Atomictumor

So this weekend the mighty city of K-town is throwing “the largest ska festival in the nation” down at the old city.

I’m planning on representing.  Now, I’m not big on the ska, myself, but Nodbob, well, thats another issue.  Which brings up many conversations in his Mustang, where ska plays preeety much non-stop.

AT: “Dude, you know this music all sounds like exactly the same, right”

Nodbob: “Hippy”

And so it goes.

But this weekend, well, ol’ Nodbob’s going to make the long and ardous journey from Atlanta to the Ridge, where we’re going to spend the weekend partaking of 30 or so ska bands, and probably a lot of beer.  MastaG and maaaaybe Pigpen are going to be joining us, along with the ladyfriend and whoever else shows up.  Bos has expressed an interest in getting his skanking on.

Ah, skanking.  I must confess, I’ve never been able to pull off a sucessful skankin’.   That needs to be rectified, so I did some internetting, and came across a user guide.

So, we’re all learned.  Now all I have do is find me some plaid pants, or maybe a black jacket and tie.  The ubitiqous Bonnaroo hat will have to do for the headware, tho…

Bask in the glory.  55 mighty gallons of water, all protected by Iron Man and bubbles coming out of the eyes of skulls.

Oh hell yes, its AT’s new fishtank, and the culmination of my fishtank aspirations.  Simply because anything bigger would be, well, damn expensive.

The cost of this bad boy was offset a bit by that Franklin that MastaG conned Papaw out of, so he paid for a good chunk of it.  Setting it up, well, it was a busy day.

First, I had to work, as is my usual wage slavey wont.  After work, off to Realtorchick’s house to pick up MastaG, where he gets off the bus, on account of if he rides the bus here its like a 50 minute ride, and I wouldn’t want to wish 50 minutes on a 100 degree middle school bus on a dog.  I swung by there, he was working on homework with RC’s kid (can’t remember his super awesome internet name).  I fell asleep to a Pearl Jam concert on the TV (what normally happens to me when I hear Pearl Jam), woke up, went to pick up Pigpen from Eave’s house (I have kids scattered all over this town, lemme tell ya), swung back, got G, and then busted ass out to the east of Knoxville to acquire MastaG’s mighty trombone.

Lemme tell ya, that was an ordeal.  I can’t say I was unprepared for the rush hour traffic, both on the road, and in the unairconditioned music store, but it still had me grinding my teeth.  Still, moods were light (as has been my light-mooded wont lately), and we got the thing.

MastaG’s comment: “What the heck have they been DOING to this thing?  Couldn’t you have gotten me a NEW one?”

My reply: “whack”

So, busted back home, where I had to be on account of my ladyfriend, who happens to be the manager down at the pet store that sold me the fishtank (woot, got a connected ladyfriend), was expecting a tasty filled dinner in exchange for setting the tank up.  And lemme tell ya, she did a damn fine job.  That tank is wicked awesome.

In my defense, dinner was nice too.  There was one weird moment where Pigpen and MastaG decided that they would be Daddy and Pigpen, respectively, looked at me, asked who I was (I decided to be Pootytater, our catfish), and then turned their glance at Ladyfriend.

Pigpen started saying “And you can be M…”, but she jumped in and said “Mailman!  I can be the mailman!”

Whew.  That was almost awkward…

Crisis averted.

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What?  Why are you all looking at me that way?  Is it the fishtank?

I’ve been watching quite of bit of Flight of the Conchords.

Its like a Tenacious D thats actually funny, instead of loud and irritating. A New Zealand, lower key, talented, hilarious, horribly booked music duo.

You’d figure I have more to say about it.

I’ll just cheat with more YouTubage.

Tape of love, baby.

I’ve decided it’s time for me to quit dithering about grad school and start moving. You know, get off the toilet, so to speak.

I’m going to take the bonus that Knox Co gave some of its employees, pay the GRE registration fee and I’ve already bought a study guide. Yesterday morning I got up early and took the diagnostic test which didn’t reveal any surprises. It confirmed that I’m fairly solid where the verbal parts are concerned, but weak in quantitative section.

Then I’m hoping to enroll in U.T.K.’s Info Science program next fall. One class at a time, though a small start, is more than what I’m doing now.

I finally fixed the dryer yesterday. Turns out that a broken, $11, fuse was the culprit. Once that was replaced the machine heated right up.

Woot!

I want a pancake
Except I live in Oak Ridge
No good ones for sale

Don’t feel like cooking
The kitchen is still so clean
Hate to ruin it

Where is the IHOP?
Where is the Cracker Barrel?
No pancakes for me.

But wait! Theres a place!
She said “Jefferson Drug Store”
“Has damn good pancakes”

Sounds like a plan, man
Except this is still Oak Ridge
So they’re closed Sunday.

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Its been a good week
I don’t know what I’m doing
But I’m used to that