Some day I’ll get a better filter to fight comment spam on my blogs. As it is there is a word black-list which means if you type a word that is verboten, your comment won’t get posted. As a friend points out:

What it means is you can create blog entries about weird stuff like vaginal cream, but people can’t respond without having their comments deleted.

‘Till I get off my ass, that’s the way it’s going to be.

could you please stop making ads for “sex offender database” and “vaginal tightness” appear on my blog? (Of course this blog post is not going to help the matter.)

We all expected shit to go down at Jedi Mind Tricks. That blog entry could have been written once I saw them on the schedule. But Tilly and the Wall? Why all the commotion at the Cradle? Why does Jesus want me to fear for my life? Longtime readers of my blog will recall the cracked-out hobo I saved from a beating by the Prince Paul gang. Since then I have come to know that guy, Herman, as a major thorn in my side. He loves causing trouble when he is drunk or high but morals keep people from killing him because he is essentially harmless — even if one of his swings did manage to connect with you, I doubt you’d care. He shows up and after a brief altercation with me decides to yell at us from vis art. Common sense must have miraculously overtaken him for a moment as he leaves right before the policia show. Minutes later the fire dept. shows. Someone had tossed a lit cigarette in the front trash can, it caught fire, and Kevin had extinguished it. No big deal, but the cop that showed up had lingered and felt that the Carrboro FD needed some action on this rainy Thursday. Three fully suited (masks and everything) firemen get out of the truck. The wizened old timer pulls a sheet of paper out of the garbage can (a metal garbage can. on cement. ten feet from the building. not the largest of threats) and examines it. Another guy walks up with his own fire extinguisher and half-assedly ads his own token squirts to the already quelled problem.

Watching Tilly and the Wall on David Letterman was neat - they were so excited to see themselves on TV; the OMG’s abounded. By odd coencidence the next day Alejandro Escavedo was on TV after his set as well.

My phone is working again, for those who are keeping track of such things.

Somewhere between the exposed breasts on on stage and having to jump in the middle of a six person fight I spilled beer on my phone and it flipped out, so I may be out of commission phone-wise for a bit. Sorry, my peeps. About the fight: Since guy fights have rules I wasn’t hurt. You don’t hurt the guy trying to break things up. About the breasts: That must have been the proudest moment in her boyfriend’s life. I saw him; he got a front row view of the “huh-bub-bub-bub-bub-bub” style face rub one of the hip-hop guys did. All in all the Jedi Mind Tricks audience were a class act all around.

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Brian
I’ve never really thought of what I’d like to name a baby if it were a boy

M
Max

Brian
“Max Risk” sounds like a comic book character.

M
Jewish people often just name their kids after dead relatives.

Brian
“You don’t vant to name your child ‘Shalom-muckduck-shalom’? Vaht? It’s a poifectly good name! Ay, you’re killing me! ”

M
“Your great grandmother -may she rest in peace- will roll over in her grave if you don’t use the name of your late great grandfather. He came to america with nothing, nothing!”

And so on.

Brian
Maybe if the name were, you know, fucked up in that white-trash Americans can fuck up a name. “Bat-Ami” just needs an extra ‘i’ and… voila: Batamii. Now that’s Britnee-rific.

“Adiva” becomes “Adeevuh”.

Actually, “Adiva” is perfect to begin with.

“Aziza”, now there’s a palindrome I like!

Back to “Bat-Ami”: I think “B-Tami” would be a good direction to take that.

I’m trying that new make-your-own-search-engine thing from google.com/coop. Oh yeah, can’t forget the misspellings:

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paent
patnt
patet
paten
aptent
ptaent
paetnt
patnet
patetn
latent
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pqtent
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pstent
pztent
payent
pagent
pafent
parent
patrnt
patdnt
patsnt
patwnt
patebt
pateht
patejt
patemt
pateny
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I figured out the bug that was plaguing me for the past two weeks. It’s a bit nerve-wracking. You hope that you will figure it out, but there is the chance you never will. I was a bit paranoid about this when I visited Arica and Lance last weekend, but this week I just sat down and tried to take comfort in the fact that somehow progress was being made though no visible, notable progress was happening. Then –Ah!– I figured out the problem. It makes me appreciate chemists. When I have a theory as to why something isn’t working I just have to wait through a two minute build time. Each new route they try probably takes anywhere from an hour to a month to see through.

No I can enjoy the St8 Fair without any clouds.

1. Pet sitter
2. Slug catcher – UNC grad student needed slugs for research
3. Test subject – asthma research
4. Illustrator - Kerr Drug ads
5. Dish washer
6. Web designer – North Carolina Supercomputing Center
7. House Cleaner
8. Multimedia designer – web, logos, computer based trainings, horrible PowerPoint slides
9. Associate professor of computer science
10. Camp counselor at camp for developmentally delayed children and adults
11. High school math teacher
12. Ice cream store employee
13. Music club, general – bartending, security, mopping, “runner”, etc.
14. Life model
15. Computer programmer