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would have rather had a souvenir shotglass
May 17th
Even though Travis isn’t doing a Memoir Monday this week, I’ll pick up the slack and write about yet another spring break vacation that was oh so much fun. Â After awhile, I stopped even going on spring break because no matter where I went, it seemed to end in some sort of disaster.
I wrote the first one a long time ago when I started this whole blogging thing, so if you want double the Memoir on your Monday (as well as if you want to make fun of my writing skillz from awhile back) go ahead and click on that as More >
my css was done with a chisel and stone tablet
Apr 19th
Back in the day, after Compuserve but before Limewire, there was this website called Myspace. Â While it originally appeals to teens and tweens who were looking for a way to release their pent-up emotions unto the entire planet, it quickly also then appealed to skeevy types who are into teens and tweens, and then soon after attracted sexbots and camwhores trying to get money from the skeevy types.
Thus ended the hope that was Myspace, but not before giving birth to Facebook. Â And not like a real birth. Â More like Zeus giving birth to Athena. Â Facebook sprung from the forehead of More >
musical memoir monday – felmo is free
Jan 18th
It’s memoir mondays, where I still studiously refuse to capitalize proper nouns and post headings, and where once again I subject you all to old music that I found on an old hard drive.  So sit back, get a cup of fair trade coffee, let your goatee grow out, and feel the rageangst of a bunch of teenagers.
At the height of our popularity, we had oh, maybe about 100 fans, and I’m judging that by the number of CD’s we sold. Â Total. Â Go figure. Â Anyfame, this song was one of our more popular ones, probably because it contained the lyrics, “I’m bored, More >
memoir monday – really?
Jan 11th
Ever had a story that you really wanted to tell but you never managed to hit that narrow range of drunkedness where you felt comfortable enough to tell it but still could talk clearly? Â That’s why Travis created Memoir Mondays! Â No Jager needed!
Back in the fall of 2000, I started a collegiate career that would last me the better part of a decade. Â I loaded up the family van with my meager belongings and my family members for the not-so-very-long drive to Madison so I could move into my dorm room. Â I even got to drive the van! Â Woo hoo! More >
musical memoir mondays
Nov 30th
Here we are again, Memoir Mondays how I’ve missed thee. I’ve been thinking for the past month on how to describe this song. This is another one that we performed live, but it turned out well enough that we ended up putting it on our CD.
As is the case in about 95% of music, this song was about a girl. Not just any girl, but the one that our lead singer was in love with, who then ditched him for another guy, so the teenage angst was in full effect here. The funny part of this is he kind of More >
musical memoir monday
Oct 19th
Sorry Travis, but once again I will bastardize your Memoir Monday and turn it into something musical, mainly because it’s my blog and I can ruin your good ideas here if I want to.
Please don’t hurt me.
Last Memoir Monday, I shared with you the unplugged version of one of the songs from the band I was a part of in high school, Abuse Me Felmo. This next little ditty was originally recorded as a bootleg at a show, but we had it remastered and added to our CD because it turned out really well.
The funny part about this More >
musical memoir monday, felmo rises
Oct 12th
I’m going to partake in the Memoir Mondays started by Travis, but with a twist. That’s right kiddos, this is an Audio Memoir Monday. Heck, if you’re lucky (or unlucky, depends on if you like it or not) I’m going to replay an audio tune for you folks.
I was the drummer in a band in high school that was, well, decent considering we were all 17. We played a bunch of shows and were moderately popular and won a couple battle of the bands, but our sound wasn’t exactly all the rage to high school audiences who were way into More >
