Geez, what a week it's been. Hectic and stressed don't even begin to describe the type of week I've had. It's all stuff that I don't particularly want to talk about, so I'll write about something else. Something else like MySpace spam.

I'm convinced that there's an evil Spam Lord out there whose sole purpose is to get me, but I slip through Spamblor's hands every time. Temptations of Macy's giftcards, finding out my karma, and real Gucci bags are conquered every time (the episode where I fought the College Girls Making Out Fake Video was a close one, but I won again).

So I say continue to do your wurst, Spamblor. You'll never captch me.

(Speaking of MySpace + spam, we've got a Facebook page now. If you've got Facebook, you should be our friend. It's very clean.)

We're getting the show train choo-chooing again (I get an F-minus-minus for terrible metaphors). We've been in a strange purgatory-like state since the album's been in the mixing stage. We all showed up to practice this week unsure what it was we were practicing for. (It did amuse me how we all forgot parts to songs we hadn't played in awhile; but I guess that's why they call it practice, yea?) Last week's show was really great for us, and it'll be good to get on that again. There's nothing quite like playing live for me, because knowing us there are 1,000 things that could go very wrong.

For example, Jen's insistence that her bringing a backup guitar is totally unnecessary. I'm waiting for that inevitable day we're in the middle of a song and SHPLARNG! Then I'll be like "Where's your messiah now, Flanders?!" Then she'll attack me by trying to strangle me with the broken string, mass fisticuffs ensue, and via some freak accident an errant cymbal decapitates Ross, which makes Roy laugh because he was sitting at the bar the whole time.

Actually, that sounds like it would be an awesome show. I was wrong. I can see why Jen doesn't want to bring her backup.

Cheers,
Henry

Currently listening to:
The Modern Age EP
by The Strokes