Hello at the Urinal

Have you ever walked into a bathroom and been apaulled at what you see? Now, I'm not talking about the cleanliness, but about the people and the interactions. I have decided to post a few of my personal rules for correct ettiquette while in a public bathroom.

10. Never go into the bathroom to change into the concert t-shirt you just bought at the merch table so that you can be seen wearing the band's tour shirt for the concert. That is dumb.
9. Don't ever fill up a water bottle in the sink. That faucet is a water slide for germs of all sorts.
8. If its a rest stop, and its a hand dryer that blows air on your hands...don't use it. Dry your hands on your shirt/pants. It is healthier to do so then to have other peoples' fecis heated up and blown back on your hands.
7. Never ask for toliet paper underneathe the neighboring stall.
6. If you must take a ridiculously embarassing picture for your blog or myspace page with your shirt off...do so at your home bathroom not with your cell phone in the mall bathroom.
5. The vending machines with cologne samples are never a good idea.
4. Brushing your teeth in the public bathroom has to be the last resort.
3. No sponge baths...ever.
2. Eyes always forward.
1. Cell phones at the urinal make everyone uncomfortable. Use at your own risk.

Hope this has helped make your public bathroom endeavors better.

Andrew: 1, Josh: 4

Last night, my HLP, Marc Herring, got us tickets to Andrew Bird and Josh Ritter at the Knitting Factory. Between the tall, loud bros in the back and the dancing olds obstructing my view, the night proved to be rather eventful. Needless to say, the show was fantastic. Well, let me re-phrase that. Andrew Bird was amazing! Josh Ritter, not so much. I understand that he is a local guy, so he has a large following here, but he was no match for the Bird. But the whole point of this post isn't to discredit Josh Ritter. He is a good guy, that loves playing music. He's very talented. But the guy has got to know when to stop.

This brings me to my first and last point. Encores are worthless. It doesn't matter what the crowd response is...everyone plans an encore, and plays it. Its not like the good ole days of Led Zepplin or Paul Westerberg, where people played when the crowd threatened anarchial breakouts if they didn't. These days, you can stink and you'll still play an encore. What's the point? The anticipation? Josh Ritter played four stinkin' long songs for his encore; whereas, Andrew Bird played one song that he thought up earlier in the day...a heart-felt melody. My goodness, I love Andrew Bird. Next to Connor Oberst...Andrew is the runner-up.

Can You Hear Me Now?

I know; I know. It's been a long time since I have blogged. But give me a little break...it is summer, and there is so much on the schedule. However, I have not forgot to think about all of life's random quandries while on break. Nonetheless, last night, me and the roommates went to go see "The Dark Knight" at the midnight showing. Now, I'm not sure if its just Boise...or if its because it was a midnight showing...or if its a combination of many little things...but people were drunk! It was kinda ridiculous. We were sitting there and seeing person after person walk in--totally trashed. I had an epiphany last night while observing these fellow movie-watchers. First of all...when you're drunk, you think that no one can hear you. You continue to yell something over and over until people give you a satisfactory reaction. When in all actuality, everyone has been staring at you for a long time. Not only do drunk people think no one can hear them...but they also think no one can see them. So they wave their hands and do outlandish, crazy things for attention. When again, in reality, we've all been staring at your for some time. Why is it that people do this? I haven't figured it out. But aside from the drunks...the movie was great. Heath Ledger, you will be missed.

Mark and Chelsea!

I don't know why, but from day one, I decided that I was going to pull for this couple. I like them so much!

Week #1

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...and really, I know weird, but I love this group performance as well. Basically, I'm pretty much a fanatic.

Liar Liar, Pants on Fire

Marc, Kyle, Stephanie and I traveled down to Winco last night to pick up some groceries. It reminded me of the days in college where a few people would all mob to Walmart and there we would find so many treasures. And by treasures I mean mullets, unibrows, and such. There were always an extremely eclectic group of people at the particular Walmart we would frequent. In fact, I'm sure we were gawked at for some of the crazy clothes and hair-dos we wore. And last night, many treasures surfaced as well. I was reminded of the early 90s. Remember when there was a slew of girls that would walk around with short shorts, perhaps jean cut-offs or plaid...with a long t-shirt? In my head, I tend to remember big, baggy t-shirts with tigger or dopey on them. But this gave the illusion that the individual was not wearing shorts. It looked like just a long shirt. How odd. Why would this style be? I suppose that coullots, skorts, and the wave-do were also style conundrums. Nonetheless...if you want to see the surfacing of any of these styles...go to Winco on Front Street. It's a treat.