I can think of nothing else but the relentless buzzing in my ears thanks to the incredible Fishbone show last night. I tried to find a video that approximated what it was like seeing them live, and how wild the crowd was, but I’m not sure that’s possible to capture on film. Also they all sounded like crap. But perhaps that’s because I have hearing damage.

Pretty sure I’ve been lured into a cult. They get drunk while the sun is up and yell at the TV.  They all have amazing accents and are ridiculously polite. There is also fried cheese and tiny children wearing jerseys.

It’s been a great day of visiting some of my fav people and delivering baked goods.  And you can’t beat getting to bake and not having to eat it, although I may be the only person who feels that way.

Born November 9th, just like his Dad predicted. Gave us quite a scare but is here and safe and AWESOME.

My brain is every where today. Worrying, doubting, your basics.  Being an irrationaly annoyance!  Calm down brain! 

The rage I feel at people fucking up my plans for Thanksgiving next week is centered mostly on now not having time to do as much of the cooking.  Am I getting too used to people influencing my life in negative ways because they are lazy morons?  Or am I just becoming domestic?

There’s nothing quite like that first day back from vacation. Broke, bloated from crappy road trip food, and not getting to wander around with my HSD all day. Who’s idea was this?!

Oh IB, I love you.

Tonight we camp out in San Diego, in a hotel far superior to the one in LA.  I mean, this one gave us warm cookies instead of ear plugs, plus it has a balcony, not to mention being in one of my favorite places. Win win win.

“If you left it up to me every day would be a holiday from real.”

This is Jack’s Mannequin and Something Corporate. On stage together singing the end of La La Lie. After a mini So Co reunion of Konstantine and Hurricane during the encore of a Jack’s show.

We are so damn spoiled to have seen this last night. And no Jack’s again tonight.