Kaw Snap

This is badass. And only $980. Oh wait, I don't have $980 to spend on a fully-posable, metal, robot toy. Dammit! It drops on Saturday. Maybe someone will get it for me for my birthday. http://www.kawsone.com/shop

It's Hot in St. Louis, Especially at an Outdoor Concert.

Wednesday night Dave Matthews Band took the stage at Riverport (or whatever it's called now) for three hours of shirt sopping magic. I saw DMB at Busch Stadium last summer, but before that it'd been several years. He still puts on a pretty good show. Hadn't heard much of his new stuff, so there were some lulls for me. Everyone else seemed to enjoy. The highlight was when they busted into Stairway to Heaven during Watchtower for the encore. Oh, and we were sitting in the third row (good work, Kemper). Didn't get much video because the security was being very, very strict - hot chicks couldn't even take pictures. So that was a surprise. 

Music aside, I don't think I'll ever go to an outdoor concert in the middle of the summer in St. Louis again. It was a sweaty mess. It's hot enough dancing around as it is. When you add temperatures in the 90s to the mix, you've got yourself one nasty case of swamp ass. 

The funny part of the show was seeing how old Dave's crowd is getting. I was probably around the median age. Lots of folks who've been listening for 10-15 years. I remember how sweet it was when Crash came out. I was a freshman in college. That was a long time ago. 

And in case you were wondering, it still takes an hour to get out of the lot at Riverport. So pack a cooler for pre- and post-show festivities. Cheers!

Is This Detroit?

Walking out of the office today to go grab some lunch, I saw a first for me in downtown St. Louis. Across the street, in the heart of the hotel and business district, four blocks from Busch Stadium, there it was in all its glory. A car without tires, up on blocks and/or rocks, loaded down with tickets was sitting in front of an expired meter. 

I guess the tires were the easiest part to sell (and remove). I couldn't tell if the stereo had been ripped out of the dash, but I'm guessing it was. I blame the recession. Times are tough, and cars are easy to steal. The best part is that I'm thinking this car is going to be there for a while. Without tires, it's going to be hard to tow. Today is day 1. Let's see if it lasts out there for a month ...

Quack-tastic Entertainment!

What do you get when you take a bus full of Branson's finest out for a free ride and give them scripts to act out under the watchful eye of an amateur videographer? You get pure comedy. As if the term "quack-tastic" isn't funny enough, making an older woman say it "with feeling" on a bus full of one-toothed wonders just makes the visual experience a clip that you have to watch over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. 

An Ode to the Commode

By definition: 

Shitteau (shë-tõ) (noun) An elegant and clean place for taking a dump. Most often discovered by surprise. A shitteau can be identified by cleanliness, choice toilet paper, air freshener or candles and a nice array of reading materials.

If you find a shitteau, enjoy it, especially if you’re on the clock. There’s nothing better than getting paid to take a shit. And now you have a word to describe the sanctuary you’ve defiled.