Ventures

I'm sorry... Are they serious? I saw a TV promo for this last night at my parents house and I actually thought it was going to turn out to be a Burger King or Geiko commercial. Wow. Apparently this is what a $320K/4-year trip to USC nets you now. There are words that spring to mind, but none of them seem to fit the bill. I think it's grounds for a new term to be created.

Glitter 2: The Glitterest? Wow, you really just Falcon Beached the shit out of that one, didn't you?

I caught The Walkmen at The Miramar on Friday night. I skipped out on a few of their shows over the past year or two, I'm glad I got to catch them at at a time in which I'll actually appreciate the band. The opening groups sounded okay but not anything more than that, and the first band had a female lead vocalist who made the Emo Kids in girl pants look like they move with poise and acrobatic ease. Walkmen rocked it proper-like, however, and they capped things off early enough that I could still hit Wolski's and Burritos with Tucker and Aaron. Them's good times.

Saturday I woke up and extricated myself from the Blatz so I could make that long-haul out to Stoughton. I haven't been back in a while. People there still seem to give off this Halo of Idiocy that I've just never been quite able to pinpoint. It's like when you have that friend whose house just has that... smell. Don't feel bad: My car is in the same boat. Carboat! My little sister had a dance recital in Oregon that I attended. It was cool, I don't get to see her too often and I'm more than happy to make the trip out to see anything she's in... but those recitals can be fairly disturbing. They should not be teaching certain "dance moves" to 12 and 13 year old girls. Contrary to popular belief they are not--and I repeat, not--in da club. One day, hopefully several, several years from now, they may in fact find themselves in da club. As for now, however, I'm quite glad that my 11-year old sister is still in the groups where they wear Kitty-Cat outfits and just try to stay choreographed. I also hold trepidation and fear for having to see this thing next year round because if group ascension takes place... Not cool.

We pulled the tried-and-true Beadle Method of ditching out during the intermission of the event (17 songs in of a program that was 34 songs long... I was not too disheartened) and I accompanied my parents, sister and two of her friends to the Humane Society where they have been in the process of trying to adopt a second dog. I don't like these places. I don't like them because I can't enter one without seriously considering the process of locating a volunteer form and filling it out correctly. My parents were still occasionally falling back to the debate of if they even SHOULD get a second dog, at which juncture I pointed out that by stepping foot into the Shelter they were beyond that point. You can't walk into one of those places and see the abandoned and abused animals and then walk away with an "Eh, maybe later" mindset. It doesn't happen. I've got more to cover on this venture, but it'll have to wait.