Man, Sarahs gonna kick my ass for not updating after the big “John Mayer/Rodeo Extravaganza”. Yup, you heard it here first (unless you read sarah's website), John Mayer and the Rodeo. This was my first Rodeo experience, and it was wonderful! I don't think I'm a good enough typer to describe the experience completely enough. So here's my weak-ass sum-up: God speaking, Scotty (the pimp behind the magic) pimping in a pink shirt 2 sizes too small, 50 local teens trying to round up 50 stubborn calf's, an entrance in an SUV, an all to ancient jacket, an exit in a Ford F150 (or was it a 250?), loosing the car(I told you so), almost getting run over by two boys with a suburban equipped with megaphone.

I've been in an odd mood lately. Ive been listening to old Counting Crows... Really old Counting Crows, like Lightning, 40 years, Shallow days, and Caravan. I think it suits my mood. Its the end of the quarter and for once I don't have to scramble with everybody else. The down side is I can't do anything because by nature my job interferes with production. I feel like a fireman, sitting around the station trying to come up with something to do while waiting for an emergency.