Brief update whilst I linger.

I am currently in The Chicago Union Station.
In a few moments, I will know what McDonald breakfast truly tastes like firsthand.
The trip so far has been mediocre.
I was sitting in front of the most flamboyant party boy I have ever encountered.
He was talking very loudly to his friends who were wrapping up their evening with a lot of ecstasy at some house party after the club.
He had to repeat every mildly witty comment he made about having to 'slap a bitch'
about three times in a row so he could be secure in the fact that they had heard him and his wit was in fact appreciated.
And then things got serious. He had to send a text to let a person know how he really felt about him.
And this text would end the friendship because of how this person reacted to a facebook video and how they put so and so on the top of their myspace friends list.
By the way, I am being serious. These things came out of his word hole.

There is a scheduled pit stop between Minneapolis and Chicago at a truck stop.
And since it was 3 in the morning when we got there, the taco bell and Subway was closed.
I was hungry, since I didnt have any Thanksgiving dinner (Pity me) so I bought some soup.
I nuked it in the microwave they offer to truckers, but by the time I saw that they didnt have any forks or spoons, it was too late. It was one minute and forty five seconds too late.
I drank the soup and burnt my lip on the metal ring.

I thought metal was bad in microwaves. I have never understood that.

I did notice that they sold what looked like Microwave dinners, but boy was I still living in the dark ages.
These meals heated themselves.
By a chemical process known as Magic, I could have a thing of Lasagne in 10 minutes.

If you think I am coming home without some, you would be wrong.
Sadly, they are cost prohibitive at almost $7.00

They also had cups of coffee that heated up using the same process (magic)

Well, my trip is underway. I haven't slept a whole lot, but sleeping is for lazy robots.

What's that, McDonalds? Oh. I'll be right there.

Happy Black Friday. I want Batman Legos for Christmas.

Stay Awesome, weary travelers.

Andy

Tis a gift to be simple, Tis a gift to be free.

And so the season begins.
Today, as it happens is Thanksgiving.
And while I try my best to not follow the rest, I feel it only appropriate to say what I am thankful for.
Because today we tell all. A cornucopia (Corn of plenty?) of things we ought to say everyday, but are too busy telling stories about squirrels in kitchens and who is playing The Monday Night Comedy Show.
I'm thankful.
I am crazy thankful.
I am thank.
I am full. Wait, no I'm not. I am working.
And I will not be enjoying too much food until Saturday night, when I am surrounded by my best friends.
As friends go, I am not one to specify who is 'best' we all know what is best.
Conan says 'To Crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of their women'
True that, homeboy. True that.
But I do refer to my Indiana clan as my best friends. And I won't take it back.
Nor will I take back this:

Batman is the best fictional character ever created.
Therefore, I am thankful for Bob Kane.

Highlander is one of the best franchises known to mankind. Therefore, I am thankful for swords.
Without those, how would anyone know how to fence?
Or behead someone to take their powers and knowledge?

