I'm not saying I don't like my job. I do like my job. It's a good job, bordering on great. For gods sake, they give me as many starlight mints as I can cram into my piehole (arguably "Starlight Mint-hole"), and a constant supply of Diet Coke. It's heavenly, in a saccariny (is that a word?) kind of way. But right now, there's a Green Day show outside the window of the class I'm taking (paid for by the company - another perk!), and I was just thinking that the job satisfaction of a guy who gets to stand on a stage and have thousands of people sing along is going to be pretty damn high. Way higher than mine (even given that I love my job*), regardless of the amount of fresh fruit I get. There's only so far free bananas can take you.

(Aside - Green Day just finished playing a cover of "I fought the law" and now they're playing "We Are the Champions." And as happy as I am to see people paying respect to Queen, I'm not sure how I feel about this. On one hand - huge. On the other hand, (a) it wasn't Flash and (b) they didn't seque into it from a rendition of Another One Bites The Dust, so really what's the point? Also - why don't I have a bunch of Queen albums on my iPod? I'm such a jerk.)

Since today is a nice day, I'm using this as an opportunity to listen to summer music. Unfortunately, this might be the last of the summer music until next spring (man, I'm psyched for spring. I don't think I've ever dreaded a winter more than this one coming up. For a bunch of reasons, I suppose, all of which are good ones. First of all, winter sucks huge donkey dong. Secondly, I get depressed in the middle of the winter, and I'm really happy now, and have no interest in losing this feeling that all is right with the world. Also, winter is cold, which summer is not. Very little about winter I'm in which I'm interested. Since I"m an adult, Christmas no longer has the same hold on my imagination. The only thing to look forward to in the winter is my vacation. Which these days I have to pay for. Everything sucks), and I'm going to make the most of it (remember now, we're talking about the music). So today it's Sublime, and Op Ivy, early Janes Addiction and old school hip-hop. I don't know if Queen qualifies as summer music. I think it's more fall music, so I have a couple of days to get my music collection in order.

The aparment. Had a party the other day. It was a good time, but I realized that I have WAY more male friends than I have female friends. I think the ratio is 0. Or possibily infinity, depending on who's on top (a frequent point of debate, I understand). On the upside, we made up for it by enormous amount of beer consumption. Which, unforunately, is going to pale in comparison to the consumption that will be goign on this weekend, when we head out to midtown for a party of a friend of mine who is having a kegger. I didn't realize that those were even possible in Manhattan, always figuring that being able to afford the amount of space required to keep a keg automatically meant that you were past the point in your life where a keg party was appealing. I'm terribly glad to be proven incorrect, as I so often am by my friend Kara (who has made something of a hobby of proving me wrong, on an assortment of my beliefs, including "I could get any girl I really tried for" and "I know how to properly address the set up of a living space" A good friend to have, that. I think).

I hear it's going to be Asian themed (the keg is going to be Kirin, cans of Tsingtao will abound, sushi and wasabi peas for all). I fully intend to head out to Pearl River (or Great Wall, or whatever the fuck it's called these days) to pick myself up a pair of those Chinese acrobat pajamas to sport at the party (no one seems to know what I'm talking about when I use this phrase. I have a very specific thing in mind here, and you'll just have to wait for the pictures). Of course, Kara's friends are (much unlike my own) decidedly not a bunch of jackasses. So I'm a little concerned with the way I'll be recieved at the shindig. But only a little, and certainly not enough to not dress like a schmuck. I'm kind of psyched, really.

Alright, that's it. I got to get home to play some super monkey ball soon (god I love the fact that I have a projector). Love to the kids -

ken * Can you tell I recently told my boss about the site?