The Kids Can Eat a Bag of Crab Rangoon!

Alright, guys. I was severely lacking in 10th post presents. A big thank you to AJ who wrote me a short poem. At least I think it was a poem. It's hard to detect a rhythm when reading on a phone. And also thank you to Anthony who took me on a movie date. He paid for my ticket and snacks. We saw The Informant. It was pretty great. Fat Damon was fat, and Joel McHale was dreamy, as always. Plus, Biff from Back to the Future was in it. Quality film. Consider it recommended by me. And Ryan is taking me hiking tomorrow. Although, I guess I'm driving, but he invited me, AND he's making me a sandwich. So thank you to him, as well. And Kathleen is taking me apple picking on Sunday. So thank you to her, as well Now that adds up to four gifts, people. And I'm only certain that one of those people actually reads this daily. And AJ was the only person who gave me the gift because of my tenth entry. But I know about a million people read my blog. Why haven't I received more gifts? I think I earned it. I write to you people every night out of the goodness of my heart. Is this because I missed that one night? I had been driving and moshing all day! I was beat when I got back. Plus, I wrote an extra long entry the next day! You readers are so ungrateful! Aww, guys! I'm just kidding. I love each and every one of you. Plus, I'm getting a pretty action packed weekend, so all of you can expect some great entries coming up. Alright, now to move on to the part of the blog where I do not harass the readers.

What's new in pop culture? Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize, and didn't earn it? Boring! I need to keep up more with pop culture. That's all I had. I know! Let's talk about my post-movie adventure with Anthony. This probably won't be too long of a story, but it's worth writing about. So after our little movie date, Anthony was hungry, as always. We decided to drop by the ol' New Colony Diner V in Bethel. The place was pretty hoppin', for sure. Anthony and I walked in, and the guy at the register told us to go sit in the corner on the opposite side of where everyone else was dining. I guess we didn't look cool enough to hang with the hip crowd. Well, fuck it. I'm perfectly happy sitting in the lonely corner without a bunch of high school kids talking about their periods, or whatever the hell kids talk about these days. But while we didn't get the loud high schoolers, a loud, drunk, middle-aged woman and some dude were sat pretty close to us. This woman would not shut up. And she'd talk about the most inappropriate things. She was talking about giving some friend of her's her bag of dicks. Lady, I don't care about your bag of dicks. If you want to talk about that shit, keep it down. Torture your best guy friend sitting with you with that shit. She was also going through a list of every one of her friends and who they chose to have sex with. Again, it's not my business. Hell, it's not even your business. Fuckin' shut up! But there was no chance of that happening. And honestly, as annoying as she was, it was fun quietly making snarky remarks about her to Anthony. Anthony and I did think it a good idea to finish up our food, and get the hell out of there before she could make us think any less of her. So we got out of there, and that is my post-movie story with Anthony.

Let me talk to you about my favorite dog. His name is Elliott, and he belongs to my good friend, Kate. He's a big puppy, and really friendly. I got to spend a lot of time with him this past summer, because there weren't too many days that I wasn't at Kate's house. It was great. Elliott really enjoys licking. He'll probably lick anything. I'm pretty sure his favorite things to lick our hands, but if I don't let him lick my hands, he's pretty happy licking my pants... or a couch... or anything, really. He also loves being outside. I'll often go out and run around with him. Or sometimes I'll just go out and let him run in circles around me. And when he gets tired of running, he just chews on sticks. He's on a mission to chew every stick there is in the world. He's about half way done. And for a dog that's not even three yet, that's pretty good. He has some odd habits, though. Whenever he eats, he'll bring pieces of his food into other rooms and leave them there, before he starts eating. But it's those cute little quirks that make me love him so much. I even love him when he shits on the floor. I figure that's probably because Kate has to clean it up. If I had to clean it, I don't know how fond I'd be of Elliott at that time. Elliott has also been a part of almost every recording my folk band has made. And by that I mean he's always in the room when we're recording. It's a very integral part of our recording process. Without Elliott, we wouldn't have the confidence to record a really killer track. Elliott is pretty much the fourth member of Easy Chowder. Heh. Aside from Kate, anyone reading this is probably just thinking I'm another guy just bragging about how great his dog is. Well I'm not! Elliott isn't my dog, first off. And nobody's ever loved a dog more than I love Kate's dog. And yes, I will keep telling myself that, jerks!

Alright, well I think I've written enough for tonight. I think I'm going to go and take one of my rare, but beloved night showers. I want to be able to sleep in a bit tomorrow before I have to head up to Bear Mountain for some awesome hiking action. I don't have any other shoes aside from my Vans. I hope we're not doing real hiking. I'll make due either way, I'm sure. Kate's going to see Joel McHale perform at her school tomorrow. I'm so totally jeal! I'm going to have to watch so many Soup reruns to make up for it! I'll see you cool cats tomorrow to tell you all about my fun hiking adventures! Until then!