Too Much Mass

No,

I am not talking about Catholic religious functions, at least not yet. I am referring to a situation I ran into in the store about two weeks ago. I was in the process of purchasing the necessary supplies to do a little grilling. One item on the menu was beer can chicken. I was about to traverse the airplane hangar sized store to checkout, when I realized that I had bottles of beer as opposed to cans. No big deal right? Wrong. I wanted a six pack of beer, nothing fancy, to cook a chicken with. However, apparently, you can only buy six packs of tallboys nowadays, because 6-12oz cans just didn't cut it....those extra 24 oz make all the difference. You have to buy a twelve pack to get the 12oz cans. I think this is a travesty. What is next, you can only buy 50 gallons of gas at a time, you have to buy 2 gallons of milk at once, you have to order more than one bride from Russia. I just don't have the stomach for that kind of overkill. If you need to reach me, I will be talking on my cellphone/two-way/mp3 player/camera/plutonic laser/wallet/kitchen knife.

CRR

I Never Saw It Coming

For those of you that stay abreast of the Steak's blog, I would like to draw your attention to the most recent comment posted in response to the Wifebeater blog. A talent identifying his or herself with the pseudonym Muzzle Flash, has delivered an excellent addenum to the wifebeater post, so check out the comment, you can thank me later. Not a lot going on as of late, and I seemed to have temporarily lost my creative libido, I thought I would take the easy way out. I have decided to compile a list of songs that I have been consumed with as of late, along with some help from others, of music that some of the faithful readers may or may not know about. The list is just one song from the given artist, but can be listened to at amazon, iTunes, or something like that. So give it the thirty second listen, and you might like it enough to pursue it further. Without further adieu......

Everybody's Mofro

Where the Devil Don't Stay The Drive By Truckers

Wishbones Slaid Cleaves

Leaving Trunk Taj Mahal

Level The Raconteurs

Son's Gonna Rise Citizen Cope

The Banks of The Deep End Gov't Mule

Benzie Box DangerDoom

Crying At Midnight Seth James

See You In The Next Life 1100 Springs

Blues Deluxe Joe Bonamassa

Lawyers, Guns, and Money Hank Williams Jr.

This list will have to suffice until something pisses me off, or gets me interested enough to write about something other than what I think about at random times during the day. Any addenums to the list are more than welcome. If nothing else, it will give you something to look up on the internet while you are supposed to be working.

Whatcha Eatin??!!!!

Chutch

It's what's for dinner

I really can't stand animal rights activists. I could say so much on the subject, but for the sake of brevity, I have decided to focus exclusively on people who are opposed to hunting. These types of people generally fall into two categories. Some are vegetarians/vegans who are don't eat any kind of meat/animal products as a general rule. I can't even comment on this, wasting my energy of that is probably some sort of felony. Furthermore, the second group is the group that confounds and irritates me even more. On more than one occasion I have been approached with this scenario. The fact that I hunt, and enjoy hunting will enter into the conversation or discussion. Followed by some moron proceeding to tell me how cruel and awful it is to kill animals. Usually some ridiculous adjective such as "innocent" or "defenseless" is used to describe said animals. Which ultimately leads to the discovery that the other party regularly eats meat that they procure at the grocery store. Apparently, that meat is delivered to the store in a marshmallowy truck made from rainbows and poems driven by a fairy. Where do these people think that meat comes from? Apparently, as long as you don't put in actual work, i.e. hunting for the slow learners, the "innocent" and "defenseless" animal is not harmed in any way, and is magically transported to your plate by some method of molecular teleportation from an endless supply of imaginary animals. I will never understand it. The world is full of morons. Make sure when you get back from hunting to take extra gruesome pictures of the kill and be unapologetic about it, becuase we all have to eat.

Cigar

Read Error

Just a quick update. Recently the Steak's computer crashed, and a new hard drive is currently being installed. That sucks enough in and of itself. Not all the files, specifically not all the music, were backed up. Therefore, I will have to piece my music collection back together once the new computer gets back only from recollection and an extensive use of my time. Furthermore, my life was somewhat debilitated by this occurrence, which pissed me off even more. I couldn't access needed files for school, business, and of course I was left sans music while working. I was almost as pissed by the fact that I had become so dependent on this machine in my everyday life. Once the world all gets hooked up the huge computer grid, and it crashes on a large scale, it will be catastrophic. People will be so lost, and only those willing to resort to cannabalism will survive in the long run. Which leads to the next post....why I can't stand people who are animal rights activist, and specifically the people who don't care for hunting.

