I've sent out the first batch of Concept Ones and have a few more in the mail. Any more takers out there? Free music, people. Not even Steve Jobs can offer that. Not yet, at least.
So, my roommate and I had a kegger this weekend. Actually, it was only a pony keg. So, to be honest, it was more like we had a half-kegger. Which my friend pointed out was, to be precise, a quarter keg. Apparently regular kegs are half kegs. So, ok, we had a quarter-kegger. It was awesome. Well, about half awesome. Ok, technically speaking, probably a quarter-awesome. But I did do a keg stand, which was fun, until I realized that some lecherous reveler ripped my jeans. My good jeans. My broken in, perfectly-fitting Wrangler jeans. Which apparently aren't as durable as advertised. You'd think that riding a bucking bronco or roping a steer would be a little more strenuous on the fabric than getting hoisted at an 80 angle and drinking beer from a tap for roughly ten seconds. But no. It's not. Take it from me.
A man who's been there. A man who's done that.
Did anybody watch football games yesterday? They show the shittiest games out here in Los Angeles. Here's the games we could have watched: Giants vs. Vikings, Seahawks vs. Rams, and Denver vs. Oakland. Thanks, dickwads. Those are some really great games. What, do I write to my congressman about this or something?
Hopefully I'll write some sort of a real post later today, instead of just another diary entry.