Luckier Than You Are

I was going to tell you all about my weekend and how much better it was than yours (I guarantee it) but I just don't have TIME! Work has been a goddamn marketing sweatshop and tonight is Wolf Parade and there's JUST NO TIME.

So I leave you with a montage of my open mouth and some other people. Seriously...what IS my problem.

Happy Birthday Sup-Pop! Without you, the Seattle grunge movement would never have inspired me to stunt my budding pre-teen sexuality by wearing flannel shirts and baggy men's jean shorts, thinkin' I looked all sorts of hot.

We celebrate you with beers.

One never really needs to get this close to amy g.

Devon tried to kill me on his motorcycle. By "try" I mean scare me to death by driving fast with me on the back of it.

So I shot him.

Marie's there too...but you know how she feels about pictures of her own face.

Oh wait, now just wait a minute here. What might this be? Might this be a picture of ME AND DAVID CROSS? Yes, I think it might. You know how I feel about the man...not only is it written plainly upon my face, but it's also here.

And last but not least...Jemaine and Brett of Flight of the Conchords. We've been a little bit obsessed with them since the HBO still lived with me and we could have Conchords-watching parties. I believe here they're singing Business Time. And I am most likely singing too. Because it is, you know. It always is. And I'm probably drunk.

I'd also like to add that the gleaming white skin you see me sporting in these pictures stayed that way, despite direct sunlight and temperatures in the scalding 90s (oh Seattle, you're so cute). Wanna know why? Because amy g. had sunblock that was SPF 70. I didn't even know such a thing existed. I applied three times throughout the day, so that means at one point I had on SPF 210. Uh huh. You can tell in that pic with Tobias Funke up there. Grease monkey. Grease monkey and about 6 beers in. I've seen a few celebrities in my day (was in The Vegas when Oceans 11 was filmed...you do the maths) and can generally keep my cool around them...but it was not to be with DC. I was pretty much the farthest thing from cool you could get (both literally and figuratively) with some blubbering and stuttering and an unintentional use of the word "douchey". However, he was still nice to me, so I very much heart him. Even if he does look like the unibomber with that beard.

That really is all I have time for. Except for that. I really didn't have time to write that bit. I promise the next post will be less journalish and more something else. Sometimes I even keep promises.

Now leave me alone, damnit...I'm busy.