Look ma! No hands!!!


i just got this email from b:

"so i realized while driving into work this morning
that the oft-used phrase "look mom, no hands!" must
have always been a humorous thing. i mean, if you're
doing something that would normally require hands,
wouldn't your mom be the LAST person who would want to
see you showing off your risk-taking when doing said
activity without hands?

or am i just talking out of my ass?"

Chuck Garvey


i'm madly in love with chuck garvey from moe. madly. hence the name of my page. chuck wrote a song and didn't have a name for it for awhile, so it became known as "assfinger" to the fans. but chuck didn't like that name for some weird reason. he's since named that song "bullet", a far cry from the coolness of "assfinger".

chuck is one of the most beautiful people in the world. granted this opinion comes from listening to him play amazing guitar and stage antics, but i feel as though i can deduce enough from that to know he is near perfect.

moe. played 2 small shows at the paradise back in december. before the second show, i went with lynn and br1an to t.anthony's for a slice. we're almost done eating, when i happen to look up and see that chuck has walked in and is ordering his dinner. i wanted so badly to go up to him, tell him i thought he was amazing and give hiom a hug. but all i could see in my head was me slowly walking up to him, him turning around to look at me, and me saying, "i carried a watermelon." it was a painful picture, and thus made me miss my chance to show chuck just how wonderful i am. we're still not together, and i know it's all my fault.

chuck...if you ever read this...i love you. please, look for me at the moe.down. i'll have a big smooch waiting for you.

sometimes i really hate my job. it's not the work i'm doing, because i love that. it's just the monotony. doing the same stuff day after day. sure, i get to do different experiments and test lots of various compounds, but it's always biology lab work.
what i really want is a job where i do something completely different every day. or at least every week. i'm sitting here at my desk, and this girl i work with just came over and asked me, "so, if i need solution A at a 10% final concentration in solution B, and i have 300mls of solution B, i need to add 30 mls of A, right?" "yes." "but, was i supposed to take out 30 mls of solution B first?" "yes. otherwise you no longer have 10% final of solution A." "damn. i just want this day to be over." it's a simple mistake, and something that is probably too obvious sometimes and that's why she needed to ask me, but come on. it's logic. and math. that made me realize i wish i had a job where i say around all day long and figured out math problems. then the next week, i'd get to do logic riddles. i guess that job exists, and it's called "school." i just wish that job existed so that i would be paid to do that.

i've been let loose onto the "internet". look out. no one is safe now. no one.

for reals.