John’s Crawlspace

In the apartment where I’m currently living, I have a “loft” style bed in my room that I built with my Dad. It’s bigger and not as tall as the bed in the example pic, but I suppose that information isn’t relevant. Anyway, at some point last night I was having this very vivid dream where someone was setting up booby traps for me, and I was narrowly escaping them. I woke up at one point and sat up in my bed. I must have still been half dreaming, because it dawned on me that my bed was actually some sort of platform attached to a wall above a pit, most likely bottomless or with Mortal Kombat-style spikes at the bottom. If someone would hit a switch, the bed would fold into the wall and I’d fall to my death into the pit below. Anyway, the reason I’m posting this story is because I woke up on my floor this morning. I remember climbing down from my bed at some point last night and then realizing it wasn’t time to get up for work, but it didn’t dawn on me until later why I was sleeping on my floor with a bunch of blankets and pillows. I have a futon in my room too, maybe that was involved in the dream as well? Who knows… I have a lot of strange dreams, but it’s not often that they have an influence on my actions… That I’m aware of, anyway.

Who sells condoms at a yard sale? Very strange… Maybe if you can pick up a pikachu at the same yard sale you can make a day of it?

Have you ever heard of psychedelic black metal? Me neither. I’ve gotta say it piqued my interest though, and apparently that is how A Forest Of Stars describe themselves. You can download their only release, “The Corpse of Rebirth”, here. I haven’t listened yet, so don’t be pissed at me if it sucks. I actually don’t like most black metal, so there is a good chance that I’m gonna hate this.

I went to see Dredg on Wednesday night. I’ve liked these guys for a while (I’d say 3-4 years) but never got around to seeing them live. They put on an awesome show – I was really impressed. They were opening up for the RX Bandits, who don’t get a link because they kinda suck. The majority of the people at the show were there for the Bandits actually, and soon after they came on I noticed a mosh pit forming. Not your standard punk show pit though… This was the friendliest mosh pit that I’ve ever seen (the least friendly mosh pit was at a Dying Fetus show). I’m pretty sure there was a rainbow coming right out of the middle of this thing. After the show, I was walking back to my car and for whatever reason I grabbed a copy of Philadelphia Weekly. To my surprise, the cover story was all about Camp Bisco. I had just gotten back from (my third) Camp Bisco two weekends prior. Anyway, I checked out the article online, and noticed that they used one of my videos from Camp Bisco on the second page of the article. Pretty cool. The article itself kinda sucks though… It makes Camp Bisco sound like a glorified drug festival of the worst kind (which I suppose it sort of is) and all of it’s attendees sound like drugged-out zombies (only half of them are, myself not included). What self-respecting festival goer pees on his own tent and then sleeps in it anyway?

I hate to admit it, but I text while driving… A lot. I’m damn good at it too. I’m actually better at it then I am at this game, which attempts to simulate it.

This guy has too much time on his hands, but the results are pretty damn cool.

That’s all I’ve got now. I’m super busy with work and don’t really have time to be posting this at all (I’ve been piecing it together slowly but surely over the past few days) but I couldn’t allow my site to go for a full month without a half-decent (!?!) post. Anyway, I hope to summarize Camp Bisco and Rothbury sometime soon. Have a great weekend.

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