And little things like watching the movie 'Amelie' alone when you are sad, and being thankful for it making you feel better.
And watching 'Love Actually' with someone you really care about. In the end, you are crying, and holding hands a little tighter so as to not ever let go.
I like making forts and sleeping in them. It makes me feel safe when I am far away from the ones I love. And if I had the technical knowhow to make a throne to sit on as I contemplate my kingdom with a furrowed brow, I would be thankful for that too. Both the throne and the ability to make it.
I like my family quite a bit. I think you should be thankful for them everyday. Not just when you eat turkey or are watching a parade.
But that one is too obvious. And they don't fall under the canopy of 'little things'
They are your team, you know? The ones who have got your back in any situation you may find yourself in.
I may not talk to my family as much as I should, but I think about them a lot. Much more than I ever tell them.
And while we have our own unique brand of problems, we would still sit in a living room together and find ways to make each other laugh. That is what families are all about. To me, anyway.
And my family is a very funny one.
I'm thankful for that, too.
Oh, and Christmas eve, sleeping in front of the TV with the fireplace dvd playing.
With christmas music playing in the background.
And kids playing with wrapping paper more than the toys they just got. I think that is hilarious.
Irony. I am thankful for irony.
And Iron for that matter.
Who has figured out the riddle of steel? Thulsa Doom, that's who.
Seriously, watch a movie people. My pop culture only makes you smirk so much until I seem stupid.
I am thankful for my sense of humor.
I like my newest roommate, Dani. She is so much better than the last one. And she is a good baker and lets Chris and I steal tasty goodness.
I am thankful for gadgets. They are fun.
What else? What else?
Coffee. I am thankful for coffee. Oh sweet baby Thor, am I thankful for coffee.
I am thankful that people I went to high school with are still attractive. Even after so many years. Sounds petty, and it is, but I know a lot of good looking people. And when I see what is passed off as 'Hot' in the media these days, I am always comparing those I know to those I see on the telly. And my people always win.
I am thankful that I just typed 'Telly' without thinking about it.
People who tip even though they just bought a can of soda. You guys rule.

Brian Wilson. That is all.

Warm woolen mittens can suck it. Just kidding. I like them, it's just that I don't have any.
Scarves are rad, though.

At any rate, I am not thankful for my short attention span. I would like to write more, and thank all those who keep me in check for the most part, but I think you know who you are.

I brought my sewing kit to work today so I could patch up my bike seat that is in shreds.
I have to get back to that.

I hope you feel thankful all the time.
And I hope you Stay Awesome.
And I hope that you hope I Stay Awesome too, because I would be thankful for that.

Enjoy the day and the night.

Andy

Bored and I am not interesting.

That horrible girl is here at work.

The one who drunkenly told me that she doesn't like me.
I thought I would be free of her until February. That's when I overheard her say when she would be back for a visit.
She is being very cautious so as to not make eye contact with me.
And her husband gave me a knowing nod.
The nod that says, 'Yeah. I know she sucks out loud. But if I divorce her, she will kill me.'

Tonight was a Thanksgiving style deal at The Beat. On Sunday afternoons, The Beat transforms like Optimus Prime into a church. Aptly named: The Church In Uptown.
I am not sure of the denomination, but It irks me when people think I work at 'The Jesus Coffeeshop'
The only thing church related is the sunday afternoon thing. Other than that, it's just a coffeeshop.
Just like Uncommon Grounds, only without the potpourri dim lighting that makes the owner a complete douchebag. I have heard through reliable sources that he makes you take your laptop up to the 2nd floor after a certain time of day.
Screw that noise.
The Beat is one of those good places to hang out because it's quiet and has free wifi.
Not to mention some of the best coffee drinks in the city. A very under appreciated hotspot in Uptown.
This kind of sounds like an ad for The Beat. It isn't meant to be. I'm just horribly bored and need something to do besides dishes.

Tomorrow is The Monday Night Comedy Show.
Lots of good things to laugh at.
We have Spoken word, Improv and Stand Up.
Speaking of, PAPA SMURF is doing a set tomorrow night.
That's right. You are curious. And it is just like the picture in your head, only when you actually see what is going down, your head will explode.

Just trying my humble best to keep things spicy in the soup that is The MNCS.

You can visit the event page on the facebook HERE.

I hope that link works, as I am really excited for the show.

Thursday means Turkey Day, and I'm working. So if you want to come to The Beat and watch the Turkey Day Parade, please stop by. I'll have it up on the big screen. And I might even sell you coffee.
With working on a holiday when people should be with their families, it means bigger tips from the folks who do come in. They feel sorry for you, and that's ok because I'll need all the pity money I can get because later that night (after I eat dinner with my own family...or parts of it..sigh) I hop on the Megabus to go to Indy.

