Of Cacti & Goblins

I am, without question, the worst blogger (yuck) of all time. I think I've neglected this thing for over a week now. no good, friends, no good at all. Despite my not writing anything for a while, I have been doing things. Actually, I've been busy as fuck. Because fuck is really a busy dude. Anyhow, my friend Shannon, also known as one of the few people from high school that I still communicate with, stayed at my house for the past week, while looking for a job and an apartment in LA. I am unbelievably stoked about the summer adventures that will ensue with her being here.  Mostly we've been drinking tea and going cactus shopping.

Yes, I've begun a cactus collection. Perhaps as a substitute for a pet. A little less cute, but significantly less cleanup required. Here are my super fucking adorable cacti.

Also during Shannon's stay, she introduced me to the pure hilarity that is Wizard People, Dear Reader. The entirety of the first Harry Potter movie, narrated in the best possible way. Snape is always referred to as 'she,' while Ron the Bear and good old HP chill in class with 'what the fuck type expressions.' This blog won't allow me to embed an of the videos (copyright or some shit), but I highly reccomend watching this chapter. "Oh shit, nerding out on Harry Potter," you say. Yeah, I've got a fucking blog, which should act as definitive proof that I'm a huge nerd, even without that wizard reference.

Speaking of wizards, well, actually not really, because I'm speaking of Goblins. Orange Goblin to be exact. I saw Orange Goblin at the Troubadour the other night, along with some other sweet bands: Sasquatch, Naam, and The Gates of Slumber. The show was ridiculously good, especially Orange Goblin introducing themselves: "We're Orange Goblin, and we're here to play you some heavy fucking metal." (In a british accent, of course).

turns out the iphone isn't the best tool for pictures at shows, but it is by far the most convenient and will continue to be my go to. I cannot even begin to describe how sore my neck is from this show. Bangin' of the head is the only dancing I do sans two buck chuck.

And with that, I bid you adieu, and wish you all the heaviest wednesday night of your lives.