(Pop) Punk Rock Awesome

Since I'm back into blog-mode, I'm going to say a little about something I've been obsessing over for about the last 36 hours.



The Composure's new album: String Attached.

I met these guys (Cory and Paul front and center) back at the beginning of 2008. They were recording in Chicago and crashing at my best friend's place while they were in town. We had a tradition of going out on Tuesday nights and they joined us for the night. 10 Rootbeer Slammers later, Cory and I became friends.

Here we are almost 3 years later, friendship still strong, and they've just released their album. I feel like a crazed soccer mom with the way I've been bragging about this album. It's awesome. I won't just say that I love any friend's albums. Although, I may have immense respect for what they've created, I'm not always a fan of the tunes. However, these amazing dudes from Pittsburgh have created a gem.

I urge you to check out this powerful record with all of Paul's killer vocals. It's available on iTunes:

"Strings Attached" on iTunes

It's also probably available at both:

Modern Short Stories and
The Composure


You could also wait until they come back to town and play at Reggie's in February.


My favorite tracks include: On the Run; Stop Now, Start Again; and Oh, Haley.

Watch the video for "Stop Now, Start Again" on YouTube.

Eating out. (Not what you perverts are thinking.)

Read this article that Chad posted on Twitter.

From a server's point of view...

I don't understand how a person on their cell phone could bother you from another table. The only person who should be annoyed by this act is the person dining with the cell phone talker. Someone talking loudly to the person in front off them will be just as obnoxious. If you can't handle it. Order in.

Also, if you're on your phone and the rest of your table is ready to order, ask whoever it is that you are talking to to hold while you order. It's wasting the time I could be helping other tables to wait for your conversation to end.

Don't order a round of water for the other six people at the table. They can order it if they want it. I know damn well you will be the only one drinking it. I now have to bring 14 drinks to your table for no reason.

The wings at my restaurant don't come with side dipping sauces. There is am extra charge for them. It sucks and I don't agree with it, but it says so right where it lists the different wings. Pay attention when I'm asking if you would like bleu cheese or ranch on the side because it's time consuming for you to ask for it after the wings are in front of you. I'm asking for a reason.

Temper tantrums are no big deal. I get that kids act up. But, if your daughter is sitting next to you shaking all of the salt out into a pile on the table. Take it away from her. Tantrum or not. Have some respect for the bus boy that has to clean up after the child you can't say no to.

Please walk your dog in a bathrobe. I'd appreciate it.

These have been building up:

1. I have an issue with straight guys who cross their legs like chicks. Seriously, it's not uncomfortable for you? Who taught you idiots how to sit?

2. Why would you walk your dog down the street in your bathrobe with no pants under it? Honestly....you live in a condo, not a house with a fenced in yard. Have some consideration for your neighbors.

3. I hate when people are thankful that it's Saturday because Sunday means a fresh start. It's not a fresh start. Nothing changes except the date on the calendar. The same problems exisit that existed the whole week before. You're retarded.

That's all.

Happy B-Day...The "B" stands for "Blow Me"

...since you've all been missing my wit.

Starbucks has only ONE TIME, in the history of asking me, "Do you want room?" at the top of my coffee, actually given me enough room to put in the proper amount of cream. I give up. I will forever drink my coffee black. Grrrrr

In a mad room cleaning escapade, I discovered an old Vans (Steve Caballero to be exact) notebook with "Honesty Policy Greeting Cards" hand printed on the inside cover. On the pages following were numerous ideas for greeting cards from the 2 brilliant minds of Mr. Rob Campobasso myself.-----After reading them all, I’m convinced that this was a genius business idea and I’m seriously considering moving forward with the creative process. A sneak peak of what you’re in for:

GRADUATION:

Front: "Congraduation."
Inside: "Finally a greeting card as lame as you are."

GET WELL SOON:
Front: "Get better."

Inside: "Or not."

INVITATION:

"I really don’t want you to come, but I invited all of your friends
and I figure someone will mention it to you eventually and you’ll
show up anyway. So here..."

BIRTHDAY:
Front: "Happy B-day"
Inside: "The ’b’ stands for ’BLOW ME’ "

AND MY PERSONAL FAVORITE (originally thought of when I was frustrated with someone I worked with that seemed to keep following me from high school)

Front: Picture of a school bus with a face (headlights for eyes, grill for nose, fender for mouth, license plate for teeth), a smiling sun, happy animals, etc.
Inside: "I hope you get hit by a bus."

Stay tuned...

Snow Plow Drivers

I imagine that other than the crappy hours, it'd be pretty fun to be a snow plow driver....I would totally fuck with people because really....in a car fight, who's gonna win? Me.