Nobody calls you Flash.

short rant

2011-10-27T05:47:00.000-07:00

I have a small request for the rest of the world. If you do not/did not attend or work for a particular school, please stop referring to their athletic teams in the first person plural. If you like the school that much, then you should have attended it. For example, if you want to have three rooms of your house decked out in Razorback paraphernalia, so be it. But why did you go to ASU-Beebe?

By all means, be a fan if you like, but reserve the first person for people who have earned it.

30. Here's hoping I can keep up this momentum.

2011-10-01T07:55:00.000-07:00

Day Thirty: Your Favorite Song This Time Last Year.

I already liked this song quite a bit, and then I got to see it live. Not only was the song great, but Sam was just such an engaging performer. I saw him in a small theatre with just him and his guitar. The whole thing seemed very personal/personable.

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2011-09-28T07:32:00.000-07:00

Day Twenty Nine: A Song From Your Childhood.

I vividly remember two songs playing on the radio as a very small child. I would sing loudly along all of the words that I knew, and usually make some more up. I also remember being upset when my mom got a new car, because I thought the old one was where all the music was (I was three okay). This is one of those songs. Incidentally, what kind of credentials to you have to have to be Steve Miller's tambourine player. Looks like a pretty sweet job.

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2011-09-26T03:41:00.001-07:00

Day Twenty Eight: A Song That Makes You Feel Guilty.

This one is stupid. I haven't pulled any heists to a sound track yet, and I don't think that this is asking for another guilty pleasure, so I'm going to have to stretch a bit on this one.

There was much talk at one point about the qualities that make a good cover song. The most important being not just playing someone else's song, but making it your own somehow. I think that's why the Balcony only did "Summer Here Kids" one time. We sounded a bit too much like Grandaddy on a bad day. Another aspect is being able to do it better than the original. For everything positive about Prince, I don't want to hear him sing "Nothing Compares 2 U."

There were lots of ideas thrown about and drank over, but the closest I ever got was being a part of RTC doing "Eleanor." As much fun as that was, I'd probably rather listen to the Turtles do it (except for the part where Joel forgot the words and made sex noises). This song inspired a lot of those ideals, and also lets me know that I'm not good enough to sufficiently fuck up other people's music.

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2011-09-23T14:58:00.000-07:00

Day Twenty Seven: A Song You Wish You Could Play.

I'm going to amend this one a little bit too. I have an instrument I wish I could play. Drums. I try, I fail. I think it has something to do with my inability to translate any sort of rhythm to my feet. I can't dance either. The two are probably related.

This is one of the songs that make me wish I could wail (or whatever the drumming equivalent of wailing is) on the drums. I love it.

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2011-09-12T12:14:00.000-07:00

Day Twenty Six: A Song You Can Play On An Instrument.

I'm not as good as John by any means, but again, this one does leave me with a lot of options. But I like having this option up, because it represents a fun time in my life.

2011-09-10T13:08:00.000-07:00

I'd also like to append that last entry and add anything by Third Wish. Also, John's metal solo on that one RTC song.

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2011-09-10T07:57:00.000-07:00

Day Twenty Five: A Song That Makes You Laugh.

It seems like a bit of a cop-out to pick Flight of the Conchords, but this song really honestly makes me laugh hard. Especially when they ask why we're still paying so much for sneakers if they're being made by little slave kids.

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2011-09-01T13:55:00.000-07:00

Day Twenty Four: A Song You Want To Play At Your Funeral.
I think that this one is simple, pretty, sad, and hopeful. All the things I want at a good funeral. I was hesitant to have such a melancholy choice, since I'd rather people be happy and celebrate my life at my funeral, but then on a deeper listen, I think that the message is super uplifting, what with being able to wake up and find happiness on the other side.

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2011-08-29T12:24:00.000-07:00

Day Twenty Three: A Song You Want To Play At Your Wedding.

