Dookie!

So, I got a set of Scat Mats last night. Now I just need 20 Japanese school girls and a truckload of live eels.

What? You guys don’t know about scat porn?

Nevermind.

Anyway, the Scat Mat is this little (and by little I mean big) plastic mat with wires embedded in it that is used to keep the Sonja off the Leather Couch. Says it right on the box. It uses a capacitor to build up a charge on the wires and then if anything touches one they get a shock that feels just like getting touched by someone all charged up with static. There’s an audible snap too, which is cool. I think it also has a motion sensor because I dropped a non-conductor (blanket) on it and it went off. Pretty sweet. I tested it on myself a few dozen times last night because I’m stupid. I was trying to see if I could convince myself to hold my hand still after it went off instead of jumping back and spinning around in a circle laughing. (Man, I hope my neighbors weren’t watching last night). It’s pretty hard to do. Pretty good deterrent in my opinion.

It may seem like I have an obsession with electrical devices used to fry my dog but I find that it takes a certain amount of voltage to get through to her. About 25kv actually. Cruel? I don’t think so. When I was 12 Michelle Jones dared me to grab the electric fence in her back yard and I swear to God I’ve never even considered grabbing another electric fence since then. In fact, sometimes I pee myself when I see one. Very good training aid.

Yea, so get you some Scat Mats if you have a large black dog and an expensive leather couch and would prefer that never the twain shall meet.

Oh, and on a seperate note: If you see a guy laying in the grass with nothing on but a sombrero tonight do me a favor and make me a grilled cheese sandwich. Thanks.

Pox?

I don’t really remember laying in the grass this past weekend, but I won’t say I didn’t. That is the sort of thing I am wont to do.
In any case, that’s the only reason I can come up with for all these itchy little bumps on my arms. Man, they suck!

Flush

I don’t usually post lyrics like Courtney does, but man, this one’s got me and maybe if I dump it I can listen to something else for a few minutes. This song completely kicks ass.

Interpol – Narc
Touch your thighs, I’m the lonely one
Remember that lass, because that was the right one
Oh, all your mysteries are moving in the sun
And show some love and respect
Wanna get some love and respect
Baby you can see that the gazing eye won’t lie
Don’t give up your lover tonight
Cause it’s just you, me and this fire, alright
Let’s tend to the engine tonight

Oh

She found a lonely sound
She keeps on waiting for time out there
Oh love, can you love me babe
Love, is this loving babe
Is time turning around

Feast your eyes, I’m the only one
Control me, console me
Cause that’s just how it should be done
Oh, all your history’s like fire from a busted gun
Now show some love and respect
Don’t wanna get a life of regret

But baby you can see that the gazing eye won’t lie
Don’t give up your lover tonight

She found a lonely sound
She keeps on waiting for time out there
Oh love, can you love me babe
Love, is this loving babe
Is time turning around

He slips into the bedroom
And you know he misses alright
Old names, we’ll make sweet
Will sustain us through the night
Inside my bedroom baby
Touch me, oh tonight
Promises, we’ll make some
Will reveal our sense of right

You should be in my space
You should be in my life
You should be in my space
You should be in my life
You could be in my space

Tongue Tied

It’s been such a completely crazy few weeks that I wouldn’t even know where to begin, and thus, I won’t.
Instead I will end.

Last night Jonathan and I went to see Muse at the Uptown Theater. They put on a hell of a show accented with all kinds of cool live light effects and wrapped the whole thing up with a complete instrument smash up the likes of which I’ve never seen. If a photog managed to get a shot of the bass guitar flying through the air at about 10 feet before smashing into the drum set I’d pay good money to hang it on my wall.

The night before that was Keaton’s birthday party which was at my place. The party was supposed to be poker themed but I think the real theme of the night was vomit; cause there was way more of that than poker going on. Surprisingly enough I managed to keep it all down but I did pass out rather early and missed a large part of the party. Mission accomplished though. Keaton has a nasty tendency to not drink at my parties so I cut him off at the pass with a large bottle of Jaeger which we quickly drained. We had a little help with that, but not a LOT of help. Courtney had a lot more to say about it.

Man, there is a lot more but I’m not gonna talk about it for now.