using a slur to describe a camp of Asian nature, just one on a hill) and went on a pretty good hike. When we got back, we cooked some hotdogs and s'mores over a campfire. Then Candice started to get a flare up of a stomach/intestinal thing she's been having for a couple of months now and they packed up and went home. So there we were, the four Vaughts, sweaty, gross, a bit sore, and more than a bit tired. Logan wanted to stay so we hung out for the night. He slept like the dead, but the rest of us only caught a few hours. It was hot until about 4am and the ground was atilt and hard. It was a pretty fun time overall. Lindy and Connor played a game where they would roll from one end of the tent to the other so they could slam into me. Logan played some games on my iPod (we rough it) and I played travel Yahtzee (high score 412!). I read a bit and we watched fireflies. Lindy listened for raccoons. Then, we got up, packed everything into the car, and left by 8 or so. Lindy bought Starbucks (I was going to make a brew out of leaves, pine needles, and spiderwebs, but gave up this plan after she suggested coffee) and we got home before 9:30. I mowed the yard, started laundry and played video games with the boys (or maybe they play with me). Lindy went to the store and now she's conked out on the couch. That's our weekend so far. Now it's almost over and I have only frustrating chemistry to look forward to unless, of course, Frantz is back, then I will be regaled with stories of lions, Tusker beer, goat eating, and more beer.