I guess that, while I'm posting terrible random pictures, here are our terrible random pictures from when Thomas decided to grace us with his presence for a few hours before going back to China.
I am 98% certain that I took this photo. It is a fairly normal photo of fairly normal looking people doing fairly normal looking things. (losing at Crainium) I am also 98% certain that I did not take any other photos this night...	How Sweet. Pretty sure this was Allison's doing. Apparently someone broke my sweet bone, so I can be pretty sure I had no part in this.	Obviously I didn't take this. But, sadly, I suppose I start the offensiveness by blinding everyone with my head. I wish I could turn that into a super power. Also, Allison's hair is totally pink. Crazy that it looks all orange here...
lol!!!!!!!111 They think they can win!	c'mon... pleeeeeeaaaase let us win :(	Let me think about it...
hah! no, you'll never win!! :-p	grrrr... I will eat you!	pssh. Whatever.
Right. That's over. Almost. I'm sorry to have subjected anyone not involved to the photographic evidence of... well... of whatever all of this proves. Which might be nothing. And that might be worse than proving something really bad. (*shhh*... it actually proves that Thomas is voting for Fred Thompson) And, lastly, this proves that I don't know what to do in front of a camera... *sigh* Oh. And we did win, btw. technically.

Labels: Allison, Brooke, Thomas

Hey, look... a post where I'm not just quoting other people...
There was one post-"concert" photo that I neglected to post, but only b/c it happened the day after... Allison and Scott and Raven sitting around my house. I feel so... popular. Life Goal #1: Check. Also... unless I'm greatly mistaken... the contents(?) of that table are ("contents" is one of those plural/singular nouns things that sounds like the subject/verb doesn't match, right?) interesting. Or funny. Or not. But maybe I just wanted to talk about the finer points of the word "contents."
A few weeks later Brooke graced us with her presence for a few hours while visiting these fine united states (NOT a proper noun in this case). She chose a good night since Wednesdays are Wongdays at 300 East. As I understand it, Dustin has actually been to 300 East but has no idea what a wong is. These, Dustin, are Wongs. They contain some alcohol.
The most amusing thing about this place is its bathroom doors. There are no words written. No pictures of people in dresses or jeans. None of those circles with a symbol on them that are supposed to mean "man" or "woman." Not even a "V"-shaped space b/t Jesus and Mary Magdalene signifying the sacred feminine. Just some dogs. Before you can take a pee, your drunk ass must correctly locate and identify the dog sporting a rock-hard boner. Then. And only then. May you pee in peace. Now that I think about it, it would probably actually be worse if it was all limp.		After successfully completing the Ordeal, you are at least rewarded with a porceline potty complete with easy-access ashtray. The only place I've ever been that encourages smoking in the boy's room.
wow. I am so about to cry. I just spent the last many hours writing a report about the comic convention... I opened myspace in a separate browser window to look up a profile, and ALL of my IE windows crashed. I so fucking hate myspace.

Labels: Allison, Brooke, Raven, Scott

This really is kind of getting out of hand. I think I used to have a life, but I might be wrong... Regardless... here are these things...

I was thinking about that girl from the Cosby Show singing this song in High Fidelity... I think they pulled it off quite nicely... although I'm really baffled how I, as the suggester, did not receive a dedication.

The light's kind of shitty in that one... sadly... naturally other people are more thoughtful than myself... so when I got up to torture people on stage, the lights got turned on... which is also sad... kind of. I think everything would have been a lot better if the only thing you could see was the light bouncing off my head onto the mirror ball.

I'm available for parties. But only ones where I get to jump out of a cake.

So... there's that... but, more importantly, there's this. I've never had anyone beat in number-of-times-doing-karaoke, but I think it's actually statistically more rare to see Brooke Moody on stage... I think Charlie intentionally fucked this up the first time just to make the moment last... Much to the chagrin of the guy at the bar...

Take 01...

Take 02... I was kind of already on cuteness overload... and then Charlie started singing too...This is not for the weak-willed. You should actually try playing both of these at the same time... it's just shy of hilarious.

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What's sad is that there's a mild chance that I actually have interesting things to say... But, fuck that... I have karaoke videos.

Labels: Allison, Brooke, Judith, music

Last week, I didn't go to work past Tuesday. I, instead, hung out exclusively with people I like. Partially in a town I like. Partially at a concert I liked. Doing all that liking was scary.

Here are some photos.
I'm saying everything that I type right now in the back of my head as though I were Hank Hill.
That is also scary.
I do a terrible Hank Hill.