Cigar

Question of the Day

As received from my friend B....."Is a child a miniature adult, and if not, what are they?"

"Don't You Go Back To Him He's A Wifebeater"

Greetings to all the people who faithfully check this blog frequently, only to be cyber-space- stomach-punched time and again, becuase I have failed to post. I would apologize, only if you don't like it, you can create your own blog and write something to entertain the masses.

Today's topic is the wife-beater....the shirt, not anyone you know per se. The wife-beater is as enigmatic as it is functional. It some cases it seems the only choice of attire, and in others, an anathema. Who wears a wife-beater you might ask? The answer is simple: everyone. Men, women, young, old, slim, not so slim. How can something so simple, be so utilized? Well, sadly, I have no answer, what I have compiled is a list of the people that I have seen wearing a wife-beater in my lifetime. Some will be surprising, some not so....

People who beat their wife

Every white guy with a mullet on COPS, sometimes accompanied by cut-off jean shorts

Gothics - sometimes sporting the black wife-beater, so you know they are serious about Magic The Gathering

High School/College guys -the perfect way to show off all those hours in the gym. This is okay, I can handle this look, used to sport it myself, but the combo of the wife-beater with the hat with the bill to the side is almost too much. I should definitely find a way to inconspicuously sterilize those people, because we don't need more. And make more hats where the bill is straight

Old Men - old men always wear these as undershirts, which I don't completely get. I don't know what is gained from this. I really don't know what is gained from it when you tuck the wife-beater into the underwear, if someone can please explain what purpose this serves, please let me know

The punk chick who wears pink hair, 10 pound braclets, has 18 piercings, and doesn't care about anything, not even cool stuff.

People who beat their wife

Where does that leave us, and what is a wife-beater really for, I don't know. I wish I did. If anyone has any insight as to the origins/purpose of this seemingly widespread and well-loved clothing article, please let me know.

The Cool Of Functional

It has become apparent to me, that a man's life can be quantified by a series of events that happen to every man. It might not be as transparent as one would imagine. It is the steady and precictable evolution that occurs along a case-specific timeline for each man, and it does happen to each and every man. It is a subtle but not so ambiguous shift, not unlike the transition from dusk to dark. The solitary factor that seems to exculpate all men is embedded in the universal nature of the change. I am speaking of the slow shift from being cool to being functional, that rumbles on like a juggernaut with a mission that he is not sure why he proceeds at. But he proceeds. It starts off very young. My first pair of shorts were the coolest, why? Because they had no pockets. But at some point I had to resign myself to acquiring pockets to carry things around in that I "needed" This is only the beginning. I don't have the time to elaborate on all the intricacies that lie therein, so I will hit the high points. The high school and college years are spent with countless hours in front of a mirror trying with all one's strength to look cool. This can be seen with the amount of money spent on clothes and cologne. For the sake of brevity, I will convey the rest of the high points in list format, as The Steak is prone to do....

1. Undershirts are completely abandoned, any amount of chest hair show-thru or armpit sweat no longer is any concern.
2. Hair, or what is left of it, is not fixed, but combed, and any shape that results is acceptable, becuase looking in mirrors becomes loathesome and unnecessary.
3. Belts are replaced by suspenders
4. Suspenders are replaced by rainbow colored or bright red suspenders.
5. The daily attire consists of one piece short sleeve dickies coveralls, preferably in some shade of blue, and with a low neck for optimal breathability and chest hair sportage.
6. Shoes that must be tied are replaced by a combination of work boots ( to be worn for any occasion) or velcro shoes.
7. The ultimate, is when pockets and wallets are no longer enough, the man begins to sport a fanny pack, and this is the pinnacle of replacing cool points for being functional.
8. I have never seen it, but two fanny packs would be some level of functional that seems impossible, but I have complete confidence that the first man to pull this off, will take over the world, and promptly deposit said world in his fanny pack.

