G-Mail,

Hey, anybody who still hasn't got a gmail account that wants one let me know - apparently I've got 6 gmail invites to pass out, so send an email to chromeeyes@gmail.com and I'll send an invite.

Lates,
Erasmsus

AR.


So my morning thoughts are as follows:

1) Is a keg stand also wheezing the juice?
2) I think assroll is a way better word for tp.


Additionally, I hit this Irish pub called the dubliner last night and had three pints of Guiness with my roomate and his gal. Mtt and I played some darts against these chicagoians in town to see the game. Whupped them soundly the first game, but the second game was tight (forgive me I don't usually play the part of the sports hero, so let me revel in my small feat and yeah.) and my last dart in a round in which both teams had opportunity to take the game was a doozy. Score: 54-45 the cleveland avenue X2obcessed up against the chicago omnivor lovers, Erasmus has two darts thrown skirting the fring of the bulls-eye, one bulls-eye left to finish it. I stepped outside to the next line over and whizzed it in sidelong to seal the game. Nothing like calling a shot and then making it to put a cap on a night; next I'll just have to try out that same brand of baud with that brunette talking to her friends at the end of the bar, but alas.

Speaking of little helpless babies (as the ebot was) I saw a 5 gallon bucket with a warning lable the other day with a picture of a toddler head-over-teakettles exclaiming, "Avisio" drowning hazard for small children. Shit, if my kid was dumb enough to drown in a five gallon pail, said child doesn't deserve to swim in the gene pool anymore. But seriously, enough of the warning lables...............I should have one too - any ideas?


Out,
Chromeeyes

Yo,

So, this morning I picked up - upon the recommendation of two reliable sources both the new dillinger escape plan and the detatchment kit's disk (my head still hurts again). Also, I got the ben harper collaboration with the blind boys of alabama - I highly recommend it if you're into that kind of thing - gospel psychodelic rock fusion that is. Anyway, I'm doing some coffee shop chillin' (and they asked me if I wanted three shots or four in my large latte, seriously what kind of 10am saturday morning question is that - but I'll let it slide today) and then I'm working this afternoon into the night, but a saturday morning off feels refreshing like november skinny dipping.

Out,
Erasmus

post script: Yo musebomb, I haven't yet dug into that escape plan stuff, but it's qued up next - I'll let you know my thoughts upon completion. Rad.

Today

Today, I woke up at like 6 laid in bed for an hour contemplating my day and then got up drank coffee and showered. That's the way the good ones start. I'm all for it. Unamused by the TV I read the city pages, taken in an uncracked (knowledge gleaned by way of the flyer that fell out of the paper) by my roommate, with my coffee. Got to work, helped a co-worker out with some stuff and here I am. And that's ok by me. I'm going to cook tonight and that should be fine. We'll see how the weekend works out, but I'm aiming to hit the town some night, plus I've got sunday off so, It'll likely be saturday night. Anyway, Y'alls have a cool, crisp weekend and I'll try and get in touch as best I can.

Out,
Erasmus

I hate the online quizes, so I like this one

- brought to my attention by vicious lamb. I've got more to say, but I might not right now. Anyway, just chillin' today, got a big one tomorrow (y'all know the drill prayers and such). Also, I think I'm starting to go invisible - got cut off twice on the way to work today - I'd like to drive without getting cut off sometime soon, but unfortunately I'm not sure that's going to happen.

etched in the glass of a broken wine bottle,
Erasmus

Calling the clan,


Old 97's playing here

22 Fri Minneapolis, MN @ First Avenue w/ Sarah Lee and Johnny
23 Sat Madison, WI @ Barrymore Theatre w/ Sarah Lee and Johnny
24 Sun Milwaukee, WI @ The Rave NEW! w/ Sarah Lee and Johnny

I say we follow them like those f-ing hippies follow the dead, but maybe without all the psychotropics and such.

Who's in? I've got digs here in the TCs all are welcome to crash, plus I'll cook for anybody who's in...or something

plus, rah, I totally forgot the date the pixies are playing, if you read this give me a call whenever, otherwise I'll give you a call whenever.

Lates,
Erasmus

....it seems so out of context, in this gaudy apartment complex.....
& also introducing....


OK, so I ran across a couple of new blogs this week, friends of mine who I haven't run into for a while, hence not connecting with their journals.

First there's musebomb who with the writer of "this is not a fugazi tee-shirt" are responsible dualy for my appreciation of secular independent musicians and lables....music that does not necessarily reflect either my social or moral values.

Second there's Lucy Electric - a friend who I hung with back a couple of years ago when I was really wandering who was wandering a little - I'm real excited to see if she's as grounded as I may or may not be right now.......so keep an eye there too.

For those of you not familiar with the lyrics by the postal service in the subject line it means that I'm sans gf now and again...keep me in your prayers and such.


So that's about all for now, until the next (I hope not monthly) installment.



post script: I'm heading to the Turf tonight to check out some local alt-country stuff - show's at 10 - y'alls invited.