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So, Gina and I attended a Weezer concert last night. Weezer is one of the few bands left from the mid-90’s who still garner mad respect, despite releasing their last album more than four years ago. So, i wasn’t sure what to expect from the show. My expectations were a lot of new songs, a slightly older audience than i run into at most other shows in Philly, and some fun. Well, i was only right in one respect, but i’ll get to that. Fresh from the coffee shop, i arrived at chez Gina, and we decided to grab some takeout and then sprint for line outside the TLA. We did just that, and found (much to our surprise) that the line to get into this tiny venu extended around the side of the block and down an alley. Along the way, we were offered money, sex, larger amounts of money, and forks for our tickets. I’ll explain that last bit in a second. Apparently, Weezer sold out a lot fast than even Gina had thought, and in the process had left a lot of fans out in the cold. As for the forks, it turned out that our chinese takeout food came with nothing that even resembled utensils other than fortune cookies, which i quickly proceeded to eat with. We stood there eating from paper cartons with cookies for quite a while.

The World Kiosk Web Hosting Services has the unfortunate priviledge of appearing at the address http://www.std.com. Don’t ask me why… i just think it’s funny.

HAHA! I am the first blog from the 26th to get listed in the blogger directory. I suppose that means i should write something interesting now… err… nevermind…

I just read Shafted. And, when i say i just read it, i really mean that i read every post ever made starting from March and ending two hours ago. After my literary journey, i have come to the realization that Shafted has changed for different reasons than everyone there seems to be giving. As much as i endeavored to bring good writing and intelligent thought to the main page, none of my posts seem to fit in with the ones surrounding them. But, we are an evolving crowd of people, and we all change our mannerisms to fit the needs of the rest of the community. Only time will tell if we are evolving into the proverbial dodo.

Have you ever wished that your tongue had a point on it so that you could pick your own teeth and scrape peanut butter from the roof of your mouth?

Me neither.