The Stop-Go

I have heard from various sources that the highway system in Texas sucks. Apparently there is a better way to access various places than the on/off ramp - feeder road system of Texas. I am not here to debate that today. What I wish to convey is my disdain for vehicular operators that fail to use the on ramp to garner velocity, also known as the stop-go method of driving. If a person doesn't use the on ramp to a major highway to speed up, then they should not be allowed to drive. There are several reasons for this. It makes that said person a danger to all parties involved, as the drivers already on the thoroughfare must decide if they should a) slow down and allow the stop-going moron over b)speed up so as not to be smashed into by someone stop-going there way into traffic c) move over a lane at the risk of being smashed from behind by some jack ass with no insurance d) in a torid fit of road rage, smash the car stop-going into the wall and save everyone esle the grief. None of these seem like great options to me. Furthermore, let us dissect the design of the on ramp. All of us have made an exit, then had to drive 2 miles only to wait at a stop light do a 180 and go 2.3 miles the other direction to get where we were going. The point of this is to allow cars to accelerate and decelerate when entering/exiting a major road. Therefore, if enough morons start to stop-go their way into traffic, we might as well not have the graded ramps and just have all exit and entrances at 90 degree angles to the road. This would alleviate the burden of having feeder roads, and all travel in cities would be simplified, except for maybe Austin, as everything would be on a grid, even the major highways. So if you see someone stop-going do them a favor and flip them off or throw cigarette butts at their kids and let them know that we could have made driving easier at the expense of speed, but we chose not to.

"If it ain't broke, a woman hasn't messed with it yet"

Kirk Cameron

What a Long Strange Trip Its Been

For those of you that are in the know, I borrowed that title. Now, without further adieu....

School ended for another year, and once again the genteelmen at 6118 hosted a modest get together. There were a couple of pinatas and some stone casts even managed to get stuck in a block of ice that had become frozen with a perfect trough in the middle of it for pouring beverages in. The shin-dig was a big hit, although we got moved inside around midnight, and it was extremely hot in the house. The night was full of many highlights, with my favorite being some guy that I didn't know, walking around and eating some 14 month old ice cream from our freezer straight out of the tub...fantastic. All in all, school is school, and I was just happy for a little respite.

I then went that next weekend to Doodle's wedding, all in all it was a great time, of seeing some old friends and making some new ones. However, it did become apparent to me, that I do find it somewhat discourteous to have a wedding transpire in any proximity to a usual mealtime...but hey, not about me. Saturday night after the wedding was a good time, and myself, the Delicious, Truck and some others went to the historic Blaine's pub in San Angelo. The band was average, but the fun started when we made a point to shoe polish doodle's ride convieniently located at the comfort suites on the way home. Truck and the Delicious set it off. There were several other "wedding cars" there, and someone had made sure and tipped the cops off, that many of the cars were ridin durty....and that one person even had the gall to drive a fake lincoln.....and the journey continued on from there.

I spent the next three weeks in Belcourt North Dakota, staying at the Skydancer Hotel and Casino, and working at the hospital in Belcourt, North Dakota. It was a great time, and I really enjoyed working there. Furthermore, staying at a casino was great as well, I got in a fairly good routine of going to dinner, and then going to play some blackjack. My buddy B who was with me, did win a friday night blackjack tournament, which netted him 300 dollars and an awesome Skydancer leather coat complete with intricately stitched on casino paraphanelia. So, many thanks to the people of the Turtle Mountain Chippewa Reservation. Also, we had a chance to visit the International Peace Gardens and did visit the Geographical Center of North America..probably the first Texans ever to do so. On the way home, we detoured over to see Mt. Rushmore, Black Hilll Nat'l Forest, Crazy Horse Monument, and the Badlands Nat'l Park, and Deadwood, South Dakota....all were fantastic, but I do believe that the Badlands were indeed my favorite....very nice....here are a few of the pics.


I followed the three weeks in North Dakota with two in Laredo, Texas...quite a contrast. Laredo wasn't bad, but I don't care if I ever go back there again, maybe there will be more on that topic later, but I doubt it, because I don't care enough.


Lastly, I am now back in San Antonio and starting my three weeks of summer vacation. I am stoked about that, and look to resume a more frequent blog posting schedule.

