Music

I'm constantly looking for new music that I enjoy. Over the years I've found that if I like a band... most people haven't ever heard of them. Therefore, I've decided that every now and again I'm going to post some songs by a band that I really enjoy in hopes that I will introduce some good music to people who are looking for new stuff to listen to.

I'm sure some of you have heard of this band... they had a few top 40 hits back in the 90's.
Days of the New: Shelf in the Room



I was only able to find these two other videos:
Enemy
and
Touch, Peel & Stand

The band also has a MySpace page... which I would link to except that their page doesn't always work for some reason. (I'm assuming it's because it's MySpace)

They have 3 albums:
Orange
Green
Red

Sleep...

Ever since 10th or 11th grade I've had a habit of staying up late. As the years have gone by I've started going to bed later and later. It's not unusual for me to still be awake around 5 in the a.m.

As you can imagine, my sleeping patterns have raised questions in others' minds... and often times people will ask me those questions. "Why do you stay up so late?" "Why don't you go to bed earlier?" And so on.

Well, here's one answer to the question.

Yesterday, I got about maybe 2 hours of sleep. Therefore, I was quite tired last night so I ended up falling asleep somewhere around 11 in the p.m. Five hours later and I'm wide awake. Yeah... I woke up around 3:50 in the a.m. and can't fall back asleep. This always seems to happen when I go to bed when most people go to bed. Even though I was exhausted and didn't get very much sleep the day before I still managed to wake up way too soon.

So... now that I'm up, I think I'm going to continue reading a book and maybe I will be able to fall back asleep.

We'll see.

The Husband Store

A store that sells husbands has just opened where a woman may go to choose a husband from among many men. The store is composed of 6 floors, and the men increase in positive attributes as the shopper ascends the flights.

There is, however, a catch. As you open the door to any floor you may choose a man from that floor, but if you go up a floor, you cannot go back down except to exit the building.

So a woman goes to the shopping center to find a husband.
On the first floor the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1 - These men have jobs.

The woman reads the sign and says to herself, "Well, that's better than my last boyfriend, but I wonder what's further up?"

So up she goes.

The second floor sign reads:
Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids.

The woman remarks to herself, "That's great, but I wonder what's further up?" And up she goes again.

The third floor sign reads:
Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good looking.

"Hmm, better" she says. "But I wonder what's upstairs?"

The fourth floor sign reads:
Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking and help with the housework.

"Wow!" exclaims the woman, "very tempting. BUT, there must be more further up!" And again she heads up another flight.

The fifth floor sign reads:
Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak.

"Oh, mercy me! But just think... what must be awaiting me further on?" So up to the sixth floor she goes.

The sixth floor sign reads:
Floor 6 - You a re visitor 3,456,789,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at The Husband Store and have a nice day.

I Don't Get It

There are certain articles of female fashion that I will never understand (turtle necks being among them) but the one thing that women wear that I can't stand the most are those giant, clown-glasses that they all seem to think looks good.

Ladies... just because Paris says "they're hot" does not mean that they are.

Seriously. Go put those monster glasses on and then take a gander at your reflection in a mirror. You look like an old lady from the 80's. Take them off and get a pair of sunglasses that allows people to see your face.

Think for yourself... stop letting magazines and celebrities tell you what to wear. I don't care how many people tell you that those ginormous glasses look cute. They're wrong. They're hideous.