It's Fun To Punch Guys Named Coco

This really should get some sort of "photo of the year" award or something like that.
Tampa Bay Rays pitcher James Shields, right, takes a swing at Boston Red Sox's Coco Crisp after Crisp was hit by a pitch and charged the mound in the second inning of a baseball game, Thursday, June 5, 2008, in Boston. (AP Photo/Michael Dwyer)
From: http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/slideshow/photo//080605/483/0b6192aaf2f641ea8be0cd20ee0879ca/

WRX-n-Effect*

So after work today I am picking up a car. My car. The significance of that italicized "My"? Well I haven't had a car to call my own since I got rid of my 1992 Geo Prism back in 1996. The only cars I have driven sine then have been random rentals (I'd say two or three a year) and my parents' when visiting. But now I'm an owner of a new car. New to me anyway. It's a 2003 Subaru Impreza WRX. It's an obnoxious yellow so it will be like driving a school bus. But smaller. And with turbo.

I'll post some photos at some point (if I don't wrap myself around a telephone pole first).

*Yes, that is a reference to Rump Shaker. What of it?

Saturday Check-In

Again with the posting slackeritis. I'm horrible at this. Whatever I guess. Not much to report. Life isn't all that exciting these days.

I guess there were a few activities of note in the last week or so to mention. Those would be an outing to see Local H at Roc Bar, me running a 10K (this is me), a wedding and a Ribfest.

Local H is getting older (like me) but still bring the rock pretty damn hard. You can't beat the amount of noise they generate, especially being just two guys. It's impressive. I bought their newest album at the show and the guy selling the merchandise was none other than Scott, the singer. His music straight to my ears and my money straight into his pocket. No middlemen necessary!

The 10K was pretty OK. I mean, running isn't really that fun, but as far as running a 10K goes I guess it went well. It was lightly raining but other than that no complaints. I finished right around my goal, beat one of my co-workers and I didn't even feel too shitty the days following.

The wedding was a co-worker's in Pennsylvania. Sort of last second style, definitely D list, but food and drink and people making asses of themselves on the dance floor is always OK no matter what list you're on. I have to say the wedding scene is a little strange for me as mine didn't really work out so well. This whole separation has made me more cynical than ever. And that sort of makes me nuts inside.

The Ribfest is an annual thing in The Cleve. And I know why. Those ribs are tasty as hell. It's not the cheapest way to stuff your face on a sunny Sunday, but sometimes spending money is worth it. Especially when ribs and rubs and sauces spend some time in the smoker and/or over coals. Delicious.

That's all for now. I'm going to go browse some cars in a used car lot up the road to see if they've got anything for me or if it will least strike up some inspiration for something motorized.

Here's A Kick In The Nuts To Go Along With Your Inevitable Delay

$15 for a checked bag? Are you kidding me?: American To Charge For 1st Checked Bag

See Dees

Since a question was asked in the comments of my last post and since I like to be "interactive" here at Stinktown I guess I should answer. The CDs I ordered from the wacky CD Baby are:

CD #1: Jimmie's Chicken Shack - Fail On Cue

CD #2: Suicide City - Not My Year

Also, it should be mentioned that I acquired two others this past week that were not ordered from CD Baby:

CD #3: mc chris - mc chris is dead (purchased direct from mcchris.com)

CD#4: Vietnam Werewolf - Ohio's City (purchased at a live show)

Yeah, it's all over the place, but it should at least keep my ears busy for awhile.

Shipping The Way It Was Meant To Be

I ordered a couple of CDs online yesterday. The confirmation e-mail that my CDs had been shipped was way better than what most companies send:

Your CDs have been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with sterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow.

A team of 50 employees inspected your CDs and polished them to make sure they were in the best possible condition before mailing.

Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over the crowd as he put your CDs into the finest gold-lined box that money can buy.

We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of Portland waved "Bon Voyage!" to your package, on its way to you, in our private CD Baby jet on this day, Monday, May 19th.

I hope you had a wonderful time shopping at CD Baby. We sure did. Your picture is on our wall as "Customer of the Year." We're all exhausted but can't wait for you to come back to CDBABY.COM!!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Sigh...

--
Derek Sivers, president, CD Baby
the little store with the best new independent music
http://cdbaby.com cdbaby@cdbaby.com (503)595-3000

Get Those Legs Working

Tomorrow is Bike-To-Work Day so get your fat ass out of your car habit and plop that ass on a bike seat and pedal. It's fun. And it's good for you. And you won't be bitching about gas being $4 a gallon.

More info here.

Seriously, do it.