Life is flipping me off

It's times like these that I wish I had someone to talk to. Anyone want to hear me vent about how my vacation next week just got stressful?

Shoes

I know I look young. At 24, if I shave, I could easily pass for 18, maybe younger. I'm also short, clocking in at just under 5'4". This has given me a slight complex, and for as long as I can remember, I hate shopping for clothes because I rarely get taken seriously in stores and they rarely have my sizes. This leads me to buy clothes for younger people, lending to the young appearance.
Desperately in need of sneakers today, I went shopping. Foot Locker doesn't carry anything smaller than a 7 and a half, and I'm a size 7. Screw that.
Kids Foot Locker had a sweet pair of Reeboks for 30 bucks.
So I win this round against the man. If you're not going to stock clothes in my size, I'm just going to end up spending less money. Sucks to be you.

What you shouldn't do at the bar

Saturday night I head out with Eric, his roommate and one of their law school friends. We are all in need of a detox style night where we just relax. Relax we did, as Eric an I spent a good portion of the time being immature and making jokes about Oregon State. We have nothing against the school, but being stressed out graduate students, we decided to make dumb jokes centered around the school's mascot and basketball. I won the evening with "That Beaver's fouled out."
Did I mention we are both exhausted students?
So the fourth member of our party strikes up conversation with two women next to us at the bar. After brief conversation, one starts dancing on me. No offense to her, but she wasn't my type. However, I dance back a little, and then Eric whispers something implying a past experience of mine and this woman. I promptly have an attack of the laughs and fall down, seating myself on the foot rest bar and laughing while this random woman stares at me. By the time I make it back to my feet, she asks me, very plainly "You're not a virgin, are you?"
I thought once I left college, that question would stop. Apparently I was wrong. It was if she felt that she was so "hot," that her mere presence was making me uncomfortable. That wasn't the case- I just didn't want to dance with you. Sorry.
However, I thought the fourth member of our party was taken, so I took her hand on my rear as some drunk flirting. Guess who was wrong. I'm not saying it was anything other than being drunk, but sometimes, it's nice to dream.

Knight Rider

You know you're a nerd when your friend messages you about the remake of Knight Rider, and simultaneously you both condemn the show because it lacks the talents of Mr. Feeny.

"Warning Device" by Teenage Bottlerocket

Sometimes described as Ramones-core, these boys do not disappoint. "Warning Device" is just good ol' pop-punk- four chords and a dream as it were. With lyrics that are all at once simple from "In the Basement," with such deep lyrics as "I'm not going down the stairs no more/There's something here living under the floor/I haven't seen it but I know it's there/Now I'm so scared I wet my underwear/That's why I don't wanna go down in the basement." But it works, mostly because the album is just fun. The songs are fast and punchy, and the vocals are impassioned and just off enough to make you think "Hell, I could play this music," which is exactly what you should feel.
I keep coming back to this idea of fun, and that's a great way to describe this album. You just want to have a few friends over, break out the grill and the beers, put this CD on and have a ball. At the same time, you want to listen to it and actually pay attention, because occasionally the lyrics get more deep than "She's not the one " (which is just about the only lyric in the song of the same name). Starting off with the mosh-friendly "Bottlerocket," the album does not slow down. Even the ballad songs have a sense of teenaged urgency about them, without being emo in the least.
With enough songs about girls to make the staunchest emo boy happy, our moros friends will be oddly disappointed with the lack of profound and over the top imagery, which is fine with me.
The album closes with three strong tracks, "Crawling Back to You" is not the groundbreaking poetic masterpiece, but is just sung perfectly. "Warning Device" has just the right amount of twang in the distorted guitar and swallowed vocal to make you sing "woah" along side your speaker. Closing with "Wasting Time" could not have been a smarter move. This song contains perhaps the best lyric on the album with "And now the murdering of minutes is my only crime" which is just so good it doesn't matter that this is yet another song about girls.
So break out the Chucks, those old jeans, and the ratty old t-shirts. Invite over some friends with a case of Keystone and put this album on, you will be happy. Just stay out of the basement.

Eulogy

I miss you Bubbe

MTGO and Politics

I play Magic: The Gathering, and the corresponding online game, Magic: The Gathering Online. I am a community member in PDC, a specific groups of players. I happen to be very vocal and outspoken (mostly because I have opinions). Recently, I have questioned the methodology of certain other community members, and have been labeled something akin to a heretic.

You can check out the discussion here:
http://www.pdcmagic.com/forums/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=830

I am SpikeBoyM, and Gatherling is a database tool that is relatively new.

My brain hurts.