Well, I think we missed this one by the better part of a decade (we hit 8 years 2 weeks ago). If we had decided to go with playing songs instead of having people perform, this one would have made it in somewhere. It is one of the indie songs that Brooke really likes and I think it's a pretty little love/infatuation song.

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2011-08-25T11:57:00.001-07:00

Day Twenty Two: A Song You Listen To When You're Sad.

This is another one I find particularly uplifting. I think that due to the place I grew up, I have an aversion to "Christian Music" that is stronger than it might be otherwise. I find most of it tritely written and lacking in musicianship. By definition I know it's supposed to be easy to sing and play along with, but that doesn't do it for me. I can have a more religious experience listening to avowed atheists like Mogwai than anyone on the Christian music charts. This is a huge generalization I'm sure, but that's how I feel.

Then I came across this album, and maybe the fact that it is a secular artist who is already concerned with the art aspect of music who is making a religious album is the differentiating factor here, but I really like it. It reminds me that art and God can go together, and in the best circumstances, will enhance one another.

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2011-08-24T16:10:00.001-07:00

Day Twenty One: A Song You Listen To When You're Happy.

Just as much as John dislikes all the songs he ever wrote, I love them. I consider myself pretty dern lucky that I've found myself in the middle of so many talented people. I'd prefer it if they were illiterate or something so I'd have some amount of superiority or something. Damned gifted bastards. This could have been any number of songs from the Balcony, Julie's Traffic, or Stories From the Frontier.

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2011-08-19T08:25:00.000-07:00

Day Twenty: A Song You Listen To When You're Angry.

On this one, I have the legitimate answer to the question, and the answer I think the challenge is looking for. When I'm angry, I prefer happier, quieter, less angry music to kind of wind me down. I don't like being angry, so I'll try to rectify the situation if possible. This song/band is usually able to do it for me. Ironically enough, it's off the album "I'm Not Afraid Of You And I Will Beat Your Ass."

Now for what I think they're asking...

This one would be better suited to the category, Song You Listen To When You Need To Seriously Kick Some Dude's Ass. Nothing like a little bit of self-righteous fury fueling your fists/guns. As John has said before, this is what I would probably listen to if I were going to war. P.S. this one also fits into the guilty pleasures category.

and you're welcome

2011-08-18T09:28:00.000-07:00

My new favorite waste of time.

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2011-08-18T09:01:00.000-07:00

Day Nineteen: A Song From Your Favorite Album.

All these damned favorites. I am finding it really hard to pick just one. I do think that a gun-to-my-head answer might reveal "If You're Feeling Sinister," though, so we'll go with that one.

That answer always surprises me though, even though I'm the one giving it. If I'm just going to listen to B&S for a particular song, it's not going to be on this album. In fact, I think their best songs are on the EP's and singles. But the big picture of this album just seems right. I don't think there's anything that could be added or subtracted to make it any better. I even broke down and bought the live version of the album from some festival they did. It's different, but still seems whole and complete. I guess that's the mark of a professional, and why I work in a hospital and not a tour bus.

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2011-08-17T07:18:00.001-07:00

Day Eighteen: A Song You Wish You Heard More On the Radio.

This is another category with limitless answers. Any good song coming on as a surprise can turn out to be the perfect song to start the day with (I choose to say start the day because radio for me means driving to work). I did an experiment for a while when I was getting my second degree of putting my iPod on random and seeing how fate would score my day. It was an interesting month or so. Some disasters (Norma Jean while standing at a urinal scared my piss away) and some successes. This particular song played two or three times though, and it always seemed appropriate and left me happy, no matter the setting.

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2011-08-16T10:43:00.000-07:00

Day Seventeen: A Song You Hear Often On the Radio.

