God Awful Things

First let me quote something Garrison Keillor, “The best piece of pumpkin pie you’ll ever have is not that much better than the worst piece you’ll ever have.”  Pumpkin Pie is purely a nutmeg delivery system.. This also reminds me of a piece of advice one Sethly Seth, Manly Man gave me back in college [...]

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Alright, this is a list of 50 or so bands I have seen in my travels, I was recently informed that some people found it amusing, so I have revised it here with hot links and spelling errors fixed! The Iowa / Missouri / Minnesota Years _____________________________ 1. Wilco – Saw these guys in Ames, [...]

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When I was a teen in the Iowa countryside, it would be an understatement to say there was nothing to do. Especially if you didn’t really care to participate in any sports.  So my friend Steve and I did what any self respecting “alternative” teens would do in the 90′s… “Let’s start a band, man!” “Fuck [...]

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And now, another installment from the awarding winning series “My Flowery Youth”. When I first went to college I spent a lot of my time on IRC.  Now for you youngsters who weren’t on the internet back in ’95, let me tell you about IRC.  IRC stands for Internet Relay Chat, I imagine it is [...]

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This is going to be a more personal post than I normally do, so if you don’t want to hear about feelings and such, then I recommend skipping this. Consider yourself warned.   About 8 years ago as the end of college approached I was faced with two different paths.  I could move into Chicago [...]

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It is a well known fact that when asked what my “type” is, I am quick to respond “Pale and frail!” Obviously there are exceptions to any rule, but, it goes back to the early 90′s..  I was sitting there in Iowa, 12 miles south of Pleasantville watching 120 Minutes on a sunday night, when [...]

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When I was 19, I was kicked out of college for a year.  My grades weren’t up to snuff and a required year off was mandatory before retaking any of the courses,  along with attending some meetings that had a retarded name like S.T.A.R. or something like that. During that year off I went to [...]

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I spent 12 years of my life in Columbia, Mo. We called it soda, and according to this map, a county over and I would’ve been on of those hillbillies saying “Pop”, back in those days we had a lot of variety, Apple Slice, Mandarin Slice, Strawberry, Pineapple, who knows which ones I’m forgetting. Then [...]

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When I was living in Pleasantville, IA. there was this gentleman a grade or two older than me whom was a huge wrestling fan. In a weird way, pro-wrestling is like Santa Claus for teen (and older) men. The Spolans’ and myself were discussing whether or not we’d tell our nonexistent children that Santa Claus [...]

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