Wednesday, December 13, 2006

B.O. on the Bus

Music: My Chemical Romance, "Welcome to the Black Parade," The Black Parade

I used to be pretty much a folk-singer-type since I went to college. When I was younger, I liked Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins, Everclear and other music of that ilk. Then, as I got into high school, I started listening to A LOT of Dave Matthews Band. That turned me onto artists like Ben Harper and Jack Johnson. I saw Mason Jennings in the winter of 2001, and he became a huge favorite. David Gray... I could go on, but I won't.

Lately, I've been searching for stuff that rocks but is still melodic. Stuff that brings some energy but isn't cookie-cutter, emo-pop, fake punk stuff. I mean, I actually really like All American Rejects, but once you've heard one song, you've pretty much heard them all.

I really like MCR's new album. The first time I heard it, I was a little scared. A concept album about death will do that, I guess. And the first time I saw the video for "Black Parade," I felt a little uncomfortable, yet it was so good.

Overall, it's quite a move forward by this band. I haven't purchased the CD yet, but you can stream the entire album at For now, that's where I get my fix when I need it.

Athlete: Jeff Cirillo, 3B Minnesota Twins

Jeff might be old, but he can still hit a little, specfically lefties. He's a good option to replace Punto when he's hurt or terrible by April. However, he pales in comparison to the athlete of the decade, Tony Batista. Remember when Cirillo was a star in Milwaukee? You don't? Oh, that's right, it was a long time ago.

Body Odor and Public Transportation
A while ago, I was riding the bus around the city as a means of getting to my ultimate destination. Near me was a guy wearing a jean shirt (yes, a denim shirt, popular circa 1997). Denim shirt guy had some stank B.O. I mean, I wasn't close to him, and it was some serious odor. I could smell it as if my nose hairs had gotten tangled in his pit hairs. It would put The Beast to shame. It was that bad.

Mr. Levi Strauss himself then pulled the signal cord and walked up to the front of the bus. He put his arm up to hold the bars overhead, as the bus was still moving. This was all very unfortunate for the older, heavyset gentlemen sitting directly underneath the Pit. In order to relieve himself, that man put three fingers over his nose, fingers pointing up. Imagine the face you'd make if you smelled this smell---that's the one this guy made. He held that pose for the next 30 or so seconds before Stanky could get off the bus. He didn't move, even though there was plenty of room. I don't know why, but he took the stench.

It was probably the funniest thing I've seen on the bus.

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