Tag team, party on!

     So now this Countdown has been joined by me, Jayson. Brandon and I are going to tear this mother up like the Bushwacker wrestlers (action figures) of old. You won't see any Kung-Fu grip on those bad boys, because they are flexing their guns, and Kung-Fu grip looks stupid when you're showing off the pipes. Just picture it with me for a moment. Ok, the moments over. You ruined it. Way to go.

     Enough idle chit-chat. I'm going to bust this blog wide open with a little anecdote. This past weekend I went with my brother, his brother-in-law John, and their friend Tom to see Sufjan Stevens in Indianapolis. It was an amazing concert, but that's not what this story is about. So, we were waiting in line before the show because we had arrived way early to the venue. After waiting for about 15 minutes, some schmuck employee of the venue comes out and tells us we need to reform the line on the other side of the door. For what reason, I do now know. Anyway, we shuffle on over to the other side of the sidewalk and by chance we are about 10 people in front of where we were. We don't consider this any big deal, and I don't think the people behind us did, either. However, the snotty indie kids in front of us decided to cry about it. Some words were exchanged, but it did not come to blows because their indie hair would have gotten messed up. I laughed to myself that they will drive right home after the show and whine about it on their blog. HAHA! Oh, dammit, I think I just made fun of myself.

    Anyway, you can expect to see sporadic postings on here from yours truly, I hope they fill your day with chocolate rainbows of delight.