Woke up in the middle of Friday night with shooting pains in my lower back. Couldn't really walk the next day and as a result, I spent Saturday and Saturday night with ice packs, pills, gel that smells like a nursing home, and lots of pillows propping my back up. Yes, it appears that I threw my back out while sleeping.
I just got a copy of Sunset Magazine as part of a birthday gift. Late middle-aged, but not yet 30. Spectacular. On my list for next year; a walker.
Skramz! Do you know what "skramz" means? Neither did I. I was listening to one of my favorite songs on the youtubes, and the description was as follows:
City of Caterpillar, amazing skramz band, too bad they broke up in 2003, great things could have come by them.
Urban Dictionary, via The Google, tells me that it is:
A new term for the screamo/emo bands of the 90s, or anythign that is REAL screamo/emo. I'm not sure if the term is supposed to be taken seriously or not, but it's there. Possibly created in revolt of the shitty 'new' emo bands and self-proclaimed 'emo' kids.
Skramz. OK, that is like this annoying "totes" for "totally." I get it. But now I need to figure out if the kids are saying it "scraymes" or "scrams." Furthermore, it weirds me out that the musical genre that largely formed my politics, identity, and sartorial taste is so old that it needs a special term to differentiate it from the pap played at Hot Topic.
I'd say I feel old, but honestly, I listen to City of Caterpillar and I feel all state-smashy and energetic and I wanna go home and silk-screen patches and order something from a zine distro. But without that music to listen to, I'd feel very old. Laterz
I read the internet for almost the entire day without putting two and two together as to why there were so many stories around about legalizing marijuana.
Yesterday i opened my mail box and found a standard junk catalogue. I was thisclose to dropping it into the recycling bin when I realized it was Williams-Sonoma catalogue. I paused, realized I was old for getting excited about the prospect of perusing kitchen items when I hardly cook, and gave it a new home on my coffee table.
It's Friday and I have plans with a group to do work after the workday. Then I am bailing on my friend so that instead of getting drinks, I will be going home and falling asleep by 11 PM. This is more exciting than it should be.