I'm going to slightly modify this one. I don't listen to the radio. I ride a motorcycle to work, and if I ever do take a car, I have an iPod. But, once I get to work, then the music choices are generally left up to someone else. And since I live in West Texas, that choice is more often than not CMT. The problem with the programming at CMT is twofold. One, the target audience is not a connoisseur of fine things. And secondly, it is designed to be watched in one hour segments, maximum. If you watch for more than the allotted one hour, it will repeat. Meaning that if a song is played once, you will hear it at least four more times throughout the morning. This song is actually moderately tolerable, but I'll be damned if it doesn't get stuck in my head in the most annoying way.

Day 16--kinda

2011-08-11T09:08:00.000-07:00

Things have been pretty busy since Konner came home. Everyone is doing well, but I forgot what having a baby in the house is really like. I decided that instead of just posting a week's worth of entries here, I'll get to them as I can find availability. Maybe I can stretch this out and get 2 months of blogging under me. Also, I'm really enjoying John's entries in this challenge.

Day Sixteen: A Song You Used To Love, But Now Hate.

I don't know of a lot of these. Yes, there are some unfortunate missteps along the way in my musical maturation, but I'm not sure hate is a great word for these. Even so, this song was on the first cassette tape I ever bought myself with money from a job I had worked. As the years went on though, I find myself more disappointed with the song than anything else. Tom Petty is pretty darn good, and years later, this feels more like a mediocre space filler using the fact that stoners will buy any song advocating pot smoking. For God's sake Tom, you did 'American Girl!'

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2011-08-03T21:29:00.000-07:00

Day Fifteen: A Song That Describes You.

I don't know that something as complex as a human can be summed up in one song. Maybe an album, but nothing's coming to mind at the moment. Here is a song/video that describe me at a certain point. The song is an adequate modern protest song, but the video resonates with anyone who has played a show for the wrong crowd. I'm thinking post-rock for McAllen, TX grandparents, but the analogy holds tight.

It's been a busy few days.

2011-08-03T11:13:00.000-07:00

Well, over the past 6 days we've had lots of friends/family in town for Keaghlan's birthday party, and also been in the hospital for an emergency C-section which brought Konner into the world. Everyone is now healthy and happy. Needless to say, I haven't posted here in a while. So to catch up.

Day Nine: A Song That You Can Dance To.

Well, my dancing skills are pretty marginal on my best day, so I usually tend to pick the one's that allow me to bounce around like a drunken monkey. That being said, this is one of the best live bands to do that to.

Day Ten: A Song That Makes You Fall Asleep.

This whole album could have gone into this category. It has guided me on many a nap.

Day Eleven: A Song From Your Favorite Band.

Lots to chose from here, but B&S always stays put near the top. This is always one of my favorites too.

Day Twelve: A Song From A Band You Hate.

Ugh, I don't even know why we have these. Pick anything from Creed or Maroon 5. I won't even dignify this with a video.

Day Thirteen: A Song That Is A Guilty Pleasure.

And now shit is getting real. Prepare to judge me world, because I have always loved this little piece of pop, and I always will.

Day Fourteen: A Song No One Would Expect You To Love.

Then again, maybe you would expect me to love this.

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2011-07-28T17:37:00.000-07:00

Day Eight: A Song You Know All The Words To.

I think this one speaks for itself.

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2011-07-27T14:24:00.000-07:00

Day Seven: A Song That Reminds You of a Certain Event.

This one reminds me of driving back home from a trip to Honolulu a few years ago, hearing this song on the radio, and realizing that Brooke thought the line was, "Now I'm big and I'm horny. One angry porn fan." It's a good thing I was in the passenger seat or we may have wrecked.

2011-07-26T11:41:00.000-07:00

Day Six: A Song That Reminds You of Somewhere.

This one reminds me of afternoons of playing Goldeneye at Irish Bobby's apartment while listening to the oldies station. I think we requested this song every day for a month before they finally told us that they didn't have it. I seem to remember John ending up on one of their promos too.

Days 3-5

2011-07-25T18:09:00.000-07:00

See, I knew it would only be a matter of time, but I'm back much sooner than the last time. So right into it then.

Day Three: A Song That Makes You Happy.