I'm really looking forward to this visit because I won't be lifting heavy things and putting them into trucks.
This time I'm just going for the company. And to sing some karaoke at the Tree lighting ceremony downtown.
Christmas music.
I LOVE CHRISTMAS MUSIC.
There. I said it. I wish I was sorry. I am not.

As it happens, Lindsey and Logan have visited me at work, so now I am not in the mood to write about how bored I am. As now I am not bored.

I will leave you now with the hopes that you will find the time to come to the show tomorrow night.

Have a great night, and sorry that this was not more entertaining.

Stay Awesome,
Andy

Fraketty Frak

In the last blog I wrote, I talked about washing your hands when you go to the bathroom. It was directed at Men.
I should have said that the same goes for women, but I hold ladies in high regard.
At any rate, I was going to start adding my blogs to a site in Indiana where Networking is the name of the game. And since I would like to meet new people in the Indy City, I thought that they could get to know me by reading some of the bits I write.
So after I posted my blog this morning, I added the same one to this networking site.
This site has special groups for Writers, Performers, business owners, and even bloggers themselves.
And then I got feedback.


This one was from the site moderator:

Andy...I'm sure everyone will appreciate the insights you've shared...although from my perspective, your blog would be just as funny and useful without all the F bombs. Yours is the first post I can recal in 11 months that has made such wide use of the term across as many parts of speech...so I'm not sure whether it should be edited, deleted, or left along. It's not like we've got little kids running around here, but we certainly want to maintain some decorum. I'll leave it up for now...and wait for other ---------s* to weigh in on the topic. Gotta go wash my hands now. These keyboards are filthy things.

And one by a user of the site:

Well, I'll weigh in. This is a post that probably does not belong on --------------*. Not to mention such use of the f-bomb is just classless.

I appreciate the first one, as they mentioned that it would have been funny without the word 'Fuck' used so many times.

But the second person just said it was 'Classless'
Which I like to look at it as me not conforming to any form of class. Or not liking classes in general. Perhaps I am above all classes. Maybe I just skipped class and am just too raw like Eddie Murphy was back in the days before suckling on the teat of Disney.

I don't have any problems taking the blog off the site. In fact, I did it moments after the first response from the moderator dude.

I don't get offended at the word 'Fuck'
Do you?
I do get offended at the word 'Nigger'
Which is why I never use it.
Maybe I am just being silly, but I just don't like being asked to edit my stuff.
And this was the first time for me.
Now, if I was writing this blog for some sort of literary prize or a syndicated paper, fine. I would use less colorful language.

I'd like your thoughts, please.

One of my favourite lines from a movie, and one that I use as often as possible is from 'Snatch'

'Sit down and shut up, you big balled Fuck'

Not really on topic, but I want to share with all you fucks...Heh heh.

I wonder if that second guy was so offended because he doesn't like washing his hands after he pees.

*Left out so as to not identify the site.


Staying Awesome,
Andy

A Public Service Announcement.

Hi there.
My name is Andrew Brynildson. I am a 30 year old male living in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
There is nothing really special about me when compared to the millions of other guys living on the planet.
I have the same outlook on life as many.
I care a great deal for my family, though as with most, we have our share of problems.
My friends are extensions of my family, and without them, I am truly lost.
I like kids, because I was once one. I think I did a really good job being a kid, which is why I have a mild form of 'Peter Pan Syndrome'
As of right now, this is the only syndrome I have. Knock on wood. It could be worse, you know?
I'm not terribly mean, nor do I sit back and take the proverbial 'shit' when it is thrown my way. You shouldn't throw anything at people unless it is a game where the point is to catch said thrown thing.
I live by the creedo- Be Excellent To Each Other.
It is a variant of The Golden Rule, and I know it comes from the movie 'Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure'
It isn't my favourite movie, but it certainly isn't my least.
I just try not to fuck anybody over. It's a good way to live, and so far, I can't say that I have too many enemies.
Go me.
I am definitely not living the cleanest life I could live.
I am a smoker, I drink whiskey and Diet Coke and I am out of shape.
However, I am not addicted to Meth or Crack. Nor do I have sex with Prostitutes.
I could exercise more than I do, and that smoking thing has got to go.
But at the end of the day, I have it pretty good.
And I have a voice.
Not many people hear it, and even fewer listen to it, but I'll be damned if I will not use this platform of blog to say something that is in dire need of being put out there. If people listen, far out. And if they don't, I can say I did my part. Please note that I am going to be blunt in a style all my own. If I offend, consider the subject matter.
So this one goes out to all the fellas:

