Daylight Savings Strikes Again!

I suggest each and every one of you contact your senator and inform him of the evils of this Global-Warming-causing menace!


ADDENDUM: Turns out this was written by a lawyer...go figure... Thankfully, it was written as satire. This is good news because if someone was really that stupid, how could they have enough brain power to learn how to write?

The Final Countdown

Sorry I haven't posted much on here lately. The final steps of planning and peparing for the wedding, recepton, and honeymoon are taking every bit of my time and energy. My advice for anyone planning a wedding and/or reception: elope mofos!

Hope everyone is swell.

Happy High Holiday!

Happy April 20th, folks Enjoy!

Morons

On yet another unseasonably cold day here in the NYC, I swear if I hear one more moron say "so much for global warming" I am going to punch them in the kisser, kick them in the keister, and violently fart in their general direction!

Damned Popularity

I hate it when a band gets so damned popular that old-school fans have a hard time getting tickets to see them...seriously, if a band is expected to sell out a concert in a matter of minutes, there should be some sort of process where longer-standing fans get first dibs.

Wilco will be bringing their rock to the NYC in June...and I won't get to see them! Tickets went on sale last Friday at noon and were gone in a flash. I was really looking forward to hearing songs from the amazing new album "Sky Blue Sky" in a live setting.

And to rub kerosene in the gaping wound, here's recent footage of Wilco in Australia playing one of the enw tunes...it sounds SO great!

Placing the Blame

While in some ways it is heartening to see the media focusing on real news rather than this whole Imus fiasco (sidenote: this guy has been a total asshole for at least 30 years--that is his bit--why crack down on him now?) or who's swimmers won the competition to enter Anna Nicole's over-saturated egg, I am saddened to the core of my dark, cold heart about this Virginia Tech shooting. That's about all I will give credit to the media for, though... Instead of reporting on the facts of this tragedy, the media is stuck in the gray area of trying to find "answers" in regard to what motivated this kid to go all cold-blooded psycho. As usual, all of these answers are complete bullshit. I just saw that that asshole Dr. Phil is trying to blame video games. Or maybe it's El Nino...or stress...or whatever. A good buddy, Dustin Glick, creator of a great online comic called Dustinland chimed in this morning with commentary on this very subject:


Dustin's comics are great. To check out more Dustinlands (and also, the more abstract, but so friggin funny Birdy), check out dustinland.com.

My heart and thoughts go out to those affected by the events that went down in Blacksburg, Va.

RSVP Suckas!

Hey Folks, just a reminder: get your RSVPs in for the reception of the century. (Please note, we've been hearing from people who have had emails bounce back...but those folks must be bad at reading because they were trying to email it to ChrisMarnie@yahoo). The RSVP address is rsvpChrisMarnie@yahoo.com...

The Bitter and the Sweet

Sorry it's been a while since I've hollered at you...this planning for the nuptials-tying business sure is time consuming...and exhausting. The past couple of weeks I've been jagged out, feeling that my to-do list far exceeds the constraints of my free time...French Polynesia, where are you, baby?

Although I was billing Good Friday as Great Friday because I had the day off of work, I did hear some news that shook my heart and soul to is foundation. The greatest rock band in the world—The Drive-By Truckers—announced that they have parted ways with Jason Isbell. Isbell was a driving force on 2/3 of that band's killer triumverate of albums—he even wrote the title tune to "Decoration Day" shortly after joining the band. In addition to penning some of the most "radio ready" tunes of the group's three songwriters, his lead-guitar skills and harmonies will be sorely missed.

I have to say that I was really upset about this for a few days. It was constantly at the forefront of my thoughts. It was like a couple that I was really close to had broken up. Fortunately, with this situation, I won't have to choose what side I still want to associate with. In a statement, DBT has said that it will co-opt long-time contributor John Neff into its lineup. And for Isbell, I'll be seeing him and his band open up for Son Volt next week.

Even though I will sorely miss seeing Isbell stage right at the DBT Rock Show, it's wonderful that he has an opportunity to share more than two or three tunes per album with my hearing ears. He's got a knack for writing literate yet catchy-as-shit tunes. Check out his myspace page (myspace.com/jasonisbell music) for the best tune about this sandblasted mess over in Iraq that I've heard. It will be on his solo album, "Sirens in the Ditch," which is set to launch in July.

A Question:

Do you think my dog has a drinking problem?

In Lieu of Strippers...

Man, did I ever have a blast at my bachelor party! Steve and my pops orchestrated a great night of beer, pool, (sometimes ) great tunes, good grub, and group prayers that the roof of the North Bend Hotel would hold. The crew was a mix of old-time friends, relatives, and "them from New York." I couldn't have asked for better company to celebrate this momentous occassion. Thanks to everyone who had anything to do with the night.



Phyllis' fantastic North Bend Hotel













Donny Thorsten brought me a li'l something for this tetter-related thing I've been suffering from...and it came wrapped in quite a package. Hubba Hubba.













The Colonel kicks some elusive Iha arse on the green table.














Thanks for the hat, Milty!














I came here to do two things: drink some beer and kick some ass...just about out of beer...














This is what an actual brainstorm looks like.














Fuck you Toby Keith (and Brother Keith for playing him)!














"I was drunk the day my Mom got out of prison and I went to pick her up in the rain/When I got to the station in my pickup truck, she got run over by a damned old train"









One of them from New York...














I love this bar!















A sunny morning at the Four Seasons.









Uncle Milty's Favorite Quotes:

"Which is the allergic one?" Pa

"Are you one of them from New York?" Second Bartender

"Have you ever been so far from anywhere before" Elusive Iha

"Hey Chris, you look like that caveman from the Geico commercial" Pa

*20 minutes after the fact during a lull in the conversation: "So easy a caveman could do it." Doc

"Usually I wait at least a half hour before I get the munchies" Gary

What're You Looking At?

A Fond Farewell to 266 Pres.

The bachelor pad Steve and I shared for six or so years has served us well. As Steve makes the transition to official shacked up staus, thus relinquishing any claims to the term bachelor (as well as my impending weddin' bells), it was time to say goodbye with a happening shindig. We had quite a showing:





Mr. and Mrs. Scheiner were there.












Hey Nikki, what's that smell?













So was Johnny B.













Rev. Heather and Trixie were there too. Now there's a Good Lookin' couple!














Speaking of Good Lookin couples, check this one out!













And, hey, Steve and I weren't the only celbrities at this joint. Check out who else
was there. Yup, that's right, that's just how the Colonel rolls!












The highlight of the night for me was showing up early and chilling one last time in the living room with Steve, spinning some records and some yarns, too. We recalled one evening, early into our second year living there when he and I were just soaking in the 70s porno essence and it all just magically fell into place. The apartment was the perfect combination of period piece and funky dude-pad and it had finally really clicked that this cool-assed place was home. This was home. And we couldn't have been happier about it. The apartment went on to have many more amazing moments in it. Including some great nights with the reasons we aren't bachelors in that pad any more. My memories of that place are a virtual life-in-NYC passing before me. I'll miss that place and the feeling it gave me.





See ya, 266...