Another hard one. There are a lot of these, because they can relate to different times and places. This one is not a terribly happy song, but it takes me back to college road trips, and those do make me happy.

Day Four: A Song That Makes You Sad.

This one has always had me for some reason. It's beautiful in a really simple way. And I do love me some Pavement.

Day Five: A Song That Reminds You of Someone.

This could be one for every person I know. Hmmm, whom to chose? Irish Bobby wins this one for having a hilariously malfunctioning palm pilot.

Worst Song Ever

2011-07-22T06:46:00.000-07:00

30-Day Song Challenge Day 2: Your Least Favorite Song

This one was also difficult. So many to choose from. I'm going to post this video as a pretty accurate explanation of why it's so bad, and also so I don't have to add to the page views of this horrible song.

a long time coming

2011-07-21T14:31:00.000-07:00

It's been a long time since I did this blogging thing, but I'm going to do better this time. I swear. To ease myself in, I'm going to start on this 30-day song challenge that I've seen on the Facebook. I'm doing it here because I'm not deluded enough to think that many people give a shit about what music makes me feel angry, and because the 2-3 people that might enjoy it would occasionally read this. I doubt anyone even comes here anymore, since as I've already mentioned, it's been awhile. Also, I'll be having another kid in a few weeks, so I might miss a day here and there, but I'm going to give it the old Baylor Plaza try. That being said, here is Bart's 30-Day Music Challenge.

Day One: Your Favorite Song.

Probably not the hardest one to chose, but there was a little thought to this. I've always loved this one, but having Keaghlan (and soon Konner) has made the second chorus that much more meaningful (the part about seeing them get stoned on a desert afternoon). Maybe not doing illicit drugs with my children, but seeing and being able to share with them experiences that were meaningful to me in my development, and watching them go through the same maturations and adventures. It's something to look forward to. Also, Doug's nasal voice gives me hope.

internet boner

2010-05-19T07:09:00.000-07:00

Apparently, Pandora Radio has a hard-on for Elliot Smith. I don't hate the man, but he's not my angst, and I sure as hell don't want to hear him every third fucking song. Come on Pandora, I signed on for this hoping to replicate all the hip, indie types I used to hang out with, not listen to your programmer knock one out to the Ballad of Big Nothing. Fuck.

ahem

2010-05-11T08:26:00.000-07:00

i know that i suck at posting updates. sue me.

lately i've been spending a lot of time working and playing with Keaghlan. 9 1/2 months old and trying to figure out how to stand on her own. and if i've had one fact reiterated to me as a parent it is this. children falling down is hilarious. even when it's mine. she looks at me like she needs a cue as to whether or not that hurt or is funny. also, she says dada a lot which makes me really happy. also, if anyone can make it to abilene this summer, we're having a pool party for her first birthday. it would be an opportune time to come visit us, then swing by and see lynsi's spawn on your way back home. think about it.

too good to be true

2010-02-16T07:07:00.000-08:00

recently encountered a patient named "Guy White." reading on the computer as "White, Guy." incidentally, a black dude. awesome.

What?! No sweater vest?

2010-01-25T08:40:00.000-08:00

Saturday night I enjoyed an evening with Iron and Wine in downtown Abilene. Preshow meal at the new Abilene Brewing Company, then a 2 block walk to the theater. Kick-ass show. Going into it I was leery about him playing the song from Twilight because I didn't want lots of girls screaming. He ended up doing it as the last song, but the whole thing was a capella except for the outro. Really, really pretty. Then for an encore came Trapeze Swinger, one of my current favorites. A great evening, but I was surprised to see that Sam wasn't wearing a vest. Maybe he's going for a new look. Whatever, as long as the beard stays put.

2010-01-18T06:02:00.000-08:00

My patient last night's name came up on the computer as "Warrren, G." It took all my resolve not to respond with a "Regulatooooors! Mount Up."

