The best moment in music occurs during the Mono Puff song "Creepy," about two minutes in. After singing "Creepy" over and over, the singer says very earnestly: "This song is called 'Creepy!'"

OK, maybe that's not the best moment in music, but it struck me as really funny this morning. I am easily amused.

I'm seeing Ween again next month. This makes 3 Ween shows in 2 years. I'd say that's a pretty good track record. They were good when we saw them in Raleigh last year, and MIND-BLOWINGLY AWESOME in Asheville earlier this year. From what I understand, the band was going through some tumultuous shit during the time of the Raleigh show... so that probably explains why they were less-than-perfect that time.

Any band that formed during middle school writing songs like "I Got a Weasel" and "You Fucked Up" that is still recording like 20 years later and is better than ever gets mad respect from me. Unfortunately, the only band that has cleared that particular bar is Ween. The new album is awesome, I'm looking forward to hearing how all that material sounds live. And my tickets are in the "loge," which is in the balcony section (lame) but at least it's at the front of the balcony (holla.) In Asheville earlier this year we were like 5 feet from the stage, and got caught up in some crazy crowd shenanigans. I'll never forget the sight of 100 hippie chicks climbing up on stage to shake it to "LMLYP," to the point that you couldn't even see the band playing behind them, the one dude that tried to stage dive that nobody caught, or the guy that was obviously tripping who got up on stage and did some weird chicken dance only to be thrown into the crowd by a 60-year-old security guard.

So, I'm done with my finals and stuff. I didn't really have many. I don't think I'll get a semester this easy in graduate school again, but I'm cool wit'it. Still don't know what my grades were, but two of my three classes were pass/fail, and I'm sure I passed those two. I'll get in an A in Shakespeare if my final paper was okay, but I have some questions about that. I was kind of super-distracted while writing that, but it's my own fault. It seems like distractions magically come up when final papers are due.

Next semester: Kafka & Mann (awesome), D.H. Lawrence (holla), and Advanced Technical Writing (fuuuuck.) It should be cool anyway. Halpern teaching D.H. Lawrence should be a serious trip. I'm also signed up for Victorian Novel, but planning on dropping that one like it's hot.

Thanks to the dude that commented on the below post. My first comment! I'm hitting the big time now. Look out, world!

I'm quitting smoking in just a few days. It is scaring the shit out of me. I'm starting to wonder if being at my dad's house is the best place to do that. But it's better than being here and being a dick to my friends.

Life is weird. I don't have much more to say about this topic beyond that. It's weird.

This is the most disjointed blog post ever, but I guess that fits with my steeeez. I can't believe I just said steez. I'm such a gangsta. After all, I'm the one that wrote the famed British bounty hunter verses on the single "Chardasaurus Rex," which is SO hot in the streets right now. I heard it on a DJ Clue mixtape the other day, boomin out some dude's jeep.

I will end this post with a brief anecdote. I was driving my 82-year-old godfather to Cup a Joe yesterday in his minivan, which I do not have good control over. He wanted me to park on the street right by the place so he wouldn't have to walk far -- dude is pretty feeble these days. I guess I cut it a little too close to the curb, because he shouted, "Shit, man, you almost hit that muthafuckin' pole!!"
I love that guy.