are you holding up my end of the bargain?


question inspired by the lemonheads. good lyric. great to have you back rockin', evan dando.

my song of the moment seems to be by the killers. i kind of hate the killers. maybe not quite hate, but close. you see, i fell head over heels in love with 'mr. brightside' last year and on the heels of that one song plus tons of reviews lauding the arrival of the next best thing in music, i bought the cd and then thought the cd as a whole sucked. a couple good songs here. another there. but as a listening experience, from beginning to end, it left me wanting way, way more. and so i swore off them. i passed the cd off to sarah and didn't really want to hear from them again. but they've done it to me again. their new single, 'when you were young', is amazing. i mean, i love it. i am not sure if it's the song, or the song in combination with the video, but it's got a hold on me something fierce. i will turn to mtv2 every so often and the one and only reason for doing so is the hope of hearing that song that is stuck in my head right now. so, what do i do? do i listen to the reviews again? to the killers? claming that they are channeling bruce springsteen with this record? that they are losing the mascara and bringing the rock? i don't know. i just don't know. but, that song...

in an update from my last post, there was an interesting development to the "dog chained to our dumpster" ending. well, a week ago tuesday, heath and i showed up to work to find, yes, a dog chained to the dumpster in the back. it was a big-ish dog, probably still a puppy, that wouldn't let us get near him. tail constantly tucked between it's legs and snarling at us, we came to the conclusion that the dog had been abused and, finally, left for dead or for some sap with a heart for animals to pick up and give a better home. we called animal control, and the dog was taken away. well, this week, we get a call from a lady asking us if a dog had been chained behind our store last tuesday? "why, yes ma'am. there was." evidently the dog had been stolen from this lady's house and brought to our store (and then a note was left for the owner, attached to her door, telling her about it). why? hell if we know? but it made us ask a couple different questions. if the owner mistreats the dog, why would she want it back? maybe it wasn't the owner that had mistreated the dog. why would someone steal this dog? did it bark too much? was the violation in response to something else? too many unanswered questions to come to a peaceful conclusion. before the call asking about the dog, i was going to use the incident to rail on the fall of humanity or something else dramatic, but now, my metaphor seems confused or, at the very least, incomplete. so, i will wait for another example to rear it's head and inspire me to talk about how crappy humans can be sometime. i am sure it won't be long.

you don't really know what badass looks like until your two and a half year-old picks up a play gun at cici's and starts firing away. "pyow, pyow", indeed. sure, we could be upset or discouraged that one of the life lessons hannah has brought home from school includes making her finger into a gun and saying, "pyow, pyow". we could, but it's just too damn cute.

i'll have to get some feedback from some of my fellow lost obsessees on this, but i am trying to decide if i am going to invest myself in the new nbc show, heroes. do i really want to jump into another show with tons of characters, deep mythology, and neverending plots? i just don't know. speaking of the best show on tv, the fall season officially kicks off this coming wednesday. along with lost, my appointment television for this fall looks like it will be heroes, studio 60, 30 rock, earl, office, and family guy. you'll be notified of any other worthy additions.

since i mentioned it last, i have won two straight fantasy match-ups and have the highest points per game average (bench included) in the league. knowing how to manage a draft is already paying dividends. 2-1, baby!!!