Last night, I was reading in bed and my eyelids seemed to be made of concrete so I decided to take Belle out one last time and hang it up for the night. She peed and we came back in, only we weren't alone...
A cicada flew in behind us, attracted by the kitchen light. It chirped obnoxiously and flew circles around the chandelier. Felix lept up from the floor and staked out the kitchen table, swiping at the cicada when it came into range. Meanwhile, Belle's also got her eye on the hissing vermin and trotting around the kitchen table, not taking her eyes off it.
Felix managed to bring the cicada down but didn't do anything with it after that, to my dismay. It wobbled back into the air and continued chirping and crashing into the light. I grabbed a broom and hit the cicada out of the hair like it was a tennis ball and I was one of today's current tennis players, not Pete Sampras like I originally planned on writing.
It bounced off the wall and landed on the floor, right in the gab between the floor and where the trip used to be. I swept it out of the crack and it chirped on the floor. After Belle had her sniff, I swept it outside, preventing my house from being infested by insectoid vermin while I slept.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
Kinda sucked
So, right after we watched a Season 3 episode of Breaking Bad, Brittany prepared to leave for work and I prepared to take the dogs for a walk on what was probably the hottest day of the year. We passed a house with a man working on the roof and I thought, "Man, it would suck to be working out in this heat."
The dogs performed admirably on the walk, due to the intense heat and humidity and also that they were still recovering from a Saturday romp at my parents'. We returned to the house and the garage door was closed. I thought "It would suck if Brittany locked us out."
Yadda yadda yadda, she did. After checking the basement door, I walked to the one neighbor whom I thought might still have my back door key from the days when my parents owned the house. She wasn't home. I walked around the house, panting dogs in tow, and checked all the windows. All locked. And my cell phone was on the kitchen table, right next to my keys.
As I cursed and tried to decide which neighbor I'd impose on to call my dad. Then I remembered I felt a draft next to one of the basement windows a couple days before. I walked up to the unattached garage and it was blessedly unlocked. I procured a screwdriver and walked back to the basement window, dogs still in tow.
After some amateur breaking and entering, I popped the screen out and slid the window open. Daisy, still leery of me after living in my house for almost three months and knowing me for about a year, was surprisingly understanding. I said "I know you're not going to like this but I'm going to pick you up now. She didn't struggle and let me carry her into the darkness of the basement.
Belle, my faithful hound of nearly 13 years, was almost as understanding. She stood at the open window and looked at me. "Belle, this is our house. I'm going to pick you up now." She yielded but wasn't happy about it. Soon, we were all navigating the Stygian darkness of the basement. I don't think Belle quite understood where we were until we reached the basement steps. Soon, we were again in the welcoming light of the main floor of the house and all was well with the world. I gave the dogs treats and they were soon napping in front of the air conditioning vents on the living room floor.
The dogs performed admirably on the walk, due to the intense heat and humidity and also that they were still recovering from a Saturday romp at my parents'. We returned to the house and the garage door was closed. I thought "It would suck if Brittany locked us out."
Yadda yadda yadda, she did. After checking the basement door, I walked to the one neighbor whom I thought might still have my back door key from the days when my parents owned the house. She wasn't home. I walked around the house, panting dogs in tow, and checked all the windows. All locked. And my cell phone was on the kitchen table, right next to my keys.
As I cursed and tried to decide which neighbor I'd impose on to call my dad. Then I remembered I felt a draft next to one of the basement windows a couple days before. I walked up to the unattached garage and it was blessedly unlocked. I procured a screwdriver and walked back to the basement window, dogs still in tow.
After some amateur breaking and entering, I popped the screen out and slid the window open. Daisy, still leery of me after living in my house for almost three months and knowing me for about a year, was surprisingly understanding. I said "I know you're not going to like this but I'm going to pick you up now. She didn't struggle and let me carry her into the darkness of the basement.
Belle, my faithful hound of nearly 13 years, was almost as understanding. She stood at the open window and looked at me. "Belle, this is our house. I'm going to pick you up now." She yielded but wasn't happy about it. Soon, we were all navigating the Stygian darkness of the basement. I don't think Belle quite understood where we were until we reached the basement steps. Soon, we were again in the welcoming light of the main floor of the house and all was well with the world. I gave the dogs treats and they were soon napping in front of the air conditioning vents on the living room floor.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Bands I've seen live
Bands I've seen live (This is a very ska-heavy list)
- The Toasters
- The Secretaries
- Isaac Green and the Skalars
- Skavoovie and the Epitones
- Let's Go Bowling
- Unsteady
- The Skatalites
- The Slackers
- Chris Murray
- The Suicide Machines
- AFI
- Avail
- Apocalypse Hoboken
- Assorted Jelly Beans
- The Weaker Thans
- The Specials
- They Might Be Giants
- The Reverend Horton Heat
- Los Straitjackets
- Southern Culture on the Skids
- Deke Dickerson
- Big Sandy and the Fly-Rite Boys
- Eastern Standard Time
- The Green Room Rockers
- The Aggrolites
- Mr. T-Bone
- Dr. Ring-Ding
- Monkey
- Toots and the Maytals
- Flogging Molly
- The Pinstripes
- Deals Gone Bad
- The Pietasters
- Split Lip Rayfield
- Bonerama
- The Gadjits
- Mephaskapheles
- Red Stripe Allstars
- Murder City Players
- The Pinstripes
- Dan Pothast
- MU-330
- Lawrence Arms
- Alkaline Trio
- Dale Watson
- Spring-Heeled Jack
- Th' Legendary Shack Shakers
Huh, I guess I haven't seen that many bands live. It felt like more than this but there are a lot of multiples on the list. I've seen the Slackers 20 times and a few of the other bands four or five times. There are some smaller bands whose names I either don't remember or don't care to mention.
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