Birthday Wishes

2010-01-14T16:38:00.000-08:00

All I want is for King Bobby to come down and go man shopping with me.

Conspiracy Theory

2010-01-08T06:17:00.001-08:00

Okay, I have been at this job for six months now, and have, as of this week, had two patients with the necrotizing fasciitis of the genitals. There is no way that this is that common of a disease. Come on people, you get a zit on your junk, at least take a bath or something.

Also, this leads me to think that I might be on some kind of hidden camera fetish show. I'm gonna start working some wicked one-liners into my conversations with patients. Maybe along the lines of "More like necrotizing Sucksiitis! Boom!" I'll work on those.

Happy Holidays

2009-12-11T11:28:00.000-08:00

Here's wishing you a happy season of celebrating whatever it is that Mexicans and Irish folk celebrate during this time of the year. All I know is that it has to involve some sort of heavy drinking.

From the Mouths of Babes...and Dudes. Well, mostly dudes.

2009-11-23T08:17:00.000-08:00

Nothing terribly interesting to report lately. Working, sleeping during weird parts of the day, drinking during weird parts of the day, etc.

Thought I'd bring back the glory of the quotes page and post a few choice nuggets for everyone's reminiscence. In addition to the quotes, I'll post a cute baby picture, 'cause that's what I do now. And I'll be damned if she's not top 10 cutest child in the history of cute children.

Hey, I'm not the one who looks like Right Said Fred here, you are.--Carlos.

I hate breakfast on Bobby Day!--Irish Bobby.

Oh, I'm just a bill. I'm not a law or an amendment. I'm only a bill. On Cypress Hill. Available!--John.

Half and half. Walk left, walk right. Low budget.--Lynsi.

Megadeth, like the band?--Annie.

No. John Megadeth.--Irish Bobby.

I eat baby testicles. Beat that. Beat it!--King Bobby.

I ain't shittin' in a bag. That's all I know.--Jay.

No, I'm your daddy! You do what I say! I am the god of sex!--Carlos.

Dude, Bart, you'd better turn that back to Third Wish or I'm gonna break bad.--John.

And I was like, "Yeah, that's a tampon in my ear! You wanna start some crazy shit?!"--Denny's Waiter.

You may have gotten me with the element of surprise, but I got you with the element of you just weren't expecting that shit.--Jacob.

That's pretty good Bart. Pretty good for a retarded fucking monkey!"--King Bobby.

Bobby's Down!--Irish Bobby.

Well this has Lassie written all over it.--John, while looking down the elevator shaft at the abandoned warehouse.

It will be legendary, this ass-kicking that I will give you. It will go down in the annals of ass-kicking. They will sing folk songs about this ass-kicking.

Easy to tear? I struggled.--Jacob.

You said fusion. That's how people get shot and vans get driven through walls rookie!--John.

Also Rans

2009-11-02T05:54:00.000-08:00

Now that Carlos has finished his list, I decided that there are a few more moments worth remembering. This is in no way a best of, just some memories that have a soft spot in my heart. I put this together last night at work. And here we go in no particular order...

Street Espwosion

This one is to be filed in addition to King Bobby's comment under "Times We Called the Police." Not as good as the great weight bench heist, the street explosion is however one of the moments caught on Kilroy. Hearing a weird roaring sound, we piled out of Area 51 only to see a 30 foot tower of water shooting up from the street. Seeing as we were the only ones on the scene, we took it on ourselves to notify the authorities. The call went something like this...

Dispatch: Baylor Police, how can I help you?

Bart: Uh, yeah, I'm at the corner of Cottonwood and 2nd Street and the street has exploded.

Dispatch: Excuse me?

Bart: Um, the street has exploded at the corner of 2nd and Cottonwood.

Dispatch: I don't understand.

Bart: Why don't you send someone over here. Corner of Cottonwood and 2nd. I think you'll see us.

Then we started throwing chunks of the street into the flume and watching them fly in thoroughly random and dangerous directions.

