Dad just said something that I think is pretty great.

"Moshing before political candidates anytime!"

I am proud to call myself his son.

So I get home today. It's really nice out, so I'm sitting outside, eating ice cream, normal spring-type things.

When this woman comes jogging down my street, wearing long spandex and a look that looks like she's willing to punch anyone that looks at her through one side of their face.

My neighbours have a dog. It barks at random passerby, but due to the electric fence, he can't leave their lawn.

Apparently said spandex-lady did not know this.

She jogs down, sees the dog barking, and immediately yells at our neighbour,

"Please call your dog!"

To which our neighbour cleverly and honestly responds,

"I can't. He won't come if I call him."

So the dog-woman finds it appropriate to repeat her previous exclamation/order. And my neighbour responds the same way.

So she jogs back up the street.

And, unfortunately, comes back down, shouting her now-signature battle cry.

When my neighbour refuses her service once more, she blurts this,

"If you do not call your dog off, I will call the Sheriff's department!"

My neighbour has a few more clever one-liners in her bag of tricks, so she retaliates,

"Go ahead. It's my property, and he can do whatever he wants on it!"

Silence.

Followed by another triumphant round of,

"Please call your dog!"

After which the spandex-loving dog-woman jogs back up the street.

This is the part where I swallowed half of my ice cream laughing. My sister got concerned.

But only for a second.

I don't have time for an actual thought out entry, so here's a crap one!

Sanjaya might get voted off American Idol.

I have a meet tomorrow.

The End.

How fun.

I have a 94 motherf*ckin' average.

Heck yesss!

That was meant to look like Napoleon Dynamite.

Hopefully it did.

Track meet tomorrow. I'm pretty sure that I'm still not allowed to compete due to lack of practices.

Coach is making me go anyway.

It's 2 hours away.

I hope it gets cancelled.

It'll probably be raining. It'll be kind of retarded.

Also, Enter Shikari. If you have not heard of these kids, please do. They're very talented.

My fingers are shaking, so it might be a little hard to shake. Don't shoot me. If I were to die, I would slap myself in the forehead!

Because if I was not alive, then I would miss this...

Apparently, when I was gone,

Those crazy blokes, the Nekromantix, have come out with a new album!

"Life Is a Grave & I Dig it!" was released five full days ago.

And I really had no idea!

So I'm going to buy it.

Here's a review that I stole off of the Hellcat website:

Nekromantix "Life is a Grave and I Dig it" 2007 Hellcat Records - Back from a brief reprieve in the concealing ether, Nekromantix return with their third Hellcat release, "Life is a Grave and I Dig it". Upon the first glance of the hovering disembodied heads and the coffin-shaped logo one can’t but anticipate the 50's style horror shock waiting to burst out. Originally formed in Copenhagen, Denmark way back in 1998 and relocated to the black heart of Los Angeles, California, the reigning ghouls of psychobilly have once again emerged from their collective coffins to deliver 13 tracks of soul stirringly eerie rock and roll. "Life is a Grave and I Dig it" was well rehearsed before recording and captured with few retakes. Because of the recording style, the live quality and urgency of the CD shines through and helps to reveal the essence of a Nekro performance. Fans past and present ought to be able to appreciate that even through a myriad of releases Nekromantix remain fresh, (like a freshly dug grave) while staying true to form. For those out there who may be new to psychobilly, Think Stray Cats join up with The Misfits to form an inhuman all corpse super group (but oddly in this case a three piece super group). For those of you who are already familiar, "Life is a Grave and I Dig it" does not disappoint. Favorite tracks include: Track 3 - the title track, Track 5 – Rot in Hell and Track 12 – Panic at the Morgue. From here to the afterlife, Nekromantix full on rock!




...Bitch.

SAN FRANCISCO - A 1999 metallic gray Volkswagen Golf believed to once belong to the pope went up for sale on eBay, but the auction ended Saturday without a winner.

For the second time in two years, eBay hosted an auction for a car said to be Pope Benedict XVI's old hatchback. Though bids surpassed $204,000, a reserve price wasn't met.

The car's owner, a Texas-based online casino, GoldenPalace.com, bought the car in 2005 on eBay from a German man. The casino had posted two German automobile registration documents that list "Josef Kardinal Ratzinger" as the vehicle's previous owner.

A spokeswoman for eBay, Catherine Fisher, said she did not know what the seller's minimum price was. A message left with GoldenPalace.com was not immediately returned Saturday evening.

The online auction site said it had verified the car was owned by Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger before he ascended to the papacy. The seller said it would give 40 percent of the proceeds of the sale to charity.

What? The pope can drive? The pope is allowed to drive?

So what if you own the pope's car. He still thinks rock is the work of El Diablo.

I liked the old fat, short, eating-obsessd, smoking pope a lot better.

I have not one, but TWO! things to say.

Okay. Maybe five or so.

Number one! It's snowing in the town that I'd really enjoy calling my home. It's the beginning of April. Some of my mates are going snowboarding this weekend. It's spring break. And people are still skiing. I really think that that's great. Fight the power!

Number two! I have finally decided to put a single song player up instead of a multi. What this says about me is this; The Big Contact player is ticking me off. Also, now if you want to hear music, click the play button.

Number three! My camera is still not working! And the cord is stuck underneath the processor! Yeah! Awesome!

Number four! I have very important news as to my whereabouts. For the next ten days, I will be on another continent. I'm going to Europe. To visit family.

The excitement here is really, really, huge.

And I want to leave now.

So that was only four. And that's okay. The number five isn't memorable anyway.