I attended the multi-band, skateboard/bmx/motocross fest Warped Tour in St. Paul a couple weeks ago… yeah, yeah, I’m way slow with updates these days—work, school, blah blah blah. Anyway. I had a lot of fun despite not seeing Bad Religion because of the massive flash-flood rainstorm and having missed most of Thursday because the tour started early and they were only letting in about 30 people at a time. Not about to let civility and common decency get in the way, I cut ahead of several hundred people and managed to catch the last three songs. Then to avoid passing out from heat exhaustion (it was well over 90 degrees and disgustingly humid) I salvaged a filthy, stinking rag from the pit after The Casualties, wet it down in a muddy puddle, and wrapped the dripping mess around my head. Later, starved but hardly willing to pay five bucks for a cup of fries, I picked discarded food off the ground and ate it. Ahhhhhhhh Warped Tour, the punkest day of the year. Or something. I took some pictures, most of which sucked, but then my (reusable) camera got wet in the downpour which created all sorts of bizarre and neat effects, like this dork-but-wild one of me. In addition to dehydration then severe chills from the storm, I underwent my annual sunburn-finally-turned golden tan—now I look like a real, live, human being. Yay. Sort of.
Right now I’m on three non-consecutive hours of sleep, so if this update’s disappointing, unprofessional, and hardly worthy of “news” and all that is deepsicks, well… get over it. There may or may not be a small addition to the site soon, as there may or may not be actual, legitimate, and interesting < gasp! > book news. It all depends on… stuff. And stuff.
Some hippies in a Winnebago flashed me the peace sign as I trailed ‘em on 35W today… I wanted to pull them over and force them to take me hostage. I envy… no, admire… no, envy. Movement.
Sparta’s “Wiretap Scars” goes on sale the 13th. Get it. < end transmission >
