I think maybe I’ll bring a chicken to work tomorrow. A live one that clucks.

You know, it doesn’t seem like it was that many years ago that the threat of nuclear war was not a big fear anymore. The world lived with the threat for many years throughout the length of the cold war. I remember in the 80’s, it was kind of all over everything. It was the theme of music, movies, television shows…I even remember an episode of Silver Spoons where Ricky had a dream that he was the president and he got in an argument with the Soviet Union and they launched missiles at us and he had to decide whether or not to launch our missiles in retaliation. In the end, I think he launched them…but then things seemed to warm up between the US and the Soviet Union and the fear subsided. I can’t be too sure about the rest of the world, but it seemed that in the US, we weren’t as worried about it anymore…until now. India and Pakistan. North Korea. The Middle East. All these hotbeds of possible nuclear destruction, with not a small amount of it being aimed at the US. Not to mention the fact that I’m certain we have our own weapons. The idea of complete annhialation seems so far away and ridiculous, and yet if things get bad enough, it’s a very real possibility. It makes you wonder if, now that these weapons have been brought into existence, will we always have to live with this? Whenever relations get ugly between two nations, is the N word (Nuke I mean) going to get tossed around? Are we basically doomed to this paranoia now that the cat is out of the lead lined bag?

…at work again today. Lucky bastard’s probably at home sick.

If I cared ANY LESS about football, it would create a rip in the seams of the universe and everything would spill out and get all over the place. As it stands, however, the laws of physics will only allow you to not-care only so much. I bring this up because every Monday morning at work involves a lengthy discussion between my co-workers as to what happened in the wild wacky wascally world of football the weekend before. It’s just another one of those subtle little reminders that I will probably be deported one day because I am not a raging football fanatic. I’m sure that my lack of enthusiasm for the sport would probably hold up in a court of law as very concrete evidence that I am not, in fact, a Texan, and “probably not even an American, your honor!” Now, there’s nothing wrong with, you know, football itself. On its own, it’s just a game that actually does require some level of intelligence, and is a lot of fun to play with your friends (as long as there’s no pesky equipment to get in the way). But sports went beyond being “just a game” long ago. It’s franchises and memorabilia and endorsements and new stadiums with bigger parking lots and local governments clamoring for a piece and commercials and marketing and schools with out of whack budgets and ya ya ya. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go eat my tofu and do my ballet.

So Loaded Gun Theory made its FronteraFest debut last night, and what a debut it was. I think we were all extremely pleased with ourselves and with each other. I’m especially pleased, considering the sad state that our show was in last Sunday at the tech rehearsal. It was really cool having Dan along for an LGT ride…though the boy could stand to beat himself up less when he misses a line ;) I can’t wait for Big Goat now. All in all though, I’d say Little Goat can stand up on its own as its own little entity. Perhaps the 5 of us (Brandon the Leg Thrower included) will be drunk together some night and put it on for a captive audience. Of course, we’ll need a leg. Hmmm…