Somebody painted over paint-painted wood.

Okay, I am really shitty at this. I need to try blogging a bit...regularly I guess.
Since April I've gotten really drunk, embarassed myself at least two or three times, once unforgettably, went to Calgary for the Sled Island festival, met Spiral Stairs (HOLY SHIT) and Kevin Drew, slept in my car, read some books, was in a show at the 2008 Edmonton Fringe called Green Eggs and Kerouac that was written by a good friend and did really well, got paid (but not laid), karaoke'd the faces off of all those around me, bought a $5 jean jacket that somehow doesn't make me feel stupid, went to Calgary a few more times, and read Perfect From Now On by John Sellers which was so good I decided to blog again. Oh, and I still work at a liquor store.

Perfect From Now On was a really great read about a man's journey from loving Journey and hating Bob Dylan (sad) to Loving awesome bands like Pavement and Guided by Voices and disliking Bob Dylan (pretty awesome, except that Dylan is great, you fool.) The subtitle is How Indie Rock Saved My Life, and I think that's pretty accurate. The book has given me a reason to try listening to the Smiths again, even though I'm sure I can't get into them.

It's 8:40 and I am going to clean my shower curtain.