The Next Chapter

Hang there readers, what's up? How ya' doin'? Oh, I'm sorry to hear... It's weird, but that's how things are right now. It's like, half of the people I know... miserable and depressed. And the other half... Estatic and bursting with life... It's really annoying, because those of you who are exceedingly happy, are making our side worse... But okay, let's stop being moppy, and explain shit like a decent blog (HA! My blog, a decent blog... HA!)

Ugh. Well... It's like this. Sunday I wanted to go to a concert. Cage the Elephant AND The Airborne Toxic Event were playing. Now, I'm not too huge a fan of either band, but seeing as how they're both up-and-coming bands, and playing together for one show... So I was pretty excited about it. HOWEVER I couldn't find a sub. I've been looking for subs for damn near a month now, but this ONE day... not a damn person wanted. I did have a sub set for it, but he pulled out before the cottage trip. And then another person said she'd take it, but didn't want to work till close...

So I finally just sucked it up and decided to come in... I've missed concerts before, and it sucks, but I get over it and life moves on... But this one was different... See, I worked my shift, and as expected, it was very, very dull. And then I got home ate, milled around the house, then hoped online. Of course, I checked my Facebook, and just left it on to potentially chat with peoples. And come about 1 in the morning, I know all those guys who actually got to go were coming home. So, they of course jumped on Facebook for a few seconds... and the feelings were unanomous: "It was the best thing they'd ever experienced in their lives ever"... fuck. And then they went on to tell me that not only did they get to meet the bands, but they alos got shit signed by them!... FUCK!!! And most of the people that went knew very little, if any about the bands... FUUUCK!!! So, after I read all of that, I had to get angry about missing the show all over again... It is BULLSHIT that the one show I finally sucumb to missing, everyone praises as god-like... Maybe, I'm just being childish, but that pissed me off... and it still does now!

So, that doesn't make me all to happy. But there's more... You see, most people I know (now I say most, because the rest don't talk about their feelings anyways, so they don't count) feel comforted by me in some way, and are willing to open up with me about all of their feelings etc. etc.. Now, I feel a few different ways about this. 1. I'm honored that people feel safe enough to tell me anything, and find my answers and solutions pleasing. 2. However, listeneing to everyone elses problems occasionally sends me bleak images of hope in the world around me. And finally 3. People expect too much out of me because of this. They see me as the nice guy who will drop everything for a friend at a moments notice, and when I don't, or when I can't... OH MY GOD, HE'S A FUCKING MONSTER! I HATE HIM! I WISH I NEVER KNEW HIM! HE'S A PIECE OF SHIT, EVEN THOUGH I'D NEVER REACT THIS WAY TO ANY NORMAL HUMAN BEING... BUT FUCK HIM!!! And, I'm sorry, but it kinda blows that I can't even slightly break character without getting the third degree from people... So, anyways, I've been talking with select peoples about their... positions in life right now, and it's some of those problems where I'm next to powerless in it. I mean, sure I can listen, and be there as support and voice my opinions and such, but when it comes to getting results... I hold no stock in that. I can't jump into other peoples lives like that...

And of course, I have my own crap happening inside my own life, where, I likely shouldn't feel as bad as I do... but that doesn't stop me from feeling bad... ya' know? What I really want to do is have a little power. A little choice in the matter. Not really, a vacation per se, but just some time to myself, where I can make all of the decisions and do what I want to do. Go down the list and actually check things off. Get some stuff done. Or maybe I'm just going crazy...