Thanks and good night,

The Steak Abides

Lake Fork

I need to write about the weekend that I had a few weekends ago, as I have not yet posted about it. Needless to say it was fantastic, and I have the pictures to prove it. I haven't been writing in the blog lately, because I have been jumping through entirely too many hoops as of late with this whole school thing. Anyway, The Steak headed out to east texas two weekends ago for a bachelor party of one Doodle Dynamite. Started off kind of bad, since I got stuck in Love field for several hours, luckily, they did have a bar, so I started the weekend off right. Chris picked me up and we headed out to lake Fork. The weekend was highlighted by several things which are as follows

1. Me catching the most fish out of everyone...14 of the 48, followed by the 11 that chris caught.
2. Bart almost beating up Doodle's soon-to-be brother-in-law.
3. Doodle smoking a great brisket.
4. Neil looking more awesome than anyone I have ever seen in the picture above.
5. Kelby doing the sweetest can opener I have ever seen while losing his wedding ring in his boxers.
6. Me being totally awesome


That is all for now, God save the king.

4X4 ing to the top

As promised, I feel a letter of concern is in need to address this topic. You have all seen them, the 4X4 trucks that have tires that are the size of a merry go round, thereby causing the truck to be at least 35 inches off the ground. This is an exaggeration for the most part of course (just for those of you stupid enough to think I was being serious). I have decided to address this in three parts....so here goes

The point of having a truck like this....
1. Who Knows, the point of the 4 wheel drive is to get you out of tough situations that a normal 2 wheel drive couldn't handle, so obviously, the best idea is to lift it 6 inches and put super swampers on it that are so heavy, the truck sinks in any kind of soft ground.

The Awesome benefits of having a truck like this...
1. Unbearably loud road noise any time you travel over 45 mph
2. The great gas mileage
3. The longevity it will allow you to get out of your vehicle

Reasons for having a truck like this
1. being a woman
2. fragile ego
3. mistakenly believing that this really does look "totally fu@kin sweet!!"
4. being an enormous douchebag

Have a good day, I will be posting on my fantastic weekend shortly.

Diesel McConkey

My Friend Hollywood (Top Photo) and Dolph Lundgren (Bottom Photo): The Same Person?

I felt the need to clarify who was who in the photos before I started, so as not to confuse anyone. I know what you are thinking....what is there to clarify, they are the same person. And, you may in fact be correct, as I too think that they are perhaps one and the same. I do not have a better photo of Hollywood/Dolph, but I guess it doesn't matter since they are the same person, for the following reasons...

1. The man in both photos can very effortlessly do the splits.

2. The patented scowl that says without saying things like "If he dies...he dies" and "I must break you"

3. The man in both photos struggles with the English language and is often hard to understand.

4. They look exactly the same.

5. When playing Mortal Kombat, they both get Sub-Zero every time, and always do the same finishing move.

6. Lastly, I have never seen the two in the same place at the same time.

There you have it, indisputable evidence, so if you see Hollywood/Dolph, give him a pat on the back or the wink and the gun and tell him "Good job in Universal Soldier" or "Rocky IV is the greatest movie of all time." He will appreciate it, and might not put you in the figure 4 leg lock until your bowels explode.

Until next time,

Dial'em In

Pat Garrett

News

Update: I have enabled the blog to allow non-members to post comments, so a username and password should not be required to leave a comment.

Wake Up With The King

I was going to write about big 4X4 trucks and the morons that drive them, but I had something else elbow and claw its way to the front of my brain, so it gets priority in this case, and don't worry, the other post will be up sometime soon. First off, I apologize for such a long period of time passing since my last post, I will do my best to keep that from happening in the future. The Steak had a fantastic weekend. Started off saturday morning with a trip to government canyon for some mountain biking, then a crawdad boil for the afternoon, and Aaron Watson and Jack Ingram at oyster bake on sat night. All in all, a fantastic day, much better than doing school work or chasing chickens....now on to the topic......

