Thursday, December 16, 2004

Money where the mouth is ...
My job: The offers came yesterday. I haven't gotten mine yet. I expect it to be waiting next to my mailbox when I get home today. Apparently these offers leave something to be desired ... Like a clear relocation plan. Those of us that are moving have already consulted and have agreed to meet this unfortunate turn of events with a unified front. "Give us real-estate brokers or give us death!"

Whatever though, the ball is now officially rolling. All that's left is to pack, fly out, find a place to live, come back, load my crap on a truck and leave this burg behind me. I'm still completely indifferent to this whole situation. The Killing Machine has some amazing plans for our last few shows and our undoubtedly amazing forthcoming record will be passed down through the ages as a testament to the amazing feats that can be accomplished simply through drunkenness and debauchery. I even have tentative plans for a new band on the East Coast. Considering I have an entire records worth of Omerta songs that I've never had a chance to do anything with, this is very promising. Life Goes On. The Wheel in the Sky Keeps on Turning. Today is Tomorrows Yesterday. Etc.

Other than this information, I really have nothing all that interesting to report. Yesterday I did my 2.5 mile walk home again. It's amazing how little walking a person does once they get out of highschool. I used to walk from my parents house to my junior high all the time. That had to have been at least 3 miles, if not more. I would sometimes walk that distance twice a day. You walk a TON when you are a kid. This is what walking a ton now has made me realize. People complain about their metabolism taking a nose dive once they hit their 20's (myself included), but I'm more inclined now to think that this theory is complete bullshit. Sure you're not growing much anymore, so your body stores more of the energy it takes in, but if you actually get off your fat ass and move around a little bit you'll be amazed at how quickly you start to get in shape. Again ... Ride the bus. Traffic is for suckers.

Incase you're wondering; the rest of my health-nut program goes like this: Do push-ups, do sit-ups, stop eating ice cream sandwiches every day, eat more soup and vegetables, switch from beer to whiskey. Seriously, this diet works. It wont make you "the biggest loser" or anything, but it's not that hard to maintain and over the long haul you'll get skinny (er).

The finale of Americas Next Top Model was on last night. Last season I felt like a total knob for watching that show habitually, but since then I have started hanging out with ALKM drummer extrordinaire, Doug, and as it turns out, he also knew every contestants name from ANTM Season II along with when they were cut. (was that a run-on sentance? Who cares. Onward) Anyway, Doug made me realize that if you have a girlfriend, watching this show is unavoidable. It's on regular television, it's got Tyra Banks, lots of gay guys, fashion and a house full of catty bitches. It's no wonder this is a hit show. I didn't watch the finale last night, but I'm 85% positive Eva won. It was thoroughly obvious from week 1 that she would. Just like it was painfully obvious that Yoanna was going to win last time. If you are a guy and think I'm a total queen for wasting the bandwidth to type this out, that's fine. For every guy like you there is a girl who now thinks I'm dreamy. Or maybe that just ruined it. Whatever.

I'm a guy. Christmas shopping season starts Saturday. I get 3 days off next week. That's the shiz. They're also going to spring for pizza tomorrow. Rad.