Sun. Music... And Beer. Only In Wisconsin

So, now that the up north trip is a thing of the past, and we move ourselves onto the next big chapter of the Summer. Summerfest. Now, I've lived in Wisconsin my whole life, so It's never really clicked with me (at least not fully), But Summerfest is the WORLD's largest music festival. Let me repeat that. The WORLD's largest music festival. Right here in my own backyard! That's pretty frickin' cool... So, my first step at having a fun time at Summerfest: Pick out some totally awesome bands to see, and make sure I get off work accordingly. Now, getting off work is never the easiest thing for me (mainly because my coworkers are douches... but in all seriousness, they sub for me all the time, it's just that they hardly can when I really need them to). But I got off for the entire up north trip, and all but one day for Summerfest (I'm gonna miss Cage the Elephant and The Airborne Toxic Event. Saaaaaaaaaaaad Faaaaaaaaace!) Okay. Thursday. Summerfest opening night. 10 hours waiting. Micheal Jackson died. So did Farrah Fawcett. And Then. Rise Against (with a side of Rancid). Now, I've seen Rise Against perform live before (two years ago at Summerfest) and actually got to meet them before the show. I loved them live the first time. It was my very first concert ever, and I had such an amazing time jumping around screaming my head off and just fogetting myself for a night. Thursday's show however was a whole new ballgame. You could tell from the second Rancid stepped onto the stage. I personally am not all that big a fan of Rancid, but I figured a nice punk rock show would just be fun. I would have had a lot of fun too, had it not been for a few select, aptly nicnamed, people. First person in the "unfavorable" crowd: Crazy White Bitch. Crazy White Bitch sounded like a howler monkey. She was crazy. She had a fun time bouncing everywhich fucking way hitting everyone, just screaming (and I mean screaming) all of the lyrics. Crazy White Bitch also had a friend: Redneck Addicted To Ritalin. Redneck Addicted To Ritalin didn't have as much of an screamo thing going on, but he too was annoying and yelling all the words. He was also a lot more violent. Both of them were bumping into people, but he was throwing elbows and fists, and threatened to start numerous fights. I took at least three, almost full on full punches from him, but couldn't really 'retaliate' without getting myself kicked out. So I rolled with the punches. I also got some pink lemonade splashed on me when a dude [who we actually liked, and didn't mind him stnading with us in the crowd] jumped down of the bench he was standing on to push Redneck Addicted To Ritalin off of his girlfriend. The next group of annoying people: The Beached Whales. Wow. These 'ladies' defied every law of physics to squeeze themselves all the way up to the front last minute. Okay, Beached Whale #1. She was dumb. Well, all of them were dumb, but this one took the cake. As she told us many, many times, she was 26, an we weren't. We were all kids, and she was 26. She was 26, and we were just children. We are 12 or something, aaaaaaaaaand she was 26. She is a fan of Rancid, because she's 26, and deserves to be there more because of this. Beached Whale #1 also was one of the Beached Whale clan that said Rise Against was a pussy band (lol). Beached Whale #2 was the only Beached Whale that stayed for Rise Against. She, although not AS old as Beached Whale #1, was still older and more mature than everyone else and deserved to be there more... Somehow... Apperently, this particular Beached Whale was elbowing Kiwi in the dick for all of Rancid's set. So, in an act of peaceful protest, Kiwi was throwin' his knees into her back for all of Rise Against's set... Oh, sweet vengence! I also took vengence on Beached Whale #2 when I finally dislodged her from front row and sent her flopping about behind us. The other 2 Beached Whales didn't do much personally wrong and/or annoying, but were still fat and poorly dressed for their figures. As well as dumb as stumps. They also made many audible whale sounds... The sadest part too was watching the change from when they first pushed through, to when they realised the were out of the water and started thrashing about... And, of course, the Rise Against show was AMAZING! This was by far my greatest concert ever (granted I can still count how many shows I've seen with only my fingers). I was front row, dead center. They played all the hits (Songs off of their new cd, popular songs, FAN favorites) plus a few songs that you knew threw the audience off, because only the true fans would even know them (like stuff off of their first cd etc.). The energy was immense, and everything was just spot on. PLUS, as if the show itself wasn't awesome, we stuck around for free stuff thrown off the stage (sad to say, I came out empty handed. Emily however got a pick). However, we still stuck around because the band was standing by there bus not far from where we were. And Tim came out to greet us, topless no less. So I gave him a hug and had him sign my ticket. So... that was pretty AWESOME!!! Then we took the shuttle home and walked back to my house. Emily got her car and left, whereas I went inside and tried going to bed. I ended up tossing and turning for almost 3 hours. It turns out Redneck Addicted To Ritalin hit my back harder than I thought, because I could just not get comfortable with the pain. So I took some ibuprofen, and that knocked me out right quick.
