Thinking of a master plan...

I am experiencing a lot of problems maintaining a blog. For one thing, I have now gotten a taste for it and find myself thinking "hey, I should blog about this." Right now, the list has grown to such an massive level that I either have to just give up certain topics or simply extricate it all into one giant post. I also need to find time to keep up with this writing ideas. Also, I must appease my lovely girlfriend who was hurt to discover I haven't mentioned her. I'll take care of that one first- hi Carrie! Kisses! Seriously, you rock. I would put up a picture of her, but she has forbade me to do so. So instead, here's a picture of Tori Amos, who many people have told her she resembles (myself included):

Moving right along. So I haven't talked much about my band. Yeah, I'm in a band... and yeah, I work at a coffee shop, I ride a bike to work and I do web design. I'm the total recipe for making a hipster douchebag, but I can't help it- I'm only as God made me. If it makes you feel better, I'm poor. But I do have an iPhone... Damn, I'm starting to hate myself. But that'd be totally "emo," and make me more of a hipster douchebag! Dang, I'm caught in a douchebag Catch-22! A Mobius strip of douchebaggery... What the hell was I talking about?

Oh yeah, I have a band called Sirens of Titan. We are a hard rock/metal band that plays around the Twin Cities. We recently played at First Avenue, which was pretty awesome. It was the closest to feeling like a rock star I have felt. It wasn't because of the groupies or the hard drugs (of which there were none). It was due to the fact that the staff showed us a little respect, even helping us haul our gear (!!!). We even needed passes to get backstage to the green room. Extra bonus? All the free Budweiser and Premium we could drink! They even had coffee and bottled water. It was awesome. We also got to play the same stage Prince slithered bare-chested across in Purple Rain. Having played many-a thankless gig in my life, this was borderline validation.



This is a picture I took in the green room bathroom. Here is what it says:

"Dear Rakim! I have made a life of the lessons you taught me. Thank You.
-Slug, Atmosphere 11-10-07"

And next to that, in the same handwriting:

"Dear Slug! You are a talentless twat. You know nothing.
-Everybody, All Musicians, All-The-Time"

I hope Rakim laughed his ass off when he saw it. Word.