Despite my paltry skills as a musician, it seems that I may be playing drum set for a show coming up this week in Kenosha. Tremper High School, my alma mater, is putting on the show and they find themselves suddenly in need of the rock that only the Buddha can produce. That, and I assume their regular drummer cancelled at the last minute.

I “audition” tomorrow for the director. I quote that because I think they’re pretty desperate, but I want to give the kid an out if he thinks I suck, which I might. Wish me luck, anyway.

Today, Czelticgirl was having difficulty deciding what to eat for lunch.

CG: I know it sounds weird, but I could really go for a nice, crunchy, tasty casserole. But, there’s no place around here where I can get something like that. It’s not like there’s a Casseroles ‘r’ Us or something.

Me: That could be your new business. Or, ooo, maybe the McCasserole! Of course, people wouldn’t separate those first two syllables, and that doesn’t sound terribly appetizing all slurred together like that.

Think about it, say it out loud. It will come to you.

Checking my contact information at my domain registrar, I found that steelbuddha.net is one year old as of the 8th of January, 2004. Merry birthday! I’m not sure what that makes this site in blog years, but I’ll sneak it a beer all the same.

Typical conversations between me and some people I care about go like this (conversations with those I don’t care about involve nearly zero interaction from me):

A Friend: So, what do you guys think we should do tonight?
Steelbuddha: (realizing that my crowd is not much for bars) I don’t know, really. You have any ideas?
F: Not really.
S: Well, if we get desperate, there’s Landmark which has bowling, pool tables, and an arcade. Plus, if people want to get drinks, that’s easy enough. Everyone should be suitably stimulated, even the pedarasts.
F: …
S: I suppose it is a little smoky for people’s tastes, but it’s an option if we can’t think of anything else and we want to DO something.
F: What if we just saw a movie?
S: Is there anything out that you want to see?
F: That new movie with The Rock is out.
S: But, is there anything out that you *want* to see?
F: Well, it’s something to do.
S: There are so many things that fall into that category.
F: Well, what do you want to do?
S: Fuck it, let’s just play Soulcalibur 2.
F: (merrily) OK!

OR

Steelbuddha: (excited) Hey, do you want to go to the Friday Night Freak Show tonight? It’s “Neverending Story.”
A Friend: What’s the Friday Night Freak Show?
S: College kids shouting drunken comments at a theater screen, thinking they’re MST3K. It’s a good time. What else you got to do tonight?
F: Nothing really.
S: So, let’s go.
F: Hold on, let me ask the girlfriend/boyfriend.
S: K.
F: It says it can’t. It’s got to study/work on some project it will never finish/throw up from some severe illness/any other excuse to avoid something new.
S: OK, well I’m not attached to those plans. Is there anything that it wants to do?
F: Anything inside, I guess. And cheap is good.
S: OK, any suggestions?
F: Um, it says we could get together over here and play Soulcalibur, or maybe hit iColiseum and play LAN games. Oh, or that new movie with the Rock is playing!

See what happened there? It’s insidious. And it’s not just the obvious things you see, either. For one, did you notice that the person outside of the conversation is up for things, just not the things I’m suggesting?
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Ok. We’ve all been busy. Even were I not though, I’m the worst person to have a hobby like blogging. I am the demon of inconsistency.

Still, I could not ignore this snippet of joy; William Gibson has a blog that he updates when he’s not writing the occasional stellar novel.

So, that’s pretty cool.*

* – blogging skills at an all-time high after my hiatus, I see.

Randy “Macho Man” Savage stands clear as the voice of our generation, an American treasure not to be discounted. When he sings “Don’t be a punk, Hogan,” how can one not hearken back to Thoreau’s “Civil Disobedience” and its lightning-strike criticism of societal constructs?

Stand aside, Mr. O’Reilly. Warm up your justice machine, Ashcroft. Put down your microphone, Eminem. Hulkamania, like McCarthyism, will stand the test of time only as a shameful mistake in our history. There is a new glittering star shining a harsh, revealing light on the ills of our society, and his music will be the anthem to which all Americans will march proudly into the future.

Check it. My new MT install went swimmingly. All tendencies toward the anal on backend organization are now satisfied. Deal with this, yo.

Also, comments will be back in as I can add them. The reinstall did not allow for comment export/import.

On my way home from Racine last night, I noted that the local Ground Round had those stick-on letters in a slightly off-kilter way enticing all passersby to “Join [them] for Sweetest Day”.

I’m not sure if this was an ominous warning to men who thought that (if they remember the Hallmark Holiday at all) Ground Round was even an option how exactly they would be leaving the restaurant (i.e. partially digested after being ground into “round”), or if it were more a message to cannibals who know that the sweetest meat comes from a loved one.

Either way, it was bizarre. World Cafe on NPR throws my mind into strange dimensions, it would seem.

I’m totally with this, but it’s almost too obvious a viewpoint to be on a T-shirt. Somebody will wear it. Maybe Jesus.

from stuct.com, the younger cousin of T-shirt Hell (my personal costumer), who totally smoked a cigarette once.

More Seanbaby advocacy, despite my better judgment. This tells me where I am in life, considering more than 75% of these activities apply to me, either in present or past tense.

Additionally, Rammstein is much better than the people who listen to Rammstein.