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These are pictures of me getting destroyed in the new expansion for Apples to Apples. By Kennedy. And Allison. Also... the comic book store that's on Biltmore (or Broadway? I can't ever remember which side of the street is called which thing unless I'm there) sucked. Except that they had Apples to Apples. You shouldn't work in a comic book store if you aren't well-acquainted with Bone.		And this... dammit... seems like there's always a picture of Bryan's ass whenever we take pictures of anything. And not to compare Brooke to Bryan's ass in any way whatsoever... but the picture of a person taking a picture of the person taking the picture of... Gay. Like Bryan's ass.
	Not that I have anything against gay people... Of course.
We kind of pushed it a little too close with the eating and missed half of the first song by The National. Which was annoying for me. But not as annoying as for other people. As far as I know. I had gotten the new album prior to the show, which made things much much better since they mostly played new stuff. Musically or whatever, they weren't extremely deep or cutting-edge, so knowing the songs helped a ton and made it a lot of fun. The dude can scream. I was surprised. Especially since I described the new record (multiple times) as perfect sitting-at-home-alone-on-the-couch-in-the-dark music. The lighting, however, was really really low... While I have a few photos, I couldn't even get the lighting up enough in Photoshop to make them worthwhile, so I will spare you.
And then the Arcade Fire... The setlist was really really good. Lots of new stuff, some old stuff... and very few slow sad-bastard songs. We were sitting right in the middle in the 2nd balcony row, which was ok for me, but not for those who require glasses. Nor, apparently, was it ok for my camera and my stupid shakey hands. Nothing really came out that great at all, but some of them at least weren't completely terrible...
	I can play a C-Major scale on all of the above instruments... Yes, I'm that amazing.	I like how the screaming guy is pretty much in focus. If everyone on stage would have just stayed still the entire time, all of my pictures would have been as amazing as my C-scales.
	<-- Ahhhh... young love... (Is that really two gay jokes in one post? Maybe I do have something against gay people, and I just don't know it.) hmmm... --> And why does everyone else look happy, and I look like a retard? There. I made fun of retarted people instead of gay people that time.

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And, lastly, here's the first encore song that Arcade Fire did. The girl sitting in front of me left for some reason, so I was able to jump down a row and use the balcony rail to hold the camera still.

Well... kind of still...

Labels: Allison, Brooke, concerts, Jen, Kennedy, music, Rob, Thomas

Another back-date... I wasn't sure if I was going to post these or not since I wasn't there... but I suppose I do know everyone, and it is pretty sweet that I came only 1 degree away from finishing a marathon... twice.
Oh yeah... since I had nothing to do with the photo-taking I did very little, if any, editing. Word.

Labels: Allison, Brooke, Jen

As I said... it snowed... Brooke didn't have to teach, and Allison got out of work, so I reckon that seemed like a good enough idea for a party. type thing. I didn't really plan on having any photos. But Bryan has this thing for my camera, so I ended up with almost 100 pictures. I edited as best I could. You're welcome.

What the fuck. Another party? Do you remember how drunk I was last night? You guys are ridiculous.	- Ok, fine... I'm in. - Holy shit. Why do I always get drug into this crap? You guys are lucky it's so damned cold in Boone.	A party? Can we make fun of Bryan when he inevitably does something ridiculous? I am so there.
Wait a minute... we weren't supposed to start drinking yet? What kind of "party" is this..... fuck it. We'll look cute anyway. Because Bryan handles that camera so well.	This is what happens when you get old. Getting drunk while playing a game is a nice side-effect. As opposed to the actual point of the game. Or, perhaps if I was more honest, playing a game is a side-effect of getting drunk. The point of this is simply that you no longer get to play "drinking games." Wow. I'm sorry you had to read that.	hmmm... yeah. fuck it. I'm out. Enjoy your bored games. Some of us have real jobs. Kind of. Losers.
Seriously. You guys are lame. I'm going to lick myself now.	Wow. What was that Dog's Eye View song called again? I hope no one gets that...	Hmmmm... Now how do I put things back together...
I know! I'll reach for something at the same time as the new girl and make her blush!	(See? That totally worked)	Oh yeah... Even *I'm* smiling... try to explain that away...
- I am so glad to be on the winning team... - And I can't believe you guys traded me and made me replace Brooke. This is bullshit. But this party is still too awesome to not smile.	This? This is Jen. We are snacking. (I didn't know you got the munchies from drinking)	Sadly, this is the only photographic evidence that Bryan even attended. Apart from the nine million photos he himself actually took.
Thomas knows something that I don't... those Chex Mix? I had no idea...	They make you fly.	I don't know how I survived that aerial assault. Nor how I managed to live through knowing that I caused all these people that I like that kind of mental anguish by making them sit around my house for that long. Only Brooke was the smart one. Maybe someone else can take care of this damned football thing that's coming up.

Labels: Allison, Brooke, bryan, Charlotte, Jen, Thomas

Another previously non-blog-posted back-dated post. A few of the photos from Christmas at Mimi Moody's house. I wish I could find the photo of Christmas at my house for contrast... it's just me and my mom eating spaghetti. mmmmmm... spaghetti...
Jenna was awesome... and I think this is the coolest photo I could have taken. There's some kind of throw-your-wrapping-paper-at-people tradition... or something... I dunno. But I still thought this was cool.
	eh... and here's the lone photo from the following week's NYE celebration. As it were.

Labels: Allison, Brooke, bryan, Thomas