I’m in the middle of writing my big CMJ Music Marathon report, which will explain the good parts, the bad parts, and why I won’t ever buy a badge again. (Not that it was terrible, it just wasn’t worth the price of the badge).

I just got back from my cousin’s wedding reception at Truluck’s in Austin. It’s fucking good. And McP had a party at his house in our honor on Friday night. I have the best friends in the world. No doubt. Supergood times. Sorry to everyone that I missed. There will be a next time though, don’t fret. Whatever that means.

I have an official olive vendor. Check them out: Pickles, Olives, Etc. I’m more interested in the olives than the “etc”. But motherfucking olives stuff with garlic?!?! Hell yes. And have you ever wondered how many garlic stuffed olives it takes to constitute a meal? 18. At least that’s how many it takes for me to be full.

In other olive news, I went to a restaurant that served olive-stuffed olives. Wrap your minds around that one.

It takes 26 minutes to take a leisurely walk home from work at night. In the afternoon it can take 40 minutes.

It takes 15 minutes to take the subway to work in the morning (8:00-8:30).

It is exactly 2.5 blocks (1.5 street and 1 avenue) to the nearest establishment with “Texas” in the name. “Texas Smokehouse”. I haven’t trie it yet, but with reviews like: “How can this place call itself a smokehouse when not one single thing that I’ve tried has been smoked?” I have to give it a try.

The season finale of Weeds was really good. I’m liking that show more all the time.

Everyone should listen to Pablo.

AND - Fuck yes I’m going to the Blip Music Festival Nov. 30th-Dec. 3rd. You would (and should) too.