When Baylor's finest finally showed up, King Bobby offered some duct tape, while John volunteered to chew lots of gum to plug the hole. I assume that the situation was eventually taken care of, but as it had already robbed us of precious drinking minutes, other matters were more pressing.

Dam Faith Hill

Ah, the Lake Waco Dam Park. The prettiest spot in town to look at the big reservoir with more feces parts per million than any other body of water in Texas that people drink from. On select weekends, nothing preceded a night of binge drinking better than a hike around the dam. But on one occasion, we almost didn't make it back to our drinks.

Now granted, none of us were astronomy majors, but no one in the group realized that if the sun goes down in 20 minutes, it's probably not the best of times to go off the beaten path to get back to the car. Especially if that involves crossing a boulder strewn field, and more especially if one of your group is Carlos. With time quickly running out and our fearless Eagle Scout leaving him for dead, Carlos began yelling about being out of breath. He was then reminded and encouraged by Faith Hill's words of wisdom about not being caught in a boulder field in the dark.

Scruffy's Show

The first Stories From the Frontier show on record. The band had recently been formed and was volunteered to open for the Balcony, as 60% of them were the Balcony. The night started off shaky. The doorman wouldn't let Lynsi in since her ID had been stolen. We tried vouching for her, but since that sounds like an excuse you'd use to get your underage girlfriend into a bar, and Lynsi looked roughly 16, it didn't fly. We did not let that deter us, however, and as John and I later discussed, we saw about 200 faces, and rocked approximately 17% of them. Carlos proved his value as Road Manager by going to get us lots of beers, one of which was chugged during a one-handed bass solo. 32 faces rocked later, the real show got underway with Quiet, Lovely and Little Grizzly bringing in the noise and funk. A participant called it a "red letter day in Waco music." Suck on that Durelle boys.

Irish Bobby Almost Gets Us Killed

I have no concrete evidence to prove what Huggy Bear did after retiring from pimping and snitching in Bay City, but I have suspicions that he moved to Waco and opened The Hub. Stopping just short of selling How-To books on Ho Sellin', The Hub was a one-stop shopping experience for the Waco fleshmonger. Occasionally we would brave the looks and suspected murmurings about cracker-ass crackers and go amuse ourselves for an hour or so. That was until one day when Irish Bobby picked up a cartoonishly flamboyant purple pinstriped suit, held it up to himself, and with the entire staff watching, and in a voice that was much louder than I think he thought it was said, "Where's my money, Bitch?!" This was followed by an uncomfortable silence by everyone who was not Irish Bobby, which was in turn followed by us deciding we should probably leave.

St. Patrick's Gay

March 17 of our Senior year, we thought we should do the traditional going to Scruff's for our celebratory drinking. That was unfortunately the year that Scruff's started charging a $10 cover for St. Patty's Day. Having too much Irish pride to fall for that trick, we went to Treff's instead. When we got there, a friendly guy gave us all flashing light Miller Lite shamrock necklaces. Cool we thought. Those became even cooler when we discovered that the result of these necklaces was free Miller Lite for the rest of the night. Various highlights include Carlos worming his way into a group of strangers to score free tequila, and some guy telling John and Travis that he really respected them and thought they were so brave and buying them drinks, them unaware that he thought they were a couple.