The Takeover of Burger King

As I was watching the new Burger King commercial for the french toast breakfast sammich, a very pecuilar idea was pointed out by my roommate Max Danger, and thus is the topic of discussion for this post. Por emplejo, (you are welcome KK), I know you have witnessed the commercial where the king attempts to push his co-worker off the construction work scaffolding suspended high above the ground after handing him his morning cup of coffee. Who could forget the king peering out from behind a tree to offer his compatriot the new meatnormous breakfast sammich to aid him in his chopping activity. These three things....two unbelievably fatty and unhealthy sammiches, and the consumption high octane "joe" at dangerous heights with an unsavory co-worker are the subtle ploy of Burger King to take over the U.S., one fat, lazy American at a time. It is obvious that the king is slowly picking us off in an attempt to take over. Which begs the question why? Why would the king lure us in, only to watch us waste away from high cholesterol and even higher expectations of a newer, even more unhealthy and meaterrific sammich. Sadly I do not have the answer....so get out your BeefSteak Home Detective Kits...because the first person to decipher this cipher will be sent one free autographed sixth grade picture of me, complete with glasses that are too large, braces, and a polo shirt buttoned all the way to the top.

Special thanks to Max Danger for bringing up this idea...furthermore, with the stress of school right now, all questions posted in the comment section will be answered, thereby allowing me to not have to think of my own topics for awhile.

The Gambler

BeefSteak...aka...The Steak

I feel it necassary and appropriate to unravel the profile heading of The Steak. Where did the name come from? How does someone get such a cool nickname? Why don't I have a sweet nickname like that? Why BeefSteak or The Steak and why not somehting like Kid Dynamite or Ole Baby Leatherface? So let me begin to deploy the explanation of the man, the myth, the legend that is the BeefSteak. Most self-appointed nicknames ultimately fail due to some attempt to make one's self seem way more sweet and awesome than they actually are. Therefore, as a friend to that person, one is obliged to dismantle this nickname with ridicule and unmerciful attempts to embarrass them in front of women. Many self appointed nicknames are usually something uber-gay like "Diesel", "Tank", or "Tiny". These are all good and fine, and even somewhat manly, but only acceptable to give yourself if you are a four year-old girl. But every once in awhile, someone gives themself a nickname that is so undeniably sweet and genius at the same time, that the earth takes a moment to stop spinning and give a tip of the hat to it. On a day when time stood still, I decided that I should have the nickname BeefSteak, and The Steak is also acceptable, if you are really busy, and need to save paper by using less letters. It was decided by all who were within earshot, and didn't immediately spontaneously combust from the atomic greatness of the whole ordeal, agreed that never a more superb nickname had been given to one's self. So, before you decide to give yourself a nickname, take time to reflect on it, decide if you have the cajones to step up to the plate and throw down one as sublime as BeefSteak. If the answer is no, then save yourself the pain of getting stuck with a gay nickname and a plummet of both man and cool points. If the answer is yes, I can give myself a nickname that is as good or better than that, then you are obviously a liar and delusional. Until then, the BeefSteak will sit atop his throne of pseudonyms, with a cigar in one hand, and scepter made of solid Steak in the other, sipping the nectar of the Gods from a chalice made of lightning and thunder.

Next Blog - Big jacked up 4X4 trucks and the morons that drive them.

Until Then....Light Fuse and Get Away...but whatever you do, don't Panic.

BeefSteak

Dynamite

Well, recently I have noticed several things about commercials that are on TV, which are as follows...
1. Apparently, only black people like McDonald's anymore.
2. Sweaty chicks are hot.
3. That whoever the genius is at Applebee's was that came up with that Gilligan's Island theme obviously doesn't have a TV, or watch the NCAA tournament, because I found myself hating basketball just because that commercial was on so much and surprisingly sucked worse every time I saw it.
4. Rabbits are silly, and Trix in fact, are for kids.
5. You can get a great paying job straight out of school by attending a six week course to learn a trade from your computer.
6. Lastly, that Tag and Axe body spray, which seem way to gay for me, would help me pick up women with little or no trying whatsoever....spray spray...and BOOM! Ladies all up on the Steak. I could probably combine the two into to one spray, lather myself up with it, and walk around and impregnate women simply by mouthbreathing on them.

Well, off to bed, long day of being painfully awesome tomorrow.

Seacrest.....OUT!

Crazy is as crazy does.

