I’m still amazed at how people can have completely private and embarrassing conversations in public. Especially when one of said people has that loud voice which he/she is completely oblivious about. (For the record, this one’s about a rash down there.)

I went to the Travis show on the 25th, and my god, that was worth the 7-year wait. That was the last time they visit Arizona, which happened to be around the time I was getting into them. Fran was alittle shocked it had been that long. (Rightly so! Don’t deny us the T-love again!) I could write a review like this (which accurately wraps up the chain of events), but I’ll just sum it up by saying it was one the best shows I’ve ever seen, and you are sorely missing out if you don’t attend one in the near future. I don’t think a Scot has ever disappointed me, to tell you the future. They’re just.. fun. And chatty. It also felt nice to be at a show where I didn’t feel like the oldest person in the room. It was quite convenient that Fall Out Boy was playing across town – run, teenies, run!

Not that I hate the youth of America, or FOB (damn catchy tunes), but something about this wave of emo/rock/punk/gah music turns somewhat sane boys & girls into Philistines.

Here’s a few links that have been sitting in my “blog this with clever wit” file for a couple months. I’d update them to current wit, but I said what I said, so I’ll say it. (“Do what I say ’cause I said it.”):

-This is exactly how I want my future kids to fight.

-This possibly explains my fantastic memory – because damn was I a talkative child. For a long time, it was the only thing I ever got in trouble for in school. Every report card, it said, “talks alot”.

-And This both intrigues and disgusts me equally.