The next morning, I had a hard time getting up, but I finally forced myself to get up and get in the shower. I then ate, got my stuff for my free enterance, and Andrew and I left for Summerfest [again] (although he didn't go to RA... I'm pretty sure this is the first time I'd ever waited entire days for 2 shows back to back. So Andrew and I held the places and Kiwi should up around 4 after he got off of work. Both Kiwi and I decided to splurge on food the second night. I got myself a chicken strip basket with fries and he got a burrito. My chicken strips were pretty ballin'. Maybe not the best I'd ever had, but they had Sweet Baby Ray's barbeque sauce and I'd been cravin' some chicken strips for a few weeks now. Kiwi however, wasn't all too satisfied with his burrito. First off, the thing was $7, when in reality, it was probably a $4 burrito. But hey, it's Summerfest, you should be expecting to pay that much for food. However, he also added guacamole to it, which ran him an extra $2. So that was really gay, and cost him damn near $10 for a fucking burrito... I felt kinda bad though because I had suggested it to him in the first place... It also didn't help that they did a shitty job making it. So Anyways, we continued waiting, sitting through some truly awful bands. The only bright spot in the music during the day, was the lead singer of one of the crappy cover bands... She was hot. No. REALLY HOT. My God. She was wearing this super tight black shirt with no bra so you could TOTALLY see her nipples, plus she had on a pair of those tight as shit volleyball spandex shorts... SPLOOG! She was hot. And she signed my chest. So, finally. It was time for The Offspring. This too, was also a really good show. The lighting was pretty cool (bands usually don't bring their whole lighting set-up to Summerfest, but the had their whole backlight thing set-up. It was pretty awesome). They had a nice stage presence. And they even brought out a piano (piano = teh pwnzr). However, this show, like them all, had it's douches. First off, right before the show, a bunch of people shoved their way up to the front. The first group, we really didn't mind that much. A few chicks who were kind, and grateful, as well as pretty cute. So they're in, but then these dumbfucks brought themselves up there (note, we let the chicks in willingly, these guys pushed and shoved where there was no room). Two out of the three guys were okay. They were just fans there for an awesome show. The third guy was a fuckinf dick! He was totally drunk and wouldn't stop fucking shouting and saying he was gonna mosh. Okay, Summerfest steges have metal bleachers... no one's gonna be moshing moron... And of course he weaseled his way to the very front, and I tried my best not to crush a few little kids to death. But the music was good, and they played a lot of their strongest tunes. Plus, and this is one of the coolest things in my opinion, they kicked off the show with the song "Stuff is Messed Up" because this was a stop on their Shit is Fucked Up Tour. AWESOME! Shit truly is fucked up... Plus they had a really weird intermission that involved a giant inflatable army man, and a few techs with hidden talents (dancing, juggling, pogo, blowing bubbles...). So yeah, that was a fun time. After the show we met up with Maddie and the Pfieffers. They too went to The Offspring, but came at like 9, so where far, far to the outside (whereas we were front row bitches!!!). So we all rode the shuttle bus back home, and Maddie was gracious enough to give us a ride from the stop, back home. However, I was smart when I got home. The first thing I did was pop an ibuprofen. I slept like a baby. Well, I slept like a baby until I had to wake up 5 hours later. I had some waffles for breakfast, then trucked my shit on into work... Needless to say, 2 days of sitting out in the sun all day, and rocking all night doesn't make for a good morning. So I've been pretty dead here at work all day, but luckily it's been dead here too. The first five hours weren't bad. I took my break, walked to Pick N' Save and got myself a boss. And now my second four hours of this shift are being little bitches and have me alone and dealing with stupid people... God, I just wanna go home, take a shower (yeah, about that... I was covered in sweat (as I always am after a good concert (half of which isn't mine though)) went to bed, then came here. I just slapped on some deodorant this morning. So I'm pretty disgusting right now...) and get some real sleep...