Guys, when you touch your dick, wash your fucking hands.

Please note the bold red letters I used to emphasize how serious I am.

I'm a guy. Just like you.
And as men, we are blessed with the ability to do two things:
1) Pee standing up
2) and that is about it.

Women get to have the kids, so they know what it truly is to create something. And speaking of, but not in order, they get to have sex whenever they want.
Many women will call me out on this as being untrue. But as a man, believe me, in 90% of the cases: We would have sex with you. Most Heterosexual mean I know would never pass up an opportunity. And 90% is really being generous. Note that it doesn't even take 50% of the votes to become president of these United States. And I bet those people (Presidents) have sex all the time with anyone ever. It's like a law or something...
In the end, all Men are is some protein and, let's face it - more often than not, a disappointment. We rarely put the toilet seat back down and not a lot of us are very good with preparing food that doesn't come in plastic wrappers.

We are, as a general rule: rather stupid.
Sometimes, however, we are handy with a screwdriver and a nail gun.
But as someone who has been involved with theatre for several years, the female stage techs are considered some of the most attractive. More so than those pesky actresses.
And they know how to use a makita...

Sadly, I am consumed by thoughts of women backstage wearing black and calling out cues on headsets. I have derailed. Back on topic:

Guys. You know where that thing between your pants has been. And you know what you are going to do. You are going right back to the bowl of free peanuts set in front of your barstool.
Not a peanut fan?
How about giving your buddy a high five?
Oh look! You are being introduced to a really pretty girl who likes all the music you like. Neat. You shake her hand, and she has no idea that you were just peeing in a trough. Just like the ones at the Indianapolis motor speedway.
And you walked right past the sink.

Sinks, my children, are the things you rinse and use soap in to clean your hands.

Now, are there times when I am at home that I forget to wash my hands?
FUCK THAT, NO. I JUST TOUCHED MY WANG!

My parents did my part to instill some semblance of 'Don't be an idiot, wash your hands after you pee'

I understand that you have been peeing since before you can remember, guys. I get the fact that you have precise aim, and that most of us can write our names in the snow (The ONLY excuse for not washing, by the way- Doing it outside. )
We usually don't pee all over our hands.
But usually, you do touch your junk.

I remember a friend of mine in high school who swore up and down that he never touched his penis. Not even to urinate.
He was going through a phase of either devout Christianity, trying to impress some girl of the same ilk, or he had just started jerking off and was horrified that he was the only one on the planet who did this.
We countered with "So how do you get it out of your pants?"
'Jesus pulls it out' he glibly retorted.
Ok. he didn't say that, and that sounded really dirty, but you know what IS REALLY DIRTY?

Not washing your hands when you use dirty as shit bathrooms in bars.
Did you not see that scruffy looking nerf herding NASCAR hat wearing DudeGUy with the dollar bill medallion around his neck(that was not worn to be ironic)?
Wanna know what he did today?
He fucked a goat. Who cares what he did today.
Wanna know what he did ten minutes before he took a bite out of your pizza?
"Do you have a cold?"
STOP ASKING THAT, PEOPLE! Start asking 'Hey, did you wash the dick off of your hands before you grabbed my pizza?'

