Beware the blog!

No longer just an alternative for naughty words (I had been getting sick of "smurf"). It is now a relevant action to add to my vocabulary. I like many other slaves to the internet, have decided to write words for the viewing pleasure of others.

And what an unmomentous day to begin. It's Thursday....yup, Thursday. As far as I can tell from my cubicle to the window across the room, it's a beautiful day. As I type, I sincerely hope that people are outside playing outsidey games. In my youth, they were jailbreak and execution. I'm sure the increasingly sensitive social workers of this fine state take less kindly to large bruises on childrens' backs caused by "tennis balls" so who even knows if execution is a popular game anymore. But as long as some kid in some schoolyard is being assailed by some sports equipment, consider it a day not wasted. I'm so jealous.

I recently had a wonderful weekend full of moving many heavy things:

Saturday was spent moving Sean into his apartment during a dismal rainy day. His new hovel is quite the fixer-upper (more like tearer-downer). Luckily for us, the previous tennant left two bottles of Hogaarden in the fridge and a large piece of Antarctica in the freezer. After we were thoroughly moved, Liam came just in time to christen the bathroom with his pee-pee. Thanks for the help, Liam.
Fortunately for me, I got to sit and relax that evening over a Papa John's grease-pie, a glass of a terrible bordeaux, and a scratched DVD of "Dear Frankie", compliments of my cool friend/neighbors. From what I gathered in the scattered pixels, a deaf Scottish boy's mother has to hire a fake dad (played by the Phantom of the Opera) because the fictional letters she'd been forging placed the boy's estranged father on an obscure ship which was coincedentally coming to port that weekend. Fortunately, the hiree (played by Wes Craven's Dracula) turned out to be a cool dude with the hots for his mom. I recommend getting the scratched version as it makes your wife much more entertaining!

Sunday was the fiesta and DeProfundis was to entertain! This means moving sound equipment, drum kits, light fixtures and of course boxes of bug-ridden cookbooks to the back of a dank garage. We were certainly the sweatiest group to play that day. As the sound of our band was swallowed up by the fresh air, I was told that we played quite well. Apparently some neighbors with the police on speed-dial were not as fond of our music. Four words for the po-po: sound permits, suck it! After a grueling equipment strike (whilst the rest of the party either ditched or enjoyed beer pong), we had the next day of hauling 200-pound amps to look forward to.

Monday was our Boiler Room gig. Over 50 kids showed up and 5 or 6 of them almost came inside to hear us play! Dickheads. I am very grateful to our good friends and loyal fans who left after our set out of principle. You know who you are and you are cool. We played our asses off and I thought we rocked!
This being the third day of lifting heavy things, you'd think my back would be more than a little sore. And it certainly was up to the point it was roundhoused right in the meat of it by a 6'7'' Connecticut hardcore kid who was moshing it up to Wrench in the Works' last song (and rightfully so). I don't know why but once I regained my ability to breath, my back felt great! I felt like Stephen Chow at the end of Kung Fu Hustle (spoiler warning!) when the Beast pounds him neckfirst into the dirt only to re-align his chi!
Oh yeah, Liz beat the crap out of me (literally by hole 6) at miniature golf that afternoon. I have no excuses; she is the superior putter.

I take my cue from Liam to grace you guys with cool movies. To kick things off, here is an awesome video of Bobbie McFerrin (yes, the "Don't Worry Be Hapy" guy). Forget his one hit. This man has perfect pitch, a four octave+ singing range, and supernatural vocal skills. Check it!