Wild Rose Just Got A Little Wilder!!!

So, for all of you who (and I guarantee I can count you all with one hand) read my blog, you’re in for a treat, This entire post will be devoted solely to this past week. And I know what you’re thinking “fuck you douche”… oh wait… no, you were thinking, “get off the internets”. No. Still not it. Okay, you were thinking, “but why does a single blog post summing up an entire week come off as anything original or exciting. Well my crack addicted friend, it’s special because this past week was the Bum-bum-bum! Annual-vacation-where-we-go-up-north-to-Kiwi’s-Grandma’s-house! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, without further ado, the unabriged retelling of this past week:Okay, our venture started off Monday morning when Steve and that noisy ho- I mean Catherin- rolled up and pulled Andrew and I inside. We had to make a stop at Pick N’ Save first to pick up some ice. Then we fought a giant crab beast. He was a dick. So we killed the giant crab beast. Then we all floated on rainbows over to Kiwi’s house. From there we tried tetris-ing all of our crap (including ourselves) into the van (oh, yeah, I forgot, we didn’t fly on a raindow, because Steve drove the van…). So we finally got all of our stuff packed before we headed out. “On the road again, I just can’t wait to get on the road again” Steve, Catherine. Check. “The life I love is makin’ music with my friends” Myself, Andrew. Check. “And I can’t wait to get on the road again” Kiwi. Check. “On the road again, goin’ places that I’ve never been” FUCK!… We forgot Jacob… So we quick went to his house and got him and all of his stuff. And then we left again. It was clear to see from the second we left that this trip would be different from last year’s. Probably the biggest difference was the inclusion of the now legal Catherine. The introduction of boobs to the trip was bound to create a totally new side of things. Anywho, the trip there was pretty tame. We listened through Andrew’s playlist, which mainly consisted of the same material he wanted on his playlist last year, which was somehow never burned. I basically read for most of the trip (Matrix comics vol. 1. One of my newest books). We made two stops on the way up. The first stop was at a fireworks shop. It was basically a big warehouse with a lot of scary things that go boom. Unfortunately almost this places entire stock of fireworks were huge and expensive, clearly for proffesional-ish type displays, whereas we just wanted some cheap colorful explosions… So we left only buying a few things. Steve got a rocket. We also walked across the street to Piggly-Wiggly. There, we picked up two 12 packs of game fuel (Sweet!). We also took some pictures with the game fuel signs out front. After that it was back in the van for some more drivin’. Our next stop was at a park for lunch. Lunch was pretty mundane, and we finished pretty quick so we could get back on the road (hrumph… no time to play in the park…). So, making some good time, we arrived sometime in the early afternoon. We were there a total of four days, and three nights. In that time we ate chicken, brats/hotdogs, pork steaks, and way too much luncheon meat. We went mini golfing on, luckily, one of the only bright days we had, and had our customary ice-cream after that. Although the weather was overcast almost the entire time, the rain never really got in our activities way. Well, it did rain like every night putting a damper on us putting up a tent. The whole no tent thing was sorta a double edged sword to me. On one hand, we didn’t have to put up, or take down the tent, plus we got to stay inside and watch tv etc. And yet, without the camping out aspect, it seemed less like a wilderness get away… We launched fireworks every single night. We watched WAY too much of the Disney channel (Michael Clark Douglas, ftw!) and some Nick. I must say, I don’t altogether hate iCarly (please don’t laugh at me…). We did make it out on the lake a few times. And, of course, we helped Kiwi’s grandma with her housework. All in all, the trip was a sucsess. I really don’t think there’s much that could be done to make the trip an altogether bust, but there were a lot of things that we did do differently this time around. I’m not saying that that’s a bad thing, but moat weren’t really good either. Take for instance… We didn’t get any fresh corn… Now, I’m not even that big a fan of corn on the cob (sorry), but I did miss it. It’s one of those things, where if I’m in the mood for it, I really feel like being festive with it, but it was a no show. Also, like I said before, no tent. And, the whole Catherine thing. Don’t mistake my words here, I love Catherine, but having her there was, at times, a bit of a strain. Why? Because she is a chick, who, admittingly, has “characteristics” typically desired by men. Now, all stereotypical masculinity aside, she’s a cutie. She has a nice body and a happy and bubbly personality. However, once you introduce a woman (who at times wore only her swimsuit) into a group of super-single losers, you tend to get an insect to light sort of reaction. Asnd the other side of that was Steve getting more and more sick of us all over her (not really physically all over, we’re not like that…). Another facit of the trip that was out of place was our sleeping patterns. Usially we were on each others cases if we slept past 10, or stayed up past midnight… but we really didn’t care about each others sleeping habits this time around. I guess one of the main reasons we did that though was because we were all fucking sick… Which was another thing I really could have done without… So yeah, that kinda gives you an idea of what I’ve been up to. And then on the way home, we stopped again that the same Piggly-Wiggly, where game fuel was now 5 for $1 20oz. bottles. Yeah… We left with 97 bottles when all was said and done… Win… wiat, no. Epic Win.
Anywho, like I said before, we were all sick during the trip, which, some of us still are. So, I’m just gonna end this here so I can go to bed.
Next up on my totally awesome summer schedule: Summerfest

It's Time For A Fresh One Sexy!

