Happy Birthday Mr. Zhuang!

Normally, we would allow him to do his own post for such an occasion. But he's claiming he's busy for some reason. Giving some excuse about "finals" or other such nonsense. So we're throwing up this half-assed excuse of a post to celebrate, regardless.



Enjoy.

But I Used My Whole Ass!

You know, there's no better way to end a week of mediocre and uninspired musings than with a post that accomplishes both with ease. We had a lazy concert review, a self-indulgent diatribe against a schmuck DJ, and a half-assed ode to television. Clearly, we accomplished a lot.

So what to do in this space? Perhaps I'll bitch about the fact that I can't find a copy of Dead Ringers anywhere in this stupid one-horse hamlet (as opposed to Makeout City, which we all know is a two-horse town). With the closing of American Family Video, we have virtually no independent video-rental places--just Hollywood Video and Blockbuster, both of which lack a centralized system which could tell me of any location that had a copy. Instead, I'm relegated to perhaps taking a trip over to Sid's Video and Furnishings, the shadiest place in town. It literally looks like a sponsor of The Merv Griffin Show. It's going to take a lot of liquid courage to make that journey.

Oh, and I got a haircut. No more 70's porn-producer hairstyle for this fellow. I'm looking spiff...ladies. This makes me totally look professional, and should be quite helpful in my job search. Especially as I send away resumes and the like. Nothing can stop me now!


Whatever. I'm heading up to Port Land tonight to watch Clap Your Hands Say Yeah perform. I would bitch about the fact that it increasingly looks like I'm some sort of mutated hipster (mutated, since I'm fat), but since the recent hipster backlash against CYHSY (i.e. the second album), I'm in the clear. So I'll see for myself if Alec Ounsworth actually does look like Ryan from the Office.