Ah, I’m suddenly realizing that days off can sometimes be relaxing. All I’ve done today is transfer that LP (see: the post below this one), shower, and take a walk down Sunset to see if Two Boots has opened yet (it hasn’t). Then I stopped at Los Burritos for a chorizo and egg burrito and some nachos. I am very full and considering an afternoon nap, which I something I never, ever do. Maybe I’m not tired, but merely dying. Maybe listening to this new Wolves In The Throne Room 12″ EP will make me feel better…
Nope!
So, what can I write about today? Maybe the news story that was a main headline on CNN’s website for a few hours this afternoon about the woman who had a kidney removed through her vagina so that it could be donated to her niece? Nah, that one has already been beaten to death by everybody who has stumbled across CNN’s website. After reading the article, I want to know why the doctors didn’t try to insert the kidney into the niece through her vagina, too! That way, the kidney could have gone full-circle! Well, I guess it’s not exactly full circle since it’d be ending up in a different body via a different vagina, but you get the idea…By the way, check out the weird Dr. John hippie douche standing behind the patient in the photo attached to the article. You just know he was the first guy to come up with the idea of tinkering with the vagina.
Maybe I can write about the Mets signing Oliver Perez to a three-year, thirty-six million dollar contract when the pitcher hasn’t received a single offer from another baseball team? Nah, that one has already been criticized by Mets fans across the country. Let’s just say I’m disappointed in Omar Minaya’s uncanny ability to bid against himself in a battle to sign mediocre free agents, and wish he was a little bit more like Brian Cashman, who doesn’t have to worry about a budget, and is never faced with having to consider offering middle-of-the-road players contracts. Cashman’s sole purpose is to tell a player or agent “We’ll top your best offer,” and maybe once a year he takes an over-hyped prospect from the Yankee farm system and pawns him off on some dumb, struggling NL-Central team for one of their premier players. Omar Minaya is officially on my shit-list now. Good business sense (signing tons of Latin players and developing baseball academies in Latin America), horrible general manager.
I guess I could always write about LOST, but so far this season has been so wild and unbelievable it’s hard to really think of anything that could remotely describe how great the first three episodes have been. People are always complaining that episodes might not answer questions, or there’s not enough action in the 60 minutes, but you have to look at the arc of the stories over the cross of entire seasons, and across the entire series, to see how vast and incredible the show is. If you’re not liking season five so far, you just have to have patience. Think of the first three installments as one longer version of “The Constant,” which will undoubtedly come to an equally amazing conclusion. Or, so I think.
That said, I’ve wasted enough space for one day writing about absolutely nothing. Tomorrow I’ll be posting another exciting interview, and then who knows what the rest of the week holds! Most likely nothing! Whee! Blogging is hard!
I was about to post this Wolves In The Throne Room track and describe how epic and slow-churning it is, then I listened to the MP3 and realized that I was listening to the record at the wrong speed! Either that or my turntable is totally fucked up!
Wolves In The Throne Room – A Looming Resonance
