Swimming, birds, time-traveling drummers

Yesterday I went swimming for the first time this season. Kind of late in the season, but it really hasn't been hot until yesterday. It was just one of those times floating around the pool alone, blissed out by sun and water. I love summer.

Today it is scorchingly hot, and I worked, like I usually do on the 4th. I was there all day, and by myself most of the day. I don't mean "working alone in the kennel" but rather, alone in the building. Which is pretty decent actually, no one to bother me. I brought along my little iPod and speakers, put my songs on random and scrubbed the lab, as I tend to do on the 4th when I'm by myself. Then during my lunch hour I lay on the sofa in the fish room and read Blade of the Immortal and finished Hoot, (they made it into a movie holy crap did totally NOT picture Officer Delinko as Luke Wilson...) which was somewhat anticlimactic but still a nice story. After that I took Beatrice (my rooster) into the lab with me. At one point Nine Inch Nails was playing and I was on the floor with my rooster on my chest, sleeping on his back, and an empty ice cream carton next to me and I thought, "My life is sometimes like a surreal movie."

A severe thunderstorm has been threatening to break all day, but it never did; just a spattering of rain, no break in the tension, and now it's clearing up and still dry. I relate to the weather sometimes.

Back to Kung Fu tomorrow.

Today I'm so totally feeling the Shannon Leto love, and let me tell you why. Two night ago, during their concert, Jared Leto took a really nasty after crowd-walking, fall, face-first right into the edge of the stage. The two security guards were supposed to catch him, but they were kind of looking the other way (which was silly of them.) It was nearly Shannon to the rescue beat-down, but someone held him back this time.

THIS TIME. Apparently a few months ago at a different show, one of the security guards wouldn't let Jared back on the stage after crowdsurfing because he didn't recognize him, and when Jared tried to climb back on the stage himself, the guard pulled him violently by the arm and apparently to the ground. This is where, by all accounts, Shannon leapt over his drum set, off the edge of the stage, onto the back of the security guard who was messing with his kid brother, and started letting him have it. This reminded me so much of my own family that I was kind of touched by it. I realize that voilence isn't the answer to everything, but when someone messes with your family, it's hard not to think of violence, and I totally am down with that. Many a big, tough high school boy did I pummel because they were messing with Celia.

Also, because Shannon Leto can time travel.

Rachel: Where did you go?

Shannon: South Africa… Thailand… Morocco… England…

Matt: We did stuff in the States as well.

Shannon: …States… Guadalupe…

Matt: And the thing about it is everyone thinks we were in these lavish studios, but…

Shannon: …Russia... China… New Zealand… Australia…

Matt: … it wasn’t that. We brought a rig with us and just kind of did it low budget and used the money to travel to all these different places.

Shannon: … Singapore…

Matt: He’s just going to keep going, I’m going to beat the hell out of him in a second. He’s all over the place.

Rachel: [laugh]

Matt: Like Shannon was saying it is definitely what gave the record its expansive quality that I don’t think we would have gotten otherwise. Where’d Shannon go? Shannon?

(Shannon holds his hands over his face.)

Matt: I’m going to call him; he does this every so often. He just disappears.

Rachel: Oh my god. [laugh]

Matt: Shannon?

(Shannon “reappears” moving his hands from shielding his face.)

Shannon: Hey, what’s up?

Matt: Shannon! Don’t time travel!

Shannon: I’m sorry.

Matt: It’s not cool.

Shannon: Sorry, dude.

Matt: We haven’t done that in awhile. Don’t time travel. Especially not during an interview, it’s just rude. But he’s back.

Shannon: I was here, but I wasn’t.


Sorry to biscuit out for a second here, but, LOVE. And in that "Players" show that they did when Shannon is playing Hitman 2 on PS2 and madly entering codes while looking at the camera and carrying on a seperate conversation, LOVE.

Anyway, dude, I've got so many birds right now I am entirely overwhelmed. I almost turned down an injured grackle today because I just don't have the space for him. Then I totally beat myself up over it. How can I leave a grackle to die? He will probably die anyway (I suspect a cat bite, long-festering,) but I couldn't let him die, that's the thing. I can never just let them. If I don't at least try, I feel awful. So now my kitchen is just like BIRDS. BIRDS. MORE BIRDS. And how about A FEW MORE BIRDS. Laura is coming by Sunday to pick a few of them up, including her own. Hopefully that will help me a great deal.

So many firecrackers nd fireworks going off all the time, poor Sano has been hiding in the bathroom all week with his ears all back.

Blast it all, I think that my ear where I got it pierced a few months ago is infected. I went swimming yesterday and took the earring out for a second and now it's all owie everytime I touch it.

I'm rambling about nothing, aren't I?

