Come on, fhqwghads

So today, my dad was mowing the lawn like he does about every other day, and he stopped to sharpen the blade because it was leaving patches of uncut grass behind.  In the process of tightening the nut after replacing the blade, he slipped and nearly cut his finger off.  Ow.  So he went to the hospital and got stitches, and 3 hours later he comes home and resumes mowing!!

As I hear the mower start up, I think man, I should probably go out there and finish the lawn.  But my dad is stubborn, and I figured there was no way he’d actually let me do it.  A little nudging from my mom convinced me to offer anyway, and he didn’t even put up a fight.  I know my dad, and the only thing I can figure is that must have hurt like a son of a gun for him to let me do it.  Or something.

Anyway, I haven’t mowed any lawn in..... well, I have no idea how long it’s been.  Three or 4 years, easily.  So it was actually kind of enjoyable, in a character-building kind of way.  And you really appreciate things like a swimming pool a lot more after you’ve done something like mow the lawn.

Speaking of awesome music, I so should’ve included the new album by The Postal Service when I ordered a few CDs the other day from amazon.  Mark had been saying how good they were, but I hadn’t heard them.... then the day after I place my order, my brother is like "Yo, check out these Postal Service mp3s."  And they rock.  They’re like nintendo sound effects mixed with other weird stuff mixed with nice pretty melodies and action-packed storytime semi-lovesong lyrics.  You can download an mp3 of "Such Great Heights" on that site; it’s a good one.

I am thinking it’s a sign, that the freckles
in our eyes are mirror images and when
we kiss they’re perfectly aligned.
And I have to speculate that God himself
did make us into corresponding shapes like
puzzle pieces from the clay.
True, it may seem like a stretch, but
it’s thoughts like this that catch my troubled
head when you’re away, when I am missing you to death,
when you are out there on the road for
several weeks of shows... and when you scan
the radio, I hope this song will guide you home.

Come on people, that is emo 9000 right there, you gotta love it.

So in closing, I’d like to say that my 2 favorite song titles of all time are:

1. "Making People Apologize for Accusing You of Things You Actually Did," by Shai Hulud, and

2. "Like I Care," by Helmet.