Scenario:

"Can I have a sip of your drink?"
'Do you have a cold?'
"Nope"
'ok'
(grabs the straw, dips his fingers in the drink and mutters something about it being a 'pee pee' drink)

"Hey, can I have a bite of your pizza?"
'I guess so'
"Cool. Hey, do you like the taste of what I touched in the bathroom?"
'What?'
"Nothing. Damn. This Pizza's good as hell."

So guys, please for the love of all that is holy and good: Wash your hands after the bathroom.

Whenever I mention how many guys don't do this when I am at a bar, women are mortified.
And it lessens the chance that you will get laid.
Which, for guys, is usually at a steady 25% chance. Because you are not really that charming.
Wash your hands. The ones who do are always watching, as it ups our own percentage to 51%
And then we become President.

Yours with soap and water,

Andy*

*Stay Awesome


"Nothing. Damn. This Pizza's good as hell."

In which Andrew goes to see Brian Wilson and comes back feeling alive.

Before I begin, I want to let it known that there are some people who read this on occasion who do not care for the music of Brian Wilson and The Beach Boys.
I know you exist, and no only do I feel sorry for you, but I also want you to go fuck yourself.
I mean that like I mean it when I say "I really like Batman, Highlander and collecting stuff"

Ok. I don't want you to do that, really, but if I may Geek out a little: When it comes to things I like a lot, things that make me think that life is really worth living - Like a Sith Lord, I speak in absolutes.

Last night I went to The Brian Wilson Concert @ The State Theatre in Downtown Minneapolis.
To say that it was a great show would be the same as telling Odin that The Earth and the Cosmos were just 'ok'.
And yes, this blog is going to be a very long one about my undying love for Brian Wilson, among other things. If you don't like passion, sunshine, love and having fun: Please go to the next blog where they talk about which mall they hate the most or which sports team did something that one time.

And away we go:

A few years ago, lets call it ten years ago, as it will be the anniversary of when John Bungert and I became best friends on December 10th(more on that as the day approaches)
J-Man and I were sitting in my apartment on the cusp of the downtown Minneapolis zone talking about music we liked.
John was already an accomplished musician at this time, so his opinion mattered. My own musical tastes had stopped growing three years prior when I graduated from high school.
(Incidentally, I know I am repeating myself from a previous blog, but it is relevant to this one and it's my party)
John spoke of The Beach Boys, and while I considered myself a fan because my Step Mother would only listen to WKLR when driving me around for various things like my summer of Tuberculosis tests, when everyone was convinced I had the consumption but it turned out I was just allergic to the tests. I have fair skin, you see, but I digress.
WKLR was the Oldies station. And growing up, I find I know the words to either too many really good songs that defined and shaped generations, or not enough. Depends on your perspective.
The Beach Boys were always one of my favourites. I knew mostof the words to their standard catalog, but the real heavy stuff was out of my range of knowledge.
He mentioned 'Pet Sounds' and how it was the inspiration for so many albums and bands that I liked.
I said I had not heard of it.
"Let's go" He said without pause.
And we were off to Cheapo to buy a copy. It cost me the last $13 I had to my name, but I got a copy of that album and we listened to it all the way through without speaking when we got back to my place.
When it was done, I needed to hear it again.
And that $13 has been listened to at least a hundred times since then. At least.
There are so many interviews and essays about Pet Sounds that I won't go into detail about how much it meant to me. The lyrics, The Music and the overflow of emotion that that album contains is different for each listener. But I am a firm believer in that album being put on the top of every 'Best of' list.
So my love of The Beach Boys grew and grew since then. So many albums that I wasn't aware of and songs that were better than the last one. And don't get me wrong, there were some crap tracks. Usually when Brian wasn't involved as much as he should have been.
But the vast majority of songs are amazing.
Brian Wilson's use of complex harmonies give them the ability to be 'rediscovered' each time you listen to them. Your brain just doesn't have enough power to grasp everything one of his songs has within it with just one listen. Which is great to me, because I am the type to listen to one song over and over again for an entire week without getting sick of it.
That, and I am a bit dense, so repetition helps things stick. Der Der Der.