Yeah, It's a blog! Yeah! Rap shit! YEAH!!!



So, let's catch yall up to speed. Basically, June 4th was my 19th birthday (and parades were thrown in my honor), and so too was it my mom's birthday (you know that's epic!)You know, maybe that's why I always sort of had an understanding with my mom... What you think Sigmund?)) Actually, my birthday was really mundane... It started off exchanging gifts. I got a lockbox to keep all of my tax papers and such together and one of those childrens books with the sound effects and shit (quite the contrast I know). And my mom got an anniversary Barbie doll and a book shelf for her dvds and such. After that, we all pitched in to make a big breakfast. For supper we had pizza, brats, and cake. So that was all good. Then I had work... Work was TERRIBLE! As soon as I walked in the door they said "Chris, you're gonna be working by yourself tonight" Okay. And then they said "Chris, the family male locker room is flooding" Okay, gotta fix that. And then they said "Chris, 10 lockers have been broken in"... And that's when I said "... IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!". So, my boss's boss called me into the locker room and said that I was stay in there the rest of the night and do constant sweeps around the locker room. There I was, walking around a room full of naked men for the next 4 hours. I think the brightest spot of that shift was that Mo brought me a brownie, and Charlotte left me a card with a candy bar in it. The card helped put a smile on my face. After work I got picked up by Steve. We then went to Jason's for Karleisa's barbecue (yeah, it never made much sense to me either). It was pretty lame when I got there. It was basically the last hour or so of the party which pretty much meant everything had died down and there were only a few people left. They were all playing some sort of card game which looked too complicated for me to care about that late at night. I said my hellos and such, then ended up just mainly talking with Steve anyways. After that we all ended up going to my back parking lot to just sit and chill. We talked for a while until finally departing.

Friday was a pretty slow day. I bummed around the house until finally going to work. After work tonight, was another party that again I mainly wanted to go to make an appearance and see some friends I hadn't for quite a while. Again, that party was sort of a let down too... Mainly because there were a few people that I find mind numbingly stupid. Joe Duschebag (his last name is douschebag for God's sake) and Jakie. So, again, Steve and I just ended up talking. We left that one again just to hang out afterwards. This time we were at Kiwi's and just chilled till 2. I really shouldn't have stayed out that late but I did. The reason I say this is because the next day I started work at 8... and would end at 5... so my nine hour shift started a little under 6 hours after we finally left Kiwi's.

Now, I'm kinda sleepy and my neck hurts, so I'm really gonna speed this part up a bit.

Saturday was a long shift, I'm pretty sure the longest I'd ever worked, but it wasn't too bad. I kept myself moving almost the whole time. Plus I read up on some more E3 stuff and talked to Andy (who admitted to having a 'geeky' song) about games and shit. I also avoided Nick like the Plague. Now, I'd like to think of myself as a kind person, but Nick is dumb as Hell. I mean, sure he has down syndrome and all, but he is dumb as Hell! And if you think that makes me a bad person... Fuck you. So, after nine hours of work, the building Supervisor Theresa was seconds away from asking me to stay later. So I ran away from her... I avoid confrontation... I went home and chilled out for the rest of the night. One thing I'd also like to ad is that because I had work so early, I did crack open an energy drink. Today's drink: A Fruit Punch Nos. It was good. Nothing special taste wise. I mean, it was a ncie juicy fruit punch. And, as to be expected from any Nos, there was a shit tone of Caffiene in it to keep me going. However, hours later the effect of the caffien wearing off was felt. Oh was it felt...

And now onto today. ZOOM! Today, I started work at 2, instead of 12:30. I've started at 12:30 on Sunday almost since I started, so I got to sleep in a little. I didn't get as much reading as I wanted to. I reserved a few cds from the library... That is all.

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

There's always going to things that get in your way. No matter what you're doing, whether it be a job, everyday rutine, or even just something when you're bored, there's always going to be something hindering you. For me, at this moment, it's writers block. I don't really know how to say just what's in my mind. I'm kinda just treating it like the powerball and as all of the little thoughts clank and bounce around, and hoping the right ones get to slip out.