Lufkin Ramada Ain't Got Shit

The trip to record the Julie's Traffic porn soundtrack was one of immense weirditude. From waiting all evening for Jacob and then him deciding to do some impromptu laundry to being accosted by the Mexia Sonic Juvenile Mafia. Driving down creepy back highways much later and more tired than we had intended, there was a Beatles singalong and...cue the scary-ass fog. Judging from the rest of the evening, I think that the fog was a gateway into an alternate dimension where it's apparently okay to reside in filth. We pulled into the Lufkin Ramada and got a room. When we got to the room, the key wouldn't work. No problem. New room please. This seems to have pissed of the Hindu gentleman running the place for the evening, since he proceeded to give us the worst room in the history of roadside inns. Our first clue something was wrong was the towel hanging in the bathroom. Not in the customary towel hanging rack, but over the shower curtain. The towel was also wet, suggesting that it had been recently used. Also suggesting the recent usage of the shower was were the opened and discarded shampoo packets, and the hotel soap with the pubes on it. Then, next to the beds, which incidentally had no sheets, was a business card with a woman's name, phone number, and lipstick on it. I think that the room had been used for a clandestine encounter, and that the sheets were taken as a memento. For reasons I don't remember, we didn't complain and stayed there anyway.

Pathetic lack of internet skills.

2009-10-28T07:02:00.001-07:00

I was trying to embed a video in that last post. Alas, I can't, so I'll just link it. I think that is within my skill set.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nda_OSWeyn8

Maybe the best thing ever.

2009-10-28T06:59:00.000-07:00

2009-10-12T07:56:00.000-07:00

Collection of pictures from my phone. It's neat to make her smile, but I think that the serious face is my favorite. Also high on the list, but not pictured is the look after I yell and take my hair away from her following a vicious yank. It's like I've stolen her puppy and beaten it to death with her favorite toy.

We've started setting aside one day a week as Daddy Day, when I don't have to be at work, or haven't just gotten back, and she gets to stay home and hang out with me. Last week included a trip to the Emergency Room. Something got in my eye and scratched the cornea. Thankfully, I interned there, so was able to score some good free eye-numbing drops.

No more cringe-inducing maladies to report from work...yet.

King Bobby, do you still have your "I do it with Julie's Traffic" shirt? If so, start wearing it everywhere to build up a street buzz. I think it's time for a reunion tour. Watch out McAllen, this time we're yanking YOU'RE crappy Tejano DJ off the stage.

Secondary

2009-10-01T23:21:00.000-07:00

Random Waco Quote That Made Me Laugh Quietly to Myself This Week When Remembered--

The setting: Julie's Traffic/the Balcony practice. Enter weird beat and disconnected music.

John: "Jacob, what are you doing?"

Jacob: "I thought I'd change the time signature to 3/8."

John: "Oh, okay."

(minutes later) John: "No, no, we're not playing any fucking pirate songs!"

Getting used to the night shift is a weird bird man. Staying up all night is a helluva lot easier than trying to get good sleep during the day. At least when I did this in my partying days there was a break for Denny's at 3am.

Tonight we got my grandparents to babysit and had our first night out since Keaghlan was born. We went to my favorite local pub and had some drinks and listened to an acoustic guitar version of the greatest hits of the early-mid '90's. I enjoyed it, but I missed everyone who will be reading this because I was thinking of how great it would be to be reunited, drinking, and singing along/mocking. I miss my college friends when I realize that I'm much older, but don't really feel like that should be the case.

Trying to stay up as late as I can so I can work tomorrow night.

first time.

2009-09-20T06:31:00.000-07:00

Since the majority of my friends are doing it (get on the ball Irish Bobby and Lynsi), I've decided to start one of these blog things myself. Since most of my life is filled with either work or the new little girl, I imagine this will be a terribly uninteresting waste of web space, but here I go nonetheless.

First of all, some apologies. I recently re-watched King Bobby's "Kilroy Was Here," and I'd like to apologize to John for being drunk and apparently really peeved at him.

Next, updates on my life. I had (or Brooke had) a baby girl and she's really, really cute. I spend an inordinate amount of free-time just looking at her and watching her do things like learn to smile, or get scared when she sneezes or farts. I've also recently started the night shift at work, and so that might explain for some of the lack of basic thinking skills applied herein, although I still know the word, "herein."

And now for my public health watch. I recently had a patient that for a week or so had an infected hair on his genitals. He didn't take care of it, and it turned into Necrotizing Fascitis. Look it up and it will freak you out that this can happen to your good bits. It still haunts my dreams.