Today's topic is one that every knows about, but I think people tend to shy away from it all too often. The fact of the matter is, that women are all crazy, it just is a matter of time before you see the true craziness at some point. The following are a few examples from my own personal observations, as well as the observations of others....
1. The fact that a woman will wear a shoe that hurts like hell, but keep wearing it all day for the sake of who knows what, because no man ever looks at a woman's shoe anyway, and other women just say how great they are and then tell their friend that they are the most awful shoes they have ever seen as soon as they are out of earshot of the person with the awful great shoes. Which leads to point two...
2. Women, for whatever reason will act like they are best friends with an enemy when they meet them in public. No matter how much they profess to hate this other woman (usually they will refer to her as "trashy", "disgusting", or "slutty") in private, they are suddenly best friends who exchange phone numbers and pretend that they will call each other, to only further perpetuate the saga.
3. Women will exchange cell phone numbers with people they only see once every three years with no intention of ever calling. This whole phenomenon confuses me anytime people exchange cell phone numbers with someone they haven't spoken with in three or four years.
4. Woman think that any event, no matter how insignificant ("I just want everyone to know that the bake sale was a big success") requires some sort of announcment that needs to stop the daily lives of others and quiet everyone down.
5. The ability to cry over things such as a dress fitting too tight or hair getting messed up
6. That crazy woman voice they get when they greet one of their friends that they haven't seen in a while, and a while can mean ten minutes or 2 years, but you all know what i am talking about....the "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy girl, I haven't seen you in so long you crazy girl you." This is all said at least two or three octaves higher than normal speaking voice, and all the words are drawn out to emphasize that the other party in fact has not been seen in a while, and is crazy. The list is virtually endless, so look for follow up reports on this one, as daily interactions with women show new ways for them to be crazy that I never even knew about. Feel free to comment with any of your own ideas to add to the list, because it truly is never-ending

Keep Walking On Air

Dustin Diamond

Law? What Law?

I have seen a lot of news lately about the protests of the new immigration law. As it was explained to me, this new law will make aiding someone in entering this country illegally, a felony. I have been surprised by the uproar protesting this law. I have several problems with anyone having a problem with this. If you are not committing the crime, then you shouldn't care what the penalty is, and the fact that five hundred thousand people protested this law is D.C. alone, is an obvious indication that we need more stringent immigration laws. Secondly, the problem I have is that many illegals benefit from government programs, all the while not paying taxes. I will have to double check, but I am fairly certain if I don't pay mine, it is a federal offense. The most disturbing thing I saw were several signs saying "full rights for all immigrants". I have no problem with this as long as they are legal. If they are not legal, it is the same as saying that I should be awarded benefits strictly by arriving at a location, and illegally at that. Therefore, look for me to be launching my assault on a major leagues pitcher mound, and if I get to one, I expect a contract and all the perks that go with becoming a major league baseball player. That analogy is really endless, just insert a place, and if you can get there, especially illegally, you are entitled to the benefits of that place. So if you don't like your boss, just beat him to his office in the morning while he is telling someone else to get his coffee. Feel free to post any opinions on this, so I can tell you that you are a moron.

Goodnight,

Buck Strickland

So It Would Seem

That's right, The Steak's blog is going one week strong now. As I slowly began to spew knowledge out my mouth and justice from my nostrils, surely fire will be rained down on those who do not listen. I saw a stray dog on my way to school this morning. I always feel a little sorry for stray dogs, because they are like dogs, but without a home. I feel a little better if they have a collar, because then I can at least believe that they have eaten a decent meal recently. If they don't have a collar, I always want to give them something to eat, like a pb&j or some skittles. I have just been alerted that mofro is in austin on april 26th, so I will now make plans to attend that show. Anyway, that is about all for now, as I have been sidetracked by a possible mofro show in the not so distant future, and don't have anything to update, as it is early in the day. Except for this...my uncle Randy, who is 50, currently has a 23 year old girlfriend....so big up yourself uncle Randy, and keep up the good work.