Call me a fanboy, call me what you will. I don't give a hoot (to quote Kermit).
Brian Wilson is a genius.
And please don't bring up his depression or the time he spent in self imposed exile from the world.
We all have our off days. Brian just had a lot more than most of us. I feel it adds to his interesting story, and gave him a much deeper well of emotion to draw from with his melodies.
Where was I?
Right. Brian Wilson.
As I write this, I am distracted by shiny things like watching interviews and video of the Man himself. Ergo, this diatribe is taking me forever to write and post.
I own a lot of DVD's that tell his story and has concert footage out the wazoo, but since last night's concert, I am a little BW crazy. I get that way after seeing him or listening to his albums. And since he doesn't tour all that often, I feel fortunate when I get to see him.
J-man has been with me each time, so it has become our thing. Starting with the Pet Sounds Symphonic tour in 2000. Or was it 99? I can't recall exactly, but I do remember audio taping the whole show, sadly hearing nothing but John and I screaming like teenage girls at a boy band concert. Which, incidentally, is all you can hear on the tapes. Us. Screaming about how much we love Brian.
Then we went and saw him open for Paul Simon a few years later. I still feel that Paul Simon should have opened for Brian, but I don't make the rules, I just break them...
I didn't tape that concert, because I just assumed it would be more shrieking.
Then came the SMILE concert. Words can't describe any of these shows, people. And to try and do it is like describing tasting red wine.
I have long thought that asking what wine is like is ridiculous. I worked in a wine shop, and have heard all the descriptions. "Nutty with a vanilla twist and an oak aftertaste bursting with a subtle hint of cherry" It tastes like red wine. Blow me.
My tastes are not cultured, and I will argue till the end that yours are not either. Every person is different. Water tastes like water and feels wet. Snow is cold and Artificial Watermelon tastes like sugary heaven. Do you think differently? Good. You are human.
And just because I like Brian Wilson and you like gangsta rap doesn't mean I'm better than you. It just means I'm happier ;)
I knew that Brian was coming into town with his new album 'That Old Lucky Sun' a couple of months ago. I also knew that I didn't have the money to buy tickets when they went on sale.
I pretty much reserved myself to not seeing Brian this time around.
Life would suck, I'd get over it.
But still, when yesterday came and both John and I felt that Brian needed us in the audience, we decided to try our luck at buying tickets from a scalper.
And keep in mind that our luck has not been the best.
I mean, we don't write dark poetry by streams of black hate in meadows of the damned, but we don't consider ourselves lucky people.
And usually when we want something so bad that food tastes yucky and even kittens don't seem cute, we end up disappointed.
Last night, our luck changed.

A scalper had tickets, and they happened to be in the front row. That's right. The front row. The seats reserved for Kings and radio contest winners. The seats that God herself would have had to pay three times the face value of on ebay for.

In fact, throughout the day, I was looking at craigslist and messaging people who were selling tickets, trying in vain to lowball the insane amount they were asking.
And so, with silly grins, and $60 each paid to the guy in the polar fleece in front of The State Theatre, we watched and listened to Brian Wilson and his Band play some Beach Boy classics and in the second act, listened to the full performance of 'That Old Lucky Sun'.
He ended the entire night with 'Love and Mercy'. One of his best in recent years. Coming a close second to 'Lay Down Burden' that makes me cry everytime I hear it. Written as a tribute to his late brother, Carl, that song really helps my case when I try and convert people from casual listeners to Iron clad fans.


So yeah. I like Brian Wilson.
And after every concert I attend, I like him even more, making a point to thank John for really making me listen that one day. And for making me spend my last $13.

I have always offered to make my friends and family cd's of his music. And the mixes that I make are always available for the asking. Even now. Because if I can get one person to really like his music as much as I do, then I've done my good deed for the day.
Please, ask me for a cd. I'll gladly make you one.

