I'll be honest. I'm hoping that the title of this blog intrigued those who don't recognize the phrase and created interest for those who do. In fact, for statistical analysis, I am requesting that you vote for one of the following options when you comment so that I might know why you clicked to read this post. Even if you don't want to comment, you should still vote. So says I.
A) You are familiar with the band Thirty Called Arson
B) You were intrigued by the title with no foreknowledge of the band (yes, band)
C) The title had nothing to do with you reading this post
Okie dokie! For those who do know the band, fear not. I have a good reason for using their name as the title of this post. For those who don't, I'll give you a one sentence summary of the band:
They ruled, they played tricky rhythms and screamed lots, they performed in their stocking feet, and they no longer exist.
I was saddened today to realize that Wikipedia had no entry for this band. Then I thought, "Hey! This is Wikipedia! I can make an entry for the band!" So I did. It's very minimal as I don't know much about the band beyond the fact that I liked them. So, for all of you fans, if you can think of anything to add or edit about the article, either let me know or do it yerself. Neat.
Changing gears(somewhat literally), there's a spot on the road in Colorado Springs that typically gets clogged with traffic in the afternoon. I often find myself stuck in (and contributing to) this clog. I can live with that. What I can't live with, however, are the people who drive hundreds of yards up the shoulder so that they can turn right at the light which is still a ways off. Hey, jerks, there's a reason the shoulder is there. That's for cars with flat tires and over heating engines. It's for emergency vehicles. It's not for your convenience, jerkfaces. So, I do what any red-blooded American with a semi-alrming amount of internal rage would do: I pull three-quarters of the way onto the shoulder and maintain my spot in line in the right lane.
Boy, the looks and fingers I've experienced!
It's great though, because I usually get a grin and/or thumbs up from the law-abiding drivers around me. That and I serve a nice, hot, steamy pile of justice to those shoulder abusing mongloids.
They should be grateful to only have to wait for a few minutes. Things could be worse. They could be hit by the Quehenberger.
Squish!
Lastly, you know those people who dress up and knock on your door and invite you to church? You know, they usually worship something that's not Jesus? Mormons and assorted, lesser-known religions. You know who I mean. Anyway, here's a video of a couple of college-aged guys having some fun at their expense. It made me laugh, and it'll make you laugh too. It takes some time to get funny, but have patience. It's well worth it.
That's all for today. Don't forget to vote! A B C!