The man with the brass ones,

Tom Joad

The Lord's Highway

Well, all in all it was a good weekend for the Steak. Friday night there was some good basketball games on, which kept me from having to go out and socialize with people, so that is always acceptable. Saturday was a beautiful day, so beautiful in fact that I didn't go outside until after dark. Saturday night, went to see Chris Knight, the opening band was Pinmonkey. Both bands were outstanding, apparently Pinmonkey has been creating a buzz for quite some time in Nashville, which is why I haven't heard of them, but were a very good band, with a tight country sound, and great harmonies. Chris Knight was excellent as well, I have been a fan since my early college years, but had never had the opportunity to see a live show. The set was great, mainly because he is such a good writer and doesn't really have a bad song. The only downside was that Guy Forsyth was in town as well, so I had to miss that show. I highly recommend any of those three bands if you have the opportunity to see them. The cover is usually about ten dollars, and well worth it...or you could spend sixty bucks and go watch kenny chesney prance around and sing pop music's newest hit songs, which is the same as using sixty bucks to wipe your butt...but hey, what do I know, I am not famous. Well that is all for now.

Keep On Keepin' On

Sincerely, Mike Seaver

Can You Dig It?

Not alot going on today, which apparently is becoming the recurrent theme in my life. Since I am twenty five, it is still only mildly depressing. However, the other day I did happen by a radio program where someone was shamelessly plugging the need for America to have socialized medicine, as if this would somehow fix all our problems. Anyone who really thinks this is a good idea, feel free to post a comment on why it is so great so I can mercilessly dismantle the thought with the precision and cunning myself. Other than that, not too much has caught the Steak's attention as of late. I did watch the movie History of Violence, which was okay, but not near as good as I had hoped it would be, perhaps more violence or more history would have made it better. Well, that is all for now, have a long day of changing people's lives through dry humor and achingly obvious jokes tomorrow.

Currently listening to - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club....good band

Until next time, always remember that they have a chance till I pull the trigger.

Mad Steak Disease

Well, it has been awhile since the last post, as the Steak has been incapacitated due to mildly severe bouts of stomach virus. That's right, haven't been sick in a good long while, but it hit mid-afternoon on sunday, and I am still in a slight post-sickness slump as of now, but alas, even when your pants are on fire, you should keep on dancing. Not alot going on, nor do I have anything that has troubled me too much lately. I am busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest at school, and will be for the weeks to come, and sadly, school tends to make it difficult for me to reach my full literary prowess at times. So, I will leave you with this...

The Steak's weekend schedule

fri. - school all day, and an uneventful night of sitting in my recliner
sat. - lab work by day, chris knight concert by night www.chrisknight.net
sun. - church in the am, lab work in the afternoon, and family guy in the pm followed by a chat with chris

I will keep you posted on the details....and always remember, when you ask yourself why....the answer is always "because that is what Cody Ender would do"

The County Line

Bruce Robison played a free show at the County Line tonight, sadly, I had to miss it due to some work that needed to be done. The new cd is out april 4th, should be a good one.

Quite Frankly

I used to enjoy the title saying until I saw that ESPN gave that clown stephen a smith his own show with that very title. Apparently, he didn't get the memo that when in a discussion, volume does not equal being right, therefore causing him to make an unprecedented amount of asinine comments, that usually are only backed up by more yelling. I decided to try this approach in day to day affairs, I was shocked that in reality, people aren't as receptive to this novel idea of communication. That is all for today, have to go to school and get some work done, and my fingers would get tired of typing all the things about stephen a smith that are ridiculous, and quite frankly, I don't have time for that right now. Thanks for playing, Doogie Howser M.D.

"And the diamonds how they sparkle, in the lights of Loving County"

Music, music and more music. Sadly, music today sucks, and I hate it. I am not talking about good music of course, but most of you don't know anything about that. The majority of people I meet define music as what they hear on the radio, which is a travesty at best. The current dismemberment of music is spearheaded by such fantastic artists as ashlee simpson and kenny chesney, two cultural icons who, the former, couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, and the latter is the poster boy for being in the right place at the right time, by somehow getting a music deal with the same talent that most aspiring eighth-grade talent show performers possess. That is all for now, as I am sitting in a lecture that makes me wish I could somehow light my own butthole on fire to get out of it, and I must use all of my resolve to focus on the task at hand, which is creating the perfect NCAA bracket to win me enough money to buy the minutes of my life back that I have lost to this current lecture.