In other news, I am having trouble with a tooth, and it is boring a hole into my brain. I need to go to NIP and have it either pulled, or blasted out of my skull with some C4. It is causing me to lose sleep and crave soup. I never crave soup. I am not usually a soup guy.
Soup. Soup Soup.
And tomorrow is The Monday Night Comedy Show. Lots of good acts, per usual. If you can make it, please come. You can find the facebook event page here:

MNCS!

And if that link doesn't work, you are out of luck, as I am impressed I know what a link is.

I am here at The Beat Coffeehouse in Uptown until 3pm, where you can come and say hi to me and listen to Pet sounds and Die Prinzen mixed with some Elvis and REM. I may be a Brian Wilson fan, but I am also and eccentric billionaire who moonlights as a poor Barista and Blog writer.
Please keep in mind, my opinions are my own, and you should follow them to the letter.
Have a phenomenal day, you Space Aces.


Yours with a bushy bushy blond hairdo*,
Andy





*Which also means Stay Awesome

Short update. Reports of my death greatly exaggerated.

It's been too long, my disciples of funk.
I missed you too, but before we get all weepy, let me tell you about my yesterday:

I did absolutely NOTHING.
It was glorious. But towards the end, I was getting a bit cabin feverish.
What did nothing entail?
Movies. Lots of them.
Here's the list:

Starting with INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE at the silly hour of 8am.

Slept for a bit, and then popped in LOVE ACTUALLY. I might have cried at the end. I can't remember.

Then came ELECTRA. Oh red corsets, you never stop making sense. And neither do comic book movies. No matter how silly. And that one guy from Precsilla Queen of the Desert was in it as a blind master of using pool cues as weapons. I kept asking the TV "Oh Felicia, where the fuck are we?" whenever he appeared.

I was then in need of some British fare, so I had Danny( the new roommate) put in ABOUT A BOY because I was too lazy to get up from the couch.

As if I hadn't seen enough Hugh Grant, I immediately had to watch MUSIC & LYRICS to see if Whats-her-face had gotten all that orange shit off her face from all the make up ads she has been doing. Drew Barrymore. That's the one.

After I had wondered why I watched that movie, I wanted to see OFFICE SPACE since I hadn't seen it in a while.

I ended the day with THE STEPFORD WIVES. Why? I like robot women and Ferris Buehler.
And Christopher Walken. These are things I like.

Then I slept the sleep of the just and true. Only to wake up and almost be late for work at 7am because my bike lock was frozen. Dick move, Mother Nature.

What did you do yesterday? I don't care.

In other recent news, I went to Indianapolis a couple weeks ago to help the Dorch Gang move into their new digs in Irvington. A much better neighborhood than 38th & Pennsylvania, where shootings were every 20 minutes or something.
I helped Lindsay move out of the 3rd floor.
Svet, Jen & Lisa/James/Pants out of the 2nd.
Jenny & Hammam hired pro movers, so they are dead to me as I earned no brownie points from them.
Thankfully, they are only living about three or so blocks away, so the big family stays together.
The heavy lifting, I could have done without, but seeing them all so excited to be in a nice new place that is much safer and has huge potential as being the best place ever makes me happy.

I took The MegaBus there again.
I had a so so time with that, so I will give them another try at the end of the Month when I go for 'Orphan Thanksgiving'

I may get all decadent and try to fly in to Chicago via Southwest and the $69 one way thing they have. But then Megabus it from there to Indy. I would need some help navigating the trains I would need to use from my chicagoan peeps.


I have been kept busy for the last 7 hours with "people" wanting 'Coffee Drinks"
I thought I would have more to tell you, but I thought wrong.
We are getting Interweb at the Mansion today, so if I have more to say, I will do it on crispy new interweb alpha rays.

Your Mom Stays Awesome.

Andy