Seven 9s and 10s

Beside You - Toadies

Track:
Beside You

Artist:
Toadies

Album:
Play.Rock.Music.

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Toadies - Beside You

Best song on shuffle this morning.

The recent albums from Toadies haven’t quite met my expectations. That’s always a hard thing to come to grips with from one of your favorite bands. The newest songs have, at times, sounded like Toadies playing Toadies tribute songs - like a band trying so hard to recapture the sound that made them famous that the songs end up sounding formulaic and uninspired.

This song is one of the few in which I think they actually pull it off and don’t suffer any negative side-effects.

Also, this is great angry guitar tone. Also also, I’m a sucker for good fuzzed-out bass. Also Also Also, Vaden Todd Lewis… that motherfucker still has a voice that could cut through granite.

High-res Favorite (Active) Bands That I’ve Never Seen Live (as of 6/12/2013) Queens of the Stone Age The Cardigans Radiohead Presidents of the USA The Rentals Junip Pinback AC/DC Nerf Herder The Darkness Tool Soundgarden Guns N’ Roses (waiting for the never-gonna-happen reuinion tour)

Favorite (Active) Bands That I’ve Never Seen Live (as of 6/12/2013)

  • Queens of the Stone Age
  • The Cardigans
  • Radiohead
  • Presidents of the USA
  • The Rentals
  • Junip
  • Pinback
  • AC/DC
  • Nerf Herder
  • The Darkness
  • Tool
  • Soundgarden
  • Guns N’ Roses (waiting for the never-gonna-happen reuinion tour)

“There’s nothing more rewarding than seeing a child speak so proudly about their cow.”

Monroe County Dairy Princess, Sarah Rene, 19, said the fair is the highlight of her summer.


—-That sentence nearly killed me last night as I was attempting to beat insomnia at 1am by reading local news on my phone in bed. I was lying on my back while holding the phone above my head and that sentence caused me to laugh so hard that I choked on my own saliva and tongue, erupting into an enormous coughing fit that persisted for several minutes. On the bright side, I expelled enough energy while coughing that I fell asleep almost immediately after recovering the ability to breathe.

High-res GPOYW I was jus chillen in the hatch of my Outback, playing bass before band practice, when Barn Cat hopped in with me for some pettin’ and lovin’. I don’t know its real name, but it’s always hanging around the barn where we practice. One day it attacked and killed a bird right in front of me and then looked me straight in the eyes as if to say “You see that? I’m a badass motherfucker.” Yes you are, Barn Cat. Yes you are.

GPOYW

I was jus chillen in the hatch of my Outback, playing bass before band practice, when Barn Cat hopped in with me for some pettin’ and lovin’.

I don’t know its real name, but it’s always hanging around the barn where we practice. One day it attacked and killed a bird right in front of me and then looked me straight in the eyes as if to say “You see that? I’m a badass motherfucker.” Yes you are, Barn Cat. Yes you are.

High-res My favorite Slurpee flavor of all time, Grapermelon, was discontinued about 10 years ago. I’ve missed it ever since. Today I stumbled upon this at a local 7-Eleven. It’s possible that they just had the flavor card lying around and they put it out just to trick people into trying a new flavor. Twitter and Google searches returned no evidence of a return of the flavor. I can’t know for sure if this is the real deal; it tasted a bit like the standard Fanta Grape flavor, so I think I maybe I was duped - but it still made my day. Long live the Grapermelon! (at 7-Eleven)

My favorite Slurpee flavor of all time, Grapermelon, was discontinued about 10 years ago. I’ve missed it ever since. Today I stumbled upon this at a local 7-Eleven. It’s possible that they just had the flavor card lying around and they put it out just to trick people into trying a new flavor. Twitter and Google searches returned no evidence of a return of the flavor. I can’t know for sure if this is the real deal; it tasted a bit like the standard Fanta Grape flavor, so I think I maybe I was duped - but it still made my day. Long live the Grapermelon! (at 7-Eleven)

Steve Jobs’ Aquarium

Original story by fuiru:

“One of my favourite Steve Jobs stories was the time the engineers working on the iPod brought their finished prototype to him in his office. He said it was too big, they needed to make it smaller. They said it was as small as they could make it, it couldn’t be made any smaller. So he took the prototype over to his aquarium and dropped it in. The iPod sank to the bottom, and as it did, tiny little bubbles came out. ‘See those bubbles,’ he asked. ‘They’re air inside the iPod. Make it smaller.’

“Another story about Steve Jobs was when they brought the prototype for the iPad 2 to his office. The engineers told him it was faster than the first iPad. He took it over to his aquarium and dropped it in. ‘Look how slowly it sank,’ he told them. ‘Make it faster.’

