MORE DEAD COPS

If you don't get the title you should probably see the Dark Knight and then you'll realize just what is the best thing to yell out at a press conference. I've seen this film twice now. It's the best movie to come out in years. DUH. All of the acting is superb. DOY. Totally sweet and dark as fuck. (flaps bent wrist against chest like mongoloid person) BUT since this is my fucking blog that I never use as much as I should, I'll say what I want...and what I want to say is this: Christian Bale's Bat-voice is way over done. Sorry...It's true. Too much, man. "YOU'RE GONNA BE...IN A PADDED CELLLLL..." Stop it. Stop it right now. Your Bruce Wayne is awesome, your Batman is mean as hell and tough as nails, but that voice? You sound like people are going to be making fun of you for years. You sound like Tom Waits, Dicky Barrett, and that Sasquatch of a singer from Fucked Up having a trash-brawl in a trash bag. I had to get that out there. You can achieve total darkness without sounding forced. You can actually be an actor. Javier Bardem did it in No Country for Old Men, where were you?!?!

In other news- I don't do much these days. If you're ever wondering what I'm doing it's one of these: sleeping, working, playing drums, playing guitar, smoking, drinking, showering, doing laundry or eating. That's it! I've got it down to nine things. That's all I do! I need a break from all this normalcy. I mean, my life is fun, but there's just got to be a better way...That's vague as hell. I'm sick too. That whole ears/nose/throat sinus congestion thing is really wailin' on me. Jerky is comin' over after work so we can go running. Don't know how well I'll do, but I'll try.

ALSO! Lightning struck a tree behind our house last night, causing this massive branch to fall, disabling our internet/phone line. I spent 40 minutes on the phone with AT&T, talked to 7 people, 13 robots (even got transferred to North Carolina, some how?!), typed in my number 400 times and finally got someone to come out between the hours of 9AM and 7PM. Somewhere in there.

I'm driving up to Chicago for Lollapalooza in 9 days with my sister, Bridget, Peter and Andy Edsall and Peter's friend Anna. Then we get to bring Lauren back with us! Huzzah! Oh, I didn't want to mention this, but the Foo Fighters show the other night was pretty much a bust. They played a few rockers but mostly played they're lamest songs for 2.5 hours. They even made some of their good songs ('My Hero', 'Everlong', 'Big Me') into LAME songs by playing them all acoustic and slow and making them sound like Douchebag Confessional songs. They played 'Stacked Dead Actors,' off the 3rd record, and put a drum solo in the middle, which was alright. Dave Grohl is still the second coolest dude alive (Lemmy) but GOD DAMN does he need to start a metal band where he can fucking SHRED SOME SERIOUS RIBS. Wasted potential. Larry and I want to start a band called LEPER HUMAN. Maybe we can get Lil' Davey to join on drums. SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER NO TIME TO STOP AND THINK IT'S SUMMER TIME.