Last night was definitely good times. Exhausted as I was I couldn’t say no to going out to see Throbbing Gristle with the Irish. After all one of them bought me a ticket, which I still have to pay back for, and they are a band I have enjoyed over the years. Of course I haven’t listened to them in far over a decade and don’t currently have any mp3s in my iTunes.

I had forgotten what good music it is. Unfortunately I forgot that they are fans of the single eight bar loop played over and over while Genesis P-Orridge sings some rather off the wall crap, and the occasional sound out burst from other samples or instrumentation. Perhaps it was how tired I was but I couldn’t really get into it too much, not enough to dance, only bob my head. All in all I’m glad I got to see them. Chalk yet another band off my list that I have to see before either they, or I, die.

I’ve created Daffy’s page on hatred. This means that her dog collar now has 100% legitimate information. Registered with pet link, collared, has a tag, now she just needs her rabies shots, which she’s too young for. Just need to watch out for those Rabbis or else she might get infected *g*

One final note. Seems a lot of my neighbors have moved, probably due to the bad economy and needing something cheaper to live in, but there are these Iraqi’s next to me. I was taking out some trash and as usual I let Daffy follow me, she’s not going to be able to get out of the apartment building. The neighbors opened their door for some reason and all of a sudden she was like “ooh! open door and no leash!” She charged in all tail wagging, low to the ground showing she wasn’t a threat and everyone in there freaked out and started jumping on couches. I couldn’t stop laughing at it because Daffy was just being a puppy and wanting to meet new people. Oh the joys of fatherhood.

As most people know, yesterday was the super bowl.  So went over to a friend’s apartment and had far too much pork.  I wrote about bacon explosion a little bit ago, and figured why not try it out on some unsuspecting friends?  That’s exactly what I did.  I have to say "explosion" is a great name for this product of pork.  I would go with "death" instead.  After consuming my slice I felt my stomach about to explode, a Xenomorph popping free and slaughtering my friends.  Damn it was tastey though.  Would have worked better on a grill.

Before anyone else could come over, a building two or three doors down, seemed to have caught fire.  I’m going to guess somene’s cooking didn’t agree with the walls and decided to pick a fight.  It was pretty sweet watching the firemen do their thing.  Running up ladders, carrying hoses and all that.  It must not have been a very big fire because it was all over within 15 minutes.  Firemen really do have a tough gig.

Then onto the super bowl.  What a game that was.  I was very shocked when the Cardinals took the Steelers towards the end.  Then in the last few minutes of the fourth quarter the Steelers went and did an incredible drive to win.  Down to the last minute.  Was exciting to watch the only foot ball game of the year that I ever watch.

Of course super bowl means commercials some were really god damn hilarious, I’ll only post two that cracked me up and we had to rewind on the TiVo a few times to witness a second, even third time.

For pictures of the fire and pork death, head over to my Flickr set.