Swimming, birds, time-traveling drummers

Yesterday I went swimming for the first time this season. Kind of late in the season, but it really hasn't been hot until yesterday. It was just one of those times floating around the pool alone, blissed out by sun and water. I love summer.

Today it is scorchingly hot, and I worked, like I usually do on the 4th. I was there all day, and by myself most of the day. I don't mean "working alone in the kennel" but rather, alone in the building. Which is pretty decent actually, no one to bother me. I brought along my little iPod and speakers, put my songs on random and scrubbed the lab, as I tend to do on the 4th when I'm by myself. Then during my lunch hour I lay on the sofa in the fish room and read Blade of the Immortal and finished Hoot, (they made it into a movie holy crap did totally NOT picture Officer Delinko as Luke Wilson...) which was somewhat anticlimactic but still a nice story. After that I took Beatrice (my rooster) into the lab with me. At one point Nine Inch Nails was playing and I was on the floor with my rooster on my chest, sleeping on his back, and an empty ice cream carton next to me and I thought, "My life is sometimes like a surreal movie."

A severe thunderstorm has been threatening to break all day, but it never did; just a spattering of rain, no break in the tension, and now it's clearing up and still dry. I relate to the weather sometimes.

Back to Kung Fu tomorrow.

Today I'm so totally feeling the Shannon Leto love, and let me tell you why. Two night ago, during their concert, Jared Leto took a really nasty after crowd-walking, fall, face-first right into the edge of the stage. The two security guards were supposed to catch him, but they were kind of looking the other way (which was silly of them.) It was nearly Shannon to the rescue beat-down, but someone held him back this time.

THIS TIME. Apparently a few months ago at a different show, one of the security guards wouldn't let Jared back on the stage after crowdsurfing because he didn't recognize him, and when Jared tried to climb back on the stage himself, the guard pulled him violently by the arm and apparently to the ground. This is where, by all accounts, Shannon leapt over his drum set, off the edge of the stage, onto the back of the security guard who was messing with his kid brother, and started letting him have it. This reminded me so much of my own family that I was kind of touched by it. I realize that voilence isn't the answer to everything, but when someone messes with your family, it's hard not to think of violence, and I totally am down with that. Many a big, tough high school boy did I pummel because they were messing with Celia.

Also, because Shannon Leto can time travel.

Rachel: Where did you go?

Shannon: South Africa… Thailand… Morocco… England…

Matt: We did stuff in the States as well.

Shannon: …States… Guadalupe…

Matt: And the thing about it is everyone thinks we were in these lavish studios, but…

Shannon: …Russia... China… New Zealand… Australia…

Matt: … it wasn’t that. We brought a rig with us and just kind of did it low budget and used the money to travel to all these different places.

Shannon: … Singapore…

Matt: He’s just going to keep going, I’m going to beat the hell out of him in a second. He’s all over the place.

Rachel: [laugh]

Matt: Like Shannon was saying it is definitely what gave the record its expansive quality that I don’t think we would have gotten otherwise. Where’d Shannon go? Shannon?

(Shannon holds his hands over his face.)

Matt: I’m going to call him; he does this every so often. He just disappears.

Rachel: Oh my god. [laugh]

Matt: Shannon?

(Shannon “reappears” moving his hands from shielding his face.)

Shannon: Hey, what’s up?

Matt: Shannon! Don’t time travel!

Shannon: I’m sorry.

Matt: It’s not cool.

Shannon: Sorry, dude.

Matt: We haven’t done that in awhile. Don’t time travel. Especially not during an interview, it’s just rude. But he’s back.

Shannon: I was here, but I wasn’t.


Sorry to biscuit out for a second here, but, LOVE. And in that "Players" show that they did when Shannon is playing Hitman 2 on PS2 and madly entering codes while looking at the camera and carrying on a seperate conversation, LOVE.

Anyway, dude, I've got so many birds right now I am entirely overwhelmed. I almost turned down an injured grackle today because I just don't have the space for him. Then I totally beat myself up over it. How can I leave a grackle to die? He will probably die anyway (I suspect a cat bite, long-festering,) but I couldn't let him die, that's the thing. I can never just let them. If I don't at least try, I feel awful. So now my kitchen is just like BIRDS. BIRDS. MORE BIRDS. And how about A FEW MORE BIRDS. Laura is coming by Sunday to pick a few of them up, including her own. Hopefully that will help me a great deal.

So many firecrackers nd fireworks going off all the time, poor Sano has been hiding in the bathroom all week with his ears all back.

Blast it all, I think that my ear where I got it pierced a few months ago is infected. I went swimming yesterday and took the earring out for a second and now it's all owie everytime I touch it.

I'm rambling about nothing, aren't I?