if only they'd listen to John Prine

November 09, 2001, 05:38 pm

Yesterday, I went to earxtacy with Sam and his friend Tim that I'd seen around campus, but hadn't met. I was unable to resist buying new CDs: fugazi Furniture, bright eyes fevers and mirrors, piebald the rock revolution will not be televised. Phew. I love the look of Furniture. Damn. I can't wait to buy the Fugazi Instrument DVD.



Driving to work this morning, I saw a car that had american flags stickered all over its windows; I couldn't help but bust out a little John Prine, with the obligitory twang-accentuation:

Now Jesus he don't like killin'
No matter what the reason is for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.



The office has a beta (fish) that kurt named Sid Fishous. Heh.

In 1.5 hours, I'll be sitting in a hardwood pew at ex-coworker Sandman's wedding. It's going to be a long, catholic wedding. Yikes. (I was just proofreading this before posting and when I read "it's going to be a long, catholic wedding", I swear it said, "it's going to be a sing-along catholic wedding", which I guess is partially true, but not as fun as one might expect.)