“One time a newly hired intern had been sent out to get Steve a sandwich. When she brought it to him, he looked at it. ‘I thought I ordered the beef on rye,’ he asked. She told him it was indeed beef on rye. He took it over to his fish tank and dropped it in. ‘Does that look like beef on rye?’

“He was always dropping things in that fish tank. We couldn’t stop him. We told him he had to stop, he wouldn’t listen. It was full of stuff that shouldn’t be in an aquarium.

“The fish had all died years ago. One had been crushed under an early generation iMac. The others were all poisoned. He didn’t care.

“It got to the point where there was no room for anything in the fish tank. When we emptied it after he died, we found a body in there. We never found out who it was.”

High-res trelvix: Don’t Walk “Here’s something,” he says. “What if you were crazy into geo-location and dog poop?” They’d just avoided stepping in a pretty respectable heap-o-turd as far as city poop goes. They’ll walk home well after dark and who wants to track city poop all up in their digs?  He don’t. “Get the coordinates on that dog mud,” he’d told her. “It’ll behoove us to steer clear of the miasma on the way home lest we track city poop all up in our digs and who wants to do that? I don’t.” “I give up,” she replies, reluctantly and with the sort of “Shut up, please,” sigh that most guys wouldn’t miss in a Typhoon. “Maybe start a blog.” He’s thinking aloud. “You would want to roll it out in iterations. You could start with simple GPS coordinates of city poops; maybe add some pictures and time-lapse video,” he says, just throwing it out there.” “Eventually you could take it social.” “Like comments?” she asks. “Because I have a comment…” Comments aren’t social. Shut up. “No,” he tells her. “Let’s say you find a series of turds that bear uncanny resemblances to Civil War battlefields. You could ask your followers to vote on which battle they would most like to see recreated on mountains of dog-butt rope and then whenever a winner floats to the top you paint faces and uniforms on a bunch of wee army men and you just blow that shit up. You could play patriotic music or have various stuffed Abraham Lincolns observing from unusually austere chairs. Pat Robertson could voice-over the whole thing. He’s available. It would be fucking wicked. Ken Burns level. “But with army men climbing piles of dog poo on Madison Avenue and you making war sounds with your mouth?” she asks. Okay. It sounds crazy when she says it. But then most things do. “Exactly,” he tells her. “Could you note the idea and remind me to explore it further after this evening’s events?” “Certainly,” she agrees. “Idiot.” ——- Trelvix Safari: #318. Idiot Dialogues. NYC {…via trelvix-à-go-go - blurry bits of my life through phone pictures… } I’d had this draft saved for months. It was one of the countless posts that he deleted shortly after posting it. I’ve never been a big fan of reading. The best compliment I think I can give to his memory is that I always looked forward to reading his words.

trelvix:

Don’t Walk

“Here’s something,” he says. “What if you were crazy into geo-location and dog poop?”

They’d just avoided stepping in a pretty respectable heap-o-turd as far as city poop goes. They’ll walk home well after dark and who wants to track city poop all up in their digs? 

He don’t.

“Get the coordinates on that dog mud,” he’d told her. “It’ll behoove us to steer clear of the miasma on the way home lest we track city poop all up in our digs and who wants to do that? I don’t.”

“I give up,” she replies, reluctantly and with the sort of “Shut up, please,” sigh that most guys wouldn’t miss in a Typhoon.

“Maybe start a blog.” He’s thinking aloud.

“You would want to roll it out in iterations. You could start with simple GPS coordinates of city poops; maybe add some pictures and time-lapse video,” he says, just throwing it out there.”

“Eventually you could take it social.”

“Like comments?” she asks. “Because I have a comment…”

Comments aren’t social. Shut up.

“No,” he tells her. “Let’s say you find a series of turds that bear uncanny resemblances to Civil War battlefields. You could ask your followers to vote on which battle they would most like to see recreated on mountains of dog-butt rope and then whenever a winner floats to the top you paint faces and uniforms on a bunch of wee army men and you just blow that shit up. You could play patriotic music or have various stuffed Abraham Lincolns observing from unusually austere chairs. Pat Robertson could voice-over the whole thing. He’s available. It would be fucking wicked. Ken Burns level.

“But with army men climbing piles of dog poo on Madison Avenue and you making war sounds with your mouth?” she asks.

Okay. It sounds crazy when she says it. But then most things do.

“Exactly,” he tells her. “Could you note the idea and remind me to explore it further after this evening’s events?”

“Certainly,” she agrees. “Idiot.”

——-

Trelvix Safari: #318. Idiot Dialogues.

NYC

{…via trelvix-à-go-go - blurry bits of my life through phone pictures… }

I’d had this draft saved for months. It was one of the countless posts that he deleted shortly after posting it.

I’ve never been a big fan of reading. The best compliment I think I can give to his memory is that I always looked forward to reading his words.