I'll just start with last night and work my way from there. Last night, I got off of an 8 hour shift and immediately was picked up and wist away to a theater to see UP! in 3D. Needless to say, it was AWESOME! Pixar has yet again, outdone themselves. The themes, characters, emotions, and of course the animation was SOOOOO amazing. It worked extremely well as an adult and powerful movie that, and I find no shame in admitting this, made me cry. It blew me away. And the 3D was a nice touch. True, it wasn't just some gimmicky 3D flick, so there weren't any over the top 3D effects. And above all else, it had an excellent story that still hit every comedic mark. It was such a fun time. I advise everyone to see this film! And as if you even need another reason to fall in love with Up!, you also get to see a nice teaser trailer for Toy Story 3 (June 18th, 2010!!!)

After the film, we all left the theater fulfilled and quoting every bit. We then took a trip on over to the 24 hr. Walmart. We all walked around there for a while before we finally made our few purchases, and left (we always buy shit when we're in there). Tonights purchase: Steven Seagal's Lightning Bolt Energy Drink. Lolololololololololol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was cheap, really random (the only one left on a shelf all by itself), and funny as hell. I really didn't expect it to be any good, but c'mon, it's Steven Seagal's badass all natural energy drink from China and shit! Later, I opened it up to get a taste (and to share with others). Basically, it tasted like a cherry that had been left out a little past it's prime. Jake and Steve said it tasted like a watered down wine cooler, and after that observation, I said it tasted a little like a spritzer. It also had a sort of honey after taste. We also took shots of Jake's purchase: A Jolly Rancher syrup. That was, like anything your supposed to top/mix anything with to dilute, was really strong. So we got fuuuuuuuuuuuucked up! Once we got back to Kiwi's we just sat outside talking until around 2, then finally hit the road. During the ride home, I got to talk to Steve (no homo). And this was something I have really been wanting to do for a while. Just talking to one person, without a huge group about stuff that actually matters! You know, something serious!

And I guess that's where I am now. It's a time where... I want to keep writing to get it all out, which is why I want to talk to people about serious shit. To just clear my fucking head you know. But, me being an overly timid man, I really don't want to talk about serious things in groups. Why? Because I don't like the idea of having all of my shit out in the open. I'm a very private person. I know that probably doesn't make much sense to you reading this because this is all online, which can, but probably isn't, being read by millions upon millions of people. But, it's not like I'm typing it directly to them, or waiting for their responses. You see how that works? It's like me explaing things to people... without the diffaculty of actual work. Well, here's what I'm ready to admit: I am horribly lonely. Maddie and I have been seperated for some time, which, to be quite honest, was for the ebest. She's still a friend... but that just really didn't work. Unfortunately, I couldn't really see that until a few months after we had broken up... The hearts a funny thing. But now, it's just sorta like "where am I at?". I really feel like I'm just wasting my time. When the bros and I hang out, it's fun as Hell, but I really want a different level of companionship then just my everyday loser friends. It's a differnt set of emotions entirely. And I've discovered that with continued time, and more and more of my friend sI've lost touch with, that I really need to get out there and start fucking meeting new people. The part that also REALLY bothers me about this, is the fact that women are dumb. Let me explain: The number 1 complaint I hear come out of women's mouths is that guys are stupid, never grow up, and they just want to find those 'nice guys' with a sense of humor who will do small romantic gestures just for them. Well, no matter how many time we flail our arms and scream "HELLO!!!", we 'good guys' go unnoticed. True, we may not be the most charasmatic and outgoing people, but sometimes you just need to crack the sheell to find the nut inside... I guess I'm just no good at being single, and instead of trying to help it, I settle back into the routine. Well, that's enough of my bitching on the subject... Let's move on...

Tonight, was pretty boring, mainly me just paging trough all of my old artwork (look forward to more updates on that) and trying to at least look into a few of my summer projects. All-in-all the day was pretty boring (hooray for one of my few off days). However, tonight marked a very momentous event. Conan O'Briens first night hosting The Tonight Show. Even though he probably had like a full month to perfect that one episode, I must say it was fucking hillarious!!! Kudos to Conan for bringing his charm to a new town, new set, and new time slot. Also, Will Ferrel was just the perfect fit for the first guest. My only complaint is that it seemed so short. Because it was the first episode, most of it was little videos made ahead of time explaining all of the transitions... He barely got any time with Ferrel. Nevertheless, great episode. Laughed alot.

Now, as I've covered quite teh range of topics, I'm afraid I'm done, and have got to go... Bye-bye

P.S. Facebook says I'm 24% Gay...